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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 9 - Special Visitors

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 6.9k words

Chapter 9 - Special Visitors

Mingyu and Joshua stood in silence for what felt like an eternity. Joshua was used to eternity. As he stared at Mingyu, he watched his features change. He was shocked; eyes wide at the seemingly calm individual shouting something so out of nowhere. He was confused; eyebrows narrowing as he tried to infer exactly what Joshua meant. It took a second, but he was soon angry; eyes narrow as he looked at Joshua once more. “I’m sorry…what?”

“You need to leave her alone.”

“Joshua.” Jeonghan tried one more time, but it was like he suddenly turned invisible.

“And who are you to tell me that?” Mingyu asked. He stepped closer to Joshua, who said nothing as he continued to stare right at him. “If anything, I’d like to know what happened so I can fix it. Weren’t you the one who was so eager to help me just the other day?”

“That was then and this is now. You’re the one who lied to her and made her upset. You seem to have been selfish the entire time and she’s the one suffering. And she won’t even tell you why because she knows it’ll cause you to feel guilty.” Mingyu hesitated a bit, his angered expression not once faltering. When he saw Joshua’s hand rub his shoulder, jaw clenching a bit as he continued to stand tall in front of him, Mingyu shook his head.

“Joshua,” Jeonghan repeated, but Joshua wasn’t done.

“She clearly doesn’t matter to you, since you have no problem swooning many girls across Asia so they drop everything and follow you home. What did you even give to Mina that had her run after you when you left?”

“What are you even talking about?” Mingyu asked.

“You know,” Joshua said simply. “And now Jeonghan and I are here trying to pick up the pieces and make her feel better because you have been seemingly nothing but secretive.” He scoffed. “I don’t know what she sees in you.”

“I can kick your ass, you know that?” Mingyu asked.

“Tch. You won’t. Not only because you don’t mean that, but she’ll never forgive you.” Mingyu’s eyes darted away for a second at the sassy remark, and Joshua shook his head.

However, Joshua only had one second to feel a new wave of confidence, because Mingyu blurted back with: “What? Do you love her or something?!” Joshua’s breath caught in his throat, and piercing pain shot from between his shoulder blades. It bolted down his shoulders and to the tips of each finger, before going back again. Over and over, the ping-pong sensation of this lightning bolt moved, trapped in his body and trying to get out. Joshua’s grip on his shoulder tightened before finally loosened. He dropped to his knees, taking a second for his entire body to let out a shaky gasp. “Woah. Shit.” Mingyu gasped, stepping back. “What the…?”

“Joshua.” Jeonghan hurried to his side, kneeling. Joshua looked over, using his free hand to rub ever-growing sweat off his brow. Jeonghan leaned close. “Stop it. You’re going to make a big mistake.” He quickly muttered a bitter yet terrified hiss between his teeth. Joshua nodded, shaking his head to bring himself back to reality. Slowly, he could feel his body calming down, the convulsing pains slowly dulling before disappearing to a numb pounding between his shoulder blades.

When he looked up, he saw a hand sticking in his direction. He followed the arm until it reached Mingyu’s face. His expression was neutral, no longer angry or ready to start a fight. Reluctantly, Joshua took his hand and stood to his feet. “Whew.”

“Are you okay?” Mingyu asked, clear confusion still written on his face like an open book.

“Yeah.” Joshua gasped out, nodding his head. He had no energy to continue being jealous of Mingyu. The idea of that feeling alone made his back throb in pain. He immediately felt Jeonghan take his arm.

“Let’s go.” He said. Joshua could not even argue, rubbing his shoulder as Jeonghan led him away from the swarming eyes of the crowd. Mingyu watched the duo disappear out of the view of the public eye, and for a second, Mingyu was tempted to follow to make sure Joshua was ok. Feelings aside, the pain on Joshua’s face felt thick, contagious even. Any who got close could catch that pain for themselves, taking some of it from his burdened shoulders. It made Mingyu shudder. Just then, he heard a voice behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. When he looked over, he saw you and Hoshi exiting the library. It took a second for both of your eyes to meet, Hoshi not taking long to see the both of you lock eyes as well. He put a hand on your shoulder, smiling sweetly at you in what seemed to read as reassurance. You looked back at Mingyu, waving your hand in his direction. Mingyu raised his hand as well. God, did he want to say something to you? He wanted to talk and walk with you on the way to class like you usually did. However, even from a distance, he could see hurt in your eyes, and he bit his tongue as he simply made his way to class, quietly holding back all of the things he so desperately wanted to say to you right then and there.

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Jeonghan waited mere seconds for the duo to be alone to turn to Joshua, who still seemed a bit disoriented, before shouting: “Are you kidding?!”

“Huh?” Joshua asked, looking at his friend.

“You almost got in a fight with Mingyu. Why?”

“He upset her.”

“Don’t make excuses. You’re jealous.”

Joshua’s eyes went wide at the accusation. “Jealous? Are you out of your mind!?”

“Me? Aaaah, Joshua. Are you stupid? If you do this-.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Joshua said. “He needs to know that she’s upset for hiding secrets from her!”

“Yeah, and you acting like a jealous boyfriend is not the way to do it! You didn’t even ask me before you started talking to him!”

“I was able to handle it.”

Jeonghan snorted, shoving Joshua back by his right shoulder. Joshua flinched at the pain. “Yeah. Right.”

As you were heading down the path, you wondered where Joshua and Jeonghan were so close to your next class. It was surprising not seeing them by the library after class ended, ready to chat you up with their new ideas on how to fix your relationship with Mingyu and get Mina out of the way once and for all. The more you thought about it, the less it felt possible. You didn’t know how talking to Mingyu would feel going forward knowing that he held such a big secret from you, with no intention of you ever finding out. Without Joshua and Jeonghan checking on things in ways only they could, would you have figured it out?

“You’re getting angry over nothing! It’s fine.”

The sound of an angry, yet familiar voice, stopped you in your tracks and turned your attention towards its source. The trees surrounding the nearby picnic area that few students occupied were thick, but you saw what looked to be two figures at the top of the hill, close in proximity to one another as they talked. You stepped closer, and the yelling got louder:

“You almost flew into a jealous rage over the guy we’re trying to get someone set up with.” Jeonghan clapped his hands ferociously to the beat of his rant. “Not only that, if your body didn’t reject all that negative emotion, you probably would have punched him.”

“No, I-.” Joshua stopped himself, tongue pressing the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

Being correct was not something that felt rewarding at this moment, and Jeonghan groaned. “Envy is a sin, idiot,” Jeonghan said.

“I know that,” Joshua said. “Stop lecturing me. You’re not Seungcheol.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky I’m not!” He said. “If he finds out…”

“Don’t threaten me, Jeonghan.” Joshua crossed his arms. As you got closer, your shoulders slumped as you finally recognized the duo fully. I wonder what made them decide to get into one of their silly arguments here? You thought, especially when you saw that nobody else was around to witness the fight. As you hurried closer, it seemed the duo didn’t even notice as they continued shouting at one another.

“Guys?” you called. No response. “Hey.” You stuck your hands in between the duo, much as you always did. “Hey.” You said once more time.

“You’re going to ruin everything!”

“I am not!”

“What are you going to ruin?” You asked, hoping that if you inserted yourself in the conversation, it would snap their attention back to you. It did.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!”

The silence you so desperately wanted hit the three of you like a truck, and your hands dropped to your sides. Joshua and Jeonghan looked at you for a moment, then at one another. You nodded your head, before fixing the backpack strap that was digging into your shoulder from how hard you were gripping it.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, before turning around and heading back down the path you came from.

“Wait,” Jeonghan called, but it fell on deaf ears, your walk picking up into a brisk jog as you hurried straight into the building of your next class. “Oh, no.” He looked at Joshua, who stared in the direction you hurried off to with an absolutely stunned expression.

“Oh, okay this really isn’t good, huh?” he muttered to himself, hand running through his hair as he tried pacing, hoping it would come up with a plan to help them solve this.

Nothing came to him, and he wished he could simply curl up in a ball and sit with that debilitating pain in his side. It hurt much less.

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Instead of going to class as you had intended, you found yourself sitting on one of the concrete ledges that led to the open practice field. The campus soccer team was out there now, practicing while the sun was still high in the sky. You pulled your knees to your chest, chin resting in between your knees as you watched them play. The image of Joshua and Jeonghan, the literal epitome of beauty, elegance, purity, and grace, in a screaming match, made your heart hurt.

“I didn’t think angels had it in them to fight like that.” You mumbled. “I hope I didn’t do anything, and everything is okay.”

“For what?” You heard a voice call from behind. When you looked up, you saw Mingyu walking over. His pace slowed just a bit the closer he got, but he motioned beside you. “Hey. May I?” You were hesitant, sure, unsure what the both of you would talk about. However, it beat feeling alone, and you nodded. Mingyu plopped down beside you, his feet dangling over the large wall that dropped to the very edge of the field. He was silent for a moment, resting his palms behind him like a podium and reclining back a bit. “Did you find Joshua and Jeonghan?”

“Yeah.” You said. Mingyu tilted his head as you squeezed your knees even tighter. “I think they’re upset with me.”

“What? Why?” Mingyu asked. You shrugged.

“They were arguing. I tried to stop them but they didn’t seem to want me involved.”

Mingyu thought back to how roughly Jeonghan pulled Joshua away a bit ago. He shook his head. “I don’t think that means they are upset with you.” Mingyu assured. “You just have to let them figure it out. They seem pretty close. I’m sure it’ll be ok.”

“I hope so.” You agreed, a solemn tone still lingering in your voice. As you glanced over at Mingyu, you saw his head tilt up to the sky. The glow of the sun tickled his features, eyes squinting a bit to not let its rays sting them too much. It got to the point where he raised a hand, using it as a shield to cover his eyes better. When he looked back at you, he seemed shocked to see you staring back. However, that didn’t stop a smile from creeping onto his face.

“You know.” He began. “Finals are coming up soon.”

“Oh, great.” You muttered. “That makes me feel so much better.”

Mingyu smiled. “I promised to give you a great birthday this year when they’re over. Even better than just chicken.” You remembered parts of that conversation, the both of you laughing in the car after a delicious and filling meal together. It felt so foreign thinking back. “I know you’re upset with me.”

“I’m not.” You quickly interjected. Mingyu frowned.

“You seem upset with me.” He stated.

“You didn’t do anything to warrant me being upset with you.” Mingyu smiled.

“I know that’s not true. You’ve been avoiding me for an entire week.” He confessed.

“It’s finals. You said so.”

“When had that ever mattered?” he asked. “I figured you needed space. I told the others to give you some too. I was worried someone like Seungkwan would try to meddle in and make it worse.” You shook your head, Hoshi’s smiling face flashing in your mind. “I must have done something. You don’t look at someone with so much pain in your eyes unless they’ve hurt you.” Immediately, you turned your face from his view, allowing him to laugh in amusement. “See? Told you.” The sound of him gliding along the concrete caused you to turn back in curiosity about his movements. He was sitting closer to you, and you looked up at him. “Whatever I did to upset you, I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up to you by giving you a good birthday.” You seemed hesitant as your eyes wavered. “I promise that I’ll make it worth a million apologies.”

“Why didn’t you say you were going to Japan to meet for an arranged marriage?” The words spilled out like warm liquid from a dropped glass, causing you to look as shocked as Mingyu did. He blinked, staring down at you as he tried to find the right words to say. “Mina told me.” You added.

“I had intended to turn her down from the moment I knew I was going.” He said. “I don’t know why she followed me here.”

The fact that you knew the reason clear as day made your heart speed up just a bit. “You didn’t tell any of us.” You said softly.

“I’m sorry.” Was all Mingyu could muster, the hurt in his voice once again obvious. “I didn’t know how to. It’s not as easy to share as a ‘sudden business trip’, you know?” a smile formed on your lips, and the beaming grin that formed on Mingyu’s face in return could have most likely been seen from a mile away. “Aah, perfect. I got a smile.” He took that as a sign to stand up, grabbing his bookbag and looking down at you. “Let’s change the topic. I hope you’re ready for the best birthday of your life.” He said. “I already planned the entire thing.”

“No, you did not!” You gasped, standing up beside him as he roared in amused laughter.

“Did to. It’s going to be awesome.” The both of you turned, ready to head back to class, when two more individuals stood in your way. Mingyu’s playful smile turned to a frown of disinterest, seeing Joshua and Jeonghan standing there in silence. When Mingyu stepped forward, you reached out and took his arm.

“I’ll see you later. Okay?” you said. Mingyu seemed hesitant, offering one more look at the men who had long since stopped their bickering, and had resorted to not speaking at all.

“Fine.” He said. “I’ll come by and see you at the café when my classes are done.” You agreed, waving Mingyu off as he brushed past the two angels and headed off down the path he was originally on, leaving the three of you alone. You knelt, picked up your bag, and put it on your shoulder. No words were able to come out of your mouth as you watched the both of them approach you, visibly upset by what transpired moments before.

When they stuck two strawberry milks in your direction, you looked up at them with a cocked eyebrow. You immediately caught their guilty expressions, motioning the drinks closer to you.

“Sorry.” They both said.

“Are you done fighting?” you asked.

Like twin parrots, they said: “Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” The parrots squawked.

“Even if it’s a joke?”

They hesitated there, finally sharing a glance since the three of you reunited. “…No.” You laughed a bit. Reaching out, you took both of the strawberry milks into your hands.

“I guess I will have to accept that, then.” The duo seemed relieved, and you looked between them once more. “Can I ask now what you two were even fighting over?” Again, the duo shared a look, seemingly unsure of how to respond. Your smile faltered just a bit before Jeonghan finally spoke up.

“Joshua got hurt.” He said. Both you and Joshua seemed shocked by the comment. When Joshua looked back over to you, you were already approaching him. You reached out, putting your hand on his arm, your gentle touch an attempt to help with whatever had happened. You felt Joshua tense at your touch, immediately looking away.

“What happened?” you asked. Seeing how worried you were, Joshua felt himself get flustered. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he tried to provide you with an answer that would work.

“I just got dizzy.” He assured. “I’m okay, now. I think yelling with Jeonghan woke me up a bit.” Though he laughed, you did not seem convinced.

“Well, I have to work after class.” You said. “Promise you’ll go home and rest. Okay?” Joshua blinked. “If you got dizzy, you need to rest and eat well. Angel or not, you can’t let yourself get sick.” You turned to Jeonghan. “Make sure he rests when you get back to my apartment. I should have some painkillers.”

“Roger,” Jeonghan said. You nodded, turning back to Joshua.

“Rest.” You repeated in an almost motherly tone. “I can’t get through finals or celebrate my birthday if you two aren’t there to help me out.” You smiled. Joshua saw the tips of your cheeks tint pink as the next words left your lips. “Mingyu’s planning it.”

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Back at the house, Joshua was lying face up on the couch, eyes at the ceiling. You had long since gone to work, sending the duo back to your house with Joshua promising he would rest. And rest he did. He could hear Jeonghan in the kitchen, the liberty he’s taken using your appliances never once seeming to end. Jeonghan walked over, setting a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table. Joshua’s eyes fluttered around the room as he sat up. He couldn’t tell what felt hotter: the steam of the tea or Jeonghan glaring daggers into his back.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” Joshua said, taking the cup carefully into his good hand. He took a long sip, allowing for the liquid to course his body and hopefully overtake the still lingering pain once and for all. When he looked at Jeonghan, he saw him pacing the door. “What are you doing? She’ll probably be home soon.”

“I’m not waiting for her,” Jeonghan said simply. The stillness in his voice, one he hadn’t heard from his friend in a long time, made a shiver go up Joshua’s spine. He looked over, rising from the couch.

“Then who…” when Jeonghan turned his head, Joshua immediately blinked. “Jeonghan, no.”

“I had no choice,” Jeonghan said, and it seemed like it meant it. “You need to be reminded of what we’re trying to get back to instead of…whatever it is you’re thinking of now.” Joshua ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace the floor.

“Well, you can’t tell them anything!” Joshua said. “You’ll worry them for nothing!”

Jeonghan was silent for a minute. Then, he nodded. “Fine. I won’t tell them anything.” Joshua’s sigh of relief was heavy, and he nodded. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Jeonghan stepped aside, allowing Joshua to go and answer. He took a deep breath, shaking out his hair and assuring there was no longer sweat on his brow as he went and opened the door.

In front of him stood four men, all of them wearing a white button-up and a pair of slacks. Simply standing there allowed them to ooze elegance and ethereal beauty, without so much as speaking a word. Joshua scanned the four of them, the one in the center immediately getting his attention. His striking dark black hair stood out among the other's lighter hair tones, which varied from blonde to brunette. Not only was his dark hair noticeable, but Joshua had to dart his eyes up just a bit to catch a glimpse of his face. He had pouty lips and striking eyes.

“Seungcheol,” Joshua said simply. The leader of the group immediately grinned.

“Heeey, Joshua.” He said. Joshua sighed as the group walked in. He caught glimpses of his other brothers as well. He immediately got hugged by Seokmin, his smile incredibly wide.

“Hyuuuung~. It’s been too long.” He said, the excitement making Joshua unable to hold back his own. He saw the others follow in, Wonwoo quietly examining the area with curious eyes while the youngest, Chan, strolled in last.

“Is she here?” Chan asked curiously.

“Ah, no. She’s at work, but she should be back soon.” He turned to look at Seungcheol as he headed deeper into the apartment, hands in his pockets. He saw Jeonghan standing by the couch. It didn’t take long for Joshua to catch that Jeonghan suddenly had something in his hands, what seemed to be a piece of paper grabbed from your home printer. Joshua was still being hugged by a cheerful Seokmin as he headed back into the apartment, Wonwoo offering to close the door behind him. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Jeonghan called for us.” Seungcheol simply explained.

“Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve left heaven. We needed a break.” Chan stretched his arms over his head. “I said we should all go out to eat but got rejected, as usual.” Joshua hummed, nodding as he finally released himself from Seokmin’s loving hold. As his eyes fell on Jeonghan, he saw him grip what was in his hands. “What is that?” he asked.

“A welcome card?” Chan grinned in amusement. “You’re so thoughtful, Hyung.”

“Sure,” Jeonghan said. Without missing a beat, he looked Joshua dead in the eyes and flipped the card over, revealing text written in dark marker, one he must have found buried in your junk drawer. The room went silent as everyone read its words to themselves.

He’s fallen in love with her.

Joshua blinked. He glanced over at Wonwoo, who had wide eyes behind his rimmed glasses. He glanced at Seokmin and Chan. Seokmin had his mouth covered in shock, while Chan’s face held the anticipated grin of a younger sibling about to watch the eldest get scolded. The next thing Joshua knew, he was at Jeonghan’s side, gripping the paper and Jeonghan’s wrists in his hands. He saw Jeonghan flinch at the pain of Joshua’s tight grip, but only looked up at his friend with a straight expression.

“You said you wouldn’t tell, Jeonghan.” He hissed, voice trembling.

Jeonghan seemed completely unfazed by Joshua’s sudden panicked voice. “I didn’t,” Jeonghan said simply. Then, it hit.

“Hong Jisoo…” Joshua looked over, seeing Seungcheol practically staring him down. His eyes burned with intensity, the intensity of a leader and that’s why they addressed him as such back home. As Seungcheol got closer to Joshua, he could feel Jeonghan slither out of the way, practically protecting himself behind Wonwoo as the group waited to watch the scene unfold before them. Wonwoo turned his head, watching as the older angel rubbed his wrist.

“We’re about to witness history,” Wonwoo said. Jeonghan nodded.

Seungcheol took a deep breath before he finally spoke again. “Let me see…” he said.

“Huh?” Joshua looked confused. Seungcheol simply spun his finger in a small circle.

“Your wings.” He said. Joshua, not wanting to cause any more tension in such small quarters, turned around. He felt Seungcheol lift his shirt, exposing his back to all those behind him. The cold air made him shiver a bit in surprise, and he bit his lip. He waited to see what Seungcheol was going to do.

He did not expect Seungcheol to press a thumb to Joshua’s back, specifically in between his shoulder blades. The stinging sensation that coursed through his body mixed with the already dull throbbing he had, and made Joshua gasp, immediately turning around and yanking his shirt down.

“OW!” He shouted.

“Your entire back is red.” Joshua could hear a mix of disappointment and worry within the serious tone he forced himself to carry. “What were you doing just before this that it looks like that?” When Joshua didn’t answer, Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan. Jeonghan could feel that angry stare hit his chest next, and he blinked.

“Aaah, uhm.” Jeonghan pressed a finger to his chin. “Well-.”

“Don’t lie.” He practically begged. “I can’t help either of you if you lie.”

Jeonghan avoided Joshua’s pleading expression in order to get the words out. “Joshua almost got in a fight with Kim Mingyu, because of some events that caused her to get upset.” Joshua let out a defeated sigh, running a hand through his hair. Seungcheol looked back at him again. Despite not looking right at him, Joshua could see Seungcheol’s hand reach down to the couch, grabbing the throw pillow you had used the day before to sob into. If it was still damp, he had no idea. Seungcheol took a minute to examine the pillow.

THWACK.

“OW!” Joshua shouted, hands immediately going up to over his head as it ricocheted side to side. “SEUNGCHEOL!”

Laughter roared behind him – mostly from Seokmin and Chan – as Seungcheol continued hitting Joshua over the head with the pillow once. Twice. Three more times. “Are you out of your mind!? Do you want to stay stuck here forever?! Do you want to end up a fallen angel like-?”

“No!” Joshua shouted before Seungcheol could finish uttering a name Joshua was desperate not to hear. Finally managing to escape, he took a few steps back from Seungcheol. “It’s not like that situation at all. Nothing is going to happen.”

The amused laughter had stopped. Nobody looked convinced.

“Out of the both of you, you’re not the one I thought this would happen to.”

“Hey!” They heard Jeonghan shout, and his friends snickered in amusement.

Seungcheol sighed. “How did this even happen?”

Joshua sighed, shrugging. “I have no idea. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I’m trying to help her.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Hyung.” Wonwoo pointed out, and Joshua groaned.

“Not only do you two fools get kicked to earth for running around distracting other angels with your ridiculously stupid pranks.”

“Jun’s wings still haven’t recovered, by the way.” Chan made sure to intercept. Jeonghan shook his head at the youngest angel’s comment.

“But now just as you’re about to solve the problem and come back, you pull something like this.”

“Seungcheol.” Joshua tried to speak.

“It’s like you don’t want to come back. How does this even happen with a girl you’re supposed to be helping get with someone else?”

“I know. I’m not trying to jeopardize that.”

“Clearly you are,” Seungcheol said. “You’re supposed to be a role model to humans, not try to romance them.”

“I’m not trying to do that,” Joshua assured.

“According to Jeonghan, you almost threw a punch at her boyfriend.”

“He’s being dramatic. I did not.” Joshua clarified. “Besides, he’s not her boyfriend.” Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head.

“I cannot believe you just said that.” He muttered.

“Hyung we should trust him,” Seokmin spoke up, hoping to break up any tension. “If he said he won’t do it, he won’t do it. They’ll come back to us.” Seungcheol rubbed his temples in response as he nodded his agreement with Seokmin.

“I don’t think either of you guys realize how hard he stares at her,” Jeonghan said. Joshua looked at his friend.

“Why do you keep talking?” he asked. Jeonghan crossed his arms, his usually light and gentle face growing an annoyed pout.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“You won’t,” Joshua said sternly.

“It doesn’t seem that way.”

“Oh, my-.” Wonwoo nudged him before he could utter the last word in frustration. Running his hands through his hair, he gripped the strands tightly, the brown tufts curling around his fingers as he was now the one to pace the room. For a second, he looked at the door and realized you hadn’t come home yet. When his eyes darted to the clock, he realized it was much later than he would have expected from you. “Where is she? She should be off work by now.”

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Work had never felt so long, especially knowing that Joshua was home recovering from whatever it was that hurt him in the first place. You had no idea angels could even get hurt, thinking it was simply impossible with the power of heaven or whatever. As you walked down the street, 15 minutes into your 30-minute walk, your mind kept racing with the events that happened just today. Joshua and Jeonghan’s fight, Joshua’s supposed injury.

I planned the entire thing. It’ll be worth a million apologies.

Mingyu’s warm smile popped into your head as those words enveloped you like a hug, attempting to wipe away all of your worries. You sighed in relief, hugging yourself as you continued walking. In the corner of your eye, you saw the lights of a 24-hour convenience store. Feeling your stomach rumbling, you made the abrupt decision to go inside and get a snack. Hopefully, that would help make the long walk home feel a bit easier, or at the very least, distract you. When you stepped inside, the teen worker quickly greeted you, finally taking a second to look away from his handheld game. The store seemed pretty dead. The first thing you did was grab a small bag as you scoured the aisles for something that tickled your stomach in just the right way. I should get all three of us something. You thought. Ice cream, chips, grab-and-go lunch boxes, and chocolate snacks were tossed into the basket to be purchased. Nothing seemed to tickle your interest in those aisles for what you wanted now, and you were starting to get discouraged.

Just as you were about to turn the corner one more time, into the milk and yogurt sections, another individual was standing in front of you. It seemed he had just popped up, but it could have also been his shorter stature that made you miss him in your frenzied search for something to fill your belly. “Oh.” You took a few steps back, and he looked over at you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He said simply. You turned your attention back to the aisle, but it seemed were still looking in your direction. The both of you stood side by side for a quiet minute. It was very quiet, probably even the longest minute of your life. You tried to act natural, eyes glued to one snack. Then another, and another, hoping he eventually would go away. However, when you took one risky glance in his direction, you saw he was looking back at you. He had very porcelain skin under a set of jet black hair, half tugged up in a bun that left the rest dangling freely by his shoulder, and matching with his deep black tee-shirt and jeans. He had very defining features, and when he offered you a very simple smile, you saw his cheeks puff out just a bit. “You look lost.”

You shook your head. “Not sure what to buy.” You said. He wasted no time pulling something off one of the shelves, and handing it to you casually. When you took it into your hands, you saw that it was a large banana-flavored yogurt, covered in a green foil top. You looked over at him once more, and it seemed her had the same thing in his hands.

“I’m a fan of those.” He said.

“Thank you, uh-.” You stopped yourself when you realized you didn’t know his name.

“You can call me Woozi.”

“Woozi?” You arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Is that a biblical name, or-?”

He seemed to laugh at your joke, shaking his head. “No. It’s a nickname.” You immediately noticed him look away as a look of longing – one you knew all too well – trickled into his eyes.

“Ah, ok. Woozi.” You said, nodding your head.

“You can call me Jihoon if you want, too. I don’t mind.” He shrugged simply, popping a straw directly into the yogurt and sipping it, turning his head to the counter. You nodded, deciding not to press any further. After a second, Jihoon looked at you for a final time, seemingly wanting to ask one more thing.

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked when the quiet stare you were getting felt a bit unnerving.

“This might be rude, or random, or both, but…you look familiar?”

“Do I?” you smiled at him. Jihoon nodded. “From where? Do you go to my college?”

“No.” Jihoon pursed his lips to think for a minute. It took a second, but his fingers snapped together and his eyes sparkled. “Oh. You crying in a café a few days ago. About a 10-minute walk from here.” Your mind immediately flashed to the scene. You recalled unfamiliar hands trying to help you contain the coffee spill, but your eyes were so blurred and your brain was so foggy that you could hardly recall it. As the blurry image reformed in your mind, it smoothed out just slightly, the squiggly lines that once acted as features smoothing out to reveal Jihoon’s face. “I couldn’t place it at first, but….”

“I uh…” you trailed off as embarrassment, covered your cheeks. “Oh jeez, now I’m flustered.” You heard Jihoon emit a humored laugh. “It’s just a small world, I suppose.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You said. “Thank you for your help, I guess.” He put his hands in his pockets as the both of you headed to the counter to pay for the milk.

“Don’t think anything of it. I was stunned nobody else got up to help you.” Jihoon said simply. “Could you help me with something?” You turned to him again, surprised by his sudden request as you took out your wallet. He immediately raised his hand, before pulling out his own and setting what was clearly way beyond the price of the yogurt onto the counter. He thanked the man, walking out the door before you could even utter a ‘thank you’. “I heard there was a bar nearby. The Corner Tavern. Could you point me in that direction?”

You thought back to the fuzzy, yet memorable night when you first met Joshua and Jeonghan. You could still feel the tingling in your fingers as they pressed into the cool glass. “I actually live right there.” You smiled. “I’ll show you. Especially since you just bought all of this for no reason.”

Jihoon seemed relieved. “Thank you.” Escaped his lips as the both of you headed to pay for your belongings and headed in the direction of your house. The walk was quiet, with you unsure of what to say to this stranger. However, you felt a calming aura from him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, hands in his pockets as he strolled alongside you, admiring the late-night scenery as the sun finished settling along the skyline. Or, maybe it was the knowledge that he performed a random act of kindness less than a week ago.

“Where do you live?” you finally thought to ask. Jihoon seemed startled by the question; he didn’t expect it. However, without missing a beat, he raised his finger and pointed down the first street you passed.

“That way.” He said simply. “You?”

You pointed in the opposite direction. “That way.” Jihoon nodded. “Have you lived around here long? I feel I’ve never seen you before today. I’m pretty good at getting to know the locals.”

“I’m not outside often,” Jihoon admitted. “I just was craving a drink.”

“I bet your friends would come if you asked.” You said. Jihoon shrugged.

“I don’t have many of those.” He admitted simply, sticking his almost finished yogurt back into his mouth and finishing it up. The pain in his voice made you frown. You felt how hard it had been the past week or so prepping for finals without your friends by your side, despite that being your own decision. Hoshi approaching you with advice made you feel that. You could only imagine not having any of that at all. He broke your train of thought by asking: “Can I buy you a drink?” The absolute forwardness of this man made your cheeks flush hot, and you looked away from him. All you could hear was his amused laughter. “Not like that, not like that.” He assured before you finally looked back in his direction. “Just to thank you for showing me the way over. Like I said, don’t go out much so it’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

“I have to get home...” You motioned.

“Ah, right.”

“But if you live as close as you say you do, we should hang out.” Jihoon glanced in your direction once again. “My friends are really nice. They always welcome new people into the group.” Jihoon watched as you pulled out your phone, scrolling through it a bit before turning it to him. He squinted at the moment, eyes adjusting to the bright light that hit him in the darkness as he studied the picture. It was a group shot of everyone mushed together in your latest study group. Joshua and Jeonghan poked their heads from the back as Mingyu knelt behind you, giving a thumbs up. Seungkwan’s face poked in through the corner just barely, and Minnie offered a peace sign beside Joshua. As Jihoon scanned the picture, he caught the image of a hand with fingers curled into a paw, and cheeks crushing eyes into crescent moons. “They’re really nice.” You said once again. “I haven’t been kind to them for a short time, but I know they’ll still be around when I need them.”

Jihoon seemed to really take in that last comment, nodding his head. “Wow. They must be nice, then.”

“Maybe I can text you one of these days and we can hang out.”

“Uh-.” Stunned by your unwavering kindness, Jihoon pulled out his phone and handed it over to you. You were quick to tap a few buttons, before handing it back to him. When he looked down, your name, phone number, and email were all stored inside. “You hardly know me,” Jihoon said. When you tilted your head, Jihoon added: “It’s not in human nature to trust easily, is it?”

“Mmm…” you hummed. “Are you trying to say you’re not to be trusted?”

“Heh, no,” Jihoon said.

“Then I don’t mind. Besides, if you turn out to be untrustworthy, the boys in the picture will beat you up.” After a moment to reconsider, you pursed your lips. “I think.” Jihoon had to laugh at the last comment. “I have to go now. For real. But I hope you think about it. I know we only met today but it feels recently I’ve been meeting new people left and right.”

“Haha, now who is the one getting flustered?” You laughed a bit at his comment, before waving.

“Goodnight.” You called. “Have fun.” Jihoon waved, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he watched you head down the path you had pointed to. He was silent the entire time, holding his phone tightly in his hands as he watched you turn the corner once more, disappearing from his view under the cloak of the night sky. His mind went back to that picture that you had shown him of all your friends. Specifically, the one with the ridiculous-looking hand paw. He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head as he muttered to himself:

“Not how I expected this night to go.” Spinning on his heel, he simply strolled down the first street he faced, the tavern becoming smaller and smaller over his shoulder.

When you arrived back to your apartment, carrying the bag in your hand, you overheard muffled chatter coming from behind your door. A brow arched in confusion, you strolled closer, hearing as what seemed like familial bickering getting louder and louder. “What the…” you were quick to open the door, swinging it open. “Hello?”

When six sets of eyes looked in your direction almost immediately, you flinched in surprise. Your eyes scanned every face, each more shocked than the last. When you landed on Jeonghan, he breathed a sigh of relief. When you looked at Joshua, he looked incredibly flustered and panicked. When you looked at everyone else….

…who the hell were they?

“Joshua….” You mumbled, eyes continuing to bounce between the four men scattered in your already cramped house. “Jeonghan…”

“Hm?” They said in unison, even the ones whose names you didn’t call, much less know. “What the hell are four more attractive men doing in my apartment?”

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luvmxmh · 2 years

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mx. sinister

ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK

Day 3: favorite trait / alternate universe

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Reader

Disclaimers: gender-neutral reader, mentions of injuries, self-harm (reader agitates their wounds on purpose to 'feel' something), angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, reader is vigilante

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary:

“You’re Vigilante,” he whispers.

“I am Vigilante, yeah.”

“Holy smokes, Peacemaker.”

...was that seriously a Batman reference.

Author's Note: reader may be vigilante but adrian’s still fucked in the head and reader went “that is my baby girl and i can fix him (make him worse)”. also i have zero idea how bathtubs work

Cross-posted on AO3

You’re so glad you took your carpet to cleaning yesterday.

The red visor attached to your mask is cracked, and you internally curse whoever landed the blow on them. They’re prescription, goddamnit.

It paints for an ominous vision of red values. Criminals always make you see blood— the sight of their death is a craving unmatched by any other worldly sustenance there is. Perhaps it’s a dramatic way of putting it, but you might as well compensate from the lack of flair you have in your regular life.

You suppose it’s one of those nights where you see your own blood too. You aren’t gushing waterfalls of red from your wounds which means most of your arteries weren’t ruptured. Small mercies.

But you’re so fucking sore it hurts to think to move. You’re usually much more meticulous about your post-patrol routine. Shit, what if someone knocks on your door? Your lights are on to give the pretense that you’re home when you’re actually out in the streets as Vigilante. It’s late enough that your neighbors won’t be awake to see you sneak into your apartment, but you’re not taking chances tonight.

This is a prime example of a treacherous mind driven by an innate paranoia.

You’re giving yourself enough trouble lying in what feels like your own sick on the floor, and begrudgingly you lift yourself off the ground knees-first.

Limping your way to the bathroom is an arduous task in itself. You don’t have to turn around to see specks of blood you’ve left in your wake. You turn the lights on, and you sit on the toilet lid.

Groaning from your sore muscles, you begin to take the armor off, starting with the mask. You toss it in the sink so you could remember that it’ll be your first priority for repair and cleaning. Routine begins like clockwork as you remove armor pieces that require the least stretching, before moving on to the more intricate bits (the ones to that cover vulnerable spots without compromising mobility).

You run some hot water, eager to wash off the grime from your skin. Dried blood (which you could already surmise is not your own) is already flaking. This might be the part you like the least. You never did like sticky fluids sticking. On you, specifically. It makes you want to scratch at your skin until it bleeds. Although, that would be counter-productive in this situation. You dip a few fingers into the tub.

The water is finally warm enough to not overly agitate your wounds, but hot enough—

“Agh—”

For it to ground you. Bring you to the world of the waking people.

You probably should’ve tilted your head lower when you brought the damp washcloth to drip over your head. Your eyes and mouth remain closed until after you finish wiping your face.

The water is tinted pink by the time you’ve cleaned the upper half of your body. It always starts with the face to the shoulders, then the torso to the hips, and eventually the thighs to the ends of your feet. The only times you deviate from this is when you have grievous injuries on specific areas that need tending first.

You wonder if you should’ve gone straight to the tub. The dampness of sweat replaced by warm water brings relief to your skin. You lean towards the bathtub to pull the drain and—

“Honey?”

Oh no.

You turn your head around to see Adrian holding an umbrella like he’s about to hit someone with it. He drops it beside him but remains frozen in the doorway. You’re only dressed in your underwear, your back and your scars and your gashes in display.

He glances at the sink, no doubt seeing your mask.

Oh fuck.

You can’t kill him. Oh no. Not Adrian—he shouldn’t have—he wasn’t supposed to visit you this late. How could you forget to lock the door? Did you forget to lock the door? How could you be so careless?

God, the room is so blurry and your head hurts from the inside. The adrenaline is making your brain run a mile a minute but your body remains frozen from the shock of Adrian abruptly showing up by the bathroom entrance.

“Hey, hey, hey. Breathe,” He kneels down in front of you, holding your hands that have hurt people, that have killed people, that have done things that would make you clean every crevice of your skin almost every night, “Baby? Baby listen to me, I’m not mad or anything. It’s okay, just breathe. I’m not here to snitch or— or report you, just please tell me you’re okay.”

The tension lingers, but Adrian’s rattled speech pulls you out of your hysteria. You can’t imagine how freaked out he must be, seeing you in the state that you are in.

“I’m…” You hesitate, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

The tank of the toilet is cool against your back when you lean against it, digging into your shoulder blades as you lean against it. Despite your relaxed posture you can’t help but remain tense.

“You’re Vigilante,” he whispers.

“I am Vigilante, yeah.”

“Holy smokes, Peacemaker.”

...was that seriously a Batman reference.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to ground yourself once more from an almost panic attack.

“I got off work late because they made me do inventory and I decided to see how you’re doing since you said you have insomnia and all. The lights were on and—and you weren’t answering the door and I thought something happened to you because usually when you come home you’d play some music even when it’s so late, and I got paranoid when you wouldn’t answer and busted through your door and then there’s blood leading to the bathroom so I took your umbrella from the rack and… here we are.”

You have no idea how you didn’t hear him, but you chalk it up to your exhaustion.

“Adrian.”

He looks at you intently.

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his hands weakly, “For checking up on me.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He stands up and examines the mess that is your bathroom, “Please let me take care of you? I know both of us are super freaked out but I don’t know if I can handle a whole explanation while you look like you’re about to pass out.”

You nod. The both of you just got out of your jobs (or at least Adrian did. No one is paying you to be Vigilante), and now that everyone’s safe it’s probably for the best to shelf some conversations for later.

He helps you get into the tub with clean water once he drains it from the water mixed with your blood. You sit upright at the ceramic, letting him guide your back to him. His bony fingers massage the back of your neck between your spine.

“Can I ask something?” He sounds a bit nervous.

“Anything,” you tell him seriously. You hope he can sense that.

“Why Vigilante?”

You blink.

“Why did you choose that name?”

“I never wanted to be Vigilante.” You sigh, leaning your head back to meet his gaze upside-down. “I mean, I’ve never been more certain about becoming Vigilante and doing what I do in the name of justice.”

“Then… why regret it?”

“The citizens of Evergreen gave me the name Vigilante because I wouldn’t talk to the bolder journalists when they’d ask.” You look at him with a morose expression, “I wanted to be known as, I don’t know, Vengeance or something. Instead I was Serial Killer the serial killer.”

If you said this to anyone else, you suspect they’d laugh at you. But Adrian doesn’t seem to as bemused as you’d daresay others would be. Not that many people know you’re Vigilante. Once they see you off the mask their blood will stain your fingernails for the next few days.

“I think Vigilante is cool. It reminds people who you are, and what you do for them.”

You smile. “I’m glad you think of me that way.”

The moments that follow are occupied with silence. It feels like something is ruminating—but you don’t know what. As you dry off and put on pajamas Adrian almost looks blank. You know him well enough to know he’s contemplating, but you won’t pry—at least, not until he lets you.

“You said you broke the door down?” You don’t want to risk a home invasion, but you don’t want Adrian to leave your side right now.

“The door still had some secure hinges on it. You know I’m not that strong.”

“But you’re here, anyway. For me. That’s all that matters.”

You don’t know how much the revelation would change the dynamic of your relationship. You don’t want to disregard the sparks in his eyes, glinting with an eerie eagerness when he found out who you are. The excitement you feel is undeniable, buzzing under your skin.

At first, you think you’re going to ruin him but that doesn’t seem right. Adrian wouldn’t hurt a fly, and even if he wanted to he’d look like a fool doing so (—your fool). He’s all gangly limbs with an innocent face and nerdy glasses he’s worn since boyhood.

But it’s not mutually exclusive with how he gets hyper-focused in his fixations like DND; how frenzied he looks when talking about the wrong things in the world and Evergreen to the point it looks like it physically hurts him; how he rambles on and on to you about what he learns in law school; how he finds moments in slasher films funny that raises peculiarity even to you—

It’s fascinating to you. He’s so fascinating to you.

‘No,’ you think. You’re just going to be bringing out a dormant part of him waiting to be found— to be noticed.

The pillow feels so soft and cool pressing against your cheek. Adrian looks peaceful for once, and you take the time to admire the lamp-lit contours of his face. His eyes are closed. The only indication of him being awake is his hand softly pressing shapes into your shoulder blades.

You might not ruin him, but by God is he going to ruin you.

#acweek22 #my writing #peacemaker #adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase/reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante/reader #vigilante x reader

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achillieus · 3 years

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let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts) (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on. And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break.

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

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emeren · 3 years

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speed racer pt.2 - eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 4.3 k

content warnings: 18+, smut, car sex, possessiveness, choking, dangerous driving idk LMAO

notes: it’s my birthday today! my gift to you all is speed racer pt. 2!!!! pt. 1 is not necessary to enjoy this oneshot, but may help with some context. here is that!

SUMMARY: eren takes the reader for a drive where he decides to clear some things up about their relationship in his own special way.

“it’ll be quick; i promise,” eren’s voice brought you from your daydream, head shifting against the cold window to look at him in the driver’s seat. his hair was up, brows furrowed in guilt as he waited for your response.

you let out a dramatic sigh, reaching to unbuckle your seatbelt. “fine, but i’m not going to wait in the car.”

“once it’s over i’ll buy you some food,” he rationed, unbuckling his seatbelt the same. you eyed him suspiciously, waiting for the inevitable sexual innuendo to leave his lips. “n’then i’ll take you back to mine and fuck you, just like you want.”

your unspoken agreement with eren had become routine at this point. after your mutually discovered attraction a couple weeks prior, the two of you had spent many a night in his bed, unashamedly basking in your sexual tension.

the concept of sex buddies hadn’t been one you’d previously dived into, and you would’ve been lying if you’d said you didn’t want to be exclusive. it only made matters worse that eren insisted on doing everything with you at this point, including dragging you to his board meetings for his sponsorship. he was a pain in the ass, but he was a pain in the ass that treated you like his girlfriend.

you wanted to make it official, but were too scared of embarrassing yourself, so you resorted to enjoying things the way they were. frienemies with benefits, as eren would say.

“c’mon, don’t be so vulgar,” you responded, slipping out of the car as eren snickered to himself quietly. you hated the fact that his comments made your face heat up. you were beginning to act like a schoolgirl around him, infatuated by your little crush.

“you know you love it,” eren smirked over the top of the car as he joined you, locking the vehicle. it was dark outside, the stadium brightly illuminated against the navy sky. “what was it you said again? ‘i want this just as much as you do’?”

you scowled, giving his arm a hard shove. he would not let you forget the things you’d said in the heat of the moment. “oh, fuck off.” you snipped.

eren laughed again, jokingly rubbing his arm as the two of you walked up to the stadium. it was around eight, the building being nearly vacant save for the members of eren’s sponsorship board inside.

“what’s the meeting about?” you asked as he held the door open for you, a gush of air conditioning making you shudder.

“if i’m being honest, i don’t know,” eren replied, his eyes settling past you. as you turned your head, you saw a group of exhausted looking men in worn grey suits talking quietly amongst themselves. they stopped whispering at the sound of the door opening; a short, balding man making his way over.

“mr. jaeger, thank you for coming on such short notice,” his voice was thick as he spoke, obviously a smoker. eren reached out to shake his hand, the man’s beady eyes settling on your face as he did so. “i’m sorry, but we won’t be allowing any unauthorized people in this meeting.”

startled, you looked to eren, whose face did all but curse at the short man. “do you mind waiting out here?”

“oh, yeah, no biggie,” you smiled reassuringly. he shot you a look of gratitude, mouthing the words “i’m sorry” as he walked off with the group. it was funny to watch him go; surrounded by serious men in suits while he wore jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sneakers. not to mention he was about a foot taller than the rest of them.

a sigh escaped your lips as they disappeared around the corner. the building was ominous when you were alone; large and vacant, normally filled with people excitedly bustling to watch a race. without the energy, it was downright creepy.

you decided to stand against the wall while you waited, anxiously toying with the hem of your skirt and counting the number of fluorescent bulbs that flickered in the ceiling.

the distant rumble of talking suddenly hit your ears, head snapping in the direction of the sound. it was getting louder, obviously two people approaching. you readied yourself to launch into an explanation as to why you were sitting alone in the stadium, after hours, only to be pleasantly surprised at who rounded the corner.

“yo, what’re you doing here?” connie cried out in excitement, a smile splitting across his face. he was with jean, the two of them spattered with engine oil and dirt.

you grinned back, pushing yourself off the wall to meet them halfway. “eren had a sponsorship meeting and dragged me along. what about you guys?”

jean smirked at your response, sharing a look with connie that went unnoticed by you. “well, connie accidentally told the boss that we don’t know jack-shit about car mechanics, so now we have to go to a stupid workshop five days a week.”

“hey, it’s not my fault he was eavesdropping on our conversation with armin,” connie retorted, coming to stand beside you. you smiled at your friends, happy they were there. “we’ll wait with you, if you want?” he proposed.

“that’d be great,” you sighed. “eren said they’re usually only like thirty minutes long, so we won’t be here all night.”

“about that,” jean started, uncomfortably bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. you frowned, wondering where he was going with this. “are you and him, like, y’know...”

you paused for a moment, deciding to play dumb. “huh?”

“are you and jaeger-meister dating?” connie interjected, wiggling his brows. despite knowing that this is where the conversation was going, you couldn’t help the wave of embarrassment that washed over you. you shifted uncomfortably in place, looking between your friends.

“i don’t know,” you answered honestly. “i can’t tell if he likes me or not. god, this is so high school.” you muttered.

jean gave you an apologetic smile, opening his mouth to speak before connie decided to give his own advice. “huh? why wouldn’t he like you? you’re a hot piece of ass!”

a laugh escaped your mouth at his idiocy, jean dishing him a scowl. “don’t listen to him. personally, i can’t see why you’d want to date that little shit.”

“yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing,” you replied demurely.

“well, if you like him that much, i say go for it,” connie shrugged. you eyed him warily, waiting for the ‘but’. the three of you stood in silence for a moment longer, considering what to say next.

“do you want my help?” jean asked apprehensively. he looked put-off by something, but you couldn’t tell exactly what. connie gave him an incredulous look.

“sure, i guess,” you responded. in some ways, you felt bad for jean. your friendship had been built off of a mutual distaste of eren, and now that you two were sleeping together, the playful mockery with jean had died down. he motioned his head back towards the wall, indicating that you and connie should follow.

“alright, here’s my plan,” he whispered dramatically. connie nodded his head, the two of you leaning in as if it were some grand escapade. “eren is a dumbass. in fact, i think he still has the brain of an ape.”

you rolled your eyes, suppressing a laugh as connie nodded once again in agreement. “get to the point, he’ll be out here any minute now.”

“alright, alright!” jean held his hands up defensively. “i genuinely don’t think he’s capable of intelligent thought. that being said, i believe the right way to gage his feelings are to activate his instincts.”

“dude, how long have you been planning this?” connie snorted. you couldn’t help but smile at just how funny the two of them were.

“never mind that,” jean shooed him back in annoyance. you raised your brow impatiently. “we need to make him jealous. if my assumptions are correct, it’ll piss him off and then you can tell him that he’s the only one you’re interested in.”

you pulled back from the huddle, unsure about his grand plan. “i dunno, jean. this sounds kinda stupid, if i’m being honest.”

“oh, c’mon,” jean begged, a devious smile on his features. “this’ll be our last chance to taunt him together.”

connie grinned as you contemplated it. “i think this is a great plan!”

you groaned, the small side of you that liked to make fun of eren starting to grow once again. “okay, fine. how’re we gonna do this?”

“leave that to me,” jean smirked. as if on cue, you could hear the bustle of the sponsorship men coming down the hallway. your tall friend was quick to step behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and placing his chin on your shoulder, effectively pulling you to his chest. “follow my lead.” he whispered into your ear.

you couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks at the action. jean was respectfully keeping a distance between your ass and his groin, but he was close enough that it wasn’t very obvious.

connie started to babble about a new korean barbecue restaurant that he and sasha were planning on going to, you rocking in jean’s arms to make the sight believable.

your heartbeat was drumming in your chest as eren rounded the corner, his professional smile plastered on his angular face. he was in the middle of talking with the balding man from earlier, eyes fixed on him. jean gave your waist a squeeze in reassurance.

eren’s gaze peeled from the short man, teal eyes landing on you and jean all cozy. it was as if a flip was switched; the professional smile he’d been wearing slid off his features with ease, face hardening.

you held his angry stare for a moment before turning to connie, laughing at whatever had been said, the feeling of jean’s breath against the shell of your ear as he let out a light chuckle. “it’s working.”

you heaved out a deep breath, focusing on connie instead of eren. you could feel his eyes practically burning holes in your head, shifting your neck so that yours fell back on jean’s opposite shoulder.

“alright, that should be it for tonight,” you heard one of the men say, glancing back over to them. you didn’t look for long though, quickly noticing that eren’s stare was intently focused on you and jean.

the men shuffled past the three of you, leaving the building. “hey, jaeger. we ran into y/n as we were leaving.” jean hummed against your shoulder.

you looked back at eren, who was standing in front of you with his eyebrows furrowed. jean must’ve been right, judging by eren’s face.

“we’re leaving.” eren deadpanned, taking a step forward. he wasn’t looking at jean, rather staring directly at you. you could feel a slight amount of guilt creep up your spine, jean sighing exceptionally loud as he pulled away from you.

“do you guys wanna come to the korean barbecue place with us? it’s gonna be real good,” connie asked innocently. eren didn’t look away from you, his jaw clenching.

“no. we’ve got other plans.” he said seriously, reaching forward to grab your hand and tug you the opposite way from the doors.

“woah, eren, you’re going the wrong way,” you huffed in confusion, trying not to trip as he yanked you away from your friends. he continued forward, not looking back.

“uh, bye i guess?” jean yelled. you looked over your shoulder to see the two of them giving you a thumbs up. you dished them an appreciative smile as you rounded the corner.

“eren, where are we going?”

eren stayed silent for a moment, not letting go of your wrist. “for a drive.”

“huh? but your car is in the lot out front?” you mumbled, absolutely dumbfounded. the tall man didn’t respond, large hand still wrapped around your wrist.

it wasn’t until you came to a familiar large door, eren giving it an unnecessarily hard shove. the lights flicked on, revealing ten shiny race cars, all perfectly lined up.

eren let go of your wrist, making his way over to his own car. it was a sleek black with white checker decals, much like the rest of the vehicles in the garage. you’d seen it before, as it was quite literally one of eren’s most prized possessions.

you stood in the doorway, eyeing him warily. “your race car? you never take it out on regular roads.”

eren’s jaw clenched as he unlocked the car, pieces of hair falling in his face. he looked upset, muscular arm propped on the roof and brows laced with annoyance.

he walked around to the other side, opening the passenger door for you. it was strange, seeing him dressed in his regular clothes next to his race car. something about the nonchalance was attractive, teal eyes looking at you expectantly. “c’mon. be a good girl and get in the car.”

at his choice of words you swallowed, inwardly cursing jean for his plan. you knew you were in for it, judging by the fact that eren only referred to you as good girl when he had his most sinful plans in mind. maybe you should’ve just talked to eren about making things official rather than making him jealous, you thought. too late now.

“okay,” you sighed, resolutely deciding to accept whatever fate it was that jean had painted for you. you crossed your arms, slowly approaching eren. you stopped right as you were about to slip into the car, looking up at him through your lashes. he stared down at you, eyes serious.

you slipped into the dark interior of the car without further discussion, the cold leather making you shiver as eren shut the door. you observed him through the windshield as he pressed a button to open the garage before getting in the car himself.

the smell of his cologne filled the car, your teeth nervously nibbling at the skin on the inside of your lip as he turned the vehicle on. you’d never been inside the car before, only seeing it on the track and in the garage when you came to pester your friends before a race.

it rode impossibly smooth, eren bringing his hand to the back of your seat as he backed out of the garage. you tried not to stare at the way his arm flexed, jawline enhanced as he strained his neck, but you couldn’t help yourself. he was just so hot.

eren must’ve felt your eyes, glancing down at you momentarily with an expressionless look. you quickly shifted in your seat to stare out the window, heat burning in your cheeks. god, why was this suddenly so awkward?

it was silent as he drove out of the arena, the dark city glittering against the sky. it was beautiful at night, skyscrapers lit up all pretty. you quickly found yourself distracted by the view, leaning your head against the cool glass. you were so consumed that you didn’t notice eren merging onto the freeway.

you were brought out of your trance at the feeling of his large hand resting on your upper thigh, grip tight and possessive. you glanced to him again, lifting your head from the window.

he was staring straight forward, foot slowly increasing the gas. you felt your chest tighten, seeing how he was riding the tail of a minivan in front of you.

“eren,” you warned, insinuating that he slow down. his index finger tapped tauntingly on your bare thigh, slowly rising up the skin. the fabric of your skirt rode up, eren weaving past the minivan with one hand on the wheel.

“i have a question for you,” he said lowly, eyes not leaving the road. you gulped, a strange mix of arousal and anxiety pitting itself in your stomach as his hand reached the apex of your thigh. the side of his pinky brushed against your pelvis. “hm, no underwear?”

you felt a pang of embarrassment. in your defense, you’d thought tonight was just going to be spent hooking up with the man, not going to the arena. “i, uh-”

“so, jean had his dick pressed against your ass and you didn’t have underwear on?” his voice was deep, jealously dripping from every word. your breath hitched as his middle and ring finger slid against your clit with ease, already soaking wet.

eren’s shoe pressed down on the gas again, the car zipping in and out between other vehicles on the freeway. his fingers rubbed against your clit slowly, your legs subconsciously spreading to give him better access. it felt so good, the way he was circling the nerves with desirable pressure.

“mmm, eren slow down, you’re going to crash the car,” you mumbled, watching as he sped up, whipping past the other vehicles. he was easily approaching 100 mph, your anxiety beginning to outweigh the pleasure. as if sensing this, eren sped up his fingers as well, a whimper leaving your mouth.

“i know it’s bad for me to be so jealous,” eren said flatly, his middle finger deviating from the ring finger to slowly insert itself into your tight cunt. he pumped it slowly, still not looking at you. he was pushing 110 at this point, doing so with ease. “but something about jean touching you. being so close to you like that.”

his ring finger joined the middle, the two sliding in and out of you, curling slightly. it was hard to stay focused on his reckless driving when he was fucking you with his fingers like that, your mind feeling fuzzy as a passing car laid on its horn.

“eren,” you breathed out in worry, his fingers hitting your sweet spot in order to make you shut up. “you gotta slo-”

an involuntary whimper left your lips as he curled his fingers particularly deep, the tingling sensation at your core beginning to build. you looked over to him, and boy what a mistake that was.

his one arm was flexed, hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. he was entirely focused on the road, eyebrows furrowed intently as his other hand purposefully increased its speed. he was so so hot.

you stifled another moan as your eyes looked forward again, the sight of eren nearly clipping a subaru outback making you sit forward.

“you’re going to crash!” you gasped.

“i’ll slow down if you answer my question,” eren growled, his thumb coming to rub your clit rapidly as his fingers continued to pump in and out of your cunt. you hissed at the newfound pleasure, your head coming back to rest against the seat.

“yes, yes, okay,” you agreed, screwing your eyes shut to avoid looking at how fast he was driving.

eren took a deep breath, giving you a sideways glance. he’d never done this before, but he’d also never felt this way about someone. the way you clenched so good around his fingers making his chest tighten. he made you feel this good, not jean. the thought brought a smirk to his face as you let out a strangled moan.

“i’ll stop speeding if you agree to be my girlfriend,” eren’s words shocked you right out of your pleasure coma, eyes widening as you jolted upright in your seat. did he really just say that? did jean’s plan actually work?

his hand jerked the steering wheel to the side, your mind too preoccupied with his statement to even notice his fingers had stilled inside of you, anxious for your answer. he wasn’t looking at you, eyes still locked on the road.

you held your breath as you noticed how fast your heart was beating. “i thought you’d never ask.” you responded, cheeks burning.

eren’s lips curled upwards, pulling his fingers from inside of you. your eyes followed his long digits as he popped the middle two into his mouth, sucking your bitter sheen from his knuckles. he was your boyfriend. he wanted you to be his girlfriend. “good girl.” he mumbled.

you glanced back at the freeway, surprised as eren jerked the steering wheel, making an abrupt exit. it appeared to deviate into the woods, your eyes flitting nervously to the man beside you. “um, where are you taking me?”

“i’m just fulfilling my promise,” he answered, bringing his hand back to grip your thigh. his fingers were wet with his saliva, the sight bringing a strong throb to your core. oh yeah, i never finished. “’member? i said once we were done with my meeting i was going to fuck you.”

you suppressed an excited smile at his vulgar words, pressing your thighs together for some form of relief. you were painfully aroused, the burning sensation almost too much to bear.

“plus, it seems like you never learn,” eren’s words were suddenly serious as he pulled the car up a gravel road. there was a sharp drop off to the side, the city skyline sparkling in the distance. you cocked a brow at him. “you’re my girlfriend now, but i’m still pissed about that stunt you pulled with jean. gonna have to punish you, of course.”

you swallowed as he shut the car off, the city sitting innocently in view. the spot between your legs was aching, desperate for some form of release. you couldn’t help the swell in your chest at the fact that eren was your boyfriend now, anxiously awaiting whatever he had in mind.

eren leaned over you, maintaining a deep stare as he shifted your seat into a flat position. his fingers lightly danced across your skin as he unbuckled your belt, face hovering above the hem of your skirt. he glanced back up to you, teal eyes glinting in the darkness.

“can’t wait to fuck my new girlfriend,” eren growled, wasting no time in climbing on top of you. he shifted your legs so that your knees were bent by your head, wet cunt on full display in front of him. he stared down at you, a hand on each knee. “shit, you’re so hot like this.”

he slowly brought a finger to your center, the feeling of his cold digit gliding against you bringing slight relief to the deep ache. his eyes were focused below your waist, lazily flitting upwards as he brought his finger to your lips. “taste.”

you happily accepted, wrapping your lips around his finger. your tongue swirled around his knuckle, the saccharin taste filling your mouth. he pulled it from your lips, a devilish grin on his features.

“i can’t wait any longer,” he breathed, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. the kiss was deep and heated, however it felt different from all the others you’d shared in the past. it was meaningful and tender, slow and deliberate. his tongue swiped your lip, slipping into your mouth with a sigh.

his hands undid his pants as you kissed, the sound of his belt being undone filling the small space. you could feel him positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, sliding it against your slick.

eren pulled back to look at you, breaths mingled for a moment before he pushed past your entrance, burying himself deep within you. the stretch was slightly uncomfortable and you were convinced you’d never get accustomed to the sheer size of his dick.

eren didn’t wait for you to adjust, flexing his hips back to give you another purposeful thrust. a whimper slipped past your lips at the feeling, his hand leaving your leg and lightly wrapping around your neck.

“fuck,” he hissed, speeding up his pace. your walls clenched around him, climax fast approaching with every deep thrust of his cock within your cunt. “feels so good fucking you when you’re all mine.”

his hand tightened around your throat, the combined pressure at both ends of your body only adding to the pleasure as he rammed into you. he grunted as his other hand pressed your legs forward, getting a better angle so that he could fill you to the hilt.

a strangled cry ripped from your throat as he hit particularly deep, bringing his face down to roughly kiss your lips. he was breathing heavily, the car shaking as he bucked his hips into yours.

eren craned his neck down to look at where his length disappeared inside of you, a small smile toying at his features. the sight caused his cock to twitch, relishing in just how nicely he filled you up. you were his, and he was yours.

just the thought of you being his girlfriend was enough; a loud groan leaving his chest as he pressed his hips against yours. you could feel him release himself inside of you, the thick sensation bringing on a much anticipated orgasm. your limbs grew cold, the pleasure reaching the tips of your fingers.

eren placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, gazing down at you. “my girlfriend is so fucking hot.” he grinned.

you rolled your eyes at his cheesy comment, swatting his chest playfully. he carefully removed himself from you, trying not to drip onto the car seat.

“here, pretty. you’ll have to keep your legs up,” he instructed as he pulled his pants back up. you frowned, the thought of holding this position the whole way back somewhat daunting.

“huh? but how am i supposed to keep this stuff from coming out?” you whined, still trying to regain your composure. eren’s face was flushed as he smirked at you.

“that’ll be your punishment, m’kay?” he said smugly. you scoffed, holding your knees in each hand.

“but that’ll be impossible!”

“don’t worry,” he leaned forward to kiss your lips once again. “i’ll drive slow.”

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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63 and 66 with richkid!tom?

Alright guys, here's the first post for the Summer of Love, I hope everyone enjoys! Remember I'm accepting requests until the end of summer so be sure to keep sending them in! Love you guys xx

Making it Worse

63 - “We are not cuddling until the AC is fixed.”

66 - “Do you look this good every morning?”

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The AC goes out, Tom thinks he can fix it himself

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(y/n) groaned as she woke up, kicking the sheets off her burning body, hoping the cold air would bring her back to a comfortable temperature. Only the air wasn’t nearly as cold as she’d hoped and didn’t really provide her with any relief at all. Tom was woken up by her stirring, an affectionate smile coming to his lips as he kissed her shoulder.

“Goodmorning,” he hummed.

“It’s so fucking hot,” she groaned, “Can you turn the fan on?”

“Alright but it’s gonna cost you,” he smirked, kissing her nose as he pushed himself out of bed. He flicked the ceiling fan on and opened the door, hoping the air flow would cool them off even faster, “There, it should start cooling off now.”

“Thank god,” she sighed, throwing her arm over her eyes dramatically, “I’m about to melt.”

He sat at her feet with a smile, “It’s really not that bad princess, you can take your clothes off if you’re too warm.”

“I know you’re just saying that to be a perve but it’s a good idea,” she sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the ground before she fell back onto the mattress.

“You come into my home, complaining constantly, tossing my designer clothes to the ground,” he scolded as he straddled her hips, “It’s quite rude you know?”

“I do that almost every night and you keep inviting me back.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he sighed, setting his hands on her bare stomach,

“You'd think I'd know the answer to that by now,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled, running a hand up her side before pressing his lips to hers. A giggle escaped her lips as her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his body in closer to hers. His hand moved upward, only to be stopped at her rib cage.

“Something wrong princess?” he smirked, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth.

She nodded, “Yeah, it's just hot. Maybe we could crank the AC until it gets cooled off?”

“Alright princess, I got it,” he teased, giving her one final kiss before ducking out of the room.

Tom found the thermometer in the hallway, which told him the AC was on, but the temperature was reading much higher than it should. With a frown he lowered the temperature and returned to the bedroom.

“I turned up the AC,” he hummed, plopping back down beside her.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t sound like it’s on…” (y/n) stood on the bed, raising her hand towards the vent above them, “I don’t feel any air.”

He frowned and stood, raising his own hand to see if he could feel anything, “I don’t feel anything either…”

“Fuck,” she groaned, “You need to call someone.”

He rolled his eyes, “I do not, look, why don’t you go take a nice cool shower and I’ll figure out what’s wrong okay? I promise it will be nice and cool by the time you’re done.”

“Okay…” she pursed her lips, “But if it’s not back on by the time I get out of the shower you’re calling someone.”

“It’ll be back on, don’t worry,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “In fact I’m sure I’ll be joining you in the shower in just a couple of minutes.”

“Alright, whatever you say Tommy.”

(y/n) took her time in the shower, only to be disappointed when Tom never came to join her. Eventually she had to exit the shower, and immediately was struck with the hot air she had been dreading. Tom sat on the edge of their bed, on the phone with who she hoped was some sort of repairman.

“Right, right, thank you, yeah, you too,” he hung up with a sigh, “Someone is coming to look at the ac.”

“Couldn’t fix it yourself huh?” she teased as she dug through the dresser for any clothes that might help her keep cool.

“I thought it would be best left to the professionals,” his arms wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder, “They’ll be here in an hour so we won’t have to suffer for long.”

“Thank god, can you let me get dressed now?”

“Why get dressed? You’ll stay cooler with nothing on.”

“In your dreams,” she poked his nose as she began pulling on her clothes, instantly he had his arms around her again, only to be pushed back away.

“Ah, I won’t be cheeky,” he promised as he reached for her again, “Come give me some love.”

“No way, it’s too hot,” she shook her head, “I’m gonna go lay in front of the fan and you’re going to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I’ll lay with you, we can put on a movie while we wait,” he followed behind her as she moved to the living room, “I’m not trying to be cheeky love, I’ll keep it PG.”

she declared as she fell onto the couch, pointing to the opposite end of the sectional, “You stay in your bubble over there.”

He glared at her and let out an annoyed huff, “Fine, you stay in here with the fan, I’ll go fix the AC.”

“Tom you already tried, you shouldn’t keep messing with it.”

“You said we can’t cuddle until the AC is fixed, I want to cuddle now, so I’m going to fix the AC now,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I will be right back.”

“Okay…”

She watched him disappear out the back door, just hoping he wouldn’t make the situation any worse. Tom’s privileged upbringing hadn’t led him to being very handy, so she had a hard time believing he’d have any chance at fixing the unit. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she heard the vents coming buzzing back to life. She jumped from her seat on the couch, running under the vent in hopes of being blasted by the cold air.

“Oh shit,” she swore as the back door slid open.

“I did it,” Tom beaned proudly, “I think I’ve earned a kiss at the very least.”

She pursed her lips, hating to burst his bubble, “Tom it’s blowing hot air.”

His face fell instantly, “What?”

“Come over here, there’s hot air blowing out of the vents.”

“Oh no,” he groaned and dragged himself across the room, “W-Well maybe it’ll cool down after a second.”

“I think we should just turn it off.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” he blushed, “I’ll go look at it again…”

“No, no, no, you aren’t touching anything else.”

With the hot air blowing constantly the inside of the house quickly became too hot for the couple, leaving them to hide out on the couch until the repairmen arrived.

“How long?” (y/n) fanned her face as Tom returned to the balcony, two glasses of lemonade in hand, “Please tell me they’re almost done.”

“They said it’ll be a few days.”

“Days?!”

He nodded, “Yeah, they said they’ll have to special order a couple parts, but they’ve got the hot air to stop blowing at least.”

“Tom, we can’t live like this,” she groaned, “I’ll die, I will literally melt.”

“I’m not gonna make you stay in the heat princess, we’ll go stay in a hotel for a few days alright?” he assured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Come help me pack up, it’ll be fun.”

She dragged herself off the patio and back into the house, “At least they got the hot air to stop blowing.”

He nodded, his cheeks dusting pink in remembrance, “Yeah, they uh, said we actually made it a lot worse, it probably would have been just a little repair if we had just left it alone.”

“We? That was all you babe,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck with a smirk, “You’re not really much of a handyman.”

“It was both of us, I wouldn’t have kept messing with it if you hadn’t refused to cuddle with me.”

“Don’t turn this around on me just because you had a temper tantrum,” she teased before stepping away.

“Oh I’m so sorry I tried to show you my love and affection,” he rolled his eyes as he pulled their suitcases from the closet, “I’ll keep it to myself in the future.”

“You’re such a diva,” she laughed, “I’ll make it up to you alright? We can go to the hotel and order a bunch of room service and cuddle for the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

“I’ll tell you what princess,” he grabbed her by the waist pulling her flush to him with a smirk, “You throw in dessert and you’ve got a deal.”

Her lips drew to a smile as she pressed her lips to his, “Deal.”

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izukus-babe · 3 years

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Hq men I think would love to fuck their cute little sisters (Obvious TW)

Warnings: a wee bit of misogyny and yandere themes, incest, NSFW, etc

Characters: sakusa, ushijima, kuroo and tsukishima (all characters are aged up)

Sakusa

Sakusa sees the way these other women are treated

And even worse, how they act, it disgusts him

He’d be the type to sit there and see you in your cute little dress ready to go out with friends and all he can think is how the men will be looking at you

God Kiyoomi knows if he were some man at the bar he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you

He can’t stand the idea of another man getting his filth on you

And it’s all your fault for being so okay exposing yourself

He needs to fix this behavior

So before you even have the chance to leave he’s pulling you into his room

He needs to get his hands on you before anyone else does

It’s his way of taking care of you, keeping you pure

This is all because he loves you

It’ll disgust him even more when he realizes his whore little sister’s pussy is getting wet from all this

And he won’t hold back that disgust, he’ll spit on your filthy cunt

Scolding you, saying how wrong it is for you to want this

“Don’t cry, just you wait, I’ll make you pure again”

Ushijima

I think we can all collectively agree Ushijima loves his little sister more than the average nii san

I don’t even think he would understand how wrong it is, he doesn’t know the difference he just knows he loves you

And when a man loves a woman what does he do? Stuff her full with hot milky cum, obviously

Ushijima is the good big brother who’s always doting around, doing everything you ask and doing whatever he can to make you happy

So does he grind his cock on you every chance he gets as you pass each other in the kitchen? Yes

Will he fuck you before you ask him to? No

He waits and waits and waits

And as he waits he’ll steal your panties

Takes pictures of your sleeping form

And strokes his cock to your scent

But he would never dare touch you until you come up to his room, tear filled eyes and shaky legs crying about how you need your big brothers touch

And from that day on, you were his

Kuroo

One thing you may notice is that Kuroo has a need to inflate his own ego, though much like Wakatoshi, Kuroo is a good big brother

He may not always be around but he likes to treat you well

He brings you home gifts and treats and tells you all about his day with lively gestures

And you, as sweet and innocent as ever will plop yourself in his lap and happily listen in the meantime

That always the highlight of coming home to you

The way you sit in his lap

And bounce against his half hard cock I’m excitement when he shows you whatever he brought home for you this time

And he probably would have never act on the way his cock twitches

Not if he hadn’t been forced to listen to you through the thin walls

Being touched by your boyfriend

Half forced moans slipping from your mouth and slaps against your skin going on for minutes at a time

And how was Kuroo supposed to live with this? He knew you weren’t satisfied and further yet he knew that he could satisfy you

So that’s exactly what your nii san does

Tsukishima

Tsukishima is mean. That much is obvious

And from the time you two are kids he would be mean to you

Always shooing you off to leave him alone

Calling you names or taking your toys

So as you get older it’s a surprise when he suddenly wants to become close to you

He sees the way you’ve developed, so grown and beautiful and watching that from afar had him frustrated beyond belief

Don’t get me wrong he was still mean as ever

Calling you names and pushing you around

But you never seem to falter

Always all cheerful, skipping around and batting your eyes at him, in his eyes it was an utter pain

He decides the only way to ruin this facade of yours is to ruin you with his cock

And that’s exactly what he does

#tw brother mention #haikyuu smut #headcanons #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #sakusa x reader

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hwa-joongie · 3 years

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Stream Tease

Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Location: Y/n & Seonghwa’s apartment

Names: Baby/Princess (for s/o), Baby/Oppa/Sir (for Seonghwa)

Word count: 4,171 :))))))))

(T/W) Kinks: daddy/oppa kink, hair pulling, oral, hard dom Seonghwa, choking, dacryphilia, begging, spanking, praising, degradation, filming/camera, over stimulation, sub y/n, after care, accidental leak of videos

Seonghwa has been at the agency for what felt like days to y/n. Seonghwa was getting ready for a comeback so he would have long nights at the agency just to come how and sleep the whole time he got off. While y/n was at home cleaning and cooking for him so that way he would have a home cooked meal whenever he would get home. Seonghwa was grateful to her for what she did. But as time grew y/n started to feel more lonely. One night it was supposed to be a night where Seonghwa was off. Y/n had the whole night planned out. But the boy's managers told him that they had to do a live last minute due to them having a comeback soon.

Seonghwa had texted y/n saying ‘Hey baby. I won’t be able to make it tonight. The managers told us at the last minute that we needed to do a live. I’ll try to be home soon, ok?’ Once y/n got that text she already had dinner made on the table with candles lit. She read the text sighing at it texting him back saying ‘Ok. Well I just got done making dinner baby so it’ll be in the fridge when you get back. I’m going to take a shower.’ y/n locked her phone putting up all the food trying to not cry. After Seonghwa read his girlfriend’s text he sighed about to text her back until he heard Wooyoung say “What kind of ice cream do you guys want?” Seonghwa told his younger member what he wanted forgetting to text y/n back and started playing a game waiting on the boy to come back so they could start the live.

As y/n finished her shower getting dressed in her pajamas she decided to call f/n to tell her what happened. f/n picked up the phone saying “Hey! What’s up?” y/n, who had her phone on speaker, said “I’m upset.” Her friend then said “What happened?” y/n sighed, rolling over on her stomach saying “Well Seonghwa was supposed to spend some time with me tonight. I had a whole night planned out. I made dinner. I lit the candles that were on the table. I even broke out the good wine. But I got a text as I was putting the food on the table from him saying that he won’t be able to make it because the managers told him at the last minute that they need to do a live. I already put the food up and I already took a shower. So I’m practically ready for bed pissed off.” f/n who was sitting in her studio in their old apartment said “You know you can always tease him into coming home right?” y/n's ears perked up saying “Answer my FaceTime.” y/n jumped up from the bed FaceTiming f/n. She answered the phone only to see her best friend rummaging through the clothes hanging up in her walk-in closet. She finally found what she was looking for holding 5 hangers in her hand. y/n held up a black lingerie bodysuit saying “This one?” f/n looked at it saying “Come closer.” y/n was still holding out saying “Remember I bought this when we went to the mall back home?” f/n nodded her head saying “Yes I remember. But it looks old so that’s out.” y/n tossed it to her right holding up a white bodysuit f/n automatically said “The color compliments your skin. So it’s a maybe.” y/n set it on the door handle and lifted up a red one. f/n shook her head saying “I’m not a fan of it.” y/n said while tossing it to her right “Ok so that’s a no” y/n then held up a light purple bodysuit saying “This ones my favorite.” f/n looked at it saying “Does he like that color though?” y/n shook her head “No he doesn’t like the color but he loves it on me..” f/n then sighed saying “Then it’s a no.” y/n then said “This one is the last one.” She held up a dark blue colored bodysuit f/n immediately said “Yes. That’s the one.”

y/n decided it would be best to do her hair and make up while f/n was on the phone so that way she was able to tell her what to fix and what to do. y/n’s phone finally went off with a notification from the boy's V-Live channel saying that they were now live. y/n said “Hold on imma grab my laptop.” y/n ran off screen to grab her laptop from her side table getting on FaceTime there while watching the live on her phone. Ateez then said “8 makes 1 team! Hello we're Ateez!” HongJoong started talking about what all they were doing and what they were going to be talking about. f/n said “Why is my boyfriend so hot?” y/n, who was doing her mascara, looked over at her friend saying “Because we choose hot boyfriends that’s why!” f/n nodded in agreement saying “Do a Cherry red color lipstick then you should be good!” y/n nodded her head saying “Ok! I’m going to hop off so that way I can start the teasing process.” f/n smiled saying “Good luck! Try to not die!” y/n hung up the FaceTime putting on a red lip stain knowing if she put on regular lipstick it would be all over her face. She then got changed into the lingerie set.

Whenever Seonghwa would go on tour and couldn’t bring y/n she would almost always tease him. But whenever he would come home she would have to call off work for a few days knowing she wouldn’t be able to walk let alone deal with the consequences he had in store for teasing him while he was away. y/n knew what she was doing when she took f/ns advice. That's why f/n told her to not die because she knew what was going to happen to her best friend. y/n got situated on the ground in front of their body length mirror. Snapping a quick picture of her typing out ‘Man I wish you were home right now you look so good on the live..:(‘ sending it to Seonghwa. On the other end Seonghwa was eating his ice cream in the conference room with all the boys at the end of the table. His phone buzzed in his hands seeing it was a text from his girlfriend. He clicked on it thinking it was just her telling him goodnight but in actuality it was the picture she sent to him. He was able to shield his phone away from the members that were sitting next to him. He looked up at the phone with a smirk texting back ‘Oh no. Is someone not following the rules right now?’ Seonghwa knew he had to hurry up with the live but he couldn’t make it seem obvious. He started eating his ice cream when he got a text from y/n saying ‘Man I wish I was that ice cream:( you know you could’ve had me by now but you have to work.’

Seonghwa smirked down at his phone typing back ‘Baby I’m going to need you to stop or else you’re gonna have to be punished. You don’t want that do you?’ y/n smirked, finally getting Seonghwa where she wanted. She snapped a picture of her in the mirror ass up saying ‘But I’m already ready to be punished come home oppa.’ Once Seonghwa got that text he felt his pants get a bit tighter. Seonghwa looked over to his left and whispered to HongJoong saying “I need to go like now.” HongJoong looked at him confused but once he saw his best friend adjusting his pants he sent a text to the manager that was behind the phone telling him that Seonghwa wasn’t feeling too good and that they needed to cut the live short by a few minutes. The manager gave the ok to end it letting the boys know it was time to go. They said bye to all the fans turning off the live Seonghwa was the first to get up rushing out of the room causing the boys to look at HongJoong who said “He has to go deal with y/n.” The boys now understanding the situation Mingi said “Ew. That’s disgusting. I did not need to hear that. She’s like my little sister.” Seonghwa texted y/n, 'You better be on your knees in front of the mirror by the time I get there.’ y/n texted f/n saying ‘Thank you for the help. I’m going to die tonight.:)’ f/n then texted back ‘Have fun!’

Since Seonghwa took y/n’s car to work today he sped home only to find out that y/n did what he told her to do. She was sat all pretty in front of the mirror with her hands in her lap. He smiled at the girl saying “So you do know how to listen baby girl. I’m surprised.” y/n smiled saying “Well you did tell me to be on my knees by the time you get here so I did what you told me.” Seonghwa looked down at her saying “You’re wearing my favorite too. Did you just want daddy to come home?” He lifted her chin up caressing her cheek with his thumb. She nodded her head saying “Yes sir.” Seonghwa smirked down at the girl saying “You baby you have to be punished because you broke two of the rules.” y/n smiled saying “But you liked it didn’t you?” He shook his head “Don’t be bratty. Or else the punishment will be worse.” y/n took his thumb into her mouth sucking it while looking up at him. He looked down at her groaning, saying “You’re killing me baby.” y/n pulled her mouth away with a pop saying “Good Oppa.” He looked at her in the eyes saying “I guess I have to shut you up huh?”

y/n who was now looking up at him saying “Yes sir.” He grabbed ahold of her hair pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail saying “You know what to do princess.” y/n eagerly undid his belt and pants lightly touching Seonghwas bulge in the process. Once his cock sprung free she looked up at him as if asking to start. He only nodded his head saying “Go ahead princess.” y/n automatically went ahead wrapping her mouth around him going all the way down. She had her hands on his thighs which he swatted away saying “No hands. You know this.” y/n put her hands behind her back. y/n was only able to get half of his dick in her mouth until he thrusted the rest of his length in her mouth causing her to put her hands on his thigh.

He pulled out of her mouth that had strings of saliva from her mouth on his dick. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow saying “What have I said about your hands? Are you going to be a good slut and take it or am I going to have to make you?” y/n looked up saying “Make me daddy.” He then let go of her hair causing her to drop back onto the heels of her feet. He walked over to the closet opening the drawer, he came out of the closet with a pair of handcuffs. Seonghwa looked at the girl saying “This will stop you don’t you think?” He cuffed y/n’s hands behind her back he grabbed ahold of her hair again tying it up with the hair tie that is always on his wrist. He looked down saying “Open. Now.” y/n obeyed the man standing in front of her by opening her mouth. He then pushed all of his dick in her mouth causing her to gag. He chuckled saying “I know you can take all of it to stop messing around. Keep it open for me just like that.” As Seonghwa started face fucking her causing tears to run down her face spit dropping onto her chest he moaned out “You’re being such a good slut for me beautiful. Taking all of me. Look at those tears.” As he was coming close to his edge he pulled out saying “You’re not getting my cum just yet baby girl. Come on, let’s get you on the bed.” He helped her stand up due to the fact she was still handcuffed. He undid them causing her to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. He mumbled against her lips “Jump.” as he said that she jumped up into his arms. He walked her over to the bed laying her down saying “I’m sorry for me being at work all the time. Since you did so well taking all of me it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Seonghwa did his best to take off the bodysuit without ripping it. He finally succeeded looking at y/n smiling. y/n said “Thank you for not ripping it.” Seonghwa then said “I can’t rip my favorite outfit on you can I?” y/n smiled saying “You could have. If you wanted to buy me a new one.” He shook his head saying “I would’ve bought you a new one anyways. All you have to do is ask. Now just enjoy this ok?” y/n nodded her head listening to her boyfriend who was now kissing down her body leaving marks all over her. Once he got to her sweet spot on her neck he made sure to leave a hickey right there causing her to bite her tongue. He looked up at her saying “Let out those moans for me beautiful. I want the neighbors to hear how good I’m making you feel.” With Seonghwa saying that y/n let out a moan. Seonghwa smirked, satisfied with hearing her moans falling from her mouth. Seonghwa made his way down until he reached her thighs. He pushed them apart, kissing the inside of one while caressing the other teasing y/n. y/n moaned as the soft kisses got closer to her heat. Seonghwa let the hand that was caressing her thigh he let it just graze the side of it causing her to let out a whine saying “Stop teasing me.” Seonghwa looked up from in between her thighs saying “Remember how I said you broke two rules? This is one of the punishments, baby. Now if you’re a good girl I’ll let you cum on my tongue.” y/n threw her head back onto the pillow saying “But I had good intentions for breaking those rules!” Seonghwa chuckled, going back in between her thighs saying “Well your actions have consequences.” He started back to kissing one thigh while one hand started to caress her heat.

Once he felt like y/n had enough teasing he decided to finally give in to her. He kissed right on her clit making her shiver in pleasure smirking at the wetness he caused he said “Did I do that?” y/n hummed in response to him. He wanted her to use her words so he gave her pussy a little love slap saying “Use your words beautiful. Or else I’m going to stop.” y/n moaned saying “Yes you did oppa.” He smiled while rubbing his index finger up and down through her wet slits saying “And who is the only one that can do this? Hm?” y/n let out a moan saying “You sir.” Seonghwa, being happy with her response, said “Good girl. I think you deserve to cum on my tongue now.” And with that he pushed in a finger and let his mouth latch onto her clit. She let out a sigh in relief that he was finally letting her feel some type of friction down there. She grabbed onto his black hair holding him where he was trying to keep him there. He pulled away from her pussy saying “How does my baby feel? Hm?” y/n said “I need more please.” Seonghwa looked at her with a raised eyebrow saying “More? Like another finger?” y/n screamed out “Yes please! I need more! I need your tongue and fingers please daddy!” Seonghwa then said “All you had to do was ask.” He pushed in a second finger while saying “You’re so tight baby I may need to fuck you more.” He started going at a decent pace not really going fast or slow.

y/n let out a big moan saying “I’m close oppa. Don’t stop!” That caused Seonghwa to move his hand faster as y/n reached her climax. Seonghwa pulled out his fingers putting them in his mouth while saying “You still taste as sweet as ever baby. Now do you want me to fuck you like a slut or are you done for the night?” y/n looked down at the boy who was on his elbows saying “Please fuck me like a slut.” That caused Seonghwa to smirk and the words she said brought out demon Seonghwa. He said “Well then. Get face down ass up facing the mirror. I’m recording this tonight baby. So that way I can go back and watch when I’m missing my cock sleeve.”

y/n did as she was told, getting into the position while Seonghwa undressed of the clothes that were still on him. y/n was now on the corner of the bed ass up waiting for Seonghwa. As she felt the bed dip she stuffed her face into their white comforter. Seonghwa caressed her ass before giving one cheek a slap saying “Count.” y/n’s eyes were now brimming with tears as he spanked each cheek 15 times. He then said “Don’t do that again, got it?” y/n nodded her only to have Seonghwa to grab the ponytail pulling her head up saying “What did I say about using your words huh?” y/n saw her face in the mirror saying “I’m sorry I meant to say yes sir.” Seonghwa said “Good slut. Now are you going to take all of me or do I have to stop here?” y/n shook her head fast saying “No please! I’ll be good!” Seonghwa smiled at the mirror seeing his girlfriend's tear stained face saying “That’s my good girl.” As he said that he pushed himself in without any warning bottoming out in her. He groaned while feeling her tight walls clench around him. He said “You’re still so tight even after I prepped you.” After Seonghwa bottomed out he automatically hit y/n’s g-spot. Causing her to grip onto the bed sheets harder turning her knuckles white. Seonghwa started at a decent pace letting y/n get used to the feeling knowing it has been awhile since they’ve been intimate like this.

Once y/n got comfortable she said “Faster please.” Seonghwa grabbed ahold of her neck from behind holding up his cellphone pointing it towards the mirror saying “Say that again baby so the camera can hear you.” y/n then screamed out “Faster please!” Seonghwa chuckled saying “That’s my girl. You’re such a cock hungry slut aren’t you?” y/n who’s eyes were now closed in pleasure said “Yes oh my god yes! Don’t stop daddy please!” That caused Seonghwa to turn off his camera throwing it to the top of the bed. His one hand still on her neck the other now on her waist pounding harder into her. That caused y/n to cum for the second time. Seonghwa let go her neck letting her fall back onto the bed. Seonghwa gave no mercy not stopping as she came undone fucking her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her ass saying “You’re doing so well baby. Can you give me two more?” y/n shook her head saying “No I can’t.” Seonghwa pulled out causing y/n to whine at the loss of friction. He flipped her over onto her back saying “You can give me two more. I know you can baby.” Seonghwa was now in between her legs on his knees. He kissed her knee going down on her thigh biting it lightly causing her to let out a gasp causing him to smile when y/n looked down at her thigh they’re was now a love bite she looked up at him saying “Really?” He moved his body up saying “I got to have my baby girl remember who she belongs to.” He kissed her hard pushing himself back into causing y/n to gasp into the kiss giving Seonghwa a chance to put his tongue in her mouth.

As Seonghwa pushed deeper into her smirking saying “How many more are you giving me baby?” y/n looked up into Seonghwas eyes saying “Two oppa.” Seonghwa smiled at the girl saying “That’s my good girl.” He put a hand on her throat saying “Now can I fuck you how I want now?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir. Use my body however you want. I’m your toy.” He smiled saying “Well in that case I’m not going easy and I’m going to need you to cum more than twice.” y/n nodded her head as Seonghwa started thrusting in and out of her. Seonghwa had one hand pressed down on her throat while the other was on her boob twisting and pinching it causing y/n to cum for the first time in the new position. Seonghwa looked at the girl beneath him saying “That’s my girl. Give me another.” Seonghwa threw one of her legs over his shoulder causing him to go deeper hitting a new spot causing y/n’s legs to shake and her to moan. He moved his hand from her throat to her leg holding it against him kissing her calve. He pounded into her even harder chasing his high back. y/n was almost over the edge when Seonghwa said “I’m going to cum in you. Take it like a good slut got it?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir fill me up please.” y/n’s eyes rolled back as she hit her climax clenching around Seonghwa causing him to cum. He pulled out of her flopping down on the bed next to her pulling her in close saying “You know the things I say I don’t mean right? Like those names I would never call you besides in the bedroom.” y/n smiled snuggling deeper into his chest saying “I know baby. You say it everytime. Can we get dressed and eat I’m hungry.” Seonghwa laughed saying “Yes after I clean you up.” Seonghwa got up from the bed walking into their bathroom. y/n’s phone then started to ring she rolled over grabbing it off the charger answering it without seeing who was calling. f/n was FaceTiming her she answered it to see f/n holding in her laughs saying “Looks like you had fun thank god you’re not dead. But you may want to die after I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” y/n looked at her friend confused saying “What do you need to tell me?”

f/n then said the unthinkable “Seonghwa accidentally sent the video he took of you in the mirror to the group chat.” y/n clicked out of the call opening up the group chat to see the boys now talking about Seonghwa and about how hot y/n looked. y/n then yelled “SEONGHWA! WE NEED TO TALK.” Seonghwa came in with a wet rag saying “Yeah what’s up?” f/n then said “Check the group chat.” Seonghwa grabbed his phone opening the group chat seeing what all happened saying “Oh my god. What did I do..” Wooyoung then texted in the group chat ‘I mean I knew Seonghwa hyung liked being called oppa but who would’ve thought he was into stuff like that. Especially little innocent y/n.’ Seonghwa then said “I’m sorry baby! I’m so sorry!” y/n rolled her eyes saying “I’ll call you later f/n!” f/n waved bye to the girl before she hung up. y/n said “I’m not mad just embarrassed and at least they now know how you treat me.” Seonghwa smiled kissing her lips saying “I love you baby!” y/n kissed him back saying “I love you too! Now can we get cleaned up please I feel all gross and sticky.” Seonghwa nodded saying “Yes baby then we can get some food.”

#ateez smut #ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #park seonghwa #seonghwa #hwa #smut

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debiteful · 3 years

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Okay so this one is based on an anon request I got. A particular detail made me uncomfortable, but otherwise the concept was solid. If you want elaboration on my feelings on that, you can ask, but I don't wanna bog down the story with that ramble ^,....,^'

A wereboar discovers a human living beneath their floorboards. This person is in exile and being hunted; to make matters worse a very tough person is hunting this human. The good natured wereboar decides to help the human evade capture.

Content: soft, safe protection vore, panicking prey, willing human prey, boar-human hybrid pred, belly bulge, fearplay, threat/false claim of digestion, regurgitation, comfort afterward

Tuki walked up their front steps, feeling the familiar creak of boards beneath their feet. The bungalow stood alone in a woodland clearing, the perfect place for someone like Tuki to live. Isolated, yet close enough to civilization to get the supplies they needed.

Once inside they let their loaded sack fall to the floor. They knelt and began going through it, sorting the things within; food went to one side while fabric went to the other. Behind them, they heard a rustling noise. Very slowly they stopped rifling through the bag and listened. Their nose twitched and they snuffled curiously while slowly turning their head.

Something was scraping against a floorboard over there. Had to be big, a rat wouldn't sound like that. Maybe a raccoon? Looking around, Tuki could see one of the cabinet doors was open in the kitchen. That little thief!

The homeowner crept across the floor as quietly as they could. Unfortunately, stealth was not their strong suit. Their weight made the floorboards groan with every step.

The rustling went quiet. Tuki bent low and sniffed at the floorboards with little grunts. They had to be getting close. The scent of some creature wafted up; it didn't smell like racoon.

"Hey!" They called gruffly, "Get out here you vermin!"

A soft whimper and hasty scrabbling from below the floor was the only response. Tuki growled and leapt to their feet. In a flash they were out the door and scrambling under the cabin. Leaf litter and dirt kicked up as the creature tried to hurry away. Tuki crawled on their belly, moving arm over arm with surprising speed thanks to bulky muscles.

As the creature became silhouetted by the daylight on the far side of the cabin, its pursuer frowned. That almost looked like a person…

Tuki stopped and called, "Hey! I won't hurt you. Wait!"

It froze. They could see a head swivel and bob while it tried to get a look at them. They approached slowly.

The creature backed out from under the house, sunlight revealing its form. It was a human! Mud streaked their ashen face and twigs stuck from their unkempt hair at odd angles. They kept taking steps backwards, eyes trained on the crevice where Tuki would emerge.

By the time they were free to stand, the human was halfway to the tree line. They brushed themselves off and stood by the back of the house, "Hey! I said I wouldn't hurt you. You look like you could use some help. I- well I don't like that you stole some food, but you clearly need it. Come inside and I'll help you."

The frail person tilted their head one way, then the other. Big, dark eyes glittered as they considered the offer. They seemed human, but right now they reminded Tuki more of a yearling doe.

Tuki held out their hand, "Come here! I promise it'll be okay."

They blinked, then approached. Tuki let their arm fall and turned towards the front of the house. They didn't need to look back to sense that the bedraggled human was following a short distance behind.

Inside Tuki was able to heat some water so they could bathe. While they did, the host picked out some of their own clothes that might fit. An oversized shirt made a dress-length tunic for the human. Then they set to cooking up some warm food; they could tell it would do them good.

Over the meal, Tuki managed to gather that his name was Lark, and he was hiding from someone. He was vague about that, as if worried Tuki would change their mind about being so hospitable if they knew. Sensing the reluctance, they didn't press the matter.

After even this small bit of care, Lark was looking much better than he had been. His cheeks had a warm, healthy glow, and his hair was hanging in loose curls just above his shoulders. He looked a little silly in the large shirt, but at least it was soft and clean.

A loud knock at the door rang through the cabin. Lark jumped and spilled the soup he had been sipping from a bowl. His eyes were wide with alarm, and suddenly his whole body shook.

Tuki stood to answer the door but he darted over and grabbed at their arm. "No! Don't!" He hissed, looking up with pleading eyes.

They frowned down at him, "Why not?"

"They're here for me; they'll hurt me. You gotta hide me somewhere- somewhere they won't find me!"

Their frown deepened and they cast a worried glance around the simple dwelling. The only room besides the main area was their bed and bath room, but that didn't exactly have any hiding places. If he could get back under the floor, then maybe-

Another flurry of knocks rapped at the door. This time it was accompanied by a warning voice, "Whoever is in there, open up or I'll have to come in myself!"

Lark trembled and clung to Tuki's arm. His wordless plea was all across his face. Their face softened and they whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"I- what? I have to; if you have a plan, then do it!"

Tuki nodded and gently removed him from their arm. The human watched with a creeping dread as before his very eyes his host's shape shifted. Their face elongated, sharp tucks sprouting from between their lips. Their stubble lengthened and hair thinned, becoming thick bristles. Ears lengthened and flopped, and their form filled out their shirt better.

Beady black eyes full of concern gazed at Lark from that monstrous face. His host wasn't human; they were a were-boar!

He sucked in a shaky breath and fought the urge to turn and run. Filled with desperation, he knew flight was not an option.

He squeaked as their powerful hands grabbed his slight shoulders and lifted him. His feet reflexively kicked a little as they left the floor. Their jaws opened wide, saliva hanging in thick strands that trembled with their hot breath. The humid air washed over his face as he screwed his eyes shut. Terror pricked at his belly and sent his heart racing as he felt a slobbery tongue rise up to greet his face.

Their maw shut around his head and shoulders gently. Even if he wanted to cry out, he couldn't, smothered by wet flesh as they crammed his head down their throat. They swallowed; it was a sickening feeling to have those powerful muscles constrict around him.

He could hardly feel their hands grasp his hips now and heave him deeper in. His legs kicked wildly and he fought for air through the panic and slime. His whole body became completely enveloped in rippling muscle and coated in saliva as he slid downward.

Tuki wiped their mouth with the back of a hairy hand while the other slid down to support their swelling belly. They felt their gut stretch as their hastily gobbled prey slid down and was forced to curl. Their stomach walls were taut and smooth around Lark's quivering form. The bulge of their belly strained against their shirt, making it ride up a little. It wasn't very inconspicuous, but it would have to do.

They plodded over to the door just as whoever was outside turned the handle. The door swung inward to reveal the would-be intruder, a hulking man carrying a baton in one hand and clutching the short leash of a massive dog in the other. The beast snarled and snapped at Tuki, but they held their ground. The man looked surprised, but a snear took over, "There you are, you dumb brute! You couldn't hear me knocking?"

Armed and with that vicious dog, Tuki knew they couldn't fight. Especially stuffed full like this. They would have to talk their way through this. "I could," they said crossly, "but I was finishing my dinner when you so rudely interrupted."

"I have important business, more important than you stuffing your face, pig."

Tuki narrowed their eyes, "What is it then?"

"I'm on the trail of a dangerous fugitive who is an enemy of the state." At that Lark squirmed inside their belly nervously, but went still as the man continued, "I tracked him here, intending to apprehend him so he can be exiled permanently."

The dog was straining against its tether, sniffing with interest at the threshold. Its master didn't spare it a glance, stone-cold eyes fixed on Tuki and club raised menacingly. They replied, "Well I haven't come across anyone dangerous."

"He's a sly curr, might not seem dangerous. Have you seen any strangers around here? Heard anything odd?"

"Hmmmm," Tuki said, weighing their options. They scratched at their belly, drawing up the shirt to reveal the rounded bulge sagging over the waist of their pants. "There was this one little fella, big doe eyes. He stole some food from me," the anxious squirms started up again, making their protruding gut wiggle. "So I ate him instead!"

"You what?" The man snarled. Slowly his gaze drifted down to their taut stomach, and horror crept into his eyes at seeing it move. He looked back at Tuki with disgust, "You ate a man?"

"Hardly a man," they shrugged, "More of a vermin. I'm not too picky though," they said with a smirk.

Seemingly at a loss for words, he just gaped at the wereboars belly for a while. Then he looked past them, into the house, "I'm going to have a look around, just in case."

"You won't find much," Tuki gloated, patting their belly. A burp rumbled up and escaped loudly. The dog sniffed the air then bayed and reared up to investigate their snout. They laughed and the man dragged it away and into the house by its leash.

Tuki kept a wary eye on the two invaders while they leaned against the threshold. Lark still hadn't settled down, his body writhing within the flexible limits of the stomach. Little muffled grunts could barely be heard above the gurgling fluids shifting around him.

The dog barked with savage excitement as it found Lark's dirty clothes. The wash water had already been drained away, leaving little explanation. The man hooked the tattered clothes with a finger and brought them to Tuki, "Whats this? Is it yours?"

"No, you're welcome to it. I took those filthy rags off that human before I devoured him. I have some standards," they huffed.

The man eyed their still moving gut, "You ate him alive?"

"Of course! Killing is so messy, I don't like to do it in the house. Besides," they leaned in with a ghoulish grin, "I like to feel them squirm as I digest."

Lark flailed as best he could within the cramped confines, but the real reward was the brief widening of the intruder's eyes at that comment. He scowled, "Can't you spit him up? I have a job to do."

Offended, Tuki leaned back, "What? And waste a perfectly good meal? No, you were too slow. He's mine now. Besides, it's not like he's going anywhere. Just tell your master you did it; how're they gonna know any different?"

He considered, then trudged past the wereboar, hauling his dog along, "Fine. But if I get in trouble, don't think I won't send someone after your hide too!"

"I expect nothing less from a scoundrel like you."

He froze and clenched his cudgel. Tuki dearly hoped he wouldn't try to use it. Thankfully, that was the case, and he stomped off without another word.

Tuki shut the door and locked the bolt into place, just in case. They went over to their chair and sat down heavily. Their belly bumped against their legs as Lark continued to wriggle frantically. His whining could be heard by Tuki, and their heart lurched. The poor creature must be terrified. If only they had had more time to explain.

They got up and hurried to get a towel, then went to their bedroom and stood infront of the bed. They heaved, and with great effort Lark slid up and out of their stomach. He landed on the towel laid out to catch him and lay there shivering. Before he could scramble away, Tuki shifted back to their human form and bundled him up in the towel. He fought against the warm folds of cloth weakly before realizing he wasn't in danger. The wereboar sat on the bed and cradled the swaddled human in their lap, using a corner of the towel to wipe his face and hair.

He looked up with wide, tearful eyes, "You…." He couldn't find the words.

They hugged him tightly then gave an apologetic stare, "You're quite the mess, again. I didn't know what else to do. He would've found you if I hadn't-"

He cut them off, "I know. I know. It's just- the things you said, they were terrifying. Especially from, well, in there," his eyes flicked meaningfully to their belly.

They nodded and continued to clean him up carefully. He relaxed into their hold, inhaling the fresh air deeply.

Neither of them spoke. Both of their minds independently wandered to the same, simple question: what next? Neither of them had the answer right now.

#soft vore #safe vore #protection vore #digestion mention #reluctant prey #wereboar pred #anthro pred #human prey #belly bulge #bulging belly #similar size vore #same size vore #unintentional fearplay #panicking pred #regurgitation #hurt/comfort #debiteful writing

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nillabeam · 4 years

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strange magic

synopsis: sex pollen quirk? sounds fake. until you realize it isn’t. it’s totally real. not only is it totally real but it’s effecting you AND your fellow pro hero, Ground Zero.

pairings: bakugoxf!reader

warnings: it’s smut so 18+, language but that’s a given, slight violence and a brief blood mention, characters are also aged up

a/n: based on this request!! it’s a lot different than libido in terms of like, content lmao, but the situation is similar sort of?? idk hopefully it’s not completely terrible bc i felt like i was a bit rusty writing this?? also excuse my overall writing ability and bad grammar <333 also there’s like a little tiny bit of fluff at the end!!!

“Give up already!”

Ground Zero barks, threatening sparks emitting from his palms. He was standing a few feet away from a woman, hysterical and clearly enraged by something he honestly didn’t care enough about to remember. Something about a cheating husband, maybe? Whatever, one thing he did know was that this lady just stabbed a guy in the middle of a popular park and if he didn’t hurry the poor cheating bastard would be dead soon.

The woman pressed her heel into the victims chest, he yelped pathetically in response. “I said get away from me! This son of a bitch is going to get everything he deserves!”

“Not happenin’ lady. Bastard or not you can’t just fucking stab people because you feel like it!” Ground Zero snaps back, he shifts his weight forward.

“He has to pay! I’ll make him pay!” She screams, turning the knife in her hand, her heel digging further into the victims chest, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Ground Zero had to make his move soon.

“Shut up and listen! Drop the knife or you’re gonna end up worse than that asshole!” He threatens, muscles tensing, ready to explode forward and overwhelm the woman if she didn’t comply.

“I’ll slit his goddamn throat don't you da-” She’s interrupted by your hand gripping her wrist bending it backwards in an unnatural direction. The movement makes her cry out and drop the blade. She tries to take the knife back but a swift jab of your elbow to her nose sends her reeling backward onto the floor.

“You bitch! That really fucking hurt!” Her hands grip her face, trying to suppress the heavy flow of blood now streaming from her broken nose.

“Shut up! You should have listened to me when you had the chance!” Ground Zero is suddenly beside you, he extends a fist and you meet it with yours, resulting in a friendly fist bump. “Nice elbow, Rookie.” He comments, impressed.

“Nice diversion.” You reply, leaning down to restrain the woman. “The police will be here soon so we should help-” You’re interrupted by a strange purple mist clouding your vision.

“What the hell is this shit?” Ground Zero asks, fanning his hand in front of his face, trying to push away the mist. “Her quirk?” You suggest, landing a quick precise blow to the woman’s neck, incapacitating her. The mist dissipates, having only reached you and the other hero.

“Hope it’s not some kind of defensive response. Like poison or something.” You worry for a second before standing, waving the remaining fumes away. “It’ll take more than some fucking purple bullshit to kill me.” You squint your eyes at him, an amused smirk finding your lips. “That sounds like something someone who gets killed by purple bullshit would say.” You quip, amused despite the looming danger of being exposed to an unknown quirk. A devious smirk finds his lips.

“If it kills me, it’s killing you too so I guess I’ll see you in hell, asshole.”

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“They said they’ll get back to us once they figure it out. Also they said we can go home but we have to stay put, since we feel okay, oh, and also to call if we suddenly feel like we’re dying.” You explain, clicking the comm. in your ear off.

“Great. So we can die at home instead.” He mocks, rolling his eyes. You lift your arms above your head to stretch them, sore from a day of hero work. “I’m perfectly fine with going home early, maybe I won’t die and I can catch up on laundry.” You move past him toward the locker rooms, more than ready to change out of your hero costume.

“Oi, Rookie!” He calls out.

You turn to face him, still walking backwards toward your destination.

“Good work today.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

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Once you finally changed into your civilian clothes you walk into the lobby, distracted, hand in your purse fishing for your phone. You smack into something hard. “O-ow.” You mumble, scrunching up your face in discomfort, hand reaching up to rub your nose trying to alleviate some the pain.

“Watch it, Rookie.”

The voice is familiar and you realize you’ve hit a person. More specifically, Ground Zero. Or Bakugo, as you knew him when the two of you weren’t busy being heroes. “Bakugo, sorry I was-” You un-scrunch your face so you could see properly. You should have closed your eyes and ran away instead because the sight in front of you would prove to be too much for your stupid brain to handle.

He stood before you, bag slung easily over his shoulder, the fabric of his expensive looking dress shirt clung perfectly to his impressive chest and biceps. Your eyes trail down the length of his lean body, his other hand shoved into his dress pants, perfectly ironed, and the way they showed off his thick powerful thighs nearly had you drooling. It’s becomes painfully obvious that you’re ogling him.

You’d forgotten there was a staff meeting earlier that morning and he was dressed nicer than usual. Yet, you’d seen him before all dressed up like this, so why was the sight of him making you feel hot now?

“My eyes are up here, pervert.”

His gruff voice snaps you out of your trance, you snap your head up to meet his fierce stare. Your entire face now covered in a thick blush. “I-I wasn’t looking at anything-” You lie, pushing past him. He takes a second to do some looking of his own, his eyes fixed on the swell of your ass as you walk away from him.

You stand impatiently outside the agency, fiddling with your phone, trying to push the image of Bakugo’s perfect body our of your mind. You take a quick look over your shoulder, making sure the blonde hadn’t followed you out. The sound of a honk made you turn attention to the company car that pulled up ready to take you home and save you from your own embarrassment.

Sliding into the backseat you offer a nervous smile, “S-Sorry thank you-” You’re interrupted by the force of someone pushing you into the space of the empty seat next to you. “Move over, Rookie.” The voice makes you tense, and you lose your balance falling back awkwardly into the empty seat. Your hands moving to tug the hem of your skirt down as not to expose yourself.

“W-What?” You sit up properly, adjusting in your seat. “Get your own car.” Your tone laced with false confidence immediately ruined by his ruby orbs peering down on you.

“Quit whining.” He snaps, shoving you further over with his large frame. “Drive.” He instructs and to your horror the car starts moving. You push against him with both hands, shoving him back over to his side. “Keep your dumb giant body over there.” He lets out an amused ‘tch’ and leans back in his seat. A stretch of awkward silence fills the air and it takes a second for you to relax in your seat.

There’s an obvious tension between you two, it’s thick and heavy and it makes Bakugo’s chest tighten. He decides against his better judgement, to find out if you were feeling just as fucking needy as he was.

Bakugo keeps his attention fixed on the window, but experimentally spreads his legs, his knee hitting yours. You take the bait like a fool. Shifting away from him, your mouth opens to lecture him about personal space but your jaw snaps as your eyes fix on the prominent bulge in his slacks. It finally dawns on you that he’s not even hard, he’s just that big.

“Shit-” You mutter out loud. Panic covers your features at your sudden lack of filter and you force yourself to look up, not surprised that Bakugo’s glaring down at you. “Keep looking at me like that, Princess, and i’ll get the wrong idea.” The pet name makes you rub your legs together in anticipation, why were you being so desperate right now? Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming urge to rip those stupid pants right off of his body and slip his cock in your mouth.

“I’m not!” You blurt out the obvious lie, covering your flushed face before smacking your head on the window in a feeble attempt to physically knock the sinful thoughts out of your mind. You were finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the man beside you, he let out a dark chuckle at your embarrassment.

You glance over again and he rolls his hips slightly, purposefully, as he notices you sneaking another peek. “Oi!” He grips your face in his hand, roughly squeezing your cheeks together, you whimper at his force and you see his eyes widen a bit at the sound.

“What did I just fucking say, Princess?” You move your hands up to pry at his wrist to loosen his grip but he won’t budge. Your eyes betray you and you look down again. You swear his pants are even tighter then before and your tongue rolls out of your mouth at the sight, practically salivating.

“Oh fuck-“ Bakugo groans unable to keep himself from shoving his fingers into your open mouth. Your mouth shuts immediately and you begin to suck harshly against his slender digits. “Shit, you’re so fucking needy.” He began rhythmically pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag as he reached the back of your throat. You were actually drooling now, all over yourself and his hand, but you continue to take his fingers greedily. They actually tasted better than you could have imagined, they had a slight sugary sweetness to them.

Pulling his fingers from your warm mouth, he watches as excess saliva drips out, you unable to stop it due to his vice grip on your cheeks. His gaze darkens at the sight and he’s looking at you with a hungry need that makes you rub your legs together. Leaning forward enough to feel his breath fan your face, he smirks darkly, chewing his bottom lip in anticipation.

“Such a mess for me already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He teases, his nose brushes against yours and you lean forward, whining when he pulls back just enough that he’s just out of reach. You clutch the fabric of his dress shirt in both hands, trying to pull him closer to you. “Bet you’d like that huh, Princess?” he asks, and you can’t help but nod like an idiot. You feel his grip on your face loosen a little.

His tongue lolls from his mouth slightly, per his instincts and he leans in, unable to control himself any longer, ready to taste that cute mouth of yours when the driver clears his throat rather loudly.

The two of you freeze, hyperaware of your surroundings. Bakugo pulls his hands away and you nearly fall forward.

“We’ve arrived, Miss.”

You wipe the spit off of your face as quickly as you can, and you stare at Bakugo in horror. “I-uh-” Your brain fails you as you try to form coherent sentences. Grabbing your bag from the floor you scramble out of the car shouting a ‘thank you’ to the driver as you leave Bakugo in the car alone, with his lewd thoughts, raging hard on and a very polite driver.

It takes him a second to snap out of his daze fully and by then he’s already a few blocks down the street. “Fuck-” He grips the passenger and driver side seats and leans forward so he can see the driver. “Stop the fucking car.” The driver looks confused, “S-Sir?” Bakugo is looking over his shoulder through the backseat window and the tightening in his chest worsens as he continues to get further and further away from your apartment.

“I said stop the fucking car.” He snaps again and the driver begins to slow the vehicle down to stop. But Bakugo being the impatient little shit that he is exits the car before it can even stop properly leaving the driver thoroughly annoyed and maybe a little bit flustered.

He starts a normal pace once he’s out of the car but it’s not long before he breaks out into a full sprint toward your place.

You’re clutching your chest, trying to calm yourself, but the urge to slip your hands between your legs to relive some tension overwhelming you. Every time you try to think of something besides the goddamn porno scene in the car your brain throws it right back at you.

Just as you hike up the front of your skirt ready to finish the job yourself when violent banging on your door makes you scream pathetically in surprise. You throw it open immediately. It’s Bakugo. Thank heavens it’s Bakugo. His face flushed, thin layer of sweat glistening in the afternoon light.

“You too?” He asks breathlessly.

“Yeah.” You respond, equally dazed.

“Fuck.” You say simultaneously.

You blink and his large hands are gripping your biceps to pull you toward himself and his lips crash hungrily against yours. He walks you both forward enough to shut the door behind him with his foot. His hands move to your waist and he spins you both around shoving you back against the door, his palms pressing against it, arms caging you in.

“What are you doing to me?” He asks, there’s a mixture of jest and seriousness in his voice. He tugs his dress skirt collar open exposing more of his neck and chest in an attempt to cool himself down.

Now he’s done it. You can’t help yourself any longer, and you lick a hot stripe up his neck, before doubling back to pepper desperate kisses against it. A low throaty groan escapes him and your fingers fumble as you begin to unbutton his dress shirt completely. He watches as you undress him, his tongue darting from between his lips wetting them before he leans down to capture you in another needy kiss. Shrugging the shirt off of his body, he begins to unbuckle his belt.

You pull back for air, eyes wandering to his clothed member, eager for to see him, to taste him. He can see it too, the want, the need in your eyes. It matches the look in his own, vermillion and glassy. Your self control wavers again and you drop to your knees pulling his slacks down with a few good tugs, they were as tight as they looked.

Finally, his cock is free and of course it’s bigger than you thought, you take a moment to admire it before slipping it into your mouth. He hisses at the sudden warmth, both hands tangling into your hair, the dull pain against your scalp elicits a moan and you feel him shudder as he tries to compose himself.

“Couldn’t wait to suck my-” His breath hitches, an unintentional whimper falling from his lips as you move to take the entirety of him, cheeks hollowing as you greedily suck his cock. His hips rut involuntarily and you gag around him, the feeling of your throat around his aching cock almost send him over the edge.

Your movements are desperate and sloppy, moaning and mewling against him like his cock is the best thing you've ever tasted. You make eye contact and notice he’s having a hard time keeping his cool. His face flushed a dark pink, panting, low groans falling easily from him lips.

You’re honestly quite pleased with yourself.

With a sharp tug he pulls you off of his dick, excess saliva drips from your mouth and you look up at him confused. He presses the pad of his thumb against your tongue and you open your mouth wider for him.

“You’re being such a greedy little slut.” He comments, a smirk finding his lips, his hands move to grip the front of your dress shirt and he pulls you up off of your knees, tearing the shirt in the process. The second you’re standing he pulls you into another kiss, hot and blistering. His hands searing against the plush skin of your chest, he lingers at the lacy cups of your bra before activating his quirk just enough to burn the fabric away. The sound startles you a bit but the feeling of his hands expertly kneading at your breasts makes it hard to concentrate on anything else.

He pulls one hand away replacing it with his lips, when he pulls away to give your other side the same attention his teeth lightly drag against the tender bud forcing a moan to spill from your lips. Your fingers dip down under your skirt to give your mess of a pussy some much needed attention. Your frustration is only made worse when Bakugo catches your wrist in his hand.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, slut?” He growls, you look up at him, still trying to pry your hand out of his grip. “Then you touch me.” You command weakly, voice dripping with want.

He can wait, he can. He’s trying to act like he’s completely in control. Like he isn’t burning up with desire, like he can hold out a little longer.

He can’t.

“F-Fuck.” He spins you around, pinning you against the door, thankfully you were able to put your hands up to keep from slamming your face into it. He pushes your skirt up and it bunches at your waist, you hear a loud ‘rip’ and he’s tossing what’s left of your panties on the floor. He teases the head of his cock along your dripping slit, you wiggle your ass impatiently.

He finds purchase on your hips before sliding into your soaking core. “S-So fucking tight, shit..” He mumbles to himself. You cover your mouth stifling a groan as you feel his cock stretch you out. His fingers dig into your hips harder and you’re certain they’ll bruise. He gives a shallow thrust, and you bite your lip to suppress another moan. His hands move to grip your arms where they bend, pulling them back toward him.

“I want to hear those dirty little moans, Princess.” You can't see his face but you can hear him smirking. You don’t have time to object as he begins thrusting into you, his pace brutal, your legs nearly buckle beneath you. But he’s strong enough to keep you steady. It doesn’t take very long for your orgasm to sneak up on you, each drag of his cock only worsens the feeling of impending pleasure building inside you. “I’m so close..” You whimper breathless, and he adjusts his grip. Both of your wrists are in his hand now, still trapped behind your back, his free hand moving to rub messy circles into your puffy clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“Cum for me, cum all over my cock like a good little slut.”

His skillful and calculated thrusts, mixed with his fingers teasing your clit and his permission to cum overwhelm you. “F-Fuck, Bakugo!” Your orgasm washes over you more violently than you were expecting, you’re a mess, whining and moaning incoherent praises. The feeling of you constricting so perfectly around his cock has Bakugo not far behind you, he releases your arm, and it hurts to move them, but you press your palms flat against the door as he adjusts himself his grip returning to your hips, his thrusts become more sloppy and erratic as he’s coming undone.

“S-shit, Princess, I- haah- I’m close.” He nearly whines, you begin to push back against him, doing what you can to match his movements. “Cum inside, Bakugo.” You command, your voice is smooth and breathy.

“Fuck-” You groan in unison as he fills you with hot ropes of cum, he falls forward a little, one hand on your hip the other against the door to steady himself as he rides out his high, his hips still gingerly thrusting into you. When he’s finished and you’re satisfied and full, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the overstimulation.

You both take a moment, still processing what happened. Bakugo lets out an amused huff of air and your glance over your shoulder.

Well this was new.

Sure, Bakugo knew his recovery time was amazing but never instantaneous. You glance down nervously at his still fully hardened cock, eyes widening at the sight. You dare to meet his gaze, hazy and piercing.

Without warning, Bakugo slides two fingers into your still dripping cunt, you whimper, pressing against the door with more force. He chuckles darkly and it matches his devilish smirk. You were suddenly hit with the realization that your night was far from over.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Princess.”

BONUS:

The two of you lie in bed, exhausted and completely fucked out. You’re nearly asleep, resting comfortably on Bakugo’s firm chest as he rubs slow, soothing circles against your soft skin.

It’s interrupted by your phone, the loud ring tone makes you both cringe. He reaches to answer it, you open your mouth to object partly since it’s your phone and partly because the loss of contact but honestly you’re too tired to truly argue about it.

“Y/N’s phone.” He answers, voice slightly hoarse.

“Oh yeah?” He glances at you with a smug smirk.

“I think we’ve figured that part out-” You put two and two together and realize it's probably someone from the agency informing you on the unknown quirk you were both hit with earlier.

“Yeah, thanks for nothing.” He says his tone slightly irritated.

“One more thing, have whatever paperwork I need to document a workplace relationship on my desk in the morning.” He instructs and hangs up the phone. Your eyes widen a little and he thinks it’s cute how hopeful you look.

You chew your lip a little, “Is that paperwork for us?” You ask weakly, and he rolls over so he’s on top of you, arms caging you in.

“Of course it is, stupid.”

Your nervousness disappears the moment his lips meet yours.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo imagine #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugo katuski x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha imagines #bakugou x reader #mha imagines #nillabeamwrites #realgarfieldgirl

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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Trust Me, Trust Me

Because for some reason the writers will not give the Lukanette shippers what they deserve, we must take matters into our own hands. If you have not seen the latest ML episode this will contain major spoilers! You have been warned!

But other than that please enjoy this quick little fix-it fic for all you Lukanette lovers.

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If Hawkmoth could get a new hobby that would be great. It really would be. Maybe he can take up bird watching or stamp collecting or origami. You know, just a little something that can take up his time so he isn’t interrupting one of Marinette’s dates for once in her life! She swore, if she had to miss another date because the butterfly man wanted some earrings she was going to hunt him down and skin him alive.

Marinette had made the decision to let go of her crush on Adrien and start dating Luka shortly after their trip to New York. She cared for him, loved him, but he was always just out of reach. Upon coming back to Paris and seeing how happy he was with Kagami, Marinette understood where his heart truly lies. It was the confirmation she needed.

It was hard at first given how long she had been pining after Adrien. He still held a precious place in her heart but every time she was with Luka it blended into platonic love a bit more. Her first step was to get rid of all the pictures of Adrien she had pinned up in her room until all that remained were some catalog snapshots in her inspiration book and a couple friendly group shots on her wall.

She was ready to move forward with Luka. She really was. Now if only she could get through a date without Hawkmoth interrupting it. The man had an uncanny ability to start something the second she was alone with Luka or when they had plans. The movies, ice cream dates, bike rides, concerts, she was missing it all and it tore her apart. She could tell it was starting to wear on Luka too. Not that she blamed him in the least. Marinette left because it was her duty but Luka had to watch her runaway from him dozens of times with little to no explanation.

Lies were becoming as easy to her as breathing and it sickened her. Luka deserved so much better than that. A few times she thought that maybe she should end both their suffering and call things off but then he would smile at her, play her a song, and kiss her forehead and everything would be right again. She couldn’t think of leaving him when he always welcomed her back into his arms with a smile. It was like his faith in her was unshakeable.

At least that’s what Marinette had thought. Luka was very trusting and understanding but everyone has a breaking point. Even someone as patient as Luka. Watching her boyfriend get akumatized because she couldn’t tell him the truth of why she always disappeared broke her heart. Having to fight him hurt even worse. Learning that the father he never knew was actually their favorite singer was jarring. Poor boy woke up in Marinette’s room not remembering anything about his akumatization or what he learned about his family.

That evening after Luka went home Marinette sat in her room debating what to do. The real truth was out of the question. Telling him that she was Ladybug would only put him and everyone she cares about in danger. But she had to tell him something!

She also needed to have a conversation with her friends because apparently, even after dating Luka for weeks, they still think she is madly in love with Adrien. Even if she was, so many people know about it at this point that she hesitates to call it a secret. The only person who never knew was Adrien himself! But that’s a problem for another day.

What she needed to do was talk to Luka. She called him up and they agreed to meet up under the bridge. He smiled when he saw her and it broke her heart all the more, that even after today he could still greet her with that warm smile.

“Hi, thanks for meeting me so late,” Marinette said.

“We did leave things kinda unresolved earlier, didn’t we?” Luka sighed, “A lot happened today and even though I don’t remember any of it I was filled in later. When I went home my mom was waiting for me and asked if I remembered anything from being akumatized. When I said no she told me who my dad is.”

“She did?” Marinette wasn’t surprised, if she didn’t tell him then someone else on the boat surely would have.

“Turns out it’s Jagged Stone.” He shook his head, “ My idol is also my dad. I don’t know how to feel about that. All these years I felt a connection to him but I thought it was just because we were both musicians. Turns it out it runs a lot deeper than that.”

“I can’t imagine what that must be like.” Marinette said, “Do you think you’ll talk to him after this?”

“I feel like I have to. I still have so many questions.” He looked back at Marinette and his smile returned, “Enough about all that though. What did you want to talk about?”

“Well now I don’t know if this is the best conversation to have considering what all you’ve already gone through today.” Marinette suddenly felt like an idiot. She shouldn’t be pushing more onto him when he’s already clearly going through a lot.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked, eyes full of careful trepidation.

“What? No! Of course not!” Marinette clasped his hands with hers. “Is that what you want?”

“Never. I just know that you’ve been missing out on a lot of our dates and…” He glanced down at their clasped hands, “I thought it might be because you were unsure about us. I miss you, Marinette.”

“I miss you too.” Marinette squeezed his hands tighter, “I want to tell you the truth so badly, Luka. It would clear up everything and then you’d understand why I do the things I do but I can’t tell you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but because it’s something that I know will only cause problems for you if I do.”

“Does this have anything to do with Adrien?”

“Absolutely not. This is in no way related to Adrien or my feelings or anything like that. It’s a lot more complicated than all that.”

“Can you explain it then? You don’t have to go into details if it is really that precious a secret but you need to give me something here, Marinette. I feel like you’re drifting further and further away from me and I can’t figure out what’s causing it.”

“The truth...the truth is…” Marinette swallowed back all the lies and looked into her boyfriend’s eyes. He had so much faith in her. He trusted her so much, she owed him at least this. “The truth is that I have a certain responsibility that I cannot neglect. I get called to take care of it sporadically and no matter how much I wish that I could take a day off I can’t.”

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she willed them back, “It feels like my life has been uprooted because of it but I can’t just back out of it either. I enjoy what I do but it always ends up hurting me and those around me in ways that I didn’t think it would when I took on this responsibility. Is any of what I’m saying making sense?”

“Marinette,” Luke pulled her closer, enveloping her in a warm hug, “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not! Because I can’t control what’s going on and it’s not fair to you and I just wish that we could have normal dates and be together like normal people.” She hiccuped, “I really like you, Luka. I want to be your girlfriend and go out on dates and have fun together but my responsibilities keep getting in the way. Everything is falling apart around me and I don’t know how to fix it. I feel like I’m way in over my head trying to keep everything from crumbling.”

“Hush now,” He rubbed a hand across her back, “It’ll be alright. I don’t know what pressure you must be under but you are doing the best you can. Even if the best you can is struggling that doesn’t mean you are doing nothing. You are doing everything you can at the capacity you are capable of doing it. That is all that can be expected of you so if a few things slip through the cracks it is not your fault. You were not being neglectful of your duties, you tried your very best. If you did nothing then that would be even worse, right?”

“But--”

Luka pulled back, grasping at her shoulders and stared hard into her eyes, “You are doing the best you can! Are you listening to me? You are doing all you can and that is enough! You are doing enough!”

Marinette started sobbing. The tears she had so desperately tried to keep away ran hot and wet down her face. Her throat was making an ugly croaking noise as she wailed and clung tightly onto Luka. She could barely breathe with how hard she started crying. Years of pent up sorrow, anger, and fear was flooding out of her and she couldn’t get it to stop even if her life depended on it.

Luka held her close and let her cry. He didn’t try to say anything to make her feel better. He just held her and hummed a peaceful melody in her ear. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there while she cried but when it was over Luka still did not let her go. Not until her hiccuping sobs quieted down into manageable sniffles.

“Feel better?” He asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. Marinette nodded. “Good. Don’t ever feel like you need to hide your struggles from me, Marinette. If you need to run off and do what you need to do then just tell me. I won’t get angry, I won’t try to stop you, I just want to know that at the end of the day that you’re okay. Dates can be rescheduled easily enough. I’m just happy to spend any time I can with you.”

“I feel like you’re being way nicer to me than I probably deserve.”

“And I think you’ve been denying yourself a lot more than you should. No matter what is going on in your life, Marinette, it doesn’t mean that you need to miss out on everything else. You can be upset and selfish. You should be. Bottling all of that up will only hurt you worse in the end.”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Well, I don’t have any other plans for tonight, did you want to do something?”

Luka smiled and kissed her forehead, “Anything you want, my melody.”

“Is it too late to go back to the boat and have a movie night?”

“Not at all,” He threaded his fingers through hers and they started the walk back to Luka’s house.

They were smiling and laughing the whole walk back. At the ramp to the boathouse though was an unexpected visitor. Luka froze, his grip on Marinette’s hand getting tighter.

“Luka,” Jagged Stone nodded to him.

“Jagged.” Luka said. His expression was unreadable.

“I’m sorry,” Jagged said, “Rock star or not I should have been around for you and your mother and your sister. I guess I felt too inadequate to be a proper father like you deserved. That’s not an excuse but--”

“Hey,” Juleka appeared on the ramp startling everyone. The girl was like a freaking ghost. “Are you my dad too or just Luka?”

“I’m your dad too.” Jagged answered.

“Awesome.” Juleka smiled and returned to inside the ship.

“Wait! Do you not have any questions?” Jagged called after her but Juleka didn’t seem all that concerned with the information. Luka wasn’t surprised. She never worried herself about who her dad was like Luka always had. She figured that she had the family she did and that was that.

“Jagged,” Luka said, “I’m glad I know the truth now and I appreciate you coming out here but it has been a long day. Right now all I want to do is sit down, watch a movie, cuddle with my girlfriend and process what all I’ve learned today. You are more than welcome to come by later this week but I really just need some time to myself to sort through all this first.”

“Yes, of course,” Jagged glanced at Marinette and his face lit up like the Eiffel Tower, “And are you dating Marinette? That is awesome! I knew you must have had great taste in women, just like your old man!”

“Jagged!” Luka’s mom shouted from the boat, “That’s enough out of you tonight! The boy wants to be left alone!”

“It’s alright, mom!” Luka shouted back. “Go back inside, I got this handled.”

Mrs. Couffaine sighed and went back inside, all the while still glaring at Jagged. “She’s right,” Jagged said, “I should be going. Enjoy your evening. And Luka, whenever you’re ready to talk I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” Luka said, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

With that Jagged dug his hands deep in his pockets and wandered down the street and out of sight. “You okay?” Marinette asked after he was gone.

“Still taking it all in but I’m fine. Now come here, I promised you a movie night.” Luka pulled her onto the boat. They settled down in the living room area. Marinette picked out a movie while Luka made some popcorn for them to munch on.

The opening credits began to roll and Marinette tucked herself into Luka’s side. One of his hands played idly with the ends of her hair. She sunk into his touch like a puppet whose strings had been cut. “Luka,” she whispered, lifting her head up to look at him.

“Hm?” Luka gazed down at her, “Need something?”

“Can I kiss you?” The questioned breathed past her lips.

“Yes you can,” He pulled her up closer. Their eyes drifted shut as his lips brushed against one another in the gentlest of kisses. Marinette’s insides fluttered happily as she met his soft lips again, kissing him deeper. He held her close tilting her head just so, so he could access her mouth better.

She giggled into the kiss. Her happiness unable to contain itself for even a moment. Luka chuckled too at her giggling so it rumbled against her lips. “What’s so funny?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I’m just...happy.” She sighed, “I’m really happy here with you. And that’s the truth.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #fix-it fic #ml season 4 #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #lukanette #writing #it's fluffy. it's cheesy. it is mending something in my multi-shipping heart

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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years

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Hiiii, so I decided to continue my combing through the books for random specific Everlark related content series. This one is Katniss and Peeta taking care of each other. This is Part One and only includes stuff from the first book because it was getting too long. 😭😅. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy.

I gently unzip his jacket, unbutton his shirt and ease them off him. His undershirt is so plastered into his wounds I have to cut it away with my knife and drench him again to work it loose. He’s badly bruised with a long burn across his chest and four tracker jacker stings, if you count the one under his ear. But I feel a bit better. This much I can fix. I decide to take care of his upper body first, to alleviate some pain, before I tackle whatever damage Cato did to his leg.

Since treating his wounds seems pointless when he’s lying in what’s become a mud puddle, I manage to prop him up against a boulder. He sits there, uncomplaining, while I wash away all the traces of dirt from his hair and skin. His flesh is very pale in the sunlight and he no longer looks strong and stocky. I have to dig the stingers out of his tracker jacker lumps, which causes him to wince, but the minute I apply the leaves he sighs in relief. While he dries in the sun, I wash his filthy shirt and jacket and spread them over boulders. Then I apply the burn cream to his chest. This is when I notice how hot his skin is becoming. The layer of mud and the bottles of water have disguised the fact that he’s burning with fever. I dig through the first-aid kit I got from the boy from District 1 and find pills that reduce your temperature.

“Swallow these,” I tell him, and he obediently takes the medicine. “You must be hungry.”

“Not really. It’s funny, I haven’t been hungry for days,” says Peeta. In fact, when I offer him groosling, he wrinkles his nose at it and turns away. That’s when I know how sick he is.

“Peeta, we need to get some food in you,” I insist.

“It’ll just come right back up,” he says. The best I can do is to get him to eat a few bits of dried apple. “Thanks. I’m much better, really. Can I sleep now, Katniss?” he asks.

“Soon,” I promise. “I need to look at your leg first.” Trying to be as gentle as I can, I remove his boots, his socks, and then very slowly inch his pants off of him.

I scoot my square of plastic under him so I can wash down the rest of him. With each bottle I pour over him, the worse the wound looks. The rest of his lower body has fared pretty well, just one tracker jacker sting and a few small burns that I treat quickly. But the gash on his leg . . . what on earth can I do for that?

I know the tracker jacker leaves draw out infection, so I start with those. Within minutes of pressing the handful of chewed-up green stuff into the wound, pus begins running down the side of his leg.

“What next, Dr. Everdeen?” he asks.

“Maybe I’ll put some of the burn ointment on it. I think it helps with infection anyway. And wrap it up?” I say. I do and the whole thing seems a lot more manageable, covered in clean white cotton.

I help him dress, leaving his feet bare so we can walk in the water, and pull him upright. His face drains of color the moment he puts weight on his leg. “Come on. You can do this.”

But he can’t. Not for long anyway. We make it about fifty yards downstream, with him propped up by my shoulder, and I can tell he’s going to black out. I sit him on the bank, push his head between his knees, and pat his back awkwardly as I survey the area.

When Peeta’s able to stand, I half-guide, half-carry him up to the cave. Really, I’d like to look around for a better place, but this one will have to do because my ally is shot. Paper white, panting, and, even though it’s only just cooling off, he’s shivering.

I cover the floor of the cave with a layer of pine needles, unroll my sleeping bag, and tuck him into it. I get a couple of pills and some water into him when he’s not noticing, but he refuses to eat even the fruit. Then he just lies there, his eyes trained on my face as I build a sort of blind out of vines to conceal the mouth of the cave.

I check his forehead and find it burning and dry. I don’t know what to do. Leave him in the bag and hope the excessive heat breaks the fever? Take him out and hope the night air cools him off? I end up just dampening a strip of bandage and placing it on his forehead.

I spend the night half-sitting, half-lying next to Peeta, refreshing the bandage.

Peeta sits beside me, leaning against the wall, his bad leg stretched out before him, his eyes trained on the world outside. “Go to sleep,” he says softly. His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t. He’s still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.

I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. Then I tend to his minor wounds, the burns, the stings, which are showing improvement.

Peeta’s stretched out on top of the sleeping bag in the shade of the rocks. Although he brightens a bit when I come in, it’s clear he feels miserable. I put cool cloths on his head, but they warm up almost as soon as they touch his skin.

I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. “Who can’t lie, Peeta?” I say, even though he can’t hear me.

I gingerly lift my hand to my head and find it bandaged. This simple gesture leaves me weak and dizzy. Peeta holds a bottle to my lips and I drink thirstily.

He doesn’t seem angry about my tricking him, drugging him, and running off to the feast. Maybe I’m just too beat-up and I’ll hear about it later when I’m stronger. But for the moment, he’s all gentleness.

“You need to eat. I’ll go hunting soon,” I say.

“Not too soon, all right?” he says. “You just let me take care of you for a while.”

Peeta feeds me bites of groosling and raisins and makes me drink plenty of water. He rubs some warmth back into my feet and wraps them in his jacket before tucking the sleeping bag back up around my chin.

Rain drips through several holes in the ceiling, but Peeta has built a sort of canopy over my head and upper body by wedging the square of plastic into the rocks above me.

“I think your wound is bleeding again. Come on, lie down, it’s bedtime anyway,” he says.

My socks are dry enough to wear now. I make Peeta put his jacket back on. The damp cold seems to cut right down to my bones, so he must be half frozen. I insist on taking the first watch, too, although neither of us think it’s likely anyone will come in this weather. But he won’t agree unless I’m in the bag, too, and I’m shivering so hard that it’s pointless to object. In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I’m struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.

I set a good dinner out, but halfway through Peeta begins to nod off. After days of inactivity, the hunt has taken its toll. I order him into the sleeping bag and set aside the rest of his food for when he wakes. He drops off immediately. I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I’m so grateful that he’s still here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought.

Although I’m shaking in the biting wind, I rip off my jacket, remove my shirt, and zip back into the jacket as swiftly as possible. That brief exposure sets my teeth chattering beyond control.

Peeta’s face is gray in the pale moonlight. I make him lie down before I probe his wound. Warm, slippery blood runs over my fingers. A bandage will not be enough. I’ve seen my mother tie a tourniquet a handful of times and try to replicate it. I cut free a sleeve from my shirt, wrap it twice around his leg just under his knee, and tie a half knot. I don’t have a stick, so I take my remaining arrow and insert it in the knot, twisting it as tightly as I dare. It’s risky business — Peeta may end up losing his leg — but when I weigh this against him losing his life, what alternative do I have? I bandage the wound in the rest of my shirt and lie down with him.

“Are you cold?” he asks. He unzips his jacket and I press against him as he fastens it around me. It’s a bit warmer, sharing our body heat inside my double layer of jackets, but the night is young. The temperature will continue to drop. Even now I can feel the Cornucopia, which burned so when I first climbed it, slowly turning to ice.

“Cato may win this thing yet,” I whisper to Peeta.

“Don’t you believe it,” he says, pulling up my hood, but he’s shaking harder than I am.

Somehow, we make it back to the lake. I scoop up a handful of the cold water for Peeta and bring a second to my lips.

The hovercraft materializes overhead and two ladders drop, only there’s no way I’m letting go of Peeta. I keep one arm around him as I help him up, and we each place a foot on the first rung of the ladder.

“It’s my fault,” I say. “Because I used that tourniquet.”

“Yes, it’s your fault I’m alive,” says Peeta.

“He’s right,” says Caesar. “He’d have bled to death for sure without it.”

I guess this is true, but I can’t help feeling upset about it to the extent that I’m afraid I might cry and then I remember everyone in the country is watching me so I just bury my face in Peeta’s shirt. It takes them a couple of minutes to coax me back out because it’s better in the shirt, where no one can see me, and when I do come out, Caesar backs off questioning me so I can recover.

#everlark #thg #hunger games #Peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #honestly they’re so cute both little caretakers #also love that Katniss is just constantly like let me feed you more medicine and food #and Peeta is concerned with wrapping her up and keeping her warm #hmmm wonder if that has any individual character significance for each other them #each of them I meant #sorry long post y’all #I tried to cut it down I did I just didn’t wanna miss anything which i doubtlessly did anyway #also this whole thing is making me wonder where is their toilet???? where are they peeing all this water they’re making each other drink????#bookcomb ♥️🔎

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