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mochegato · 3 years

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Even the Losers

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Bruce watched Lucius, or more specifically his hands, with a well concealed hostility. If you didn’t truly know Bruce or weren’t well versed at reading suppressed emotions, you could believe it was just another artificially polite expression. But Lucius had known Bruce since he was a child and Marinette hadn’t spent years fighting an emotional terrorist for nothing. “I haven’t seen you all night and now I find you coopting this beautiful young lady’s time,” Bruce observed, his mouth tight.

Marinette eyed him apprehensively, subconsciously taking a half step back. Her whole body stiffening. Lucius took note of the change and moved slightly between the two of them and laughed politely. He wasn’t sure what caused the change in demeanor but he still wanted to try to cultivate a business relationship with the young lady. When they got the fabrics working, they would need a designer and she was not only clearly the perfect candidate for the position, they had already been considering her before everything she’d said during their dance.

“Sorry, Mr. Wayne. I assure you I was not avoiding you in favor of a prettier face,” he chuckled. “Although I’ve been informed elusiveness seems to be a quality I exude unintentionally.” He winked at Marinette who smiled weakly at the attempt.

Bruce chuckled with him, tight and short exhales, his eyes never softening. “I wouldn’t blame you at all. She certainly is lovely.”

Marinette’s chest hollowed out, all the breath in her evaporating out of her chest as though it had never been there. “Kind of you to say,” she rasped out just barely looking up to meet his eyes.

“Just saying the truth,” he assured her with more sincerity. His eyes finally managed to soften as he looked at her, but immediately hardened again when he returned his gaze to Lucius. “I’m sorry if Lucius has been keeping you captive. I know he likes to talk and it can be hard to get him to stop, especially when he’s taken a particular interest in something… or someone.” His eyes sharpened on Lucius as he spoke. Lucius only raised his eyebrow in response, leaning back slightly as if to see Bruce a bit better.

Marinette immediately straightened back up, her eyes hardening. All evidence of uncertainty and unease shattering as she did. She had been the one to approach M. Fox. She had been the one to coopt his time. She had been the one manipulating the situation. And now M. Wayne was going to try to twist this on M. Fox, who had been nothing but gracious and kind. “I was just discussing innovation and the application process with M. Fox,” Marinette responded coldly before Lucius could. “He was polite enough to entertain my questions. He has been quite polite and charming and professional.”

“Were you thinking of working for WE?” Bruce asks perking up slightly.

“You couldn’t pay me enough,” Marinette scoffed out before she could stop herself. She immediately mentally face palmed. This wasn’t the time for this. Now was about Max, not her. The mission had been successful she wasn’t going to blow it now by letting M. Fox see her overreactions.

She let out a breath and looked back up with an overly wide smile. “As I mentioned to M. Fox, I’m not really interested in technology. I couldn’t imagine anything more boring than staring at numbers and code all day long,” she laughed in the way she’d seen Adrien laugh at events like this, an empty, meaningless laugh meant to indicate a lack of interest in the topic rather than actual entertainment, leaning toward Lucius as she said it, hoping to pull him into the conversation and rescue her from.

“It’s not my favorite part of the day either,” Lucius smiled graciously. “I imagine you would still be good at it,” he assured her, “but I can’t say I blame you. I would likely react the same if faced with bolts of fabric and thread.”

Marinette smiled politely, grateful to him for the reprieve. “Well that sounds interesting,” Bruce interjected. “Perhaps we can discuss what would interest you during a dance.” He motioned toward the dancefloor and held his hand out toward her.

Marinette glanced down at the hand, a weight settling in the pit of her stomach. If she gave in he’d have her for the duration of the song. One-on-one. No escape without creating a scene. Trapped by the same societal conventions she’d used against M. Fox. “Surely you must have more important guests to attend to,” she offered instead.

“I do not,” he assured her, sincerity radiating from his eyes.

Marinette opened her mouth to say yes, resigning herself to her fate when she felt a hand on her hip. “There you are M’lady. I lost you in the sea of people for a moment.” Adrien prompted her to turn slightly so he could look her in the eyes. “You okay?”

Her shoulders, she hadn’t even realized had worked their way up to almost touching her jaw, instantly relaxed. She gave him a relieved smile and squeezed his hand. “I’m good, Kitty. Thank you.”

“Is this your date?” Bruce inserted, eyeing him coldly, but held his hand out to him. “Bruce Wayne.”

Adrien gave him his practiced, social smile, perfect for galas with strangers and potentially hostile associates. “Nice to meet you, sir. This is a very nice gathering. Very kind of you to do this for the orphans,” his tone was bordering on openly hostile but keeping to the socially acceptable side of the border. Marinette choked at the statement. She hadn’t really thought about the intent of the gala since she’d made the plan. When she’d made it, the purpose hadn’t had any bearing. But now…

“Thank you. It is an important cause to my family and myself.” He missed the way Adrien squeezed Marinette tighter at his words. “You mentioned talking to Mr. Fox about innovation at Wayne Enterprises. Perhaps you would like a tour of the building. I can arrange one personally for you.”

Adrien pulled his lips into a tight, sickeningly artificial smile. “How very generous of you. Unfortunately, we won’t be in town that long. We are scheduled to leave town Tuesday.”

Bruce looked between the two, forcing his body to not stiffen at Adrien responding for Marinette. “Tell me about yourself, son,” Bruce smiled stiffly, noting that he had artfully left out his name, not that Bruce didn’t know it already, although the physical proximity to Marinette was unexpected.

It took almost all of Marinette’s experience as Ladybug to keep a poker face instead of letting her jaw drop in offense. “Why don’t you let these young people dance, Bruce,” Lucius interrupted, detecting Marinette’s increased discomfort. “After all, it’s cruel to make the young have to endure making conversation with the old guard like us.” He turned to Marinette and Adrien with a kind smile. “Make sure you don’t miss your opportunity to dance tonight.”

Marinette smiled at him gratefully. “Not at all, M. Fox. I found our conversation very fascinating. Thank you very much for sharing your time with me. It was much appreciated. But I will take you up on your advice.” She turned to Adrien and motioned to the dancefloor. “Shall we?”

“Always,” Adrien smiled. “Gentlemen.” He nodded to them and guided Marinette across the dancefloor, taking great care to escort her as far from them as he possibly could. He glanced around to make sure the men couldn’t see them and pulled Marinette into a comforting, all-encompassing hug. “How are you really?”

Marinette held him tightly and buried her head in his chest. “I’ll be okay. I just… Thank you for the save.” She laid her head on his chest as they swayed to the music. Her breath slowly shifted from shaky to more steady. She lost track of the number of songs that passed while she found her voice again. When she could breathe normally again, she stood straight and smiled at Adrien. “It worked.”

“It worked?” Adrien asked excitedly.

Marinette nodded and had to stop herself from doing an entirely inappropriate victory dance. “He wants to meet Max on Monday. Well, me too,” she cringed slightly, not looking forward to being involved beyond what she had done already. “But! But, he was floored by Max’s invention. Like completely floored! And knows about Rabler now. He did not look happy at all about the news.” Her grin widened as she remembered the encounter. “I think Max is really going to be taken care of. It went so well!” she squealed.

Adrien grinned back and hugged her. “We have to let Max know.”

Marinette nodded. “He’ll call us when he’s done. We just need to stay up until then.”

Adrien nodded. “Coffee it is then. Do you want to leave now or look around?” Marinette looked around quickly. By the time she looked back at Adrien, her eyes had lost their light. She looked exhausted suddenly, drained by the experience. Adrien gave her an understanding smile and squeeze. The mission was over. She didn’t need to be in mission mode anymore, or at least not high alert. She just had the meeting on Monday and she was done. Now she could stop blocking any potentially interfering emotions and actually let herself feel again. “Let’s get out of here and find a coffee shop then. We can take it back to the hotel and watch bad movies until Max calls.”

Marinette gave him a weak smile. “Maybe popcorn and candy and drinks instead,” she offered. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Sooooo many drinks and ice cream.”

Adrien laughed and slung his arm over her shoulder to help guide her and comfort her at the same time. They wound through the crowd making their way to the exit and freedom, where Marinette could finally breathe freely. They had almost made it to the doors when they heard someone call Adrien’s name. Adrien looked around and cursed under his breath. “Hey again.”

“Leaving so soon?” Tim asked. He looked between the two with a concerned expression. It was awfully early in the night to leave already.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s a nice event but I think we’re ready to go home, take off the stuffy clothes, and drink,” he gave him a charming, conspiratorial smile. Nobody their age wanted to be here and they all knew it.

“Oh that sounds like a brilliant plan,” the blonde woman next to Tim grinned. “I wish we could do that. But we have to at least wait until the announcement. And we can’t drink. But it would help handle events like this.” She gave them a wide smile and held out her hand. “I’m Stephanie. Nice to meet you.”

Adrien smiled politely back. “Adrien. Hi.”

Marinette smiled civilly. “Marinette. Nice to meet you.”

Stephanie’s smile widened. “Oh Timmy, make sure to keep this one away from Bruce. Black hair, blue eyes, looks beautiful but haunted. He’ll adopt her in an instant.”

Tim laughed and rolled his eyes, drawing Stephanie’s attention to him, both of them missing the way Marinette and Adrien balked and Marinette’s entire body went rigid again. “Bruce’s breaking that habit with today’s announcement.”

Adrien paled slightly. This could go nowhere good, but it was like watching an akuma hit someone when you’re too far away to help. It was going to happen no matter what. The damage would be inestimable and all he could do was watch as it got worse and worse. “Oh?”

“Yeah, our new brother… or rather their new brother, I’m not officially adopted, just unofficially the favorite child,” Steph winked at them. Tim huffed playfully but didn’t contradict her. It was easier to just let it go. “Anyway, the new Wayne doesn’t have blue eyes. Does have black hair, is beautiful and looks haunted, so maybe it’s just the blue eyes that don’t matter so much anymore.”

“N…new brother?” Adrien stuttered, struggling to keep his voice even and polite. The normal reaction to such news would be interest and happiness. Well, they certainly had his interest. The happiness part though… He pulled Marinette tighter as he sent her a furtive look. She was doing an admirable job of masking her response but he knew her. He knew the signs. He knew her lips were a bit tighter than usual. He knew her jaw was clenched harder than was normal. He knew her breathing was harder than average. He knew he shouldn’t be able to feel her pulse from here.

“Yeah!” Stephanie enthused. “Duke.”

“We were supposed to wait for the announcement,” Tim chastised with no real heat behind his words. “But yes. That’s what this gala is really for. To officially announce the adoption of Duke Thomas. So, yet another ‘poor orphan’ joins the rest of us,” he joked. “I swear Bruce just can’t help himself. He sees a kid and instantly feels the need to protect and help.”

“So thoughtful,” Marinette rasped out, pretending like her entire chest wasn’t breaking apart and disintegrating in front of them. “You must all be so excited.”

Tim looked at her for a moment but before he could analyze her tone or body language, they heard someone tapping on a microphone. “That’s our cue,” Stephanie squealed. “Looks like you might make it for the announcement after all. It was nice to meet you if I don’t see you after.” Tim and Stephanie waved before making their way to the stage.

Once the two were gone, Marinette’s eyes bulged as Tim’s words reverberated in her head. This whole thing was to introduce a new child, another new child he took in, another addition to his family, another child he wanted and brought into his life instead of throwing them out. Her eyes darted among the family members as they all made their way up onto the stage. All standing behind the new member, smiling at him, hugging him, eyes shining in acceptance for him. One big happy family, not wanting for anything… or anyone.

Marinette didn’t realize she had stopped breathing until her body forced a deep gasping breath, knocking her out of her stupor. She tore her eyes away so violently, she stumbled back, or maybe it was just that her resilience had disappeared with the words. They should not be here. They… she should never have come. This was a stupid, terrible plan. She had no right to intrude. She had no right to be here… for this.

Her heart raced out of control. Her whole body started shaking. She couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t she breathe now? But suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the room. Why wasn’t there air? There had been air before, hadn’t there been? She remembers being able to breathe earlier. She thinks. Maybe she made that up. Maybe she hadn’t been able to breathe since she stepped in the room.

She stumbled again and reached out for support, never doubting it would be there for her. Adrien responded instantly, bringing her into his chest and quickly guiding her out of the gala. He whispered comforting and reassuring words as they moved, throwing empty smiles at anyone who bothered looking their way, as though helping his drunk date home, nothing scandalous or even unusual, nothing to look twice at.

They missed the eyes searching the crowd for them and the quickly covered up frown at finding them missing.

Chapter 3

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channiebbang · 3 years

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karma

synopsis: seungmin can't overcome the guilt that deceiving y/n has brought, realizing his true feelings for the girl he wronged. or alternatively, where y/n stands for self love and rejects seungmin. (part 2 of bet)

characters: Seungmin, Han, Felix and Main Character

pairing: regretful!seungmin x maincharacter

genre: angst

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

requested: yes

author’s note: a few of you requested a part two of the seungmin fic 'bet' so here it is hehe i really like how this turned out to be. i know you wanted me to make y/m this badass bitch and as much as i wanted to write her like that that's not really how she is for this fic. however, i hope you like how she still stays put on her new boundaries and her need to make the better decision for her own good instead of running on possibilities. ANYWAYS! i hope you enjoy this, let me know how you like it and if you like it 🥺💛

"did you order, yet?"

seungmin's eyes left the menu board above and set on felix beside him.

"oh, you're here? not yet," he responded looking back at the board, "what do you want?" he asked. felix hummed before quickly deciding as they stepped up to the cashier.

"hello, are you ready to order?" the guy asked. the two friends ordered before stepping to the side to wait for it to be ready.

"have you looked around the campus yet?" felix asked as he leaned back to the counter top, seungmin shook his head.

"not yet, but i walked by a few nice places to eat. i might show chan later," he snorted, felix nodded a small smile pulling at his lips. a comfortable silence fell on the two before felix cleared his throat, thinking if he should bring it up or not. fuck it, he thought.

"have you heard about y/n?" he asked cautiously. seungmin's head snapped towards the black haired boy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"what about her?" his voice came out small, throat drying up as felix looked away in thought again, before turning back to him.

"you do know she's here too, right?"

seungmin nodded, waiting for felix to continue. he wanted to believe he didn't care anymore that she was going to be closer to him, he wanted to believe he was over her, that he was over the wrongs he did. that's what chan talked to him about when him and the boys chose the university. the oldest wanted to be sure seungmin was fine before anything.

"i know, it's going to be okay," he muttered just as their order was called, promptly making felix close his mouth just as he was about to call out the other on his bullshit.

there came some advantages in living with your bestfriends but with those advantages came disadvantages too, and for seungmin it was the process of having to realize the grave mistake he did when he hurt y/n. because as he came to the realization that he was utterly and completely neck deep into his feelings, his friends saw him come to the conclusion too. they had to watch him close himself in self hate and regret, had to see the countless nights he would stay up drowning in school work and assignments that weren't due until the next month, or the nights he would stay up staring at the tv screen in the living room as he took his mind off of his thoughts.

they had never spoken about it but they and seungmin had come to terms with the truth, until one day chan had had enough and sat everyone down and spoken about the elephant in the room.

that was how seungmin broke down and told them about his regrets and how much he missed y/n and how much he wished he didn't play with her, because in the process of playing with her he played with himself and lost who cared about him dearly when he couldn't care about himself.

kim seungmin had fucked himself over with his own hands and he didn't know how he could make it better.

"this looks good for now," y/n stepped back, her back against the door, as she rested her hands on her hips.

"good? this looks more than good enough! thank you so much for the help!" her roommate exclaimed from beside her. y/n chuckled as she nodded to the girl.

"thank god i have you as my roomie and not someone hard to communicate with," y/n bumped her shoulder with the girls as she smiled big.

"for real, i was so scared," eunsoo held her hand against her chest as she spoke. y/n nodded her head when the sudden sound of knocking made the two turn her their heads to the closed door.

"oh, that must be my boyfriend," eunsoo muttered in thought before turning to the girl beside her, "do you mind if he comes over? i didn't even ask for your permission," her voice laced with apology and y/n shook her head before taking her newly dark brown dyed hair out of the messy ponytail.

"not at all, i'm super chill about it," she chuckled as she moved towards her own bedroom and grabbed her water bottle on the way out. eunsoo thanked her before she walked out of room to open the door.

"hi" her voice chirped as she threw her arms around the boy and y/n smiled softly as she heard them talk outside.

"hey," eunsoo spoke from the doorstep, y/n hummed as she looked over.

"come meet him?" the girl asked and y/n smiled as she nodded.

"i hope i don't scare him away from you, i kinda look like shit," y/n giggled as she walked with eunsoo, the latter assuring her she looked just fine.

the boy stood with his back towards the two, his head down as he typed on his phone, bleached hair covered by a hat put on backwards, when he heard someone call his name.

"sung," eunsoo, pulled at the bottom of his tee and he turned around, putting his phone away, his lips pulling on a smile right away.

"jisung?"

his eyes snapped up towards the girl beside his girlfriend at the new voice. only it wasn't all that new. his eyes widened in suprise.

"y/n?" he muttered, mouth agape as y/n's lips slowly pulled into a wide smile. it took a moment to process but soon his lips lifted in a smile too. eunsoo looked between the two with big eyes.

y/n took a few large steps before throwing her arms around the boy, squeezing the life out of him, jisung doing just the same as he laughed out.

"i can't believe this!" he chuckled as y/n pulled away, only to carefully looking him over, "i knew you were here, but what were the odds?" he shook her by the shoulders as she nodded, eyes shining.

"uhh you guys know each other?" eunsoo asked in a small voice, surprised her very introverted boyfriend was being this friendly with someone. the two turned to the girl.

"are you kidding? this is the y/n," it was jisung who spoke, his eyes trained back on the girl as y/n looked at eunsoo. the latter's eyes widened.

"y/n? you mean y/n y/n?" she asked and jisung nodded.

"i'm assuming that's me," y/n chuckled as she looked back up at jisung, her eyes flickering to his hat before she leaned back to take a look of the front.

"you still have that?" she asked as she nodded to the hat and jisung took it off before putting it on the right way, smile big on his lips.

"off course i have it," he grinned and eunsoo rolled her eyes.

"he washes it every month diligently, it's surprising how much he cares about a hat but i understand now," she giggled as jisung pulled her to his side and ruffled her hair before throwing his arm around her. y/n smiled fondly.

"how are the guys? is innie doing good?" y/n asked and jisung nodded.

"everyone's okay, jeongin is coming here next semester, he's graduating early," he smiled, remembering y/n's attachment to their youngest friend.

"who else is studying her?" she asked overwhelmed by the reunion. after all these were the only people she could call her own, even if for a short while and even after what happened.

"everyone; me, hyunjin, changbin, minho, channie, lix, seung..." jisung's eyes snapped to y/n's quickly before she nodded, smile never faltering, "seungmin too," he cleared his throat. eunsoo poked his side softly as a warning. even after knowing her for a short while, she too already felt an attachment to y/n. the feeling of shielding her from bad memories had her feeling defensive to the girl. y/n's eyes picked up their behavior and she smiled gratefully.

"it's okay ji, i'm over it," she assured the boy and he looked her in the eye, to make sure she was telling the truth and she nodded, already knowing. jisung smiled.

"i'm glad you're doing fine, y/n," he spoke softly and eunsoo, feeling the serious turn of the conversation, excused herself saying she would bring something to eat for the two and slipping into the small kitchen area. y/n nodded at the couch as the two sat down facing each other.

"really, we're all glad you're doing okay," jisung smiled at her and she nodded.

"it wasn't easy," she started, "but i'm okay now, i accepted what happened and moved on, i'm doing better," she told honestly and jisung nodded. he contemplated if he should say it, if he should tell her about seungmin and he decided his friend needed the closure, and a little push never hurt.

"seungmin...he," jisung started slowly, carefully approaching the topic, eyes trained to her face to catch any sign of discomfort, any sign he should stop speaking about him, before continuing, "he regrets it," he concluded and y/n nodded.

"he regrets it a lot y/n," jisung took a deep breath as he played with his fingers, "doing what he did, did more damage to him than he could understand," he confessed and suddenly he felt too stuffy, just remembering what his friend had to go through for his own mistakes. he took a deep breath, "he lost himself for a while before chan had to slap him out of it. quite literally," he chuckled and y/n smiled.

her heart hurt at the new information, she wished seungmin had better days than she had, she wished it was worth it, what he did to her. she didn't wish for him to go through what she went and she certainly didn't wish for him to regret what he did. she wished he didn't break down. and she wished she could careless but she knew she wanted him to go on. after all she loved him at one point.

loved. she had loved him, yes, but not anymore. she moved on. her heart didn't belong to him anymore and her heart didn't hurt because of him anymore either. she could only wish the best to him.

it was on the last day of orientation week, when the campfire in the soccer field was held, that minho brought y/n up.

"so who was gonna tell me y/n was here too?" he asked, sass in his voice, as they all were around one of the many fires around the field.

that brought everyone's attention on the guy, changbin throwing him a really? look.

"what? i had to know that only because i saw eunsoo walking around campus with her and they were gone before i could say hi," he pouted, looking away. chan sighed, seungmin clearing his throat out of discomfort. jisung looked away.

"sung, did you see her?" hyunjin asked and jisung cursed under his breath before nodding subtly, his eyes not meeting seungmin's.

"you did?" seungmin asked, surprise in his voice as his eyes widened and jisung sighed.

"yeah," he met seungmin's eyes, "eunsoo and her are roommates," he muttered as he looked down at the cup he was holding.

"roommates," seungmin repeated and before he could say anything a voice interrupted them.

"hi guys!" eunsoo's chirpy voice greeted the circle as she stepped up to it. she waved at everyone as she pressed a kiss to jisung's cheek. their eyes shifted to the person behind her as she threw an awkward smile.

"hey," y/n waved unsurely. the boys gaped for a few seconds before everyone reacted all at the same time. gasps and sounds of surprise going around as they all greeted the girl and asked how she was. everyone but seungmin.

seungmin sat there, mouth hanging open, as he stared at the girl he deceived and he felt a strange feeling go through his body. she looked absolutely stunning as she smile at everyone, as she greeted everyone with the same enthusiasm he remembered her having.

he returned back in the moment when her eyes met his. she had greeted everyone but seungmin, and her lips pulled in a tight lipped smile. she told herself to calm down, she reminded herself that she had forgiven him a long time ago. be the bigger person, y/n, she told herself.

"hello, seungmin," she nodded his way and he sent a smile back, a subtle one.

"hey," he muttered before reluctantly looking away.

y/n sat between eunsoo and changbin as they made casual conversation. sweets in front of each one of them as they made sure there were no awkward silences.

y/n kept herself busy in the ongoing topic, making sure she didn't stray her eyes on seungmin for too long, unless he was talking or being talked to, in which case she would look away with the excuse of eating another spoon of her chocolate mousse.

no matter how much she had forgiven, she hadn't forgotten what he did to her, and as much as she wanted to just throw it out if the window and go back to before, she couldn't. she had come a long way to fall back now.

the days she had spent locked up in her apartment in self pity and anger. anger at how gullible and naive she had been. how she ignore what everyone said when it was right in front of her. she told herself that no matter how much she loved the boys she couldn't get too involved with them anymore, not again. not if she cared about her own self. she couldn't throw water on all her efforts just like that.

"alright guys, me and minho gotta leave," chan sat up in his chair, looking at his phone before smiling around the table. there were a couple of protests before the older chuckled. chan faces y/n as he stood up, stretching his arms and legs.

"it was nice seeing you again, y/n," he smiled warmly, and y/n nodded, "i'll see you around campus," he ruffled her hair before he left with minho.

"well, i'll be going too," y/n announced timidly, getting her bag from the back of the chair. eunsoo turned to her, brows furrowed.

"oh? already?" she asked and y/n smiled nodding.

"i have some stuff to sort out at the main building," she stood up and eunsoo nodded bidding a small goodbye and telling her she'll meet her back at the dorm. y/n waved at the people at the table.

"let's meet again sometime," hyunjin smiled brightly at her and y/n chuckled, nodding.

"bye, guys," she stepped away from the table as a bunch of byes were heard.

she was just outside the doors when she heard her name being called and her hand that was holding her phone, tightened around it. she took a deep breath before turning around and looking up to the one person she managed to interact the least the whole afternoon.

seungmin stopped a few feet away from her, eyes trained on her and y/n didn't want to remember but the setting looked a little too similar to the night it all fell apart. she took a deep breath as she painted on a smile.

"yes?" she waited for him to say anything.

"i.." he stammered, suddenly not knowing why he had followed her out. he knew he wanted, no, needed to apologize but he didn't know what he was hoping would happen. redemption? reconciliation? forgiveness? his words died down on his throat as she stood waiting. when he hadn't gone on after a few minutes she glanced down at her phone again.

"is it important? my uber is gonna be here in a bi-," she looked back up at him.

"i'm sorry," he blurted out all of a sudden shutting up y/n. she stared at him, not knowing what to say. seungmin took this as his que to continue.

"for what i did, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have lied to you. i know i'm late b-but i needed to let you know," he took a deep breath before continuing, "i tried calling your old number but it didn't reach, and then i found out you had changed it and i couldn't contact you anywhere, but that's beside the point. the point is, i'm so sorry for what i did. you didn't deserve any of that. you were always so caring to me, you were always there whenever i looked over, you never wanted anything bad for me, i-i," he choked up before clearing his throat, "i fucked up so bad and for what?" he chuckled bitterly and y/n went to reach out out of reflex but she held herself back, told herself no.

"seungmin," she softly called his name and his eyes met hers, slightly damn, like that one time she had seen him overworked with homework to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and her chest tightened, but she took a labored breath it, "i forgave you a long time ago," she smiled and seungmin's brows furrowed as he went to protest before she continues, "really, i forgive you," she assured.

"still," seungmin smiled, a little more relaxed as he felt a heavy burden being lifted from his shoulders, "we can get something to eat sometime, if you want, my treat."

seungmin hoped she would agree, he really wanted to make things right and if he's lucky; get back the girl he still was head over heels for. and as he waited for her reply, a storm took up place in her mind.

y/n never wanted to admit it but he did more damage than she wanted to admit to. at his words a cold chill ran down her spine. thoughts about history repeating itself ran through her mind, not that she wanted to get romantically involved with him again. but just the thought of it being a possibility had her breathing to falter.

see, after what happened that night, no matter how much she wanted to believe she was over it, a persistent voice in the back of her head kept muttering it's going to happen again, they're all making fun of you behind your back, you're a joke, they're faking it all again, it's another game, it's a bet again as much as she wanted to block those words out. and maybe to some extent she believe that too, but how could she not. so she took a deep breath.

"i don't think that's a good idea, seungmin," she muttered as she looked down at her shoes, before looking back up to him, "after all that happened i can't go back to that, i'm sorry," she whispered a sad smile painted on her lips and seungmin nodded, eyes burning again.

"even if it was just as friends, it would be better if we just met with everyone," y/n looked away, seungmin doing the same. he gulped down the bitter taste in his mouth and told himself he had this coming. of course she wouldn't trust me, he thought.

just then, as if sent from above, y/n's uber stopped at the side of the road and she checked the number plate before turning back to seungmin, lips pulling in a small smile.

"i'll see you around, seung," she spoke softly and seungmin felt his heart shatter as she called him by the nickname she used to call him and the widened eyes told him she had done it naturally, out of habit, and he smiled, nodding. knowing that she didn't hold any bad feelings and resentment for him.

and as she got up in the car and went away, he called himself the nastiest names as the first few tears fell, throat closing in and chest tightening, before he wiped them away.

he chuckled unironically.

"funny how you're the one left to cry now, huh, seung?"

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Patreon Masterlist

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Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras

* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates

He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. “Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.

^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors

Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.

“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.

Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1) - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1) (2) - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay. Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter. Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body. The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms. He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut. Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied. That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N. She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling. If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut. But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority. “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

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pretty boy ⇾ jjk. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ shy!jungkook x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ f2secretlovers, smut, fluff

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ he’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 4k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ trying to stay quiet sex, bathroom sex, playful sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), switch!jungkook, slight degradation kink, vibrator play, oral (m. receiving), cock slapping, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, boxer sniffing, also jungkook has a brow piercing (idk it just felt right)

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ ain’t he a pretty boy? this is extremely unedited. please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. here’s some more kookie kontent for you. i’m just here to feed both of our addictions. if you have any requests, please send them my way. enjoy!

A blush tinted the tips of Jungkook’s ears as he tried his best to stay focused on the conversation before him. He could feel you staring to his right. You’d been keeping your eyes trained on him for a while now, clearly not complying with the rules you had set together.

Rule number five: no staring. It always turned into eye-fucking the moment your gazes collided. And from there, it was hard not to be obvious, his bulge denting his pants and your thighs pressing together all too excitedly. In your defence, you did try not to stare. You even somehow sparked up a conversation with Yoongi about why cereal disgusted him, doing your best to get lost in the absurd topic.

But, he was just so pretty. His long wavy hair parted in the middle to expose his forehead. You never really thought the sight of a fucking forehead could be your undoing, yet there you were, biting your lip at the sight. The parting also exposed the new little silver piercing over the arch of his brow he had gotten a few weeks ago. Paired with his doe-like eyes, the image was dangerous.

He ran a tattooed hand through his hair before curling it behind his ear. It took every ounce of you to not walk up to him and shower his face with kisses, sucking on his lips, maybe even licking at that new piercing again. Images from two nights ago flooded back to you, intoxicating you with want. Two nights is too long away from him and his touch. But, being the competitive guy he was, Jungkook was hell-bent on not letting Jin be right.

“I bet you’d get together before Namjoon gets his license,” Jin had laughed, nudging Namjoon who always happened to be caught in the cross-fire.

Jungkook, having already asked you out the night before, had fallen silent. He spared you a glance before shyly muttering, “try me.”

Jin raised a brow, looping his arm around Namjoon’s neck. “When you’re getting your license, Joon?” he had asked. When Namjoon refused to answer, adamant on saying out of this (as you were), Jin continued, “right after Jungkook asks out (Y/N), right?”

A sudden jolt of low vibrations pulsed in your pussy and pulled you right out of your thoughts. You jumped a bit in surprise, Yoongi staring at his hands as he spoke, unfazed by your discomfort. Your panicked eyes shot back to Jungkook, who had a smug smile playing on his lips. His hand was in his pocket, fingers subtly moving beneath the dark jean fabric.

The vibrations intensified slightly, making you shudder in your seat. You sat back and bit your lip to keep from moaning his name. You knew he was going to be playing with you today. He had texted you that morning asking you to insert that baby red vibrator he got you in your pussy before coming over. You were buzzing with excitement the whole day. You sat alone most of the time and waited for the playing to start, your pussy clenching around the toy in need of some friction. And he chose now, when you were in the middle of a conversation with one of his best friends, to set it off.

“And that’s why I stopped eating cereal,” Yoongi finished.

You blinked repeatedly, tearing your needy gaze away from a proud looking Jungkook and onto Yoongi. “Hmm?” you hummed, voice catching back moans. “Oh, yeah, me too.” You hoped that was a good enough reply to whatever the hell he was going on about.

Yoongi furrowed his brows, muttering, “Hoseok spat soju in your bowl too?” You were about to reassure him that wasn’t the case, hoping to come up with some passabe lie in a steady voice but Yoongi was already getting up from his place on the couch, shouting at Hoseok.

“Yah, Hoseok! The fuck did we say about the soju, man?”

Jimin and Taehyung began stifling their laughter, raising their comics up to hide their smiles. In fact, everyone seemed to be trying to contain their amusement. Namjoon and Jin turned away from Jungkook, staring between Yoongi and Hoseok, who was previously enjoying a bowl of cereal himself. All attention was on them, except for Jungkook’s. He met your gaze before his eyes began trailing up and down your curves.

You were wearing one of his shirts, tightening it just above your waist to fit it to your frame while your tight high-waisted jeans clothed the rest of you. He bit his lip and raised that pierced brow then silently slipped away from Jin and Namjoon. You waited a moment, rolling your hips out of habit from the pleasure the vibrator offered, then followed him. Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s argument got louder, Jin having himself a laugh and Namjoon trying to decide when exactly to cut in as you trembled your way down the hall.

You peeked into Jungkook’s room, noticing it was dark before looking down the hall to find him leaning his back against the doorframe of the bathroom. He looked back at you, a shy smile playing on his lips. He had his phone out of his pocket now, visibly swiping his thumb up and down the screen. Rule number three: always opt for a room with a lock. The risk was thrilling but winning was better, Jungkook had told you.

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you made sure no one had followed and hurried over to him. He slipped his phone back into his pockets, the vibrator still buzzing within, and placed his hands on your hips. Yours found their usual place on his shoulders. He pressed your bodies together only to turn you around and back you into the washroom. You smiled up at him, waiting for the door to shut and lock before letting your moans tumble out of your mouth.

Jungkook chuckled to himself at your needy state, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. He then kissed you to muffle the sound of your moans. His lips always tasted vaguely of vanilla and raspberries. You grew familiar with the taste of them very quickly, craving raspberries whenever you were missing him.

He let his hands fall to your ass to roughly grip your cheeks and pressed your crotch against his hardening length. “You were staring,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back for a quick breath before his lips were on yours again.

You circled your hips against him, too consumed by the buzz of the vibrator to care about what you did or didn’t do. The shouts from the living room got louder and Jungkook took advantage of it, smacking his hand down on your ass, groping at the round flesh again.

You gasped into his lips, cupping his face and pulling back only enough to meet his gaze. He looked down at you, imitating your pouty lips and wide eyes. You knew he was teasing you but it only made him look even prettier. You pecked the freckle under his lip as a means of an apology for breaking one of the rules.

Jungkook melted against you, immediately forgiving your action. You knew acting cute and innocent always got you what you wanted with him. It was the whole reason he agreed to buy you a vibrator to begin with. He was too shy and nervous to enter the sex shop alone, holding your small hand with both of his large ones as you scoured between the aisles. He wore his black bucket hat low and a matching face mask to hide his reddening cheeks. All it took was one little innocent look from you for him to buy what he really wanted as he grabbed the box of the baby red vibrator.

His hands circled to your front, ready to unbutton and undress you, but you held his wrist. Confusion washed over his pretty features at the unusual contact. You shuddered a bit from the pleasure against your walls, earning a smirk from him, then lowered yourself onto your knees.

He blushed deeply, brows shooting up at you in surprise.This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten on your knees for him, nor will it be the last. Jungkook was always just so taken aback by your unwavering willingness to please him. After weeks, he still hadn't understood that you’d do anything for a pretty boy and his big pretty cock.

You unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly pulled them down as a chorus of shouts from the living room bled into the bathroom. He was already panting heavily, gazing down at you while you nudged his hard cock, still confined in his boxer briefs, with your nose. You inhaled his scent, whimpering softly at how the mere smell of him further dampened your panties.

Spreading your legs to have that vibrator range and buzz freely in your pussy, you pulled his boxer briefs down to join his jeans around his ankles. His cock sprang out and slapped over your face. Jungkook hissed at the sight. “Sorry,” he rasped, breathless and helpless to your touch.

So cute; so pretty, your thought before giggling to yourself at his reaction. You licked a strip up the side of his cock, causing some precum to smear across your cheek. He rested his head back against the door, looking down at you with hooded lids. You maintained eye contact, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, which was so huge your fingers couldn’t even meet, and smacked his cock repeatedly against your cheek.

His doe-like eyes widened at your actions and he inhaled a sharp breath through his nose. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he whispered like it was his first time realizing this.

You stuck your tongue out and relocated the cock slapping over it, filling the bathroom with the slick smacks of his cock meeting your wet tongue and his uneven breaths. You then wrapped your mouth over the tip, sucking harshly for every drop of salty pre-cum he would give you. Pouting your lips against the slit of his tip, you muttered, “only for pretty boys.”

He blushed, biting his lip at your words. A shy chuckle still escaped him however, and he gazed down at you with a gleam of pride in his eyes. You smiled against his tip then licked at his slit making his legs tremble like your pussy was. You decided that sight was enough to stop teasing and let your real work begin. Your mouth engulfed his cock without further warning, and you sucked, swirling your tongue around it. One of your hands pumped whatever you hadn’t shoved in your mouth yet while your other hand cupped his balls.

His eyes shut tightly, nose scrunching up so cutely at your sudden change of pace. He ran a hand through his hair and let out throaty crosses of groans and whimpers. You continued to work your hand up and down his shaft, bobbing your head to take more and more of his cock. You hollowed out your cheeks to suck harsher and he buckled his hips into your mouth, your hand slamming into your pouty lips. He seemed eager to fuck your mouth so you dropped your hands to his thighs, digging your nails into them to steady yourself. Jungkook gripped your head with both hands and forced you to take him deeper. Your gag reflex began to kick in. The pornographic sounds sent vibrations over his cock.

The vibrator lost in you suddenly jolted into a speed you never experienced before. The violent buzzing was now heard in the bathroom between your gags and Jungkook’s moans. You cunt withered against the harsh stimulation and you never felt your orgasm build up and release that fast.

Jungkook noticed your sudden stiffening frame and pulled up cock out of your mouth. Your jaw still hung open as you so desperately tried to remain silent while your orgasm shot through you. You gripped onto his thighs tighter and he didn’t do anything to stop you, petting your head and whispering a variety of dirty encouragements.

“That’s a good slut. Cum for me, baby,” he ordered in a soft voice. He held his cock and used his tip to tilt your chin up to face him. You began to scream, eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure that washed over you, but he quickly shoved his cock into your mouth to silence you. “Shit, shut up!” He hissed, as you quaked in your place on the floor.

Your jeans darken around your crotch, drenched with your orgasm. You pulled your mouth away from his cock as tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation. “Please,” you whimpered. “C-can’t…” you trailed off, swallowing back a loud moan. You couldn’t find the words to tell him you couldn’t take another second of the vibrations.

Jungkook smirked down at you, storking himself gently. “My phone’s beside you, babe,” he mumbled, watching you snap your head down to search for it.

Your eyes fell on it immediately. It was lying awkwardly against the floor and the baseboards as it must’ve fallen from his pocket in the midst of his rough assault on your throat. You fumbled with the passcode then turned the vibrator off. A little sigh of relief escaped you as your cum further spoiled your jeans, darkening the fabric between your inner thighs now too.

“Did I say to turn it off?” Jungkook questioned, slapping his cock against your cheek.

You whined, looking up at him with a pout. He shook his head as he guided his tip over your pouty lips like a tube of lipstick. “Place it on the lowest setting, baby, and get back on your feet for me,” he ordered.

You bitterly complied, turning the vibrator on and showing it to him to prove you did what you were told since he couldn’t hear it’s buzzing anymore.

When you got back on your feet, Jungkook released his cock and unbuttoned your jeans. “How are you going to cover that up?” He smugly asked, raising that pierced brow up at you.

You didn’t answer him, biting your lips to suppress your tiny whimpers from the vibrator. He pushed your pants and panties down, watching as a sting of your arousal connected your pussy to the ruined fabric. He bent down and used his tongue to casually break the string like it was something he always did, then waited for you to step out of them so he could kick them off to the side. With your legs slightly spread, he could see the tail of the baby red vibrator sticking out of your cunt, trembling with the vibrations.

He shyly smiled at you, a faint pink blush creeping up his neck. His duality never failed to amaze you. One second he’s ordering you around, slapping his cock against your face and the next he’s bashfully blushing and unable to fully stare at your pussy without a shy smile upon his lips.

You turned around, leaning your hands against the counter and staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked completely confused, catching your gaze and quirking a brow up at you. You arched your back to raise your round ass up for him, and he smacked it out of habit, looking back at you to see if that was okay.

You giggled a moan as he rubbed the sting away. He had a little smile on his lips too as cute chuckles escaped him. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Hmm, baby?”

“I actually wanted your cock in me, but that was fine too,” you smiled at his reflection.

He blushed at his mistake, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled a bit and pressed your ass back against his cock. His head snapped up at your reflection once more, a curious look in his eyes. He stood up straight again, maintaining eye contact with your reflection as he combed your hair back and away from your face and neck. He grunted a bit as he ran his cock up and down between your folds. “Such a wet little cunt,” he whispered to himself, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You whined, pushing your ass back against his hips once more. “Kookie,” you whimpered, tired of all the teasing. You wanted so badly to feel the stretch of his cock in you while that vibrator was still going.

Jungkook stepped back instead, making your huff in frustration. “Can you take off your shirt, baby?” he asked in a gentle whisper while he pulled his own off. “I- I just wanna see all of you.”

You couldn’t really deny him that pleasure, especially when he was gracing your sight with the image of his chest. So, you took off your shirt.

“Why don’t I get a toy?” He questioned playfully as he helped you with your bra before tossing both your shirt and bra to the side.

You smiled at him through the mirror, pulling his hands on your waist again. “I’m your toy,” you whispered.

His face flushed red as he tongued his cheek. His hand fell back to his cock once more and he aligned himself with your entrance. “You have a dirty mouth,” he grunted as he pushed into you. His lips pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear before he purred, “my favourite kind of toy.”

You quivered against his hold, leaning your head back upon his shoulder as he stretched out your cunt. His cock was so big, filling you up so well, he stunted the vibrations of the toy in you.

His brows furrowed in confusion for a second. “Shit, did I break it?”

It buzzed back to life in a second or two and relief watched over his face. You knew he was only concerned because he didn’t have the courage to walk back into the sex shop and by another… not without you anyways.

His thrusts began slow and impactful, balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounced with his thrust and you noticed he had a hard time splitting his attention between your pleasured face and your bouncing tits. He wanted to reach up and grab them, groping and squeezing that soft flesh, but at this point he knew his hold around your waist was the only thing keeping you up. It was when he jabbed your g-spot with a newfound rigorous force, that all other thrusts needed to match it.

A cry tore out of your throat and he smacked his hand over your mouth, eyes flashing a dark warning at you through the mirror. “Keep quiet, toy,” he hushed through gritted teeth.

Tears pooled in your eyes as your orgasm neared. He hadn’t noticed, burying his face in the crook of your neck to shower your skin with kisses and hickies he’d soothe with little licks. Your cunt clenched like a vice tightly around his cock, gripping it as your eyes made their way to the back of your head. Tears ran freely down your face. You had barely felt the knots in your lower abdomen collect, twisting and taunting you with the possibility of a release. Then the cool ball of his brow piercing brushed against your jawline and you came undone, shuddering in his hold as you rode out your high.

Your body spasmed against his, ears ringing and eyes lost between a weird medium of being neither shut or open. You were thankful for his hand over your mouth, your uncontrollable squeals and screeches effectively muffled. Jungkook stared into your eyes, nonetheless, ramming into you with a little smile. You felt his cock twitch, flicking your g-spot. Your eyes shot open and you caught his needy gaze. You gave him that innocent look he adored so much and he pushed himself deep inside you. His face scrunched up, brows furrowed, lips curled in a scowl and eyes in an intense squint as he released his thick, warm cum in you. You sighed happily against his palm, your tears staining his fingers.

You rested for a moment like that, his cock still deep in you, softening, as you continued to stare at each other’s reflections. He kept his hand on your mouth until he pulled his cock and the vibrator out of you. He didn’t glance down at his creamed cock like he always did. Instead, he kissed your shoulder and cheeks, muttering how good you took his huge cock.

“What a good little toy. You always take my cock so well, babygirl. Later, I'm gonna come over and I wanna hear you screaming my name, okay? Do you think you’re able to do that for me, little toy?”” he mumbled. When you nodded eagerly, turning your head to face him, he smiled and whispered, “good. Now, open your mouth, baby.”

You parted your lips, accepting the still vibrating toy in your mouth. “Mmm,” you hummed at the taste of your mixed cum. He smiled at you, flashing those bunny-like teeth.

“Jungkook?” Jin voiced on the other side of the door. You and your boyfriend shared a horrified expression. When had the arguments on the other side of the door cease? How long has he been standing there? Were the others with him too?

Jungkook quickly pulled the vibrator out of your mouth by its tail then turned around looking for his phone. “Yeah?” he answered in the steadiest voice he could muster, finding his phone and switching off the buzzing.

“Do you have someone in there with you?”

Panic shot through your veins as you turned to look at Jungkook. Fear swam in his eyes. You both stood there naked and too scared to move to collect your things with Jin just on the other side of the door. “Of course not,” Jungkook lied, holding your hand to calm his trembling one. You shifted closer to him, hugging his muscular arm. He smiled a bit at the gesture, seeming to find comfort in it.

The door knob began to rattle and, even though it was locked, Jungkook stepped in front of you, a blush creeping up his neck at the mere thought of being caught ass-naked. “Hyung,” he exclaimed, lunging to grip the door knob.

Jin laughed heartily, triggering the other guys’ to join. “Next time do that shit in your room,” he called, voice becoming distant. “That’s a communal place, you fiends.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning back to you. He leaned his head back against the door, just like he did when you were sucking him off. You couldn’t help but notice he still looked just as pretty.

“So, shall we go to your room then?” You suggested with an innocent smile.

Jungkook’s brows bounced a bit at your words. “You’re an eager toy,” he chuckled, pushing himself off the door and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You grazed your nails up and down his biceps as he rested his forehead against yours. “Only for a pretty boy.”

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Look Around, Look Around pt 4

Summary: You escaped an abusive marriage, pregnant with your husband’s child. He sends a bounty hunter after you to bring you back. Everything changes. Din Djarin/pregnant!reader, no use of y/n

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Pregnancy/related topics, implied/referenced rape, mentions of abuse, blood, brief mentions of medical procedures

Notes: /finger guns/ no comment, your honor. also, these chapters were originally titled on Ao3. I completely forgot about that lol

You knew something was wrong when Mando returned early from his job. You knew either that it had gone sideways somehow, either the guy put up a fight, he was already dead, or worse, Mando got hurt.

All the times he came back to you injured it was nothing life threatening - slashes across the arms, blaster shot to the beskar that knocked the wind out of him. He always made a big deal out of that one, the drama queen. The worst one of them was that time a Trandoshan bounty tried to shank him; it ended up not being that bad, he just got him in the ribs with a dull knife that took a week to heal.

So now here Mando was, back from a job. You heard him shoving the bounty into the carbonite chamber downstairs, heard him clattering around as he struggled to put his weapons away. You heard a low grunt of pain and descended the ladder to the lower level of the ship to find him.

It was dim, but you didn't need light to notice the wide gash in his shirt, or the blood that stained the light brown leather of his gloves as he pressed a hand to his stomach.

He was leaning against the wall, taking shallow breaths as you laid eyes on him, and he lifted his visor to look at you.

"Should see the other guy," he wheezed in a half-joke as he slid down to sit on the floor.

You looked over at the carbonite and noted the crumpled way the bounty was situated - and the bloodstain that had been tracked in when Mando dragged the body behind him.

"I'll get the medpack," you said quickly. It was hard to tell at that point what blood was Mando's and which was the bounty's, all you knew was that there was too much of it and the smell was starting to make you nauseous.

You retrieved the medpack and returned to his side, knees aching as you knelt down just a bit to quickly. A dull pain spread up into your belly, spreading white hot, like a fire poker shoved through your gut. You clenched your jaw with the pain and turned your focus to Mando.

His head was leaned back on the wall, the tiniest sliver of his scruffy chin poked out from under the bottom of his helmet. He was still breathing shallowly and you imagined his eyes were squeezed shut to try to keep himself steady.

You lifted his breast plate up a bit and winced - it wasn't a big cut, but deep enough that it could be dangerous. You grabbed the bacta spray from the kit and administered it quickly.

One of his hands wound its way around your wrist as you dabbed away the excess blood around the wound.

"'m okay," he mumbled, his head lolling to one side as he gave your wrist a reassuring squeeze.

"Good," you said with a worried smile, bringing your other hand up to cup the side of his helmet. You lightly rapped on his temple with your knuckles - three taps for I'm glad you're okay.

"Can you stand up?" you asked after a moment. You really didn't think you'd be able to help him stand, especially with the pain that was now steadily increasing in your belly.

He nodded once as if pondering this. "Yeah, I'm fine." He already sounded a bit better, at least. His visor locked on your face. "You okay? Look a little pale."

"There's just a lot of blood," you chuckled, though your voice sounded strained. "I just cleaned the floors."

Mando laughed and got to his feet.

"I'll clean them later. We should get out of here - we'll head back to Nevarro."

You nodded and followed him up the ladder to the cockpit. A bead of sweat rolled down your leg under your skirts and you grimaced at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. A second trickle of sweat soon joined it.

Once you got to the cockpit, you sunk into the copilot's seat and leaned your head back with a sigh. You rubbed lazily at your stomach, chalking the pain up to nerves.

The ship took off with no trouble and it wasn't long before you were whistling through hyperspace towards Nevarro.

The baby, who had been asleep until now, woke up and was crying and babbling worriedly. You lifted your head and looked over at him, thinking he wanted to be held. He was looking between you and Mando, his tiny brow wrinkled in fear.

You moved to hoist yourself off the seat to go to him, your hand cradling underneath your stomach. You touched something wet at the juncture of your thighs and your heart dropped to your toes and then leapt up to your throat. When you pulled your shaking hand away, your fingers were covered in blood.

"Mando," you whispered, your voice barely audible to you over the rush of blood in your ears. When he didn't turn, you spoke louder and you heard your voice crack. "Mando!"

Instantly, he turned in his chair to face you. He stared at you for a minute and then jumped up and rushed to your side. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Dazed, you shook your head no. You weren't hurt. You didn't fall, didn't do much of anything these days except take walks on pretty planets and watch the small green baby.

"The baby," you said, cupping your bloody hand over his helmet. "Something is wrong."

Mando nodded and gently knelt between your parted knees and gripped your hand tightly. "I'm gonna get you to Nevarro, okay? We're almost there. There's a hospital I'm gonna take you to."

Stars, you could hear the worry in his voice as he assured you. He put a gentle hand on your thigh and then stood to lock down the baby's cradle to try and quell his frantic cries.

You gripped your belly in fear and looked up at Mando who was now back to standing in front of you.

"It's going to be okay," he promised you. "Just a bit longer."

After that, everything was a blur. Mando quickly parked the ship and helped you down the ladder. Then he scooped you up in his arms and helped you off the ship. The baby's pod followed close behind you both as he carried you through town. You could still feel blood seeping through the fabric of your underclothes and dress. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face against his chest.

Maker, help me.

***

You woke to warm sunlight on your face and the low hum of a droid reverberating in your chest. You were comfortable and you didn't even want to open your eyes to start your day. If it weren't for the persistent, unrelenting need to pee, you may not have opened your eyes at all.

Everything came crashing back down in an instant. The blood, the pain, the dull shock of potentially losing your baby.

Your baby.

You sat up, perhaps a little too quickly, you thought as a nurse droid assistant gave an angry squeal at you. Your hands immediately pulled your gown up to observe your belly, still warm and round and full, decorated with lines and freckles and stretch marks.

"Maker," you gasped as tears flooded your eyes. "I'm so sorry, my little moon." You cupped a hand over your belly, feeling it's warmth and it's softness beneath your palms.

A sleepy groan and a shuffle in the corner caught your attention. The Mandalorian was sitting in a chair, his thighs spread wide as he stretched sleep from his muscles.

"You're awake," he said softly as he straightened.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and scooted yourself backwards to sit up against the pillows.

"For the record," you said, wanting to attempt to break the tension, "I woke up before you."

The Mandalorian didn't respond to that, but he got up and moved to stand by you. He looked at you, and you would have shrunk away had he not grabbed your hand gently. The action no longer startled you.

"Everything is okay," he said quietly, rubbing a circle on the back of your hand with his thumb. "Baby's fine. You're fine."

Somehow, it felt like he was assuring himself more than you.

You nodded and looked from his visor to his hand on yours. The worry radiated off of him in waves, but you felt strangely calm and safe with him so close to you.

"Verd'ika," he chuckled quietly, helmet turning to observe your belly.

"What happened?" you asked, not wanting to let him go.

A doctor came into the room then, a Nabooian woman in a simple head covering, followed by a small droid unit carrying a tray.

"Good morning," she said brightly as she nodded at you. "I see we're all awake!"

"Almost all of us," Mando said as he finally let your hand go. He nodded in the direction of the floating cradle where the baby slept.

The nurse chuckled and moved to stand by your head on the opposite side of the bed from Mando.

"You all needed rest," she said, looking at the two of you. "Not many can go traipsing around the galaxy at seven months pregnant like that."

You smiled sheepishly and she laughed.

"I'm Madera," she said, sitting down beside you on the bed. "How do you feel?"

You shrugged. Really, you felt fine. No aches, no pain, even your hips felt fine.

"Good," she said, pressing a cool hand to your belly. The baby inside you fluttered in response to the touch and her smile grew.

"What happened?" you finally asked as she pushed on a few other spots on your stomach.

"Based on the bleeding," she said with a sigh, "It seems like the placenta shifted downwards slightly. It isn't unheard of, and not as dangerous as it sounds. Though it may complicate the birth a bit. I would stick close to home."

You nodded and looked up at Mando, who seemed to be watching you closely.

"So, dad," Madera said, looking up at him to catch his attention, "Take her home, keep her comfortable."

You both spoke at the same time.

"Oh, he's not--"

"I'm not the baby's father," he corrected gently.

Madera nodded. "Right. Ah, right." She turned to you and touched your hand. "You don't have to be on bed rest, but if you experience anymore bleeding or discomfort, then limit walking and exercises, okay?"

You nodded. All that scare for nothing.

"Thank you," you said with a small smile.

She nodded and handed you a holopad to sign. "Alright, there's clean clothes there for you, dear." She gestured to a chair and then exited the room.

You looked up at Mando and he sighed softly.

"Get dressed," he murmured, "I'm taking you back to Sorgan. I shouldn't have kept you away this long."

"Mando, it isn't your fault," you said, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. "Really."

"It's dangerous. You could've... Something could have happened to you or the baby."

"Mando, please," you said, looking at him, trying to scan the helmet.

He shook his head. "We're going back to Sorgan." His tone was firm, and this really wasn't the place for an argument, but he was shouldering too much responsibility himself and you knew deep down he was right. But you were pregnant and damn it all if you weren't going to use that to your advantage.

"I'm not done exploring," you said as it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He stared you down.

"One more and then I'll go," you reasoned. You bit your lip and gave him a small smile. For good measure, you added, "Please?"

The Mandalorian sighed heavily.

"One more," he said. "I have a job not too far from here. It's on the way to Sorgan, and then I'm taking you back. Got it?"

You nodded excitedly and went to grab your new clothes off the chair. You began to untie the gown when Mando coughed behind you.

"Should I... I dunno, wait outside or something?" he asked.

You hesitated slightly. "I won't turn around."

Mando shuffled awkwardly and turned to the other side so he was slightly facing away from you.

You quickly got dressed and then remembered---

"I can't put my shoes on."

He turned back and laughed at you, bent over your belly, supporting yourself against the wall as you tried to put your boots on.

"Don't you laugh at me!" you squawked as he came over to help, still chuckling at your misfortune.

"You want help or what, me'suum?" he asked.

"No, please, I would love to keep struggling, but thanks for the kriffing offer."

"Sit," he said," guiding you to the chair. He sat you down and knelt to put your shoes on. He slid one foot into its boot and fastened the strap, one hand gently holding the back of your leg. The other shoe went on and he held his hand against your leg longer than he probably should have.

You coughed to get his attention, but he didn't look up at you. Instead, he gently pressed his forehead against your belly. He sighed softly and held his head there for a moment before he stood up.

"Come on," he said softly, holding his hand out to help you stand, "Let's go."

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ca-8 · 3 years

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Zuko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

She could get in so much trouble.

No disciplined, sane child would ever dare to sneak out at night, especially those with parents who act like the most important people to have ever existed. Parents who always expected their children to be well-behaved, respectful, quiet, and incredibly boring for every second of their life. Parents who don't have a clue of what relaxation meant, even if some sort of high-class professor gave them a month-long lecture about it.

Basically the kinds of parents (Y/n) was so sick of.

The nine-year-old bit her bottom lip as she ever so carefully pulled the door to the beach house shut. Once she was sure no one had woken up and was on their way to give her another five-hundred-hour lecture on her ‘ignoble’ actions (whatever that meant), she snuck down the stairs and dashed toward the direction of the beach.

‘Is it this way? Or was it the other way?’ she questioned. She forgot, and her mind wouldn’t let her remember. Her heart was racing; she had never done something this audacious. If her parents had already woken up and discovered that the pillows under her covers were not her, she’d be better off being alone with a fully grown dragon while covered in the finest jewels.

And yet, at the first sight of the moon just barely hanging over the ocean as its light painted a shimmering white streak over the water, she instantly abandoned the worry. Here, on the quiet, isolated beach, she was free.

(Y/n) took off her shoes, and her toes instantly sunk into the cool sand. Her eyes scanned the beach, from the giant rocks asserting an aura of dominance, the tranquil ocean reflecting the twinkling stars that partnered the moon, and instantly to the lone turtle crab.

A wide smile spread across her face, and she quietly approached her favorite animal. It stood at the end of the ocean line, gazing up at the stars. Something tightened inside of her; it looked so...lonely.

“Hello!” she greeted, perhaps a bit too loudly than she intended, when she bent over it, suddenly covering its view. The turtle crab jumped and shrunk back a little in its shell, though (Y/n) still could see its upside-down face.

“Why're you by yourself? Where're your friends?” she asked, jumping down beside it and making sand fly all over her pajamas. It stared back at her, then ever so slowly emerged from its shell. (Y/n) gasped. “Do you not have any?”

The turtle crab only blinked in response. “That’s terrible!” she exclaimed. "Buuuut then again, I don’t have any either, so… Hey, why don’t the two of us be friends?” She got on her knees, and the turtle crab’s only view was her giant smile. It blinked again, not saying yes, but also not saying no.

“Great!” she cheered, embracing her new friend. Though a turtle crab wasn’t really her original ideal friend, every single kid she met proved themselves to be the most stuck-up, boring, rude people in existence, so maybe this was the better option. “So what’s your name?”

She immediately felt stupid when it didn’t, or, rather couldn’t, respond. “Ehehe, right, uh, you can’t talk,” (Y/n) realized. “But don’t worry, I can give you a name! What abooouuuttt….” The young girl scanned the animal for a quick moment before saying, “Misterrr...Snapper?”

It stared right at her, the moonlight reflecting off of its black eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She got up and bowed respectfully to the small creature, just like how her mother taught her whenever they approached someone important. “Nice to m-I mean, my name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I’m delighted to meet you, Mr. Snapper.”

She glanced at the turtle crab again and let out a soft laugh, then carefully picked it up and put it on her head. Her stomach flipped, and she couldn’t help but envision how loud her mother would be when she’d tell her to get it off her head. But, for now, she put the thought aside and focused on being glad it didn’t panic and run off.

“You’re weird,” she giggled, “I like you, Mr. Snapper. Now, what should we play tonight?”

The night always seemed to last forever, so (Y/n) and Mr. Snapper could do whatever they wanted without anyone saying otherwise. When the moon would lose the war over the sky with the sun, it could be the second she’d stop running around the entirety of Ember Island.

But doing that seemed pointless. And Mr. Snapper didn’t look like the type to enjoy marathons or running in general anyway.

“I know!” (Y/n) abruptly exclaimed, making Mr. Snapper bounce on her head. She gazed up, expecting to see his curious eyes, but only obtained the sight of the twinkling stars. “What do you think about being the Dark Water Spirit?”

“He...He’s gone,” (Y/n) whispered in the deepest voice she could make, staring dreamily at the ocean line where the moon had almost touched the water. She glanced back at her princess, Mr. Snapper, who stood silently with the white shell on his head. She didn’t know why she expected him to say his lines in a high-pitched, princess-y voice.

“Yes, this glorious land is finally free from the Dark Water Spirit,” the young noble said, moving Mr. Snapper in a way that made him appear as if he were talking in the high voice she was doing for him. “And now, we can be together, Noren.”

(Y/n)/Noren picked him up and stared into her mortal girlfriend’s eyes as huskily as she could (she also tried not to burst out laughing when she thought about it). “I never thought I’d fall in love with a mortal, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you, Yua.”

Mr. Snapper/Yua blinked, the moonlight reflecting off of his/her eyes. The shell began to fall off his/her head and (Y/n)/Noren fixed it quickly. “Does that mean you’re going to stay mortal? I can’t exactly marry a dragon, you know,” Mr. Snapper/Yua “said”.

“Hm, let’s just say you’ll be seeing the best of both worlds. Now kiss me, Empress!” Yua and Noren gazed into each other’s eyes for a blissful eternity, and they slowly leaned into the moment of affinity. Their lips were close, even though Yua seemed to be pulling away for some reason, and then-

“Um, what are you doing?”

(Y/n)’s soul was yanked out of Noren’s body and forcefully transported back onto Ember Island. Inches away from her face was no longer Empress Yua, but Mr. Snapper without his crown. And standing a few feet away from them was none other than Prince Zuko.

The Prince of the Fire Nation was here. He was standing right there. Staring at the daughter of a lowly noble as she was about to kiss a turtle crab.

Had the air only turned unbearably hot and heavy to her or did something set the moon on fire?

“Nothing,” she answered immediately in Noren’s voice. (Y/n) cleared her throat, mumbled an “I mean”, quickly held Mr. Snapper by her side, then put on the most innocent smile she could muster. “Nooothing,” she said in a voice much higher than it was supposed to be.

The Prince stared at her like she was standing on water and speaking three different languages all at once. “O...kay…” he said slowly.

'Who taught you to talk in such an absurd way to the Prince?' her mother's voice suddenly echoed within her mind. 'Fix your posture and throw away that ridiculous smile. And please, dear, speak NORMALLY.'

“S-SO!” she yelled, making him jump and instantly breaking every one of mind mother's rules. “What’re you doing here? On this beach? That my, uh, family bought? I think? Cause you, uh, have your own beach, cause you’re a prince, a-and...um…” Her smile widened despite her infinitely growing urge to bury herself as deep into the ground as possible and hide there forever.

“This is actually my family’s beach,” he said with eyes knowing this was the dumbest girl on the planet. “You’re the one not supposed to be here.”

'Once again, you're acting like an embarrassment to our family,' mind mother muttered.

Everything inside her twisted and tightened and told her to run. Though there were tsunamis of embarrassment hitting her relentlessly, there were also tiny ripples of realization. “Huh, so that’s what that sign meant when it said ‘Prince Ozai’s Beach’,” (Y/n) commented.

The Prince winced. “What? Are you-?”

Her eyes widened as they caught the animal he held in his arms. “IS THAT A TURTLE CRAB?” she shouted, then ran up to the boy and bent down to get a better look at the other turtle crab. Prince Zuko jumped back and hissed at her to be quiet, and her instincts told her to bring back the courtesy for him she had just thrown out the window. However, she only inched closer because LOOK AT THAT ADORABLE LITTLE FACE HOW DID SHE NOT NOTICE IT EARLIER?

"Awww, so cuuuute!" She reached out to pet it, but it sank back in its shell. Mind mother sighed, creating a tiny hint of guilt inside her.

"H-Hey!"

(Y/n) looked up at the nine-year-old Prince, glancing back at the turtle crab every few seconds. "Keep your voice down or else you'll wake up the whole island!" Prince Zuko whisper-shouted.

She stood up, cocking her head, then caught a glimpse of the turtle crab again. "What're you doing with it anyway?"

"Um…" He glanced down at the turtle crab. "N-None of your business!" he insisted hurriedly with a hint of pink on his face.

She squinted her eyes at him, and the stern look in his onyx pupils faded away to the same confusion from earlier, then discomfort when more quiet seconds had passed. "You're...here because Miss Green broke into your room but you couldn't keep her there so you brought her back to shore because you wanted to make sure she made it back home safely!" (Y/n) took in a large breath, filling her almost-empty lungs.

The Prince stared back at her with widened, bewildered eyes. "...Who?" he said.

"Your turtle crab's name! I named it that because it reminds me of my first teacher, Mrs. Red, but since it has a green shell, well, you know. Also, totally off-topic, but have you noticed that red and green go so well together? I've been getting into sewing lately, and I was thinking that Ms. Green and Mr. Snapper, that's my turtle crab's name, by the way, could have red and green sweaters! Wouldn't that be adorable?"

He said nothing. He didn't exactly look angry, but not really pleased too.

Her smile dropped, then she giggled nervously. "Sorry, I'll stop talking. A-And you don't have to call it that if you don't want to! Or name it at all! I-I was just-"

The Prince went against his fear of being caught as he let out the loudest laugh (Y/n) ever heard.

Her entire body felt like it had been engulfed by every firebender's element. Her family might as well have formed a crowd around them with their disapproving gaze. 'Maybe Mr. Snapper can help me start a new life under my bed,' she thought as she gazed at her feet.

"You're weird," the Prince suddenly said, chuckling.

(Y/n) snapped her gaze up at him and saw his weirdly relieved smile. "Oh, thanks!" she said, feeling her own smile curl upon her lips. She wasn't one hundred percent sure if he really meant that as a compliment, but his face didn't hold any signs of mockery.

Her stomach did a backflip. Was the Prince, one of the most important people ever, being...kind of nice to her?

Prince Zuko laughed again, then after a quick moment, his face went back to being serious. "Um, please don't tell anyone I'm doing this, okay?" he said.

(Y/n) beamed and nodded. She stood in silence for once while Prince Zuko sighed, walked over to the edge of the water, then placed the turtle crab on the rolling water.

Mr. Snapper wiggled out of her arms and crawled over to Ms. Green. Zuko stepped back until he was next to (Y/n), and the two animals stood together facing the moon with their claws just barely touching.

"Ah, that's so adorable!" (Y/n) squealed. "It's like Yua and Noren!"

Zuko turned and raised an eyebrow at her. "You know about Love Amongst The Dragons?"

The girl gasped dramatically, swiftly putting her gaze on him. "Know it? I'll have you know that I've memorized every single line of that play!" she said, holding her head high with pride. "I can perform every character at any time! In fact, I was doing just that before you interrupted my final act."

'You do realize you're still talking to someone much more important than you, right dear?' mind mother whispered. (Y/n)'s grin was wiped off her face along with most of her pretension.

Surprisingly, he didn't look offended. "That's my favorite play, too," he said with a hint of enjoyment on his face. "Was that why you were about to make out with your turtle crab?"

She blushed furiously and pouted, averting her eyes. "M-Maybe…and his name's Mr. Snapper..."

Prince Zuko chuckled again and after a moment of weirdly comfortable silence, a frown appeared on his face. "Hey, I need to head back. And you should go in case the guards kick you out."

"...Th-There are guards here?" (Y/n) whispered. She ran over and fiercely hugged Mr. Snapper, then went back over to him, her voice slightly increased. "Why didn't you say so?!"

He smiled the most carefree grin in the world. "I thought you knew, since you're on my dad's beach."

"Well, it was nice meeting you Prince Zuko, but now I need to figure out how to escape before my parents have to get me out of prison." She quickly bowed, her heart fluttering at the sound of the Fire Lord's grandson enjoying her joke (hopefully it stayed like that).

"Wait!" he suddenly called.

She was beginning to run back to the beach house when he did. (Y/n) turned around and said, "Yes?"

"Um," he started, hesitating. The young girl cocked her head; someone like him shouldn't be nervous about talking to someone like her. If anything, she should still be the one hesitating and worrying about what to say. "What's your name?" he finally asked.

She flashed a grin as the moon began to lower into the light pink sky. "(Y/n), Your Majesty." Before he could respond, she ran off the beach as fast as she could, hoping to see her parents still asleep within the beach house.

#atla #x reader #kinda cringe #cartoons #nickelodeon #avatar zuko #fanfiction #lol idk

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mc-lukanette · 4 years

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Grade for Each Other (Part 3)

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Luka wasn't sure how much information he'd actually retained from the school day, and honestly, he couldn't say that he cared. He probably just ended up smiling to himself the whole time, likely leading people to think that he was just really happy with whatever was being said.

If said things came from Marinette's mouth, there'd at least be some truth in that.

Luka looked over to Marinette as they left school together, watching her dig into her backpack for something seemingly important. Just as he was about to ask her if she wanted help, she finally pulled out a single piece of paper and held it straight out, her face determined and the gesture singing, 'victory!'

She clearly didn't know that he was staring and was just acting on her own energy. She was so adorable and he couldn't help grinning.

Swinging her backpack over her shoulder, she—

"Marinette?" he called.

She looked over at him, halfway to unfolding the paper. "M-mm?"

He pointed at her backpack, which she hadn't closed yet.

She glanced over her shoulder. "Oh!" Blushing in embarrassment, she asked, "Can you...?"

He smiled. "Gladly."

Stepping behind her, he grabbed the zipper tab and pulled it around to neatly close her backpack. He could hear her fiddling with the paper and respected her privacy enough not to peek at it over her shoulder.

Suddenly, Mito called out behind him, "Luka~!"

He looked over, seeing Claudine, Roche, and Mito almost huddled in a vague circle, which could only mean bad things according to him. Claudine was grinning, Mito was waving and Roche was giving him a two-fingered salute.

Without turning his head, Luka glanced at Marinette's backpack, then pulled his hands away, raising them to show his innocence.

The three promptly went back to discussing things amongst themselves. He was suspicious, but wasn't going to eavesdrop. It was entirely possible that they were talking about where the four of them were going to hang out that day, but he imagined that wasn't it, or they would've involved him.

To his side, Marinette made a sound of discomfort, vaguely mumbling what sounded like his name. Taking that at his cue, he finally glanced at the paper in her hands.

It was a map, seemingly of the walk from school to her home. He knew full well that her old school was just a brisk walk from there to her house, so it made sense for her to be prepared for something longer.

Her brows were furrowed. Her nose was scrunched up. Her lips were pouting just slightly.

Finally, she sighed, mumbling, "Ah, nevermind..."

Luka straightened, realizing what she'd been about to ask. He could imagine the difficulty of her eying the map and also having to keep looking up to ensure that she wasn't blindly walking into danger.

Immediately, he asked, "Marinette, would you like to walk home together?"

She turned her head to him so quickly that he recoiled. Her expression had shifted instantly to surprise and hope. "Really? It's not—I mean, I've never had to before and thought that maybe it was a little childish and—"

"It's not," he insisted with a reassuring smile. "Your house is closer than mine anyway. I don't mind."

He really didn't mind.

Marinette's shoulders relaxed. "Thank you. I thought maybe you'd have plans with your—" She leaned to peek around him. "—oh."

He tossed a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing that his friends weren't there anymore.

Ah, so that was their plan.

He looked back at her, watching her take a quick look around, then at her map. She turned, then headed off in one direction, to which he happily followed after her.

"How's Lycee playing for you?" he asked idly as they walked, hoping that she was still comfortable with her situation.

She smiled. "Good so far. A lot more relaxing."

He'd already guessed it from how she behaved throughout the day, but it was nice to hear nevertheless. Part of him had presumed that her suddenly being in a higher grade would've been jarring.

"I'm getting used to it pretty quickly." She briefly made eye contact with him, her grin almost sly. "Plus, my deskmate is a lot calmer, which is nice."

His smile was far too wide to be normal. Reminding himself to pay attention to where they were going rather than her, he looked ahead. "I'm glad I could help. You deserve it, Marinette."

She sighed, almost blissfully. "Thank you."

Seeing the street they were about to cross, he reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder, stopping her. She looked up from her map to stare at him confusedly, then noticed a car passed by.

"Oh." She gave him an appreciative smile, then walked across when it was safe to pass. "Sorry. It might take a bit before I memorize how to get here and how to go back."

"There's no need to apologize." He followed after her and shrugged, wholly unbothered. "I'd walk you home every day if I could, Marinette."

It took him a second to realize what he'd said; that he'd clearly lowered his guard too much around her. He went to take it back, but paused when he saw the amused but happy look on her face.

Voice laced with a bit more confidence, she tilted her head back and stated, "I might have to take you up on that."

Please do, his heart sang. He knew he'd be teased forever but it'd be totally worth it.

They kept walking, Marinette slowly getting better at watching where she was going while also following her map. The click of her flats against the sidewalk was a pleasant accompaniment to his own footsteps, so even when they didn't talk, he still felt like they were communicating.

"...Luka?" Marinette suddenly piped up.

He met her gaze, hearing the unspoken question and feeling the shift in atmosphere. "What is it?"

"You—I mean, I guess you should know. I guess Juleka didn't say anything, and that's why you didn't know about me skipping grades."

"You don't have to—"

"I do though," she insisted. "It's just... I had to get away."

There was a pause, after which she straightened and corrected, "N-not from Juleka, of course! Your sister is fine—she—it's wasn't her that—" She cut herself off with a whimper.

"Even if it was Jule, I wouldn't judge you, Marinette," he assured. "Some instruments just don't go well together."

She slumped. "What about when an instrument makes all the other ones sound terrible?"

His brows rose. "Someone else?"

She nodded. As they reached a street crossing that forced them to stop, she turned to him. "There was... this girl in my class. She's—and you don't have to believe me—but she's terrible."

"I believe you," Luka told her without hesitance.

Marinette blinked. "What?"

"I believe you," he repeated. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because—" She sighed. "Juleka likes her, and she likes Adrien."

He was surprised, not in what she said, but how her voice sounded when she'd said it. There was a distinct lack of the usual 'ching' when she said Adrien's name.

He tried not to think about it, knowing it wasn't important to their current topic. "I trust you, Marinette. Jule..." He hesitated, then settled for, "There's a reason she is the way she is."

"Ah," Marinette uttered softly in acknowledgment. They were free to cross the street at that point, so she did alongside him, simultaneously getting back on track. "Well, she—not Juleka, the other girl—she's a liar. I tried to tell everyone but..." A bit of life left her voice. "They wouldn't believe me."

His fingers twitched. "She's new?"

"Yeah." She tried to focus on the map despite being clearly distracted. "She talks about all the famous people she knows and how talented she is, and she gets away with it whenever she can't prove something because it's just lies on top of lies. I was so sick of seeing her lead everyone on, but... there was nothing I could do. Adrien knew and he—he told me not to do anything."

Luka couldn't help the quiet "what?" that escaped his lips. This was all new to him and he couldn't comprehend that he hadn't heard a word of it before.

Marinette continued, "I mean—I know he didn't know that she threatened me, but she said that I'd lose everyone if I wasn't 'with her.' I didn't even really try anything after Adrien told me not to, and she—she got me expelled anyway."

The brief silence made it all the more clear to Luka how tired Marinette was all of a sudden, which was a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his chest. "That's—" He stopped to breathe. "That's why you left?"

"I got back in," Marinette assured, "but I just... I couldn't do it anymore. I thought about it, and the whole class was just exhausting. I was already the class representative, and then I had her to worry about, and then no one was believing me, and I—I had to go." She rubbed the back of her head nervously. "T-there were other reasons too, but that was the big one. I did tell everyone I was leaving, so they knew some of it and even then it was a lot, but it felt like I didn't have any other choice."

He nodded in understanding, trying to remain as calm as possible. Going off wouldn't help him - it would only get him akumatized - and that would've just caused her more stress.

Spontaneously, Marinette stopped in place, staring down at the ground with a distant expression. Luka stopped as well, facing her with a concerned expression.

"Marinette?"

"You must think I'm selfish," she murmured. "I...I abandoned everyone just because it was hard for me."

"What? No, I—" He instinctively reached for his guitar strap, glaring at nothing when he realized it wasn't there.

He looked around, getting a rough estimate of where exactly they were at the moment. An idea struck him, and he hastily asked, "Do you mind going off the map for a bit?"

She met his gaze, obviously confused as to what this had to do with what she'd just been saying. Still, she nodded.

He turned and went down the street, walking a bit faster than he normally would. The sound of Marinette's footsteps trailed behind him, assuring him that she was following him without hassle.

At the sight of the music store he'd managed to navigate to, he pushed the door open and held it until Marinette was inside. Afterward, he headed for the nearest guitar that he could handle, sitting down so it could rest in his lap. Looking up at her, he brought his left hand up to the guitar's neck. "See these strings?" He slid his fingertips onto them for emphasis.

She tilted her head, but nodded. With cautious curiosity, she approached and sat down in front of him, placing the map on her lap.

"Guitar strings are strong. They have to be to deal with all the strumming they go through," he explained. "They're tight, but they have the give they need to be played properly."

He eyed her, ensuring that she was still watching him. She seemed to recognize by then that he wasn't going to criticize her, so the tenseness in her shoulders had mellowed.

Making it so his fingers were across every string, he gripped them and pulled down; not enough to where he knew it'd cause actual stress, but enough to where it'd make someone inexperienced with guitars - like Marinette - very nervous.

"They can only take so much stress. They either wear out over time, or—"

He let go, Marinette initially flinching as if she'd expected the strings to actually snap. He waited a moment for her to process that, then held up two fingers to imitate string cutters.

"It's better to cut them than to let someone snap them. If something snaps them, it could cause some damage, but at least you're ready if you cut them yourself." He ran a hand from the top of the strings all the way to the bottom. "You can't replace the feeling of all the songs you played on them, but you can replace the strings."

He stared at her, observing the subtle shift in her expression. She looked thoughtful, her posture easing forward as she eyed the strings he was touching. Even when his own friends didn't understand his music dialect, she always seemed to take him seriously and understood the emotions he was conveying. He couldn't begin to explain how it made him feel, and he only hoped that she might feel the same when he comforted her, like now.

"You're not selfish, Marinette. Not at all." She met his gaze, and he continued, "You're taking care of yourself, and that's great. You have enough going on as it is."

She held eye contact with him for a moment longer. He didn't waver, not moving a muscle until she did so first.

Finally, she closed her eyes. She inhaled, exhaled, then gave him a small smile without looking directly at him.

"Thank you," she said. "Do you mind if we head back now?"

He smiled, satisfied. "Of course not."

Returning the guitar to its original position, he stood up and turned, Marinette already holding the door open for him. Together, they walked out of the music store, retracing their steps until Marinette could start following the map again.

They didn't talk for the rest of the walk to her house. Luka never pressed for conversation either, as the slightest look at her confirmed that she wasn't sad anymore; just soaking in what they'd talked about.

Eventually, the 'Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie' came into view. Luka waited until Marinette stopped in front of it, then he stepped around to face her, giving her a comfortable distance between them.

He expected a simple 'good-bye' or maybe just a wave if she wasn't feeling up to it, but instead, she gushed, "I'm so happy that you like having me around, Luka."

He gaped. He must've looked funny doing it too because she giggled.

"I—I was a little worried at first. You were quieter than usual while we were in school—" Oh, so she noticed. "—and I thought that maybe I did something, or you were thinking something bad about me."

He shook his head, even though she'd already confirmed that she didn't think that anymore. He dared to step forward, placing his hands on her shoulders and lowering himself so they were eye level.

He looked into her eyes with conviction. No matter what she thought now, he wanted her to know what he thought then.

"The only thing I was thinking about you is how this is all new to me, having my favorite melody around for the whole school day."

He felt her stiffen underneath his hands, her eyes wide and practically sparkling. "R-really?"

He swallowed at her powerful gaze, but managed to maintain eye contact with her. "Really. Yes, I was quiet because of you, but it was only in the best way."

She blinked at him, still looking to be in a state of surprise. Admitting to himself that he probably came on a little (okay, a lot) strong, he dropped his hands back to his sides and stood straight.

Not wanting her to feel pressured to respond to such a bold statement, he gave her a small wave and turned to leave. Just as he was facing completely away from her though, a pressure collided with his back, making him stumble.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, the light color of the skin unmistakable. He blushed as he realized that Marinette was hugging him from behind.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much, Luka, for everything. I'm so glad you're here and that I'm in your class."

He shuddered at how genuine she sounded. There was a distinct fondness in her voice, reminiscent of a harp that she'd so casually strummed every string of without effort.

The reverberation rung in his ears, and he could even swear that she was even nuzzling his back. He had to remind himself to breathe.

It was too much. She was too much. Still, somehow, he managed to pull himself together enough to rest one of his hands on hers.

"Me too, Marinette."

They stayed like that for a few seconds longer, with him all too aware of the sound of her breathing. Then, just as quickly as she'd hugged him, she pulled away, clearing her throat audibly.

"A-anyway, b-bye," she squeaked out. He could practically hear the blush in her voice, followed immediately by the sound of the bakery's door open and closing.

Marinette apparently stumbled a bit while inside, but he hadn't seen it for certain; only heard it. It wasn't because he hadn't wanted to turn to look at her, but rather because his body wasn't listening to him.

All at once, he sunk down to sit on his ankles, burying his face into his hands and exhaling against his palms, in a complete state of bliss.

He loved that girl.

[Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

#multi chapter: Grade for Each Other #((In which Luka continues to die.))#((Rated F for Feels.))

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harcourtholmesii · 3 years

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A Strange Meeting

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight

Pairings: None

Warnings: - Reference to Violence - Referenced Gore - Referenced Death and Torture - Implied, Stated and Referenced Prejudice - Pretty Poorly Written

Words: 2019

I wrote this sometime ago, but I felt like posting some of my older works to Tumblr to get them out there. In this one, to clarify, I have this little headcanon that the Entity would want to get the most it can from its survivors and killers before tossing them into the void. So, the Entity forces some killers to be survivors and some survivors to be killers, so it might leech as much emotion, hope and fear out of them all.

Enjoy!

She had found a quiet place. It was hidden deep into the woods, far from the campfire’s warm glow, and out of sight of those judging looks. She could hear, carried along by the chilling wind, the faint cries of Dwight and Kate’s hollers as they searched for where she had hidden herself away. With her back pressed firmly to the chipping bark of the ulmus- elm behind her, she brought her knees up to her chin, muting her sobs. The cold wind swept through her, and beneath her long sleeves she could feel her hairs rising in horripilation.

Goose-bumps. It was what everyone else called it. But why not use the scientific term? She didn’t understand. According to David, and everyone else probably, there was a lot she didn’t understand. Her father called it a ‘brilliant mind’, an ‘inquisitive mind’, but her mother referred to it in much the same way as everyone else. ‘Special’. ‘Unique’. ‘Unusual’.

When the world around them began to collapse, everyone else ran to the door. When she was alone in the collapse, she just had to collect that one insect. Where one should run for a teammate, she had to collect the sap and take notes. She couldn’t help herself. That was what she knew; botany and entomology were her video games and childhood toys. She didn’t understand these trials. Never had she wished to be swept into a life or death game, and whilst other survivors lived for the chase, she despised having to run around. Her legs ached so much at the end of a trial, she would rarely wait to reach the campfire before collapsing to her knees. Even when those black, arachnid-like appendages tore her away from the safety of the fire, she could rarely find the strength to continue these trials any longer.

Claudette’s head snapped up, hearing heavy footsteps approaching. It sounded much like David or Bill’s heavy boots; the last people she wanted to talk to. As she brought a hand up to the tree behind her, gaining some purchase on it so she might stand quickly and run, she was interrupted by the face of a man she had not met out in these woods. She had never run into another lost soul on her own before. She had always been by Dwight or the others, but now, she was caught out and unsure how to react.

He was enormous. Like an ursus arctos horribilis- Like a grizzly bear in size, he was packed with muscle with wide grey eyes. He turned a dark gaze down to onto her; those grey eyes filled with mild curiosity. They carried a familiar weight to them, like the gazes she had seen many times when their group met survivors who had been there just as long as themselves (or perhaps longer). They were weary, exhausted and yet they looked at her with aroused suspicion. She noted the faintest dark stains on his clothes; there was blood, yes, like there always was, but a black powder mixed with mud and dirt caked the white of his collared shirt. He wore dark overalls with one strap snapped on the right side and, much like everyone else, his clothes were in such a disarray. How could a man like this be one of them? It was much like when she met David; just how could a man of his size, strength and temperament be a survivor?

A crunch of leaves and twigs alerted her, Claudette’s eyes travelling up to the man’s face as he ducked down beneath a branch and with his back pressed to the tree, slid down to sit on her left side. He dropped heavily into the mix of dirt and roots, but kept quiet. She didn’t like this. She wanted to speak up and tell him to go away. This was her spot. But, instead all she felt was the urge to stand and return to the campfire.

“Please stay.” Claudette hadn’t realised she had already started making a move to stand. His voice shocked her. It was a growl. Not like a threatening growl, but his voice was deep and broken that when his plica vocalis- vocal cords produced his words, it reminded her much like the deep bellows of a bear. She swallowed around a lump in her throat, feeling how her body tightened in fear. Her joints were strained, prepared for her to jump up and run like her body had never done so before. Even when she was in a trial, she had never felt so terrified. Nervously, she let herself slump back into her place at the base of the elm’s trunk. She was shaking.

“W-Who…” She swallowed again, trying to gain the nerve to speak. “Who are you?”

He turned his head to look at her; a slow, bored motion, with his grey eyes meeting hers. Even like this, he was still at least a foot taller. He was just… so… big…

“Someone like you.”

“H-How do you kno-?”

“I guessed.” He interrupted her, turning his head away, his right hand brushing lightly at the dirt between them. She bit her lip to keep herself from yelling at him at how he was getting her jean pants dirty. What did it matter? They were dirtied from mud, blood and torn to shreds at the calf and knees. He glanced back up at her, one large finger beginning to scratch a pattern into the dirt. “Lost.”

“W-What?”

“You seem lost.” His eyes turned back to the dirt, glowering at a mistake he brushed away with his knuckles. His attention returned to dividing his gaze between her face and his picture.

“W-Well, I’m not. I know where I can go and-”

“It is not what I meant.” He said, stopping his digits from digging into the dirt. He turned his body, angling it towards her, a foot between them. He was uncomfortably close for her liking, but he didn’t push further. “Your mind seems elsewhere.”

“And how do you know that?” She pulled her lips tight into a frown. She didn’t appreciate how he was analysing her. It was like how her mother tried to send her to a therapist, except instead of a sense of duty to her mother, she was kept there by her fear rooting her feet to the ground.

“I know.” He hummed, returning to a relaxed position around the tree. “No one runs from the fire except for a few reasons. Since you are not screaming…” He trailed off, letting Claudette fill in the rest.

“I… I just can’t deal with this any longer.” Well, he was certainly doing better than her therapist and actually getting her to spill something personal. Whether out of fear or not, it didn’t really matter. “I’m constantly afraid. I can’t keep up with this. I just… I just want to go home.” The world around her grew blurry, her eyes beginning to sting as tears welled up and then rolled tracks down her hot cheeks.

He didn’t speak. He had stopped drawing in the dirt, and kept his eyes trained on her and how she rose her hands up in fists to wipe away the tears. “I just want to go home to my parents. To my microscope and studies. I want to go back to college. If anything, people whispering behind my back is nothing compared to a hook going through it.” She bawled, bringing her body into a curled position.

“What is a m-micro-… ma-icro-scopp?” Her wide eyes turned to look up at him, surprised to find him tilting his head like a giant dog. He was curious, and the thought that this man didn’t know what a microscope was… It was a welcome distraction.

“A-…” She wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to gather herself. “A microscope i-is a tool used to analyse samples. Like being able to see… Um…” She reached down to the grass and dirt, pulling up into view a single leaf, crumpled, but otherwise intact. “Inside a plant there are cells. By having a sample like this leaf under a microscope, you can see them.”

“How?” His growl of a voice caused her body to shudder. Despite her discomfort, his being there as a stranger just listening to what she had to say reminded her of how someone would message the forums asking a simple question she could answer. At least over the internet and in the college chatrooms, people appreciated her knowledge.

She expanded on how it all worked, and felt herself go on and ramble. What could have been answered in fifty words had ended up becoming an entire thesis. Then came the questions about how she got into college studying science as a woman and what the internet was. Like Ashley and Laurie, it seemed he had been ripped out of a time long before her own. How long had he been here? Still, who knows how much time passed, but through it all, whilst he sketched into the forest floor, she answered all of his inquiries and explained how it all worked. She appreciated how he didn’t seem to have any prejudices despite his time, and when bringing up the topic, he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“It never mattered to my father. It doesn’t matter to me.”

When Claudette felt her rump and tailbone beginning to ache, she stood slowly, feeling a little better to talk to someone other than her teammates. As she stood, so did he; carefully sidestepping around his sketch until he faced her. She felt a little trapped just due to his sheer size and might, but when she moved, he did not reach out or follow behind. Instead, he took a step back in the opposite direction.

“Come with me.” She said, feeling a flush enter her cheeks. It was a little embarrassing saying that so quickly, but after their hours (she had to presume) of talking, she didn’t want to return to the group without him. Who knows? A man of his size might be able to help them in the trials.

“No.”

“W-Why not?” She felt a little astounded. Why wouldn’t he want to come? “I-It is okay. No one is going to run you off. I just needed time to myself. You should come with me. I’m sure the others will be happy to meet you.”

“No. I have my own to return to.”

“There are other campfires?” He looked over his shoulder, back through the thick woods from whence he came.

“Hundreds.”

“W-What?”

“Hundreds, scattered all about. We can’t go very far, but you are not the first person I have met out here.” He stepped away from her, the shadows over his form hiding his face from sight. The moonlight streaked that streaked through the woods refused to move and just grant her one last look at him. “I have to return to my own. In time, may we meet like this again.”

“Wait!” But already, he had vanished back into the dark. How a man like that could move so quickly and quietly, she had no clue. But apart from his patch of dirt, there was no sign he had even been there. In the dirt, what she saw drawn there was a truly nice sketch, if a little primitive due to the lack of tools. It was her face. Her face was in the dirt, with a small smile on her face. She bit back a huff of laughter- not out of actual amusement, but out of sheer irony that he would predict the outcome of their conversation.

She turned on her heel and went back the way she came, noting the carvings of Mashtyx in the bark of the trees, reminding her of her path. Now, as she returned to the safety of Kate’s lullaby and the warm glow of the campfire, she came to realise what was stained on his clothes. What gave him such an earthy smell. It was coal dust, much like what she smelt in the coal mines of the Macmillan estate.

#DBD #Dead by Daylight #The Trapper #Claudette Morel #DBD Fanfiction #DBD Fanfic #HarcourtHolmesII

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Albedo centric kaebedo omo 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ as promised

Also I took some liberties, less warming options and the walk is longer. Also warming potions exist. And also albedo has a living space attached to his lab<3

Albedo fastens his odd coat buckle with a sigh. “You’re sure you want to escort me?” He asks the taller navy haired man in front of him, who was bundling the last of their supplies into a pack that he would carry up.

“Of course! It’s not that I don’t believe you can fend for yourself, but the mutation stones that’ve been popping up make even hilichurls a frightening foe.” Kaeya responds with a little humour in his voice.

He wasn’t wrong though, mutation stones were a total pain. They enhanced the strength of any enemy around them, making them almost impossible to defeat alone. Thus, Kaeya would not allow Albedo to make the journey up Dragonspine alone. Albedo took no offence in this, he would rather spend time with his dear Cavalry Captain anyway.

As they begun their ascent up the mountain, Albedo took a drink thermos from his pocket and drank some of the warm water that it was holding. Usually cold water was the obvious choice, but it was better for warming up the insides. He puts it back in his pocket and sighs, watching his warm breath condensate briefly in front of him.

Not long after, they approached the large frostbearing tree and immediately spotted the frostarm lawachurl that sat almost beside it. Unlike before, there was a strange and evil red aura that danced around it.

‘This is likely the effect of the mutation stones at work…’ Albedo thought, stopping in his tracks to figure out how to progress.

Kaeya followed suit, except he waved Albedo over in one direction. It dawned on the blond that Kaeya was suggesting they go around, which was a pretty good idea considering they would both likely die if they were spotted by the mutated enemy. Slowly, making sure to stay quiet, they made their way around the area and back to the path that lead further upwards. The pair had only just begun their walk and already ran into problems… this was going to be an interesting trip.

After a bit of time, Albedo found the cold wind was drying his mouth a fair bit. That was one thing that never changed, the stupid dry and cold mouth feel. To remedy that, the alchemist took another big sip of his warm water. As he felt the warmth travel through his system, he found that there was already a budding discomfort in his bladder. He really didn’t drink that much, but considering that he had drank way before preparing he couldn’t be totally surprised.

Continuing up, Albedo kept pace with Kaeya as best as he could. It was more difficult considering his need that had begun to weigh on him, and the fact that there was quite a bit of snow even on the path. However, there was something that did catch his eye. Kaeya’s movements were just a little bit off. Perhaps he was in the same situation, or maybe he was just cold? He didn’t want to pry though, he knew too well that was an embarrassing topic in general.

Once they had continued further along the path, Albedo was already beginning to fair badly. His bladder was actually fairly small, so he knew that if things kept up at this pace he would be full pretty soon. The upside, however, is that it wasn’t weak. It was still an unfavourable situation no matter how you look at it and he couldn’t help but wonder how Kaeya was fairing, the man not showing any other signs of need. Maybe he was just cold after all.

Eventually they had begun to approach a ruin brazier. Albedo watched as Kaeya’s eyes lit up.

“Ah, a decent source of warmth! Let’s go huddle beside it for a moment.” The taller one suggested, and the alchemist followed along. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fair standing still for more than a few seconds, but he would do his best to be as still as possible.

Upon Kaeya giving the mechanism a tap, the stone top spun up a little and an orange glow begun to pulse. He put his arms around Albedo for some extra warmth just like he planned to. However, when the shorter of them wrapped his arms back around Kaeya, pressing their bodies close, he began to tremble obviously. Standing in one spot never helps when desperate.

Kaeya glances down at him and raises an eyebrow. “My, are you really that cold? Maybe we should have brought extra layers…” he thinks out loud.

“Yes, ah..very cold…” the blond almost moans, feeling a pang of need hit him. As a result, one of his legs began to shake back and forth. Kaeya just attributed it all to a cold response, and Albedo was internally grateful. It would be extremely embarrassing if he were to catch on.

After a minute of warming up in front of the brazier, the two continued on side by side. Albedo couldn’t hold back his panting anymore, his lower half was starting to ache with need. ‘I’m here with Kaeya, and there’s no way I could just go in front of him. Unless… I could sneak off with an excuse, then maybe this could work.’

Albedo cleared his throat nervously. “Ah, Kaeya… there’s a plant a little down this way I- ghh.. wanted to pick up for an experiment, can you wait here?” he asked the other, failing to mask the desperation that had begun to seep into his voice.

The navy haired man stood in thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“That’s too dangerous, remember the mutation stones? I can’t let you go alone.” He replies strongly. Albedo swore he almost felt his soul leave his body.

“And drink this, it’ll keep you warmer from the cold stone area that’s ahead.” He continued, handing the blond a bottle with a warm orange liquid. A warming potion.

Drinking another liquid was the last thing he needed right now, but he knew that the cold could shut down his insides completely if he didn’t take it. So, hesitantly, he downed the bottle’s contents. Kaeya drank a bottle of his own as well.

Kaeya accompanied him off the path to where Albedo had spotted this plant, which was really a yellow leaved mint plant. It was nothing special, but what did Kaeya know about alchemy? Maybe it was important. Albedo crouched down slowly as to not jostle his aching bladder, pretending to pick at the leaves with interest. Nearby, Kaeya leaned against a tree with an ankle crossed over the other, looking a little uncomfortable. This was possibly the worst case scenario, no relief and a longer trip. Albedo stands up and pockets the random leaves as he thinks about this.

His thoughts are interrupted when Kaeya pushes him back a little, saying “a hilichurl group has spotted us, we need to get back to the path!” with urgency, clearly implying they were affected by the mutation.

However, the slight push was enough to send a jet of warmth across Albedo’s shorts, in turn causing him to gasp a little and grab himself out of panic to stop the sudden flow.

He thanked the archons that he wore such dark shorts. If he didn’t, he was sure Kaeya would have found out about his predicament. After he was sure his control was steady, he jogged back to the path with Kaeya behind him. As they began their walking pace again, Albedo couldn’t help but wince at the feeling of the now cold damp spot on his shorts. Even worse was it would surely begin to freeze soon with the temperature it was dropping to ahead.

The warming potion was both a blessing and a curse. He was glad he was able to go through the blizzard area without freezing to death, but it also greatly worsened the condition of his bladder. He was now utterly full and practically bursting, begging and pleading with his body internally to just keep holding on, as they were almost there.

His thoughts were interrupted once again by Kaeya’s voice.

“A-Albedo, I need you to stand right here and stay on guard for a moment. Please.” He said with urgency coating his words, taking off not far away almost immediately after.

“Wait, why-“ Albedo started, but was silenced by the sound of liquid hitting the snow and a surprisingly lewd moan of relief, as Kaeya had begun relieving himself behind a wide tree close by.

The sound was agonizing. The alchemist’s lower half practically screamed at him in reaction, and all he could do was rock his legs almost violently and cross and uncross his legs as he tried to block out the sounds of relief that couldn’t quite be his yet. While usually he would try his best to stifle any of his own noises, he couldn’t help but let a few soft desperate moans and groans. They were so close to the lab, he could hold it.

Yet, as the sound of Kaeya’s stream tapered off and the man emerged back to the path, a prominent hissing replaced the splashing sound. Albedo had gone completely still, and was helplessly and uncontrollably wetting himself. The black fabric of his shorts glistened and the alchemist let out a distressed gasp, followed by a moan of relief of his own.

The extreme warmth was such a good contrast against the cold climate, he almost wished he could stay like this forever. The relief was so good, and the heated air around him was so pleasant he forgot it was visible.

After the hissing died down and the beyond pleasant feeling of relief had subsided, realization hit him like a bus. He had just peed himself in front of the cavalry captain, the object of his affections. Upon this thought his cheeks and ears displayed a deep blush, becoming incredibly hot. He tried to take a few steps toward the lab before Kaeya could say anything, but he ended up stumbling as his legs were weakened greatly.

He was caught by the navy haired man, his arms providing him with enough support to stand properly.

“‘M sorry- I…” he managed to mumble an apology into Kaeya’s shoulder, finding that talking after such an embarrassing scene was a lot harder than usual.

“It was an accident, nothing to fret over. Hell, if I didn’t rush off I probably would have had one too.” Kaeya reassured him in a soothing tone of voice.

“Let’s wipe you down a bit before this all freezes to you. I’ll give you a proper washing when we arrive.” He continued.

Keeping an arm out for his boyfriend to use for support, he pulled out a decent sized cloth from the bag he had on his back. He knelt down and wiped off any excess liquid on the alchemist’s lower half with ease. Albedo almost wanted to cry in a mixture of shame but also relief, he was being treated so gently despite what had just happened.

Wrapping the now damp cloth in a larger one, Kaeya put everything back in his backpack and led Albedo to the lab. When they arrived, the blond immediately headed for his living space that was connected to the lab. He began to undress, peeling his long boots and socks off his body with an uncomfortable squelch. He cringed. Then he took off his shorts and boxers, cleaning himself off a bit before putting on a new pair.

Kaeya meanwhile had taken the larger cloth and dipped it in a stored container of warm water, wringing it out a bit before heading into the living space. Albedo sat on his bed, averting his gaze from the cavalry captain as much as possible. Kaeya knelt down once more and wiped off the exposed pale skin, earning a relaxed sigh from the other.

“I’m… I’m sorry you saw me do that…” Albedo apologized softly, looking down at his now cleaner legs. After Kaeya had tossed the cloth into the water to soak, he returned and sat beside the alchemist.

“Like I said before, it was just an accident. They happen to everyone, and it’s nothing to be mortified over. Especially with me.” He says in his soothing voice, laying down on the bed and pulling the other down with him.

“Let’s just relax for a bit before we do anything. I’ll stay here for a few days with you, I don’t have much to do back in the city anyway.” Kaeya suggested. In return, Albedo smiled a little and turned toward the man, cuddling into him.

“I can allow that.” He replies with a little of his own humour in his voice. Maybe things didn’t turn out so bad…

#albedo omorashi #kaeya omorashi #kind of??#bedo’s notepad #genshin omo #genshin omorashi #genshin impact omorashi #omo #omorashi

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Day 36

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1989

Summary: Trapped on the Avengers compound, you and the whole team have been quarantined together for over a month. Of course, it doesn’t help that everyone knows you have feelings for Peter. Well, everyone except Peter. The Avengers decide to play matchmaker in order to prevent another day of awkward teenage flirting. Needless to say, hammers will fly before this quarantine is over.

Notes: Honestly, I got the idea for this from a tik tok.

“Day 213, Captain’s Log.”

“Peter, it’s only been a month.” You scoffed.

“Oh… right.” He dramatically turned back to the camera. “Day 36.”

“Kid, I swear to god if you don’t put that thing away, it’s going over the balcony.” Tony snapped and the rest of the group nodded in agreement. Peter laughed sheepishly.

“Sorry guys.” He stuffed his small video camera in his pocket and you gave him a small smirk. He clapped his hands together. “So, anyone want to play a board game?” It seemed like the entire room groaned in unison. Tony gave him a look.

“Peter, no offense, but I would literally rather do anything than that.”

“Oh you’re going down, Rogers.” Tony glared, rolling his dice. Whoever decided to challenge the billionaire at Monopoly clearly didn’t know what they were getting into. Everyone muttered begrudgingly as he took another building.

You had been stuck at the compound for over a month now because of the virus rampaging in New York. Before it all started, you and Peter were staying with Mr. Stark while your parents and his aunt went to a convention for something or other upstate. Now they were all stuck up there and you were all stuck in here. Even Thor was trapped on earth, forbidden from taking the risk of the virus back to Asgard. The whole gang was here; Natasha and Clint, Bruce and Thor, Rhodey, Steve and, obviously, Tony. Pepper was in the city, driving Tony a little crazy worrying and Wanda and Vision were on vacation in Europe, so they were stuck on their own.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Clint grumbled. He was, understandably, the most unpleasant since he couldn’t go home to see his family.

“My turn.” You announced, reaching over the board for the dice. Peter was closer so he moved to grab them for you. Your hands ended up grabbing each other, making your breath hitch. The room went silent until Peter laughed anxiously and handed you the dice. “T-thanks.”

The adults exchanged glances. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back his disappointed sigh. This is what it had been like for the past 36 days and, since no one had anything else to talk about, it was a much discussed topic once you and Peter were out of the room.

“I can’t take this anymore.” Tony exclaimed, the rest of the room nodding in agreement. “She has to tell him or the awkwardness will kill me.”

“We can’t push her, Tony.” Steve argued. “A crush is a scary thing.”

“I’m not saying to push her…” Tony defended, making a waving motion with his hand. “I’m saying to nudge her.”

“I don’t know, I think I agree with Steve.” Bruce crossed his arms. “I don’t want to be dealing with two hormonal teenagers dating in this house while we’re all stuck here.” Everyone winced, thinking of the implications.

“We’ve got to do something about the goo-goo eyes, though.” Rhodey interjected. “Someone should just talk to her.” Slowly, all heads turned to Natasha. Her eyes widened at their expecting gazes.

“Oh no.” She exclaimed. “No way.”

“Come on, Nat, you’re the only one that she’ll listen to.”

“Just because I’m a woman does not mean we’re going to have some super special girl bonding!”

Yet somehow, she ended up standing in front of your door, feeling everyone’s eyes burn into the back of her head. She was going to kill all of them. Nat quietly knocked on the door, but there was no response.

“I don’t think she heard you!” Tony whisperer- shouted peaking around the corner She gave him a death glare and he ducked back behind the wall. She knocked a little louder.

“Y/N?”

“Come in!” You shouted from inside. Nat cast one last dark look towards the group of men behind her before entering.

You were lounging on your bed, book laid out in front of you. You must have gone through a dozen books already. Reading was better than listening to Tony and Steve bicker over god knows what.

“Hey,” Nat greeted, poking her head in the door.

“Hey,” You put the book away and sat up, giving her space to sit down. You saw the uncomfortable smile on her lips and your head tilted curiously. “What’s going on?”

“I need to… talk to you about something.” She almost looked like she was in pain, which just made you worried.

“Is everything okay? Is something wrong?”

“I’m going to kill them.” She muttered under her breath before giving you an even more uncomfortable smile. “No, everything’s fine. The guys and I were just noticing that you seem to have a certain… attachment to Peter.” She chose her words carefully, but it didn’t make the situation any better. Your eyes went wide.

“Oh.” There was a long moment of silence until she finally couldn’t take it.

“It’s driving all of us crazy!” She blurted. “Him smiling at you, you smiling at him, neither of you even realizing it, and we’re all sitting there waiting for you to realize it. I mean, good god, it’s like watching a romantic comedy except none of us want to be a part of it!” She gasped, taking a deep breath after her rant. You stared at her with your mouth hanging open slightly. She sighed. “I’m sorry. Being cooped up has been stressing me out, especially with those idiots.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” You fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t realize that it was that obvious.” Nat chuckled, laying back next to you.

“If it makes you feel better, it’s pretty obvious on his side too.”

You turned your head towards her, your eyes wide as saucers.

“Y-you think that Peter… Likes me?” You gasped. She raised her eyebrows.

“Are you kidding? The boy has the definition of puppy-dog eyes whenever he’s around you.” She put her hands behind her head and she felt the awkwardness start to fade away. “Peter is crazy about you. The two of you are just too shy to tell each other.”

“So what do I do?”

“Talk to him.” She playfully poked your side, making you laugh. “If the guys have to endure one more minute of awkward side glances they’ll implode.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” You groaned, covering your face with a pillow. Nat grabbed the pillow and peaked at your face underneath.

“Hey, you’re a badass who has helped Spiderman take down countless robbers and evil geniuses.” She fully uncovered your face, giving you a reassuring smirk. “I think you can handle an awkward teenage boy.” She put a hand on your shoulder and you felt a burst of confidence break through your nerves. Deep down, you wondered if this is what it was like to have an older sister.

When Nat left, the boys were all waiting impatiently in the living room. She sat down and put her feet up on the ottoman with a coy smile directed at Tony.

“You’re up next, Stark.” She smirked, pointing a finger at him. “You’re in charge of Spidey-Boy.”

It took Tony a while to actually find Peter since the kid was hanging upside down in one of the many gyms that the compound had.

“What the hell are you-” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know, I don’t want to know.”

“Oh, I”m just reading about-”

“I said I don’t want to know.”

Peter jumped down to the floor, brushing back the hair that flopped down in his face. The book he had tucked under his arm was about physics. He was more of a nerd than Tony thought.

“I came to talk to you about Y/N.” Tony finally said after an uncomfortable silence.

“What about her?” He noticed Tony’s discomfort and immediately felt a surge of panic. “What happened? Is she okay?” He stepped towards the door, but Tony put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“She’s fine, kid.” He might as well just say it. “This is about the googly eyes that the two of you can’t stop making towards each other.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about Mr. Stark.”

“Shut up, of course you do. Come on, Pete, you’ve liked her way longer than we’ve all been stuck here.” He crossed his arms, daring the teenager to argue. Peter’s shoulder slumped and he could feel his cheeks turn red.

“Do you think she knows? I mean, I really really like her, but I don’t want to mess up our friendship because that means a lot to me and-”

“Woah, slow down.” Tony interrupted, taking a deep breath. “First of all, this girl is crazy about you. Secondly, if you two keep avoiding your feelings for each other, that’ll ruin your friendship faster than pursuing a relationship will.” Damn, he was good at this. Maybe he should write a book.

Peter gave him a sideways smile, still unsure of what to do. He didn’t have time to figure it out, however, watching you approach the door of the gym through the glass.

“Good luck kid.” Tony chuckled, leaving so that the two of you could talk alone.

“Hey,” You greeted, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt nervously.

“H-hi.” He stammered, playing the hem of his sweatshirt.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, me too.” You both seemed to hold your breath before you blurted out at the same time.

“You go first.” You felt all of the blood rush to your face. Peter gulped.

“I… I really like you, Y/N.” He said softly. “I have for a really long time and I haven’t said anything because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. But being stuck here with you has made me realize that… it doesn’t matter where I am. I could be quarantined on some island somewhere, but as long as you’re with me, I’ll be happy.” He took your hand in his and you felt your heart flutter wildly in your chest. “W-what were you going to tell me?”

“You’re a badass.” Natasha’s voice gave you enough courage to close the space between you and Peter and crash your lips into his. You felt him smile and he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer into his cozy embrace.

Tony went back into the living room feeling pretty impressed with himself.

“Well that should take care of everything.” He announced with a proud smirk.

“Fantastic! I can show him all of the ways to woo her.” Thor said triumphantly. Steve, however, had a different reaction.

“Wait, you just left them alone?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah?” Tony replied not really seeing the problem.

“Tony, you can’t just leave two teenagers who just confessed their feelings for each other alone in a very large, very easy to hide in, facility.” Steve started to pace, trying to think of all of the places that could be used for secret fondue-ing. Tony scoffed.

“Come on! It’s Peter! He wouldn’t do anything that I wouldn’t-” He paused, realizing what he was saying. “Oh no.”

“I tried to warn you.” Bruce sighed. Steve and Tony started to argue over parenting tactics. Clint and Natasha exchanged a look.

“When did we become so involved in the love lives of two teenagers?” Nat groaned. Clint just shook his head.

“Let’s just hope this quarantine ends soon before-”

“That’s enough, Stark!”

“Oh I haven’t even started, Spangle-Boy!” Tony and Steve were getting closer when a blur of silver shot in between them. There was a loud clang as Thor’s hammer hit the wall.

“There shall be no fighting… without me.” Thor yelled. Nat buried her head in her hands. Clint was right. If they didn’t get out of lockdown soon, Peter and Y/N’s sex lives would be the least of their problems.

General Tag: @rae-gar-targaryen ; @takemepedropascal ; @childhood-imagination

Marvel Tag: @bensolocanbesaved

#the avengers #tony being a dad #nat being a big sister #peter parker x reader #quarantine #this is how i'm surviving

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 4 years

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You can’t be my soulmate!

So, I kinda got a sugar rush when I was watching a tiktok compilation on youtube. And the idea of the first words but with multiple people popped in my head. So I decided to do a lil snippet. I may still have too much in my system but eehhhhhhh just makes my brain go zoom!

Warnings: Misgendering, manipulation, a mention of homophobia, mention of disownment

What are you laughing at hot topic? haunted each day that Virgil didn’t find his soulmate.

I love the new outfit caused Roman to switch up his attire everyday he could, but being a well-known actor made that a common sentence. Not a very common first sentence luckily.

Thanks, why wear those gloves? shamed Ethan every time they removed the aforementioned gloves.

___

I fiddled with my newest piercing, the third on my ears. I had gotten it less than two months ago, which had gotten dirty looks from my parents when i saw them. They had disowned me several years prior after learning I was gay, and trans. With a shit-eating grin, I flipped them a double bird. After they turned away in horror, I mounted my motorcycle and roared down the streets. I parked it behind the restaurant I worked at, locking it up on a special pole my brother had installed when I got hired.

“Reeem. Seen our parents lately?” I called as I shoved open the back door. He poked his head back, tilting his sunglasses down as I removed my patchwork hoodie.

“What parents. All you’ve got is me, babes. But, yes. I saw the people who birthed us a few days ago. I assume you ran across them and they disapproved?”

“Of what? My top surgery, new piercing? Answer to that one is all of it” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and waved to one of his partners, Remus. I tapped my ear after tying on an apron. He pulled out his ear so I could see the blue pin in it. I shot a thumbs-up as I straightened my posture to wait on my first table. The first few hours passed in a blur of people I didn’t care to make note of.

“Excuse me, sir. I believe we have a reservation?” A weedy man flagged me down. I raised an eyebrow as I checked the schedule.

“Only one, and that’s for R. Roy. One sec-” I turned around and shouted over my shoulder “Re? What time was the reservation coming in?”

“That’s for m-”

“Uh, 3 o’clock or so” Remus surfaced, cutting off the man.

“I’m afraid I’m here on Mr. Roy’s beh-” The man tried again, this time I cut him off.

“That was twenty minutes ago. And where did Brit go? They were supposed to be doing this”

“EXCUSE ME. I AM HERE TO MAKE SURE MR. ROY’S TABLE IS READY” The man practically screamed, cutting off our conversation.

“Ah, I’m afraid he’ll have to come himself. We only answer to our customers” Re cut in, smiling wide.

“You and I both know that isn’t true you idiot” An almost-familiar voice accompanied the man himself.

“RoRo!” My sibling-in-law immediately brightened, scooping the smaller man into a hug. I chuckled behind one hand as the man made breathless protests. When he was at last released, my laughter got louder because it was the Roman Roy, and his appearance was all mused up now.

“I’m so sorry sir! I’ll go get your backup right now!” The assistant started to buzz nervously around the famous man, reminding me of a fly.

“No, no. I’ll be fine. This is a family place, so it’s not a big deal if I look a little messed up” He soothed, waving the man out the door. My laughter had not ceased by the time he had turned his attention to me.

“What are you laughing at hot topic?” I clasped my wrist as the words tattooed across it flared with heat. I shoved the discomfort down, offering my hand.

“Only your fly-like assistant. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. I’m the younger brother of that idiot’s partner. Or one of them at least” Mr Roy took my hand, shaking it briskly before following Remus to the table near the counter. I pulled down my sleeve to see a name written under my words. Roman. I was soulmates with ROMAN ROY the singer! How did I end up with him. Emile caught me staring numbly as new words appeared beneath the original ones.

“So. Finally met your soulmate?” They asked, a soft smile gracing their features. The smile that had caused my crush all those years ago. I had long grown out of it, but it still held power for their partners and me.

“One of them I guess. It’s Roman Roy” I whispered the last part, showing them my arm. They hummed thoughtfully, messaging their own wrist. Rem had told me about his own experiences all those years ago, but to actually experience it was insane.

“Well, why don’t you go tell him?”

“I...can’t. He didn’t react to me saying anything. It was like I was just another person, y’know?”

“Well, as your sibling-in-law, I say we’re gonna tell him. C’mon” They pulled me after them. I tried to make excuses, but the doctor was in full help mode. There would be no stopping them.

“Uh, what’s up honey?” Re asked, looking confused at the determined march.

“Roman. Good to see you. I found you a soulmate” They yanked me forward as they spoke, lighting up in pride.

“Look, I’m sorry. They’re just re-” I started babbling, reaching my exposed arm up, forgetting it was free for anyone to read.

“That’s my name” A soft voice interrupted me. Then a whoop from Re shattered the shock.

“Lil’ bro! Look at that, two siblings, two chance meetings in this restaurant!”

“What did you say your name was-ow!” He cried out as words burned into his arm. Only your fly-like assistant -Virgil appeared beneath another set of words.

“I- Virgil. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. And it looks like we have another soulmate” He scooted over, nodding for me to sit by him. I took it hesitatingly, watching as his hands started moving as Remus drew him back into a conversation. The shop was closed as Roman ate, and paid for the rest of us to join him. I buzzed nervously, playing my my earring once more. It wasn’t until we were cleaning up when Roman approached me.

“So. Uh. Virgil? Would you. Would you w-. Wouldyoubemyboyfriend?” He stammered, so at odds with how he was when in the public eye. I nodded mutely, and he swept me into a hug.

~Elsewhere, A few months later?~

My hands shook as I reached for the top shelf. I wobbled, leaning heavily on my cane. I snarled, planting my cane firmly and stretching for the stuff I had put up there.

“Sir, do you need help?” A woman approached me. I nodded, and she got it down easily.

“Thank you mx-”

“Oh, no. It’s Mrs. Smith. Have a good day sir!” She pranced off, ignoring my protest that I was not a ‘sir’. The fire that had scarred me burned away my gender too. I hoisted the bag onto my good shoulder and walked the opposite way. I did not look forward to returning to the place I was forced to call ‘home’.

“I’m home” I called, opening the door slowly. My girlfriend ran around the corner, beaming.

“Sweetie! I missed you so much! I was gonna be so sad if you hadn’t gotten back so soon!” She nearly yelled, her face dropping slightly at the thought.

“No, I wouldn’t. You know I try to be home as soon as I can” I offered a soothing smile. She took my cane and dragged me after her. She ignored my winces, her face screwed up so she couldn’t see. I kept as quiet as I could until the tv concert of Double R. I beamed as he sung, his current outfit looking so much better on him than the previous. When it had finished, my girlfriend was fast asleep on the opposite side of the couch. On a complete whim, I stood up and limped to the door. Taking my cane, I set out on a walk.

~~~~

“Ro, be careful. You’re easily recognizable” Virgil begged as I stepped outside.

“Don’t worry my storm cloud. I promise to not draw unnecessary attention-” He snorted so I revised my statement with a glare “-I promise not to draw any attention to myself. I’ll be back soon”

“Whatever. I’ll have my phone on me, so call if you get in trouble” He closed the door behind him. We had been dating for a few months, and they’d been the best (and safest, but don’t tell Virgil that) of my life. I couldn’t wait to meet the third member of our soulmate bond though. I drew the hood of my sweatshirt, borrowed from Virge, up over my head. I wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to get some milkshakes before heading back. I bumped into someone as I was putting in my earbuds.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?!” I asked them, and they waved me off.

“Yea whatever” They mumbled to the ground. I offered them a hand up. They took it and when meeting my eyes, just stared.

“I love the new outfit!” They finally blurted out. I let out a yelp as my arm suddenly got warm.

“Thanks! I uh, I think you should know that you may be my second soulmate?” I said, drawing back my sleeve to show them my first message. Just like when Virgil’s message had finally appeared on my arm, there was a name there now. Blocky letters spelled out: Ethan.

“I...yea. That’s my name. I’m Ethan! Ethan Snips. They/them please” they spoke hurriedly. I nodded, sweeping them up into a hug.

“C’mon! You’ve gotta meet your other soulmate now” I smiled as they stared in disbelief when my own first sentence to them appeared with my name.

___

I was soulmates with Roman. Roy! And there was a third person. I obviously needed to meet them as I had their message left. But I had two soulmates and one of them is famous!

“Wait I- nevermind. Please, just take me to meet them” I smiled, limping after him as quickly as possible. He bought three milkshakes, which he rudely refused to give me mine until we got back. We were near his trailer when I heard her.

“She doesn’t sound happy” Roman turned nervously towards the sound.

“No, she isn’t. Hurry, please” I nearly shoved him in my haste to get away.

“Bad?” He asked, meeting my eyes. I noticed he didn’t even seem to register my scars

“Very bad” I nodded, raising a hand up towards my blind eye as if it would keep her from coming.

“HELP! SECURITY!” He screamed at the top of his lungs before scooping me up and running. I yelped, clinging to my cane and the arm wrapped around my chest.

“Princey, you idiot, what did you do!” A dark haired man appeared, one hand already on his hip.

“Reeescued someone?” Roman smiled charmingly.

“You idiot. He’s pretty, so I can see why you wanted to be knight in shining armor”

“No, you’re prettier. Handsome! Like the moon” I mumbled dazed.

“Thanks, why wear those gloves?” I saw his frazzled gaze on my threadbare gloves. I clapped one hand to my arm where warmth radiated suddenly. I raised my cane in answer.

“This is Ethan! Our second soulmate! Uh, they/them. I need to explain to the head of security why I uh...just screamed. Have fun!” Roman dashed out the door.

“I’m Virgil. I’m assuming that was your mark suddenly warm, so my name should be under it” He sat a few feet away, playing with a small ball. I checked, and that was true. He didn’t move any closer or try to continue the conversation. It seemed like his question was more of a defense mechanism than him actually asking.

“Virgil?”

“Hm? What’s up?” He looked up.

“What’s your family like?” There was a small chuckle as he picked up the ball and started tossing it between his hands.

“Well, I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about my parents. They disowned me a few years back. My older brother Remy basically raised me anyways. He married Ro’s older sibling, and Dr. Picani. I work at the restaurant they own. I met Ro a few months back when he came in, and we started dating”

“Oh.” I traced the end of my shoe in thought.

“Here. A secret for a secret? I’ll you something most people don’t know about me for something about you?”

“Uh, sure. My middle name is Daniel”

“Ohhhh that’s kinda sweet! Well, I’m trans”

“Huh. And once again society has made equal exchange impossible”

“Ah! I see we have a philosopher” Roman came back in, kicking off his shoes and handing out replacement milkshakes.

“Yea. it happened aft-After a certain`”

“You don’t have to tell us if you’re not ready. We have time” Virgil interrupted me.

“No. No, I want it in the open. I was caught in a fire, which caused serious damage to most of my left side, and my hands” I pulled off my gloves, showing the scars that across them. Virgil reached over, offering a hand in invitation. I shook my head and he withdrew it without comment. I already felt safer with these two than I had with anyone else.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic roman #sympathetic virgil #manipulation #prinxieceit

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emeraldtawny · 4 years

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My Ikemen Vampire OCs

Been a while since I’ve done anything with OCs and I’m not sure if I’ll be using these boyos in fics or the like. I just wanted to add my own suitors based on some historical figures that caught my attention and thought would be cool to bring back as sexy vampires uwu~

Picrew used can be found here.

Marco Polo

Thomas Jefferson

Sigmund Freud

~Details under the cut~

Marco Polo

The Wide-Eyed Explorer

Adventurous x Oblivious

“Life's all about finding something out there in this great wide world that hasn't been discovered yet. How about it, Signorina? Want to take the risk with me?”

An explorer renowned for his treks from Europe to Asia, his documentation of his travels are known the world over. Yearning for knowledge yet grounded in his ideals, he enjoys exploring this “distant future” of 19th century France and pauses to marvel at every detail and moment he can. He accepted the taste of immortality so he could further explore the world. However, the dynamic, rocky expanse of love is one journey even the great Marco Polo wasn’t prepared for.

Birthday: September 15th

Height: 177cm (5’9”)

Occupation: Merchant

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Exploring, Collecting trinkets (hoarding), Taking notes

Dislikes: Staying indoors

Specialty: Storytelling, Charisma

Weaknesses: Lying

Favourite Food: Pasta

Hated Food: Ginger

Pet: Monkey named Viaggio

Random Tidbits

Wears two dangling coin earrings, as a symbol of the currency he knew before learning of and introducing paper money to Europe.

Responsible for bringing noodles - and consequently, pasta - back to Italy. One of his proudest accomplishments, he says.

Gets incredibly pouty when people doubt his memoirs or if he even made it to China at all.

Is endlessly fascinated by the different culture of this “new world” and will ask endless questions to gain knowledge.

Gets flustered and oddly prideful over how many other important figures of history looked to his experiences to guide them (Of course, he is most proud of the children’s game named after him).

Most of his memoirs were written in prison and by his cellmate. *A/N: hmmm, I wonder who comes back to smite him :3*

Is uncharacteristically frugal and likes to hoard any “unique” treasures he finds (most of them are commonplace items, but rare to Marco).

Favourite Place To Bite: Shoulder. He just gets incredible pleasure sinking his teeth into the flesh of the shoulder, and it works in tandem to muffle the groans that threaten to slip through his lips as he feeds. And if they bite him back on his shoulder, he is gone. His arms will always be snaked around their waist and whether he’s pressed against their back or front, he’s absorbed in his feeding so fully that sometimes he doesn’t know when to pull back until it’s too much.

Associates With:

Leonardo - The pureblood quite enjoys the boundless vibrant energy of his fellow Italian, and is more than happy to show him around the city and listen to the younger man’s detailed recounts of what he’s seen. They fuel each other’s insatiable need for new things to learn.

Dazai - Enjoys teasing him for his cluelessness about the world. The mansion’s residents don’t know whether to intervene, as both seem oblivious to the other’s intentions in their odd conversations.

Sebastian - Usually on the butler’s bad side for the constant clutter of “souvenirs” he always returns with. However, is rewarded with the whimsical story recounting of THE Marco Polo, so it isn’t all bad.

How He Met MC

After MC had attended dinner and was making her way to Comte’s room, she almost gets knocked off her feet as she collides with someone whilst lost in thought. Things fall to the floor and she quickly apologises and kneels down to help pick up the fallen items. As she lifts her head, she’s met with a head of white wispy locks and kind ice-blue eyes staring back at her behind his round spectacles. He takes the things back from her and they both return to their feet. “Grazie Mille, Signorina.” He says through a grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. You must be new around here.”

“Oh, um--”

(Is he a famous figure of history too? He looks nice enough.)

Her thoughts are cut off as Sebas comes into the hallway and seems ready to scold the young man for bringing in another assortment of useless trinkets. He pouts a little and says that these are unique and a brand new discovery that he must look into for their use. Sebas sighs, notices MC and asks if he has introduced himself to her yet. He blinks and exclaims in realisation before turning back to MC with a sheepish, boyish grin.

“It seems I forgot to introduce myself to you, Signorina. My name is Marco Polo. I’m a merchant and an explorer.”

(M-Marco Polo?!)

After MC learns the truth about the mansion and its residents, she’s on her guard as she walks aimlessly around the mansion, avoiding everyone she can for fear of them biting her. She stops as she passes the archive at the sound of a happy tune being hummed. She peeks in to see Marco cross-legged on the floor with a pile of junk in front of him. Yet the way he’s observing each piece makes her believe every single one is an irreplaceable treasure. He adjusts his glasses and inspects the map in his hands with an inquisitive gaze, his excitement of a new discovery at his fingertips vibrant and infectious.

She’s so lost watching him that she hardly realises that she’s entered the archive, her feet naturally bringing her towards him. He stops humming and turns to meet her curious eyes with a wink.

“Oh! Perfecto! Just the woman I was hoping to see!”

He says it so heartfeltly that she feels her heart leap.

“Would you happen to know what these are? Since you’re from the future, you’d likely have a better idea than me.”

She hesitantly sits down across from him, still unsure yet compelled to help him, the kind, yearning aura surrounding him too strong to resist. [First CG of them looking over the pile of junk. Marco gesturing wide as he imagines the uses of a simple silver spoon and MC staring at him like “...it’s a spoon, not a lightning rod.”]

As she listens to him, she asks him why he finds joy in collecting these everyday items. He blinks at her...before bursting out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Really I am. It’s just I never get tired of hearing that question. To me, that question means that there are people out there who have grown accustomed to what’s around them. So much so that something they see every day has lost its beauty to their eyes. I truly believe that everything out there - discovered or not - has a story, a meaning. No matter how mundane it may be, everything has a unique beauty in this world.”

(That’s...such a wonderful outlook on life.)

...

Thomas Jefferson

The Repentant Sinner

Awkward x Earnest

“I cannot see the merits of wanting to get to know me. So, why can’t I stop you from doing so?”

A diplomat and a scholar, the one thing Thomas Jefferson cannot say he is versed in is the art of conversation. Despite this, he isn’t shy. He simply prefers to observe and document what is around him. Intelligent and soft-spoken, he seems to be more driven in his immortal life despite his tremendous accomplishments in his human life. What so greatly motivated him to be reborn as a vampire?

Birthday: April 13th

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Occupation: Diplomat don't mention the P-word

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Writing, Violin

Dislikes: Public speaking

Specialty: Writing documents (in silence)

Weaknesses: Conversation, His reputation

Favourite Food: Vegetables (selective vegetarian)

Hated Food: Liver

Pet: Mockingbird named Quill

Random Tidbits

Can speak 4 languages (English, Latin, French and Italian) and can communicate through writing in a further two languages (Greek and Spanish).

Wears multiple rings and a wrist cuff on his right hand, as he had dislocated his wrist in his human life yet the bones failed to set right when healing. The discomfort continues as a vampire, though less painful.

His voice is quiet, mellow and of a tenor pitch. He can barely string more than three sentences together unless speaking in private and about a topic he is knowledgeable in.

Developed mild insomnia since becoming a vampire. Coupled with his periodic headaches, some days he will be completely inconsolable.

Enjoys writing and listening to his mockingbird sing in the comfort of his room.

Completely freezes and nearly breaks down when reminded of the dark underbelly of his legacy.

Has no less than four feather quills on his person wherever he goes.

Favourite Place To Bite: Fingers. Feeding on a body part with a smaller surface area helps him pace himself and prevent more harm than necessary. But he truly enjoys piercing his fangs into the tip of the index and middle fingers, giving a cursory suck before withdrawing and taking the fingers into his mouth to suck them that way; he doesn’t wish to harm anyone with his bites if he can help it. Of course, sometimes he can’t help it when he’s lost in bloodlust.

Associates With:

Isaac - Enjoys his quiet companionship. They usually sit in the archive together, working on their different projects in complete silence.

Napoleon - Occasionally goes to the Frenchman requesting a feather from his eagle to make into a new quill. Napoleon agrees under the condition he helps him teach the schoolchildren, something he begrudgingly agrees to.

How He Met MC

The first time she meets Thomas is at her welcoming dinner. She baulks slightly at the height of him and the broad set of his shoulders being accentuated by his perfectly fitted dress shirt. He meets her gaze and nods politely towards her before taking his seat and idly staring down at and fiddling with his rings. She whispers to Napo if she somehow offended him, but he assures her that that’s just how Thomas is; not the best at striking up a conversation.

When introductions come up, he’s one of the last to speak and definitely the least enthusiastic. He clears his throat softly and makes eye contact with MC, his gaze oddly intense as if forcing himself to meet her eye.

“Thomas Jefferson. Diplomat. A pleasure.”

(Thomas Jefferson. He was important in American history if I remember correctly. Can’t say I know much more than that.)

When Sebas (and Arthur) get it through MC’s head that she’s now in a mansion of vampires, she immediately runs out of the kitchen and just panic runs. She ends up in the foyer and almost collapses with relief because she can finally escape this place. Before she can reach the door, however, she realises there’s someone else right in front of the door, pacing back and forth as if in a trance.

(Oh great. They have someone on guard as well? Even more reason to get out of here!)

She tries to slip by, but the man notices her and stops his pacing to stare at her, saying nothing. MC feels overwhelmed by his gaze and starts to shake. His eyes widen and he goes to reach for her.

“Are you--?”

“Get away from me! Vampire! Monster! Don’t touch me!!”

She swats his hand away and makes a break for the door, but Thomas grabs her around the waist, pinning her arms down. She thrashes and begins to feel tears pricking her eyes when Sebas emerges. Thomas turns to him and asks him to take the young lady to her room. He immediately releases her from his hold and whispers a soft “I apologise for scaring you.” before walking back to his room with long strides.

Back in her room, she reflects on what happened and realises that his grip on her wasn’t tight enough to harm her and instead, he was likely as panicked as she was.

(Even if he is a vampire, it was clear he was trying to protect me. And I called him a monster…)

The next day, she asks Sebas to show her where Thomas’ room is so she can apologise to him. Sebas says to try the archive instead and shows her the way. She knocks on the door and peeks inside.

Sitting at a desk and brandishing a feather quill, Thomas writes like his life depends on it, his eyes - while still heavy and tired with dark circles - seem focused with an intensity that leaves MC dumbfounded. [First CG of him deep in his scribing, unaware of the pretty lady who watches him with her attention rapt.]

(He writes as if he’s possessed. I feel like if I interrupted him now, I’d be ruining the very nature of his being.)

She waits until he lets out a soft sigh and sets down his quill. When he finally notices her presence, he blinks, a deer in the headlights. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Um...can I help you?”

...

Sigmund Freud

The Cold Elitist

Analytical x Insatiable

“Such honest eyes. Yet such boring simplicity in your actions and thoughts.”

An Austrian neurologist whose work helped to shape modern psychology. His work with brains and how they shape our conscious and unconscious mind - his book The Interpretation of Dreams using his own brain as the study - made him observant and insightful; in a holier-than-thou way in most cases. He is private and distancing, yet fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy enough to be close to him. His own findings concluded that personality and unconscious thoughts cannot be so easily swayed. Until he meets you...

Birthday: May 6th

Height: 180cm (5’10”)

Occupation: Neurologist (despises the term psychologist being attributed to him)

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Smoking cigars, People watching, Reading

Dislikes: Being referred to by his first name (Call him Freud or you’ll get one hell of a death stare)

Specialty: Psychoanalysis, Picking apart people’s thoughts

Weaknesses: Accepting defeat or wrongdoing, Smiling through his eyes

Favourite Food: Artichoke

Hated Food: Anything American

Pet: Frog named Ego

Random Tidbits

He has a pet frog because of his early work as a medical student, where he studied frog brains to determine the difference between vertebrate and invertebrate brains. And named his pet after one of the terms he coined of the human psyche, representing the balance of our desires and morality.

Used to smoke cigars heavily, so much so that he developed mouth cancer which led to his eventual human death. Picked the habit back up again after being revived as a vampire.

Had a therapy dog when he was human. Sneaks pets to Vic and King whenever he can.

Was quoted saying “The goal of all life is death.”, yet accepted the offer to be granted eternal life (he chuckles bitterly at himself over this fact).

Was a firm Shakespeare sceptic and remains so into his vampire life. Any conversation he has with Shakespeare usually ends with him bad-mouthing him in German and proclaiming that the Earl of Oxford was the true writer of his plays.

Continues to write books about his discoveries, yet keeps them unpublished.

Is joked as being sex-obsessed (by Arthur of all people), but stands by his claims that sexual wishes and desires play into how a person’s mentality is shaped.

Favourite Place To Bite: Stomach. The way the muscles flex and spasm around his fangs is exquisite in every meaning of the word. He enjoys slowly sliding the blouse up, letting his hands trail slowly to feel the goosebumps that prickle on the skin, before biting right on the curve of the waist.

Associates With:

Comte - The one man who may call him by his first name. Feels indebted to him for another chance at life.

Mozart - Short yet calm conversations between the two Austrians happen every so often; about what, who can say?

Arthur - Pesters Freud for psychoanalytical techniques he can incorporate into his Holmes novels. Gives him the bare minimum to leave him alone. Absolutely loathes the nickname the Brit gives him (“Siggy”).

How He Met MC

When MC first encounters him, Freud is at the dining table with Mozart, Theo, Vincent and Isaac. As soon as he hears the commotion and she enters for dinner, he abruptly stands and leaves without a word, only sparing a cold stare that she feels in the pit of her stomach.

Her first true encounter with him is after Sebas tries to tell her that her housemates are vampires and she runs into him in the hallway. She notes that his eyes of metal run just as cold as the first time she met his gaze, but she still tries to greet him (Comte told her about him briefly at dinner, saying his name is Sigmund). When she addresses him as such, his lips twitch in distaste and harshly tells her not to call him that.

Being MC, she bites back a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

”For a meek little thing, you certainly try to bark, don’t you?”

“Hey, I don’t need another person in this mansion referring to me as a dog!”

“Hm. Very well then, Rotznase.”

(Did....did he just call me a brat?!) *A/N: no, MC. He called you a snot-nosed brat*

She goes to bite back again, but something in his eyes stops her dead. Like they can see into her soul, see the exact way her brain ticks. He exudes a harsh aura that makes her want to run, but the power of his eyes on her has her paralysed, like a predator staring down its defenceless prey. He scoffs at her before asking if she knows what he is. When she doesn’t respond, he sighs in annoyance before grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the wall, hard. [First CG of this kabedon-strangling hybrid. 2/10, not sexy and probably hurts too much.]

”You’re a foolish little girl. And unfortunate in your luck. If you had crossed paths with any of the other beasts in these halls, you may have gotten away with nothing more than nightmares.”

His hand on her throat tightens, constricting her windpipe and cutting off her air supply, the petrified horror in her eyes only increasing as he bares his fangs to her.

”I am not a lenient man, I never have been. And this is no dream. You’re just an unlucky human. No offence intended.”

Just as his hand tightens further and he leans over her, Arthur of all people is the one to save her. He grabs Freud’s collar and yanks him back, barking at him not to scare the bird. Freud only gives an annoyed huff before strolling away as if he never had any part in it. MC loses strength in her knees and passes out from fear, and Arthur brings her to her room before heading to Comte to tell him what occurred.

The following day, Comte invites MC out to the garden for a chat. He confirms that the residents are all men of history brought back from death as vampires, and he apologises for Freud’s less than savoury approach at drilling the message in.

”Listen well, ma Cherie. The men in this mansion may be vampires, but they all show restraint. Sigmund, however, is an unusual case. He is prone to frenzies, where he’s so consumed with bloodlust that he cannot control himself. For your own safety, I would suggest having as little contact with him as possible.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #original characters #ikevam marco #ikevam thomas #ikevam freud #I'll make tags for them just in case I decide to do anything more with these guys #I've gotten this far so might as well right? bgedngf #lowkey-highkey thinking of commissioning someone to draw them #I've got outfits in mind for them...tho tbh this picrew had clothes quite similar to what I wanted #we'll see..anyway enjoy my pride and joy vamp bois ^w^

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floralseokjin · 5 years

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you take the college nerd’s virginity

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut; kissing, hand stuff, oral, unprotected sex, soft because that’s what i am for this seokjin (just seokjin in general really)… jin is in glasses! words | 6,119

“Hmfgh.” Seokjin makes a sigh of pleasure slash discomfort under you. It’s probably because he’s sporting the hardest erection that you’ve ever felt. It’s trapped in his slacks, pressed against your underwear as you grind on it in tight circles.

A peculiar predicament to be in for a Tuesday afternoon. It’s definitely not a regular one anyway. You’ve been a constant in Seokjin’s bedroom a couple of days out of the week for a month now. Busy working on a very important class assignment worth 40% of your grade. You’d been paired up to complete it together, but thiswasn’t part of it.

Kim Seokjin had never been a guy you found yourself particularly giving any attention to until then. You knew him by class association, but he had his friends and you had yours. They didn’t really mix. Seokjin was, for lack of a better word, a nerd, which doesn’t bother you in the slightest. It just meant your lives rarely merged. Until a month ago, of course.

You soon found out he was insanely funny, a bit of a goofball who wasn’t afraid to act an idiot in front of you, and, most shockingly to you, how incredibly attractive he was. You’d never noticed how much his eyes sparkled, hidden by his glasses. The way they blinked slowly when he was concentrating, or how beautiful his smile was… how cute his nose was, especially when it wrinkled absentmindedly.

Your attraction to him came as a surprise, mainly because how hadn’t you noticed how good looking he was before?! Maybe it was the different coloured sweater vests he chose to wear each day that were unappealing? But anyway, you chose to ignore the draw to him. Nothing would ever really come of it, so what was the point? At least you’d obtained a friendship through it, one you hoped lasted long after the class project—even if it was just over social media or a short hello in passing.

But somewhere down the line, you think you began flirting with one another. You were definitely flirting with him anyway, unable to stop, it came naturally. Deluded maybe, it seemed he did the same. He purposely joked around with you because he knew it made you giggle. He liked that sound. He told you numerous times. He sat close, on his bed where you’d long ago found yourself getting comfy, nudged you with his shoulders, leant in to view what you were working on, the scent of his cologne making you light headed in the best possible way. He ordered your favourite take-out, offered to drive you home, text you random jokes that were without a doubt the shittiest to exist, but because it was him, you found them hilarious. Everything he did made you smile. It was a little embarrassing. You were soon realising Kim Seokjin was just your type.

And that’s how it all accumulated, building up and up, until there was nowhere for it to really go apart from this.

Here. Now. You sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, his around your middle as you made out heavily. Well... of course there were other ways it could’ve gone. You could have spoken clearly and obviously about the obvious flirtation between the two of you. Perhaps shared a kiss, made plans to go on a date. But the air around you was too heavy, steam well and truly needing to be blown.

So here you are. The why and how absolutely hilarious. Twenty minutes ago Seokjin had received a message from his friend, Yoongi. Your eyes were never supposed to see it but his phone was left unlocked by your side, Seokjin distracted as he wrote his notes. You were so shocked to see the blatant porn link light up the screen your eyes had bulged and you’d blurted it out before you could stop yourself. Seokjin had never moved so fast, lunging forward to grab the device, tops of his ears red. But it was too late. Not that there was any need for embarrassment. You don’t particularly know how it happened. How the teasing and jesting turned to kissing. But it did and neither of you were complaining.

“Put your hands on me,” you murmur, lips sticky, grabbing one of his hands to lift under your tank top.

In the forefront of your mind you're hyper aware of one thing. Seokjin is a virgin. He wasn’t particularly bashful to admit that when the topic of college dating life and parties arose weeks ago, and you haven’t really given it much thought since. You know plenty of people who haven’t had sex yet. It’s just now...is kinda a different story. You don’t know where this is heading, but it’s getting harder to ignore his boner with each passing second.

His hand freezes around you, unsure how to continue. “Seokjin, they’re just boobs. They won’t bite.” You giggle slightly, covering his hand with yours over the fabric of your top to press him down. “Squeeze them.”

He obliges, reaching up to meet your lips again, and soon you’re kissing like you’ve never stopped. His other hand slips under too, cupping the soft flesh, thumbs catching your hardened nipples before he’s curiously toying with them.

That feels good, and you moan sweetly, circling your crotch a little harder into his. He breaks away to eye you curiously. “Do you like that?” To stress, he pinches the left nub slightly. You jerk, nodding your head. He looks ecstatic.

“God,” you groan. “I want you.” The pressure between your legs is getting a little difficult to ignore.

“You have me,” he replies simply. Almost as if he’s puzzled. Your belly does a little jump in excitement. He’s giving you the go ahead, right? To take this further.

You drop your mouth to his ear the same time one of your hands slides to his crotch, cupping his erection. The fabric of his trousers is a little damp. Your doing. Whoops. You feel him hold his breath. “Seokjinie, you’re so hard.” That does it. Has some type of effect on him. His much-needed breath hitching.

You’ve always found it cute how he refers to himself as the nickname online, and you’ve always wondered how he’d react if someone else called him it. Someone like you. You have your answer. Only it’s a little heightened seeing as his dick is getting touched right now.

“Should I take care of it for you?” You ask, pulling back, his blonde hair tickling your nose as you go.

“Y-yeah,” he nods, seemingly eager. “Yes, please.”

You laugh a little. “There’s no need to say please.” He stays quiet, distracted with how you’ll move next.

Your fingers brush over his fly front ever so carefully, and he looks down, making something of a whimper when he sees the darkened spot where you’ve soaked him. You shrug a little shyly. “The grinding made me a little wet.” His eyes inadvertently drop to your skirt. He nibbles on his lower lip.

“Are you definitely sure about this?” You press, needing to absolutely make sure he wants this and wouldn’t regret it ten minutes from now.

He nods resolutely. “If you stop now I’ll actually spontaneously combust.”

You try to suppress a grin but fail. “Well, I wouldn’t want that...” You really have no other choice but to undo his zipper...

You lift his shirt from out his trousers before sliding them down around his butt, a little down his thighs, so you can see his underwear and ever so eagerly remove his dick. Nothing can prepare you for the surprise. It shows on your face as you freeze, eyes glued to what’s wrapped in your fist.

“What’s wrong?” He almost panics, attempting to sit up straighter.

You stop him. “Jin.....” You awe, blinking up at him. “You’re so big.”

A blatantly easy move in normal circumstances, but you aren’t even lying. How is he still upright with a thing so thick and long in his pants?!

He opens his mouth then closes it. Like a goldfish. He tries again. “I didn’t... I didn’t realise.”

Cute. “How will I stop myself from jumping your bones?” You say candidly.

“Don’t stop yourself,” he blurts. Almost cocky, before he corrects himself. “I mean. I honestly wouldn’t mind.”

You smile and squeeze your fist around the base of his length. “Oh.” He lets out, rigid at the sudden pleasure.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” you tell him, running your palm along him once. “You could still spontaneously combust at any moment.” You add, teasing him.

He is silent for the most part, jaw slack as he watches your hand glide up and down him slowly. The foreign touch of someone else’s hand rendering him speechless. Like you can’t help it, you reach forward to connect your mouths again, loving it when he lets out a shaky exhale. You use your thumb to circle the precum that has collected along the tip, making him groan. He seems to like that; an extra lubrication. It gives you an idea.

“Hang on,” you pause, pulling away to hitch your other hand up your skirt, dragging a finger inside your underwear.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes wide, head almost moving side to side to get a better look. The action makes you almost giddy.

“Getting you wet,” you smirk, now smearing your coated fingers into his dick. The sensation makes his hips jump, and you jerk your fist tighter. A little faster. He moans. “Does that feel good?” You cock your head to the side.

“Yeh...” He breathes. He reaches for your mouth this time, his hands coming out for your hips as his tongue parts the seam. Your thighs squeeze around his, steadily picking up your pace until he’s getting distracted and can no longer concentrate on kissing you. You both breathe heavily, faces close together.

“Your glasses have steamed up,” you giggle, amused at the sight of the foggy lenses. He chuckles quietly but it tapers into a broken sigh. His thighs are stiffening underneath you and his dick is hot to the touch, pulsing in your hand with each pump. He’s close. You can tell, and maybe your intention was once to stop and take it one step further, but he looks so good right now, lips puffy and pink, eyes half shut, expression distorted from the sheer pleasure you’re giving him… It feels amazing to make him feel so good… Turns you on even more.

“I’m...” He attempts, twisting in your grip. “I’m...g-gonna–” His words are cramped, and he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you feel the hot liquid spurt down your fingers and hand. You keep pumping him through it, making sure to get every last drop out, to extend his indulgence. And yours. His face looks so pretty when it’s dazed like that. You slowly come to a halt, but keep your fist at the base, his cum now congealing against your skin.

“Awh, shit,” he exhales, out of breath, voice thick, as he looks down at the mess. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” you shrug, pecking his mouth. Most if not all, landed on your hand. It could’ve definitely been worse. “Was it good?”

“Yeah, it was amazing,” he beams, your cheeks heating up when he reaches to cup one gently. “You’re amazing.” He kisses you. Gentle, but pretty hard. If that’s possible. He makes it possible.

“Do you have a tissue?” You whisper, feeling him finally soften fully in your hand, and you want to let him go but you also don’t want to get his cum on his clothes.

“Oh–yeah...” He remembers, sounding awkward. He struggles to reach over to his nightstand, shuffling you with him until his fingers grab for his top drawer and he reaches inside. You let him clean you both up, his hands pretty shaky. Maybe he’s embarrassed, maybe he’s still on a come down. Either way it’s cute. He’s cute.

“Gross,” he cringes at the soiled tissue, reaching to make aim for the trashcan. He hits it perfectly and then puts his dick back in his underwear quickly.

“Noo,” you insist, noticing he’s left a little spot on side of your thumb. You bring it to your mouth, sucking it off. His eyes widen. He looks like he wants to choke, fidgeting under your body again.

“Can I...” He starts, trailing off as he shakes his head. He sounds determined when he rewords. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Your heart flips. A part of you didn’t expect that, even though you want nothing more. Does this mean he could potentially like you? Why else would he be so eager right now? You regard him almost shyly. “What do you want to do?”

He shrugs a little. “Touch you, kiss you...I don’t know. It’s only fair.” He sounds like he’s trying to bargain with you. As if he has too…

“I’d like that,” you nod, rolling to the side and onto your back. Your own eagerness probably showing, but you don’t care.

“Yeah?” He blurts, before composing himself. “Yeah,” he repeats more certain, probably psyching himself up.

He rolls over too, body hovering over yours and you wind your arms around his middle, pressing him into you, loving the warmth of his body. He quickly attaches your mouths, tongue curling against yours. He’s really finding his way now, exploring your mouth, exploring your skin as he trails down your chin. When he finds your neck you instantly squirm, hands running up his back, locking in his hair. It feels so amazing you can’t help but moan.

He takes his time with you. Probably more so for his benefit. Getting used to how this feels. You don’t mind being his experiment, especially when his lips are now kissing and nibbling across your chest. “Is that good?” He asks, hearing you moan a little again.

“Sogood,” you nod, letting your eyes close when he hums in happiness, hands now absentmindedly dipping up his shirt, fingertips digging at his lower back. The skin is smooth and a little clammy. God, you really want him right now, losing yourself with the sensation of his wet mouth.

You come to when you feel a little pain. “Seokjin!” You exclaim, eyes shooting open. “Are you sucking a hickey on my right now?!” You laugh, trying to push at his shoulders to stop him. It’s no use, he’s too strong. “How will I hide it tomorrow?”

He pulls away, admiring his handy work. “Just don’t,” he shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”

No big deal? It’s as if he wantsyou to tell people. What if your friends see it and ask questions? He won’t mind if you tell them? You’re thinking too much. Especially now that his mouth his kissing across your fabric cladded breasts. Your nipples are hard already, visible even with your bra and tank top, and he takes one in his mouth, sucking through the material. “Oh, god,” you sigh when he moves to the next one, his hands tightly gripping your waist, weighed you to the bed.

He pulls away again to see his damage. You do too. Two darkened splodges sit where your nipples are. “That looks ridiculous,” you laugh. You hope it dries by the time you have to leave.

He watches you hesitantly, a hand sliding up your body for his finger to play with your top strap. “Can I... Can I pull it down?” You nod enthusiastically. He does so quickly, your pink lace bra coming into show. You can tell he likes what he sees, but he’d rather it be your bare breasts. “This too?” He nudges the lace. You reply with an impatient squirm.

He likes your nipples. He goes to suck them like he had been doing over your top, but you’re too sensitive, so he slows down, swirling the buds in between his tongue before flicking them rapidly. “Shit,” you gasp, before whining his name. He looks up at you questioningly. “Seokjin, touch me.”

You can’t take much more. You’re a mess, nipples hanging out of your bra flushed and wet. There’s an inferno between your legs, skirt ridden up, panties on show, pressing against his thigh to try and alleviate some of the pressure. You’re two seconds away from flat out grinding against him. “Please,” you implore, grabbing one of his hands and lowering it down your stomach. His pupils widen, and then he moves on his own accord, lifting under your skirt, bypassing your underwear to dip inside it.

Ever so gently his fingertips caress your folds, exploring you with a timid curiosity. It feels so good after all this waiting. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs, voice a little croaky. You are. You can hear it as he brushes up and down. Your hips jerk when he unintentionally finds your clit. He freezes, slowly repeating the motion. “Like this?” He wonders.

You nod again, kinda lost for words right now. He zones in using a circular motion, pleasure tingling your toes. Your opening clenches though, a little desperate for more of him. “You can...” You stop yourself, unsure how to word it without sounding crude. “You can put your fingers inside of me too.”

He swallows almost comically, but slowly slides a finger to your entrance. He’s hesitant when he pushes inside, unsure what to do to make you feel good. You rock your hips into his hand to show him, giving him the motion to follow. “Okay?” He asks after a moment, finger following the curve of your walls as he strokes you into a boneless mess. “Is this fine?”

“Yeah,” you smile lazily, sated from the buzz.

He smiles back and looks between your legs, shifting on his knees as he sighs. “Can I just–” He cuts himself off, removing his hand from your underwear to tug them off. Down the side of his bed. “Getting rid of these stupid things.” You giggle at his determined attitude.

Which all turns to shit when you spread your legs and reveal your centre to him. “Oh, Christ,” he awes, jaw slack. His thumb finds your clit this time, rubbing little figure eights and you moan in shock when he pushes two fingers inside you. He moans back, looking up at you before crawling up your body, finding your mouth. Either your vigorous hip jerking helps, or he just really wants to make you feel good, but soon enough he begins thrusting his digits in you. Your moans encouraging him to continue. He kisses you messily, probably having trouble doing two things at once, but you don’t care. You kiss him back just as disorderly, hands running all over his back. If only you could get him out of his clothes…

His pace gets a little messy as well after a few minutes. He keeps pulling away from your mouth to look down your body. When you meet his eyes, he’s out of breath, cheeks red, lenses of his glasses smudged. “God, I…” he almost whines, looking conflicted.

“What’s wrong?” You demand, kind of worried.

He shakes his head. “I want to know... I want to know what you taste like…” Your heart skips a beat, centreclenching around his knuckles.“Will you let me?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, leaning up on your elbows. “Yes!” Okay, maybe you’re coming off as too eager, but like you said, you don’t mind being his experiment. You’re having too much fun. Getting intimate has never felt so natural.

You watch as he scoots backwards on his knees, hunching over before he looks up your body. He shakes his head, getting back up to slide your skirt from your hips. “Take this.” You take the garment quickly, dropping it down the opposite side of the bed to your underwear. He wants to see up your body. That just gets you even hotter. “I’m taking this shit off too,” he exclaims, grabbing his glasses and throwing them to the pillow next to you.

You giggle, but soon shut up as he gets back down, spreading your legs a little to fit his shoulders between them. You take initiative and fling them over the horizon. He wastes no time. Placing a delicate kiss to your clitoris. He does so a second time. A third, and then you feel the warmth of the tip of his tongue against you. You close your eyes, really wanting to watch him between your legs but would rather not put him off.

You wonder if you should help him out, give him pointers, but it seems all that porn watching paid off. You’d tell him that if you weren’t so speechless. He works diligently and patiently at first, finding out what you like. What each brush of his tongue does to you, and where to do it. He finds the sucking method gets you particularly rowdy. Always has. But not quite like this. He latches on, despite your hips wriggling about, one large hand flattening you to the bed no matter how hard you try to squirm. He uses the other to finger you again. Quickly getting ahold of the multitasking life. He flicks his tongue as his lips stay suctioned around you, and embarrassingly, or maybe not so, he gets you to cum soon after that.

You’re loud. But he likes that. He’s loud too, as he hums into your heat, vigorously eating you out as you howl your cum chant. You have visions of that time he ate cheesecake in front of you. Your mind had drifted to the x-rated even then, and now it definitely is. He eats pussy just as good as he eats desserts. Amazing.

“Oh,” you utter when he finally pulls away from you, intent on getting every last drop of your excess arousal. “Fuck, Jin,” you exclaim, running a hand through your hair as he kneels up. You’re gobsmacked. Who’s the virgin here?

He crawls back up your body, kissing your forehead quickly. The action is full of affection. You’re flustered. “We should be quiet,” he murmurs. “My roommate is home.”

Oops. “Sorry,” you apologise. “Sorry, that was just so good.”

He can’t stop his smile. “It’s okay. I forgot too… I hope he didn’t hear us.”

You’re hardly listening, which you feel guilty about, but you’re still on a high and you’re babbling, wanting him to know how amazing he is. “You made me cum so good. With lips like that why am I surprised,” you giggle breathlessly, ghosting over the stained pout with your fingertips. He smiles again, this time a little shy, burying his face into your hand and soon enough your neck.

You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, until you feel his lips against your skin. His chin is sticky with your arousal and you can smell yourself. Just the fact he hasn’t wiped his face makes your chest feel weird. He’s just happy to do whatever. And he does.

He spends the next ten minutes kissing and touching your body, and you let him explore, because it feels nice, almost like you’re in heaven. Every kiss and caress of you breasts, stomach, thighs… It’s all amazing.

“I’m...” He speaks for the first time in a while, hovering over your body again, dropping his head to nudge the side of your neck with his nose. He seems bashful, talks with a pout. You wrap your arms around him. “I’m hard again. You made me hard again.”

You squeeze him tightly, making him pull back to see your reaction. “What do you want me to do about it this time?” You grin, absentmindedly sweeping his hair from his eyes.

He looks you in the eyes for this, despite the nervousness in his tone. “Will you... Will you have sex with me?” Your eyes widen. Yes, that’s what you want. So badly. But a part of you is still hesitant, this being Seokjin’s first time and all. He carries on. Maybe he thinks he has to persuade you, who knows. Or maybe he just wants to keep talking. Reliving the afternoon. “You felt so good around my fingers. I want to know...”

He trails off, not really needing to explain. He wants to know what it feels like. What youfeel like. “Are you sure?” You ask him softly.

“More than sure,” he replies, kissing you. You kiss him back. “I want you.” His face is just as serious as his voice, and well, you can’t say no to that. He wants you like you’ve wanted him this past hour or so. Wanted him probably longer… Just your conscious wouldn’t let you think it.

“Okay,” you nod, unable to stop the smile and the the giggle that leaves you. You feel giddy. You reach for the bottom of his sweater vest, pulling to tug it off. How is he not boiling to death?! Although his hair is a little plastered to his forehead by now, ends curling by his nose.

He pulls the thick fabric up over his head, quickly moving to meet your lips and you kiss him greedily. He wants this. You want this. There’s nothing holding you back. He wants to share this moment with you. Your heart feels weird. Your fingers shake as you take the buttons on his shirt lose. You get half way but his lips are making you dizzy. You settle for hands caressing his skin, feeling his body. He’s lean, toned, hot, and you need more.

“You sounded so hot just now,” he rushes between each brush of his mouth. “I can still hear it.” You moan, struggling with his shirt still. It’s half way off his shoulder, locked in place. You grunt, settling for running your palms along the broadness. “Want to hear it properly again,” he whispers against your mouth.

Fuck it.You’re impatient. As much as you love kissing him, you can’t wait any longer. Nor can he. You flip him over surprisingly easy. Must have taken him by surprise. His hair spreads against the pillow like a golden halo. He looks like an angel. A very disheveled, but beautiful angel. “How do you want me?” You purr.

He looks equal parts amazed and nervous. “Any way,” he breathes.

“Want me to ride you?” You’re speaking without a filter and he as good as splutters. You love it. You dip your head, mouth against his ear. “Seokjin, you want me to ride that big dick of yours?”

He groans. Whimpers. Grunts. All three. Gripping your elbows as he lifts you up to view your face. “Don’t say shit like that. You’ll make me cum in my pants.”

You grin, shuffling away from him. Backwards, down his body. “I’ll just make you cum again. It’s okay.” He makes a noise. Quieter this time, watches you as you drag his trousers down past his knees. You follow with his underwear, before tearing them both off his feet. You keep his socks on. The image is funny. Besides, you still have yours on too.

Next you go for his shirt again. This time sane enough to unbutton it fully, revealing his beautiful chest. Does he work out? Why hasn’t he ever brought it up in conversation? Although, this month of getting to know him has taught you he doesn’t like to brag. If anything he gets shy when he gets attention, so this must be torture for him… But just imagining Seokjin in the gym does things to you…

He shrugs the garment from his shoulders, letting you paw at him. “You’re so hot,” you utter, staring down his body as you kneel over him.

He chuckles. “I think you’re stupefied.”

“Definitely not,” you insist, tugging at his hands. “Sit up!” He obeys, learning his back against the headboard. Where you’d both started off over an hour ago. You lift your tank top over your head. Unhook your bra, until you’re just as naked as him. He views your body in admiration.

You reach behind you, taking the base of his dick in your palm, stroking him a couple of times to get him ready, only to realise something. “Oh–shit. Wait,” you stare wide eyed at him. “Do you have condoms?”

Of course he wouldn’t. Stupid question. His eyes widen too upon realisation, forlorn as he shakes his head. “I can ask my roommate,” he suggests, but you shake your head. His roommate has probably been able to hears bits and pieces of what’s been going on, so you don’t want to mortify Seokjin even further. Not that he should feel mortified, but it’s his moment. So he can feel whatever he wants.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both good.” You’re so desperate right now you don’t care about safety too much. You’re clean and Seokjin’s a virgin. As long as he doesn’t cum inside you, you’d be fine. (Not always, but your rationality ignores that…). “Just tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“Yeah,” he nods, a little distracted because you’re jerking him again. With intent, hovering over him, ready for landing. “Will do.”

He’s breathless already and you’re holding yours, wondering if your vagina can cope with this type of girth. You sink down, taking the tip and then the head. Seokjin watches wide eyed. Literally watching his dick disappear inside of you. You slowly fuck yourself down on him, taking him inch by inch. Giving him a show because he needs to enjoy his first time. But mostly because he’s so thick and long you’re afraid you’ll feel him in your guts. He grips the sheets to the side of you the whole time, stomach muscles flexing with each movement from you. “Ffuck,” you huff when you finally fuck yourself all the way down, walls spasming around him.

“You okay?” He asks, visibly concerned, reaching to hold your hips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile. “Just, your dick’s a work out.” He looks smug at that. “Enough about me,” you rush, ignoring the burn in pelvis. “Just sit back and enjoy the feeling.”

You push at his chest and he listens, sliding his hands to your thighs as he stares between your legs again. Where he ends and you begin. Or where you end and he begins. Either one sounds good. “Oh, God,” he mutters. His cheeks are flushed, tip of his nose shiny.

You want to fuck him slow. Make him realise what all the talk about sex is about. You want to make him feel as good as possible. You want to make him moan. You want to make him cum. You want him. You want it all. You have him.

You hold onto his chest as you go, feeling it continue to flex underneath you. “Seokjin,” you moan, eyes half closed. “You feel so good inside of me.” He does. He grazes every nerve inside you, gets so deep he could hit your g-spot repeatedly with some speed, but now’s not the time for that. It’s his time. You lean frowned, kissing him chastely. “What do I feel like?”

“Amazing,” he breathes, fingers digging into your thighs. “Soft. Warm. Wet.”

You whine at that, glad he’s having a good time, but also glad you’re the one givinghim the good time. “You can touch me all you want,” you tell him, noticing how impatient his limbs are. “I like it.”

He listens, letting his hands roam your body. He goes for your hips first squeezing them tightly as you bob up and down his length, then your stomach, sitting closer so he can kiss you. His fingers find your nipples, rolling the sensitive flesh between the pads and you give him a sweet moan in return. He likes that. Kiss turning hungry. That’s when his hands find your ass. The first time. He likes what he feels. He squeezes the cheeks tightly, the fingers on one hand dropping downwards to find the base of his dick. He feels himself entering and leaving you for a few moments, moaning loudly, almost purposefully.

“This is like my wildest dream come true,” he confesses out of breath. His eyes are glassy. Drunk on the feeling.

You want to exclaim a really?! That makes you the happiest, but the truth is you don’t have enough mental capacity to do so right now. You can always talk later. You have so much you want to say.

“This is v-very unexpected for me,” you manage to get out instead. Wanting to give him something at least.

He raises an eyebrow, looking worried. His hands hold your back now. “Bad unexpected?”

“Goodunexpected,” you correct, leaning forward to kiss him. “Like, verygood unexpected.” He grins into your mouth, holding you tightly. You’re glad because you’re getting tired now, and if you grind a little in circles like you begin to do so right now, it feels just as good. For him too. He moans into your mouth.

“Can you see?” You giggle, remembering he still has his glasses off.

“This close, yes,” he grins, cupping your face to look at you. “You’re beautiful.”

You smile bashfully, never quite feeling this exposed and vulnerable before, but it just feels right. This allfeels right. You kiss him, grinding quicker, overcome with a sudden sensitivity, a sudden urge. You’re able to use his pubic bone to get yourself off, wet noises between you as you stick to him. You cum still attached to his mouth, pulsing around him, his hands now holding the back of your head, fingers weaved in your hair. It takes you a moment to realise he’s speaking again, so punch drunk with your own pleasure as a panicked hand pushes at your hip.

“I’m g-going to a-again,” he blurts, and you come back around immediately, pulling off him just as the first spurt of cum shoots out. It paints his stomach. Quickly followed by a few more, making a mess of his beautiful body. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaims, a little dazed. He gives you a goofy smile. “Okay, that went everywhere.”

“It’s fine,” you laugh, reaching for a tissue now that you know where he keeps them. He looks so good right now lying on his bed, dick softening against his stained stomach, you almost don’t want to clean him up. But you’re still all warm and tingly from your orgasm. He is too, and you want to cuddle. Once you’re done you aim for his trashcan. You miss.

“You cold?” He asks, not bothering to wait for an answer as he reaches for a blanket at the foot of his bed. “Here.” He says, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smile, immediately going to lie down to share it with him. He pauses when he feels you cuddle up to his arm, maybe in shock, but quickly lifts it so you can snuggle against his armpit. The blanket drapes over his crotch, and you run your fingers along his stomach. You dowant to talk, but this feels so good. The silence is a perfect one, and then he ruins it…

“Give me 20 minutes and I can go again.”

You laugh loudly in disbelief, lifting your head to look at him as if he’s mad. “I don’t want to kill you!”

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I would!” You argue. You’ve only just had a piece of him. He gives you a lazy smile and it’s almost crazy how seductive it is. You’re broken. “Okay,” you say, rolling away to reach for your phone on the nightstand. He waits patiently but curiously as you bring up Google and begin typing. “While you’re collecting yourself, choose one,” you tell him once you’re done, handing him the device.

He looks at the screen, eyes nearly bulging out of his head at the numerous different sex positions that greet him. He still scrolls though, back and fore until he settles on something to your surprise.

He rolls on his side, watching you fondly. “I kinda just want... I want to be the one in control…”

He passes you back your cell and you eye the screen expectantly. You smile when you see the big lettering spell out ‘missionary.’ “Fine by me,” you tell him, stealing a kiss because you reallycan’t help it.

He rolls on top of you, blanket forgotten. You don’t really need it anyway. You have his body warmth, wrapping your arms around his middle to conserve it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a note to remind Seokjin to thank Yoongi for that porn link…

#seokjin smut #bts smut #jin smut #jin fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:my type #jin has a big dick in every fic #it's cannon

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bizmuth101 · 5 years

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Pegging and Crying

Kinktober Day 22

Kaminari Denki x Fem! Reader

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To say that Denki was the adventurous type would be an understatement. He was always up to try anything, no matter what it was, or where it was, but when you brought up the topic of topping him you were surprised at his odd hesitation.

He had dismissed you almost immediately, not saying yes or directly no before he simply walked away. You had been trying all day to talk to him and glad him down to talk but he was avoiding you. You were getting slightly upset when he would walk away from you and you needed to get him to talk.

You spent all day chasing him down without success and finally managed to corner him in his room. He stood as soon as you walked in trying to make an excuse to leave.

“Denki!” He paled when you raised your voice a little. You stepped in front of him and quickly wrapped your arms around him looking up at him cupping his cheek gently. “C’mon, I’ve been trying to chance you around wild goose chase style all day at the agency. Talk to me?” You spoke softly watching when he sighed heavily leaning into your touch.

“I-I’m sorry, baby. I dunno what’s gotten into me. Wh-What you asked earlier got me really shaken up I guess.” He muttered looking at you with an apologetic weak smile. You shook your head and gently pulled him into a hug, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

“You kinda freaked out on me. I hope you know I wasn’t saying you had to do anything. I wanted to know if you would try it. If you don’t want to I’m not pushing you.” You rubbed his back gently as you held onto him and his head rested on your shoulder. He shook his head and chuckled.

“That’s the problem. I do want to. It’s something you want so I wanna try cause you do. If you think it could feel good I trust you, I just... Ive heard some of the stupid horror stories, I’m scared?” He spoke like it was a question. “A-And, you know, I dunno.” He shrugged biting his lip.

“Baby, it’s not like I was just going to shove some foreign object into you. And I’ve done plenty of research. I’d take good care of you, baby. I’d make sure you feel good. Besides, you always make me feel good. It's my turn to return the favor. Get you to relax a little. And if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again.” You smiled looking up at him moving back a step so you could kiss him gently.

He smiled at you gladly kissing you back, his hands on your hips. He hummed against your lips pulling you close as you smiled against his lips.

“Y-you’re sure it won’t hurt?” He murmured nervously against your lips. You nodded reassuringly.

“I’ll go slow. And it’s not like I got some fuckin dragon dildo for a first timer. It’s small. I’ll even show you before we start.” You smiled softly and pulled him down for another kiss happily holding yourself against him. You felt him relax a bit as you walked him back toward the bed a gasp pulling from his lips as he hit the mattress.

“Just think of it like normal. I’ve been in charge before, this is just taking it a step further.” You hummed softly as you kissed his neck gently, moving so that you were on top of him, a hand on either side of the male as you kissed him. You nodded and tilted his head as you kissed his neck, his face flushing as your hands trailed over his chest.

“O-okay... you-you’re in charge.” He nodded letting out a shaky breath when you carefully palmed the male through his jeans. You hummed softly as you slid your hands up under his shirt pulling at the fabric. He got the point as he sat up helping you to discard the shirt throwing it to the side. You kissed down his chest happily stopping to pay extra attention to his nipples. You hummed as your fingers rolled over his nipples, smirking when they began to harden under your touch.

“Are these still as sensitive as I remember?” You smirked as you pinched one of his now perk nipples, your lips wrapping around the other letting your tongue swirl around it biting down gently pulling gasps and moans from Denki. You chuckled softly continuing to play with his chest as he rolled his hips beneath you.

“Ah! N-not there~...” his voice whines out and you pulled back letting your thumbs rub over the perk buds.

“Oh? Don’t you still like it? Look how hard you’ve gotten just from having your nipples teased a bit.” You prodded a bit rolling your hips against his growing erection. He whined and groaned under your touch as you kissed farther down your hands moving to pull his pants down. You looked up at him with a smirk as you kissed the tent in his boxers helping him to kick off his pants.

“Hah, n-no fair. You’ve still got all your clothes on.” He groaned as you palmed him again under the fabric of his boxers.

“Shh, let me take care of you, baby.” You hummed as you tugged down his boxers barely hesitating to wrap your lips around Denki’s cock pulling a loud moan from the male not expecting the sudden stimulation. His hands moved down quickly as he laced his fingers into your hair groaning as you bobbed your head around his member only repeating for a few seconds before pulling off and standing up.

Denki whined at the loss of pleasure and looked up at you panting as you pulled your shirt off tossing it to the side and kicking out of your pants leaving you in a matching set, not quite lingerie, but still showy enough to show off your assets a bit. You watched as Denki stared at you and you sauntered over to your closest, reaching into a black shopping back at the back pulling out a few things.

“See, baby~ I came prepared.” You teased softly holding up a harness and attachable dildo as well as a decent sized bottle of lube. The dildo was small, only about three or four inches long and only a bit over an inch wide, made for a first timer like Denki. You wanted to try a lot of things with Denki, but you would gladly work your way up. You smirked as you clipped the harness on your waist and Denki shifted on the bed swallowing thickly as you slipped your cock into place. He watched you carefully as you settled between his legs on the bed the bottle of lube in hand. You leaned forward and kissed him softly noticing how tense he was. “You okay, baby?” Your voice purred out softly as you kissed him. He nodded shakily and shifted in his spot.

“Th-that thing is gonna fit inside me?” He swallowed thickly and you nodded, rubbing calming gentle circles into his hips.

“You’ll be surprised at how easy this fits.” You hummed gently and popped open the cap of the lube pouring some into your dominant hand. “But for starters, let’s get you ready.” You hummed gently hissing his chest softly rubbing some of the lube in around his entrance. He shivered at the feeling and you leaned up capturing his lips. “Just relax, baby.” You purred out softly circling his hole with your middle finger. You hummed and waited before slowly pressing your finger in. Denki gasped at the sensation and you hummed gently. You slowly pressed your finger in further, curling it slowly to stretch him. “There you go, see, you’ve got it.” You hummed with a soft smile and continued the action, watching as his face contorted from discomfort to pleasure before adding a second finger and doing the same thing, scissoring your fingers inside the other. You kissed over his chest listening to soft moans and watching his cock twitch when you brushed against his prostate. He gasped and moaned out his body jolting when you did.

“Ah! Wh-What the fuck was that?” He tensed around your fingers and you rubbed his thigh calmly with your other hand, your fingers not stilling as you attempted to repeat the action watching as he moaned out louder the second time you hit it.

“Feels good huh? That’s your prostate.” You hummed in explanation as you kissed his neck, your hands moving to keep him calm and pleasured. He relaxed a little more as you scissored your fingers again before slowly pulling your fingers out.

“I think you’re ready, baby.” You hummed gently opening the lube again pouring more into your hand rubbing it up and down the length of the dildo. You hummed softly as you kissed him adding more to his hole as well.

“W-wait! A-are you sure? M-maybe it needs more stretching? Yeah, yeah that’s it.” He stuttered and stammered tensing up again. You shook your head and leaned in pulling him into a kiss gently rubbing yourself against him.

“You’re ready. But baby, tell me if you need to stop. You’re going to be fine.” You reassured him softly as you lined up waiting for something of a ‘go ahead’ from Denki. He took a moment before slowly nodding his body still tense and apprehensive as you pressed forward a bit.

“You need to relax.” You spoke softly holding his hips gently as you kissed his neck pushing forward a bit more surprised when you felt the dildo slip into him with little resistance almost immediately being stopped when he tightened and gasped tensing up. You paused and shook your head.

“Ah! I-it’s not gonna fit, it won’t.” He shook his head nervously, his body trembling beneath you. You hummed softly and leaned forward cupping his cheek with one hand, the other moving between you and wrapping around his member. He moaned and trembled more when you began to pump your hand up and down.

“It will, baby, you need to relax. It’s almost all the way in, baby. Focus on this.” You sped your hand up a bit watching as his body visibly relaxed a bit and you leaned against him. You rolled your hips forward just a bit more as your hips pressed against Denki’s. He moaned as the toy pressed flush against his prostate and your hand stilled a bit.

“Oh~... I-is it?...” his voice trailed off as you looked down at him with a small smirk and nodded.

“See, I told you it would fit. How does it feel?” You hummed softly letting your hips roll watching as Denki moaned his body trembling. You chuckled softly as he nodded his face flushed deeply while he gasped for a breath of air.

“G-good~...” he breathed out looking up at you. You smirked and pulled your hips back a little before pressing back in leaning down by his ear and teasingly nibbling at his earlobe.

“Were just getting started, baby~.” You purred deeply, pulling another loud moan from him as your hips rocked forward. You smirked as you started to pick up pace quickly. It was his first time so you doubted he would be able to cum without you touching him, which meant that was exactly what you weren’t going to do. You were loving the sounds you were getting from Denki, loud moans leaving him, some even sounding more like a girl than the strong hero everyone knew. You were never happier to know you were the only one to get to see him like this. His face was flushed, his fingers gripping the pillow behind his head as you fucked him. Your hips slapped against his, his cock twitching with every thrust of your hips. He looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes were rolled back into the back of his head and he was drooling from having his mouth open, moaning so much for you.

“Ah~ (y/n)!” His voice echoed in the room and you continued your movements. Your hips slapped against his and you hummed against his collarbone kissing and marking his skin. At one point Denki wrapped his legs tightly around you, his hips had started rolling against yours like he was desperate for more and tears began to pool in the corners of his eyes moans now leaving him in overstimulated sobs.

“You look so cute like this, baby~. I never knew you were so pretty when you cried.” You hummed biting your lip. You were absolutely head over heels for Denki, and seeing him like this, knowing that he tried this and did this for you, it was overwhelming. You smirked as you sat up a bit changing your angle as your hips slammed against his and a loud high pitched moan ripped out of him, his quirk flaring up a bit as little bolts of electricity buzzed around his head. You gasped at the feeling of the electric pulses going through you and you smirked continuing your lotion thrusting deeper into the other holding his hips as he moaned and trembled beneath you.

“(Y-y/n)! I-I wanna, Ah—!” He was cut off quickly by your hips slapping against his, tears rolled down his cheeks in overstimulated streams his fingers grasped and pulled at the sheets and pillowcase beneath him and then at your back his nails sliding over bare skin and sliding down your body. You gasped when the electricity from small quirk flares flowed into you making you shake. You panted as your movements became labored.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby~.” Your voice purred out in his ear kissing him deeply as he sobbed out more pleasures moans.

“Cum! I-I wanna cum. P-please! M-make me-ah~ make m-me cum!” He cried out desperately, his hips marching your thrusts, his legs trembling around you as his fingers grasped desperately at your back. You smirked continuing the action a few more times before your fingers wrapped around his cock. He gasped at the pleasure, his body shaking as his hips thrusted up and his body convulsed beneath you. He gasped and moaned out loudly as you began quickly pumping your hand on his length matching the pace of your thrusts. It didn’t take long. Denki’s back arched as he sobbed out labored moans, his toes curled and he left long, thin, deep scratches down your back culling hard up over his stomach and chest. He sobbed out silently as your motions slowed, and stilled. You let him catch his breath before slowly pulling out of him watching his body tremble as he collapsed.

“Fuck, Kami~. That was so hot.” You purred deeply. Out of breath from your efforts. You leaned over him carefully thumbing away his tears and kissing him deeply. He held onto you weakly and smiled up at you shakily.

“O-okay... th-that, was amazing.” His voice was shaky and hoarse from his loud moans. You smiled and kissed him happily nodding and tracing gentle shapes over his chest. You were expecting him to stop there, tell you that that was enough and he was ready to at least take a nap or something to regain some energy, but you had apparently guessed wrong.

Before you knew what was happening Denki grabbed you and flipped you over onto the bed this time with him on top. He was still out of breath, but damn had you underestimated his stamina.

“Now it’s my turn, baby~.” He smirked discarding the remainder of your clothing smirking down at you. You hummed excitedly and nodded.

You were in for one hell of a night~.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #kaminari denki #x reader #lemon #kinktober

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friendlylocalwhumper · 5 years

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Every step of Decker’s, every passing touch to the furniture and walls, every glance and sound, is watched by Lux. He’s not skeptical or guarded; he doesn’t expect the guy to steal something or damage anything important. Lux’s head tips to the side slightly as he watches Decker, his hands out of his pockets and his movements slow as if to prove that he’s not a threat.

Lux watches Decker, and Emory watches Lux. Emory thinks a mile a minute about what Lux might be feeling, thinking, anticipating as the stranger inspects their house casually.

“Lame,” The guy decides aloud, turning to face his hosts. Emory’s about to respond, a bit affronted, but Lux gets to it first.

“Why, ‘cause there’re no rock band posters or ashtrays?” There’s a bit of a smile to the words, and Decker huffs without a retort in answer, so it must have been a fine thing to say. Emory isn’t so confident about the space between amusing sarcastic comments and hurtful criticism, dismissal. The difference between them, he figures, is in who says it. Lux is Decker’s kind - Emory is not.

“It’s quiet here,” Decker continues, standing where he stopped a moment ago and nearly looking uncomfortable. Like it’s awkward for there to be no movement, no snark, no danger.

Nodding, Lux leads the way over to the couch and sits down first. With the layout of the room, it puts his back to the other two; with the lush cushions of the couch, it means he can’t get up quick. Emory sees Decker relax out of the corner of his eye.

“I play music sometimes,” Says Emory, gesturing toward the speakers beside the TV. “It’s not always quiet. But never loud.”

Decker smirks and saunters over to sit in the papasan chair, drawing his legs up to sit criss-cross. Lux sits like that sometimes - Emory keeps seeing the parallels. He wonders what kinds of scars Decker has, and if he has nightmares, and what it’s like to have those things but to have no one around to lean on.

“You could use your magic, if you wanted.” Lux looks directly at the guest, leaning his elbow on the arm of the couch. “I use mine here. It’s safe, since we’re inside, and everyone in here is fine with magic. Hiding yours away for too long feels - it doesn’t feel good. You should try.”

Dangerous anger crosses Decker’s face, but Lux doesn’t flinch. The anger turns quickly to poorly-disguised discomfort. Emory moves within Decker’s line of sight to sit beside Lux, not touching, giving him room to do whatever it is that he’s doing.

Finally Decker answers, “Show me yours first.”

Watching as closely as he is, sitting as close as he is, Emory expects to see a flinch. He expects the space between Lux’s shoulder blades to scrunch together slightly, or for Lux’s hands to jerk slightly closer to his chest like he expects to be grabbed. But the warlock beside him doesn’t move a muscle except to turn his hand palm-up.

“What kind of spell do you want me to use? What should I do?” Lux asks coolly.

Decker grimaces at the topic being pushed - he clearly hoped that Lux would back out and prove that it’s not actually safe here. “I dunno, whatever kind of m-... whatever kind you have.”

“I’ve got all of them. Whatever I can learn, I can use. I can make light, summon things, make fire, water… I’m a healer, too.” Lux knows that it’s very rare to have this kind of magic, but he doesn’t make it sound especially whimsical or impressive. Warlocks die too young for their brand of magic to make much of a difference, and there’s not much of a community to discuss or brag amongst. “Got anything you need healed?”

With a shift, Decker shakes his head, eyes flicking to the side, fingers pulling at his bracelets.

“Okay, well - even if you don’t need healing, I can numb things, or make them hurt a little less. I know - listen, don’t freak out at me, okay? But I heard what was happening before we got you out that day. I know what it’s like, how you always hide the marks, always lie about it. This is your chance to make the pain go away, completely, no hiding it, no stressing out about it. Tell me what hurts, I swear I won’t judge.”

“Hell, did I - is it obvious?”

Lux shakes his head. “I wouldn’t’ve known if I didn’t hear it. I’m not great at figuring things out. Too many knocks to the head.”

Emory’s brow furrows at the casual mention of past times Lux has been hurt, but Decker just nods seriously. What other kinds of awful things do these guys find relatable?

“Fine, then, my… my back hurts. A little.” The kid - close to their age, but still so much a kid, Emory thinks - rolls a shoulder and winces.

“Mind if I help? Your shirt can stay on, and I won’t touch. Just a spell and that feeling, like, where it’s too hot, and it stings? It’ll go away.”

Decker nods again, unfolding his legs and sitting forward in the round chair. “Wish I had - wish I could do that. Would’ve helped.” He eyes Lux as the other warlock stands, then lowers his gaze to the floor, beding forward so his back is easy to reach.

He feels no touch, but he hears quiet chanting, and then a breeze of something cool seeps through the fabric of his shirt and into his skin. Decker sighs against his knees as the stinging and burning of the welts across his back fade, leaving a slight, pleasant numbness. He hears Lux step away and sits up slowly, careful as usual not to let the fabric grate against his wounds - but there’s no point, because it doesn’t hurt anymore.

“Do you want to try your magic now?”

Decker shakes his head, looking over at the other two as the confident warlock sits down. “I get it, might be safe here, but… still doesn’t feel like it is, not to me.”

“That’s alright. If it would make you nervous, no reason to push it. Just know if you feel like it, you won’t get a second glance from us, it’s fine here. Em, can you make some dinner? Something easy and quick, Deck’s gotta be hungry. I’ll grab pillows and blankets for the couch.”

As the other two get up, Decker splutters. “Hey! You, that’s not - is that a nickname? Deck-er, two syllables, that’s my name. We’re not friends, man.”

“Sorry. Deck-er.” Lux grins then ducks away to go find bedding in the closet.

After they sit down to eat in the living room, a simple but hot meal that Decker only eats half of, the couch is set up for him to sleep on. Emory and Lux both say cheesy things about being safe and asking for anything, and then they go off into their room, closing the door.

Decker sinks down onto the couch after lounging around for a while, making sure that they don’t come back out to see him actually relaxing or something. He lies down on his back for the first time in a long while and just breathes, staring up at the wide ceiling of the open-plan room. There’s a lot of space in here, and no danger that he’s been able to find. It’s dark, and quiet, and he could sneak out or steal food or break shit if he wanted to. No reason not to, really.

Instead of lashing out quietly, moving about unmonitored and taking what he wants, Decker lifts his hands and looks at them for a moment. If he stays still and relaxed, he might start to feel safe enough for - for that, that spark! He sees it, nearly fizzling out and then glowing brighter, like a little firefly on his finger. Magic.

#whump #comfort #drabble #abuse tw #healing #decker #lux #emory #magic #afraid #confident lux!#mine #live write stuff

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