#just dumb that it took me so long but i would literally involuntarily clench up or force her to stop every time she gained speed
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Forever
Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW
Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.
WC: 2.2K
A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh
TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use
Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.
His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again.
"Hey pretty boy."
The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.
"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?
You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.
"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.
His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you.
"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?"
"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.
The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room.
"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.
Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.
"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"
"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor.
Sero kissed your forehead.
"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond.
His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair.
"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.
"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old."
Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist.
"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents."
You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"
He closed his eyes.
"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."
Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.
"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."
Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.
"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."
He nodded.
"They are pretty cool kids."
You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.
"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."
His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.
Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.
"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"
You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers.
You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck.
“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.
Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.
“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple.
Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.
“Fuck…need you Hanta.”
His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.
“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.
He let out a deep chuckle.
“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.
“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.
“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.
“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.
You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself.
“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.
Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth.
Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.
He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.
“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.
“Always."
Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.
“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.
“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.
“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”
“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.
He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.
“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.
“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.
“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.
The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
“I love you.”
You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.
“Forever.”
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Netflix and Fuck
pairing: Jeno & Jaemin x Reader
genre: smut, threesome, fingering, slight voyeurism, male receiving, protected sex, also a bit of dom!jaemin and jeno
summary: Jaemin walks in on you and Jeno hooking up during movie night and doesn’t mind joining you
note: I hit 2k followers while writing this smut so consider it as a gift! thank you guys so much for all the love and support you give me!
requested by @norenminhyuckchenji
part 1 || part 2
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“Where am I supposed to sit?”, you asked with a pout on your face as you scanned the room for a vacant and comfortable spot to claim. “On my lap of course.”, Jeno announced with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes at him, flipping him off. “In your dreams boy.” Jeno frowned and held his heart in feigned pain.
You stood behind Jaemin and rocked his shoulder gently. “Jaemin...can I please sit here.”, you asked in the most sincere way you could. Jaemin looked up at you, mouth full of chips, with an unamused expression. “And where exactly do you expect me to sit?” You gave his question some thought. “Next to Mark?”
Jaemin shook his head disapprovingly and continued snacking on his chips. The only spot left was Haechan’s. You knew it would be a total waste asking Haechan to let you take his place, but you really didn’t want to sit on the cold, hard wooden floor in your skirt. “Haechan...”, you started. All it took was a strong glare from the boy and you immediately gave up. There was just no winning with him. You hung your head and slumped away, ready to join Renjun and Mark on the floor.
“Just sit here.” Jeno grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him. He patted his lap and looked up at you intently. Compared to the floor, Jeno looked pretty warm and inviting. Besides, he was the one who was insisting that you sit on his lap, so he probably didn’t mind. But still, the movie was probably going to be at least 2 hours long and you weren’t exactly the lightest of people. “Come on y/n, it’ll be fine.”, Jeno assured you, having picked up on your mental debate with yourself. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable ”, you stated, shifting closer to him. “And I don’t want you to be either.”, Jeno said with a smile. You nodded reluctantly and carefully sat down on his lap.
Jeno let you settle yourself, one hand laying on the armrest and the other delicately draped over your thigh, almost like it was a seatbelt. You didn’t mind it though, instead sitting back and watching the movie that had just begun.
After what seemed to be and hour, maybe only half, your legs started hurting slightly. Jeno’s thighs were more firm than squishy, so it was kind of hard to stay put in one position without feeling sore. That’s why, not too long after you started moving around, Jeno’s eyes widened drastically. His body tensed up, which made you shift about more than before. It was only until his large hand gave your thigh a harsh squeeze, that you halted your movements. “Don’t move.”, Jeno breathed, slowly relaxing his body. “Oops sorry.”, you whispered, letting all your weight down again and leaning you're back against his chest. Jeno groaned and lurched forward, his head right next to yours. He held both your arms tightly now, letting his knees spread apart just a bit, only to have you sink deeper onto his thighs. “Fuck.”, Jeno cursed into your ear, sending chills down your body. He quickly sat back, wiping his forehead and awkwardly placing his hands on his knees.
“You good bro?”, Jaemin asked from beside you, offering you some chips. “Yeah.”, Jeno answered weakly, making Jaemin chuckle. “Y/n didn’t give you a boner or something right?”, he asked jokingly. You gasped and slapped his arm, glaring at him playfully. “No she did not.”, Jeno spoke, slightly agitated. You and Jaemin both shrugged but said nothing further, returning to the movie.
You wanted to focus on the film, but something kept poking your butt. It was hard, so you assumed it was Jeno’s belt buckle or jeans button. Subconsciously, your hand flew behind you in order to move whatever it was, but the sound that left Jeno’s mouth as soon as your hand came in contact with his crotch had you realising that you had just fucked up.
Jeno had moaned. Straight out, uncensored, not so quietly, moaned. That too, right into your back, so you were the only one who heard it. Jeno rested his forehead on your back, sucking in deep breaths. He held your waist and pulled you back, placing his lips to your ear. “Five minutes, my room, otherwise don’t come at all.”, he commanded, his assertive voice making your insides tingle. He pushed you off of his lap and stormed off to his room muttering ‘bathroom’ just for the other guys knowledge. You watched him disappear down the hall, gulping nervously. You weren’t that dumb to realise that you had indeed given Jeno a boner. His words replayed in your head and heat rushed straight to your core. You were definitely turned on to say the least and the more you thought of Jeno, the wetter you got. Although, somewhere in the back of your head you knew that you and Jeno were just friends and that it should stay that way, you hadn’t had sex in ages. So maybe that, plus the added bonus that you really curious to know what Jeno had in plan for you, was the reason why you found yourself getting up and walking in the same direction you had seen Jeno go.
You walked down the hall, stopping in front of his bedroom door. You knew this was a bad idea, but you were really turned and all that wetness wasn’t just going to go away. The boys were all still sitting outside, too invested in the movie to notice your absence and you hoped it would stay that way. Knocking on the door timidly, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen. Jeno opened the door and smirked at you, clearly pleased that you had decided to join him. He stepped aside to let you enter and quietly shut the door behind you. He then walked up to you and pushed you down on his bed, hovering over you.
“First of all, fuck you for giving me a boner. I was actually looking forward to watching that movie but now all I can think about is how I’m going to literally fuck you for giving me a boner.”
Jeno’s face was serious, but you couldn’t help but let a small giggle slip. Jeno raised his brow at you and grinned. “Laugh all you want to now. You’re gonna have a hard time trying to be quiet later.”, he spoke, tracing his thumb across your lips. You licked your lips and pulled him down, crashing his lips onto yours. Jeno groaned and placed a hand next your head to keep himself steady. Your hands threaded through the hair at the back of his head, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Jeno let you take control, his other hand running up and down the side of your body.
You raised your leg and brought it to Jeno’s waist, pushing his hips down onto your core. You both moaned, the bulge in Jeno’s pants grown as it came in contact with your clothed core. Jeno ground his hips into yours, biting down on your lip when you moaned breathily. He left small open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, while his hand moved down to hold your thigh. You whimpered when slid his fingers over your pussy, smirking against your neck as he felt how wet you were. “Fuck our friends are sitting outside and you’re in here being such a whore. You’re definitely not as innocent as you pretend to be.”, Jeno said, rubbing small circles into your clit. “You’re one to talk.”, you mumbled, gasping when he pushed your panties to the side. “I can’t believe it took you two seconds to pop a boner.”
Jeno scowled at you and shoved his fingers into your pussy. You threw your head back and moaned loudly. “Well if you hadn’t been giving me a lap dance, this wouldn’t be happening right now.”, he said, fingering you with a sharp pace. You spread your thighs apart, allowing Jeno’s fingers to pump further into you. He covered your mouth with his other hand, completely engulfing your moans. His long slender fingers curled up to hit your g-spot perfectly, making you arch your back off the bed. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach but you didn’t want to cum just yet and neither did Jeno. He removed his fingers from your wet hole and fumbled with his belt.
Once it was off, he kicked his pants off and pointed to the table next to your head. “Get a condom.”, he instructed, peeling his now tight boxers off of his body. You opened the drawer and took a packet from the box of condoms. You sat up just in time to see his cock spring free, slapping up against his abdomen. Jeno took his shirt off and pumped his cock, telling your to come closer. You sat up on your knees and shifted towards him, opening your mouth involuntarily to take his cock. Jeno slapped hit against your tongue before pushing your head down on him. He hummed and let you set your own pace, only holding your hair out of the way. You didn’t suck him off for too long, only enough to get him fully hard. You let his cock go with a pop and scooted further up the bed. Jeno pushed your leg up and dragged his cock along your slit, coating it in your juices. “Fuck me already Jeno.”, you whined, walls clenching around nothing. Jeno chuckled at your neediness and positioned himself before slowly pushing into you. Your mouth fell open as Jeno’s cock stretched you out. He hadn’t even gone in all the way, but your eyes were already fluttering shut. Eyes barely open, you let your head fall to the side as Jeno completely bottomed out. Just as he started grinding his hips slowly into yours, something caught your eye.
Your eyes widened in panic when you realised that it wasn’t something, but a someone. And that someone’s eyes were boring right into yours. Jeno noticed your inattentiveness and bucked his hips into yours, earning a sensual moan from you. Your eyes flickered to his briefly before returning back to the one’s you had previously been looking at. You had tensed up a bit and you wanted to tell Jeno to stop because you two weren’t alone, but with the way that Jaemin was staring at you, all you could do was moan louder.
You hadn’t missed his hand which he was using to not so subtly palm himself, and you didn’t want to deny him of any pleasure, which was surprising to you. Although the bathroom light was still turned off, you could tell that Jaemin’s eyes were full of lust. He gripped the doorframe, biting down on his lip harshly.
And that’s when the lights turned on. Jeno’s head whipped behind to see his best friend, getting off to him fucking his other friend. “What the heck are you doing over there?”, Jeno asked the other boy, surprisingly calm with the situation. “I needed to piss but then I walked in on this. Hehe, that rhymed.”
Jeno shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was still buried deep inside you and he was still hard. It only made you wonder how many times he had been in this situation before. Jaemin flicked the bathroom light off and walked towards you two as if y’all were just playing a board game. He sat at the edge of the bed, staring you up and down. “Care if I join?”, he asked casually. He looked between you and Jeno. Jeno shrugged. “Only if she’s okay with it.”, he said, pulling out and sitting back. Now all the eyes were on you.
“Of course she’s okay with it.”, Jaemin said, “She was practically putting on a show for me when I was standing back there.” You didn’t know what to say. Yeah, your were a bit skeptical at first, but with the way Jaemin had been eye fucking you, you could only wonder what it would feel like if he actually fucked you. At this point, the fact that these two men were your friends had been pushed back into the deep depths of your mind, and all you could think of was how good they could make you feel. That’s why, you said nothing, but nodded timidly, giving the two boys your affirmation.
Jaemin beamed excitedly and began ridding himself of his clothes. Once he was done with that, he took your hand in his and moved you to the edge of the bed. Gesturing for you to stand up on your knees, Jaemin trailed his finger down your still clothed body. He hooked his finger under your shirt and slid it off with one swift movement, leaving you in your bra. You felt another pair of hands, Jeno’s, unclip the garment and slide it off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He pressed small kisses on your shoulder, his hands holding your waist.
Jaemin turned your chin towards him, pulling your forward to join his lips to yours. His lips were soft and the kiss was delicate, different from how aggressively Jeno had kissed you before. Jeno’s lips were still on your shoulder, he was now sucking small marks into your skin. Jaemin pulled away and cupped your breast. Your lips parted as he softly pinched your nipple, letting out a silent moan. You tilted your head to the side when Jeno’s lips tugged at your neck. “Do you like that?”, Jaemin asked you, his voice was sweet, but there was a slight adjuring tone to it. You hummed in response and Jaemin wasn’t pleased by it. “Say it out loud.”, he ordered assertively. “Yes.”, you said, moaning when Jeno started rubbing your other nipple. “Good girl.”, Jeno spoke into your ear.
“Get on all fours.”, Jaemin instructed. You did as he said and felt Jeno push your skirt up, you ass now on display for them both. “Now be an angel and take us both well, okay?”, Jaemin said, bringing your mouth closer to his cock. “Okay.”, you breathed, wrapping your lips around Jaemin’s dick while Jeno lined himself at your entrance.
It was as if the two boys had done a mental countdown of some sort as they both pushed into you, one in your mouth and the other in your pussy. You moaned at the stretch Jeno’s length gave you, but it was muffled by Jaemin’s dick.
It was a perfect harmony. When Jeno would pull out of you, Jaemin would thrust his dick in your mouth, never leaving you to feel empty. It only made you wonder how frequently they had done this before. The room had become unbearably hot, but with the amount of pleasure soaring through you, you could care less. Jaemin was fucking your mouth so harshly that you couldn’t feel your jaw anymore. He skilfully managed to fit all of his length in your mouth without making you gag. Jeno, on the other hand, was ruthlessly pounding into your pussy, the sound of your skin slapping echoing throughout the room.
Jaemin was the first to come undone. He cursed and pushed your head down on him so far that your nose was touching his abdomen. Your muffled moans sending vibrations through his body had his cock twitching in your mouth and hot cum spurting down your throat. You grimaced at the bitter taste but swallowed it like a champ. When he finally pulled out you realised how sore your throat had gotten. “Such a good girl.”, Jaemin cooed, “You took me so well baby.”
Now that Jaemin was out of your mouth, you could moan freely. Your moans tore through your throat, the tightness in your stomach increasing with every strong thrust from Jeno. Jeno pulled your hair making you stand on your knees. You pressed your back to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, strings of curses pouring through your mouth as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth baby. Who’s ruining you like this?”, Jaemin asked, pressing his thumb down on your clit. “Jeno is.”, you mumbled incoherently, so lost in your own bliss that you were starting to see stars. “That’s right. Who’s fucking you dumb?”, he asked once again, attaching his lips too your nipple as he began drawing small circles into your clit. “Jeno is!”, you shouted, eyes reeling to the back of your head, with the extra stimulation.
You gripped Jaemin hair harshly, making him clamp his mouth on you nipple. He squeezed your other breast and rubbed your clit intensely. Your walls clenched around Jeno’s cock, your orgasm crashing down on you like a wave. You practically screamed as if the rest of your friends were not still sitting outside in the living room. oblivious to how the two boys were playing with you. You heard Jaemin chuckle underneath you, he looked up at you, caressing your stomach comfortingly, as you came down from your high. Jeno was still pounding into you, chasing his high desperately. You clenched your walls around him again and that seemed to do the trick. Pulling your hips down on him, he emptied himself into the condom, biting down on your neck as he did so. He rode out his high a bit before falling back on the bed and leaning against the headboard. You yelped as you fell with him, ending up on his lap. Jeno laughed and rested his head on your shoulder, regaining his breath. “Looks like we’re back to square one.” All of your laughed tiredly, wafting in post orgasm feels.
“How was it?”, Jaemin asked, cupping your cheek. “Really fucking good.”, you huffed and leaned into Jeno’s chest, suddenly feeling really lethargic. Jaemin laid down across the bed, his legs dangling off the bed, and pulled Jeno’s blanket over himself.
All three of your heads turned to the door when it shot open with no warning. Renjun and Haechan stood in the doorway, Mark joining them shortly after. They both stared at the three of you, eyes narrowed and arms folded. “I can’t believe y'all had a fuck fest without inviting us!”
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Life, For Dummies p6
a/n: so the words just flew out and boy. much thanks to all who read and commented and reblogged/liked! im sorry ahead of time! it will get uptempo again.optimism, babes.
You stood in the console room in wait, you had no clue the punishment that lay waiting. You didn’t know what was going to happen and that was worse than knowing. There had to be worse consequences for a consummate freak out that bordered on betrayal.
For a snap you thought of just reverting back to being her companion just to smooth things over. To stop all the madness that was bound to ensue. But you didn’t. You held your ground, despite having to run away.
You shivered involuntarily. You felt like a freezer that happened to be left open all night. You let yourself be crippled by everything. Seeing them left you blindsided, if you were a quarterback it’d have been a sack at the tenth yard line.
Did that make the Master the coach?
You ended up stripping off your blazer and leaning over the console, mildly hyperventilating. Your arms glistening with sweat in the ambient lights.
The door swung open and you hunched up. Jaw clenched your ringing in your ear came back, drowning all else out.
You swore he was speaking but your mind was so swirled with thoughts and crackles and the persistent ring you ended up trying, “Get on with it, punish me. Kill me. You know I’m no good to you now.” but it came out garbled, as if you suffered a stroke.
Maybe you did.
You started a brief list of stroke symptoms but decided, was no use. If he was going to do what you thought, he’d probably use your own laser screwdriver against you.
You suddenly remembered ages ago yourself in a similar situation. You disrespected him. You’d’ve done it three times now.
If going by the sudden need for sports metaphors you were currently riding, third strike- you’re out.
He wasn’t doing anything and that drove you absolutely insane. Clutching your sides, you spun around and met his eyes. Those eyes, so large and so beautiful and emotive were virtually unreadable. Your vision was getting blurry and your eyes started stinging. You were aghast with the day. It was a simple scheme. How could it go so wrong. You had heartburn. The acid was rising in your stomach and you tried to not hurl. The anticipation was getting to you on all levels.
You elected to allow yourself to black out. You were headed that way, so you just gave into it without a fight.
When you came to, you found yourself at your house, on your couch. Your favorite mug with your favorite tea blend was waiting for you and across the room leaning on your wall was him.
The Master. Your Master.
“Nice touch, passing out. Noble even.” His eyes yet again unreadable voids.
Your head pounded and the back of your skull was a dull pain.
You did notice and take appreciation from the pillows cupping you and your feet up.
“We need to talk.” His voice was just as unreadable as his eyes. The sentence flooded your throat and dropped into your stomach. You clenched your eyes and relaxed your jaw as you brought yourself up and cupped the mug gingerly.
“Thank you.” You gave him a meager smile in genuine thanks.
“Don’t think of it.” He waved it off.
He was uncharacteristically devoid of emotion or passion. Stoic.
You took a few sips, letting the warmth and the taste give you strength and some comfort. You had lots of experience where this was going. Why fight it? He was an ageless alien and you were a human. The fact that he gave you all you got was phenomenal.
You could feel your heart stop when you put it down. The silence was starting to get to you.
“I need some time.” He murmured, voice silky.
“How long?” You hoarsely whispered.
“No clue. I just need to process this.”
What was processing time? Feasibly for him? You could be just here for a few moments and he could have taken centuries. Or he could have taken a day or 36 hours and you could already be dead.
Maybe he was just telling you this to shake you off and stop more damage.
You wanted to fight him on it. But how? Your jaw unlocked and lay slack.
“You have a concussion. I’ve dealt with the necessary care. I put some pills that’ll take a week to heal you up properly.” He pointed towards the vicinity of your bathroom before pushing off your wall and headed towards a curio cabinet you really didn’t notice until now.
Obviously, more than a week.
“Text me?” You said.
“Maybe.” He looked at you, his eyes were big and seemed filled with nothing but agony and resolve.
You swore you saw his mouth move and a whisper of something you couldn’t make out. A different language.
He stepped in and the curio cabinet vanished from your living room.
You leaned back, the Fam mentioned that your place was dusty, but obviously he must have broken out the dust buster. That was sweet of him to take care of the place before you were unceremoniously dumped on your ass. You went for your neck. The collar that you usually stroked in times of stress was gone, along with him.
What was the date? You had no clue. Days passed, flooding into weeks. This agony of not knowing outweighed anything. You vaguely remembered the Covid-19 “shelter at home” but that was truly another life entirely.
Twenty-twenty passed on and you had to get a new job, but nothing seemed to take for you. You’d either get fired for lackadaise or not showing up or quit out of the blue because you felt deep down you deserved better. Dozens of civilizations across the stars probably still spoke of you in hushed tones as a haughty goddess, or Queen sent by the divine.
The nights were the roughest. A few times the cops were called because you were wailing in your sleep. They soon just stopped coming, unless your neighbors just accepted it as the new normal.
If you could joke, and if you were in a joking mood, you’d probably remark how this was just like Bella Swan in New Moon “sksksksksk jksk lol!” But you weren’t anymore. You weren’t in a joking mood no matter what at the time.
Life, without the Master, simply wasn’t worth living.
How could you go back? After all those stars seen? People met? And emotions felt.
You felt your heart harden and break.
You half thought of trying to push through the pain and see if you could somehow contact him. At least see if he was okay. Especially since you overheard the news at a metal bar you started working at that some strange lights followed by a subsonic explosion happened in a small city far away and there were confusing footages being leaked on social media of Daleks and death. It went away in a day, but still. You swore you heard a TARDIS in a few of the Facebook Lives people did as they died. People thought it was a hoax. People were so dumb.
It made you ache.
Maybe it was the Doctor, or the Master convincing them to go destroy somewhere more important.
It was more likely her.
You didn’t know which one would be worse, just in case more footage was released and you saw a flash of a face.
You broke again, dropping the heavy drink laden tray on the ground and locking yourself in the walk-in fridge. Rackus sobbing came out of your chest like a snarling animal. You had to get yourself together before you lost the only job you made good tips at. You knew it was purely because the uniform was trampy, and not your sparkling personality or wit. You placed your head between your thighs and screamed through it, trying to see if that would stop you from your tears. It was literally more time that had passed than you had actually ran away with him at this point.
You should have moved on. If not moved on, repress it enough to worry any mental health specialist. This wasn’t like you.
So you tried therapy.
The big mistake there was dumbing it down and humanizing the Master and the Doctor so you didn’t sound like you needed inpatient care or to go on some watchlist somewhere in the universe. Let alone your planet.
Some people somewhere might want to abduct you and harvest your organs for the residual artron energy. That could be valuable on certain markets.
Or your brainwaves. Some planets would pay rogue Time Agents to harvest them and the knowledge you knew and technology you learned.
You became more skittish when walking at night. You had gotten so used to just blasting anyone who’d try to wrong you with your screwdriver. It was a crutch you missed. Every moving shadow scared you.
You also had to consider someone, somewhere might be angry enough with him enough and see that his little human whore was no longer velcroed to his side and go look for you. Penance for his actions, delivered unto you.
Not like he would care, obviously he was far gone and far away.
Your manager came in and gave a quick look at the sight before him.
“Why are you in here? People at table 6 were complaining. Had to give them vouchers and comp their bill.”
You wiped your eyes and got out from your hutched state, “The news. So much death.” You snorted up the snot threatening to leak out.
Strange cognitive dissonance coming from someone who aided in toppling empires and had a past of executing people.
It wasn’t that, but my goodness, you had to sell it. It was a human thing to say.
“Oh, wow. I’ll give you a minute, then get back to work.” He closed the door gently and let you be.
You paced and paced and thought, “What would he do?” But all the answers involved space tech you didn’t have in a five by eight cooler. Or loud theatrics and sass.
You had none of those.
For the first time in a while, you went to your neck and rubbed at it, wishing you still belonged to him, and you knew what to do. Anger flooded through you and honestly, you didn’t know who it was directed at. The anger felt good. A blistering difference to the waves of agony and silence in you.
You bratted off and knocked down a row of premade salsas and stomped out before heading to table 6.
“Oh, so you didn’t fancy me dropping the drinks? Or whatever? You were complaining about the shape of the wings earlier? Anything else, your highnesses,“ You false curtsied before straightening out and untying your apron and tossing it on the ground, “Anything?” You spat.
They recoiled.
The paunchy middle aged man asked, “What the fucks your problem? Like, what do you want? Cause you’re definitely not getting a tip now?”
An idea shot into your brain, “What do I want?” You jabbed a finger at yourself, “I want you to kneel!” You pointed at him and made a vague “get down” gesture with your index finger.
“Kneel?”
“Kneel!” You ordered, all the chutzpah of a former self radiating through. You tossed a glass at that man’s head. It was no laser to the stomach but would do the trick. “I said, kneel for me, love.”
The blood streaming from his head as he obeyed you, his fatty neck blubbering in pain and tears streaming down his face filled you with nostalgia. It felt good to be in this position again. Someone obeying you, the fear in their eyes, the sense of power it gave you knowing that you held the keys to their fate in your hands. A small pool of wetness nearly started between your thighs. Power was just so good, and feeling the fear come to him? Icing on a perverse cake.
Him kneeling was almost as natural as it felt for you to kneel ages ago. A labored, pleased breath escaped your lungs as you smiled and let off a laugh.
You turned to your manager and gave a grimace, “I quit, I just can’t take the pressure, dock my pay for the damages. Bye.”
You grabbed your stuff from behind the bar and ran out again from yet another job.
At the back of your brain, you knew that possibly you’d go to prison for this. You assaulted a man. Out here in the real world, not the magic little world of madness, assault meant fines, sharing a prison cell with someone called Big Irma, ugly orange jumpsuits and a permanent record. Something that would prevent you from life.
Not that you had a life anymore.
You arrived home and finally allowed yourself to let out all the true amount of tears you felt. You fell asleep on the linoleum of your entrance hall waiting for the cops to show up and take you away.
You were out for over a day, you woke up so sore and dehydrated.
But the brunt of your emotions, you felt were over.
You knew you had to consolidate who you were, who you had been, and where you were now. Make yourself one person, not a section of phases altered by the presence of Time Lords.
But who were you before you’d met the Doctor and been the Master’s?
That was the hard part.
Jogging that memory up.
You massaged your temples and went over to chug water directly from the kitchen faucet.
A normal human just couldn’t force people to follow their every whim. Or flit from here or there.
Well, unless they were a politician or born to extreme wealth.
You needed to be able to hold down a job, you needed to move on. He wasn’t coming for you. You finally and truly got it through your thick, pathetic human skull…
You wiped the water off your face with your bare hands and ripped off the bar’s uniform. You hunched over in your kitchen and cursed the day you ever met either Time Lord. Cupping your face in your hand you let out another massive groan and shook yourself free.
Those topics were not to be verboten.
You had a traitorous thought, unless you worked for a government organization or paramilitary that dealt with the extraterrestrial. The job prospects for that seemed slim. You were formally in league with them. People might argue a conflict of interests or claim you were a double or triple agent. There was no true way to prove to a stupid ape that, you, another stupid ape weren’t giving off trade Earth secrets to known enemies of the planet. The list of aliens on watchlists was getting larger in the 21st century by the day. The Master definitely had to be on at least most of them. If not all. Though, the money would be quite good…
It was thought.
You were Earth-bound and just had to reintegrate. There had to be some books you could read. Life, For Dummies? Men are from Gallifrey, Women are from Earth? Something, even an obnoxious celebrity and an ill-trained life coach making a podcast on how to cope with a break up. Something.There
Easier said than done.
It had to be done, however how hard.
What a pity, what a sham.
To paraphrase a comic, you were young, shiney and dumb. Easy to fool.
You felt yourself utter, “If I ever see you again, first I’m going to kiss you, then I’m going to kick your ass.”
You pulled yourself back from those unhealthy words and bit your tongue.
This was bound to be hard.
But not impossible...
#personal#i wrote this#dhawan!master#dhawan!master x reader#master x reader#doctor who self insert fiction#angst#fanfic#self insert#the master
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Lesbian Reddie Sleepover Drabble
I’m posting this here because it is NOT good enough for AO3 but I wrote it out so I wanted to put it sOmEwHeRe!
Rated: PG
TW: (light) internalized homophobia
Summary: Richie is a simp for Eddie and wants to kiss her so bad and is dumb about it
Female Eddie and Richie still use their respective names
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Richie Laid in bed next to eddie unable to sleep. Eddie was always one to go to bed early, no matter how often she claimed she would stay up past midnight with Richie, she never could. Richie found it adorably amusing, and took no displeasure in getting to watch eddie drift off next to her. On some occasions, eddie would ask Richie to cuddle her, and of course she took her up on the offer every time. Eddie liked to be the little spoon because it “made her feel safe”, something which Richie also found absolutely adorable. Richie loved the feeling of holding eddie from behind, having her chest pressed against her warm back and her nose tucked neatly into eddies long ponytail. She always smelled like coconut shampoo, the kind she would buy at the corner store. Richie had once bought a bottle of it just to smell when she missed eddie, but decided a few days later it was too embarrassing to keep around. But right now wasn’t the time to think about stupid things like that. Richie wanted to focus on the time she had right now, to just coexist with Eddie in such a soft way.
This night Eddie didn’t ask to cuddle, and because Richie was “too much of a pussy” (her own words) to initiate it, they slept with a space between them. To Richie those few inches felt electric, moving, wanting to be filled, wanting Richie to complete the circuit and connect. Her limbs felt on fire in the conscious resistance to not reach out for Eddie. She wanted to touch her so badly, feel her dumb little cotton button up night shirt she insisted on wearing even though it seemed so inconvenient. She wanted to have her hand laid on top of eddies, longing for the few times eddie would interlace their fingers together. Just being in eddies bed should have been enough for her, wrapped in her comforting scent, being next to her warm figure, but it wasn’t. Eddie was jsut so perfect she needed her closer, closer,, closer-
Eddie stirred in her sleep before rolling over to face Richie. There it was. The closeness Richie had wanted, but now, she was too close. Beggars can’t be choosers and Richie new that, but to have Eddie Kaspbrak’s face not even 3 inches away from her own was a new level of torture. Eddies breathe ghosted over Richie’s lips with each exhale, her eyelashes that fluttered so lightly in her sleep we’re now brushing against Richie’s nose. Richie’s breathe shuttered involuntarily, turning her a whole new shade of red. This was torture. This was absolute lesbian torture and the cruel universe knew that. Eddies lips were so close. So so fucking close. Richie tried to clench her eyes shut to focus, focus, focus, but her mind always came back to the warm breath so close to her mouth.
Was this a test? Was it some sick kind of game? The one thing she wanted more than anything was so close but she couldn’t have it. Or could she? Maybe? No no that’s bad that’s so bad. Even if it is just a peck on the lips it’s not up to Richie to make those kind of choices. But god what if? What if just a small kiss, just a tiny one, to know what she’d be missing for the rest of her life.
God she was pathetic. This was all so stupid. Eddie was her best friend, she shouldn’t feel this way. She shouldn’t get butterflies every time eddie smiled. She shouldn’t get jealous anytime eddie would cuddle up with one of the other losers. She shouldn’t like her like that. She was a girl, Eddie was a girl, it was all so dumb! But if it was so dumb then why was she shaking?
Richie wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She was a dyke and a predatory one at that. To even think of kissing her best friend while she was asleep was disgusting in itself. Richie sighed as soft as she could and pulled her face further away from eddies. She couldn’t do this. Richie turned on her side to face the wall of eddies bedroom. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off. All she wanted was to sleep now. To just go to bed and forget about it all.
“Richie?”
Richie’s eyes shot open and her stomach sunk. Was eddie awake that entire time? Did she notice how long richie stayed there? Was it abnormal to not instantly move away?
“Richie, I know your awake”, Eddie tugged on the back of Richie’s tank top.
Richie rolled over to look at eddie who was now awake and staring intently back at her.
“What is it Ed’s?”, she tried to fake a tired smile.
“Why?”, Eddie said softly as she looked at the girl across from her, “why Richie?”. Richie’s face was blushing and her stomach was now plummeting, “why what eddie?”. Eddies scrunched up tired face pouted, “why won’t you do it?”. “Ahah, Eds I’m not quite so sure what you’re talking about her buddy”, Richie gulped. “You know what I mean Richie”, she moved closer into Richie’s space.
“Every time your over Richie, I try and I try and you never ever do it”. Now Richie was actually confused, what did eddie want?
“Eddie I’m so tired literally what the fuck are you talking about”, Richie’s anxiety and patience was running thin at this point.
“Why don’t you ever kiss me?”
“W-what?”, surely that wasn’t right.
“You never kiss me richie. And I always do stuff to make you do it and you never do and it’s dumb”, Eddie looked actually upset now. “Beverly said you liked me, and maybe she was lying but whenever I pull my moves on you you pause and it has to mean something right?”.
Richie was dumbfounded. What the actual fuck. Richie squeaked, “Moves?”.
Eddie paused awkwardly, “well, yea moves. Like I pretend to go to sleep and I get all close to you and try and get you to kiss me or whatever”, she trailed off in the last bit
“Eddie that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”, not a smooth line but Richie was in too much shock from the situation to say anything useful
“Richie that’s mean. You can just say you don’t like me but don’t make fun of my moves okay? Bev gave me advice and you know she knows all about that kind of stuff so,”
“Eddie I do like you, but that’s so stupid”, Richie was now cracking a smile at the idea of Eddie not only liking her back, but being this dumb about it. “Then why don’t you kiss me then?”. “Well I didn’t want to be a creep Eddie,,” “EuGh okay okay whatever can we just”-
Eddie held out her soft hands to hold Richie’s face and leaned in to kiss her. It was soft. She tasted like cherry chapstick and Richie melted into it. When Eddie pulled away, Richie’s eyes were hazy. “Mmm I liked that”, she grinned awkwardly up at eddie who was now propped up on her elbow. “Yea?”, Eddie blushed, “yea.”
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La Fin Des Temps Chapter 11 (Elu Hogwarts AU)
Mardi 10:40 - “I have to take care of something”
Lucas couldn’t stop staring at Eliott, and Eliott couldn’t stop staring at him. If he wasn’t careful, this was really going to get in the way of his studies. He glanced down at his empty worksheet. Well, more than it had already. Neither of them had left the Room of Requirement until Monday morning, when they’d had to because of classes. It had been painful, leaving the haven Lucas knew was going to disappear the minute they left. Even more painful was the fact that they hadn’t been able to sneak in any alone time all day, friends asking too many questions and not leaving them for even a moment. Fortunately, and surprisingly, none of them had even considered the possibility that Lucas and Eliott had been together all weekend. Actually, now that he thought about it, none of them had said anything about Eliott being missing at all. Yann nudged his side, not for the first time during their lesson, concern shining in his eyes.
“I’m starting to understand Imane’s issues with your work ethic, man. I thought you were in the library working all weekend?” he asked. It wasn’t accusatory, but he wasn’t going to let Lucas get away with the same lie he’d been telling since Lucas arrived back in the dormitory Monday morning.
“I was working,” Lucas argued, “Just not on Charms. I had so much shit to do for Potions and Arithmancy.”
“I still don’t understand why you chose Arithmancy over literally any other subject. It’s math, dude.” Yann shook his head incredulously. Lucas shrugged. He really didn’t mind math all that much. The numbers made sense to him, much more sense than pretending they could see the future with some tea leaves like the girls did in Divination. Though, he suspected the only reason they’d all continued Divination was to be in the same class together.
“Where’s Arthur?” Lucas realized suddenly, looking around the room before his gaze landed on Eliott’s again and he blushed involuntarily.
Yann simply looked at him like he was insane. “Dueling club captain? Remember? He had some meeting with the headmistress or something. I swear, Lucas, what’s up with you these days?”
Lucas had to try very hard to pay attention to Yann, eyes moving away from Eliott reluctantly. “What do you mean?”
“This, Friday, everything.” Yann rolled his eyes, snapping a finger in front of his face to get his focus. “Where’s your head at?”
“The same place it’s always at,” Lucas said defensively, but Yann pushed on.
“I’m not buying that. For weeks you’ve been in some sort of a daze. You ditch us all the time without excuse, or say you’re going to the library and don’t show up again for hours, even days. Friday at the meeting you just disappeared and I didn’t see you again until Monday morning. You didn’t respond to texts, Instagram messages, anything.”
“I’m sorry,” Lucas tried.
Yann shook his head. “I don’t need an apology, I just want to know what’s going on with you. You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Of course,” Lucas said without hesitation. Because he could, he just wasn’t sure he was ready. He didn’t even know what he and Eliott were, if they were dating or what, and he didn’t know if Eliott wanted everyone to know about them. Yann waited for Lucas to continue, so he did, just maybe not with the words Yann wanted. “There’s nothing, though. I swear. I’ve just been a bit out of it, I guess.”
Yann looked determined to press the subject further, but Lucas was saved by their professor asking them to pair up to practice jinxes. As much as Lucas wanted to pair up with Eliott, it would be odd for him to ditch Yann, so he watched helplessly as Eliott and Ian, another Ravenclaw in their year, moved to the other side of the room to practice. Yann followed his gaze.
“Did Arthur tell you that Eliott pulled another disappearing act?” Yann asked as they got in position. Ah, there it was. Frankly, he had been beginning to worry they hadn’t noticed. Lucas fired off a jinx, which Yann blocked with ease.
“No, he didn’t.” Lucas tried to sound uninterested, hoping Yann wouldn’t draw the connection between his and Eliott’s disappearances.
Yann sent a jinx Lucas’ way, just barely missing him and hitting the chair behind him. “Yeah, no one heard from him this weekend either. Did you?”
“Hmm?” Lucas asked. “Did I what?”
“Hear from him?” Yann prompted incredulously.
Maybe if he played dumb Yann would stop talking about Eliott. “Hear from who?”
“Eliott?”
“What about Eliott?”
“Dude, have you been listening? He was missing all weekend, even at the Quidditch match.”
“Huh, weird.”
“So you didn’t hear from him then?”
“Hear what?”
“Where he went?”
“Who?”
“Jesus, Lucas,” Yann nearly yelled in exasperation. This gave Lucas a great opening to hit him with a Jellylegs jinx, one that he’d perfected nonverbally. “Fuck!” Yann exclaimed as Lucas grinned victoriously.
“Sorry,” Lucas shrugged, not sorry at all.
“You little shit, that’s why you were acting so dumb,” Yann laughed, “You were trying to distract me, huh?”
Lucas looked around the room innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yann smiled at him and it was like everything was normal again, like it had been before Eliott had come in and turned Lucas’ life upside down. He never wanted Eliott out of his life, but it was nice for that moment to remember how to be friends with Yann without feeling the weight of things he was hiding from his best friend. The weight came back a moment later, of course, but Lucas ignored it to the best of his ability, focusing instead on blocking Yann and sending more jinxes his way.
A half hour later, when they left the Charms room, Lucas felt Eliott slip past him and put something in his hand as he passed by. Smooth fucker.
“What’s that?” Yann asked, and Lucas’ hand clenched on the small piece of paper he held until he realized Yann was looking curiously at his neck, right behind his ear. His other hand flew up to the area, hoping Eliott hadn’t left any visible marks there. Yann blinked a few times and then shrugged. “That was weird, I could have sworn there was a hedgehog…”
Lucas nearly breathed a sigh of relief. He’d forgotten about Eliott’s magical drawings. He didn’t know what Eliott had used to draw them on, but they avoided him every time he tried to wash them off, moving across his body whenever he got close. With his luck they’d be there forever, not that he minded. Lucas laughed and raised his eyebrows. “And I’m the one being weird?”
Yann rolled his eyes and waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I’ve gotta get to Muggle Studies. See you at lunch?”
“See you at lunch,” Lucas repeated before heading off in the opposite direction, waiting until Yann was out of sight before unfolding the piece of paper in his hand. It was a two part drawing, the right side showing a raccoon alone in a bathroom, the left side showing a raccoon and hedgehog holding hands together in the bathroom. Lucas almost scoffed at how small the hedgehog was-- he really wasn’t that small-- but was more overcome by appreciation for Eliott. On the back of the paper Eliott’s unique and untidy scrawl had written out ‘Lucas no. 1040 skips potions with Eliott no. 1432’.
Would Imane kill him? Yes, undoubtedly. Did he care, in that moment? Not one bit.
But where did Eliott want to meet him? He flipped the paper back over to look at the drawing, grin spreading over his face as he realized where to go.
As predicted, Eliott was leaning against one of the sinks casually as Lucas entered the bathroom Eliott had followed him into weeks prior. Eliott was smoking a cigarette, changing its smell with his wand every second or so. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said, blowing out smoke.
Lucas took his first few steps slow, then, unable to help himself, closed the rest of the distance between the two of them in a few long strides, smile so wide he thought his face might crack. Eliott cupped his face the instant they met, bringing their lips together in a heartstopping kiss.
Lucas wrapped his arms around Eliott’s neck, rising up on his toes to reach Eliott better. Eliott, ever the quick thinker, flipped them so Lucas was pressed against the sinks and lifted him up onto the countertop, positioning himself between Lucas’ legs. “This works,” Lucas murmured against Eliott’s lips, pressing their foreheads together.
“You know,” Eliott began, playing with Lucas’ tie, “This looks really great on you, but it’s getting in the way, don’t you think?”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”
Eliott grinned and undid his own tie, leaving Lucas to do the same, discarding his robes and jumper as well. Naturally, this was the one day they both decided to wear full uniforms. Eliott unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on Lucas’ shirt as well, placing his palm against Lucas’ chest before leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his heart. Lucas was barely breathing, breathing in gasps, one hand clenched in Eliott’s hair, the other gripping the sink beside him.
He lowered his head and brought Eliott’s face to his, letting their mouths meet once more. Nothing would ever compare to this feeling, to the taste of Eliott’s lips, his tongue, his everything. If it wasn’t a completely reckless and terrible idea to strip down right then and there, where anyone could walk in, Lucas would have in an instant.
Blinking at the thought, Lucas pulled back, muttering as Eliott moved his mouth back down to Lucas’ collarbone. “Eliott, Eliott, stop for a minute.”
Eliott stopped immediately, looking at Lucas with the expression of a confused puppy. It was adorable, but Lucas didn’t have time to appreciate it fully. He pointed to the door. “We should… I don’t know. Anyone could walk in.”
Eliott’s brows creased further. “Didn’t you see the out of order sign I put on the door?”
He hadn’t paid attention to much of anything as he’d hurried to the bathroom, tunnel vision on Eliott, even from corridors away. “Um… no,” he admitted.
“Well, I put one there,” Eliott laughed.
“Do you really think it will work?”
“Let’s find out.” He pulled Lucas in by the neck and crashed their lips together. Any worries Lucas had were immediately obliterated from his mind. Eliott’s out of order sign was sure to do the trick. Eliott unbuttoned Lucas’ shirt a bit further, sliding the sleeves off his shoulders so he could kiss them. As he did so, Lucas repeated the gesture, leaving a kiss on Eliott’s chest with each button he undid.
Eliott let out a soft gasp. “You’re gonna fucking kill me if you keep doing that.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Lucas’ lips twisted into a cocky smirk.
“No. Not now, not ever.” Lucas grinned as Eliott brought Lucas’ face up to his, exploring each others mouths like there was nothing else in the world left to explore. To Lucas, there wasn’t. Except perhaps the rest of Eliott’s body, the few lines and muscles he had left to commit to memory. Eliott’s hand brushed his cheekbone and Eliott pulled away from him just enough to exhale a small, breathy laugh.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” Lucas teased.
Eliott laughed a bit harder. “Yes, actually.”
Lucas spun around from his seat on the countertop, glancing into the mirror. “Wait, really?” He studied his reflection, catching a glimpse of a raccoon taking the hand of a hedgehog and pulling him out of view. Lucas couldn’t help but laugh himself.
“These little guys are never going away, I hope you know what you’ve done,” Lucas said seriously. Eliott leaned down to brush his lips against Lucas’ shoulder, the hedgehog resting there blushing as he did so.
He tilted his head back up, supermodel eyes full of humor and searing into Lucas. “You think I didn’t do that on purpose? You’ll be old and wrinkled and gray and these two will pop up on your bald head when you least expect it.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll ever go bald,” Lucas scoffed.
“I mean, with all that hairspray…”
“Shut up!” Lucas pressed his hands to Eliott’s chest. “Besides, you told Yann you liked it.”
“I mostly just like you,” Eliott confessed. “Everything about you.”
Lucas blushed against his will. Eliott really needed to stop feeding his ego. At the same time, he hoped Eliott would never stop. “Wait a minute,” he giggled, “Your amortentia… the last thing was my hairspray wasn’t it?”
Now it was Eliott’s turn to go red. “No.”
Lucas laughed harder. “It so was.”
“I don’t know where you’d get that preposterous idea.”
“Mmmm, sure.”
Eliott looked down with a smile, glancing back up at Lucas through his eyelashes. “Besides, you with your cigarette smoke, ink, paint, rain… not very subtle.” Lucas pretended to be offended, hands dancing up and down Eliott’s mostly bare chest.
“So what, I had a crush on you. Turned out all right for me, didn’t it?”
“Awww, you had a crush on me? That’s so sweet.” Eliott’s eyes crinkled at the sides the way Lucas loved.
He shoved Eliott away playfully. “Oh shut up, you had a crush on me too.”
Eliott grabbed onto Lucas’ hand, and Lucas pulled him back in close. “You’re right,” Eliott admitted, “You’re just either the world’s most oblivious person, or I need to up my flirting game.”
“I’m not oblivious,” Lucas huffed.
“Then why did I have to wait four whole weeks to kiss you?” Eliott wasn’t whining exactly, but there was a neediness to his playful tone that Lucas was getting very turned on by, if he was being completely honest with himself.
“Maybe you were the oblivious one,” Lucas suggested. Eliott wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. “Me? Oblivious? Never.”
The look he gave Lucas reminded him of Ouba’s face when she wanted treats, and it was more endearing than Lucas cared to admit. “Fine, fine, we’re both oblivious, useless, disaster gays, blah blah blah.”
“I’m pan, technically,” Eliott pointed out.
“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”
Eliott didn’t wait a single second longer, kissing Lucas again. And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Lucas wasn’t entirely sure how long they sat there, him on the counter, Eliott between his legs, kissing like the world was about to end. They only stopped when Lucas’ phone buzzed, jarring them back to the present. He was stunned to find that he had multiple messages from his friends through Instagram.
monvoisintuturo: Lulu, at least give a heads up if you’re going to skip potions
basile_simple: He’s missing again? We need to put a bell on him or something
y4z4s: What are you guys talking about? I saw him going to class after Charms
monvoisintuturo: Well he clearly didn’t make it…
y4z4s: Should we still wait for you for lunch, Lucas?
monvoisintuturo: I wonder if Eliott knows where he is
basile_simple: Oh yeah, man, add Eliott to the chat
monvoisintuturo: I can’t, he doesn’t follow me. Only Lulu can
basile_simple: I’m still confused by that
y4z4s: By what?
basile_simple: Eliott following Lucas!
y4z4s: Oh, Lucas said it was some sort of bet or something
basile_simple: That’s anticlimactic
Lucas checked the time quickly and realized lunch was about to start. Fuck, he really needed to go. Had he and Eliott really spent the entire period kissing in the not-so out of order bathroom? It wasn’t the worst way to spend his time, he supposed.
He started buttoning his shirt back up in a rush, catching Eliott’s confused gaze as he hopped down from the counter. Shirt, jumper, robes, tie, fuck, where were all his clothes?
“Lunch,” he said by way of explanation.
Eliott still looked confused. “And…”
“The boys will kill me if I go MIA again. I’m sure Imane is about ready to kill me already.” He shivered at the thought, hoping Imane and Harriet had at least been able to vent to one another about their respective potions partners.
Finally dressed, he rushed to the door, turning around when he realized Eliott wasn’t following, hadn’t even redressed himself yet. “Are you coming?”
Eliott blushed a violent shade of scarlet. “I have to take care of something.”
“What-- oh,” Lucas began, faltering when he saw the awkward way Eliott was positioned. He laughed a little bit and Eliott rolled his eyes. “Unless you want to take care of it for me?” Eliott suggested, and it was Lucas’ turn to blush. In truth, he did want that, more than anything, but he also wanted to live long enough to do it again, so he really had to go.
“See you in the Great Hall,” Lucas said a bit breathlessly. Eliott smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to Lucas.
“See you in the Great Hall.” Eliott didn’t move, gaze still fastened onto Lucas’ face. Lucas didn’t move an inch either, wishing to stay in the bathroom with Eliott for just one more second. His phone buzzed again, and they broke eye contact.
“I’m going to go now,” Lucas said, unconvincingly, but he willed his feet to carry him the rest of the way to the door and they did. He cast one more glance back at Eliott, memorizing the way he smiled back at Lucas, tucking the memory away to think of when they inevitably had to part for the day.
Before he could lose all his self control and run back into Eliott’s embrace, Lucas pushed the door open, tearing away the out of order sign as he did so, throwing it into a bin as he rushed to the Great Hall.
Luckily or unluckily for him, all his friends were already seated when he walked in. Eliott and Daphne’s seating arrangement protest had been embraced by nearly the entire school, though both the girls and the boys were sitting together at the Gryffindor table today. Arthur was the first to notice him walk in, scooting over so Lucas could take a seat between himself and Manon.
Imane wasn’t glaring daggers at him as he approached, but analyzing him carefully through narrowed eyes. Her stare was so intense that he couldn’t meet her eyes, feeling a bit like she was drawing some conclusions about him that he wasn’t sure he wanted her to draw. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything, just kept staring.
He tried to act casual as he sat down, but he couldn’t help but notice everyone had stopped talking, eyes on him. Manon was the first to speak, bless her, not even mentioning his lateness or anything out of the ordinary. “So, Lucas, did you hear about the--”
She was cut off by Daphne, who smiled at Lucas apologetically. “You know that the opposite house dress week isn’t until next week, right?”
Lucas furrowed his brows. He did know this, why was she bringing it up? He nodded slowly, carefully.
“Oh, cool, well then, um,” she continued, glancing briefly at Emma out of the corner of her eye, “Why are you wearing a Ravenclaw tie?”
Putain.
He tried not to look down at his tie-- or, Eliott’s, rather-- as he floundered for an excuse. “Obviously I know that your dress thingy isn’t until next week. But I thought, hey, what if some people don’t know about it yet? If I wear the wrong tie, people will ask questions, and if they ask questions, I’ll get to explain to them the inter-house unity club dress challenge, or whatever you want to call it. That way more people will participate.”
Daphne squealed and leaned over to him, pulling him into an awkward hug over the table. “Lucas! You’re the best! Why didn’t I think of doing that?”
Everyone else seemed less enthusiastic about his response. Manon and Imane exchanged a glance,-- he didn’t even want to know what that meant, though he could probably guess-- Emma narrowed her eyes once before shrugging and accepting his excuse without argument, Basile and Alexia simply looked confused, Yann looked like he wanted to believe him, and Arthur seemed to be moments away from solving a puzzle. Lucas hoped Arthur’s puzzle wasn’t close to the real reason he was wearing the wrong tie. Eliott’s tie.
Fuck, Eliott would be there any minute. Lucas had to find a way to head him off before he could make the situation worse. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to message Eliott, thankful his friends had mostly gone back to their own conversations.
lucallemant: Don’t come to the Great Hall
srodulv: i’m almost there… what’s wrong?
lucallemant: Look at your tie
Lucas bounced his knee under the table as he waited for Eliott to respond. Just their luck. He wasn’t totally opposed to the idea of telling his friends about them, but they didn’t even know he was gay. Plus, this wasn’t the most ideal setting, and he didn’t know what to call his relationship with Eliott, if he could even call it a relationship. In all their talking, somehow it hadn’t come up.
“Where did you get the tie?” Arthur asked, and Lucas bumped his knee under the table in surprise, flipping his phone over.
“I, uh, found it,” he mumbled distractedly, trying to appear nonchalant.
Clearly, neither Yann nor Arthur were convinced. Yann pointed out, “You were wearing your Gryffindor tie when you left Charms.”
“Yeah, where did you go, anyway? Imane looked ready to kill when you didn’t show up,” Arthur chimed back in.
“I felt… sick,” Lucas tried. The boys raised their eyebrows.
“Sick?” Arthur repeated slowly. Lucas nodded.
“I think something didn’t sit right with me during breakfast, and, you know.” He shot them all a meaningful glance. Arthur choked on his food and looked Lucas up and down once.
“Dude did you shit your pants?”
“What? No!” Lucas exclaimed incredulously, breaking into nervous laughter. “But you can see why I skipped potions, then.”
Arthur snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Do what you gotta do, man. Although, it would have been funny to see Rigaux’s reaction if you shit yourself in her class.”
Lucas couldn’t help but laugh along with his friends, shoving Arthur playfully. This explanation seemed to do it for them, though, and Lucas took their new distraction with Basile’s weird eating habits as an excuse to check his phone. He had three new messages from Eliott.
srodulv: merde
srodulv: i’m guessing our friends noticed?
srodulv: what did you say?
It warmed his heart a bit, to see Eliott say ‘our friends’ instead of ‘your friends’. He was glad that Eliott considered the girls and boys to be his friends as well. He knew they felt the same about Eliott.
lucallemant: I made up some bs excuse about helping raise inter house unity club awareness. Not sure if everyone bought it, but they let the subject drop
srodulv: oh
srodulv: not that now is the best time to… explain things, but do you not want your friends to know about us?
Lucas noted the shift from our to your. Did Eliott really think Lucas would be ashamed of him? It was too absurd to even consider.
lucallemant: No, it’s not that, I just didn’t know if you did
lucallemant: Plus none of them know I’m, you know…
srodulv: gay?
lucallemant: Ha ha, yeah, that
srodulv: no rush or anything, i don’t want you to feel pressured…
Lucas chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t feel pressured at all, and maybe that’s why he made a split second decision.
lucallemant: I think I want them to know
srodulv: really?
lucallemant: I mean, maybe not today, but soon. This weekend…?
srodulv: :)
lucallemant: Yeah?
srodulv: yeah. does this mean i get to call you my boyfriend?
Lucas had to try very, very, hard to keep from reacting in the slightest, but he was almost positive a bright blush had spread over his face. Boyfriend. That was new, but Lucas found that he quite liked it.
lucallemant: Boyfriend, huh?
srodulv: …?
lucallemant: I think I’d like that, mon mec
srodulv: yeah?
lucallemant: Yeah.
srodulv: <3
lucallemant: Stop that, I have a reputation to uphold
srodulv: <333333
Lucas rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the smile working its way over his face. Eliott would be the death of him. Manon nudged his side gently. “You good?” Her face looked more concerned than a smile usually warranted. Did he really smile so little that this sign of happiness made her wary?
“I’m great,” he answered truthfully, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
Her brows twitched. “Ouais?”
He nearly laughed. He’d gotten so used to only speaking French with Eliott that he’d nearly forgotten it was his and Manon’s thing first. “Ouais,” he assured her.
Lucas tried to turn his attention back to his other friends, avoiding the small smile that twitched at the corner of Manon’s mouth, basically confirming she knew more than she was letting on. “Justin Bieber? Seriously? Where is this kid, I need to have a word with him about his music taste,” Arthur was ranting.
“What?” Lucas asked. Yann showed Lucas his phone screen and Lucas nearly choked in surprise.
That was how they were playing this, then? Lucas tuned out the rest of the conversation, searching for a different song. They really were going to be the most annoying couple ever, even if no one knew it yet. Lucas really couldn’t find it in himself to care one bit, because Eliott was his boyfriend. Eliott Demaury. His boyfriend. God, he was so happy.
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Harley Quinn is Not A Good Role Model: Chapter 9
Rated T-M for language and graphic descriptions of violence
Pairing: Dr. Flug/Black Hat
Summary: Dr. Flug Slys is a successful psychiatrist working at one of the world’s most respected mental institutes for the criminally insane. But this new patient is unlike anything he’s ever encountered. Flug is determined to help him, nonetheless.
Black Hat has other ideas.
Chapter 9: Feeling Are Illogical
This has been quite the peculiar day.
First in the matter of its abnormality was that my two most frequent sentries, who have been silent as death in their vigil since my arrival, had become unnervingly unconcerned with the danger their job entailed – guarding me, the most harrowing thing – and were now seeing fit to chat between themselves like a pair of irritating school children standing in a lunch line. I did not care to learn their names, I did not care to hear their conversation, and I did not care to let them know how much their inattentiveness irked me. Comfortableness leads to error, after all. So I retreated to the far corner of my cushioned cell in its limited refuge.
I stayed in that position for so long that I lost track of time and forgot myself and my surroundings, feeling instead the tug of the subconscious and falling into the depths of my ingenuity. I was still aware of any changes in the physical world, but for all intents and purposes I was not actually there. If not for the damned collar around my neck, it would have become a literal thing as well.
When I came back to myself some hours later, it was to find dear Dr. Flug conversing with my jailors in abhorrent chumminess. It was enough to bring an angry tint to my eye that the psychiatrist must have noticed, because he turned in that moment and we made eye contact. I knew he had been discussing me – it was written all over his sagged, sacked face. I joined the little powwow in my own terms and learned exactly what was going on.
My anomaly proceeded to surprise me yet again, demanding my attention and my word. Such a manner of action I would normally perceive as rude and unbecoming, but on his visage it could almost be considered brave. It was enough to intrigue me, and when he correctly guessed that I was indeed a creature of my word, it pleased me for reasons I could not immediately distinguish.
His disgusting, syrupy smile threw me off even more so, and I was forced to retreat again, defeated even as my opponent failed to realize his participation. I loathed and luxuriated in the feelings it brought and gnashed my teeth at the troublesome contradictions.
Now, the complexities of language have always been one of the few aspects of culture I can truthfully say I appreciate from the unfortunately domineering species on this planet. Metaphors, word plays, and related nuances are especially interesting to watch as they change and develop over the decades. Some, of course, are less interesting than others. I’m not particularly fond of the phrase ‘it never ceases to amaze me’ yet am often amused by it, because humans as a whole have such pathetic minds that it’s no wonder they are constantly in awe of the things they can’t grasp – which is quite the multitude, I can assure you.
Occasionally I am forced to concede the usefulness of phrases such as that one, and this was one of those instances. Dr. Flug Slys had so far exceeded every expectation, sidestepped almost every snare, and caused contradictions that I very rarely experience from humans. I hated that, hated how I have been unable to read him so readily as I have so many others. That wasn’t even mentioning his darkness, which I still had yet to fully pinpoint and desired to know every juicy morsel about it. It was thrilling and perplexing and altogether something I was not used to.
‘Not used to’ was not a sentence I have needed to use to refer to myself in a very, very long time.
The day took an abrupt turn after that to territory resembling a circus act, if I may be frank. A group of medical doctors came to my hallway corner, accompanied by Flug who buzzed around as a dumb little busy bee. They all fretted and fussed over a giant blue bear wearing a fitted green sweater, of all things. It was downright deplorable.
Just as my psychiatrist had informed me, this pitiful excuse for an inmate was ushered into a neighboring padded room and I took the risk of inching along one wall to obtain a better look at the procession. Flug was wrapped in the bear’s gigantic arms, whispering his psychologist promises and making a fool of himself, but the others did not seem to notice or mind it. Infuriating.
Most of the physicians gave mumbled opinions and medical babble and were content enough to leave mere minutes after their source of scrutiny was successfully stuck in its cell. A few were stupid enough to look in the direction of my window, but I knew they couldn’t see me. Lights of all kinds – electrical, oil, fluorescent, it didn’t matter – would always malfunction in periods of long exposure to my presence, and at nearly five days these ones were too far gone to recover.
It took far too long, but eventually the only ones left were the bear, Flug, and my two barely-vigilant but ever-present security force. The new inmate gurgled in some vague semblance of sanity and speech and I could feel my lips curl involuntarily in disgust. But I had told Dr. Flug that I would not provoke unless made to do so, and I am a fiend of my word.
My psychiatrist finally spoke words that no longer dripped sickening honey, and it perked me into giving my attention.
“It’ll only be for a-a little while, okay? No longer than two weeks, your doctor promised me. Look, I even brought all your toys and things, see? We can arrange them later or play with them if you’d like.”
The bear sat despondently in his room, unwilling to let go of Flug even as the doctor attempted to bring his gaze towards some stuffed animal. I scoffed at the sight and received an actual, heated glare from my anomaly. He was growing balls yet again.
“Okay, 505, I need you to listen carefully. There’s another patient i-in that room over there, see that? No, I know you can’t see him in the dark, I can’t see him right now either but he’s there, okay? Now he’s my newest patient, the one you smelled earlier – easy! It’s alright, he’s not gonna hurt you!”
I flicked one eyebrow up in unconcerned enjoyment as Flug tried unsuccessfully to keep his giant, heavy, struggling bear from knocking over his sad little painting canvas. They didn’t so much wrestle but awkwardly fumbled around, one having the sensible goal to get as far away from my room as possible and the other trying to hold him. I decided I’d help things along.
“Perhaps there is something I could do, dear doctor?”
The instant freeze-up from patient and guardian was downright hilarious. I stepped again to my window and offered my most winning smile. The bear, 505 as he seemed to be called, gave a lovely little whimper and became as still as a hunted deer. Flug expressed the further growth of his distasteful disrespect by planting himself in front of the creature and crossing his arms.
“I thought we p-promised you wouldn’t mess with him.”
Saying ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ – a common trope most used to avoid blame or individual responsibility. I had the distinct notion he frequented this phrase far too often.
“Why, Dr. Flug, we did indeed, but I am not ‘messing with him’ as you so crudely imply. I am simply offering my services in your patient’s readjustment. Surely there is something I can do?”
“N-No thank you.” My psychiatrist clenched his teeth in a wonderful grating of bone and turned his back – turned his back on me! – in order to give his full attention to the sniffling bear. “505, it’s really okay. I asked him to leave you a-alone and he will, I promise. There are cameras up here and he can’t get out –”
“Don’t bet your life on that, Flug.”
“…He can’t get out and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll visit every single day instead of every two, and we’ll do finger painting tomorrow just like I said we would. Alright?”
505 had enough instinct to keep his bulging eyes on me even as he nodded. They hugged, a long and nauseating process, and then Dr. Flug removed himself from the room, closing the door. I could no longer see the bear and would have to move my position to do so, but instead I remained where I was as my psychiatrist marched up to my window with a squeaky little hiss.
“W-What are you doing?”
“I’m standing here, Doctor.”
“You know e-exactly what I mean,” he took ahold of his headwear and tugged at it none too gently. “I had your, your word. You said you’d leave h-him alone.”
“So I did.” I made an observation of his body language, having never encountered it before. Angry bag creases around the goggles, which itself was doing nothing to mute the furious betrayal in his eyes. He was rigid – a common occurrence but the foreign emotions were adding a layer of fight to his stance instead of the usual flight. His fists were trembling only just.
I narrowed my eyes in contemplation of what these changes looked like on my doctor and what I thought of it. He was still glaring at me expectantly, so I threw him a proverbial bone.
“I was simply offering my assistance, Dr. Slys. I have never gone against my word and I have no plans on doing so now. I will leave your 505 alone so long as he leaves me be in return.”
“But you – he w-wasn’t – fine. Just, fine. I’ve g-got enough to worry about right now, I won’t p-poke the hornet’s nest.” He pressed the palms of his hands against his goggles, pushing them into his face. No doubt that was very painful.
“An excellent idea, Doctor. I’ll pass your courteousness along to the hornets.”
Flug shook his head in disbelief and took one last measured glance at the bear, who was peeking carefully out of his barred window. They waved pitifully at each other before the psychiatrist left, and I kept my eyes on him for as long as I was able. My guards trotted along dutifully after him, my guess to gossip.
This 505 character had his terrified gaze on me and I felt all my previous irritation return full force. I gave him a clear look of distain and he whined and shuffled but did not hide. I raised an eyebrow.
“It appears we are at an impasse, bear.” I lounged lazily against my door. “I cannot provoke you without due cause, and although your mere presence is quite vexing you haven’t actually done anything to warrant my aggression. At least, not according to our dear doctor.”
The bear made a noise that I suppose could technically be classified as speech. It was barbaric, but easy enough to decipher.
“Because he asked me not to, and I vowed to him that I would not. Is that really so hard to believe, bear?”
There was a reply that told me in no uncertain terms that yes, it was very hard to believe. He sniffed the air and shuddered, providing another topic for the pointless conversation.
“So you can smell me? That isn’t uncommon among animals. I have a magnetic presence to many species.” Except humans – the dense, ignorant whelps that they were. “What of it?”
‘Why doctor smell like you?’
“I am his patient, bear, same as you. We don’t participate in…infernal displays of affection as unprofessional as you displayed earlier, but I have reminded him of his place. Surely you have noticed his limp from days ago?”
‘Dark spot,’ the bear looked down at himself. I could see only to his neck and assumed he was referring to his chest or stomach.
“Dark spot? Do you mean a bruise?” The affirming nod made me chuckle. “Yes, that would be my mark. I have not seen it, personally, and I’m surprised you had that chance. Flug seems rather prude. What was the coloring?”
My unwanted neighbor grimaced and pointed at me. It took me but a moment to realize.
“A black bruise? Oh, how wonderfully nasty.” I tilted my head as the bear swallowed nervously and fidgeted. He seemed to share some traits with his care provider. “I can’t help but notice you are not restrained as I am. How have you managed that, bear?”
Shoulders shrugging and befuddled blinking were my answer. It set a bothersome twinge of jealousy into the brim of my hat, but I supposed it made sense. This thing was no danger to anyone. If I was being begrudgingly honest, he really didn’t belong in this place, either.
I wondered if Flug shared a similar thought.
“Bear, I have another question.” He shook in place and it made me roll my eyes. “Come off it, I am only keeping up our small chat as a matter of necessity. I do not have the privileges to pass the time as you seem to.”
This we seemed to agree on, at least, because the patient unfurled himself just a little and responded fairly less hesitantly. ‘What?’
“What do you think of your doctor?”
‘Oh,’ he cocked his big fluffy head at me, almost enough to trigger my gag reflex. ‘Good doctor, friend. Helps me. Plays with me. Best friend!’ This statement was topped off with a horrendously cheerful, dimpled smile that had me flexing my claws within their confines. My accursed collar beeped at me in warning.
“Is that all? Just shallow, silly things?” I started to turn away, feeling like I had wasted time even in its abundance.
‘Broken. Like me.’
I stopped short and snapped my neck around to meet his gaze. I was so startled that I didn’t take pleasure in the bear’s wince from the sound of cracking bones. He looked very unsettled at my change in attitude but I cared very little to keep up appearances with this morsel of information just beyond my reach.
“What do you mean, broken.” It was expected of him, demanded of him, and he knew it.
‘Ah, ah…’ the patient tucked his snout just below the window, to where I could not see his mouth. ‘I’m broken. Hurt. Hurt by people. Hurt by –’ the bear cut himself off and started whining nonsensically. I recognized the signs of distress and was forced to back down in remembrance of my promise to my doctor.
“Goddamn it.” It took every ounce of willpower I had to step away from my door, but I did it successfully and sild down against the wall, crossing my legs and listening to the cursed bear whine and whimper and slowly come back to himself.
I waited until there was definite silence from his side before I returned to my feet and peered out the window. I could see about half of the bear, laying on the floor and cuddling pathetically with a stuffed purple whale.
Every time I learned something about Dr. Flug, it only seemed to lead to more questions. He had a delicious sort of darkness, and from what I gathered was very protective of his inmates to the point of gaining a rare expression of bravery. There was little doubt he would go to great lengths for the bear, if not all of his patients. It made me wonder whether he’d extend that protectiveness to my person.
He was also apparently ‘broken’, but in what way and how much remained to be seen. It frustrated me greatly, forced to watch my words and my actions in this horrible prison when all I wanted to do was take.
That bear was a nuisance. He was a nuisance even before he arrived, for causing my confrontation with my doctor and making Flug act the way he did, the root of my bemusing contradictions. The bear was even more of a nuisance now that I knew he had such valuable information but could crack so easily. I would have to tread very carefully to get what I desired.
One thing was undoubtable however – this patient was more useful to me than I first thought. How useful exactly was the question, but the feeling in what passed as my ‘gut’ told me it was very, very much so. And it all revolved around one solitary little twig of a human who hid his identity behind paper and seemed just as breakable.
A most peculiar day indeed.
Just a few more chapters and I’ll be all caught up, hooray!
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Touch Me (2)
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Description: You react to the news you received, and Chanyeol randomly shows up at your apartment
Word Count: 2,121
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader
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Your initial reaction was to laugh. There was absolutely no way that what this girl had said was true - Chanyeol in love with you? The idea made you scoff at best. You must’ve stared for a few moments too long because you could tell the girl before you was becoming uncomfortable.
“I-I’m sorry,” you grinned, “there has to be some sort of mistake.”
“He talks about it with Baekhyun all the time. Junmyeon even tells me how much Chanyeol -” Her hand shot up to her mouth to cover it. You tilted your head a bit, narrowing your eyes.
“Junmyeon? Kim Junmyeon? Leader of EXO, cries when receiving rewards, that Junmyeon?” You let out an incredulous scoff. “I’m sorry, I just never expected him to have a girlfriend.”
“He’s, uh...very discreet about it. None of the boys know. I assume that none of them know about your situation with Chanyeol...Junmyeon just has a hunch that Chanyeol’s head over heels for y- is something funny?” She frowned once you began laughing again.
“Just...Chanyeol, in love with me? That’s literally impossible.” You chuckled, shaking your head.
“Then ask him about it.” She shrugged. “The worst he could do would be saying he doesn’t have feelings for you. I’m Mina, by the way.”
“I’m -”
“I know your name.” She smiled softly. “I guess that’s what happens when you know all of the boys, huh?”
Chanyeol had just so happened to invite himself over to your place again. You were still struggling with everything Mina told you. How could this be true? How could you let this get to you like it was true? There was absolutely way that Chanyeol harbored any feelings for you besides platonic - or lust. Lust was often mistaken for love.
You’d been lost in thought when he basically threw the door open.
“Do you know how fucking draining it is to work with people who have no idea what they’re doing?” He groaned, falling onto the couch next to you.
“The song with the trainee?” You asked.
“Why do they have me working on seventy projects all at once? I’m one guy.” He sighed, running his fingers through his soft hair. You bit your lip as your mind travelled back to the possibility of him having feelings for you. To distract yourself, you thought of the other shocking news you’d received.
“Junmyeon has a girlfriend.” You watched as Chanyeol sat up quickly.
“You’re serious?” He gaped. “I knew something was happening. Do you know who it is?”
“Some Mina girl. She works for SM too.”
“Junmyeon’s so dumb sometimes,” Chanyeol sighed, “he thinks with his heart. You can’t do that in businesses like this.”
“She seemed sweet enough, if Junmyeon had a type it would definitely be her.” You shrugged. “I think it’s good that he’s dating.” You gave him your honest opinion.
“Wanna know what I think is good?” He gave you a signature half smile in return, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you wished you could unsee. There was no denying him after you saw it.
“Chan, this...is this all you see this relationship as?” You blurted it out before you could think of anything else to say. It clouded your mind. His eyes softened immediately as his eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean?” He asked, almost like he was concerned.
“Is this just sex for you? Are we still friends or is this all sex? Is it more than sex?” You shot questions out faster than you could form them and you could see the shock on his face at your boldness.
“Slow down, (Y/N), one question at a time.” He almost smiled. “Of course we’re friends. You can still talk to me about anything. If you don’t want to keep having sex, we don’t have to.”
“That’s definitely not it.” You told him quickly.
“Then what is it?”
“I just...I shouldn’t listen to things people say.” You smiled at him and shook your head. You saw his face drop and his ears turned red.
“You haven’t been talking to Baekhyun, have you?” He was worried, you could see it on his face but you didn’t dare lie to him.
“No, of course not, Mina just thought she overheard things.” You didn’t want him to push anymore information from you so you found yourself leaning forward and kissing him. His lips had always been exceptionally soft, but you only realized when you actually took your time to feel him.
“Do you really want this, or are you trying to distract me?” He breathed against your lips gently.
“Maybe a little bit of both.” You pulled him back to you, the feeling of his lips becoming an addiction that you never wanted to get over. His hand reached up and cupped your cheek. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and you gladly gave his tongue entrance into your mouth.
He explored you like his life depended on it, like he had to memorize every inch of you if he was to survive. You slowly felt him lower you onto the couch, your back coming in contact with the material. He easily found his position in between your legs.
“As much as I’d really like to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he breathed heavily against your lips, “I need...time to be inside you. Lots and lots of time.”
“Take as much time as you need.” You pressed your lips to his again, attempting to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged it from his shoulders soon after you had it unbuttoned. You ran your fingers down his chest, stopping just above the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Everything I have,” he kissed your neck, “is for you.” You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat and that he didn’t make your stomach twist. He did those things - he was the only one to do those things.
His hands slid under your shirt, only breaking his contact with your skin to pull it off of you. He ran his teeth along your neck, a small moan leaving your lips at the sensation.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” he groaned, “I could cum just thinking about it.” His voice grew deeper the more he spoke, the more turned on he got. You felt a chill travel down your spine along with wetness seeping from your core.
“Not yet,” you leaned into his kiss, “don’t cum yet.”
“No promises.” He expertly unclasped your bra, and before the fabric could even hit the floor, his lips wrapped around your nipple, your back arching and a moan leaving your lips. His fingers drifted up to tweak the other.
He sat up abruptly, working on his pants as he attempted to free himself from his confines. There was something so hot about him when his face was overtaken with lust and his hands worked faster than his mind.
You worked on your own pants, quickly shoving both your pants and panties down to your ankles. Before you could kick them off, Chanyeol had already freed himself, his large hand wrapped around his impressive, thick length to get himself ready for you.
He came back over you, kissing you with force, but still softly at the same time. You melted into his lips, whimpering when you felt the tip of his cock against your slit. He reached down, grabbing a hold of himself to tease you gently.
“You’re so wet,” he hummed in content against your lips. You could take it anymore, the waiting, his games. You pushed him off of you, making him sit on the couch as you kicked your pants off before you straddled his lap.
“You take too long.” You muttered before gently sitting down on his length. You’d only gotten him halfway inside when you had to stop for a second, leaning against his chest for support.
His large hands rested on your hips, slowly continuing to lower you down on him. Once he had bottomed out, you were breathing heavily against his neck. One of his hands trailed up to your hair, kissing you gently as he waited for you to adjust.
You felt full. He felt so good inside you that you almost forgot that you would eventually have to move. He was very patient with you, enjoying the way your lips melded together. You started off by grinding your hips against his, anything to give him the friction he desired.
He moaned softly against your lips, the hand not tangled in your hair explored the skin of your back.
“You’re so warm,” he hummed against your lips, “I-I...fuck.” He moved from your lips to your neck, burying his head there while he attempted to keep himself quiet with the skin of your neck.
You lifted yourself up, slowly dropping back down on him. Whimpers of his name left your lips as you began a steady pace on top of him. He moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently. You couldn’t even think straight as the friction took over not only your body, but your mind.
Chanyeol drove you crazy and there was no way to stop it.
“Stop,” Chanyeol groaned, holding onto your hips, “I want to make you cum somewhere more comfortable.” He kept you close to him, keeping a secure grip on you as he stood up slowly. You involuntarily clenched your muscles around him, a groan leaving his lips.
“You feel so good, Chan.” You told him as he walked towards your bedroom. You felt your back slowly begin to touch the softness of the mattress before your head touched the pillows. Not once did his member leave your core.
“Now let me take care of you.” He pulled out and thrusted back in, it was a continuous cycle of in and out and you didn’t mind if it never ended. You were willing to take anything Chanyeol gave you.
You already felt warm everywhere, it felt like your whole body was tingling as your nails dug into his shoulders. You could already feel everything at a thousand times what it actually was, you knew you’d finish soon.
His chest brushed against yours with each of his gentle thrusts, and if you didn’t know any better, you think he was making love to you.
That’s not what you two did. You fucked and then he usually went home.
His tip brushed against your g-spot and you found a long, loud moan leaving your lips. He bucked his hips, a sure sign that he was close as well. There were no words needed between the two of you to convey where each one was.
He had tells and so did you. His hips would buck and he would give you a desperate look. Sometimes he would bite down on your shoulder, it depended on how rough he was feeling. You enjoyed it all, there was yet to a be a time when you didn’t enjoy sex with Chanyeol.
One more brush against your g-spot and your back arched, your nails digging into his skin as you tightened around him. You left red lines in your wake as he joined you in climax, his release decorating your walls.
He panted above you for a moment before he gave you the same, fucked out smile he always gave you after you had sex with him. You reached up and cupped his cheek, returning his smile as he slowly pulled his softening member out of you.
He rolled next to you and pulled you close to him.
“Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I don’t want a lecture from Junmyeon.”
“You’re always welcome here.” You told him with a chuckle, turning away from him.
“Why do you do that?” He asked.
“Do what?”
“Turn away from me when I ask to stay. Am I not good enough at cuddling? Do my abilities only show in the sex part?” He seemed almost genuinely hurt. He rarely stayed, but he was right - every time he had stayed, you attempted to stay away from him.
“I...I don’t know.” You turned back to him. “I guess I’m kind of scared of intimacy.”
“You...you know we just had sex right?” He attempted to hold back his chuckle.
“Chan, it’s not funny,” you sighed, “let’s just talk about tomorrow.” You went to turn back around again but he stopped you, pulling you close to his chest. Your own chest tightened as you felt yourself tense.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He began to trace shapes against your shoulder. “Just sleep. You can trust me.”
So you did, you fell asleep enveloped in Chanyeol’s warmth.
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