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Mostly Pleasant Surprises 2 of 4
Discovery
This is the final installment of "how they finally got together." I promise. 😊
Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick & Casey MacTavish (F!MC)
Rating: Teen
Words: 2,000
Series Summary: It's been months since the chemical attack, and "kind of" exes-turned-friends Tobias & Casey have been stubbornly denying their growing feelings for each other. But when a series of events threatens to come between them, will they find their way back together?
Part 2 Summary: A startling discovery fills Casey with doubt, just as Tobias comes to an important conclusion.
A/N: OK, again, there are like 2 people alive who may care about this, but I'm filled with so much joy as I'm finally writing this pivotal part of their tale. Let me tell you, there is something so freeing about writing solely for me and my blorbos. It's hard to describe! :)
I expect this to be told in four parts, though it may be three. I guess we'll find out with the next installment. :)
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Her.
The too-pretty-to-be-human creature Casey nearly collided with earlier that day. The one that made an old pair of scrubs look good and, holy hell, the way she looked when all dressed up. She was exquisite. Breathtaking. So much so that it took Casey a moment to notice the man sitting at her side...closely at her side... and that's when her heart began to race.
It... it can't be...
Her phone felt like a leaden weight in her trembling hand, but it flew like a feather when she pelted it across the couch as if its very touch scorched her.
Is he... are they...
She was furious... furious at the situation, at him, but mostly with herself. She cursed herself for beginning to tremble, as if she had a right to, and tried to steady herself as a million questions raced through her mind.
How did I not see this? How could I have been this stupid? Oh my God! Has he been seeing her this whole time? Did she know he's been spending so much time with me? Is that why she gave me that look today?
She jumped to her feet, mindlessly pacing the length of the living room.
Of course, she knew! I'm that pathetic woman from the chemical attack. So fucked up she could barely leave the house. Tobias felt guilty... he told me he felt guilty! No wonder he 'had' to help me. UGH. And I let myself fall for him—I let myself believe he was falling for me. Casey, you idiot!
She tried to convince herself that none of this mattered. She couldn't be heartbroken over something that never happened. We can't grieve for something we never had... can we? But when hot tears sprung to her eyes, and one had the audacity to roll down her cheek, Casey grabbed her phone and retreated to her room. Right now, crying herself to sleep felt like the only logical thing to do.
Did you really think he wasn't seeing anyone since the attack? Seriously? He's Tobias Carrick, for fucks sake! But did I imagine it all? How close I thought we had become? We talk all the time... so why... why wouldn't he just tell me if he were seeing someone?
But as she flung herself onto her bed, the answer became vividly clear.
Because you're not dating. He's not your boyfriend, he's just your friend... and he doesn’t have to tell you a damn thing.
It hurt. It hurt like hell. She tried repeating those words over and over, hoping they might usher in an acceptance that would ease the tightness in her chest. But as she tripped over the conclusions she came to in her mind, it was apparent that pain would be her companion for some time. Her eyes closed tight in the darkness, and she hoped sleep would provide some respite, but then her door burst open.
“This doesn’t necessarily mean anything….” Sienna blurted, her own phone screen turning her face blue as she spoke. “I don't think this picture was taken tonight... it looks old to me."
Casey listened in dejected silence as her friend's voice grew more frantic with each word.
“He hasn’t commented on it... but I don’t think he’s been online. I looked at her account, though, and he hasn't interacted with her in ages. Like... not at all. But you... he interacts with you all the time... I think this is just a...”
“Si,” Casey interrupted. “When I left his Kenmore today, she went into his office after I left.”
“So? She works at Kenmore, too. That doesn’t mean….”
“It doesn't matter what it means," Casey gulped. "It's like I've been saying all along... we're just... we're just friends. And I'm an absolute idiot for letting myself think we could be anything more."
"Oh, Casey!" Sienna frowned. "That's not true! I know how much he cares for you, and before you jump to any conclusions, please, just talk to him."
“To say what? What can I say without sounding pathetic? No, I've been a fool too many times before. I'm not doing it again."
“Case... but...”
“No!” Casey snapped. “No. I’m not asking him. I’m not going to make myself look as ridiculous as I feel right now. I just... I just want to go to sleep.”
“All right,” Sienna replied sadly. “Can I at least get you ice cream? Or perhaps give you a hug?”
“A hug,” Casey sniffled. “A hug would be really nice.”
And a hug is what she received. Sienna slid onto Casey's bed, holding her friend close and refusing to leave until she was fast asleep.
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It hadn't exactly been the birthday he would have ordered, but he had seen Casey, so Tobias was content enough. Still, it was time for the long day to end. He shut his laptop and placed it in his briefcase, but as he went to turn off his desk light, he caught a glimpse of the time. It was only nine o’clock... not too late. Maybe they could get a quick drink at Donahue’s? It wasn’t out of the question, and then he could end his birthday the only way he really wanted to... with her. Taking a chance, he dialed her number, but let out a sigh when his call went right to voicemail. She must have gone to bed early, so he let the idea go and hung up without leaving a message.
When his phone buzzed in his pocket just a moment later, a big smile spread on his face, but it wasn't Casey. It was Sasha, one of his closest friends, telling him to check Instagram at once. Given that she wasn't known for hyperbole, Tobias took heed, quickly scrolling through his feed until he saw it.
“Son of a bitch….” he spat as he rushed to the nurses' station.
“Where's Kenner?” he blurted upon approach.
“Audrey?” The night nurse asked.
“Do we have another Kenner?”
“I think she’s in the break room. I saw her going....”
The sentence remained suspended in the air as Tobias rushed off to confront Audrey. When he stepped into the lounge, she was sitting alone, picking at her half-eaten salad with little enthusiasm. But that changed the moment she saw him, her face lighting up in an instant.
“What the hell is this?” He asked, holding his phone inches from her face.
“It’s me wishing you a happy birthday," she replied with as much confidence as she could muster, though the slight quiver in her voice belied the act.
“That's not all this is, Audrey. Why are you going out of your way to make it look like we’re together? You didn't do things like this when we were together. It makes no sense."
"I never posted pictures of us?" she challenged. "You know that's not true."
"And you know what I mean..." he countered, growing less amused by the second.
Knowing she could make it fairly believable, she considered spinning a tale. Some ridiculous reason why she thought it would be a good idea, but when her eyes met his, she couldn't bring herself to lie.
“T, I… I don’t know why I did it. But if we're being honest, there was a time you wouldn’t have minded. So why is it such a big deal now?"
“Audrey,” his voice was full of sincerity as he pulled a chair up to the table. “I know our... thing... was on and off for years. But we've been off for a while. Have I given you any indication that I wanted to start up again?”
“No,” she chuckled sadly. “But maybe that was my way of letting you know that... perhaps I did.”
“Well... I’m flattered, but I don't want to reopen that door. So this post is a step too far, and I'd really like you to take it down."
“Fine,” she snapped, pulling her phone out of her pocket, but she stopped just before hitting delete. "But why does it matter so much? It's not like you're with anyone, so what’s the harm of...” She let out a sigh and placed her phone on the table. “It’s the blonde... Casey. Isn't it?"
“What?”
“Don’t deny it. You like to play down what we meant to each other, but I did come to know you pretty well over the past six years, and... I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Seen me like what?” He defended nervously.
“Tobias, you've been... different. The gossip mill hasn't linked you to anyone in ages; you're hardly ever at the Puddingstone anymore...."
“Well, I just turned thirty-seven. Maybe the gossip mill finally grew bored with me, and I'm trying to grow up a little?"
“Pfft,” she chortled. “As if! I know you two dated, and then she dumped you before the attack at Edenbrook."
"Did you get that from the rumor mill?" he asked.
"Yep, and a pretty reliable source! They also told me you've been spending a lot of time with her since the attack. Are you... together?"
"Together?" He sputtered far too quickly. “No, we're not together. We're friends, that's all."
"I saw the look in your eyes when she came to visit today. That's not a look you give friends. Everyone's been saying you've been different lately... I can't help but think she's the reason why."
"Audrey, Casey means a lot to me, but we're not together, OK?"
"But you want to be. I can tell by looking at you. I've always known you to go after what you want, even when you know it’s a dumb idea. So... what makes this different?"
“What makes this different?” he droned, his head turning out the window to gaze over the city lights. "What makes this different... I guess I’m a little frightened because this might be real, and I've never done real before. I almost don't know what to do with it."
Audrey smiled, surprised that this hurt a little less than she anticipated. Lifting her phone from the table, she deleted the post.
“There. It's down. I did my part, now why don't you do yours? Go talk to her, Tobias. I don't know if she saw it, but if she did, just tell her I’m some asshole, and she has nothing to worry about because... obviously, she doesn’t."
Audrey reached over and gently squeezed his hand with a smile. "Now, if you’ll excuse me... I have a shift to get back to.”
Tobias listened to Audrey's footsteps as they left the room and drifted down the hall. When they were gone, there was nothing but silence—silence and his thoughts—and he was blown away by how loud the latter could be.
He wasn’t stupid... he loved Casey. He’d known that for some time, but he always had a reason to keep the truth from her. After the attack, he promised her... and everyone who knew her... that they'd just be friends. He had no ulterior motives, and he cared too much to overstep. But that was months ago now. Time, thoughts, hell, even kisses had been shared between them, and so much had changed. Still, for a hundred different reasons and in a hundred different ways, he was terrified to come clean.
But today was a special day. After all, it isn't every day a man turns thirty-seven, and as he sat alone in the desolate break room, it became abundantly clear. The only reason he hadn’t made plans to celebrate his birthday this year was that there was no way for him to celebrate the way he wanted to—with Casey by his side - and not as his friend.
He glanced at his phone. He knew she had an early shift tomorrow and needed to rest, so waking her up was not an option. But remaining silent about his feelings was no longer an option. He didn't know what would happen when he told her, but he knew one thing for sure: He loved her, and that was something he could no longer keep to himself. He took out his phone to send her a quick text...
He took a deep breath before rising to his feet, knowing this was a birthday he'd never forget. He had just taken the first step toward the future he desperately craved, and to his great surprise, he only felt relief. A tiny smile crossed his lips. The next time he saw Casey, he'd be telling her how he felt, and now, that moment couldn't come quickly enough.
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Wanna Be Kissed (Wolfstar)
Okay! So I’ve decided to start bringing some of my fics from Ao3 over here, mostly because I think it makes it a lil easier for people to find! Here’s the first one anyways! (Side note - any remus/sirius transferred will be wolfstar, not coops)
Sirius Black has never kissed a girl. In fact, Sirius Black has never kissed anyone, ever.
It’s not that the opportunity hadn’t presented itself, because Merlin, it had. Sirius was infamous in Hogwarts, the brooding Black boy, the first to not be sorted into Slytherin. The boy who ran away from home. The leather jacket wearing, wild haired, grey eyed mystery man.
Apparently girls were into that, if Sirius’s friends were to be trusted.
“What about Lucy Lancaster?” Peter whispered as the Marauders sat curled up in a corner, their corner, of the Gryffindor common room.
Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, looking across the room to the blonde girl in question. “The fourth year?”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, I mean, she’s only one year younger than us and she’s really pretty and smart.” He gushed.
Sirius looked over at his friend. “I think she sounds more like your kind of girl Wormy.” He said, standing up and moving to sit closer to the fire, grabbing his book off the coffee table as he went. He curled up on the cushy red sofa, but had barely opened the book to the latest page when James Potter himself flopped down next to him.
“I know there’s someone you fancy.”
Sirius didn’t look up from his book. “Do you now?” He didn’t need to look at James to know his friend was flushing a little red.
“Okay well, I don’t know.” He admitted. “But I do suspect.”
Sirius met his eyes, amused. “There’s a fair bit of a difference between knowing and suspecting Prongs. For example, I know that you’re one hundred percent head-over-heels in love with Lily Evans, but I only suspect that you were the one who put itching powder in Lucius Malfoy’s quidditch robes.”
“It wasn’t me.” James grumbled and continued when Sirius looked at him disbelievingly. “Really it wasn’t. That’s not my style… anymore.”
Sirius laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Yeah I know, Evans wouldn’t approve.”
“Yeah but also I just think we’re a bit too mature for stuff like itching powder when our time could be much more productively dedicated to tasks such as perfecting the map.”
Both boys sighed longingly. The map, their pride and joy. It wasn’t quite perfect yet - they still had a few passages to fill in, but it was getting pretty close.
James shifted in his seat to face Sirius properly, and Sirius mirrored his movements.
“In all seriousness though Pads, you know you can talk to me, right?”
Sirius smiled at his friend in a way that he could only pray was reassuring and nodded. “Of course I know James. I promise if there was anything to know, I would tell you.”
James nodded and stood up. “Good. Okay, I’ll uh, leave you to your reading.”
James retreated back to the others and Sirius watched him go, watched him sit down next to Remus. Watched as Remus offered him a chocolate frog.
Sirius hadn’t been lying to James, unless you counted a lie of omission. There really was nothing to tell - nothing had happened per se. Nothing had happened… recently. Because Sirius Black had been in love with Remus Lupin for a long time.
Remus-motherfucking-Lupin. The bane of Sirius’s existence. The love of Sirius’s life. He had known for years. Known that the love he felt for James and Peter was very, very different to the love he felt for Remus. He didn’t imagine James kissing him. He didn’t take a deep breath whenever Peter hugged him, trying to memorise his scent. So yeah, Sirius has never kissed anyone, simply because it wouldn’t be fair. Not to anyone. Not when Sirius’s heart was no longer his own to give away.
“Pads, we’re playing exploding snap, do you wanna join?” Remus called from where they were all laughing and Sirius sighed, already standing up. He’d never been able to say no to his tawny haired friend.
“Deal me in.”
****
“Fuck!”
Sirius’s head whipped up at the sound of Remus cursing. “Moons?” He called, swinging his legs off the side of his bed and drawing back his curtains, “Are you okay?”
Remus sat on his own bed, a dripping mug in his hand. “Yeah sorry,” he grumbled. “I’m just a twat, I spilled my tea all over myself.”
Sirius but his lip laughing even as he grabbed his wand and spelled away the puddle on the floor. Remus caught the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head in one swift movement that took Sirius’s breath away.
“I cast a cleaning charm.” Sirius stuttered uselessly, his eyes focused on Remus’s lightly tanned skin, the faint whisper of shining scars that moved as Remus stood up.
“I know.” Remus shrugged and Sirius just gazed at those powerful shoulders. “But I still feel it, you know? I just need a new shirt.”
Sirius nodded helplessly as Remus walked to the trunk at the end of his bed and pulled out another shirt. Sirius thanked Merlin that the other boy was faced away from him because there was no way he could disguise his gawking at the dips of Remus’s shoulder blades, the curved run of his spine. Fuck, Sirius would give anything to trace his fingers over that soft skin.
Remus tugged the shirt over his head and crawled back onto his bed leisurely. Sirius’s heart rate was anything but. Everyone assumed that Remus was super scrawny, and they had been right, at least at first. When Remus had arrived at Hogwarts, that’s exactly what he had been - a stick thin little boy with big caramel eyes. But a wonderful combination of a solid three meals a day, a growth spurt and having to stay fit in order to help him recover from his monthly adventures had resulted in Remus Lupin looking like he starred in wet dreams.
(Never mind the fact that he starred in all of Sirius’s dreams).
“G’night guys.” Peter called from behind his curtains, the rest of the Marauders chorused a sleepy response and once again, the dorm room was silent, unlike Sirius’s brain. No, his traitorous thoughts just kept thinking about what it would be like to make Remus shout ‘fuck’ again in a non-tea related incident.
(They were some pretty good thoughts).
****
“Hey Sirius.”
Sirius looked up from his breakfast to see Anna O’ Connell sliding onto the bench next to him.
“Hi?”
“There’s a trip to Hogsmeade today.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Sirius couldn’t quite decipher the look on Anna’s face at his response.
“So… are you going?” She asked, reaching forward and touching Sirius’s wrist lightly. Sirius looked over at the other Marauders who had all stopped eating to listen in.
“Yeah we’re all going.” Sirius said nodding his head at the others. “Aren’t we lads?”
Sirius could see James looking at him with wide eyes and a ‘what the hell are you doing?’ expression and Remus wasn’t looking at him at all. Peter looked nervously between Anna and Sirius for a moment before nodding. “Yeah we are.”
“Oh right, yeah okay.” Anna said, beginning to stand up. “I guess I might see you there so.”
Sirius shrugged. “I guess so.”
Anna walked away and before she was even out of hearing range, James punched his shoulder not-so-lightly. “Mate, what the hell?”
Sirius rubber his throbbing arm. “What was that for?”
“She was obviously asking you out!”
Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice. “Well apparently it wasn’t that obvious, cause I didn't know about it.”
Remus finally met his eyes, wincing slightly. “It was pretty blatant.”
Sirius sighed and slumped forward, resting his head in his hands. “Oh my god I’m so dumb.”
James nodded in agreement. “Yeah you are. But if you went after her now and just explained what happened I’m sure she’ll still go out with you.”
Sirius shook his head. “No I don’t want to go out with her. I just wish I could tell when people are asking me out. I feel like it’s probably something I should be aware of.”
Remus smirked and Sirius’s gut twisted. He loved that little twitch of the other boys lips. “Probably.”
Peter patted Sirius’s shoulder sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it Pads, I’m sure you’ll get it the next time.”
Sirius just stared down at his now-cold toast. “Yeah.” He mumbled. “Next time.”
Sirius sat down on his bed and fell back dramatically, staring up at the rafters of the dorm. His radar for girls asking him out had not improved, according to his friends a grand total of five girls approached him that week alone. He had only known one of them asked him out on a date.
(That was only because she said “Hey, wanna go on a date with me?”)
He had politely declined.
Sirius sighed and grabbed his little red ball he kept on his locker and threw it up in the air as he lay on the bed, finding the steady rise and fall soothing. Most of Gryffindor, most of the castle really, were all outdoors enjoying the first properly sunny day in a long while. He knew if he looked out the window, he could probably spot James, Peter and Remus all sitting under the oak tree they tended to frequent.
There was a knock on the door. “Sirius?” Remus asked, poking his head in.
Or maybe Sirius wouldn’t find them all outside after all.
“Hey.” Sirius said, stopping throwing the ball but not sitting up.
Remus lay down next to him. On the small bed, their shoulders were pressing together and Sirius could feel the heat radiating off the other boy.
“Why aren’t you outside?”
Sirius shrugged. “Just wanted to think I guess.”
“Will I leave you alone?”
If it had been anyone else asking? Yes, Sirius wanted to be alone. But for Remus?
“No, you can stay.”
Sirius resumed throwing the ball, every so often passing it to Remus to give him a go. They lay side by side in silence for several minutes before Remus spoke again.
“Hey Pads? Could I… ask you something?”
Sirius turned his head slightly just for a second to glance at him. “You can ask me anything.”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Remus biting his lip for a moment as if choosing his words carefully.
“Why do you… why do you never say yes to any of those girls?”
Sirius’s heart stuttered for a moment but he took a steadying breath. “I just don’t fancy any of them.”
“But isn’t that the point of dating? To see if you could maybe fancy someone?”
Sirius laughed nervously. “I guess I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been on a date.”
Remus fiddled with the fraying cuff of his jumper. “Yeah me neither.”
They were quiet again for a moment before Remus started talking again. “Do you think you’ll ever ask one of them out?”
“The girls?”
“Yeah.”
Sirius shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t be fair.”
Remus huffed our a breath. “Come on Pads, that’s a non-answer.”
Sirius rolled his eyes at the typical Remus response, but his lips twitched. “I don’t fancy girls.”
He held his breath, waiting for Remus’s response. He didn’t think it would be bad exactly - he knew his friends! He knew he could trust them, he knew they loved him but sometimes no matter how much logic dictates otherwise, a tiny inkling of doubt can creep in.
“I’m not so sure I do either.”
Sirius wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting but it definitely was not that. He turned his head to see Moony already staring at him. They didn’t say anything - they didn’t need to, the look that flashed between them said enough. A quiet understanding. Remus’s lips quirked and Sirius’s eyes followed the movement before they resumed speaking.
“So is there a guy you fancy?”
Fuck this was dangerous territory. But Sirius couldn’t lie, not to Remus.
“Yeah.”
This time it was Remus who rolled his eyes. “Wow that was so descriptive.”
Sirius’s eyebrow arched. “It was a yes or no question.”
Remus huffed. “Fine, fine, don’t tell me.”
Sirius bit his lip. And rolled onto his side to face Remus. The taller boy did the same. “I don’t just fancy him, I’m in love with him.”
Remus’s breathing sounded uneven. “He must be incredible if you feel that way.”
It felt like there was an elephant standing on Sirius’s chest. “Merlin yes. He’s kind and thoughtful and I could get lost in his eyes forever. He runs his fingers through his hair when he’s thinking, when he’s studying I know he bites the top of his quill even though he denies it and when he’s nervous he plays with the cuffs on his jumper and it’s so cute and I -“
Sirius cut off as Remus’s hands stilled. Hands that had been fiddling with the cuff of his jumper.
“-And he’s one of my best friends in the entire world. He’s brave and strong and the best person I know. I would do anything for him.”
Remus stared into his eyes for, Sirius couldn’t even tell how long. It could have been seconds or hours but to be frank, Sirius couldn’t give a fuck either way. Remus’s honey eyes had flecks of dark brown in them and all Sirius wanted to do was map the splash of freckles on his nose. Remus bit his lip so hard Sirius was nearly worried he’d draw blood before his eyes became steadier, more decided. Sirius watched as Remus’s chest rose unsteadily as he took a breath.
“He’d do anything for you too.”
And fuck if Sirius didn’t want to cry. Or jump around laughing. Or shout with delight from the tower. But most of all, he wanted Remus.
Cautiously, so cautiously, he reached his hand out and traced the cheekbones he had so often admired, Remus shivering lightly under his touch. His hand dropped lower as he ran his thumb over Remus’s ever so slightly parted lips, able to feel his hot breath on his skin.
“Are you ever going to kiss me or am I going to have to do it myself?”
“Merlin, I love you.” Sirius breathed before doing exactly that. He leaned down and connected their lips, at first, just a bare brush, Sirius was being so careful, waiting to see if Moony would decide that, actually no, he wouldn’t be making out with one of his best mates today, but that never happened. Instead, Remus tangled one hand in Sirius’s hair and wrapped the other tightly around his waist.
“Kiss me properly you wanker.” Remus demanded and Sirius smirked before pressing his lips against Remus’s and for a moment, that was all he knew. The world could have exploded but all Sirius would have registered was the hot force of Remus’s lips on his own, the fingers curling in his hair and the hand pressing steadily into his waist.
They pulled away gasping, Sirius looking at Remus’s swollen lips with a smug delight. He had always wondered what Remus would look like after a good snog. Now he knew.
“I love you too.” Remus said simply, cupping Sirius’s jaw in his hand and caressing thumb over Sirius’s cheekbone. Sirius’s heart just about exploded and he quickly leaned down to reconnect their lips, gasping as he felt Moony’s leg wrap tightly around his waist and he pressed himself impossibly closer.
“I love you.” He murmured against Remus’s lips. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Sirius has never kissed a girl. But he has kissed someone. The best someone in his opinion. The only someone really. Remus-motherfucking-Lupin; no longer the bane of Sirius’s existence.
(But still the love of his life).
#wolfstar#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#wolfstar oneshot#Remus Lupin/Sirius Black#Marauders#marauders era fanfiction#marauders era#hogwarts#James Potter#peter pettigrew#ao3 OpeningMyEyes#remus lupin#sirius black
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Choke Me
Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand
Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader
Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner
Word Count: 1.7 k
A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.
It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.
Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.
Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.
"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."
"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.
"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."
"Jesus, how bad can it be?"
With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.
"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.
"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"
"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.
"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.
"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.
"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"
"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.
Almost.
Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.
"Shit, you look so-" crack.
The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.
"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."
It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.
You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.
"You want this, Reiner?"
"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, please!"
"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"
Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.
"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"
"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.
"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.
"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.
"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.
"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.
"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.
"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.
"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"
"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."
The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.
"Please..." Reiner groaned.
"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.
"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.
"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.
"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"
"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"
"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.
"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.
"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.
"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"
"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.
"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."
Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.
"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
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I'M DONE. HERE. TAKE THESE CHAPTER 2 THOUGHTS AND RUN, BABY.
so i'll try to go in order here. uhhhh... there's a LOT i have to say. first: toriel giggling sprite my beloved
on that note, ALL THE NEW SUSIE SPRITES MY BELOVEDS
NOELLE YOU'RE SO GAY. I THINK THIS IS PROBABLY JUST BECAUSE I TOLD HER TO IN CHAPTER ONE BUT SHE GAVE SUSIE THE LUNCHBOX FULL OF CHALK!! I LOVE ITTTT
ralsei's, uh... kinda sus. the whole "recruiting" thing REALLY sketches me out. and he looks kinda... smug, all the time, like he knows what's going on.
LANCER JOINED! ROUXLS JOINED EVEN THOUGH NO ONE WANTED THAT! STARWALKER JOINED, TO EVERYONE'S JOY!
LIBRARY PORTALLLL
so before i entered the city there was that pre-city area? that looked very much like the city? except it had different music? and i thought they'd cut welcome to the city and i was SEVERELY disappointed. but then they didn't! just something i wanted to mention
NOELLE!!
throughout this game i went from despising berdly to feeling bad for him to not really liking him again, but not hating him as much as before. he'd better stay the fuck away from susie though
the queen is the best villain. she's the kind you love to hate! she's literally so funny AND her boss battle is actually tough (rip to the king but he just. wasn't a formidable enemy at all lol)
THE GANG CHARLIE BROWN DANCING TO WIN A FIGHT! SUSIE GAINING THE POWER TO ACT THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL! SUSIE FORCING RALSEI TO LEARN TO ACT EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T WANT TO! THAT ENTIRE BATTLE WAS AMAZING! THE "BATTLE WON" END DANCING SEQUENCE! GOING INSANE GOING INSANE
the puzzles in this chapter were genuinely really impressive! i especially loved the word search puzzles and the ice-ee undertale word search reference💙
that being said. the mouse puzzles were SO fucking infuriating. i caused poor noelle a LOT of grief with those and i feel bad.
SPEAKING OF NOELLE!! the scene where she and kris are walking through the puzzle, the one that spells "december", and she's talking about when they were kids, how she loved sneaking out? beautiful. the cinnamon tography <3 also i guessed dess's full name was december a while ago and while i guess it was obvious, it's nice to have that confirmed!
also, i love that susie and ralsei are real friends in this chapter! he taught her a healing spell!!
ugh. fucking berdly. so smug and pretentious. i love queen's desire to be as far away from him as possible though
i also like his backstory. it gives his behavior, even if it's still annoying, at least some context. i get the feeling of feeling like if you're not smart, people will forget about you, and that's scary.
ALSO ALSO. GAMER BERDLY. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS PERFECT. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GAMER!" "i only play mobile games, berdly." "NOOOOOO!" like i ADORE that
anyways. time for me to talk about the only thing that matters in this world: suselle. i mean, did the gays win in this chapter or DID THE GAYS WIN IN THIS CHAPTER?? THEY RODE A HEART-COVERED FERRIS WHEEL AND HAD A HEARTFELT, TENSION-FILLED CONVERSATION!
"did you ever wonder why the real susie never picked on you? well, maybe it's because... when you were both new to class, you lent her one of your pencils, like... maybe a dumb one with candy canes on it or something, and... even though it didn't actually taste like candy, she... remembered your smile." okay god thanks toby it's not like i needed my heart or anything
SERIOUSLY. TOBY "i'm gonna give the gays everything they want" FOX IS BACK WITH ANOTHER BANGER LADS
QUEEN'S BOSS BATTLE! ACTUALLY TOUGH, UNLIKE KING'S! AND GIGA QUEEN! I'M GOING INSANE THAT WAS SO SICK AND SO HARD
the way my heart BROKE when lancer turned to stone good god thank GOD our boy's okay
AND ROUXLS KAARD IN HIS PIRATE DUCK!! WITH HIS LITTLE HAT! DEMANDING THE QUEEN MAKE HIM BUTLER SUPREMETH! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
also!! kris and ralsei's little moment on the swan boat💙 i wasn't a kralsei shipper before but uh... that may be starting to change
it's hard because ralsei's still suspicious but at the same time i love him and want him to be happy. i don't know how to feel
also, if darkners outside of their dark worlds turn to stone after a while, why didn't ralsei? that's, uhhh... VERY sus. very weird. mr fox i need ANSWERS
WE FINALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE AFTER WE'VE FINISHED MOST OF THE EPILOGUE LADS. REJOICE!!
seriously the thing that peeved me about ch1 was that the last save point was on the battle stage and if i wanted to play the epilogue again, i had to. do that entire battle all over. BUT NOW THAT'S BEEN FIXED!!
UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET THIS IS NOT A DRILL UNDYNE GAVE HER A BOX OF CANDIES EVERYBODY SHUT UP THEY'RE IN LOVE ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD
ALSO! NEAR THE BEGINNING! I FORGOT TO MENTION THE LITTLE WHITE DOG DOING DONUTS IN A TOY RACE CAR AND BACKING UP TRAFFIC! THANK YOU LITTLE WHITE DOG!
on that note: "looks like a car. this one has a man in it. he waves at you happily." AND THEN THE MAN'S GONE??? HEY TOBY???
ALSO. THE SEGMENT WHERE THE ANNOYING DOG HELPS US FIND THE KEY THROUGH THE POWER OF WANTON DESTRUCTION. THE BEST PLOT DEVICE!
TORIEL TEACHING SUSIE TO MAKE PIE STOP ITTTTT
and yes yes i KNOW kris slashed toriel's tires. that was extremely troubling. but THEY MADE PIE TOGETHER!!
"leave the chalk alone, kris" TORIEL!!
sans and toriel making egg puns and asgore running in and going "don't forget me, your eggs-husband!" is the FUNNIEST sitcom moment type thing ever. GOD.
on the other hand sans let me meet your brother god dammit i'll kill you
METTATONNNNNNN
RUDY... "who got you these flowers?" "is it weird for a married man to get flowers?" "so your wife did?" "oh, no! kris's dad did!" "...not even gonna try to understand this..." TOBY STOP ITTTT YOU'RE GIVING THE ASGORUDY SHIPPERS FALSE HOPE. YOU KNOW YOU'RE JUST GONNA KILL RUDY. YOU'RE JUST RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND!
NUBERT! MY MAN!
seeing kris repeatedly they-themmed by multiple characters makes me so happy <3 poor kid... "college summer vacation when" "you opened the door with your eyes closed. you saw nothing" kris....
KRIS...
fucking. BLACK FOG STORM IN THE LIVING ROOM KRIS STOP IT. HOW'RE THEY GONNA REVEAL THIS WAS INNOCENT? THE KNIFE IN CHAPTER ONE WAS EASY BUT HOW WILL THEY EXPLAIN THIS
the staticy tv appearing in the dark and a toothy smile slowly fading into view in the center and lingering there ominously for far too long >>>>>>> every hollywood horror movie ever god. GOD
snowy and monster kid checking out the red door. implying there's something in there. something that kris knows about. knowing we won't get any more deltarune content for 5+ years does NOT fill me with determination
also. gaster's symbolic theme being mus_smile. and the final image in the game being a smile. god. gaster's COMING lads.
onionsan hears a song at night... a familiar song... memory, perhaps? or maybe a certain... four-note arpeggio that's hidden in a sound test room in undertale? who knows? guess we'll just have to wait for chapters 3/4/5.
this concludes my ramblings for now, but don't get it twisted- this is FAR from the last post i'll make about ch2. this whole chapter was absolutely amazing! brilliant! showstopping!! i'm genuinely soooo super impressed and excited for the chapter 3/4/5 bundle!!!
#deltarune spoilers#dr spoilers#deltarune chapter 2#deltarune chapter 2 spoilers#dr chapter 2 spoilers#trying to get as many spoiler tags as possible!
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you’ve got a friend in me | knj
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: Explicit
WC: 3k
Summary: Your best friend and roommate proposes an interesting idea to decrease both of your stress levels.
Warnings: Super awkward conversation. Cockwarming. Cockwarming that turns into sex. A sprinkling of dirty talk. Cumshot. Cum eating. Cuddling.
A/N: Thank you to @kinktae for the title and to @ot7always for thirsting with me the other night and inspiring this story into being. Also this piece was written with two glasses of wine and is largely unedited. So proceed at your own risk of grammatical errors.
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YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
You and your roommate had come to a very strange arrangement.
It had developed out of the strangest of circumstances. Two broken hearts. Finals approaching. Namjoon had lost his anxiety medication. You had been working so hard on your latest piece of research that you had ended up neglecting your entire social life.
“I think you should just put it in,” you stand, hands on your hips in the kitchen.
Namjoon is shirking in the doorframe.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“You were the one who suggested it.”
Namjoon’s eyes widen. “I didn’t mean it!” he defends.
“You can’t just suggest putting your penis in my vagina and think I’ll take it as a joke! You know I take these matters very seriously!”
“Please don’t call it that,” he grimaces. “And yeah, you’re right, you do. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“But you did.”
Fifteen minutes later you were sprawled on your back in Namjoon’s bed with the man himself straddling your waist.
“You could at least take your shirt off,” you suggest. He tugs it off in one go and you make a note to ask him later how he did it so gracefully. “The whole point is literally skin on skin contact.”
He starts to align himself with you before you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Lube, darling.”
“Why?”
“Do you think vaginas are just walking lube machines? It takes work to get all oiled up and ready to go au naturel and I don’t see you doing any of that kind of mechanical labor.”
Namjoon shrugs off of you, grunting as he leans over to the bedside drawer, grabbing an opaque bottle. He squeezes some of the liquid onto his hand and then, eyes darting up to you, very quickly strokes himself to spread the lube thickly and evenly.
Averting his eyes from you, he lines himself up and pushes in. Joon is big and because you haven’t had any preparation you wince just a little when he finally bottoms out.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” you say, wiggling your hips to adjust. “Just, you’re really big. Give me a minute.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing your best to relax around him. It takes a minute, but you succeed, and finally, a gentle warmth begins to blossom out from your abdomen. When you open your eyes again Namjoon is holding himself as far away from you as possible, his arms trembling with the effort.
“This is supposed to be very good for our relationship, too,” you say, matter-of-factly, as if your best friend hasn’t just shoved his monster dick in your cunt as an act of platonic anxiety management. You take your hand and run it up his arm, beckoning him closer to you.
He feels so snug against you, his weight resting on top of you, suppressing any thought of strangeness or distraction or what you’re supposed to be doing. As you settle into the delightful comfort that is Namjoon, a yawn ripples through your body.
“Am I boring you?” Namjoon gapes. “My dick is in your--your hole, and you’re yawning?”
“Joonie!” you scold. “Unless you want me to be fucking you--like really, genuinely fucking you--I’m going to relax! And you should be as well!”
Needless to say, the first time didn’t go very well.
Two weeks later you are both done with your final projects for the semester and had journeyed out to your favorite pub, O'Reilly’s, for what was probably one too many beers and four too many tequila shots.
“I don’t think we did it right,” Namjoon blurts out as you traipse down the moonlit sidewalk, taking turns swinging around the streetlights.
“Whatcha mean?” you ask, twirling around a pole.
Namjoon laughs and steadies you as you wobble off balance, dizzy from spinning around so many times.
“The, ah, peen, vajayjay cuddle sitch.”
“Cockwarming. It’s called cockwarming, you dumbass.”
“I just mean to say I think we did it all wrong. I should be spooning you rather than on top of you. Like, for the extra cuddles.”
You search his face before speaking slowly. “Is this your way of trying to get me in bed with you?”
“Wha--no! I just genuinely think we did it wrong the first time and owe it to ourselves to try it again. And--” he grins at you. “It would make me feel reaaaaally good.” Your face flushes at his words, but you don’t say anything. “Please, just let me put it in for fifteen minutes.” He does his best impression of puppy dog eyes. “You yourself! You yourself told me that it was good for my health. Hm? Whatcha say to that?”
You laugh. “I don’t know, Joonie.”
He becomes serious. “If you really don’t want to, I won’t push you. Just say the word.”
You bite your lip, considering, even though you already know what you want. You just need to decide what’s right. “Okay,” you say sheepishly, surprised by how shy you feel in the face of your best friend.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
You peek over your phone at Namjoon as he strips down to his birthday suit as you lay popped up on his pillows.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” he says, standing fully nude at the foot of the bed. Your eyes trail down his planed chest, trying not to linger too long on the supple definition of his pecs, or the way his skin seems to glow beneath the dim light--and definitely not trying to dawdle on the way his cock is already standing at attention, a thick vein tracking up the underside. You gulp. There’s definitely something to looking at it, that makes you want him in you now.
For cuddling purposes, of course.
“Ah, yeah,” you say, hurriedly undressing and tossing your clothes off to the side of his bed.
“Lube?”
“Um, I think I’ll be okay.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. You flop on your side, presenting your ass to him and he plops down on the bed, shuffling over until he’s pressed against you. You can feel his fingertips fluttering above the skin of your hip.
“It’s okay,” you say softly. “You can touch me.”
His hand comes down on your waist, pressing lightly into you. It’s the simplest of touches and yet it sends goosebumps prickling all the way up your spine.
“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Namjoon asks, always the one to be overly clear, even in bed.
“More than okay.” You push your ass back just enough to signal your green light.
You imagine that behind you he’s got his lip caught between his teeth in the way he does when he’s thinking too hard, that he’s looking down at you, hand wrapped around his own cock as he presses up against your pussy.
The sensation of his head spreading through your lips has you biting your tongue, doing your best not to react.
“Relax,” he murmurs in your ear, the hand on your waist coming to brush up and down your side. “Ready?
“Mhmm.”
And with that he’s pushing into you, this particular position leaving you tighter than you were last time. He slides in slowly and you relish in the feeling of his cock head gripping against the ridges of your walls. Finally, he’s fully inside you.
“Ouch,” you grumble, his hip bone pressing uncomfortably into you.
He shifts, his hands on your hips, trying to get you comfortable. But instead of easing the sharp pain, the feeling of his cock shifting within you sends a surprising wave of pleasure through you and you moan. You freeze, clapping a hand over your mouth as if the action could wind back time and erase the lewd utterance that had just slipped through your lips.
“Did you--did you just moan?” Namjoon says astoundedly against your back. You say nothing. “Did you like that?”
“No?” you squeak out, your voice breaking underneath the lie.
Namjoon laughs, a big and belly-full laugh, one that spreads through his whole body. He’s shaking against you, causing his cock to rub delightfully within you, circling rhythmically against your walls. A small squeak of frustration and pleasure forces its way out of your throat.
“Oh my god,” Namjoon says, still cackling. “You like it! You like my cock!”
Even in your compromised position, you manage to cross your arms and pout.
“You keep moving, you dumbo, how do you expect me to react?!”
Why were you so damn sensitive to him today?
“I didn’t expect you to fucking moan like I was making love to you or something!”
As his laughter rolls through him, you can’t help but feel the pleasure build within your cunt, a warmth growing and spreading through your abdomen. It was not only the fact that his cock was pressed deliciously within you, filling you out in a way you had never been filled before, but it was the sensation of his joy, rippling through him, and pressed right up against your back. As much as you wanted to push it away, your years of friendship made it impossible to deny how good it felt to have him here, inside you and so joyously laughing.
“I mean if you keep moving like that you might as well just fuck me!” you say in one final show of frustration.
The arm Namjoon has wrapped around your waist tenses and falls still. You squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck.
And then. And then his cock fucking twitches. You gasp, your cunt clenching involuntarily, wrapping tightly around his length. A shiver shoots up your spine as you instinctively push back on him, taking him even deeper into you. Now, your ass is pressed flush against his pelvis.
Namjoon‘s hand tightens around your waist, the other one slipping beneath your body to wrap around your ribcage and pull your torso flush against his. The two of you are clinging to each other, pressed together as tightly as humanly possible. You bite your lip; your cunt continues to throb around Namjoon, desperate to pull him even deeper, desperate to find some kind of--really, any kind of-- satisfaction.
Wrapped up in his arms, you can almost grasp onto that sense of security and comfort the two of you had set out to find together. It’s there, singing on the edge of your consciousness. But any semblance of peace is split by a desire for more, for him to move against you, to allow your bodies to map each other out in pleasure, for him to fuck you.
As if he’s read your mind, his hips begin to slide backward ever so slowly, as if he means to leave the warmth of your cunt. With the speed of light, you reach your hand behind you, bringing it to his hip. Gripping it--hard--you push him back into you.
“Please,” you whisper.
Namjoon stutters beneath your touch. Your voice is filled with need, a note threading through the sweetness of the sound, urging him forward. Even as your begging turns him to putty, his cock hardens at the thought of you wanting him. Of you needing him. So he grips your hip and twines his other hand up to press between your breasts and drives into you.
The force with which he’s just rammed into you shudders through your entire body. It brushes against something so deep in you, you’re not sure if it hurts or if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. The whine that comes out of you splits through the stale air of the bedroom and Namjoon curses at the sound.
“God, you’re so tight,” Namjoon hisses. He nuzzles his head against your neck. When you push back against him, rotating your hips in a circle, his teeth find the skin of your shoulder. He bites down into the skin.
Namjoon is big. As he begins to push in and out of you, his head drags against the slick ridges of your walls, almost as if he barely fits. Your breath comes in pants and gasps as each new sensation rips through you, driving you closer to your own release.
“Joonie, please, harder,” you gasp. He punctuates your question with a particularly strong thrust. “More.”
Namjoon slips the arm he’s got beneath you down to your waist. Now both of his hands are on your hips and he draws his cock out of you slowly until only the head is resting at your entrance. You whine, trying to move your hips in search of any kind of friction, but his tight grip on your hips holds you in place.
“Please!” you gasp, squirming. He chuckles into your ear and the sound goes right through you.
“When you stop squirming, I’ll fuck you.”
You fall limp against his hold, desperate for him. He waits for what seems like forever as you feel the tension in your belly begin to recede.
Your breath is rammed out of you as he snaps his pelvis into your ass so hard you know there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow. He fucks into you, his hips driving with more power. But it’s the grip he has on your hips that makes all the difference. He moves you like a doll to his own will. He maneuvers you at just the right angle that the both of you are gasping in pleasure, his pace unrelenting.
You’ve never come from just vaginal penetration alone, but if he keeps doing this, you think you just might, the force of his thrusts rocketing through your entire body. Still, you reach down, slipping your fingers between your dripping folds, finding your clit. You build up a slow pace, circling around the hardened bud as he continues to ravage your pussy.
The combination of your hand and his cock has you tipping over the edge in less than a minute, the dual stimulation unleashing streams of pleasure you’d never known before. You throw your head back, your mouth stretched in a silent “oh.”
Namjoon lifts his head to press his cheek against yours, the sweat of your skin sticking the two of you together. He can hear the way your breath comes out, ragged and in tatters. And still, he never falters.
At this point he is chasing his own pleasure. His pace slows slightly as he circles his hips against your ass, relishing in the way your cunt spasms around him, flooding him with warmth and the delicious drip of your cum.
As you regain your senses, the feeling of his cock drawing through your sensitive folds is overwhelming.
“Too much,” you gasp, the sensation sending sparks through your body.
“Can you take it for just a bit longer?” he gasps.
You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Yes,” you breathe, finding pleasure in the overwhelm and wanting to see him come undone for you. His thrusts have become fast and sloppy, losing some of the power and replacing it with speed. You can hear him whining against you, the sound so need-filled and wanton that you can’t help but clench around his length again.
You reach back, your hand brushing up against his side so softly and delicately. It’s this that has him squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to hold back the stampede of his orgasm.
“It’s okay, you can let go,” you say. “I wanna see you cum for me.”
His hips stutter to a full stop. He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of him as he comes to kneel over you, one thigh on either side of your hips.
You watch as his head tips back, his lip caught between his teeth. Somehow the crease between his brow is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. His hand works over his cock with quick, practiced strokes. You want to memorize the way his wrist twitches, the way his fingers quickly circle his head, or the flex of his forearm when he tightens his grip as he nears the base of his cock.
“I-I’m cumming,” he groans. You look back up to his eyes, now open and looking down on you, unfocused as he takes in your bare body spread before him. He’d never thought he’d have you like this, but now that he does, he’s not sure how he’ll ever go back.
“Cum on me,” you command. “I want it, Joonie.”
With a groan, Namjoon grips his cock tighter and sends spurt after spurt onto the softness of your stomach, some of it landing directly in your belly button.
He collapses onto the bed next to you, sprawled out and panting. You gaze over at him lovingly, stretching out your hand to brush the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes. You stay like that for a minute, him panting, you just watching him, before you come to your senses.
“I wouldn’t call that relaxing, but it definitely made me feel better,” you joke.
Namjoon pushes you gently, a grin spreading across his face.
“I should probably go, uh, wash up,” you finally say, sitting up on your elbows.
“Stay?” Namjoon flops on his side, fluttering his eyelashes in a poor attempt at begging. “Please?”
“If I’m being honest, I really don’t want to fall asleep with your cum in my belly button,” you laugh.
Namjoon leans over the bed to grab something before rolling back to you--and over you-- somewhat crushing you in the process. With his weight resting on your legs he looks up at you, his gaze intense as he dips his head down to your belly button, lapping up the cum that’s come to collect in the valley of your stomach.
Heat floods your cunt as you watch the white release rest on his pink tongue before he closes his mouth and swallows. You gulp.
When he’s done, he takes the t-shirt he’d grabbed and gently wipes you down, his movements gentle and
“You’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay. Just tonight.”
“Just tonight.”
Namjoon grins at you, his dimples showing, before he pulls you against his torso in a position now all too familiar to you.
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Be Your Man
A/N: I know I say it every time, but seriously, thank you SO MUCH for your requests, anon or otherwise. It means the world to me that you trust me with your visions. Here’s a requested fic inspired by the song “Be Your Man” by Rhys Lewis! It’s angsty and has the slightest hint of smut if you look really hard. As always, there are no physical descriptions of the reader! I hope you like it - I cried at the end lmao.
It’s not proof-read so I apologize in advance!! I really hope you like it.
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Being with the bard was, in a word, comfortable.
His connections ensured you always had a soft bed in a warm inn waiting for you at the end of the day. His reputation and acclaim afforded you a higher status among villagers, scholars, and even knights. Everyone loved his music and adored his visits. With him, you were always welcome.
With him, every day was a gift and every evening a celebration. With him, you never found yourself in harm’s way. Never felt the gnawing pull of hunger or the ache of thirst. He never left your side and you had no reason to leave his. And he loved you, he really did. He showed you everyday, through his songs, his words, his touch.
You were his sun and you were, for lack of a kinder word, comfortable.
That isn’t something you were used to, being comfortable. Your life had been tumultuous from the start and you had hardened yourself accordingly. Everything you had you’d earned as a journeying blacksmith; working whatever you could to make a sale. Now though, having access to any workshop, material, or tradesman the continent could offer, you were at the height of your craft.
But still, nothing could ever compare to the blade you forged for Geralt.
It was stunning, perfectly balanced, crafted from your best steel and iron Geralt had been gifted from the mines of Mahakam. The ornate curve of the hilt took you days to perfect and the faceted garnet you’d set within the pommel shone brilliantly with a clarity that royal houses across the continent would envy.
“It’s exceptional,” he murmured, completely in awe, while examining your work, “how you manage to make your blades look so intricate without sacrificing quality, I’ll never understand.”
You bit your smile to keep yourself from gushing as you watched him wield the sword as if it was an extension of him. And it should be, as you crafted it with him in mind.
“Whoever buys this will be one lucky bastard,” he said as he came out of a mock-parry and pirouette.
“Oh, I’m not selling it!” you said, shaking your head at him as he sheathed the weapon.
“What? Y/N this could get you four maybe five hundred Novigrad crowns! Did someone commission you for it?”
“No, no, it’s a gift.”
“Y/N you are far too generous.” He admonished, attempting to hand the sword back to you.
“Hush, it’s for you.” You say, laying your hands over his, your eyes sparkling.
Gods the way he looked at you then. The way his face softened when you laid your hands over his, how his breath hitched when you took a step towards him. Your bodies so close, eyes flitting from his hooded lids to his lips, and when you finally –
“We’re just about there, darling!” Jaskier sang, pulling you out of your reverie just as the familiar ache began pulling at your lower belly.
“Ah! Y-yes! Wonderful!”
“Well look at you, you’re blushing! Are you remembering the last time we were here?” He teased flirtatiously, giving your thigh a squeeze.
“Mm you know me well,” you lied, quickly taking his hand in yours to get it off your thigh. “How much farther, would you say? I’m starving.”
“Not too long, darling.” He said softly, glad that you were watching the forest with rapt attention, and praying the sting of your deflection wouldn’t be too obvious should you turn to meet his eyes. You didn’t turn to look at him though, and that filled the bard with both relief and immense sadness.
Jaskier wasn’t a fool, he recognized your guilt, sensed the way your heart longed for another. But every now and then, when it was just the two of you, he was sure he saw joy in your eyes. You loved him, maybe not quite as he loved you, but he was certain you loved him.
She just loves him more. He smiled at you sadly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand in silent resignation.
**
“God, I fucking love these beds!” you sighed blissfully, rolling onto your back. The pair of you had meant to get your room and then head out into the village to find work but you hadn’t been able to ignore the fire the earlier memories had ignited.
“Careful my sweet, or I’ll start to think you’re only with me for the fine accommodations.” Jaskier chanced, hoping you’d finally say the three words he so desperately wanted to hear you say, and see that you meant it.
“Ha! Shut up, Jask.” You laughed lightly, snuggling into his arms where you couldn’t catch the disappointment in his eyes, and where he couldn’t see the sadness in yours. Don’t go there, Y/N, you thought, Jask is Jask, and he loves you just fine.
“Why don’t you let me,” you whisper, peppering his neck and jaw with kisses between words, desperate to get your mind off your witcher, “show you how much I love you?”
“Aa-euhm…” Jaskier let out a breathless squeal as your hand creeped between his thighs and he let himself be lost in your touch. Maybe, he thought, good enough could be enough.
**
You’d given up on the idea to go out to find work long before the sun had set on the village, but that surely didn’t keep work from finding you. The pair of you had barely settled yourselves at the table when you were recognized and showered in contracts.
“Please, madam, I know it’s not the priceless blades you normally work with, but my pots and pans are in desperate need to be replaced –”
“Of course, miss Eldridge,” you interrupted the inn’s owner gently, placing a light hand over hers to calm her nerves, “it would be a pleasure to help you. I’ve recently been working with new casting molds, and it would be an honour to sell you my first.”
“Oh, my! Thank you, Y/N, thank you!”
“No, thank you – this stew is easily the best we’ve ever had! It would be a crime if you weren’t able to keep serving.”
“Oh, you’re too kind!” she laughed humbly, giving your arm a squeeze in thanks before walking back to the kitchen.
You were beaming as you watched the woman practically skip back behind the heavy wooden door.
“What? Why are you staring?” you asked Jaskier, bringing your beer up for a long sip.
“I love watching you work; you shine like the stars on a winter’s night.” He said, reaching over to hold your hand in his.
“Ugh, Jask,” you groaned, wrinkling your nose at his poetics. “You’re such a cheeseball,” you teased him lightly, as you’d done many times before, but this time something flashed in his eyes.
“Hey! I know you were never showered in compliments when you were with Geralt, but-”
“What?!” you interrupted, practically spitting out your last sip.
Jaskier merely leaned back in his seat and gave you a one-shouldered shrug. You could tell he was trying to be aloof but in the six months you’d been together, the topic of Geralt had been a like a landmine. Someone always got hurt, actually, you both ended up hurt.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’m not wrong here, love.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jask. It was a beautiful sentiment, really! I’m just – y-you know how I am with this kind of stuff.”
“I know, dear” he said quietly, keeping his eyes on his drink.
“I adore your work,” you added, your nerves heightened by his apparent sense of calm, “I’m just not… always comfortable being the subject.”
“My expressions of love make you uncomfortable now?” he scoffed, looking up at you with big, sad eyes.
“No! No, Jask. T-that’s not what I meant!” you put your drink down and scooted closer to him to take both his hands in yours. “Jaskier, please… I love you. This is how I love, it-it’s who I am, it’s how I am. Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be your star.”
Jaskier only shook his head slowly as he looked into your eyes. “I’ve seen you in love, Y/N. I believe you love me,” he said, giving your hands a squeeze, “but you’re not in love with me.”
“That isn’t true, Jask.” You whispered, blinking back heavy tears. You held his hands so tightly now, as if afraid he’d just disappear into thin air before you.
“It is though, and that’s okay.”
“Jaskier…”
“You know, you always use my name,” he said, nodding slightly as he thought, “not always my full name, but alas.”
You opened your mouth to disagree but couldn’t bring yourself to use a pet name, and so your mouth opened and closed silently like a fish. The bard looked at you knowingly with his large, knowing eyes, full of love but still heavy with sadness.
“Jaskier,” you finally conceded, feeling yourself crumble under his heavy gaze, “what’s happening?” you asked, your voice coming out of you like a strangled whisper.
“What do you want to happen?”
“I can’t lose you too.”
“‘Too’.” He repeated flatly.
You wanted to comfort him, to correct him, but nothing was coming to you. He wasn’t wrong, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him now.
“Why are we doing this now, Jask? I thought we were doing okay. I thought we were happy,” you finally managed to ask, your voice shaky.
“Look, I’m,” he tried, his own voice breaking despite himself, “I know I can’t compare with him.” He waited a beat to see if you’d interrupt him with a correction and when you didn’t, he rested his elbows on the table and leaned closer to you and took a deep breath before continuing.
“I know how you feel. How you’ve… been feeling. Y/N, Geralt is here. He walked in not long ago, and he’s sitting at the back the of bar.”
Everything went blurry. You could tell he was still talking to you it was like your ears were stuffed with cotton – everything was muffled but too loud. You were going to pass out. Or throw up. Or both. Every inch of you was screaming to turn around and look for him, but you were frozen in place like a deer who’d spotted the archer and heard the bow snap but just stood stock-still and let the arrow hit.
“Y/N,” Jaskier pulled your hands closer to him, pulling you back to reality along with them, “I made the decision that I’m okay being your second choice,” he swallowed thickly before continuing, “but now I need you to make a choice.”
You felt as though you’d just been struck. He was looking at you with too much kindness, too much understanding, too much compassion. Holding his gaze made you feel as though a knife was being twisted into your chest, but you were so afraid that if you looked away, he’d leave you.
“My dove,” he says softly as if reading your mind, “I love you and no matter what you chose I’ll be there for you, always. I just want you to be truly happy.”
You squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling, but upon feeling him get up to leave the table, your eyes shot open and you let the tears fall.
Very softy, Jaskier cradled your face in his hand and gave your forehead a lingering kiss before pulling away.
“I’m going to head upstairs… I’ll see you up there?” he whispered hopefully.
You nodded up at him wordlessly and let the tears fall as you watched him head up the stairs.
Left alone, you wrapped your arms around yourself and bit your cheek until you tasted blood to keep yourself from openly sobbing. The bustle of the inn allowed you some sense of privacy, which you appreciated, but it also exacerbated your loneliness. Letting out a shaky breath, you poured the rest of your drink into your mouth and swished it around to wash away the blood before swallowing.
Jaskier knew. All these months you thought you were the only one hurting, the only one who felt the weight of the witcher’s memory, but you were wrong. Gods were you ever wrong.
You felt terrible, and far too sober. You quickly swiped at your tear-soaked face, picked up your empty stein and turned to make your way to the bar.
But then you saw him.
He was alone, as always, wearing the thick wool cape you loved. The hood wasn’t up so you could see that his snow-white hair was a mess of knots. His eyes were fixed on his drink, so you were saved from meeting his gaze. Gods, you’ve missed him, and fuck he looked good. And tired. Your heart broke at the sight of him.
Then he looked up at you and your breath caught in your throat. His rich, golden eyes were looking straight at you… and they were vacant. He was looking through you, not at you; he didn’t remember you or care to, and your already broken heart shattered once more.
I am nothing to him, you thought somberly, exchanging your empty mug for a full one. You took a deep, shaky breath and downed your beer in one go, slamming the stein back down decisively. But I’m everything to him, maybe that will be enough.
Before heading up the stairs to where you knew the bard was waiting, you allowed yourself one last look at Geralt, only to find he wasn’t at his table anymore. Seems the fates had decided for you, your thought, letting a hollow laugh escape your lips.
The staircase wasn’t especially long, but the trip up felt unending. You took every step slowly, allowing yourself these brief moments of grief over the official loss of your witcher before you committed yourself fully to Jaskier. No more daydreams, no more longing, no more imagining his large, strong arms around you while the bard’s sinewy frame enveloped you.
You had just about convinced yourself that you’d made the right decision when you spotted him, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.
“G-Geralt,” you breathed, feeling yourself smile despite yourself.
“Y/N.”
“What, um, how – uh, hi,” you stuttered, needing to look up at the ceiling to keep yourself from completely melting under the burn of his gaze.
“Hm,” he hummed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “still the wordsmith I see.”
“Hilarious,” you retorted, falling effortlessly back into your habits. “I’m happy to see you’ve still got my blade,” you said, nodding to the sword behind his back.
“Of course,” he breathed, now dangerously close to you. “I take you with me everywhere.”
“You mean my blade?” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.
“No.” he said, his eyes boring into you, sparking the flame you’d spent so long trying to tamp out. “Are you here with him?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
“You know I am.” You replied defensively, irrationally angry to hear him bring up the bard.
“How is he?”
“He’s fine,” you spat, but seeing the way Geralt’s eyes softened knowingly at you, you couldn’t help but to backpedal your aggression. “He’s Jaskier, you know? All silver linings and sunshine.”
“I’m sure,” he murmured, casting his eyes downward as he remembered his friend’s almost insufferable positively. “And you? Are you happy?”
“Geralt…” you practically groaned, crossing your arms to keep the heat radiating off of him from taking over you.
“Are you?” he insisted, reaching over to let his warm, calloused fingers ghost over your forearm. The feeling lit your body on fire and left an obvious layer of goosebumps in their wake.
He was standing so close to you know, you could smell the leather, cedar, and smoke emanating off of him, just like it always had. You could feel his breath on your face. Despite yourself, you looked up at him through your lashes. His proximity was intoxicating, inexplicably comforting.
“This is cruel… you’re being cruel…” you whispered, wiping stubborn tears away but not taking a step in any direction, unable to risk his leaving if you were to move.
“Y/N…”
“He loves me, Geralt, so much.” You insisted, almost like a mantra.
“But are you happy?” Now he was whispering. He sounded sad, his deep gravelly voice melting over you like sunlight after a frozen night.
“Geralt –” you warned, shaking your head.
“Answer me.”
“No. I-I’m not.”
“You’re not going to answer me?”
“I’m not happy.” You conceded, the truth of the statement washing over you as you heard yourself say it.
“Me either.”
You looked up at Geralt then, letting yourself take in the sight of him in full; his eyes, big and sad and fierce as ever, his brows furrowed, creating that deep crease you so desperately wanted to reach up and soothe, his mouth, his lips. You were barely inches from each other now, all you had to do was tip your chin, stand a little straighter…
He closed the gap between you then, his lips crashing into yours hungrily. You fully surrendered yourself to him, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours and you let yourself be happy, insanely, deliriously happy, for the first time in months.
***
Jaskier sat on the edge of the bed, his head in both hands, and sobbed. His broken breath echoed around the empty room, sporadically drowning out the sound of his best friend kissing the love of his life on the other side of the door.
She was never mine, he thought as sobs broke through him.
She was never mine.
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🐰🎩NEW TRICKS🎩🐰
Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one
Word Count: Long
Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader
Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink
Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn
Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉
“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck
“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses
“I do, actually”
“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief
“You” He grinned
“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle
“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck
“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”
“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips
I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup
“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled
“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously
“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest
“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid
“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair
“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted
“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”
“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again
Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.
“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous
“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly
“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said
“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate
“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed
*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought
“This might take a while” I defeatedly said
“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer
Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.
“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”
“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.
“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type
“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled
“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”
“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said
“Peter, shut up”
“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”
“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked
“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice
“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”
“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”
“Ok, shoot” I said
“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice
“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up
I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence
“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats
“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused
He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.
“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles
I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke
“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”
“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease
“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”
“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”
“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise
“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said
“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled
“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat
“Are you having an affair with him?”
“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!
“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”
“Of course not! What makes you think that?”
“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says
My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”
“Says a lot about what?”
“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”
“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”
“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed
“And I still do kitten” He gets closer
“Don’t touch me, jerk”
“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away
“Stop, Jonathan”
“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”
“Bullshit” I spat
“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”
I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly
“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”
I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.
Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.
“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”
I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat
“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him
“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off
“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”
I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me
“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly
“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”
I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip
“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.
“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit
“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says
“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand
“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered
I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.
“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”
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Babysitter (pt 10)
Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Summary: You and Tony have a discussion as Hela and Loki sneak around.
Characters: Hela x fem!reader, Loki, Tony, Steve, Rhodey
Word Count: 1,813
Warnings: nothing? feels!
The New Avengers Facility was by far the most luxurious hideout you'd ever encountered. It was also incredibly large and perfect for aimless exploring.
The Avengers, though concerned for you once you arrived, quickly lost focus of you as they began flitting about their machines and computers to see what the hell was happening around the world.
You were given your own room, fully furnished with a well-stocked mini fridge. There was a camera situated outside by the door, so they’d know if you went in or out.
Normally you would’ve protested the house arrest, but you couldn’t be bothered suddenly. You were numb.
The Facility was massive. It varied from small cozy lounge areas to large open spaces for training, meetings, and all sorts of experimental engineering.
You were curled up in one of the tinier corners on a brown leather sofa. The rest of the place just seemed so pristine and neat and horrifically modern, no offense to Tony’s design tastes. There was a digital fireplace and heater, yet the 3D projection of the actual fire made it seem real. Only thing missing was the smell of burning wood.
“Thought you’d have run off by now,” grunted a voice behind you. Tony had come into the lounge. You kept looking at the fire.
“I have no where else to go, Tony,” you said bluntly. Over the past few days you’d been reading up more and more from the news, contacting people you hadn’t talked to in ages. There were a few distant friends and relatives who’d been taken by the Blip, and your heart ached at the ones you hadn’t been able to see one last time.
“Besides,” you sighed, breaking your gaze from the fire as Tony came to sit across from you, “none of you would have let me leave even if I really tried.”
He leaned back, stretching his body nonchalantly, and you noticed how weary and thin he actually looked. Dark circles under his eyes, and his fingers seemed to be twitching or twiddling consistently.
“What happened to you?” you muttered. “Why do you look like shit?”
“Oh, you know,” he said, waving his hand, “spent some merry time in space, that’s all. Wasn't planning on being stranded there, but here we are.”
You didn’t ask anything else. Instead you got up, walked to the near sink and pulled out a kettle from the cupboards to make yourself some tea.
“Okay, let me ask you a question,” Tony said in the silence, twisting in his seat to watch you, resting his head on the back of the sofa. “How on earth did you end up falling head over heels for a psycho?”
You snorted, grabbing a teabag and a mug, “you could ask Pepper the same thing.”
Tony clutched his chest in mock offence, “Ouch. Cold-hearted.”
Grinning, you steeped your tea, and turned around to look at Tony, “it’s not that simple, Stark.”
“No, I think it is,” he said.
“Well fine,” you sighed, slightly exasperated, “she was in my house with me alone, for days. At some point we ended up talking and actually getting to know each other. She opened up to me, and I to her and.. that was it.”
“And how do you know she wasn’t lying to get a way out?”
“She wasn’t. She’d never.”
“But how do you know? Wasn’t it you who always thought you had to give things time? She’s lived for thousands of years, Y/N. You’re a fruit-fly compared to her.”
“Why has this turned into an interrogation?” you snapped. He held up his hands,
“I’m not interrogating. Just trying to understand.”
“Why did Jane fall in love with Thor, huh? At the time he was a ridiculous, self-absorbed and mindless God who didn’t know how the hell this world worked. Why did Pepper fall in love with you? A narcissistic millionaire playboy who loves to play games and doesn’t take anything seriously?”
You paced the floor as your tea cooled down, fuming,
“Why the hell does anyone fall in love with anyone, huh? Who gets a fucking say in how they feel? And why do you guys have so little faith in me to trust what I feel? I’ve kept secrets for you, I’ve hidden you in my home, I’ve been a part of so much secrecy, and suddenly when I get a little heart-eyed at someone, you act as if I’ve been brainwashed.”
Tony didn’t say anything for a moment. When you met his eyes, they were a little wider than before, looking at you questioningly.
“In love, huh?”
You blinked.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Uh-huh, you did.”
“N-no, I didn’t, I said I-”
Your face became red, fumbling over your words.
Tony got up from his seat and clapped his hands as he sauntered over to the exit.
“Let’s go sparring, hm? Haven’t done that in a while,” he offered. You tried to cool your cheeks, forgetting about your tea steeping behind you.
“That’s cause I always lose,” you retorted. “You guys work out like your life depends on it. Which... it does.. I guess.”
“Yeah, but look at the state of me,” Tony spread out his arms and did a spin. “I’m feeling like trash. You’ll take me down no problem.”
You doubted that, but followed him anyways.
-
“Ah, fuck!” Hela swore as another branch tugged at her helmet.
“Will you shut up?” Loki hissed, crouching down and peeking through the trees. “God, you’re even more infuriating than Thor!”
Hela was breathing heavily, aching, grumpy.
“You really are a pain when you’re not around Y/N, aren’t you? You’re not going to massacre all the Avengers just because you’re peeved, right?”
“Be silent, filth,” she spat. Her brother only rolled his eyes. “What do you see?”
“I thought you wanted me to be silent.”
Hela whacked the back of his head and he grimaced,
“Alright, alright. Look yourself, it’ll be hard to get in undetected.”
Hela peered over his shoulder. He was right; there wasn’t a lot of hiding spaces or shadows. Well-lit with open spaces, the modern-style building looked quite distasteful to Hela. She pulled a face, both in annoyance and disgust,
Loki chuckled, “I’m glad you hate it too.”
“Shut up,” Hela hissed, before scurrying off further into the trees to explore the perimeter.
“Where are you- Hela!” Loki whispered hoarsely, hurrying after her.
She was looking for weak spots, places with no cameras, a spot to sneak in. But she also had no idea where you were, and with the vastness of the buildings she worried if she’d even find you on time.
“Hela,” Loki hissed. She shushed him again, eyes searching the upper floors.
“Hela!”
“What?”
“Look,” Loki pointed downwards. A little further in the distance outside, surrounded by well lit lights, stood you and that iron-armoured man, both with wooden sticks in your hands, the length of a short blade, thick enough to wrap your whole hand around it.
“Come on, let’s go back, before they see us,” Loki hissed, grabbing Hela’s shoulder. “At least we know she’s here.”
But Hela couldn’t move. You were wearing dark grey sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie, and sturdy boots. You looked tired, but were a vision to her. The man with you wasn’t wearing his armour, and suddenly looked a lot less threatening.
Loki watched, amazed, as his sister’s armour shimmered. The horns disappeared from her head and her cape faded until she was only in black, blending into the darkness.
She dared another step closer.
“Widen your stance,” the man said, waving the stick around. “Now try to attack.”
Hela watched you practice, your grip a bit clumsy and your stance a bit wobbly, but you were determined. She recalled the day she pulled a fork on you as a weapon, and winced a bit at the memory of the fearful, defenceless look in your eyes.
“Like that?” she heard you say, bending your knees and lowering your core.
“Good, but stay light on your feet, otherwise you can’t dodge.”
Your voice was like music to her ears, and hot tears prickled at her eyes. She missed you. So much.
“Stark, what the hell are you trying to do?” two more men had appeared. One blonde, and large, wearing a tight shirt and jeans. The other, dark, dressed in similar casual clothes.
“Gentlemen! Welcome to this exclusive defence lesson.”
“You’re by far the worst defence teacher out of all of us, Stark. Y/N won’t learn shit from you.”
“You wound me, Captain.”
Hela watched you shake hands with the other.
“Oh, Y/N, this is our friend Rhodey, also known as the War Machine.”
“Pleased to meet you, despite the.. unideal circumstances,” the newcomer shook your hand respectfully and flashed a smile. Hela flared with jealousy, and subconsciously bared her teeth.
“Easy,” Loki whispered.
The four of you paired up, you against Tony, but watching Captain’s instructions as he sparred with Rhodey.
You were not held under lock and key, and Hela worried a moment. Did you go willingly with them after all? Did you forget about her? Was it foolish to even attempt a rescue?
Your laugh rang into the night as Rhodey tackled a distracted Steve, and both dread and joy filled Hela’s heart.
“Okay, try again,” Tony encouraged you. You swung at him a few times as he blocked and dodged.
Then, you saw her in the darkness. A flash of green eyes, and Tony took your distraction to his advantage, swiping your leg from under you and you fell to the ground with a thud.
Hela nearly shot out of the tree line to protect you if Loki hadn’t stopped her. Then she heard a groan and chuckle coming from you,
“I told you I’d lose.”
“Don’t get distracted then, kiddo.” Tony held out his hand and hoisted you up. Hela growled at the camaraderie and slunk back in the shadows. “What were you looking at?”
He began to turn to follow your eyeline, and you paled,
“N-nothing! I- I was daydreaming.” He looked back at you.
“Not a good idea to daydream while fighting, Y/N,” Steve said.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m not used to this, you know?”
“It’s about time you were taught,” Tony clapped your shoulder.
“You want to learn anything from the War Machine himself?” Steve asked, nodding at Rhodey.
“Oh, I-I’d love to. But, maybe tomorrow?” you suggested, desperately trying to avoid looking at Hela in the distance. “I’m quite.. tired.”
The men seemed to agree and chatted as they headed back into the building. Tony swiped at Steve as they walked, who promptly tugged the sparring stick from him.
You hurriedly looked around into the darkness, wanting to see another glimpse, hoping you didn’t imagine it. But when you couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, you worried if you really had gone insane.
Steve called after you, and your heavy feet carried you back inside to settle for the rest of the night.
A/N: Life is fucking INSANE. only a few chapters left for this!! Don’t ask me about the timeline alterations because me trying to make sense of the canon and trying to make it all fit is making my brain explode!! I hope you like it, love you all!!! Stay safeee
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Diagnosis: Love (Finale) | Johnny’s route (M)
word count: 1.7k
warnings: smutty smut, explicit sex scene, explicit language, a little bit of choking (?)
summary: Y/N is the new nurse at NCT Hospital - the best hospital in the country. She was expecting it to be a big step in her career, but 'Bad Boy' Doctor Johnny Suh and 'Valentine' Pediatrician Jeong Jaehyun take her by surprise.
“Hey,” you greeted Johnny as you opened your front door to him.
“Hey,” he casually responded.
“Please, come in,” you moved out of the way to let him in, your heart filled with joy.
“You’ve redecorated since the last time I was here,” Johnny noted as he walked into your apartment.
“Yeah well, when your head’s a mess sometimes you feel like you need something new to cheer you up,” you explained as you closed the door and followed him to your couch.
“I see,” he commented, a nervous aura surrounding him. “And how’s your head now?” He asked, testing the waters.
“It’s better.”
“So...you’ve decided.”
He seemed on the fence about everything, which was understandable. For all he knew you could just be inviting him in to politely reject him and telling him you were getting with his best friend - but that wasn’t the case.
“It was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do, but yes, I’ve decided,” you sighed, remembering all the sleepless nights you went through in this past month but ultimately smiled at him, wanting to see his reaction. Johnny though was acting a little distant, as if he was protecting himself from a possible broken heart, and you couldn’t blame him. Honestly, you hated yourself for having to do this to one of them, but you had to.
“Alright, let’s hear it. Tell it to me straight, please.”
“Johnny,” you picked up his hand and felt him tense up, “I choose you.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I choose you,” you repeated, the look of disbelief and relief on his face making you smile.
“Me? But, I was like this huge ass player and I’ve fucked your friends and-”
“Yes, I know that, but you’ve changed and I love who you’ve become. I love the way you are when you are with me...”
“But-”
“Johnny fucking Suh, are you seriously trying to find excuses for me not to pick you?!” You mocked, knowing fully well he was just shocked. You honestly found it kind of endearing.
“No, no, no,” he said as he scooched closer to you, his hands grabbing yours. “I’m sorry, I’m so happy you chose me, I just...I really wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” His words broke your heart. Did he honestly think he was so bad of a choice that he wouldn’t even have a chance? If only he knew how much you liked him...you would have to show him.
“Johnny...I love you.”
His eyes shot wide open like he was a deer caught in headlights. His expression then started to change from one of surprise to one of adoration and love, the warm and silly smile he was flashing you making your heart race. “Say that again.”
“Johnny Suh, I love you,” you repeated, this time more seriously.
Johnny got closer to you until your lips were a hair’s breadth away from each other and confessed: “I love you too.” His lips crashed onto yours as his hands began to wander under your shirt. His touch was so soft that it was leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
“Fuck I’ve missed you,” Johnny confessed as his hands moved upwards towards your breasts and started massaging them just the way you like it - with little pinching motions at the nipples.
Johnny knew your body so well. Ever since the first day you met and had sex you were an instant match. It was like your bodies already came programmed to pleasure one another.
“Take off your fucking shirt,” you ordered, making him smirk.
Johnny was a man that liked to take the lead in bed, no doubt about that but, he found it hot when you tried to be all bossy with him. Of course, he found it even hotter when he shut that bossiness down, but tonight he just wanted to be with you in any way he could so, with that in mind, he obeyed your command, flashing his toned body to you.
“Fuck, you’ve been working out more?” You asked as you shamelessly inspected every muscle on his upper body.
“Yeah,” he flexed his muscles just for you, the action making you jump right at him, your lips on his and your hands running over his defined abs.
“Johnny, you can’t do this to me,” you whined as you ground on the muscle of his thigh.
“What baby?” He asked in that damn sex voice he has.
“I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” your hand that was just now holding onto his other thigh for support slid up to his crotch and groped his erection through his black sweatpants.
“Yeah, you want that?” He hissed at the way you were feeling him up while you rode his thigh, his big hands moving to remove your shirt.
“Mhmm...”
“Why don’t you play with my cock while you ride my thigh like a good little girl?”
He took off your bra and threw it across the room, his lips immediately attacking your nipples by sucking, nibbling and licking them. You didn’t even answer him, as soon as he told you to do it your hand was already tugging on his clothes to free him.
“Fuck, your hands feel so good around my cock,” he cursed, leaving your breasts for a short moment to bend his head backwards in pleasure before he dived back in.
“I’m almost there,” you said as you picked up your pace both with your hands and with your hips.
“Yeah? Are you gonna make a mess out of your panties for me?” Johnny’s hands were now pressing hard against your hips, helping you reach your end.
“Yes baby, just for you,” you moaned as the feeling approached.
“Do it then, show me how much of a dirty girl you are and come on my thigh.”
“Fuck Johnny, I’m cummi-” you moaned as you contorted on top of Johnny, his arms embracing you as you came.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cum,” he confessed to your hair once you stopped spasming.
“You know who else looks beautiful?” You asked.
“Who?”
“You. Why don’t you let me suck your cock?” You teased, the hand that had let go of him in the middle of your spasms now getting back to it, spreading the pre-cum over his red tip and making him hiss.
“Nope.” Johnny’s hand moved to your lips, playfully pinching the bottom one, “I haven’t had sex in more than a month, which to me is a lot. I’m not gonna last long and I want to cum inside your pretty little pussy.” He said as his other hand rubbed your pussy over your pants.
“Fuck, way to make me want you more.”
Johnny chuckled. His hand worked on unbuttoning your pants and sliding right under your underwear, immediately reaching your sensitive bud and making you go nuts. “Come and get it.”
That was all you needed. You got up, took off the rest of your clothes while Johnny did the same, and straddled him, your wet pussy now sitting directly on top of his rod.
“Wait, you got a condom?” He asked.
“Fuck the condom. I’m on the pill and I trust you,” you leaned in closer and softly kissed him in a loving gesture.
“I trust you too.”
You lifted yourself up a bit and watched as Johnny aligned himself right beneath you. He rubbed himself up a bit between your folds to collect your slick and then you sank on his cock.
“Oh my god,” you moaned.
“Shit baby you’re so tight,” he said as you ground back and forth.
You made out for a bit as you slowly moved into each other but soon enough you started to pick up your pace and bounce on his cock, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the room.
“I love watching you bounce like that, the way your perfect tits move up and down...” Johnny confessed as he grabbed one of your tits a little rougher.
“Johnny...”
“Fuck, Y/N.”
Soon enough, your legs started getting tired and Johnny began to help you by thrusting up into you, the power of his hips sending you straight to heaven. “Yes baby, oh I missed you.”
“I missed you too, so fucking much,” Johnny chased for your lips, a sloppy kiss being exchanged between the two of you.
Suddenly he picked you up and bent you over your coffee table, sending all the little ornaments and magazines you had on display flying off to your carped. He then spread your ass cheeks and took a moment to observe you, making you blush at the exposure.
“Fuck, look at you so wet and pretty for me, almost made me bust a nut right here.”
He grabbed at his rod and pumped it up and down a couple of times before he was entering you once again, this time with much more force.
“I’m gonna fill your pussy up so good,” he said through gritted teeth as his hand grabbed the nape of your neck, forcing your head down on the table. “You’d like that don’t you? Your pussy filled with my cum? Make you a leaky mess? Mmmh? I bet you would enjoy that, wouldn’t you baby?”
“Yes, please, fill me up,” you whined as drool started to slip down the sides of your mouth.
He then grabbed you by your neck and turned you around so you would now be on your back and immediately resumed his incessant pace, your legs being placed on his shoulders.
“Touch your pretty little clit for me baby, let me watch how you cum again.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. As soon as he said it, your hand moved right between your legs and started rubbing at your nub, that orgasmic feeling coming in no time.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he announced before you felt him twitch inside of you, moans spilling from his lips as he ejaculated.
“I’m cumming, I’m-” you mumbled right after he was done, your second orgasm of the night shaking you right to your core.
“I’ll never get tired of that,” Johnny looked at you with a fond look on his face, sweat dripping off his defined chest.
“Of what?” You asked between ragged breaths.
“Watching you cum,” he happily said. “And fucking you.”
You laughed at the boyish charm he managed to convey while saying such filthy things. “Well then, why don’t you come over here and give me round two?”
“You better start asking for round three or four because I’m not gonna stop.”
“Good.”
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Thank you for everyone who read this story, your support means the world to me! ❤️ And thank you for picking Johnny (or not) 😂 I thought I’d be able to choose by the end of this but this just proves that you should never put your own biases against each other. I couldn’t even choose between them for a bias, what made me think I could do it for this? 😂
Also, I will be posting an epilogue, I just don’t know if it’s going to be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but keep an eye out!
Once again, thank you so much, I hope you liked it ❤️
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overthinking over you.
Lee Donghyuck (Haechan — NCT) X female reader.
Genre: Fluff, smut.
Word count: 8,672.
Content: student!hyuck, student!reader, sportplayers!nct, kissing, first time sex (male), dry humping, foreplay, fingering, depictions of violence that may be upsetting for some readers, I kinda made Johnny a dick so sorry to y’all beforehand, just some lovely and probably cringey au to have a valentine’s day feast before valentine’s day because I realized I haven’t written an au for my best friend in a while and the 90′s Love era Haechan has been attacking me for long enough so I decided to do something about it.
Brief: Captain of the hockey team, Honor Roll student, an amazing friend and the pride and joy of his parents, Lee Donghyuck certainly has it all to other people’s eyes, but what about the girl he’s dreamed of? No, he’s pretty much a great overthinker for that. But now that she broke up with her boyfriend, will his head get on the way of him getting to her heart?
Dedicated to @theravengoddess, happy Valentine’s day, bestie! I love you and thank you for being with me through the ups and downs 💜
After some long hours of practice, the hockey team was finally sent to the lockers by the coach, the old man’s chest was filled with pride by his back-to-back champion, the Neo Cultural Tech All-Stars. But of course, he didn’t want his players to slack off, so he wouldn’t let them know that.
The man of the hour, Lee Donghyuck, got out of his warm shower to dress up and go home, finding his fellow team players in the lockers. “Hey, nice practice today, Hyuck”, Jeno complimented, patting his shoulder. “Thanks, man. You were quite impressive out there too”, he smiled at him. “You guys wanna crash at my place to study for the finals? My last brain cell died trying to figure out the Algebra study guide”, Mark sighed, pulling his red hoodie down as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. “I’m down, I seriously need divine help for that one”, Sungchan said, tying the laces of his sneakers. “Me too, the question is if our savior will be there to help us”, Yangyang teased, looking at his team captain.
The blonde looked at him with a little smile, shaking his head. “You guys are truly a pain in the ass”, he sighed. “Oh, come on, Hyuck! I’ll pay for the pizza”, Yangyang pleaded, truly concerned about his grades. “You know if I don’t get at least a B, I won’t be able to stay in the team, what are you gonna do without your heartthrob?” he asked while pouting and batting his eyes. “But WinWin has good grades”, Mark teased, making his fellows laugh and Hyuck sigh. “Fine, but if you start staring at your phone instead of studying, I will whoop your ass”, Donghyuck agreed, and the rest of them high-fived each other.
“Ayo, Ten!”, Mark called out, looking at the guy who had just gotten out of the shower. Donghyuck saw something weird in him, he looked as if he was in a rush. “We’re having a group study session at my place, Hyuck will help us with the Algebra study guide, you down?”, he asked. “I’ll have to pass, guys. Johnny is pissed, it seems like he and Y/N broke up”, he said, making Donghyuck stop in his tracks, shocked. “What? What for?”, Mark asked again, concerned for Ten’s stepbrother, the star of the school’s martial arts team. “You know Johnny, she probably found out he cheated on her or something, but I’m still his brother, so I gotta be there for him”, Ten sighed, getting dressed within five minutes with his hair still dripping wet. “Anyways, maybe the next time, take care, y’all!”, he said before rushing out of the lockers’ room.
Jeno looked at his blonde friend, knowing exactly what he was probably thinking. His seemingly hopeless love was finally available again, how exciting was that? However, he looked rather terrified, and it was because his overthinking head was working at full speed.
Oh God, is she okay? Did Johnny hurt her badly? Should I text her? What if she doesn’t wanna talk about it? What if she doesn’t wanna talk at all? What if she doesn’t like boys anymore after this? Irene started dating Seulgi after Junmyeon broke up with her, what if Y/N does that too? Should I go with her? But I already told the guys I would help them... Jesus, Lee Donghyuck, you’re such an idiot.
Lee Donghyuck had many virtues, sadly his biggest enemy was his head.
“Guys, I think we lost him”, Sungchan said, as he saw Donghyuck spacing out. “What?” he said, once he realized his surroundings. Mark patted his shoulder, “Lee Donghyuck, you’re truly one of a kind. If y’all ready, let’s go”, he said, and their group left the lockers and headed to the parking lot, where everyone got into Donghyuck’s black Jeep to head off to Mark’s place. However, the team captain was still thinking about his long-time friend, who he’s had a crush on for the longest time. He simply shook it off, he was a man of his word, so he would help his friends and once they’re done with studying, his head would be clear enough to know what to do.
Because there was nothing better for Lee Donghyuck to clear his mind than a good Algebra study guide.
“Oh, man, thank God it’s over!”, Sungchan yawned, stretching after finishing the last problem of the study guide and the last slice of pizza left on the third box, “I get it all now, how did you do that?”, Yangyang asked, looking at Donghyuck with utter confusion. “Well, it’s quite simple if you actually get your head in it”, the blonde replied, saving the study guide back in his backpack before grabbing his phone, still wandering between texting you or not. It wouldn’t be weird, you’ve known each other since kindergarten and been friends for years. However, your ex-boyfriend, the widely-known playboy Seo Johnny, had kept you from talking ever since you started dating last summer, and honestly, Donghyuck didn’t want you to have problems because of him.
He loved you a lot to do that.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, Jeno, do you want a ride?”, you asked the only one within your group you knew didn’t plan on staying over at Mark’s or lived close enough to walk home. Jeno logically nodded, picking up his bag and saying his respective goodbyes. Of course, something seemed to click in Jeno’s head when Donghyuck offered to give him a ride home: you lived in front of his house. Obviously, he wasn’t going to point that out, knowing Donghyuck, he would take back his offer, and he honestly didn’t want to walk the ten blocks that distanced Mark’s place to his.
“You think I should talk to her?”, Donghyuck asked halfway through, looking at Jeno briefly as they got to a red light. Jeno sighed, taking his sight away from the window to look at his friend. “Honestly, Hyuck? You’ve been in love with her since fifth grade, you should gather the balls to tell her once and for all, it’s so fucking frustrating to deal with your overthinking ass head”, he replied, taking a deep breath afterward. What hurt Hyuck the most was knowing that he was right and that even after all those years, he’d always see you run into another guy’s arms.
First, it was Lucas, your boyfriend from sixth to eighth grade. He had a wealthy family and was the school’s fencing champion. And then, it was Johnny, who you’d been with since barely months after you broke up with Lucas. Sadly, it has always been the same for Donghyuck: as soon as he gathers the courage to ask you out, you’d already started dating someone else. You have a long, toxic relationship with the new guy, he breaks your heart, you go to him. It was the routine he was used to, the routine his thoughts reserved for him every time. But after parking his car in front of Jeno’s house, he decided that was about to change.
“You sure you’re okay? I’m sorry if I said something-”, Jeno tried to apologize, but Donghyuck cut him off. “It’s alright, Jen. You said what was in your head and I respect that, mostly because you’re right”, he sighed, looking down for a while before taking a deep breath and reaching out his hand for a small handshake with his friend. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, he grinned, as Jeno got out of the car. “Thanks for the ride, drive home safely!”, the raven-haired boy exclaimed as he walked into his house. Donghyuck stayed outside for a while, and while he did, he sighed as he kept thinking what was the right thing to text you.
But decided to let all of that go, he just typed the first thing that came to his head and pressed sent, locking his phone so he wouldn’t keep looking at it on his way home.
“Johnny is a dick, and I think it’s time for me to say I told you”, Wendy laughed as you simply shook your head. Yeah, they all warned you, it’s true. But the truth also was you never really had super strong feelings for Johnny, nor Lucas, nor for any of the boys you’ve dated before. But then, why would you date them? Because you weren’t a fan of loneliness, and even though most of those guys were assholes —especially and at a ridiculous level, Johnny—, they wouldn’t miss the most stupid excuse to be with you when you were alone, which sadly because of your parents’ job was pretty often. “Yeah, I know I should’ve listened to you, Wen” you rolled your eyes as you threw one of your stuffed animals at your friend.
But as soon as she threw another one back, specifically the bear with the hockey team’s uniform, your eyes were about to bawl out. “Hey, be careful with this one!” you said, making sure it was still in perfect conditions. All of your friends looked at you, quite taken aback by your reaction. However, Demi, your neighbor, smiled a little before explaining your reaction. “All the other stuffed animals were from the idiots, but Lee Donghyuck gave her that one”, she sat next to you, as you both smiled while looking at each other. “Lee Donghyuck? As in the hockey team’s captain, Lee Donghyuck?”, Joy asked, quite excited. You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you thought of him.
“I’ve heard he’s gay, I mean, he hasn’t gone public about a relationship like... ever? And besides, he has rejected every girl that’s asked him out”, Irene said, quite as nicely as ever. “No offense, I mean, I’m obviously an ally... but, how come such a hot piece of cake like him has never dated someone?”. Seulgi looked at her girlfriend, quite shocked at her way to describe him. “Jeno told me he has a crush on someone since fifth grade, but he’s quite an overthinker, he needs to ask his left foot before moving the right one”, Demi chuckled, “But I think that’s cute, he’s been a good friend to Y/N as far as I’m concerned, and if he ever decides to step out of his shell, I bet he will be the exception to the all athletes are idiots rule”.
This last phrase stayed in your mind as Seulgi, Irene, Wendy and Joy left, as they had told Yeri they would go over to her house for a good spiriting session before the cheerleading championship you’d enroll into in a few weeks. You passed, you were scared as hell of those things, and honestly, you preferred to spend some quality time with your neighbor before she went overseas to a musical exchange program. “Ugh, I’m gonna miss you so much, bitch”, you said as you hugged her, making her chuckle. “Hey, I’ll be sending you as many pictures as you want, and I’ll buy you gifts while I’m there, I promise I’ll try every single street food dish London has to offer just for you”, she said, letting out a sigh as she watched through your bedroom’s window. “I’ll miss you and Jeno so much...”, she muttered. You playfully pushed her, “Hey, you’re with your wife right now! Stop thinking about your boyfriend, say you’ll miss me!”, you yelled at her as you both laughed.
Your phone vibrated as a message arrived, and you grabbed it from its previous spot in your bed. As you read who it was from, you simply smiled, something your friend didn’t miss out on. “Let me guess, it’s your gay best friend”, she mocked you, referring to Irene’s comment on the rumors about his private life. You simply looked at her for a second to return your attention to the text.
You typed the answer quickly, quite excited about the fact that he texted you first when it was usually the other way. Demi stared at you while you wrote the message, quite unsure as to why you looked so hyped up.
Hyuckie:
Hey, I heard about you and Seo, I’m sorry.
You felt a pillow being thrown your way, and you looked up only to find your friend looking at you, pretending to be pissed. “Hey, you’re with your wife right now! Stop texting your crush, let’s watch a movie!”, you laughed again at your silly “jealous” attitudes, and ended up turning on your laptop to watch a movie before going to bed.
You:
Hey... it’s fine, I was warned but I still did it.
How are you? I kinda missed you.
Of course, you’d chosen strategically to play the one movie Demi falls asleep watching so you could read Donghyuck’s answer to your texts, and you were a little too excited over it.
Hyuckie:
I missed you too, you should start cheering for the hockey team too!
Would you like to grab a bite tomorrow after class and catch up?
My treat ;)
You:
Are you asking me out?
You asked teasingly, making Donghyuck’s head insane as he laid in his bed, reading your message over and over again thinking about his next move.
Was it too soon? Is it too little? Should I say no? What if she was joking? What if she doesn’t want a date? What if I screw up and she never wants to talk to me again? Reply quickly, idiot! She’ll think you’re ignoring her!
Leaving his thoughts aside, he typed what his heart told him to and sent it, quite to your shock as you read it.
Hyuckie:
If I was, would you say yes?
Biting on your lip as Donghyuck’s hands trembled, you couldn’t hold back a smile. If your friend was right, this would end with the bad streak of dating idiots you’ve had so far, and you’d finally be happy with someone who actually gave you your place. So without thinking it any further, you replied something that made your friend’s heart skip a beat.
You:
Meet me tomorrow after class.
“You asked her out?!”, Jeno exclaimed in shock as he read the small text conversation on Hyuck’s phone. He nodded, and Jeno showed a huge surprised face, “What? I thought that was what you wanted me to do”, the blonde said, quite not getting his friend’s reaction. “I’m just... shocked. I thought it would still take you weeks, days at least. Hyuck, I’m so fucking proud of you!”, he hugged Hyuck as he patted his back. “Damn, our little Hyuck is finally growing up, this and the fact that we slew those Algebra finals is a matter of celebration!” Mark said excitingly. “You just wanted an excuse to throw a party, didn’t you?” Sungchan rolled his eyes, smiling at his friend’s enthusiasm.
“I think I’ll catch up later, I promised Demi I’d be with her tonight”, Jeno sighed. It was a mystery to everyone why he looked so down lately, and it was merely because Jeno wasn’t the sharing type. He liked to keep his problems to himself, in his books it was alright because everyone had their own stuff to deal with. However, quite frequently, the exception to that rule was Donghyuck, but he kept things to himself whenever they were with the rest of the guys.
So once the guys headed off to the library to study a bit more for the rest of their final exams, Hyuck patted Jeno’s shoulder. “I know something’s off, Jeno”, he looked at his friend in the eye, which made Jeno sigh. “Demi is taking off to London for the summer break, and God knows how much longer”, he finally told him. “And I don’t mean to keep her here, because I know that’s her dream, and had it been mine, she’d support me until the very end, but...”, Jeno stared at the ground as they kept walking, not really wanting to say what sounded so selfish in his head, but was truly the only thing that he had in his mind. “You don’t want her to leave”, his friend completed, wrapping his arms around him.
“Jeno, if there’s something I know for sure it’s how much you and Demi love each other”, he chuckled, trying to cheer his friend up. “You’ve been together... God, for as long as I can remember. You’ll survive this, you just gotta let things flow”. Jeno looked up at him with a little smile, “How come you’ve never dated anyone and you still give great dating advice?”. They both chuckled, only for Jeno to look back at him and pat his back, “That’s some great advice, Hyuck, you should follow it too”.
As they reached the exit, both of them went separate ways. Jeno’s words kept ringing in the back of Donghyuck’s head as he walked towards the outdoor field’s bleachers, sitting down as he waited for you still thinking about how he would manage everything. He made an elaborate plan right after finishing the study guide last night, with his mind clear enough to let him make his choices without any further doubts. He took a deep breath and followed the little pre-game ritual he had ever since he started playing hockey: he looked straight ahead and emptied his mind from everything but what he had planned for the day: making sure you knew he’d treat you better than the rest of the idiots you’ve given your heart to.
That was his plan for the most important task he’s had to date.
“Party at Mark Lee’s place tonight, girls!”, you heard Yeri exclaim as you got changed from your PE class in the lockers. The girls looked quite excited and you texted Demi to know if she would come as well, figuring that it would be somewhere in Hyuck’s plans for the night. “Someone looks quite rushed, do you have somewhere else to be?”, Joy asked you, as she slipped her red cropped turtleneck over her head. “I’m going on a date”, you muttered as the other girls looked at you, quite mesmerized. “A date?! With who?” Wendy had the courage to ask, and you smiled as you pointed at Donghyuck’s picture from last year’s yearbook. “Lee Donghyuck?”, Irene gasped, looking at you quite amazed. “Girls, there will be six more weeks of summer this year”. Your friends giggled as you shook your head. “I mean, you’re the first girl he’s asked out like... ever?”. You sighed as you put on some lipstick, blending it with the tip of your fingers.
Seulgi looked at what you were wearing and threw a piece of clothing at you, nearly making you smudge your mascara. “Hey!”, you exclaimed, quite shocked. “You don’t plan on going to Mark’s party later with that, right? Let alone to date the hockey team’s captain”, you looked at your plain red shirt and your white mom jeans, quite confused as you straightened the clothing ball your friend threw your way. “That’s my beloved white furry jacket, it will look cute with that and your matching bucket hat. And it will help you look like you made at least a little effort to look different today”. You dedicated her a little grin as you slipped the jacket on, finding yourself looking like a 90′s teen movie star. “Thank you!”, you told her, walking out the locker room as she yelled one final, “You better take care of it!”.
You jogged your way to the fields as you realized the bell rang twenty minutes ago, afraid of making Donghyuck think you’d forgotten or played with him. A part of you even thought he probably wouldn’t be there. However, you found him sitting in the bleachers, staring at his phone. “Hey, sorry, did you wait too long?”, you asked concerned, only to be greeted by one of his beautiful smiles. He got up, fixing his hair as he rushed down to your encounter, smiling your way. “I was talking to Jeno, I just got here”, he shrugged, a little white lie he made to keep you from feeling bad.
Because that’s how much he loved you.
“Oh, thank God, I was so scared...” you sighed, looking at him with a little smile. “Wow, I’ve seen you every day, yet you look so different”, you grinned, looking at how much his physics had changed from the little kid you remembered: he gained muscles, he was also taller than you remembered him to be, not to mention his golden-tanned skin looked somewhat more tempting than it did before. “Well, you’re still as beautiful as I remembered you to be”, he muttered, picking a lock of your hair behind your ear. That little moment had you feeling those cliché butterflies in your stomach like you’ve never felt them before. “Shall we go now?”, he asked you, reaching his hand out for you to hold.
His hands, good lord. You thought. There was definitely something about them that made you even more excited about holding them. As soon as you held his hand, it felt as if two pieces of a puzzle had been joined. As if the event was long overdue.
You walked over to the parking lot, where your jaw dropped as soon as you saw his ride. “Since when can you drive?”, you asked quite shocked. “I got my driver's license before the last championship, my parents gifted me this after we won”, he replied, opening the passenger’s seat door for you to go inside. “Wow, what a gentleman”, you said, acting as if it was a joke. But the truth was it somewhat made you feel good. No one had ever opened a door for you, and there was Lee Donghyuck, holding your hand to help you get inside his car after he opened the door for you.
Different from other guys you’ve had the chance to ride along with, Hyuck didn’t seem to care about your shoes being dirty when they touched the car, nor about you intending to touch the car. He made you feel as if his car was yours too, and you liked that. He closed the door once you got in and surrounded the car to get in the driver’s seat. You had this stupid smile on your face, and Hyuck noticed that. “What is it?”, he asked you, quite confused but still smiling. You shook your head, “Don’t mind me, I’m just recovering from the algebra test”. He chuckled, as he started the engine, “How come everyone says that? It was a piece of cake compared to the study guide”. You looked at him while laughing, shaking your head lightly. Ever since you were kids, Donghyuck was a genius with numbers. When the teacher asked him, he said it was because he liked to have an answer to problems, and that was when you knew you needed someone like him in your life.
However, due to the situation making you realize things in a totally different way, you surely were questioning the real intentions of that wish.
You stared at him as he focused on the driveway after lending you the AUX cable so you could choose the music, his focus unbothered even with your sort of intense glare. He truly looked like a 90′s boyband heartthrob. His sportslike red and white outfit along with the chains you remember giving him for one of his birthdays a while ago... he looked good. You also smiled a little as you noticed the color coordination you had unwittingly pulled off, you truly looked like a couple... and you liked it.
Donghyuck wasn’t blind, he noticed each one of your smiles but pretended not to since he liked to see you smiling, and his head was certain in the fact that you would try to hide them if he said something about them. “Where are we going?”, you asked him, quite curious about his intention. He wasn’t using any sort of GPS, so he knew where he was going, but that only made you more anxious as to where he was taking you. “Do you remember that place where your parents threw your birthday party in fifth grade?”, he asked, making you look at him with disbelief. “The arcade where I beat you in every single game?”, you giggled. “Yup, that one. I thought it would be nice to go back there, you know... for the memories”, he explained, only to add at the end, “and they also serve some great cheeseburgers”.
The pure definition of the word “nostalgia” hit you as soon as Hyuck parked the car in the place’s parking lot. It was nearly empty, with just some employees going around to check on the games and some people eating in the cafeteria. “Wow, this place is exactly like I remember, they haven’t even changed the games!”, you exclaimed as Hyuck looked at your excitement with loving eyes. You looked at the guy beside you, taking your wallet out of your purse. “Well, the food’s your treat, then mine’s the games”, you said, you didn’t even let him say a word before you went over to the cashier to pay for the coins you’d play with.
The old lady sitting behind the desk looked at you with a kind smile, “That young man came in yesterday when we were nearly closing, he asked us to reconnect some of the old machines, now I get why”, she told you while looking for a few bags of coins, counting them in a machine that later poured them in a little cup. “He sure is in love with you, you’ve got quite a catch of a boyfriend”. You were about to tell her he wasn’t your boyfriend when you turned around, and your eyes found him focused on a crane game, not exactly knowing what he was so focused on getting but certainly going down the memory lane to a 12-year-old Donghyuck pulling an adorable teddy bear out of the game and giving it to you two days later with the hockey team’s jersey and his number in the back.
“I totally agree”, you muttered, smiling as you saw him pulling out the toy he’d gotten. He was so good at those games, at every game being honest. You still couldn’t believe you’d beaten him back in the day. Once the old lady handed you the coin-filled cups, you paid her and she handed you your change. As you counted the money, you realized something was off. “Excuse me, ma’am... you gave me extra change”. She shook her head, looking at you with that same smile. “Half of it is on the house, I let you pay the other half because the young man told me that you were quite stubborn”, she giggled, “Now, go and have fun! Live while you’re young”.
You smiled, thanking her as you walked back towards Donghyuck. He smiled back at your happiness, handing you an adorable stuffed animal. “How come you’re so good at those games?”, you asked him while giggling. “It’s just a matter of space measuring, calculating the probabilities of the toy slipping out or falling off the crane, choosing the most available toy out of the bunch... and I’m boring you”, he smiled nervously as he saw you looking at the toy, an adorable white bear with a red bow. You looked at him again only to find him scratching the back of his neck.
“You weren’t, I like that about you, Hyuck”, you answered honestly. “I hate it when people are overconfident while giving answers to those questions, like when they say ‘I just can’ or that sort of stuff”, he looked at you while you spoke, making you feel listened to. He was truly listening to every single word that came out of your lips as if it was the most interesting speech ever.
Because he loved listening to you.
You spent every single coin playing different games, just like you did when you were kids, breaking your own records in every single machine you played in. You laughed the whole evening, and yet again, you managed to beat Donghyuck in every single game. “Booyah! In your face, twentieth game in a row!”, you mocked him, making your old little victory dance as he smiled, sighing. “Damn, you haven’t lost your touch”, he said, pretending to feel defeated, “Are you hungry yet?”, he asked you kindly. You nodded, and both of you made your way to the cafeteria, as you jokingly bragged about your smashing victory.
The old lady was patiently waiting for you to show up, with two gorgeous bacon cheeseburgers, french fries, and two milkshakes, what Donghyuck had told her to serve you the night prior. You looked at him in shock, “You remember all of this?”, you smiled as you sat down, thanking the lady when she left you your food. “It’s the house’s special, how could I forget it?”, he replied, as if wasn’t anything special. However, you knew deep down his intentions were all the opposite. You started eating, nearly crying at the sensation of memories flooding your head as soon as you gave it a bite. “It’s been so long since I’ve last had a burger this good”, you admitted. It wasn’t pretty usual for you to hang around these places anymore. It was pretty far away from your reach, yet Lee Donghyuck made it his task to make you remember the good old days.
“Why did you bring me here? I want the truth, Hyuck”, you demanded once you were done eating. He looked at you while taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake, swallowing before giving you an answer. “Well, a few years ago, on your birthday, your mother hired an entire show from the old animatronics because your friends loved them”, he started the story, one you certainly remembered. “However, you were scared shitless of them, so you ran out of the room as soon as the lights turned off for them to start the show. You thought no one noticed, but I did. And I ran behind you, only to find you looking at the zombie videogame your friends wouldn’t want to play with you because they didn’t like it”.
He looked at his hands, playing with his fingers as he left out a small chuckle. “Back then, you had this silly nickname for me, because of a bear you saw at the zoo that was named that way”, he said, only for you to complete his sentence. “Haechan”, you smiled, and he nodded. “You looked at me and smiled, and you said ‘Why are you here, Haechan? You should be watching the show, mommy thought you’d like it’. And I took out the coins I had in my pocket and told you-”. “I bet killing zombies with you is more fun”, you muttered, making him smile as you remembered it too. “Mom was so pissed she didn’t find me when the animatronics started singing the birthday song”, you chuckled, making him laugh as well. “That night, as we played, I remember thinking ‘wow, her smile is so pretty’, and it wasn’t until you first made that victory dance of yours that I realized how much I liked you” he confessed finally, leaving you speechless for a second.
You were that girl, you really were the girl Lee Donghyuck was in love with.
“You like me?”, you asked, still shocked. He nodded, not really knowing what to do with his hands. “I’ve been wanting to let you know for the longest time, but whenever I gathered the guts to do it, you started dating someone else. So I decided to keep it to myself, to be there for you as a friend if you needed me. Because even if it hurt me to see your heart break, I wanted to be there to help you fix it”, he explained to you, as the tears started coming out of your eyes. “You mean... when I started dating Lucas... you were planning to confess to me?”, your voice cracked, making him stop everything and reach out to hug you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, caressing your back. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything, nor to feel guilty or bad for me. I was upset, I’m not gonna lie... but I also decided to set you free. If you came back to me, it was because it was meant to be. And you came back every single time, so I waited until the right time until I finally decided it was now”, he told you, as you pulled back slightly to look at him in the eyes.
“Hyuck...”, you couldn’t manage to get any words out of your mouth, but he made you feel as if it was okay to leave him hanging after such an adorable confession. You felt like the biggest trash bag on Earth, and the way he treated you made you feel worse and at ease at the same time. “You need to heal, and I get that. You went through a lot with Johnny, and I know that. I’ll wait until you’re ready if you want me to, and I’ll totally leave my feelings aside if you want me to. I’ll leave it up to you”, he told you, caressing your cheeks and adjusting your hat back in its place. “Mark has a party over at his place, do you want to go?”, he asked you softly, wiping your tears away.
You sighed, looking down for a minute. “Hyuck, I’ll give you an answer, I promise”, you told him, which he let out a little giggle. “It’s truly okay, Y/N. Come on, Jeno told me Mark’s already bragging about his b-boy moves”, he told you, reaching out his hand again after leaving a good tip for the old lady, thanking her again before the two of you left. He always found a way to make you feel better, even when he was probably the most upset.
Because he loved you.
“Yo, Hyuck! You came just in time for another round of beer pong!” Mark greeted his friend as he saw the two of you walking into the party, crowded as usual for one of Mark Lee’s parties. “You guys look fresh! Make yourselves at home, drinks at the kitchen, snacks at the table, dance floor by the pool, and the rooms upstairs are exclusively reserved for the hockey team, so you’re staying over tonight, I’m not asking”. Hyuck looked at him, “Sure, because you’ll get so drunk tonight we’ll have to babysit you again”. Mark stopped in front of him, patting his shoulder. “You know me so well, Hyuckie”, he said, messing up his hair before going back to the party. “Ayo, Winwin! Let’s go get more booze!”.
You looked at Hyuck. “Do you want anything to drink?”, he asked you, raising his voice slightly for you to listen to him despite the loud music playing in the back. “Just some Coke” you replied, and he nodded, walking over to the kitchen as you looked around for Demi, finding her sitting on a couch near the beer pong table. You hugged her, noticing she looked a little excited. “I want every last drop of the scoop, how did it go?!”, she asked you, her smile nearly going from ear to ear. “He likes me, Dem, I’m the girl Jeno was talking about. And I blanked as soon as he confessed to me”, you said, quite embarrassed. “He planned the most adorable evening ever, he did all of these adorable things for it to be perfect... and I couldn’t even say anything”. Demi looked at you concerned, only to change her expression as soon as her attention drifted to someone walking over towards you. “Girl, I don’t mean to be rude, but we really should-”, she started as she helped you get up, only to be cut off by a voice you knew pretty well.
“I see it didn’t take long for you to go over with someone new, huh?”, he told you, looking at you dead in the eye. “Well, the difference, Johnny, is that I at least waited until breaking up with you”, you replied, certainly not scared of him. “Lee Donghyuck? That shitball, seriously? So you’re messing up with my reputation for being some faggot’s cover?”, he asked you, chuckling at the idea, making Jeno and the rest of the hockey team walk over towards you as soon as they acquired awareness of the situation. “You ain’t not even a quarter of the man he is”, you replied and felt him grabbing onto your neck, freezing at the closeness. “Oh, yeah? That wasn’t what you said when I made you my bitch”.
“Hey, asshole!”, you felt released as someone pushed Johnny off of you. Demi held you protectively as Jeno walked over to the two of you, checking out to see if you were okay. “Oh, if it’s the man of the moment, I was looking for you to give you my congratulations, I guess some people settled with used things”, Johnny mocked, only to receive another push from Donghyuck. “You can say all you want about me, but leave her alone or else”. Johnny laughed in his face, “You? You will beat me? You would risk getting your ass kicked for some wasted-ass bitch? Face the facts, Lee! Lucas used her, I used her, God knows how many more have, she’s a fucking slut-!”, he was about to say something else when Donghyuck threw the first punch, with such strength it left Johnny bleeding. You gasped, knowing well enough Hyuck wasn’t the fighting type, let alone the type to start a fight, let’s not even mention starting a fight with the school’s martial arts champion.
As soon as he got punched, you felt your heart stuck in your throat. He tried throwing punches at Johnny, but the ladder returned them faster and harder. Jeno, Yangyang, Sungchan, and Ten rushed to break down the fight, looking at how Hyuck’s blood started to stain the floor. “Enough!”, Mark yelled walking into his house with Winwin and the booze they went for, with that authority voice that made him so respected and loved by everyone in his class. “Johnny, get the fuck out of my house! I give two shits, you have absolutely no right to disrespect my team captain, nor a friend of mine, nor a lady, not under my fucking roof! Get the fuck out before I call the cops!”, Ten walked him out before he looked for further trouble, mouthing a “sorry” your way. You rushed over to Donghyuck, looking at Mark once you realized how his face was bleeding.
“Do you have any first-aid kit?”, you asked him. “Upstairs, third door to the right”, he guided you. You held Hyuck’s hand and guided him over with you, quite concerned about the mess left. Jeno looked at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “We’ll clean this up and keep things going as if nothing happened, you go and make sure he’s alright”, he told you, “That idiot thinks everything so damn much, I can’t believe he didn’t think this through... just go with him, it’s gonna be alright” you nodded lightly. You would, you had to make sure he was alright because that fight made you realize just how different he was from every idiot you’ve dated.
Because it made you realize how much he loved you.
Having taken off Seulgi’s coat to keep it away of the blood, you found yourself tending to Hyuck’s wounds in one of the bedrooms bathroom. However, he looked more concerned about you than he was about anything related to his well-being. “Stop”, you ordered. “Stop what?”, he asked, authentically confused. “You know it’s not the first time anyone slut-shames me, right?”, you told him, passing a cotton bud over a slit in his lip. At least once the blood was off, it didn’t look that bad anymore. “It’s quite curious, due to how many campaigns women around the world hold against it, to think that the first ones to publicly degrade me were all girls”, you sighed, not wanting to look at him as you spoke. “Every girl that liked Lucas, every girl Johnny cheated on me with, every girl who wouldn’t make it past the cheerleading tryouts...”, you cleaned the mess you’d made, throwing every last piece of cotton you’d used into the trash bin.
“At this point, you could even say I’m used to it. I would even hear made-up stories about how I would be up for gangbangs with Johnny and his friends, how I sold some old man my nudes for him to pay my college tuition, how I was the one who made Seulgi and Irene bisexual...”, you finally sighed, letting out the tears you’ve held back so long it started hurting. Hyuck noticed that, and just like he did in the cafeteria, he held you close. “I’m tired, Hyuck”, you finally admitted, and he caressed your hair. “I know”, he muttered. “I’m so fucking broken I’m afraid to break the only guy who’s ever really loved me right”, you cried out, just wanting to let everything out as you pulled away from his hug, wanting to look at him as you confessed what has been going on in your heart. “Because I fucking love you, Hyuck... but I’m not even close to deserving-”.
You were cut off by his lips crashing onto yours, a sweet and delicate kiss was what you got as a response. Once he slowly pulled away, he looked at you in the eyes, his hands lightly resting on your cheeks. “You deserve the universe and more, nothing less”, he muttered. The tingling sensation that kiss left on your lips was something you’d never felt after kissing anyone before. And it was the final push for you to finally give in, for you to finally let yourself be loved.
You pulled him close again, your lips crashing on each other as your hands wrapped around his neck, his hands falling from your cheeks all the way to your waist, hugging you the way you did with him. The kiss felt so natural you just sunk into it, as well as he did. Even when his head was going insane with all kinds of questions, he decided to shut them off and follow his own advice.
He’d let things flow.
You broke apart only to guide Hyuck back to the bedroom, he looked at you as he read through your intentions. “Are you sure about this?”, he asked you, caressing your cheek. You nodded, looking at him with loving eyes. “This is the first time I’m a hundred percent sure I want to do this”, you told him. He took a deep breath and walked over to the door, locking it first than anything. He looked nervous, and what the girls had said earlier came to your mind.
“Is this your first time?”, you asked him, to which he nodded, an adorable blush tinting his cheeks. You smiled at him, he looked so adorable you wondered who was that intimidating hockey player everyone saw in the field. “It’s okay, just guide me wherever you feel like going, I’ll follow you”, you told him as you got close to him again. You learned to be cautious ever since you lost your virginity, you’d taken birth control very seriously since day one because your mother and your friends guided you to do so. So even now, when the moment came, you were calm knowing it would be alright, and you wanted Hyuck to feel that as well.
He held your waist, pulling you closer lightly and guiding you into a kiss that got more intense with time, he pulled away for a while only to sit down on the bed, pulling you into his lap to start kissing you again. Your hands grabbed his cheeks, caressing them as the kiss kept going. His hands ran down your back as the heat started rising between you, Hyuck’s kissing abilities were way beyond average, those lips of his felt like cotton candy against yours, and every time your tongue met his, you felt one step closer to heaven. He pulled you away briefly to strip down his torso, and your hands felt curious to wander around his strong build.
He played with the bottom of your t-shirt, looking at you before doing anything else. “Can I?”, he asked gently, his constant asking for consent made you even more sure you were doing the right thing. You nodded and helped him out pulling the red shirt off, revealing your black plain underwear. Once your tops were thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor, he went back to kissing you, his kisses slowly going down your neck as you reached your back to undo your bra, letting your chest fully naked for him to kiss. He took that as your consent, and his kisses went all the way down to your breasts as his hands caressed your back once more.
Little moans left your mouth as Hyuck started kissing sensitive spots of your skin, the fact that he used his mouth to roam around your skin was enough to make you feel like this was the best you’ve ever been treated in bed, and adding up the amount of love you could practically touch in him made you enjoy everything even more. You could feel something starting to press against your core as you started grinding over Donghyuck’s lap. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane, princess”, he groaned, in such a raspy voice it made you want more. You kept grinding against him, loving the small grunts that would come out of his mouth as he kept kissing you.
From one moment to another, you felt the bedsheets in your back, as Hyuck took off his pants, feeling the pressure of his throbbing erection painful enough to rush things up a little bit. Still, he managed to be somewhat delicate "throwing" you over the bed. Once there was nothing but his black boxers keeping him from complete nudity, he crawled on top of you, looking at the button of your jeans to ask "Can I?". You unbuttoned your pants while looking at the guy with a pretty smile, biting on your lower lip as he smiled at you, undoing the zip and taking the heavy fabric off your legs, then looking at your black lacey underwear to ask yet again: "Can I?". You giggled, sitting down only to reach for his lips.
He kissed back as your hand guided his to your dripping center. He looked at you, as his head made an effort to figure out what to do at this point, but remembering the shows he watched with the guys, he figured to start moving his fingers up and down, to his luck, on what turned to be your clit. Small moans made their way out of your lips, and due to your arousal, his fingers managed to slip inside you. He kissed you as he kept moving his hand at a medium pace until you pulled him away, only to leave him face up over the bed. You looked at him, playing with the elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear.
"Can I?", you asked him softly, only for him to chuckle in embarrassment. He nodded lightly, making you smile as he watched your every move. Once his boxers were no longer a burden, you sat on his lap, making him curse as you started moving on top of him. "You'll set the pace", you told him, leaning down to kiss on his lips. And as soon as he aligned his throbbing erection to your entrance and slowly entered you, he swore he could see the stars. With his hands on your hips, he commanded you to go slowly, as you both moaned out how good it felt. Nice and slow, an expression you hadn't known before, certainly became your favorite after that night. And you kept kissing through the whole thing.
Because that's how much you loved each other.
After that steamy moment, you laid next to him after he helped you cleanse, your body holding his closely as he kept your hand in his heart and his arms surrounded you, one of his hands playing with your hair. He looked at you adoringly, unable to find fitting words to how beautiful you looked to his eyes in that moment. You closed your eyes for a few minutes, listening to his calm, steady breath and feeling his heart beating under your hand. For a moment, he even thought you'd fallen asleep, and that made everything ten times better to him. You slowly opened your eyes, finding that adorable smile you loved so much.
You smiled back, looking him in the eyes. "I thought you would be tired", you muttered, caressing his chest lightly. "I'm way too over the clouds to fall asleep right now, Y/N", he replied softly, making you lean over to kiss him lightly again. You looked at the hour in the digital clock that sat on the nightstand, it was 1:27 AM and the party seemed far from over. The music was still as loud as it was when you walked into the room to tend his wounds. You chuckled as you thought about the people you'd left downstairs, "Do you think Jeno and Demi are waiting for us?", you asked Hyuck, making him laugh a little. "Well, I hope they sorted things out if they are. Jeno was quite concerned earlier", he sighed, making you think the situation through.
Demi would leave in just a few days for that summer program, and Jeno would stay for the hockey team's summer camp, which was pretty much mandatory if he planned to keep his place as a headline player in the team. You knew how important he was to the team, but you also knew Jeno loved your best friend more than anything. And you knew for fact distance wasn't compatible with relationships.
"I think Jeno bought that plane ticket in the end", Hyuck shrugged, making you look at him in shock. "What do you mean?", you asked him. "Well, ever since Demi first applied for the program, he talked to the coach about it. Of course, the coach took a while to understand his issues, but as soon as we won the championship again, he gave Jeno the greenlight", he explained you, staring at the ceiling as he spoke. "Mark and I offered to help him with the expenses, and the coach even booked him in a good hockey camp in London", he smiled at the thought. "However, he's held back because he knows how much this means to Demi, and he didn't want her to lose focus because of him. If there's one thing the coach taught us well, was to get our head in the game as soon as we entered the field, and he didn't want to keep her from doing that. But I think Demi and him talked about it today, because he looked happy while talking to the guys before the fight".
You looked at him still in disbelief, making him giggle. "Is there something on my face?", he asked, and you jokingly punched him. "I thought he and Demi would break up! How could you know about all of this and not tell me?", he giggled and held you close again, as you "fought back", pretending to be angry. "Don't be mad at me, princess. Jeno had his reasons to keep my love for you a secret from Demi, I had mine not to tell you about this", he asked you softly. "They will be having fun in London, you and I will stay here. I think we should join them downstairs if neither one of us can sleep, just so you can have the tea spilled from them".
However, you shook your head. "No, the door is still locked and I still want some sort of compensation for keeping me from knowing my OTP found a way to make it through the challenges of life!", you asked as you grabbed his cheeks, making him smile and sigh. "Say no more", he said, turning the lamp off before kissing you again.
Happy Valentine’s season, everyone! If you love someone, let them know.
#haechan#nct haechan#nct dream#nct 127#nct#lee donghyuck#nct lee haechan#nct lee donghyuck#nct haechan fluff#fluff#kpop valentines day#theravengoddess#I MISS YOU UNIVERSE
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I love my friends, they make me feel alive again, or at least they remind me that I'm not even dead
I am kicking and screaming i must put this one and another Esmp fic out before tomorrow and I am very Nyoom rn so I'm sorry if this one isn't as good, I really liked the way it turned out so here have some clingyduo fluff bc yeah I can writing things that aren't angst?? What? no one dies and their best friend holds them in their arms this time?? fuckin crazy. /lh
TW- Abandonment anxiety, ptsd
WC: 2530 words
Ao3: :3
It was Tubbo's birthday today. Tommy had been planning something for weeks- grinding, mining, stealing, going through ax after ax getting wood. He even asked Foolish for some help, and after those weeks, he had finally built a perfect replica of the L'manberg bee house. It wasn't in L'manberg, of course, but Tommy was sure Tubbo wouldn't care.
He didn't fill the basement with wolves, but he did get two or three bees in there- he named them. Beeinnit, Ranbee, and Tubbee. Tubbo and his two best friends, but bee form. Tommy was still Tubbo's best friend, right? He knew that Ranboo was more than a friend to Tubbo, the two were married, Ranboo couldn't technically hold both titles, and Ranboo was too dumb- he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. Sitting in the bee dome, planting a few last flowers- cornflowers, poppies, sunflowers, and white tulips, Tommy realizes that he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. He needs to. Because Ranboo was a good… enderguy. And he was good for Tubbo. He had asked Tubbo if Ranboo made him happy- Tubbo nodded, and that was good enough for him. He needs to stop blaming Ranboo, and start looking at himself. Because if he and Tubbo aren't talking as much, of course, he's gonna find someone else to talk to. And he's learning to not blame himself for everything, he does blame Dream for that, but this isn't Ranboo's fault and it isn't Tubbo's. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo are still gonna be friends. It's been him and Tubbo since the beginning, that's what he said before fighting Dream. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo will have each other's back. He's just overthinking this, but he is still gonna try and give Tubbo everything he wants or needs. And try to give him the world that he deserves. He's gonna try and make the world a better place for him. And a bee dome is a nice, easy start. It was more tedious than anything- thank prime for Eret stealing the blueprints before Doomsday. They had the plans for every building ever created- they let Tommy have the one for the bee dome. They even brought over the bee that would become Tubbee. Tommy… wanted to forgive Eret. And he would. Eventually. Tommy kind of did that before going off to fight Dream- Eret was the last person he talked to. And Eret looked so relieved when Tommy said that he thought they were the true king. They had been there for him and Tubbo. That was good enough for him. He did think that Tubbo, Ranboo, and Eret, even, were his best friends. He knew that Puffy was his friend, and her griefing his house was just some friendly pranks, and he enjoyed having something to do. Shit was getting too buddy-buddy around here. Wilbur… he wanted to be Wilbur's friend- brother. He wanted the Wilbur who started L'manberg, he wanted the Wilbur who would sit down and play a song. He knew that Wilbur was still there. Somewhere. He stops to touch the petal of a cornflower next to him. Blue and yellow are on opposite ends of the color wheel, but they mean the same thing to Tommy. He loves, and misses, his best friends. They make him a better person. He doesn't have to be the bad guy.
Tommy shields his face, the sun setting and glaring into his eyes through a window. It's almost night, shit. He had put enough lanterns and shroomlights in the dome that mobs wouldn't spawn, but he wasn't so sure about outside. There was some pathing, courtesy of Foolish, and there was some light around, but he wasn't sure. Because mobs weren't the only thing that darkness hid.
Tubbo whispers to you: I'm here boss man
Tommy smiles. He had asked Tubbo to meet him at the community house, after his birthday party in the mansion- Tommy had left early to put the flowers in and told tubbo to meet him there whenever he was ready.
/msg Tubbo: k I gotta do one last thing
/msg Tubbo: be there in a sec
He's almost happier it's night, it'll look a lot cooler from a distance. He plants one more cornflower next to a hive. He brushes his hands off on his pants, and then brushes his pants off, and checks his reflection in the window. It wasn't too far of a run back to the community house, the dome was just to the side of Eret's castle.
"Tubbzo!" Tommy runs up behind his friend, who, unfortunately, had his back turned.
"Tommy!! You scared the shit out of me, fuck you-" Tubbo said, Tommy laughing.
"You fucking jumped, like, 30 feet in the air," Tommy says, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Fuck you," Tubbo repeats, lightly hitting Tommy in the arm, beginning to giggle as well.
"Come on, I spent so fucking long on this so you'd better like it," Tommy says, beginning to drag Tubbo out by his forearm.
"Yeah, is Ranboo already there?" Tubbo says, walking at pace with the other.
"What? I haven't seen Ranboo since the party." Tommy says, a pit in his stomach opening up.
"Huh, he said he was going to go help you with my birthday gift. You never saw him at all?" Tubbo says, voice laced with worry.
"No, was he going anywhere before coming to me? And- and I never told him where this was- only Foolish knew. So I don't even know how he'd find me." Tommy says, his grip loosening on Tubbo's forearm so he could pull away if he wanted. Tubbo didn't.
"No, he did that weird thing though, he calls me Tubbo and talks to me like you or Foolish would." Tubbo walks a little closer to Tommy.
"What's off about that?"
"Ranboo usually calls me beloved or snow angel, and he'd talk to me like a husband would, yknow?"
"He calls you 'snow angel?'" Tommy screws up his nose.
"Oh, piss off," Tubbo smiles a little.
"But still, we can look for him on our way? Unless you wanna look for him now, the be-irthday gift can wait."
"A beirthday gift, you say?" Tubbo says, smiling.
"Oh, piss off," Tommy mimics Tubbo, "but seriously, if you wanna look for him we can." Tommy stops and turns to face Tubbo, giving a reassuring squeeze.
"No, no, it's- you made it, whatever it is, I'm sure he's fine, and I'm sure he'd want me to go ahead," Tubbo says, looking up and smiling slightly.
"If you're sure. Because fucking Prime, this shit took so fucking long and I had to practically beg Foolish to help…" Tommy continues to talk to Tubbo, trying to distract him from his currently missing husband. Eventually, the moon high in the clouds, they get to the start of the path.
"There's no way you did this." Tubbo laughs.
"I didn't- Foolish did the path but I built the actual thing," Tommy says, letting go of Tubbo's arm, "I'll race you!" and off he sprints.
"NO FAIR YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!" Tubbo laughs from behind him.
"BYE-BYE BEE- boy-" Tommy skids to a stop, not long after rounding a corner of trees. He can see flames, high over the tree line, the light eating away and the surrounding stars, in the back of his mind he hears explosions- there aren't any explosions, Tommy, it's just a forest fire, there isn't any TNT, there isn't any TNT-
"Oh, is that… supposed to be on fire-" Tubbo stops next to him, Tubbo's hand on Tommy's forearm this time.
"No- no it-" Tommy straightens up, and he catches a glimpse of someone running away- a figure behind the trees, he blinks, and it's gone-
"Tommy?" Tubbo turns to look where Tommy was looking- where the figure was just moments before.
"N- nothing- Tubbo get- get behind me-" Tubbo's grip tightens on Tommy's arm as he pulls Drista's dagger out of his inventory, holding it in his other hand. Together, they creep up the path, until what's left of the bee house comes into view. It’s engulfed in flames, and all of Tommy’s hard work is being eaten away before his eyes. Tommy curses, puts the dagger away, and pulls out his water bucket.
"You've got-" Tommy motions at the bucket
"Yeah- and c'mere," Tubbo says, pulling on Tommy’s arm, throwing a fire res pot up. Tubbo lets go of Tommy’s arm as the shield washes over them, Tommy's skin feeling tingly. Together, they manage to put out the fire and put out a few trees that had caught before it spread anywhere else. They end in the dome, the roof all but gone, one of five beehives on the top floor remain.
"Oh, Tommy-" Tubbo begins to say, sadness heavy in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I spent fucking ages on it. Can't have shit- the gods must hate-" Tommy begins bitterly, collecting the last of the water, and putting it back in his hot bar. At least before his knees buckle under an unanticipated pile of weight. He hears Tubbo laughing from right behind him- he jumped on Tommy’s back, “Fuckin- Get off of me-” Tommy laughs, too. He doesn't mean anything by it, there's no malicious tone to anything he says to Tubbo- and Tubbo's one of the few people who actually understand that.
"I know exactly what this is-" Tubbo says, standing straight, a hand on his hip.
"What it was supposed to be." Tommy, out of habit, mirrors Tubbo. "See, why can't we have nice things? Fuckin, everyone else gets cool buildings and kingdoms and shit why the fuck can't we have a bee dome in the middle of the woods- what, why are you laughing" Tommy gestures vaguely at the rubble before raising a quizzical eyebrow at Tubbo's silent giggles.
"What it was supposed to bee," Tubbo says, cackling, and Tommy groans.
"Augh Tubbo, now is not the time-" Tommy rolls his eyes
"It was never meant to bee-" Tubbo laughs harder, clutching his stomach, leaning on Tommy for support. Tommy finds himself laughing a little bit,
"Ok, yeah, that was a good one- you wanna bee a hero, Tommy?" Tommy mimics Techno in a high-pitched voice- sending Tubbo into hysterics.
"We- We-hehehe- We would rather die than give into you and joi- join your SMBee-" Tubbo says between fits of laughter, making Tommy bark out a wheeze, "That was- was beeasier than I thought-"
"My unfinished symphobee-"
"TOMMY-"
"You can't control who lives who dies who-"
"-tells your storbee?"
"Yeah-hahaha! F- for Tommy to bee exiled-"
"That was so fucking stupid why'd I do that-" Tubbo shakes his head, his laughter subsiding.
"Because that's what you thought was best, you had no way of knowing what he was gonna- what he was gonna do to me-" Tommy says, the tone becoming solemnly serious.
"-If I had known I never would have done it, I would have told Dream to shove it up his ass, you know that right?" Tubbo says, reaching for Tommy's hand.
"Of course. We're best friends, I know you'd never do that to me." Tommy squeezes his hand. Tubbo lets out a breath, and he looks like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders. As much as he feels guilty admitting it, Tommy's glad Tubbo's been worrying about that. It means that he cares.
"Should he go in there and see what we can rebuild?" Tubbo says, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"If any, but- the bees!" Tommy breaks into a sprint, tugging Tubbo along with him with a yelp.
"Bees?" Tubbo easily gets his footing as they fly down the stairs, and all of Tommy's breath leaves in a sigh of relief. He can see three balls of yellow and black in a patch of flowers.
"Oh, thank prime," Tommy says.
"Oh, the flowers are L'manburg colors!" Tubbo reaches down to pick a poppy.
"Yeah… I tried to think of as many things as possible because I know how much L'manberg meant to you-" Tommy flails his arms out- Tubbo launching himself at Tommy- into a familiar hug, their laughter bouncing off the walls.
"It's fine, Tommy," Tubbo says, his voice bright- and Tommy becomes coldly aware of a memory- the last time Tubbo had roughly tangled him into a hug.
What am I without you?
Yourself?
"Tommy?" Tubbo's pulled back, a- at this point- very familiar concern on his face.
"I'm alright- just, bad memories. I'll be alright-" Tommy shakes his head, pulling Tubbo back into the hug.
"Are you sure? We can stop for a second- sit and talk?" Tubbo says softly from Tommy's shoulder.
"No- not on your birthday, I promise- I promise I'll be alright, this is nothing I haven't done- we haven't done before," Tommy says back, tucking his head into Tubbo's shoulder, trying to chase the pit in his stomach away.
"You sure?" Tommy can feel Tubbo's hand smooth down his hair. Tommy just hmms in response. "Do you think they- the bee's are asleep?"
"What do you mean?" Tommy looks up, he can't see the bees, but he doesn't want to leave the hug.
"The smoke, you think it put them to sleep?" Tubbo muses.
"Maybe," Tommy mutters. "Fuckin- I spent days on this." it was more of an inconvenience than anything at this point. "Do you wanna rebuild it?"
"Not right now, I'm tired, boss man." Tubbo sighs. Tommy realizes how tired he is, too, the familiar ache in his bones.
"Me too, Tubbzo, me too. Let's go home?" He says, making no move to back out of the hug. Tubbo just hums. And so they stand there, until they figure out they can shuffle together- at least to the stairs. Tommy laughs at the image this must make. Two boys, one half-cow, one half-dead, who would rather tear up the ground and trample flowers than break their hug. By the time they do eventually get to the stairs, they both are laughing. Tommy notices that he laughs a lot more whenever he's with Tubbo. He also notices he gets tired a lot quicker. Puffy would say something about Tommy feeling safe around Tubbo, enough so that he shows emotion and lets his guard down, but Tommy knows that. He yawns, he is actually really tired. Tubbo yawns too, and they help each other up the stairs and out of what's left of glass and wood. About halfway down the path, Tommy stops and looks over his shoulder, at the space between trees, where he saw-
"Whacha lookin at, big man?" Tubbo asks from beside him.
"Nothing- I thought I saw someone running away from the fire when we first got here- I think maybe they were the one that did it, but I didn't catch their face." Tommy says, half lying. It was true, he didn't catch their face, but he'd know those two glowing eyes anywhere. He knew who it was. No way he was gonna tell Tubbo about it.
Because he was almost sure it was Ranboo.
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birthday surprise | bakugo.k
pairing/s: domestic!pro-hero!bakugo katsuki x fem! reader
genre: fluff
warning/s: none
au: domestic au, pro-hero au
a/n: a repost from my main hehe i also edited this a bit. hope you all liked it!
🏷: @bnhabookclub
You smiled at your handy work, the cake you were baking looking so delicious. You took the small portions you sliced to make a bomb and tasted it. Your smile widened when you felt the caramel in the cake. The cake was a bomb with an explosive sign on the tip. You wrote a ‘Happy Birthday Kacchan’ with an orange icing in the middle of the cake, a two-layered cake with caramel inside. Smiling proudly at your work, you beamed and started cleaning the mess you made inside the kitchen. Once you finished cleaning the mess, you put the cake inside the freezer and started cooking the foods for Katsuki’s birthday.
You decided to surprise Katsuki on his birthday. The house was already decorated with orange and black, which matched his costume colors as a pro-hero. There were balloons everywhere and a big tarp with a Happy Birthday Katsuki Bakugo printed on it. There were also orange papel de hapon on the ceiling that connected each other in the middle with a black balloon hanging with a white string.
The hardest part of this surprise was to get Katsuki away from the house to set everything up. Thankfully, Katsuki has work today, and he would be home by 8, which was already enough for you to get ready. Mina and Uraraka helped you a while ago to decorate the living room but immediately decided to go home when everything was done to give you and Katsuki privacy.
When you finished cooking Katsuki’s favorites, you took a shower and wore denim shorts and a yellow hoodie so that you both could chill after eating the foods you prepared. You played a soft melody on the speakers and turned off the lights before sitting on the couch and surfed on twitter while waiting for Katsuki to come home. An hour and a half had passed when you heard the soft sound of the doorknob turning. When the door didn’t open, Katsuki shouted at you from behind the door.
“Oi, shitty woman. Open the door!” You giggled and hid beside the door while holding the party popper. Katsuki groaned when you didn’t answer him. There was a pause when your phone suddenly rang. You almost squeaked from shock. Thank god your phone was on the sofa or else he would have noticed that you’re just beside the door. Your phone keep ringing, but you just ignored it and giggled silently.
“Where is that shitty woman?” Katsuki hissed. When you heard the keys’ clanking, you readied yourself and put your fingers on the party popper. When the door opened, you held your breath and opened the party popper when Katsuki turned on the lights.
“Happy Birthday!” You shouted at him.
Katsuki looked shocked and took a step backward due to his instincts from being a pro-hero. When he realized that it was just you, his brows furrowed and relaxed a bit. You hugged him, which he answered immediately and kissed your forehead unconsciously due to him being used to it. Whenever he would come home from work, you would always leap on him and hug him while he would immediately kiss your forehead. You both had gotten used to it and eventually, it became a habit for both of you.
“What the hell, baby?”
You just laughed at Katsuki’s dumfounded face and kissed the tip of his nose. You smiled sweetly at him before tugging him to come inside. When he saw your living room, his mouth fell open from awe. You smiled softly at his reaction, satisfied that he liked your surprise. When he saw you smiling softly and staring at him, he faked a cough and looked away from you, a small tint of pink could be seen on his tanned-colored cheeks.
“Surprise? What the fuck am I, a five-year-old kid?” He scoffed even though you can see the hint of joy on his eyes. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead before walking away to the kitchen.
“I know you liked my surprise, Suki. Don’t deny it.” You took the cake out from the freezer and lighted the candle, causing it to flicker like a fireworks. You turned around and motioned the cake to him. Katsuki looked at you with an arched brow and eyed the cake.
“Seriously? A bomb?”
You just chuckled. “Make a wish, dumbass.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at you but still closed his eyes.
I wished to have more years to come with this woman in front of me and protect her. To live happily with her and build a family of our own.
Katsuki might deny it in front of you, but deep inside him, he liked your surprise and effort. He loved it.
When Katsuki opened his eyes, he saw your beautiful smile that always managed to make his day perfect. He kissed you thoroughly on the lips with passion and love. His kiss was not hot and ferocious, which he always gave you, nor was it quick and short, but rather a passionate and sweet kiss that made your knees melt. Katsuki immediately hold your waist to stop you from falling on your knees. When you were almost out of breath, Katsuki pulled away and stared lovingly at you, his eyes softened at the sight of you in front of him. So red. So flustered. And his. Alone. He gave you another peck on your lips and hugged you tightly.
“Thank you.” He said softly against your ears.
“Your welcome.” You smiled lovingly at him. You pushed him slightly and chuckled. “Now, go and shower so that we could eat the food I made and your cake.” He groaned and you kissed him on the lips.
“I prepared a bath for you. Freshen up now while I prepare the table. I’ll follow you after I finished. And oh, I already prepared your clothes. It’s in the bed. Wear it, okay?” You glared playfully at him.
“Fine.” He grumbled and walked towards the master’s bedroom. He saw a black and orange hoodie and a grey sweatpants fold neatly on the bed when he opened the door. Katsuki rolled his eyes again and let out a loud breath.
“What the fuck is wrong with black and orange today?”
He opened the bathroom door and started taking off his clothes. The bathtub was full of rose petals, and it smelled like lavender. He dived into it and relaxed when he felt the warm water. Katsuki looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom and stared at nothing. He smiled a little when he remembered your surprise earlier. He doesn’t want to admit it, but you totally surprised him. He panicked when you didn’t pick up your phone when he called earlier. He thought something happened to you. He might now show it, but he always feared that you’d be in danger. And that he’s too late to save you. He loves you and cares so much for you. Not because you’re his wife, but because you’re the woman who he loves and so dear to him other than the Old Lady. And he would do everything for you to be safe.
He turned his head towards the door when he heard it open and saw you enter the bathroom. You locked the door behind you and walked towards him with your sweetest smile.
“Hi.” You said softly and kissed his forehead, pulling a stool and sitting on it. Katsuki looked up at you. “Hey.” He replied to you. Even though he’s not smiling, his eyes are filled with joy and love; that’s only for you.
“How’s work?” You asked him while reaching for the shampoo beside him and started massaging his scalp to help him relax even more. Katsuki started ranting about his day, about how pathetic the criminals they caught decided to rob on broad daylight with only useless quirks as their weapon, about how annoying it is to see Deku’s face early in the morning. At the same time, you sat there beside him, listening and nodding at him while you massage his scalp and shoulders and helped him relax.
“What about you? What did you do the whole day?” He turned his head towards you. You shrugged at him.
“I just prepared for your birthday. Kirishima and the others helped me prepare too.” Katsuki hummed at you. When he finished washing up, you walked downstairs while putting on the hoodie you prepared for him. However, he didn’t wear the sweatpants. Instead, he only wore his black boxers and followed you downstairs. He saw you in the kitchen and eyed the foods in front of him. It was all his favorites. He smiled a little but quickly erased it on his face when he saw you grinning at him. He clicked his tongue and looked away before sitting down. You put some rice and food on his plate and yours before sitting down in front of Katsuki.
“Oi, come here, Shitty Woman.” Katsuki demanded grumpily while motioning the chair beside him.
“What if I don’t want to, Blasty?” You teased him and grinned. Of course, you want to sit down beside him. I mean, who wouldn’t want to sit down beside a man with a hot body and beautiful face? Not to mention that he got some flashy quirk to protect you with. Though he might not tell his feelings verbally, Katsuki sure is a loving person and the type of person to care for his loved ones secretly while scolding them. But he should say first that he want you beside him. You’re not an easy-to-get kind of woman anyway.
“Huh?! You sit beside me, or you want me to make you sit down here?!” He shouted. You laughed at him and pushed your plate beside him before getting up and sitting beside him.
“Geez, no need to shout, King Explosive Murder.” You chuckled. He only clicked his tongue and resumed eating his food.
You almost choked when you felt Katsuki reaching for your hands and intertwined both of your hands with each other. He was just eating his food casually when you looked at him, but he couldn’t hide the small blush on his cheeks.
“What?!” He narrowed his eyes on you. You just grinned at him.
“Nah, nothing.” You can’t help but grab and pinch his cheeks. “Your so cute, baby~.”
“What the fuck?!” He back his head away from your arms but didn’t swat your arm away.
“Tsk. Eat, woman.” You just rolled your eyes at him and continued eating.
“By the way, what do you want to do right now? You want to watch a movie?”
“Isn’t this your surprise? You should entertain me, brat.”
“Hey, I’m not a brat!” You stuck your tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes. “Childish.”
When you both finished eating dinner, you decided to watch a movie while eating the cake you made for him. You were both cuddled upon each other, sitting on Katsuki’s lap while his arms snaked around your waist and his chin on your shoulder blade. Occasionally, Katsuki would plant soft kisses on your neck, making you giggle and swat his face away. You both would sometimes comment about the movie before becoming silent again, focusing on the film. When the movie ended, you took your phone from the center table and played a soft melody. You stood up and took Katsuki’s hand, urging him to stand up too.
“What?” He asked you, brows furrowing. You just smiled at him and tug him again. When he stood up, you put his hands on your waist and placed your hands on his shoulders. You started swaying a bit with the music. Katsuki seemed confused at first, but when he realized what you wanna do, he chuckled.
“Are you happy today?” You asked him softly, fearing that he might not have enjoyed your surprise for him. He smirked at you and pinched your nose.
“Silly. Of course, I enjoyed it, Dumbass. So much.”
He smiled at you and continued slow dancing each other.
It’s the best birthday for me because I’m with you, Y/N.
“I love you.” He whispered into your ears.
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Mom’s Naughty Urge cont.
CHAPTER NINE
Jessica and Jon stood outside Bob's bedroom. They had finished their shower and dried each other in the bathroom. Jessica had mentioned the possibility that they might approach Bob and Rob that night and ask them to join their sexual activities. Jon had agreed immediately. He was so horny now that he would agree to anything, and he had told her so.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, darling?" she asked.
"Sure, Mom. Why not?" Jon asked, his cock throbbing in front of him.
Jessica opened the door of her boy's room and stepped in with Jon. The horny pair moved quietly to the side of Bob's bed and stood there for a second or two. Jessica bent down and drew her son's sheet off his body, exposing his naked body. She stared at his sleeping cock, longing to have it inside her again.
Jon flicked on the light and sat down on a chair while his mother worked her magic on his kid brother. She bent over him and blew a stream of warm moist breath over his cock and balls. She put one warm hand on his lower stomach and began fondling his balls with the other. She touched his resting cock with her lips, flicking out her practiced tongue and licking his cockhead.
It wasn't long before Bob's cock started to harden. The thing stood up straight from his body, filling with blood before his mother's eyes and thickening until it was at full erection. Jon thought it was funny that his mother could turn his brother on in his sleep. He couldn't help chuckling, and it was the sound of his laugher that stirred Bob from his sleep.
Jessica motioned for Jon to stand by the bed with her. He stood up and wrapped his arm around his mother, looking down at his brother as he opened his eyes. Bob stared up at the two as if he were seeing them in a dream. When he realized that his dream was reality, he jumped up and swung his legs out of the bed, sitting up and staring at his naked mother and his hard-cocked brother.
Jessica and Jon both laughed when Bob shook his shaggy head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was easy for the two to understand his amazement at waking up and finding them beside him. Jessica sat down on the bed with Jon and whispered in her son's ear.
"Sorry we had to wake you, Bob, darling, but we just had to see you. Will you forgive us?" she asked.
"Uh... sure, Mom," he choked, looking over at his big brother and staring at the hard dick that stuck up from his lap. "But... uh... how come Jon's hard like that?"
"That should be rather obvious, Bob," she smiled. "You see darling, I've decided that it really isn't fair of me to share the joys of fucking with only one of my sons."
"You mean you've been doin' stuff with Jon too?" Bob asked.
"She sure has man," Jon said. "I just got though fuckin' her."
"I might as well tell you that Rob has been sharing me too," she said.
"Rob?" Bob said.
"But he has a nice hard dick, Bob. And I've taught him how to use it."
"You mean we've all been fuckin' you?" Bob asked amazedly.
"You've been keeping me awfully busy, Bob," Jessica smiled, reaching down and touching her son's naked leg.
"This is somethin' else," Bob said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"This is somethin' else too," Jessica laughed, letting her hand fall between Bob's legs and rest on the towering length of masculine flesh that stood up from his lap.
"Wow, Mom! What are you gonna do?" Bob asked, clamping his legs together.
"I don't know, darling. I thought I might start by jerking you off until you're good and stiff. Then I thought I might bend down and suck your delicious cock for you. And then..."
"But, Mom, Jon's watchin'."
"Who gives a shit?" Jon said with a dirty grin. "What're you embarrassed about, brother?"
"Jon is right, darling. You really mustn't be embarrassed. Relax and let yourself go. We'll have wonderful fun together."
"I'm ready," Jon said, reaching down and stroking his rigid dick.
"Okay, Mom... if that's what you want. I guess it does sound like fun," Bob agreed.
"Wonderful! Now let's go and tell Rob about our plans."
"Rob? You kiddin'?" Bob gasped. "You mean we're all gonna do it together?"
"Of course, darling," the horny mother smiled, leading her two boys to the door. "We're one happy family aren't we?"
The boys had to admit that they were one happy family, and their mother was making them happier all the time. There seemed to be no end to the surprises their mother had in store for them. The boys watched her wiggle her pretty ass down the ball in front of them, her asscheeks rising and falling in perfect rhythm as she walked.
When they reached Rob's room Jon reached out and cupped his hand over the tufted mound of his mother's cunt from behind. He moved his fingers against the dewy lips of her cunt until she giggled with delight. Her girlish giggles provoked a boyish laugh from Bob, who reached out and scuffled with his brother in an effort to put his hands between her legs too. They were still scuffling when they burst into Rob's room.
He sat up in bed and stared at his mother and his two older brothers as they scuffled in the doorway. It was obvious that they were both after their mother's cunt. They were playfully pushing each other out of the way to get at her.
"Boys! Boys! Please! Now see what you've done! You've awakened Rob!" she said in mock seriousness, brushing Bob and Jon away and falling to her knees between Rob's legs.
"Gosh, Mom. What's happenin'?" he rasped.
"That depends on you three boys," Jessica sang. "You boys could make something wonderful happen here tonight."
"We're gonna make somethin' happen all right," Jon said excitedly, stepping up behind his mother and laying his long hard-on across her shoulder.
"We're all gonna make it with Mom tonight," Bob said, sitting on the bed with Rob.
"You shittin?" Rob asked hoarsely.
"No shit, man!" Jon said, rubbing his dick against his mother's shoulder.
"Why don't I just start the festivities by sucking your delicious cock, Rob darling," Jessica smiled, bending down and engulfing her son's prick with her eager mouth.
Jessica took Rob's hard-on all the way down her throat, running her tongue up and down the silken shaft of his organ. She pressed the head of his swollen cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and bobbed her head up and down on it, making his nuts ache more and more by the second. She reached out with the eagerness of a bitch in heat and grabbed Bob's dick at the same time, squeezing it tightly and stroking it in he silken fist.
Bob moved closer to his brother. When his cock was as hard as a baseball bat she pulled her head off Rob's rod and went down on her, sucking him wildly until she thought he was ready to shoot a wad down her throat. When Bob began grunting she pulled away from his aching tool and poised her lovely face over Rob's dick again.
"How about me, Mom?" Jon asked, his swollen rod rubbing hot and hard against her silken shoulder.
"I have plans for you, Jon," she said in a smoldering voice. "Is your cock big and hard?"
"Shit yeah, Mom. Just look at it," he said, moving his rod close to her lovely face.
"Ummmmmm," Jessica said, turning and staring at the swollen knob of his dickhead, flicking out her tongue and catching a droplet of pre-cum on the tip of it. "Why don't you fuck me right in the cunt while I suck Bob and Rob?"
"How am I supposed to do that?" Jon asked.
"She wants you to fuck her from behind, stupid," Rob said.
"That's right, Jon. I want you to stick that cock right up my cunt and screw the piss out of me. Rob and Bob have already done that for me, darling. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too. And boys, you mustn't make fun of your older brother because he hasn't had as much experience in fucking as you have. After all boys, I only started teaching him tonight."
Jon flushed with embarrassment, but managed a half smile.
"I'll just bend over like this," Jessica said, spreading her long lithe legs and bending over until her lips were only an inch or two away from Bob's dripping cock. "You just sink that big hard cock of yours right up my little cunt," she said, her pussy flowing with warm honey.
Jessica waited until her oldest son stepped up behind her and pushed his cockhead up against her hot cunt. Then she reached between her legs and guided her boy's hard tool between her cuntlips. She gasped when he bucked his ass and drove the jerking thing into her.
"Oh God! Yessssss! It's so big and thick!" she cried as she felt his swollen cock stretching her tight pussy. "Fuck me! I need it inside me! I need it throbbing in my cunt! Oh Jon it feels so wonderful!"
"Suck my dick, Mom," Rob said.
"I'm first Rob," Bob insisted, his rock-hard cock throbbing.
"Shit, man! I'm older than you!" Bob growled.
"Na, boys. You mustn't fight over me. Perhaps we can arrive at an arrangement that will satisfy both of you darlings. Now who shall I suck first? They're both delicious. Bob's is big and thick and Rob's is just dripping with love-juice. I can't make up my mind. I think I'll just have to suck both of them at once," she said lasciviously.
"Both of us at once?" Bob said amazedly.
"Of course, boys. That way I won't cause any friction, only the friction of your cocks rubbing together in my mouth. Now stand up, darling. That's right. Face each other. Perfect. Now rub your cockheads together. Doesn't that feel good, boys?" she said lasciviously, her cunt dripping with honey as her moved his rod slowly and gently inside her cunt from behind.
Bob and Rob moved their slippery dicks together for a while as she watched. They had to admit that it felt pretty good. There seemed to be no end to the wild things she could teach them. Jessica enjoyed watching them, but she was too horny to resist temptation for another second. She reached out and grasped their two rock-hard pricks, pulling them together and stroking them up and down. Their cocks were so thick when she pulled them together that she had to use both hands to encircle their tools. Her fingers slid up and down easily on their slippery dicks. The boys had never been hornier in their lives.
Jessica flicked out her tongue and tasted the heads of their cocks. She moved her fingers so as to make their dicks rub, together while she jerked them up and down. She never topped jerking them off while she licked their purplish swollen dick heads. Eager for the taste of hot cock, Jessica finally opened her mouth as widely as she could and tried to take the two boys' swollen cocks into her sweet face.
"Wow, Mom! Your lips sure feel good," Rob said.
"Yeah. If you didn't do stuff like this for us we'd still be beatin' off every night. You're the greatest!" Bob said.
"Your cunt sure does feel great," Jon rasped, grinding his dick in a circular motion inside her cunt.
Rob and Bob began flexing the muscles of their asses, driving their rods deeper and deeper into their mother's sucking face. They felt their cock-shafts rubbing against her pearly teeth, making them shiver with pure pleasure. Her throat sucked at their pricks, making their balls swell with hot cum. Jessica didn't know how she could possibly take both of her sons' cocks all the way down her throat, but she was trying valiantly. She was on the brink of choking already, and their cocks were still far from the back of her throat. She felt her cunt blazing, and that fire in her twat made her try even harder to swallow their cocks all the way.
"Suck 'em, Mother! Suck them dicks! Suck 'em hard! Oh yeah! It feels great!" Bob rasped, beginning to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Yeah, Mom! Take 'em all the way down your throat! Make us come! We gotta come in your mouth, Mom!" Rob growled.
Jon pistoned his mother's cunt harder and harder by the second. His nuts slapped against his mother's steaming pussy as he fucked her. He could hear the wet slurping sounds that his dick made as it punched in and out of her seething pussy. Jessica was alive with sensation from head to foot. The friction of Jon's cock against her hot little clit was causing a raging fire in her belly. She gobbled Rob and Bob greedily, licking their cock-shafts, sucking them, nibbling their dick heads. Her tits shook when her banged his body against her.
Jessica reached between her legs and grabbed Jon's heavy swinging nuts. She squeezed his swollen cum-filled balls tightly, tugging at them as he rammed his distended dick in and out of her sucking sheath. Her pussy juice was being worked into a heady froth by the shaft of her son's cock as it banged in and out of her. She had never felt so well fucked, so full of hot throbbing cock. She had been surrounded by throbbing dicks and urgent horny males once before, in the woods on the day of her rape by the bikers long ago. But this was different. Her boys were not trying to hurt her.
They were only trying to make her feel good, and they were definitely succeeding. She was thoroughly enjoying their power.
It was so exciting!
"God, Mom! I'm gonna shoot it!" Jon grunted, thrusting his rod deep into her sucking cunt. "I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' wad right up your cunt, Mom!"
Jessica suddenly felt Jon's cum shooting inside her. She knew that Rob and Bob were about to fill her face with hot cum too. She wanted to swallow their jizz, but she needed them hard, needed their dicks in their present excited state. In order to save their cum and the stiffness of their dicks she suddenly stopped sucking them.
"Gosh, Mom. Aren't you gonna suck us off and make us come?" Rob asked, his nuts aching.
"I want to keep you hard, darlings. I want you boys to fuck me now."
"Oh shit, Mom! This is wild! I'm still shootin'! I can't stop! Your cunt's sucking it out of me!" Jon rasped, his balls pumping spurt after hot spurt of cum into her.
"Oh Jon! I love it, darling! You make me so hot! I love your dick jerking inside me. Do it, darling! Keep shooting your cum up my cunt! Don't ever stop! Fill me with it! I want to feel it dripping down my legs! Drown me in it!" she cried, abandoning herself to her depraved desires.
Jon pumped her pussy full of cream until he was actually too weak to stand up. By the time he had finished fucking her his legs were shaking. He had to pull his cock out and fall into bed with her two horny brothers.
"That was somethin' else! Wow! And you lucky fuckers have been doin' this stuff all this time? You should've told me. I've been beatin' off all this time for nothin'," Jon said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling. And our fun is only beginning," Jessica smiled wickedly, bending over Jon's dribbling dick and licking the head of it.
While she was bent over Jon's rod, Rob kneeled behind her and began licking her open cunt, tasting her free-flowing feminine juices and his own brother's cum. His tongue raced over her flesh, driving her wild. She was ready for another cock in her cunt. She decided that it might be fun to have one up her ass too.
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farawyn and borodred for the ship ask game thing?
thank you so much!! :)
okay i’ll start with borodred because for some unfathomable reason i actually got there first —
1. What made you ship it?
One of my favourite Types of ships is the Elder Statesmen Of War-type set-ups, where it’s less about people brought together through theatrical romantic gestures and more about the steadiness of people who are going through similar (immensely difficult) circumstances, who know that in their hearts they’re always going to put their duty to that cause first, but still seek out human comfort in other people who will understand what their priorities are and why.
I think there’s also a lot of similarities about the kind of helplessness they both face despite having this tremendous innate strength. Both of them still have to deal with family dynamics that are complex (made more complex by the war) and that can’t be fixed just by their own sheer will power; both of them die these utterly unnecessary deaths (not that death makes a ship but I think in this instance it actually points to the constant tragedy these guys face); and both of them are meant to be the principal figures of their families and people and are ultimately sidelined by the cruel mechanisations of war and the forward march of history or whatever wanky term there is for it — my apologies to ep thompson's ghost, dont haunt me bro.
Plus there’s obviously the interesting thread raised when Faramir starts bitching about Gondor and likens Gondor (and by very explicit extension, Boromir) to Rohan. That always made me go ‘Hmmmmmm, wonder what else Boromir liked about Rohan,’ lmao.
Anyways for me the ship is the equivalent of Star Wars’ Kanan and Hera or (my OTP to end all others) Luke and Wedge, just people getting by on love and duty and without big ol fancy romance.
2. What are your favorite things about the ship?
The fanon, I think, really makes it, as with so many other LOTR ships. battlefield manners, by themightypen is essentially the definitive take for me on them — these two guys who are just so fucking exhausted, man, but still overcome by defensive love for their families, even if their (foster-)siblings are naïve fools. That I just love, love, love. Plus I think they’re unique for their ability to pretty comfortable explore the relationship between Gondor & Rohan in advance of the Ring War without having to stray too far into AU, which I always appreciate.
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Not really, tbh, except in that I don’t think Boromir is necessarily as laddy as people like to portray him. I’m happy to play into it in, say, my modern AUs because I think that’s a fun and sweet niche for him, but I am a bit 🤪 about Boromir as this kind of reckless, drunken playboy (not least because I think that’s a much funnier niche for Faramir to fill, at least when he’s younger). Chapter Four of Swaddledog’s Hearts and Minds gets my preferred Boromir characterisation absolutely spot on, I think.
And now, sigh, the ultimate OTP, Farawyn —
1. What made you ship it?
For starters, I think I am obsessed with Éowyn in a way I’ve never quite been obsessed with any other fictional character. I came to reading LOTR at this moment in my life where I was intensely frustrated about everything — trapped inside permanently (helplessly!) because of the pandemic, just starting a new political organisation that I truly believed in but that was still making me feel like shit, facing down an untenable about of work, and, fundamentally, really, really hating being a woman and what that means. And along comes Éowyn, who is bitter, who is cold, who is ANGRY, and who doesn’t perform joy or softness or gentleness just because people expect her to. She’s this seminal Woman Of War in so many ways, I think the kind of person a lot of us wish we could be. She’s got her emotional taps cut off at the source, she holds her head high and faces down unimaginable personal and political terrors, and at the end of it all still has this abiding love for her family that, I would argue, is almost unparalleled by anyone else in the book.
After all that, she gets this incredible moment of emotional catharsis (or what we expect to be emotional catharsis): “no living man am I!” She undertakes THE greatest martial act of the Ring War, and in that moment there’s this unbelievably sophisticated dialogue happening about gender (“Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also”), and leadership (Merry finding his courage not because of the immediate scenario of the Witch-king, but because he’s spurred into it by Éowyn’s presence), and love and care.
And then we learn that no, actually, this glorious act of violence wasn’t the emotional catharsis we thought it would be. She gets to ride to war, she gets to throw herself headlong at death, and in the end that hopeless act of individualism isn’t really what does it for her. She’s still left desolate and despairing, and actually all of her problems haven’t gone away.
And then we need to rewind a bit, because along comes Faramir, who is gentle, and is kind, and does seem to believe in joy, but not because people expect it — actually it's made abundantly clear nobody expects it — but because it’s something quite innate to how he figures the world. And he’s a huge fucking nerd too. I have a lot of thoughts on Faramir’s flaws and why I find them endearing, which I won’t put here, but almost immediately you get this sense of a guy who’s quite melodramatic, good humoured, and very much not made to live in a time of war.
But he’s also clear-headed about war and what it requires (tactically, if not strategically, though that’s a post for another day), but who is kind of cynical and weary of it in his own unique way. And it’s a unique cynicism given his personal circumstances because he’s the second son of The great family of Gondor, he’s apparently — though with some big ol’ question marks hanging about the extent — very able to command some of the elite units in the realm, and what’s more than that, he’s got all these fantastical powers (the light mind reading to start, to say nothing of this apparently magical ability to command animals too. bruh.). By all accounts he should be this brazen hot mess, but he’s not. He’s desperate to claw his way out of this war-torn cage of expectation his people have for how a man should comport himself in time of war. Is it a little naïve? Sure. A little fussy? Absolutely. But does it point to that same desperation that Éowyn has? Yes! But also the practicality, like, neither of them are really enjoying the circumstances they live under, but good fucking god are they both able to Make It Work.
So finally we get to the Houses of Healing and what is the finest and most aggressively romantic writing of LOTR. Seriously, it’s so fucking much. It’s breathtaking. It reminds me quite viscerally of this fabulous quote from Les Mis:
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.
At some point I will devote more time to talking about the two reasons line, and the blissful Queen of Gondor speech, but I think to me that big, important line is: “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
It’s not about Éowyn changing herself entirely (though, I think, it really does bear mentioning that she does change, and that’s every bit as important to understanding that scene as it is romantic), it’s about Éowyn coming to terms with how to live with herself as herself, and how to live in communion with someone else. She can’t just cut people out anymore, and she can’t just treat them as objects of infatuation as she did with Aragorn, she has to reckon with people as they are. And that’s sort of the moment where I knew I was about to plunge fully off the deep end with these two and never know a moments’ peace again, lmao.
2. What are your favorite things about the ship?
Someone on here once called Farawyn a love letter to women and, by god, yes, exactly that. I love the capacity for emotional intimacy, that is beautiful in ways I can’t express. To me, though, my favourite thing is the promise of life they speak of. Not as in oh they shag loads and have babies (though not opposed to that, obviously), but in the sense that unlike Aragorn and Arwen, who are always going to be buried under/burdened with the crushing weight of history and tradition, Éowyn and Faramir are going out yonder those hills and they’re going to do some real cottagecore farming shit. Obviously with all the trappings of rank and nobility and whatnot, but they, unique to anybody else in the books, get to sow this new idea of what life should be. They are, outside of Aragorn, the single most powerful people in Gondor. Éowyn’s got the ear of a king, a steward (which is essentially a prime-ministerial deal here), and functionally her own prince (if the hobbits are to be believed when they refer to it as essentially hers). I suspect that, in life, there were remarkably few arguments she wasn’t winning, and that Ithilien probably trended towards the jumped up noble hippie camp Tolkien so desperately wanted Oxford to be (or, in other words — Cambridge, lol).
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Yeah, man, everybody stop treating Faramir like he’s a big fucking crybaby and Éowyn like she’s some kind of shrieking 2010-era tumblr girl.
One of the single most important lines defining Faramir’s character is when Denethor roasts his ass for always trying to appear noble and lordly, if you ignore every other piece of textual evidence we have about him, what part of that line makes you think Faramir’s some simpering daisy? And why would you want to link tremendous emotional intelligence and care with being too limp-wristed to function, lol??? Like I struggle loads with writing Faramir, because I have never once in my life tried to be noble or self-restrained, so find it hard to get into that mindset, but better, I think, to imagine him too closed off than to do this wilting flower song and dance lmao.
And stop making Éowyn out to be this over-emotional angst machine. She’s got problems, yes, and she’s sure as shit got a lot of angst, but at almost every point in the book where we’re overtly dealing with her emotions, she’s sublimating them into something else. One of the most serious times we see her cry is when she’s fighting with Aragorn about riding out, and after that moment she literally tries to kill herself. Those tears aren’t standard, man, that’s a real watershed (lol) moment for her. You have to read around what the text is saying to get a better feel why everybody’s constantly calling her cold and distant.
#god this is probably obnoxiously long because i can't do cuts on my phone#but refuse to open the tumblr website on my laptop lmao#faramir#éowyn#boromir#théodred#farawyn#borodred#god sorry for these fucking tags man im just trying to make my blog slightly more organised#i just have a lot of thoughts#i should really write more metas it would probably help my writing out quite a bit#asks#meta
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Making of Mein Land liveblog
I swear I meant to do this when I desperately needed serotonin, but I was too lazy to open my laptop and go on YouTube
Anyway, thank you to @sine-luce-angor-minus for sending me the recommendations in my time of need! This is one of my favorite music videos and one of my favorite making-ofs, which will hopefully translate in the disorganized mess sure to come
✨on with the show✨
Mm, love me some Reise, Reise
Can this girl teach me how to dance because lord knows I cannot
I love how Rammstein “always wanted to do a beach video.” Like, I would just like to have been a fly on the wall for that collective decision
Fuck, Till looks so good in this video. The bod. The hair. I will not hear any disagreements.
And when he smiles and waves in the little surfboard intro 🥺
Schneider is so horny in this making-of, it cracks me up
The dorky dance moves omg I love these boys so much
The Oli scene. What can I say? Schneider doing the twist, Till heckling him, Paul head banging, Reesh trying to retain his dignity. The only time I ever want to use the phrase, “boys being boys”
Goddamn, Till’s arms...
Mayhaps this is super American of me, but I love Hawaiian shirts lol and they boys looks so cute in them
I love how Flake was straight up not having a good time, and the fact that he does his interviews in the “night portion” costume cracks me up even more
The girls teasing the boys for their dorkiness—just saying what we’re all thinking
Flake is so cute coming out of the van. And he’s the only one who remotely looks like he belongs in a ‘50s beach movie lol
I also LOVE how diverse the cast of girls in this music video is
Schneider’s little giggle 🥲
The Pallid Berliner—I hope his sunstroke wasn’t too bad
God, Paul must have been in heaven that day
Fuck, Lifeguard Till is just... Sorry, I think I’m drowning, pls help, mouth-to-mouth is definitely needed
I love when Oli talks in the making-ofs. Does he talk the most in this one as opposed to the other videos? I feel like he does
As an American, I feel like I need to apologize for David Hasselhoff???
I dunno why, but I love the girl with the raspy voice who talks about their style (the one who brings up Pussy later)
Till’s awkward dance moves—MARRY ME SIR.
Also, he looks SO GOOD in a collared shirt, and this video highlights it
I love how this video was filmed in such a time-crunch. Like, it’s so well-produced, you’d never know
O trusted oracle, please tell me what Till is giving this man all dressed in black right before he readjusts his bathing suit
What a great hairstyle this was on my boyfriend, Till
And yes, these bathing suits are so ugly, but they Work
Hearing him say, “goofy,” never fails to make me smile, especially with his bathrobe and Glasgow smile paint on
I will never get over how much I love that EVERYONE was having the time of their lives while making this video...except for Flake
The boys in plaid... Why do I think this looks so fucking good on them??? Is the problem me? (Probably)
Rammstein brings the best out of everybody. Confirmed.
When they’re pushing each other 🥲 And Till looks so happy 😭
How did I JUST NOW, after having seen this upwards of five times, notice that Schneider is the one who gets taken out with the surfboard lmao
I want to be hugged like this some day, preferably by Richard
I’ve never actually seen the Pussy video lol I worry that I would get too jealous
“Rammsteen”—making all of us Americans look bad (not that it’s a hard thing to do)
“I’ve never done anything like that ... smiling all the time. It’s not my thing!” Oh, Till, how you break my heart
But then he chuckles and I’m filled with joy
Richard and Schneider clapping before they all run off to join the dancers—another thing I can’t believe I’ve never noticed. God, I love these boys
“I like him. He is fun to be with, a nice guy and Swedish.” That’s it, friends, that’s the bar
I wish there had been a storyline in the Ich tu dir weh music video. It was still cool, but I like when there’s a narrative to follow better
I don’t wear make-up, like, ever... But I want to know what lipstick Flake is wearing
The way Schneider’s hair flows in the wind
Who tf do I have to beat up for harassing Till on the beach?
God, his profile is GORGEOUS. It’s so unfair. I look so much worse from the side
Still drowning over here, Lifeguard Till, please come save
Is that Till laughing like that? My God, music to my ears
Does Oli talk more than PAUL does in this?? (Paul’s name wasn’t meant to be all-caps, but my phone autocorrected it and it seems fitting, so I’m not changing it)
Saucy Fruit. My old college nickname.
Seriously, though, what a great point about tone
Oli’s plague doctor get-up
I can’t stop thinking about the point I believe @theelliottsmiths made about one member of the band needing to look bad so the others can shine, and Reesh definitely bit the bullet this shoot. Some sacrifices need to be made
I love the way Schneider waxes poetic in the making-ofs. When I was first getting into Rammstein and trying to figure out who was who and stuff, I always thought of him as “the reasonable one” lmao
Now I know better. There is no reasonable one
I never would have thought of “best-of album=break-up” and I’m glad it’s not true, especially in the boys’ case
God, when still looks at the camera head-on... I feel like he’s the type of guy who makes you feel like the only two people in the world when he talks to you. Such a nice feeling 🥲
This video gives me flashbacks to a group project I worked on in college about the Male Gaze
Ah, talks of touring. Hopefully the world won’t end soon and I can go see these guys sometime
Can you imagine seeing Rammstein and System of a Down at the same concert? I would die. Even though Till has taken over the spot in my heart once held by Serj Tankian. Still...a cold shower would be needed
The success story of these boys makes me so happy 🥲 So proud
#rammstein#till lindemann#paul landers#christoph schneider#flake lorenz#oliver riedel#richard kruspe#mein land#mein land making of#liveblog#I hope this isn’t garbage
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