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highdefhoetry · 6 months

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double teamed.

cw: nsfw!! mmf threesome, jealousy/competitiveness, blowjob & swallowing, fingering, squirting, licking/tasting cum, praise, penetration (penis-in-vagina), big dicks, female reader. this is meant to be softer/fluffier with a friendly rivalry.

plot: your best friends gojo and geto have always been jokesters. but one day, one of their jokes goes a little too far.

“Hey, (Y/N). Which one of us is cuter? Me, or Suguru?”

Satoru asks you this seemingly innocent question while the three of you are at your place hanging out. You all had decided to curl up on your long sofa and spend the day watching stupid cartoons and music videos, but Satoru had gotten bored and decided he was going to stir the pot. As usual. Suguru, who’s sitting to your right, looks at you expectantly with a small half-smile, as if he already knows your answer.

You snicker quietly. “Neither. Both of you are butt ugly.”

Suguru slaps a hand on the back of your neck and squeezes tightly. You squirm in his grasp, giggling as you try to push him off.

“Brat.”

“I was just kidding!!”

Gojo, to your left, turns towards you and takes off his sunglasses, then sets them on the coffee table. He gazes at you with his big, beautiful blue eyes, smirking ever so slightly.

“Come on. We all know you’re hopelessly in love with me.”

You laugh again. “Yeah, right. Keep dreaming.”

“Yeah, ‘Toru,” Suguru drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulls you into his chest. “You’re not her type.”

“And you are?”

Suguru grins. “I sure am.”

“Ha-ha.”

You feel your face flush as the two playfully fight over you. It was a common occurrence, one of the bits you liked to do together. It was part of your weird friendship with the two strongest sorcerers in Japan. It was all in good fun, and you liked the attention.

Something felt different this time, though. Suguru was holding you a little too tightly, Satoru was inching up a little too close.

“Which one of us do you think would be a better kisser?” Your white-haired friend asks you, licking his lips.

“Um…” the next question catches you off guard. Your eyes dart up at Suguru, who smirks back at you, then to Satoru, who is waiting patiently for your answer. The question he’d asked earlier was mostly made in jest, but this time the sorcerer sounds serious. Your heart flutters, and you start to feel more and more nervous.

“...I dunno, jeez. Why are you asking that all of sudden?”

“‘Cause I wanna know.”

Satoru is so close now that you feel sandwiched between the two giants. Suguru, still with his arm wrapped around you. And Satoru, who just placed his hand on your thigh and is now caressing iit softly. Your skin quivers from the feather-light sensation.

“I wanna know, too,” Suguru pipes in, strokes your hair and neck with his fingers. You shudder and let out a small gasp.

What the hell was going on?

“I… think both of you would be good kissers.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Satoru scolds. “Only one of us can be the best. You have to choose.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know? I’ve never kissed either of you.”

“Hmm…” Suguru puts a hand on his chin, strokes his thumb across it while pretending to be deep in thought. “She’s right. How could she possibly know if neither of us have kissed her?”

“Good point, my friend,” Satoru grins mischievously. “ I s’pose there’s only one way to remedy that.”

As the two of them stare you down, you feel your heart pound madly against your chest.

A split second passes, and Satoru suddenly cups both of your cheeks, pulls your face forward, and presses his lips against yours. You let out a startled “Mmph!” and melt into the kiss. His lips are soft like silk, and you can hear him quietly moan when his tongue seeks out yours. You feel his hands trail down your neck and shiver at the touch.

It’s over too soon. When Satoru pulls away and flashes that accomplished smile of his, Suguru is overcome with a fit of jealousy. He gently yet firmly takes your chin and pulls your face towards him, then plants a delicate kiss on your lips. His lips aren’t as soft, but his kiss feels deeper. The two of you get lost in each other, your hand goes to the back of his neck and pulls him closer.

You look back over at Satoru and see that his cocky expression has faded to one of envy. Suguru places his hands on your thighs, rubs his smooth palms over them a bit more desperately.

“Well?” Satoru scoffs.

Your face is on fire, and your body feels weak. With them both touching and exploring your sensitive skin, you find yourself feeling more and more overwhelmed as things continue. Their big hands are skilled in touch; one of Satoru’s hands cups your breast, covering it completely as he fondles and gropes you. Suguru grips your thigh with one hand and has the other on your opposite hip, squeezing both gently until you make high-pitched noises.

“...I can’t choose,” you answer honestly, despite the sudden shyness that has overcome you. “You’re both amazing.”

“Hmm…” says Satoru.

“Hmmm…” says Suguru.

“Did you hear that, Suguru? She says she can’t choose.”

“I guess that means she’ll have to take us both.”

Before you can say anything else, they suddenly push you backwards, pinning you down as they each straddle one side of your hips. They hold down your wrists and use their free hands to feel you up, starting from your upper thighs. You can’t move a muscle as they trail their fingertips up your body, sneaking under the hem of your shirt to reach bare skin. Your breaths become light and airy, caught between moans and light giggles.

“You like this, baby?” Suguru comments as he tweaks your nipple, grinning when you arch your back.

“Look how wet she is already,” Satoru slides his down between your legs, feels your soaked panties through your cotton shorts. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… aaaahhhh!”

Your mind has gone fuzzy. You can barely get out words, let alone complete sentences. Having both of your best friends gang up on you like this, taking turns touching all over your body, is overwhelming to say the least. But that doesn’t mean its unwelcome.

Satoru pulls down your panties, massages the hood of your clit for a few seconds while he slides his fingers into your hole. One at first, then two, steadily pumping in and out in a rhythmic flow as his thumb circles the hood once more. His smile is feral and deranged as he watches your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Suguru lets go of your wrist and focuses on your breasts, leaning down to lick your nipples while occasionally peppering kisses all over your chest. He strokes the spot under your boobs and lets out a chuckle when you squeal, proud of himself for finding yet another errogenous zone. The two sensations together bring you to the edge quickly, and Satoru pushes you over with a single curl of his index finger. You cry out, filled with pure ecstasy, and come hard on his hands until your legs are shaking. The sorcerer licks his fingers as he admires the view of your disheveled hair and your sweat-plastered face.

“God, you taste good…”

Tired of waiting for his turn, Suguru takes the lead. After yanking his pants and boxers down, he takes his erection in hand and rubs it slowly. It’s massive, at least 9 or 10 inches, and it’s perfectly thick. He lifts up your hips and carefully presses the tip against your hole. It’s barely in, but you still let out a yelp. He slides it inside you, stretching you out, coaxing out your loud moans and sounds of pleasure. Then, he starts pumping, slowly at first so as not to hurt you, speeding up once he senses you’re slick enough to take it.

Satoru, embittered that he’d missed his chance to penetrate you, decides to get his another way. He, too, yanks off his pants and underwear, tossing them aside with little care. His dick is just as beautiful as Suguru’s: it’s long, thick, and slightly curved, although pale from lack of sun. You can’t tell from where you’re laying, but it looks to be as big as Suguru’s, if not slightly larger. He kneels at your head, holds his member in hand and waits for your lips to take it. You part them slightly and dance your tongue around his shaft, doing your best to suck him while Suguru fucks you deeply. You feel yourself start to choke, but he senses that, pulling out a bit so you can breathe. Then, when you’re ready again, your grab his cock and wrap your lips around it once more.

The two men groan in perfect harmony, moaning in unison in gravelly baritones and heavenly falsettos. Satoru sounds like an angel; the lovely noises falling from his lips almost match the beauty of his face. Suguru grunts in pleasure, mumbling praise and affection into your ear as he thrusts inside you.

“Hngh… fuck, you feel amazing…”

“Oh God, Toru… S-Suguru… aaaah!”

“(Y/N)... I’m gonna come…”

Suguru finishes first, letting loose a giant load that fills you with warmth. You feel his dick twitch and throb inside your walls, and clench them purposely to hear him moan once more. Satoru takes a bit longer to finish, warning you when he’s about to blow. You take his load and swallow it whole, relishing the sweet taste of his cum. Exhausted, both men collapse at either side of you, panting heavily as they enjoy the last few fleeting waves of their orgasms.

“I think… it’s safe to say…” Satoru manages to spit out as he curls a leg around yours. “(Y/N) definitely likes me more.”

“No… way…” Suguru argues back weakly, then wraps an arm around your waist. “She’s totally into me.”

“Oh yeah? Well, she swallowed my load.”

“So what? She let me bust inside her.”

Their bickering starts anew, and all you can do is sigh. You try to hide your growing smile as they snuggle up closer, as if claiming parts of you for themselves. Some things will be different after today, but one will remain the same.

You were madly, madly in love with them both. And you always would be.

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grandline-fics · 7 months

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Shifting Focus

DESCRIPTION: The moment they began to see you as more than just a crew-mate

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Sanji, Law | Shanks,Kid, Smoker

WORD COUNT: 1,125

MASTERLIST

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SANJI

Another battle done, another town unexpectedly saved and the Strawhats were front in centre of a celebration banquet thrown by the thankful civilians. Never one to turn down the chance to enjoy themselves with a good party everyone in the crew savoured every moment of it before they’d have to set sail again. Chopper, Luffy, Franky, and Usopp were laughing and joking around as usual. Zoro had found a relatively quiet place to drink while still enjoying the atmosphere. Brook stood with the musicians, already he’d picked up on their songs and was able to join them perfectly. As always Sanji’s first priority was the food, looking over everything appreciatively and talking to the cooks to learn any new flavour combinations or techniques.

The sound of cheering pulled him from his careful examination of how the meat was prepared. Across the town square he watched as you, Nami, and Robin were being taught the dance moves of a local dance. You were getting the hang of it but when you were meant to kick your leg out, you twirled which knocked you into Nami. Together the two of you were knocked towards the ground only to be stopped by Robin’s summoned limbs. The three of you laughed along with the other dancers. Sanji couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, that was you all over.

Even when you stumbled you still found a way to find a positive about it all. After getting untangled from your crew-mate you wandered over to the food table and grinned happily at Sanji. “Were you blown away by my amazing dance skills?” you asked playfully, eyes trained solely on his face.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Sanji admitted with a flirtatious grin, returning your intent stare with equal attention for emphasis. He took in the way your eyes sparkled under the soft light of the lanterns hung above your head, the way your lips spread out into the brightest smile that was too infectious to fight. All around him he could hear the laughter and sound of other women and only now did he realise that you were the only person he wanted to pay attention to. Suddenly the sound of the music changed into something fast and you gasped excitedly, reaching for Sanji’s hand. “Wh-”

“C’mon Black Leg, dance with me!” you urged, tugging him towards the centre of the square. Slowly you looked over your shoulder to fix him with a challenging look. “Or do you think you can’t keep up with me?” Sanji stared at you and prayed he wasn’t misreading the hopeful glint in your eyes. Could it be your words held more weight beyond the light-hearted flirting he’d been used to?

Not wanting to let the chance go, he tightened his grip on your hand and twirled you effortlessly while walking with you to the dance floor. “Oh I’m with you every step of the way.”

LAW

Law was exhausted and yet even with being a doctor, he chose to push himself further instead of actually taking the free time they were between islands to rest. He sat hunched over his desk, gaze pouring over multiple medical textbooks and charts of the islands they could end up at. Absently he heard the sound of footsteps in the hall but kept his tired eyes focused on the pages in front of him. “Captain? You haven’t gone to bed yet?” A low sigh came from his lips before he looked to Bepo. His deadpan expression telling the bear that obviously he hadn’t. He knew the crew was concerned for this awful sleeping habits but this was something that needed to be done.

“I’ll go soon.” He told the navigator and dropped his head back down, nothing more needed to be said. At least that was what Law thought. Two hours ago he’d promised Sachi he’d ‘go to bed soon’ and Penguin was promised the same an hour before that. It was getting out of hand so Bepo walked through the corridors of the Polar Tang in determination. Twenty minutes later the door to Law’s study opened and he snapped his head up. “Bepo I said-!” he shut his mouth to see you entering.

“Oh dear, Captain, we might need to get your eyes checked if you think I share any resemblance to him.” You teased while approaching the table. Law kept his head down but was acutely aware of you standing behind him, your gaze sweeping over what was causing today’s lack of sleep. Offering nothing more than a small hum of interest you set a cup of tea and a snack beside his elbow and stepped around to the opposite side of the table again. His stare moved from the offering to you as you sat on the edge of the table, one of the texts lifted into your hand.

“Aren’t you going to tell me to go to bed?” he asked with a frown, watching as you flipped the page and shook your head. “Why not?”

“Not much point in doing that is there, Captain?” You asked innocently with a knowing smile. “You never listen. I mean it’s fine, you know best.” Law folded his arms and continued to watch you. “There’s actually a bet now.”

“A bet?” Law repeated in interest and slight worry. Bets among the crew were standard, something to help pass the time but when it was about him, it was something he couldn’t ignore. You nodded and turned the text around to face him, lightly tapping a passage for him to read. Law’s eyes flickered down briefly to note the page and saw it was exactly what he was looking for; notes about a virus that was common in one of the islands they were heading to along with it’s method of treatment. But that wasn’t the pressing matter anymore he found. “What’s the bet?”

“Oh just just the guys betting what time you’ll actually fall asleep at. Whoever guesses right wins a date with me.” You answered so casually and leant over the table to grab another textbook. He observed you so intently, trying to hide his shock at the terms of the bet. He stared at you hard, searching your face for any trace that it was a lie but the twisting knot was growing in his stomach. He all but flinched when you unleashed the full force of your stare at him. “If you go to bed now, they all lose.” Your voice was low, practically urging him to make a decision. Whether you were lying about the bet or not, Law’s body acted immediately. He got to his feet and strode to the door, leaving you to smirk triumphantly. “Night Captain.”

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joelslastofus · 1 month

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[SUMMARY: Home from college, your father is Joel’s neighbor. Joel one night witnesses your drunk father lock you out of the house late at night and comes to the rescue. ]

“Let me take a look at your arm” he turned back to you for the first time seeing you under a light realizing your white tank top became transparent. The sight of your hard nipples peeking through making him quickly look away clearing his throat.

Sexual tension, big age difference

Summer was finally here which meant you were finally on break and able to go back home. You loved being at back at home, most of the time even if it meant seeing your drunk father who wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. It was hard to understand how he got along with your neighbor Joel, you didn’t know him very well but he was your typical southern gentleman. Always offered to help you get your stuff out the car if your dad wasn’t around when he’d see you return, it’d be hard to lie and say you didn’t have a small crush on him.

That night was like any other, except it was pouring rain out, it was thundering loudly and your father was more drunk than usual. Your father had a few men come over that you’d never met before, you could feel their eyes all over you when you walked to the kitchen for some water. The music getting louder you could barely hide from it in your room. All the noise felt like a typical night in your dorm room with parties next door.

“Dad” you hesitantly tapped on his shoulder as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind lowering the music just a bit? I was hoping to get some sleep, I already have had a lot of trouble sleeping and-“

“Listen here kid…..this is what I do while you’re off in college….i ain’t stopping just cause you’re here” he purposely turned the music louder as he laughed with his friends. Annoyed by his actions you walked to your bedroom and slammed your door shut which quickly silenced his laughter. Throwing yourself in your bed you were startled by your father busting through the door.

“And who do you think you are slamming doors in my house?!”

“Dad-“

“You know…-“ he began to slur.

“It was so much…better….when you weren’t here…” he continued as you noticed the men watching from down the hall.

“This is not what I came here for” you whispered angrily.

“What did you say?” He raised a brow leaning towards you as you quickly walked around him out of your room. You walking away from him only seem to anger him more as he quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by your arm.

“Ow dad! Let go!” You tried to release your arm from his grasp until he began dragging you to the front door.

“Stop it! What are you doing?!”

“You wanna disrespect me in my house….in front of my guests…-“ he opened the door and continued to yell not knowing Joel was out side under his balcony next door, the sound of your father yelling catching his attention.

“Maybe next time…you’ll have more respect!”Unexpectedly your father pushed you out making you fall to the ground. Joel quickly stood up but before you could say a word your father slammed the door in your face.

“Dad!” You screamed in shock, you couldn’t believe what he was doing. Joel quickly made his way to you, the sound of his voice surprising you through the hard rain.

“You alright?” He reached his hand out towards you. Silently you took hold of it, he easily pulled you up to your feet as you winced noticing your elbow was pretty badly scraped.

“That’s alright” Joel looked at your arm.

“I can clean that up for ya, darlin’”

Still in shock staring at your door you didn’t respond. Did your father really just lock you out? In the rain late at night?

“My-my dad-“

“Come on, let’s get you inside” Joel didn’t waste time, taking your hand he led you next door to his house as you looked back at yours.

It was warm out but the rain was coming down hard and so you became completely drenched. Joel quickly unlocked his door letting you in as you hesitantly walked in not wanting to wet his floor.

“It’s alright” he placed his hand on your back gently guiding you to the kitchen. It didn’t seem like anyone was home yet you still felt awkward.

You felt embarrassed but Joel only seemed concerned. Still, what a way for your neighbor to see you getting thrown onto the concrete like if you were trash.

“Look I’m sorry about this, he’s just drunk right now, I’m sure he’ll open the door again-“

“Ain’t a bother, darlin’” he proceeded to turn on the lights and go through his drawer for a band aid and towel for you.

“You ok?” You asked him as he refused to look back walking toward his room.

“Let me get you a change of clothes” he called out walking in his room before quickly returning with a pair of sweats and a t shirt of his.

“The bathroom is down to your right” he motioned towards the door as you thanked him taking the clothes.

Once in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror realizing your breasts were fully visible through your shirt.

“Oh my god” you whispered, your cheeks turning a dark shade of red from embarrassment. No wonder he offered you a change of clothes.

A part of you thinking it was sweet he didn’t say a thing and embarrass you, instead simply offering you something to change in. Even sweet how he stopped himself from looking but little did you know how hard it was for him to keep his eyes away.

Joel always had a gentleman charm about him, it was your favorite thing about him.

Once you came out of the bathroom Joel was sitting on the edge of the couch watching something on tv until you caught his eye. Looking down and fixing your shirt you hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at you. Joel didn’t know what was worse for him, your transparent shirt or seeing you in his clothes. A navy blue shirt that you tied to the side and a pair of sweatpants that were giving you some trouble to tie and stay in place.

“These are comfortable” you sighed looking up as he stood up.

“I’m just having trouble keeping them in place”

“Yeah, those always give me trouble. C’mere” he walked towards you grabbing the strap to help you fix it. You hadn’t expected him to get so close, you watched as he focused trying to create a knot so it wouldn’t move. His fingers casually brushing against your skin making your heart race. His hair was damp slick back from the rain, a way you had never seen before but you had to admit you liked the look.

“That should do it” he looked up and just for a few seconds the two of you locked eyes before he quickly looked away.

“Thank you” you smiled as he took a few steps back and sat back on the couch.

“Look don’t worry, I won’t be here for long…I know Sarah-“

“Sarah’s at a sleepover, Tommy’s working a night shift. You’re welcome to stay as long as ya need tonight…beside I saw what he did and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back till he sobers up” he crossed his arms leaning back.

“I don’t even know what got into him, then those assholes that were there-“

“What assholes?” He furrowed his brows leaning forward.

“He bought some losers over, guess they found the way he was acting towards me hilarious” Joel showed disapproval with what you expressed looking back out his window toward your house.

“I never seen this side of your father but frankly…I don’t like it” he spoke in a serious tone. Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off your house seeing your father through the window laughing with his friends.

“Alcohol and my father is probably the worst combination” you responded as he remained silent.

Lost in his thoughts he was suddenly distracted by you laughing looking over at the tv.

“Oh I haven’t seen this movie in forever” Joel watched as you excitedly sat down on the couch beside him, surprised you were into something he liked.

“Mind if we stay watching this?” You asked looking up at him.

“Course not, darlin’” he comfortably sat back with his legs open watching the movie with you. Joel could see the sadness in your eyes although you tried to use the movie as a distraction. He didn’t push the topic and decided to enjoy the movie with you.

“How’s your arm?” He asked realizing you had cleaned it up in the bathroom.

“It’s fine, nothing big just a scratch” you assured him as you sighed and went back to the movie.

Time went by and before you knew it your eyes grew heavy. Joel and you both closing your eyes around the same time without realizing it before eventually falling asleep.

Hours had gone by and Joel slowly began to wake up realizing the sun was coming up. Still half asleep he went to move before realizing you had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder, your hand on his arm until you began to slowly move. Your eyes slowly opening you suddenly realized that you were leaning on Joel, slowly looking up you found him staring down at you. Neither of you said a word, neither of you moved yet you noticed him look down at your lips. Joel slowly began to lean forward as you did when the sound of the front door unlocking caused you both to quickly separate.

“Mornin’ big brother” Tommy walked in before realizing his brother wasn’t alone. You stood up still looking half asleep fixing your shirt.

“Good mornin’” Tommy said in a surprised tone.

“Good morning, I…um I better go..” you quickly grabbed your clothes.

“You sure?” Joel asked following your movement.

“Yeah, I’m sure the doors open now or he’s sober. I’ll be fine” you assured him quickly pacing to the door.

“Hey- why don’t ya take my cell number in case ya need anythin’” quickly he grabbed a paper and pen as Tommy watched from the kitchen.

“Ok, yeah, thanks” you took the paper and smiled at him.

“Thanks again. I better go” Joel stood at the door watching you run to your porch, waiting to see your father open the door. His expression changing as he watched to make sure you were safe with your father until the door closed behind you.

“Micks daughter huh?” Tommy teased as Joel closed the door.

“It ain’t like that” he responded without looking at him.

“Really she spent the night, seems like it was like that.”

“She got locked out her house, her father’s a jackass. I just made sure she was ok through the night” Joel rubbed his eyes sitting back on the couch.

“Oh I’m sure you did” Tommy laughed before walking off to the room.

Truth was Joel knew he felt something more but you were young in college, something felt wrong about it.

Plus the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was taking advantage with the situation you had going on with your father.

Joel shook it off knowing nothing could come from that until his phone buzzed catching his attention.

Much quicker than he expected, there was a text from you thanking him again. Now he had your number and it only excited him more..

I will be working on a part 2 if you have any ideas let me know!

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thisaccountisagainstmywill · 24 days

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BG3 Characters Safest Driver Headcanons

I've been thinking about that poll from months ago way too much, so I've pulled this from my drafts. In this essay, I will explain why Boo is the best driver. Astarion: Terrible. Absolutely terrible driver. He is doing his makeup with the visor down, looking at the mirror more than the road. Suspend your disbelief, he's driving in this universe. He can use mirrors. ♥ You have to grab the steering wheel, regularly. Without warning, the man twists around to find his purse in the back seat because he wants a different eyeliner than what he grabbed. You are on aux duty. He hates everything you've picked. 2/10, he lawyered his way into that license Gale: You would think he would be safe, but then you remember that Gale didn't pay attention in boring classes. And how hard could driving really be?? The man knows how to drive perfectly textbook. He also thinks he knows how to do it better than everyone else. He does not adapt well to poor drivers. The roads are full of poor drivers. He is yeling "Zipper!" at the merging traffic. You spend five minutes in the parking lot so he can find just the right song for the trip.

6/10, you will probably not die Halsin: The man drives slow, I'm sorry. He's fuel efficient as you can get with the windows down. He pulls over and stops traffic for ducks crossing the road, no matter what the current road conditions are. He stops to show you the new tree the neighbor got. He is a Yellowstone Park tourist. He wants to show you the world, one traffic-stopping mid-road parking job at a time. There is no music, we are listening to nature today. 4/10, you will be rear-ended with him and not the way most people want Jaheira: I stand by what I said last time: Jaheira reminds me of so many older women I know. She drives like she wants someone to start shit with her. She's so conditioned by having 5 kids fighting in the backseat at all times that every time she's behind the wheel she's having Vietnam-level flashbacks. Her blood is pumping in her ears. There is no road, there is only the red of her vision. She won't start the road rage incident directly, but by god, she will end it. (You tried to ask about music, but the look she gave you when asked killed the question.) 5/10, you make it to your destination intact. But at what cost? Your pants are a different color at the end of the trip than they were at the beginning. Karlach: Karlach is talking with her hands while she drives. She's fiddling with the radio constantly. You've blown four red lights. Three of them were the same red light because she took a wrong turn. She will not use GPS, she's got the vibe of where she's going. She was trying to show you something on her phone at the same time. It cannot wait. It was so good you have to see it right now. The tunes are so loud she hasn't heard the sirens behind her. 4/10, the tunes almost make up for it Lae'zel: You are helping her check her mirror distance before you get in the car. You are buckled in before the car even starts. You are not allowed to touch the light in the car if it is dark out. She was taught that it's illegal to have on at night and she takes that shit seriously. You are on blindspot-watching duty at all times. You're not allowed to have music on the in car, it is a distraction. 7/10, we are efficient, but we are miserable Minsc: Minsc cannot drive. Minsc was meant to drive today, but Minsc got into the wrong seat. We are all relieved. Jaheira trained him wrong on purpose and will kill you if you correct him. 0/10, don't even try. He will survive the accident, you will not. Minthara: Minthara, light of my life. She is gremlin cackling and riding bumpers the whole time. People are pulling off constantly to get away from her. You are white-knuckling in the passenger seat and are too afraid to let go of the bitch-bar. You pray her airbags are up to date because your life has not stopped flashing before your eyes since you got onto the road. We are exclusively listening to The Flight of the Valkyries. 7/10, it is shockingly efficient when no one else is on the road anymore

Shadowheart: I have been in many a 'Shadowhearts' car. The car is more of a problem than she is. She drives the type of car that makes people go, "You live like this?" She drives a manual. She was not trained to drive a manual. Almost every single dash light is on, the ones that aren't had their bulbs die out years ago. We don't know how old that trash is, but it lives here now. She has one of those cassette players that has to hook into your phone to come out the speakers. Good luck finding the right adaptor in the mess. 4/10, girl get your shit together Wyll: Wyll is the best driver, hands down...when he is alone. Like all things in his life, his greatest flaw is being too polite. He turns his whole fucking head to look at you when you talk because that is the polite thing to do. The road is secondary to how important your conversation and companionship are to him. And you can't not talk him! He's asking you genuine questions about your day because he's interested. You get to listen to whatever you want and he's totally down for it even if it's not normally his thing. He'll find something he likes about it. Alone: 100/10, he somehow makes everyone better drivers by just being on the road With you: 5/10, Wyll, please, look at the road. ;_;

Boo: My eyes are closed. It's better this way. We made it there in record time. I don't know how it happened. I don't need to know how it happened. ?/10, it's best if you don't think about it

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Hard to please

Neteyam x Omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: Cursing, fingering, p in v, bratty reader, brat-tamer Neteyam, dom-Neteyam, multiple orgasms, squirting, choking, oral (for like 2 seconds, nothing crazy), bondage.

Synopsis: it’s finally your 21st birthday, and every warrior has pitched in to make sure that their favorite girl gets whatever she wants. They all have eyes for you, but you have eyes for one, and one only…

Outfit/Hair inspo:

You were the most spoiled girl in the clan. Your father, being jakes right hand man and your mother being one of the greatest hunters. You were automatically among the elite kids in the clan. You were very prissy, not one to get your hands dirty. Your father got you everything you wanted, and he spoiled the hell out of you. Every girl wanted to be you, and every male wanted to be WITH you. You were one of, if not THE most popular girl in the clan.

So, when your 21st birthday rolled around, you better believe it was the most talked about event all year. It was so big that your father and Jake sat down with many of the warriors to plan this out. It was endless nights of building and preparation, and every warrior in the clan was hands on. It didn’t take much for the young warriors to agree to such a task, considering it was all for you.

To say that you had every male warrior around your age wrapped around your finger was an understatement. They all wanted you, and would do anything to get you. Even if that meant signing up to help with a stupid girly birthday bash.

“Shit, this turned out kinda nice.” Lo’ak smiled, hands on his hips as he looked around the forest, admiring all of the work he and the other warriors put in for your party. There was no theme in particular, your only rule was the main color being PINK. And so, what y/n wants, y/n gets.

Pink lights hung from the tall trees, illuminating the forest just right. Pink balloons, streamers, and glitter imported from earth. This idea had been in your head ever since you were 16 years old, and your father did everything in his power to make sure everything was the way you wanted it. Beautifully decorated desserts sat on a long pink table. Along with all of the alcohol possible. It was truly a fairytale.

“Well, anything y/n wants, y/n gets. I hope she likes it with her ungrateful ass.” Neteyam spoke with a drink in hand, watching the forest fill up with members of the clan.

“She better like it. I’ve got glitter in places glitter shouldn’t fucking be.” Lo’ak scoffed, rolling his eyes. Neteyam followed with a snicker.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been washing pink paint and glitter off of my body for the past couple of weeks.” Neteyam sighed, taking another swig of his drink. The brothers slowly looked at eachother, silence falling between them before the famous line left their lips in unison.

“aNytHinG fOr y/N!” They mocked, bursting out into roaring laughter. It was sad but true. You had every warrior right where you wanted them, and that included Neteyam and Lo’ak. They’d do anything to see your spoiled ass happy. Not to mention you were hard to please.

Suddenly, the lights went low. Literally turning the entire forest a deep pink shade. The music cut, as your father took the main stage that the warriors hand built and painted pink for you.

“I just have a few words before we reveal my beautiful baby girl.” Your father started, immediately quieting the clan. He sighed with admiration before speaking again.

“Y/n, my daughter, my princess. We have been planning this party ever since you were 16 years old, and now…Tis finally time. Tonight is all about you, and I hope you have the best time. I love you so much baby girl.” He finished. The crowd immediately clapping for him.

“Now, I would like to turn the mic over to Jake. I believe he has a few words.” Your father spoke before handing the mic off to Jake.

“Yes, thank you. Firstly, I want to start off by wishing y/n a very happy birthday. I’ve known her all of her life. And she has grown to be a beautiful, lovely young lady.” Jake started with a lighthearted smile.

“Yeah, she’s grown alright. Have you seen that ass? Eywa took her precious fucking ti-“ lo’ak whispered before Neteyam covered his mouth. “HUSH!” Neteyam strained, trying to hold in his laugh.

“I want to thank my warriors for setting this entire party up. I’ve never seen them volunteer for something so goddamn fast.” Jake joked, eyeing all of his warriors all knowingly causing them to erupt into laughter.

“Anyway, I hope you have a great time baby girl. We all love you. Tonight’s all about you.” Jake ended, causing the crowd to hoot and hollar. Suddenly, The brightest pink light flashed on you and your friends in your own private section. Gasps from the girls and whistles from the men filled the forest.

Your hair was twisted in the front, as loose curls hung down your back. Decorated with gorgeous pink accessories. Your body was covered in loose glitter, glowing under the bright lights. Your outfit was revealing, diamond embroidered nonetheless. Diamond chains hanging down your waist. Diamond chains laid perfecting along your round ass. Your thigh-band matched your diamond outfit perfectly as well as your other accessories. You smiled, blowing kisses into the crowd as you waved at everyone.

“Oh my…” lo’ak spoke in a trance like state, watching as you stood up to spin around, showing off your little outfit. “Mmm that girl is practically fucking naked. Who ever made that outfit needs a raise or something.” Lo’ak continued, eyeing you up and down before licking his lips.

“Mhm.” Neteyam hummed, watching you through his predatory gaze. Muscles flexed as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. You and Neteyam were kind of close, considering both of your fathers brotherhood. He really couldn’t stand your attitude. You were rude, cocky, and prissy. Your relationship was mostly him giving and you taking, without as much as a simple thank you. If it wasn’t for his father, he would’ve been taken care of that bratty attitude of yours. There was no denying that he was sexually attracted to you. Hell, every warrior was. And tonight just amplified it.

The music turned back on, and the party resumed. You spent your time mingling with everyone there. Singing and dancing with your friends, and drinking/smoking the entire time. Until it was gift time. This was always your favorite part of any celebration. Even though the only person who was good at giving you gifts was your father, he knew you so well.

The warriors fell in line, right in-front of you. Most of them bowing at your feet before handing you their gifts. They all ranged from handmade jewelry, cloths, and accessories. Nothing that really peeked your interest.

“Lo’ak, what the hell is this?” You smiled sarcastically, holding a very short pink loincloth with “lo’aks property” written across it in black glitter.

“Oh, come on mama! you know we would be good together. Just thought everyone else should know that ass belongs to me.” He shot you a cheesy smile, rubbing his hands together as if he just gave you a block of gold. You couldn’t hold your laugh in as much as you tried.

“Tempting. It’s too small.” You giggled, holding it up with your finger. He smirked, eyeing you up and down. “Exactly.” He whispered, biting his lip with a stupid smile on his face.

“Yeah Yeah, where’s your brother?” You rolled your eyes before blushing slightly at just the mere thought of Neteyam.

“Bro, I don’t know. I don’t care either. Kiss me already!” He spoke in an irritated tone, puckering his lips as he closed his eyes. You threw the loincloth at him, landing perfectly on his head.

“Kiss that.” You laughed, your friends right behind you. And the gifts just kept coming. Warrior after warrior. Same old same old. Until one of your favorite ones stepped up, stealing your undivided attention.

“Y/n, you look beautiful as always.” Said Nazu before signing a greeting. He was one of the most promising warriors in the clan around your age. He was strong, confident, sexy and you couldn’t deny that.

“I know I’m pretty. Give me the gift now.” You spoke sensually, bringing him closer by his war belt. He smiled, eyeing you up and down before following your orders. He handed you the box, both of you locking eyes as you took it out of his hand. Your gaze met the box as you untied it. The most beautiful headpiece you’d ever seen shimmered under the pink lights. Encrusted with rare pink diamonds, only the most skilled hunter would be able to find. You and your friends audibly gasped. Your mouth hung opened in shock. Nazu was visibly proud. Proud that he impressed you, and that was very hard to do.

“A headpiece I made myself. Your favorite colored diamonds are woven together, see? Only fit for a queen, such as yourself.” He explained, his voice low, as he admired his handy work in your hand.

“Oh my eywa, Nazu….” You spoke in a surprised tone. Admiring the headpiece before meeting his gaze. “You’re always the best gift giver.” You smiled, immediately placing the headpiece on. And ofcourse it went with your outfit so well. Everything on your body was dripping with diamonds, so expensive as it all danced under the low lights. He was utterly speechless as he admired everything about you, eyeing you up and down with a slight smirk.

“Y/n, if you’d do me the honor, I want to court you. I’d take such good care of you, better than any of these other warriors and you know that. I’d give you the life you deserve, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. I’d shower you with gifts like this everyday.” He confessed, bringing your dainty hands to his lips, leaving a small kiss as he stared into your soul. You couldn’t help but smile, listening to the same old song you heard from the warriors before him. His hands shifted to your back, scooting you closer to the edge of your throne with aggression. He leaned down to your ear, placing a soft kiss.

“I’d fuck you right. However you want it, whenever you want it. It’s all yours, my love.” He spoke sensually in your ear, sliding his hands down your back to grip your ass. He was making you hot. He knew what he wanted and he went for it, there’s nothing more attractive than that. But you couldn’t help but turn your attention to the warrior behind him. The last warrior of the night. Neteyam stood tall, gift in hand as he glared at the scene unfolding in-front of him. He huffed with every breath, face screwed in anger.

“As tempting as that sounds. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t have eyes for another.” You hummed, staring directly at Neteyam, making sure he heard every word. He smirked, shaking his head all knowingly. Nazu let you go, backing up to look at you. He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around.

“Ha! Who? Who could you possibly want more than me?!!” He shouted, eyebrow cocked as he waited for an answer. You looked back at Neteyam briefly, as he seemed to be in defense mode, just in case he need to kick Nazu’s ass for the way he was shouting at you.

“I want you! Can’t you see?!” Nazu growled lowly, gripping your dainty arm tightly. Shaking you out of your trance.

“Move.” Neteyam said firmly, standing directly behind Nazu. His lip twitching with anger as his tail swayed high in defense. Your eyes went from the grip on your arm to Neteyam within an instant. Nazu huffed, letting you go harshly before throwing his hands up in surrender. He turned around, meeting Neteyams hard gaze.

“She’s all yours.” Nazu smiled sarcastically, backing down immediately. He turned his head to you eyeing you up and down before walking away. Bumping neteyam’s shoulder in the process. Right as Neteyam went to snatch Nazu by his queue, he felt 2 dainty hands grab his wrist, turning him around.

“Hey Hey! Don’t worry about him. Fuck him.” You reassured Neteyam, bringing him dangerously close.

“Did he hurt you? Huh? I’ll fucking kill him.” He growled, examining your arm for any marks. Jaw clenching and unclenching in anger. You grabbed his chin, titling it up to meet your gaze.

“I know you would. But it’s no need for that. I’m fine.” You smiled, glancing at his lips, before bringing your eye contact back to his eyes. He sighed in relief, finally calming down in your embrace.

“What’s in the box?” You asked with a smirk, letting his chin go before pointing at the small box in his hand.

“Why’s it so small? You of all people know I like big presents.” You snarled, sitting back in your throne, crossing your legs slowly. Thighband flashing with every sudden move. He chuckled, glancing down at it before handing you the box.

“Such a fucking brat. Just open the box!” He laughed, placing it in your lap when you wouldn’t take it from him. You rolled your eyes, lifting the lid to be met with the most beautiful thigh band you’d ever seen. It was pink ofcourse, covered in bioluminescent flora and huge diamonds so bright that they reflected on your face. Bigger and shinier than the ones Nazu gifted you. You were speechless, jaw dropped to the ground as you watched it dance under the lights.

“N-Neteyam I- Thank you.” You stuttered, in complete awe as you stared at the beautiful craftsmanship on your new favorite present.

His eyes widened, ears perked up from your words. Out of everything he’s ever done for you, he’d never gotten a thank you until now.

“I-umm.” He threw his head down, chuckling at himself for getting choked up. “I know how much you like those things. You always look so good with them on, so I thought I’d make you a personal one. Your favorite color, and the biggest diamonds I could find.” He finished, hand on the back of his neck as he glanced at the thigh band you had on, trying his best to keep his composure.

“I love it. I love it so much! Put it on me, please!” You screeched in excitement, handing him the thigh band. He shook his head with a light smile before bending down in-front of you. He ran his strong, calloused hands up your leg slowly. You uncrossed your legs immediately, letting his tender touch consume you. He grabbed the piece of fabric that was already on your thigh, pulling it down slowly as he watched you Intently.

Once he got it off of you, he tried to hand it back to you. You shook your head, pushing his hand away. “You keep that one.” You spoke, eyeing him sensually. He smirked before placing it between his teeth, grabbing the one he made for you. He slipped it on you slowly, making sure it was in place before sliding his hand all the way down your leg softly.

“Perfect fit. You know me so well.” You giggled, admiring the band dancing in the lights. He admired too as he took the old band out of his mouth, placing it on his wrist just for it to scrunch to his size perfectly.

“Finally got your ungrateful ass to say thank you. I think my job here is done.” He joked, standing to his full height. You placed your foot on his chest, and he quickly grabbed your ankle, massaging your lower leg with a slight smirk.

“What are you doing? Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head with a confused look on his face.

“I wanna show you how grateful I am. Let’s go somewhere more private.” You smirked.

“And miss the rest of your party? I don’t think so.” He said sarcastically, shaking his head in disagreement.

“Let’s take the party elsewhere.” You demanded, eye fucking him as you looked at his loincloth. Bulge growing by the second.

“Now you know your father would kill me for fucking his precious little princess.” He spat, letting out a chuckle before placing your foot back on the ground.

“Oh come on, Tey! He won’t find out. I know you want me.” You giggled, leaning back in the chair before shifting your hips up sensually. He clenched his jaw in restraint, watching your body move, and the diamonds glisten around it.

“Mmm what gave it away?” He hummed. You bring him closer by his wrist, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, I dont know. Maybe the growing bulge in your loincloth babe.” You whispered in his ear before backing away to look into his eyes. He raised a brow, a slight smirk forming across his lips. “We can’t, y/n.”

“Give me what I want, Neteyam. It’s my birthday!” You whined, bottom lip poked out as you pleaded with him. He sighed before he let a smile creep across his face.

“You sure know how to get what the fuck you want, don’t you?” He asked with a slight smirk, picking you up out of your chair. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist as you kissed his neck shamelessly, not caring if anyone saw you. He glanced back at your friends, shooting them a fake smile.

“Uhh, if you ladies would excuse us. I’ll bring her back in a few.” He chuckled nervously, bowing his head slightly at the girls before walking away with you in his arms.

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He walked you to a secluded place in the forest behind the party. Music from the party could still be heard from where you two were. Your lips were still attached to his neck, purple hickeys forming all around his neck. He laid you down on the moss before hovering over you, indulging in a passionate kiss.

“Fuck, lay back!” You commanded, flipping him to the ground before straddling his lap.

“Goddamn, woman. You want me that bad, huh?” He chuckled watching you take the headpiece that Nazu gifted you, throwing it to the ground beside you.

“Oh shut up!” You rolled your eyes, bending down to kiss him again. He obliged, humming in your mouth as he slid his hands down your back to your round ass, gripping it tightly. He smacked it a few times, causing you to moan in his mouth.

“Take it off of me.” You moaned breathily in between kisses. He obliged, untying your diamond skirt from around your hips, throwing it to the side. He moved on to your diamond thong, untying it from around your hips. He pulled it from under you, throwing it to the side as well. You sat up on him, grabbing his hand to run it down your entire body. He bit his lip, watching the diamonds on your outfit dance under the night sky.

“You look so good, I-I don’t even wanna take this off of you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, running his hands across your diamond top.

“So don’t.” You smirked, yanking his loincloth down just enough to expose his throbbing cock. The veins pulsated as his swollen tip leaked precum. Your eye’s widened, licking your lips as you stared at his huge cock in awe.

“I want it. Right now.” You spoke in a trance like state, completely hypnotized by his gorgeous shaft.

“It’s all yours, Princess. Now let me give it to you, ok?” He spoke calmly, nodding his head as he tried to sit up, but you just pushed him back down. Immediately lifting up to attempt sliding down onto him.

“I I-wanna ride it!” You moaned, trying to push him into you, to no avail. You really didn’t know what you were doing, but you knew that you wanted him, right now.

Come on, y/n. g-get up, it’s not working this way.” He sighed, tapping your thigh.

“Nooo teyam, I wanna ride it. Just a f-few more seconds! I-ngh! It’s almost in!” You whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as you tried to shimmy your way down his shaft.

He growled, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. “It’s n-nowhere near in you. J-Just let me change positions. I can help you out, ok?” He explained, voice calm as he maintained his patience with you.

“No! Just put it in me already!” You huffed, still trying to use him as your own personal fuck toy, but failing miserably in the process.

“Shit! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He shouted in frustration, stopping your hips with his large hands.

“STOP IT TEY!” You shouted back, sending him over the edge. He growled loudly flipping you both over, him now hovering over your half naked frame. You tried to lift your head up to speak before he grabbed your neck, pushing you back to the ground. You immediately backed down to him, the only man that could put you in your place.

“I know you’re not used to being told no. But that shit ends today. If we do this, we do it MY way. You’re not the fucking boss, I AM. Got it?” He spoke lowly, shaking your neck with every word. You held onto his wrist to ensure that he wouldn’t squeeze your neck any tighter. You nodded your head frantically with wide eyes.

He bent down, crashing his lips into yours. Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. He began to slide his hand down your body slowly, until he reached your bare cunt, rubbing firm circles into your clit.The surge of electricity made your body jolt under his touch. You tried to evert eyes from Neteyam by turning your head side to side frequently, but all he did was follow you with his eyes.

“No, look at me y/n.” He said breathily with a dark tone before tilting your chin to meet his gaze. He deemed this the perfect time to slide 2 fingers into you nice and slow. Your back bowed to the mossy ground, breasts just barely touching his chest as you let out a series of whimpers. He curled his two fingers into you at a steady pace while he used his thumb to massage your clit harshly.

“FUCK I- I…” you moaned, squirming around underneath him. He grabbed your neck, holding you in place before he drilled you with his fingers, working loud squelching noises out of you. Your jaw dropped suddenly, deeming you completely silent. He was nose to nose with you, you two breathing the same air as you listened to the wet sounds of your cunt.

“You wanna be a good girl and squirt for me? Hmm?” He asked, staring into your blown pupils.

“I-I YES! Im gonna be a good girl!” You squealed, face screwing in pleasure as your legs started to shake. If your eyes weren’t wide before, they were bulging now.

“TEYAM! I think I-I THINK!” You gasped, your orgasm completely taking over your body. “Mhm, give it to me baby! Don’t hold back.” He moaned, getting completely turned on by your pornographic release. You screamed, gripping his strong arm as your juices flowed out of you with each rough pump of his fingers. He suddenly took them out of you, smacking your clit at a harsh and fast pace. Surges of electricity ran through your veins, making you twitch with every other smack.

“Cum for me AGAIN!” He growled, watching you come undone for a second time, squirting all over his hands and wrist. Your legs closed around his hand tightly, as you lazily backed away from him.

“P-Please Teyam!” You whined, gaining some distance away from him as he watched you back away. He chuckled, sitting up on his knees as he jerked his cock at a painfully slow pace.

“Come back. I thought this was what you wanted?” He asked sarcastically, yanking you back down to him by your ankle.

“No, I-I do want it. I-I just-“ you stuttered until he cut you off. “You just want it YOUR way. And I won’t let that happen, sweetheart.” He continued your thought, he knew you like the back of his hand.

“Not true!” You whined, crossing your arms.“ Yes the fuck it is.” He spoke lowly, slapping his cock on your sensitive clit, smearing your juices on his shaft. You lifted your head up just to get a peak, licking your lips as you hummed with each slap.

“You want it in you?” He bit his lip, now rubbing his cock in between your soaked folds. You sat up on your elbows, watching the source of pleasure, listening to the squelching noises.

“Yesss! Please Teyam. Im begging you!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his cock. To hear you beg was like music to his ears, and all he could do was give you what you wanted, no questions asked. He lined his cock up with your aching hole before sliding in slowly, making sure not to hurt you in any way.

You were already drunk off of him. Your head dipping back slowly to every single inch he slid into you. Your eyes rolled back and you had a delirious smile plastered on your face from finally getting what you wanted.

He bottomed out harshly, smashing the last few inches into your sweet spot before continuing that movement with deep strokes. He grabbed your leg, pulling it over his shoulder to open you up alittle more.

“Ohh my- Teyam FUUUCK!” You moaned, gripping the moss beneath you. You whined with every thrust, back still bowed to the ground. He started at your neck, rubbing his calloused hand down you entire torso, sending chills through your spine. He reached your clit, rolling it between his fingers before massaging the bud of nerves with his thumb.

You jolted uncontrollably from the pleasure. You reached down to grab his wrist tightly, trying your best to stop his movements as the pleasure became too much for you. He smacked your hand away immediately before glaring at you, stopping his movements all together.

“You don’t fucking listen! I told you, I’m in charge. Not you!” He growled, pulling out of you just to flip you over on your stomach. Your eyes widened, realizing that you’d ticked him off for the last time.

“Teyam, I-I’m sorry! It was j-just too much! It won’t happen again please!” You pleaded with him, and he loved to hear you beg. He stayed silent, all you could hear were loud huffs. So loud and intense that you could feel his hot breath on your back.

He took your diamond thigh band from around his wrist. He pulled your arms behind your back, wrapping the piece of fabric around your dainty wrists a few times before it was tight enough.

“Arch it. NOW.” He commanded, sending a hard smack to your ass. You whimpered, yet and still lifting your knees up, arching your back and exposing your dripping cunt to him. He chuckled, watching your stubborn ass follow his direct orders.

“All it took was my cock to make your prissy ass bow down, huh?” He grabbed your hair, yanking it back to the point where your eyes met his. Your eyes were filled with desperation and he loved it.

“Watch me destroy this pussy. Don’t take your eyes off of me.” He growled, sliding his clock into you slowly, watching your eyes roll back from the sudden fullness. He began to drill into you, hard and deep. And all he could do was watch you fall apart, moaning and whining deliriously as he fed you long, hard strokes.

“What would your father think about his precious, innocent, Princess getting dicked down like the slut she is, hmm?” He asked, watching your face screw in pleasure as he sped up his pace.

“You’ve really got everyone fooled. Thinking you’re so fucking innocent. Saying you don’t get dirty, but look at you. So fucking dirty for me, right?” He snarled in your ear, gripping your hair tighter as he drilled so deep into you.

“Mhm! Yesss!” You moaned, voice rippling from his hard thrusts. He pushed your cheek back down into the ground, pushing your knees farther apart. He gripped your hips, using them to bring you back onto his throbbing cock repeatedly.

“Tell me you’re my dirty little slut.” He growled, smacking your ass a few times, leaving numerous purple handprints on the flesh. Using your tied up hands, you tried to block his hits, to no avail.

“Te-yammm I- I can’t!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his swollen tip slam against your sweet spot with each stroke. The pleasure mixed with pain was too much for you, it consumed you to the point of delirium. But you knew if you didn’t obey him, it would get worse for you.

“I-I’m your dirty little slut!” You muttered before biting your bottom lip, trying to suppress the screams threatening to pierce through the still forest.

“Mhm, Good girl. Good *thrust* fucking *thrust* girl *thrust*” he moaned through gritted teeth before tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, watching your ass meet his pelvis with every hard thrust.

“I-I’m so fucking close, Teyam!” You whined, shifting your head on the ground to look back at him. He grabbed the restraint around your wrist, using that as leverage to pound into you slowly, creating the loudest smacking sounds that rang through the forest. Your jaw dropped, legs shaking from your oncoming orgasm as you clenched around him repeatedly.

“Mhmm! keep squeezing me with this pretty pussy. Cum on this dick and milk me dry, Princess.” He moaned, shooting you a devilish smirk before smacking your ass once more. There was nothing you could say, your moans got caught in your throat, and your jaw still hung opened. He watched your eyes roll back again, shaking uncontrollably from the steady strokes he sent you.

“Best birthday present ever I’m guessing?” He chuckled, eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. You nodded your head slowly, still spasming underneath him as you finally reached your peek.

“SHIT!” You squealed sharply, juices flowing down your legs with every stroke. He pulled out, smacking your clit with his cock repeatedly, working your orgasm out of you. You shook violently, screaming as you squirted all over his cock.

“Fuck yes! Let it out all over this dick.” He moaned, sliding back into you to chase his high. Your knees buckled, sending you and him flat against the moss. He still kept his pace inside of you, thrusting hard and deep. You lazily squirmed under him, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“No, come back. I’ve got one more present for you.” He growled in your ear, wrapping his entire arm around your neck, using it as leverage to Buck his hips into you hard.

“Mmm too deep, too deep!” You moaned, using your tied up hands to push down on his lower abdomen. But you were too tired to use any real force.

“I’ll go as deep as I want to in this pussy. It’s mine!” He growled, tightening his grip on your neck as he thrusted into you harder. You were on the verge of another orgasm. Twitching with every stroke, whimpering his name as tears welled in your eyes.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum again!” You screamed, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen tighten. “Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you.” He moaned in your ear before kissing the lobe.

That was all you needed before your eyes rolled back, cumming on his cock for the second time. His cream coated shaft revealing itself with every thrust. You let out a series of moans as you came down from your high. Neteyam felt your walls contract around him, trying to milk him dry.

“Fuuuck! Get on your knees!” He grunted, pulling out of you, walking around your trembling body to stand in-front of you. You managed to use your knees, pulling you up to kneel in front of him.

“Mmm you look so fucking pretty like this. Ready for your gift, Princess?” He moaned jerking his cock hard and fast. Sliding his hand from the base, all the way to the tip, smearing the precum oozing out of his tip. He let out a few grunts before painting your face with his seed. You smiled deliriously, sticking your tongue out for him.

“Juuust like that baby, let me feed you.” He moaned, grabbing your hair to push your mouth onto his cock. You obliged, wrapping your mouth around his entire length as he came in your mouth. You hummed on him, sucking the rest of his nut out of him. Your cheeks filled with his seed and you swallowed it greedily before detaching from him with a loud popping sound.

He grabbed your chin harshly, smearing the access cum across your lips. “Happy birthday, my little brat.” He muttered through gritted teeth. You stared up at him through hooded eyes, a delirious smile plastered across your face.

“Thank you, Teyam…”

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mokulule · 4 months

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Take Out for Dummies - Part 3

Aka Danny has been hired to take out Red Hood, there may or may not have been a misunderstanding.

First | Masterpost

Jason had carefully checked their surrounding for cameras, but they ended up doing as Danny had suggested, sitting back to back each with their own collection of various meats and vegetables on sticks.

Danny groaned and leaned his weight back against Jason. “What is it about food on a stick that makes it so delicious?”

Jason chuckled, “I don’t know.”

It was simple fare, charred just the right amount from the grill and spicy in a way that warmed.

There was a moment of silence.

“You have a very nice voice, you know? Like I get the voice modulation is meant to be scary and all and it makes sense. Just… you have a nice voice.”Jason swallowed. He wasn’t sure why his throat felt so tight all of a sudden.

“Thanks.” He didn’t know what else to say.

They finished eating and Danny jumped up with renewed restless energy, still turned away from Jason.

“Tell me when you’re decent.”

Jason snorted as he pulled the helmet back on and it came online. “I’ll show you indecent.”

Danny squeaked. Jason turned around to find him hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment. At least Jason wasn’t the only one with the dirty thoughts.

“Alright-“ Jason peeled one of Danny’s hands away to hold it, “show the way. Are we breaking in?”

“Uh-“ Danny looked from Jason to the hand, his cheeks were dusted a very becoming pink - turnabout really was fair play. Finally he seemed to come back online as he shook his head.

“No, I have a key.”

Jason grabbed the trash bag in his other hand as Danny was still carting around his unicorn.

“Why do you have a key to the ice rink?”

“I do maintenance here sometimes, so I asked to borrow the rink for tonight.”

“Are there anyone in Gotham you don’t know at this point?”

“I’m sure there are plenty still,” Danny answered the rhetorical question as he opened the roof access door. Why that was the door he had a key to was another question entirely. Though they may of course just all use the same key.

They went down a stairwell and out into the cold hall with the frozen rink as centerpiece. Jason eyed Danny’s thin button down shirt, if he’d planned this why hadn’t he brought a jacket?

“There’s skates over there,” Danny pointed to the skate renting counter on the left side of the room. “will you grab me a pair of size seven skates, while I turn on some music and lights?”

Jason did as asked jumping the counter. There was a convenient trash can behind the counter where he could dump the bag.

When he returned to the main hall with skates in hand his eyes widened. When Danny had said turn on the lights he hadn’t expected them to be from those multicolored disco balls, nor for the music to put them back to the 70’s with an upbeat disco track.

“What do you think?” Danny yelled from where he ducked out from an operator room.

“It’s something alright,” Jason yelled back as he sat down on one of the benches and started pulling his boots off. He snorted as he realized something: if this was still an elaborate hit, Danny would be the type to love the double pun of taking out Red Hood by putting him on ice.

Jason didn’t actually think this was a hit. Hadn’t thought so in quite a while. He’d let his guard down.

Danny walked over with that small smile on his face that made Jason wonder if this was just his base state; just happy, enjoying himself, doing his little odd jobs, helping kids out for pebbles because he could, taking Red Hood out on a date.

Jason still didn’t know what to think about that. Like even if he genuinely thought whoever asked him to take out Red Hood meant on a date, there was still that logic break where Danny had decided, yeah sure sounds like a fun time, let’s just corner the former crime lord current vigilante on a rooftop in the middle of the night to ask his date preferences.

Danny was definitely not normal in any sense of the word, but Jason found that he couldn’t help but like that. Some good kind of crazy in this city for once.

“Never been to a skating disco before?” Danny asked when he within easy speaking range.

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Well not that there’s really any expectations here since it’s just the two of us, so we can do whatever.” Danny grinned, sat down next Jason and pulled his shoes off. He was in his skates and jumping to his feet in no time at all. He wobbled, and windmilled his arms so as not to fall and Jason had to grab him and steady him.

“Are you sure you have tried this before?”

“I’ll have you know I’m a great skater.” Danny sniffed, brushing Jason off, as he started awkwardly walking towards the rink in his skates.

“Just not at walking in them.”

Danny sent him a bewildered look. “Nobody is good at walking in skates.”

Jason rolled his eyes and tightened and tied off the last lace. He didn’t jump up carelessly like Danny, instead he rose and took careful steps. While it was indeed neither comfortable or normal to walk on the bladed edge of the skates, he did make it seem a great deal more natural than Danny had.

Danny stuck out his tongue at him for that and Jason couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Join me on the ice and we’ll see who’s laughing.” With that he stepped onto the ice in a languid, confident glide, that immediately made it clear, that Danny did indeed know how to skate.

But Jason was no slouch either. He could skate even if it’s been a while and he never said no to a challenge. It took a moment for Jason to get used to the ice below his feet, but he quickly gained both speed and confidence.

Danny caught his eyes then with a wink, turned, and built up speed in a few quick glides and then he was jumping off the ice, spinning in the air and at what seemed like last moment he landed on just one leg, the other leg stretched out behind him as he leaned forward in something almost like a bow.

Okay so it turns out Danny couldn’t just skate he could skate. As in he could do not just spins but flips - Jason could do flips fine on the ground; he was not quite Dick enough to try it on ice. Of course Danny was also being a little shit about it.

There was something about that smile he was sporting that made Jason just want to reach out and grab him - and do what? He wasn’t sure. But there was an invite to try and catch him in the way he glided around Jason, responding to Jason’s movements by darting away like a fish only to come back, but never close enough to reach.

Jason smiled. Okay, he would bite.

When next Danny passed, he lunged. Danny shot forward with a delighted laugh. Jason wasn’t far behind him, but Danny’s turns were needle point sharp as he lead Jason on a merry chase across the ice. He was slippery as a fucking eel, the way he kept himself just shy of Jason’s fingertips every time he reached for him.

He was doing it on purpose too, Jason realized. He was letting Jason get close only to twist and turn and escape with a laugh and leave Jason to regain the balance he lost by lunging. Jason didn’t immediately pick up the chase this time.

“What’s the matter Hood? Can’t keep up?”Jason huffed. No, he couldn’t. That much was clear at this point. But that didn’t mean the game was over. It only meant Jason had to work smarter not harder. He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and started on a leisured circuit of the rink.

“Did you skate a lot as a kid?”

Danny came into Jason’s field of view, skating backwards effortlessly. There was a slight pout on his face at the interrupted game, but he answered Jason’s question, “Not really.”

“Huh, how did you learn to skate then?” Jason asked surprised.

That wiped away Danny’s pout and Jason felt a twinge of anticipation for what surely boded another fun story, but nothing could have prepared him for what actually came out of Danny’s mouth.

“I was taught by a yeti named Frostbite, he’s like my mentor in everything ice.”

“A yeti?” Jason spluttered.

Danny grinned in a way that showed he knew exactly how outrageous it sounded, but still kept his voice perfectly even when he said, “yes, it’s their national sport.”

Jason laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Uh huh, and where did you meet this yeti?”

“A place called the Far Frozen, not many people have heard of it. They tend to be rather reclusive.”

Danny didn’t falter one moment in his explanation. He either had a selection of stories he told or he was extremely good at improvising. He was also suddenly within reach, guard down as he thought Red Hood had given up on the game.

Jason lunged. Danny’s eyes widened comically as he realized his mistake and tried to backpedal, but it was too late. Jason had him wrapped in his arms. They both went down overbalanced from Danny’s struggle. Jason twisted them so he took the brunt of the fall. Danny didn’t deserve to be caught beneath 225 pounds of vigilante even if he’d been asking for it.

They laid there on the ice catching their breaths.

“Bastard, you caught me.” Danny finally spoke giggling like he couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have-“ Jason stopped, finally noticing how cold Danny was. “You’re freezing!”

“No really it’s fine-“ Danny protested as Jason pulled him back up, but Jason wouldn’t have it.

“Who forgets to wear a jacket when going skating,” Jason grumbled pulling his jacket off and wrapping it around Danny shoulders. It looked comically large hanging off Danny’s small frame, but Jason only gave himself a small moment to appreciate it before drawing Danny close again.

It took a moment but then Danny relaxed into the hold.

“How’s this? Better?” Jason asked after a while.

Danny looked up his eyes wide and blue and maybe a little overwhelmed. “Y-yeah.”

Jason frowned looking around to locate the bench where their shoes were. “We should probably get out of this cold.”

“No,” Danny said immediately pressing close, then flinched, before saying quietly, “can we just stay like this for a bit?”

Jason blinked in confusion. It didn’t make sense to stay in the cold, but he found himself agreeing quietly.

The music at this point had turned to quieter songs. Jason was starting to feel the cold himself by staying still, and he started to sway to the music, moving just a little across the ice. Danny looked up. He wiggled around and it took only a moment for him to actually find the sleeves and push his arms through. Jason let go to let him and soon found his hands captured in still cold but no longer freezing hands.

“Dance with me?” Danny asked.

Jason couldn’t say no to that, but “I’ve never danced on ice before.”

Danny grinned and glided back in close, getting them positioned for a waltz. “It doesn’t have to be right, but you lead and I’ll follow and make sure we don’t fall on our asses.”

Jason scoffed as he lead them into a glide that had Danny moving along mostly backwards on the ice.

“You don’t trust me to follow.”

“No,” Danny grinned, “But I do trust you to catch me.”

Jason rolled his eyes fondly behind the helmet. Then dipped Danny suddenly to make him prove it. There wasn’t a hint of struggle, he stayed relaxed in his hold as if they’d danced together like this a million times. Jason didn’t know what to do with that, and pulled him back up.

Jason didn’t know how long they danced. Danny had started talking quietly after a while admitting he hadn’t gone on a date since he went to high school, and got Jason to admit he liked reading. but he did know his feet were starting to hurt. Still he was reluctant for it to be over.

It was only when Danny failed in hiding a yawn they left the rink.

Jason rolled the bike to a smooth stop putting one foot down to keep balance. He let go of the handlebars and straightened up to allow Danny to get off.

However instead of getting off Danny took off the helmet, hung it on a handlebar and twisted around bringing his legs up until he faced Jason and could wrap them lightly around Jason’s waist. Jason’s mind went blank at the way it brought them closer, the only thing keeping the position somewhat decent for the public was the unicorn now squished between them. If Jason now wished he’d never won the thing, that was a secret he was taking to his second grave.

“So,” Danny said conversationally, wrapping his arms loosely around Jason’s neck, leaning his forearms on his shoulders almost thoughtfully, “I had fun.” He smiled. “I hope you also had fun, that was the whole purpose after all.”

He paused - maybe waiting for a response, but Jason didn’t even know what to say. He certainly wasn’t going to admit he had fun. That was- Red Hood wouldn’t do that. He’d already behaved way too much like himself tonight.

There was a momentary frown on Danny’s face before it smoothed out replaced by a soft smile, that Jason had no idea what to do with. “This is the point where a successful date is usually rewarded with a kiss - you can say no?”

Jason stiffened.

Surely he wasn’t going to?!

Danny leaned in, his smile turned wicked for a moment as his hands splayed out on either side of the helmet. Jason needed to stop him, but instead his traitorous hands landed on Danny’s waist.

He needed to push him away; he didn’t.

Danny’s hands tightened on the helmet, pulling-

Except he didn’t pull the helmet off, he just pulled Jason closer and tilted his head backwards and then pressed his lips to the helmet, right were his mouth would have been. It was chaste, but not just a quick peck. No, it was a slow and languid press in a way that made Jason all too aware that there was little more than an inch between their lips, but it might as well have been miles for the barrier between them. Slow in a way that made Jason’s breath catch in his throat and his treacherous brain wish Danny had removed the fucking helmet.

Danny drew back, his blue eyes practically sparkling in mischief and he lightly bonked his forehead against the helmet before twisting around again and jumping off, Jason letting him reluctantly.

“See you around, Hood.” Danny waved once before he started walking down the road, unicorn plushie under one arm, utterly unafraid to walk the most crime ridden streets of Gotham in the early hours of the morning. Presumably he was going home to his mystery residence.

Jason should follow him. It was the perfect time to find out more about the mystery that was Odd-Job Danny. It was why he’d agreed to the date in the first place. Right?

Instead his brain was going around in circles, wondering if he had pulled up his helmet when Danny first mentioned the kiss, not pulled it off of course, just up to his nose or so, would Danny have gone through with it? Would he have actually kissed him? Or did he only do it because he knew the helmet was there in between them?

Did Jason want him to kiss him?

Fuck. He did.

Danny was gone now, nowhere to be seen. Whatever chance he’d had of figuring out more was gone. And yet that seemed the least of Jason’s problems.

So that's the end of the date, though of course not the end of the story. Consider commenting or writing something in the tags if you liked it, things irl are gonna be very busy for the next year so I could use all the motivation for writing I can scrape together. You can subscribe at the masterpost for future updates. Next

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myfictionaldreams · 10 months

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Don’t Distract Me // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie had promised he would meet you after DnD to study for the upcoming exams but when he leaves you waiting in the rain, what will he do to make it up to you?

A/N: I just had to write for Eddie again, ok? My obsession will never die.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), sexual distractions, rough sex, teasing, creampie, pet names, praise kink, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, edging, Eddie likes to play games (yes this is a warning lol)

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Eddie had promised that the two of you could study, with emphasis on the study and not trying to spend his time distracting you with his skilful fingers. This particular example was how most of the study sessions had ended, with neither of you wearing clothes and textbooks forgotten about in your bag. Today, however, you had made him promise that it was strictly studying you’d both be doing and nothing more, especially with the stress of exams over the next couple of weeks.

He thankfully agreed without any teasing or suggestive comments. “It’s DnD tonight but I could always meet you at my place at 8? I should be back by then and you can tell me all about Janet Austen or whoever it is”.

“It’s Jane Austen and you know it”, you replied whilst rolling your eyes as he grinned before kissing your cheek.

So here you were, bag bouncing from your shoulder as you trekked through the woods surrounding the trailer park where Eddie lived. Glancing to the sky, you were weary of the darkening clouds and thunder rumbling in the distance, hoping that you could get to his before the impending storm arrived.

You were not in luck though as not even 5 minutes had passed before the heavens opened and rain soaked you to the bone. Even worse was that ignorance had meant that you’d not worn a coat so by the time you could see Eddie’s trailer, your teeth were chattering as you shivered uncontrollably.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. SHIT! Please be home, please be home”, you chanted to yourself, noticing that Eddie’s van wasn’t there and neither was his Uncles. Racing across the last few steps to the trailer's front porch, you banged loudly against the metal door. “Eddie? Mr Munson, are you there?”

Droplets of rain were continuing to pour over your body as the direction of wind was blowing in your direction so even under the safety of the porch, you were still being drenched. You shouted in anger, slamming the door one more time as no one answered, dropping your school bag onto the floor and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep somewhat warm.

“Hurry up Eddie”, you whispered to yourself, glancing to the other trailers, specifically Max’s and see if there was anyone home but all lights were off. You thought about going home but that meant walking another 15 minutes in the rain and you’d hope that Eddie would have been back by then, especially as it was now definitely past 8 o’clock. Turning back towards Eddie’s home, you began to wander around the trailer, praying that there was an open window as the thunder continued to crash in the sky and the pattering of rain against the outside of the trailer.

You gasped in relief as you walked around the back of the home, seeing Eddie’s bedroom window was open, something you always told him not to do in case of thieves but for once, you were glad he didn’t listen. Due to the window being high than anticipated and Eddie’s music memorabilia on the inside of the window, it was awkward to try and climb in. You were silently thankful that there was no one around to see you try and break into the home as well, not needing to deal with the police right now.

Once inside, you sighed in relief, rushing to the bathroom and finding a clean towel and drying your face before returning to Eddie’s bedroom. There you began to strip off your soaked clothing, discarding it on the floor to clean up in a second but needing to be dry, continuing to rub the towel across your now nude body.

Eddie’s foot was pressing firmly against the drive pedal of his van, eyes widely glancing at his watch whilst sucking desperately on his smoke to try and calm his nerves. He was late. More than late and as the rain continued to pour, he knew you were probably drenched and cold and he’d been panicking the entire drive home. As his home was finally in view, his instant relief quickly turned to worry once more as he couldn’t see you. Parking the car and jumping out, he noticed that your bag was lying on the floor by the porch door.

Assuming you had used that door to get in, he unlocked the front door and entered the living room, noticing the light in his bedroom was on. “Sweetheart?”, he shouted out, dropping your wet bag onto the floor and walking towards his room.

You’d been drying your legs when you could suddenly hear Eddie’s metal music blaring from his van as he pulled up. Freezing on the spot, you looked down at your completely naked body and panicked. For some reason unbeknown to you, you decided rather than quickly shout that you were getting changed, you jumped into his bed, pulling his sheet up to your chin just as he walked through the front door.

“Sweetheart? Sorry, I’m late, I had to drop Henderson home”, he trailed off as he swung on the door frame into the room, expecting you anywhere but in his bed.

“Um, I can explain”, your face warmed as you held the sheet tightly against your chin, eyes wide at being caught.

Eddie fully stepped into the room, his mouth opening and closing as his brown puppy-dog eyes flicked over your sheet-covered body. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I think I will just enjoy it for a moment”, his tone sounded like he was in awe, even though he couldn’t see your naked body and had seen it many times before.

Rolling your eyes at him, you held the sheet tighter to try and keep the chill-out, deciding to replace your embarrassment by turning the attention back onto him. “You’re late Eddie! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago but instead, you left me waiting in the rain for you!”.

You tried to keep your voice stern but it didn’t seem like Eddie was listening as he shrugged off his leather jacket, revealing his hellfire shirt from DnD night and kicked off his sneakers. Your heart began to pound as he slowly stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours for a second as he began to crawl up the bed, over your body until his face hovered over yours. Eddie’s soft hair shadowed his face and tickled your cheeks as you could just make out the perfect smirk that revealed his cheek dimples.

“You aren’t listening to me”, you say accusingly, still not moving from your defensive stance with the sheet. “Eddie you’re lucky I didn’t kick your precious guitar climbing through your window!”

This seemed to finally snap him out of his lustful gaze as his eyebrows furrowed. “Window? Didn’t you use the key?”

“What key?”

Eddie’s confusion continued as he explained, “The key that I told you about last week that’s under the seat on the porch.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “you didn’t tell me about that!”

Once again, it seemed that Eddie had returned to not listening to you, already distracted by the exposed skin of your neck as he bent his elbows slightly, dropping down to nuzzle his entire face into it. He began by rubbing his nose against it, smelling your natural body scent that he loved so much but then decided he needed to taste it. His lips gently pecked against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder before his sharp teeth teased the area with little nips before licking the stinging area. “Didn’t I?” Eddie asked against your throat, sounding the least bit interested in the conversation as he continued to distract you from your annoyance.

Your eyes had closed as soon as you’d felt his lips but feeling the vibrations of his voice against your body, you tried to snap out of it. Releasing the sheet and letting it settle over your shoulders, you pushed on both of his shoulders. “Eddie, you left me outside, freezing to death, even my underwear were soaked-”. You were cut off from your rant by his lips crashing into yours.

Your eyes closed instantly on instinct, your body melting into the touch, all tension easing from your muscles. A moan formed at the back of your throat as his mouth moved against yours, his hair tickling your forehead and cheeks as you kissed him back just as desperately.

As Eddie’s tongue stroked across your lips, teasing for access, your hands moved from his shoulders into his hair, pulling so he moved closer, nose squishing into your cheek. It was always this easy to distract you and Eddie damn well knew it. Almost as if you were addicted to him, the way his body felt against yours, the smell of cheap aftershave and cigarette, the taste from his tongue as it danced with yours.

Your conscious whispered that you were weak for falling for him so quickly, he’d left you outside in the rain and you both really should study.

So, with great difficulty, you tugged back his hair, forcing his face away from yours, the two of you desperately breathing heavily as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Eddie, we really need to study-”. You were trying to talk some sense into the both of you but he was quick to lower his head to your neck, sucking on your pulse point that instantly had your back arching, your chest rubbing against his with the sheet just about managing to cover you.

As thunder continued to rumble outside, you once again attempted to put some space between you both as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks between your index finger and thumb and forcing him to look at you again. You were both continuing to catch your breath. “We need to study Munson”. For a split second, your eyes dropped from his beautiful orbs to his full lips, seeing them form into a smirk as he saw what caught your attention.

“Do we?” he asked, his voice low and mocking. His eyes were gleaming in the low bedroom light as he once again grinned so broadly that his dimples deepened. Even though he was so incredibly handsome at that moment, it also put you on edge knowing he was up to something. “Better get to it then”, he announced as he began to crawl backwards off of the bed.

To be truthful, you were disappointed that he’d given up so easily to study. Already you missed the warmth that had caged you into the bed, feeling his head through the sheet. But then Eddie did something you weren’t expecting as he lifted the bottom of the sheet that was by your feet and slide underneath it.

Sitting up quickly on your elbows, you explained, “Eddie! What are you doing?”

“What?”, Eddie responded in an innocent tone as his entire body disappeared beneath the sheet. You could feel him crawling up your legs, his clothing brushing against your bare skin and your core tightened and clenched as his big, rough hands gripped onto your thighs. Easily, he pushed them back, until your knees were nearing your chest and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. Seeing the outline of him drop in height as he settled on his stomach, his warm breath fanning across your already-soaked cunt. As Eddie’s hands squeezed on your legs, keeping them in position, he casually remarked, “I’m studying your anatomy”.

Eddie placed a single kiss on your pussy lips, and you could feel him smile against them as he could feel your juices already dripping there. You gasped at the sensation, tempted to lift up the barrier stopping you from watching but not being able to see him added to the tension.

Your arms weren’t able to support your weight anymore, collapsing back onto the mattress as Eddie’s tongue licked a single strip the length of your core, tasting you properly before pushing more firmly until he was teasing your clit. “Eddie!” you gasp, hand automatically reaching down and holding onto the lump in the sheet that was his head. Your hips moved in time with his tongue, back arching, toes curling and a steady stream of moans escaping your mouth as he pushed his tongue into your hole, twisting and turning.

It was one of the many things that Eddie prided himself in eating you out. You always joked that it was because he liked to talk so much that he was good at it but either way, you both could spend all day in this position if given the chance.

Eddie released your legs, but only so he could spread you open, giving his mouth better access to your clit. He pointed his tongue, flicking it across the sensitive nub before sucking it into his mouth and shaking his head. The stimulation had your moans increasing in volume, your cunt clenching around nothing, and your body incredibly warm with pleasure.

He moved between teasing your clit and filling your hole with his tongue, on occasions his hand would reach further up your body to tweak a nipple. It took almost no time at all before your tone turned into a more desperate one. “Eddie, baby, please don’t stop”.

Sometimes he liked to tease you, edging your orgasm until you were near to tears with need but thankfully today he didn’t stop and you came with a gush of juices for him to greedily drink down.

Your cunt was humming and throbbing from orgasming as Eddie sat up, pulling the sheet from off of both of you and away to the side. He grinned down from you, sweat coating his forehead causing his hair to stick to it but it didn’t seem to both him as he took in the beautiful sight before him.

Before you could reach for him, he was already standing off of the bed, “so what were you saying? Studying?” he casually continued the conversation from earlier.

“Huh?” you asked, hardly listening as you continued to come down from the high, eyes following him move around his bedroom as he looked for something.

Dropping to his knees, Eddie reached under the bed, rooting around for something until shouting, “Ah ha! Found it!” Triumphantly, he held up your literature textbook, showing you what he’d found before he stood, flicking through the pages before finding the chapter you were both supposed to be on. “Read it to me”, he instructed.

“What?” you ask, finally snapping out of the haze you were in, sitting up further onto your elbows to look at him better.

Eddie was grinning mischievously, effortlessly pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the tats on his arms and chest and the guitar pick necklace. “I said”, he continued, “read it to me”. Without waiting for a response, Eddie gripped one of your legs, tugging it over the other, turning your body until you were on your hands and knees. Then, he placed the textbook on the bed in front of you, still open on the relevant chapter.

You gaped at the textbook with a frown, “Do you really think I’m going to be able to read right now?”. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Eddie hastily kicked off his shoes, pants and boxers until he was completely nude, his cock throbbing in the air.

“You want to study, so let’s study”, he explains nonchalantly as he kneels on the bed, hands resting on your hips as he nods towards the textbook expectantly. “Continue on Sweetheart, I’m not touching you any further until you tell me about good ol’ Jane Austen.”

Your mouth dropped open to argue that you were going to do no such thing but he quickly cut off any forming words by thrusting his hips against yours. Even though he didn’t penetrate, feeling the slap of his body against yours,you gasped, attempting to roll your hips back against his but the grip on your hips tightened so that you couldn’t move.

“Eugh Fine!” you exclaim, pointing a finger towards the first sentence and began reading from the page. “The conflict between emotions and social imperatives in Austen’s novels- FUCK!” Your head dropped onto the book as Eddie’s cock breached your eagerly awaiting hole, stretching and filling, your cunt pulsing at the welcomed intrusion. However, you cursed again as he abruptly stopped, squeezing your hips in a warning.

“Continue on”, he instructed.

“Eddie, this feels somewhat disrespectful to the authors I’m talking about whilst we do this”, you say unsteadily, only half full of cock and already feeling desperate.

“Well… let’s just hope they aren’t listening in at the moment from wherever they’re resting. Now, please continue on Sweetheart”.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you lifted your head again, finger remaining on the line you were about to read and continued on. “Are symptomatic of a time when people were be-com-ing-”. It was difficult to continue as Eddie pushed his cock further into your cunt. You almost had to force your eyes to remain open to continue reading, your tongue feeling as heavy as lead with Eddie’s distracting movements.

As he fully inserted, you continued to read even though it took more concentration than you cared to admit. Especially as Eddie stroked a hand idly down your naked spine, causing you to shiver and pussy to clench harder around him, body heating further with need. Beginning to rock his hips, a few inches retracting out before being pushed in, you could feel every nerve in your cunt being stroked by his cock.

Eddie leaned further over your back so that he was kissing your bare shoulder. “Austen and other writers of her time were sometimes aware of the rather brittle state of their society”.

“Mmm. Well, nothing has changed there, has it?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. You pause at his words, actually surprised that he was actually listening to you.

For some reason, this made your cunt clench hard around him in arousal; the sensation caused him to deeply groan and drop his forehead against your shoulder. “Please keep going, Princess”, he pleaded, kneeling back to his full height, hands still on your hips, helping to keep you still so he had full control of the thrusts.

You needed him just as much as he needed you so instantly began to continue reading the literature textbook out loud for the two of you. As soon as you finished the first word, his hips were snapping against yours with firmer strokes. If he wasn’t holding onto your hips, you were sure to have landed face-first onto the bed.

Even though it was difficult to both talk and moan at the same time, you continued with a slight stutter to every other word, or simply missing the word completely to groan in pleasure. Trying to concentrate on talking and having Eddie fucking you was so confusing for your brain to process that it only meant that it was turning you on more as the overwhelming sensation to orgasm barrelled into your core.

Eddie sensed this and slowed down to a near standstill with his thrusts. You could almost hear his smirk as he teased, “Slowly baby, I’m not going anywhere. There’s still plenty of the chapter left before either of us is cumming”.

This seemed to set off alarm bells in your head, no way were you waiting until the end of the chapter to orgasm, there were still pages left. “Fuck this!” you shouted whilst slamming close the textbook and pushing it away from you across the bed.

“Hey Sweetheart, we weren’t done. I thought you wanted to study?” Eddie continues to mock, and you quickly realised that this was his plan. To get you as riled up as possible that you snapped and you were definitely at snapping point.

Crawling forward, Eddie’s cock slipped out of you as you turned to look at him, eyes full of lust and want. “Shut up ok? You fucking win Eddie”.

You half tackled him, planning to have just pushed him down onto the bed but you were so desperate for him that you both ended up tumbling onto the floor. This didn’t stop either of you, even though he was now laying on top of the cold, wet clothes you’d discarded earlier, as you straddled his hips, hands pushing down on his chest to keep him in place. You were only satisfied and released a happy sigh as you sat down on his cock, feeling that full sensation once more.

Eddie’s eyes looked almost black with how heated with lust he felt, his tongue swiping out to lick his bottom lip, hands hovering over your hips, watching the beautiful sight of you taking control for a moment.

Your ache and desperation to fuck him was one of his favourite sights and it was only on the rare occasion that he’d actually been able to rile you up this much. With rigorous actions, you began to ride his cock, hard and fast, hips slamming down onto his, feeling his tip colliding with your cervix with each movement. Eventually, you needed to feel more of him and leaned down, cupping his cheeks and kissing him passionately. Both of you moan into the messy kiss, tongue and teeth mixing together to assert dominance that he quickly won, his hands resting on the back of your head as his hips fucked in time with yours, meeting halfway.

Tugging your bottom lip away from your face with his teeth and then letting it snap back again, gave Eddie the opportunity to shout, “fuck, that feels so fucking good Princess”. You absolutely loved hearing Eddie praising you loudly, not caring who heard from the open window. Sitting back up, you stared down at him for a second before tipping your head back, arching your back and angling your hips slightly forward so his cock was thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. Also in this position, it exposed your breasts further to him so without any hesitation, he sat up with an arm around your waist and sucked each of your nipples in turn, his tongue flat against the nubs before he teased with his teeth.

Your fingers stroked through his hair and then gripped a handful, holding him close to your chest, enjoying the little sparks of pain from his teeth mixed with the almost blinding pleasure in your cunt.

Eddie could hear your tone change, your grip tightening in both his hair and around his cock and he knew you were close but this time he wanted you to cum, he needed it in fact as he was close himself.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, he pleaded, “That’s it Sweetheart, cum for me, I know you’re close, I want you to cum, You’ve been so good for me”.

The praises were always said at the exact moment that you needed to hear them, your pussy clenching in response which only encouraged Eddie to fuck you harder.

“Fu-Fuck, Eddie feels so good!” Your head was still tipped back but your grip in his hair didn’t loosen as you came hard. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his hard length and it only took two more thrusts as he found his own orgasm, his cum coating your cunt, seeping out of the edges and dripping into his lap.

The two of you held onto one another, grips finally loosening as you both tried to catch your breaths, enjoying the after-sex glow.

Eddie moves first but it’s only to lay sweet kisses across your collarbones, moving further up, across your neck, jaw, cheek and then lips, mumbling against them, “Sorry for being late”.

You huff a laugh, stroking a finger against his cheek, moving a few strands of hair away so that you could see him more. “That’s ok, you’ve more than made it up to me”.

He smiled softly, kissing you gently once more before shivering as a gust of wind blew through the open window. “So, back to studying?” he joked as you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not, I’m starving”, you responded as your stomach made a rumbling sound that rivalled the thunder outside.

“As my girl wishes”, he jokes whilst helping you both to untangle and stand, it takes an extra minute for you to get your bearings with your wobbly knees but then quickly rushed to the bathroom as cum dripped down your thighs. Eddie smirked at the sight, moving to his chest of draws to find some clothes for you both to wear and then clearing up the mess that had been made in his room, placing the wet clothes into his laundry basket and then finally placed the textbook back under his bed for another time.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 4 months

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✦ love poem ✦

✦ Pairing: dad!choi san x pregnant!chubby!fem!reader w/ appearances by ot8

✦ Genre: fluff/light angst

✦ Summary: Being pregnant during the holidays has been hectic. Especially for your fiance San whose tight work schedule has him under pressure. But when his best friend Hwa steps in to ease the burden on him by being there for you, it creates more jealousy than Christmas cheer.

✦ Word Count: 3.5k-ish

✦ Warnings: pregnant reader, occasionally strong language, some quick lusting after San while he's in the shower (nothing graphic), & that's all.

✦ A/N: I really wanted to write something sweet with like the tiniest bit of angst so there's nothing heavy here. It's mostly just lovey dovey shit cause, I mean, I'm a lover girl. What can I say?

Standing at the entrance of the tunnel of lights, you watch in awe as thousands of tiny bulbs twinkle to the tune of the Christmas music that coasts along the night air. Every year the local zoo holds a massive festival of lights to celebrate the holiday season. During your first year here San had plans to take you to opening night but, with his schedule being as unpredictable as it is, that never did happen. This year though, he promised that nothing would stop you from experiencing this together and he meant it.

As much as San and the rest of the boys hyped this place up to you, nothing could’ve prepared you for how breathtaking it is in person. It’s magical. The carnival rides, the little Christmas themed games, the stalls selling some of the best food you ever tasted. And the displays. They’re pure art. It may be too cold for the animals to be out but the elaborate light sculptures of them make up for it tenfold. Children race through the light tunnels while couples cuddle up in line for hot cocoa. If ever “Winter Wonderland” were a place this would have to be it.

“Stop running!” Hongjoong yells from behind you. Seconds later Mingi and Jongho dart past you in a blur. You turn in time to see the look of defeat on Hongjoong’s face as he approaches with the others close behind. “I swear sometimes they act like children,” he groans, “Take it from me. Don’t have kids. It’s not worth it.” Popping on a pair of knit gloves, Yunho gestures towards the pregnant belly rounding out your thick winter coat. “I think that advice is about 7 months too late.”

Hongjoong gasps in horror, “Oh. I mean, you know, except that one. I’m sure it’ll be a cute little thing.” You can only giggle at how flustered any mention of your pregnancy gets him. Hongjoong hasn’t quite grasped that San’s about to be someone’s dad. Even as your belly has grown, he’s managed to periodically forget what’s happening but he’s trying to be supportive and it’s sweet. Seonghwa pats you softly on the belly, laying his head on your shoulder, “Pay him no mind. She’ll be a cute little baby. Not a thing. I mean, look at her mom”

"Oh, Hwa, you’re too sweet” you blush, patting him on the cheek. “The baby! I think it kicked!” He’s right. You felt it. It’s about that time of night after all. The moment she could start kicking she did. Especially around bedtime. Suddenly they’re all gathered close around you staring at your stomach as if the baby will burst out at this very moment like some alien spawn. Woo kneels down in front of you, resting his hand behind Hwa’s. “Aah!” he squeals, “She’s saying hi to her uncles. Hi, baby!”

By now Mingi and Jongho have circled back, stopping dead in their tracks to see what all the fuss is about. “What’s going on?” Jongho asks, Mingi’s hat clenched in his hand. Mingi snatches his hat back, peering over Jongho’s shoulder, “It’s not happening is it?” Seeing the panic in his eyes, you immediately jump to calm him down, “Not yet. She’s kicking up a fuss. That’s all.” “So much like her dad already” Yeosang teases, just as San appears to push them aside. “Hands off!” he orders, shooing them away, “I go to the bathroom for two seconds and you’re already crowding my kid.”

The others just laugh, not expecting to witness such a perfect example of Yeosang’s statement so soon. “You okay? Everything okay?” he asks, fixing the scarf around your next and popping your hood over your head. “Baby, it’s not that cold.” “Temperature’s supposed to drop 5 degrees in the next half hour. Gotta stay toasty, honey.” San’s always been attentive, doing everything he could to make sure you were taken care of but the pregnancy has kicked it into overdrive.

Taking his hands, you give him a warm peck on the lips and flash a smile that soothes his worries. “I’m okay, Sannie. I promise. Now let’s go.” The tunnel’s far more mesmerizing from the inside than it is simply looking in. It feels like a portal to a different world, replacing the darkness of the night sky with constellations of red and green that guide you to the next section of the zoo. Each area has one unique to the space you’re about to step into.

A tunnel of mistletoe and vines for the flower garden. One built like a giant sleigh for the reindeer village. And that’s not even half of it. How anyone can make it through this place in one night is beyond you. Then again, not everyone is toting another human around in their belly. By the time you make it through the ice tunnel into the replica North Pole, your feet are killing you but you try to hold it together.

Between doctor’s appointments, work, redecorating the apartment, and a million other things that need to be done before the baby arrives, there’s been zero time to do anything fun. Calling it quits this early feels wrong. Especially since San's been so stressed lately. Spending time with the guys seems to be just the thing he needed to shake some of that off.

“How many more lights do we have to see before we’ve seen enough?” Mingi whines, dragging his feet. Alright, so maybe someone else is as over it as you are. Yunho slaps Mingi on the back, taking a deep breath, “Have some holiday cheer! We’re in such a beautiful place. Where else would you rather be?” “Somewhere warm! With food!” Woo adds, backing Mingi up. Jongho jumps it, never one to miss the opportunity, “And drinks! When’s the last time we all had drinks together?”

Hongjoong crosses his arms, throwing them some wicked side eye, until he realizes, “Actually it has been a while since we went out for drinks.” Woo wraps his arms around Yeosang, determined to rope him into this plan, “You in? Say yes. Say yes!” “Yeah, sure fine, whatever” Yeosang laughs, shrugging him off. Hwa clears his throat, preparing to be the bearer of bad news, “Well it’s not just us you guys. There’s kinda a 10th person here now.”

For a fleeting moment, you were able to detect some excitement on San’s face and Hwa’s words wipe it away in an instant. Everyone falls silent, not quite sure what to do with the awkwardness of the moment. “Hey,” you say, lovingly rubbing San’s chest, “Why don’t you go get those drinks?” “What? No. I’m not leaving you. We said we’d do this.” “We did and I’ve had the best time but, honestly, my feet hurt like shit.” “Then I’ll take you home and run some water so you can soak your feet” San insists, guiding you out of the way of an approaching crowd.

“San, please, for the love of god, go” you beg, looking to his friends for support. “I’ll take her home!” Hwa volunteers, “I’m not really up for drinking anyway.” San glares skeptically back and forth between the two of you. He wants to protest but he gets the sense that arguing with you is a losing battle and he’s right. “Fine” he relents, “But text me when you get home. Love you.” The way you light up when he finally gives in is one of the infinite reasons why he loves you the way that he does. “I will. Love you too.” “Love you three!” “Love you four!” you say, kissing him before Jongho begins to drag him in the other direction. “We’re not doing this all night! Let’s go!”

Parting ways is a sea of goodbyes and bickering that continues until you lose sight of the rest of the group. Hooking his arm into yours, Hwa directs you towards a festive snack stand not too far away. “Wanna eat like trash before we go home?” he offers with a mischievous grin, knowing San would murder him if he knew. You nod, playfully tearing up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Baby, have you seen my keys?” you shout from the bedroom, digging through your purse for the third time. “Huh?” San calls back, the water rushing from the shower making it impossible to hear you. Shuffling down the hall, you pop your head into the bathroom. “I was asking if you’d seen my keys.” San peeks from behind the shower curtain, shampoo bubbles dripping down his sculpted cheekbones. In an instant, you forget all about your keys. What else could possibly matter when San’s standing here dripping wet, every muscle in his defined chest glistening like gold. Snap out of it. This is how you got pregnant in the first place.

“I saw them by the stove I think.” “Thanks, ya cutie” you wink, ready to skip off to find them. “Wait,” he says before you can make it more than a step and a half away, “You’re all dressed up. Where are you going?” Scanning your outfit, you don’t see anything particularly “dressed up” about what you’re wearing. Some knit overalls with a cozy sweater underneath and your favorite boots are far from red carpet ready in your mind. “Hwa’s taking me shopping for decorations. Don’t you remember?” San frowns, only vaguely remembering the conversation, “Why didn’t you ask me?” “I did but you said you were busy today so Hwa offered to take me.”

Your phone dings in your pocket. You fish it out and find a text message from Hwa telling you he’s outside. “Ooh, speak of the devil. Gotta run.” Carefully, you make your way across the bathroom floor, giving him a kiss that you struggle to keep innocent with the knowledge of what’s behind the curtain. “Have fun and tell Joong I said hi! I’ll bring you back something!” you sing and you’re off to find your keys. San’s frozen in place, unable to bring himself to move an inch. Even after he’s heard the apartment door close, it takes him a second to get back to his shower.

It’s been two weeks since the light festival and you’ve seen Hwa every few days since. Every time San’s too busy to do something Hwa’s right there to help. When did he become so available? You always come home so happy too. Were you that happy with him? Letting the water wash over his head, he tries to shake away his jealous thoughts.

You moved here to be with him and, in that time, the only friends you’d made were his. Hwa’s just being a good friend to the both of you, helping when San’s unable to. Thinking that it's anything else is ridiculous. All of the long hours spent working must be getting to him. Hwa would never...

You would never...

Neither of you would...

Right? Right?

Pregnancy hormones. They’re the one thing no one can ever quite prepare you for. One minute you’re hanging ornaments on the tree, humming along to your music in a cozy pair of pajamas. The next you’re crying on the kitchen floor, stuffing your mouth with the cookies you baked for the holiday party tomorrow.

It’s nearly midnight and everything makes you emotional. The lights on the tree are too bright, your feet feel swollen, the cookies aren’t as sweet as you'd like, and suddenly you can’t stand the song that’s playing despite it being one of your favorites. You want everything off but then the house would be quiet and empty. You’d be reminded that you’re all alone until San comes home tomorrow and cry even harder.

You pull out your phone to call him but when you see the time you decide not to. His flight is in a few hours and he’s already told you what a long day he had. You’d hate to wake him up, to burden him any more than you feel you already have. Just as you’re about to put your phone down it lights up. A text from Seonghwa. Some adorable video of a cat dressed up as one of Santa’s elves.

The poor thing looks miserable running around in that costume but it makes you laugh enough to stop you from spiraling. Taking a deep breath, you wipe away the tears blurring your vision and shoot a text back.

You: Thanks. I really needed that.

Hwa: Why? Something wrong?

You: I’m having a crying thing. Kinda sad tonight.

Hwa: Need some company?

Without thinking, you type out the words “You don’t have to—” before erasing them and typing out something new. "Sure!"

It takes him no time at all to reach you. The streets are empty this time of night and he only lives a half hour away. Even if he lived two hours away—three hours away—he’d drive every single one of them to come support you. When you became someone special to San, you became someone special to him too. He’s never seen San more serious about anything than he's been about you and this baby. As much as he wishes that San would get out of his head a bit more, it’s cute to see him love something so much.

“Anybody home?” Hwa whispers, his eyes narrowing when he notices that your front door is cracked. “Come in” you sob from the couch, blowing your nose for what feels like the 1000th time since you sent that last text. Hwa follows a trail of discarded tissues to find you curled up on the couch, as curled as you can be this far along in your pregnancy. “Hey, hey, don’t cry” he coos, easing himself down onto the couch and resting your head in his lap, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You try to speak but you’re too short of breath to get anything out. Hwa strokes your hair, taking slow breaths in and out, “Follow me, okay? In and out.” You shake your head in protest. The whole room is closing in around you. You can’t do it. “Just try it. For me. Please” he begs so sweetly that you can’t refuse. Deep breath in, long breath out. The same way that they taught you in those birthing classes you went to. “This is total bullshit” you’d whispered to San at one point during the class but it turns out it isn’t bullshit at all.

After a few seconds, the tightness in your chest eases and the room begins to open up. The world isn’t falling apart anymore. You’re safe. Hwa sits with you in silence as your breathing quiets, dabbing away any rogue tears that drip down your cheeks. “Is San happy with me?” you ask, catching him off guard, “Is this too much for him, do you think?” Hwa laughs, knowing how extremely far from the truth both of those questions are. “Hwa, it’s not funny! I’m serious!” “I’m sorry! I’m not trying to make fun of you, it’s just—if you make him happy or not, that’s not a question. He’s crazy about you.”

Grabbing the small blanket folded over the back of the couch, he opens it up and tucks you in with it. “None of this is too much,” he swears, “You and her…” Hwa pokes your belly, making you giggle. “You guys are everything he’s ever wanted. He pushes himself so much because he wants to be perfect for you.” You yawn, Hwa’s presence and the warm blanket activating the exhaustion you’ve been fighting. “But he’s already perfect to me. Why can’t he see that?” “Mmm, it’s really hard sometimes to see ourselves the way other people do but he’ll come around. I promise.”

If there’s one similarity you’ve come to find between San and Hwa it’s how important promises are to them. If Hwa says he’ll come around then he will. They’d been friends for ages before you came into the picture. They’ve gone through more together than you can imagine. If Hwa's confident about it, then you have to believe it too. You drift off to sleep, your brain still spinning but much quieter now, trusting that everything will be just fine.

Right? Right?

“Listen to yourself. You sound crazy!” Hwa snaps, trying his hardest not to raise his voice in the midst of his anger. San tosses his bags to the floor and they hit with a thud that shakes you from your sleep. “I come home to you cuddled up on the couch with her and I’m crazy?” “She texted me last night that she was crying. What was I supposed to do?” “Tell me! And let me take care of her! She’s not yours so stop treating her like she is!”

San’s jaw clenches, the jealousy he’s been harboring turning into true pain for the first time. He thought he had this under control. Those hours of talking with Woo about how stupid his suspicions were had chased off his insecurities. But coming in, tired and cranky from his flight, to see you so peacefully cuddled against Hwa had undone all of it. He wanted to kill him and the knowledge that he was the first one you reached for when you were hurting only adds fuel to the fire currently burning his self control to ash.

“Sannie?” you squeak, stretching out your cramped limbs, “What’s going on?” You sit up, eyes still squinted, to see what all of the fuss is about. Hwa hangs his head, unable to face you, “I think I should go. If you need me I’m here for both of you.” “Wait, no!” you say, doing your best to roll off of the couch and stop him but by the time you’re on your feet he’s gone. Turning your attention to San, you immediately sense his anger. Something happened and whatever it was has him fuming.

“Baby, what happened? You can talk to—” “Is there something going on between you two?” “What?” you laugh, placing your hands on your lower back for support. You keep laughing but the sharpness of his expression never changes. He’s actually waiting for an answer. “Oh god, you’re serious. You’re actually asking me if I’m fucking Seonghwa.” “I didn’t say that.” “But that’s what you’re saying. That’s what you think of me.”

You catch yourself wanting to cry again, only this time it isn’t because of the pregnancy hormones. It’s because you waited for days to see the man you love only to be accused of something like this. San can almost see the moment your heart breaks, making him regret his doubts in an instant. “He’s been helping me because I was worried about you burning yourself out. That’s it. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Your bottom lip quivers and the tears are rushing from your eyes again. “Fuck, I’m so tired of crying” you huff, flopping back down onto the couch.

San’s at your side quicker than he’s ever been, his arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go. “I’m sorry! Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it. I know you’d never do that.” “Then why were you two arguing? Why even ask me?” “Because I’m afraid” he admits, leaving you both shocked at his admission. He’s scared, terrified, so much that it keeps him up at night. “I’m afraid I’m not good enough to be what you need me to be and it was easier to be jealous than to admit that.”

You’re frustrated enough that you could slap him but your body feels so at home in his embrace that you can’t pull away. “You’re good enough for me…for us, San. You have to believe me when I say that.” “Then why do you call him when you’re crying and not me?” “Because,” you sigh, “I’m afraid too. I don’t want to lean on you too much.” “What? Lean on me too much?” he asks, almost offended, “Lean on me all you want. What do you think I work out for?”

You giggle when you feel his muscles flex against you, “San, be serious!” “I am! Lean on me, please. We’re a team. I need you to trust me to be here.” You stare at him, your eyes beautiful enough to hypnotize him even when they’re clouded with tears. “You have to trust me to be here too, you know?” San kisses your forehead, one hand gently massaging your back, “I trust you, baby.” Closing your eyes a tingly feeling washes over you. Is it love? The Christmas spirit? The tingling is chased by a contraction stronger than any period cramp you’ve ever felt.

“The baby’s coming!” you shout, gripping your stomach. San jumps back in shock as if he didn’t know you were pregnant to begin with. “Are you sure?” “You said you trust me!” “I do! I do! Hold on!” Leaning you back on the couch, San darts around the apartment collecting all of the things he’s prepared over the last few months to make you comfortable when this happens. A bag packed with clothes for you and your favorite slippers. Phone chargers, baby wipes, stuffed animals, the snacks you love. The list is endless.

“I’ll pull the car up and come back for you, okay?” he says, propping your feet up on the coffee table as he tries to put your coat on. “Just get the car. I’m okay.” “You sure?” “I’m sure and San,” you say, grabbing his arm. “Yeah?” “You’re gonna be a great dad. The best ever.” San can’t fight the smile that spreads across his face or the slight reddening of his cheeks. You believe in him, you truly do, and for the first time, he does too.

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect.

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red.

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension. Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you.

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even.

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features.

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men.

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside.

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak.

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more.

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better.

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game.

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy.

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour.

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life.

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest.

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body.

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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hii! this request is based off of ur last one but can u pls do one where reader and tom are at a club or whatever and yn is the one getting rlly drunk and tom has to look after her 😭

love ur stuff btw baby, ur an awesome writer

TAKE CARE OF YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after you get a little more drunk than expected, it’s up to tom to take care of you - but you aren’t making it easy for him.

content: fluff

a/n: thankyou so much, i hope you like it!!

“baby, don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?” tom asks, reaching over and attempting to take the drink out of my hands. i quickly move away, shaking my head and putting the straw to my lips, the taste burning my throat as i swallow the liquid, the feeling only fuelling my excitement, a low buzz swelling my insides as all i want to do is smile.

the music pulses through my eardrums, lights flashing around the club as people messily dance to the beat whilst tom and i watch from a sofa tucked away in the corner, his arm loosely wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb stroking the bare skin, the spaghetti straps of my small black dress providing next to no coverage. our friends were somewhere within the crowd, tom not feeling like joining in, which meant that, much to my annoyance, i was stuck with him. he refused to leave my side the whole night, his protectiveness only increasing once i started to get a little tipsy.

i was now far beyond the point of being just a little bit hazy - i couldn’t even count how many drinks i’d had anymore, the alcohol pumping through my system the only thing on my mind, not considering tom’s growing worry as i become even more wasted.

“pleaseeee can we go dance?” i beg, looking upwards at him and trying my best to convince him, planting a small kiss on his neck as he sighs, looking downwards at me, shaking his head slowly.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea, you’ve had way too much to drink schatz. i’m only trying to look out for you.” he replies gently, placing a small kiss on my forehead and tightening his hold on me. my shaky hand reaches for the tray of shots in the middle of the table, grabbing whichever one was closest to me, not caring what was in it - i just wanted it in my system.

“love…” tom starts, trying to stop me from taking it, leaning forward and placing both his hands on my shoulders.

i move away from his touch, downing the liquid and feeling it run down my throat before he can stop me, shivering slightly at it’s bitter taste. “stop treating me…like a fucking kid tom. let me have a drink and just, loosen up a little for fucks sake.” i slur, my words harsh as i roll my eyes and turn to him, his face slightly hurt, lips parted.

“i’m just trying to take care of you liebe, stop fighting with me.” he replies calmly, attempting to pull me back into his embrace, leaning backwards into the sofa.

“i’m going to dance.” i mumble, standing up as my body sways slightly, showing how wasted i really am. not giving tom any time to try stop me, i quickly walk towards the dance floor, though i hear him calling my name, the music soon drowning out his voice once i near the crowd of drunken bodies, beginning to sway my hips to the music. a grin takes over my expression, my arms swaying freely in the air, the alcohol controlling my every move. my head throbs, my body becoming sweaty, yet i tune it out, focusing only on the music, until i feel two strong arms wrap their way around my waist, their hold slightly foreign.

i turn around, expecting to see tom, but the deep blue eyes that are staring into mine take me aback, my hands roughly trying to pull his grip off of my waist with little success, the alcohol taking away the small strength that i had.

“get the fuck off of me! are you crazy?” i say, trying to sound as sober as i can, but my words are almost incoherent, the guy chuckling at my struggles.

“don’t be like that. what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, hm?” he asks, his hold on me only tightening as i begin to feel like a complete idiot for not listening to tom. if i had just stayed with him and appreciated his efforts to keep me safe, then i wouldn’t be in this situation.

“i have a boyfriend fuck off-” i begin, but my voice is soon cut off by the guy being roughly pulled away from me, all too familiar black braids soon coming into my view.

“you ever touch my girlfriend again and i swear to fucking god i will kill you.” tom threatens, holding the guy’s shirt until he scoffs, letting him go and watching him walk away.

tom’s attention soon turns to me, pulling me closer to him, holding my shoulders whilst he frantically checks my body, looking for any signs that the guy had hurt me. his eyes are glassy, lips parted as ragged breaths escape from them, his hold on me strong, yet he makes sure to not hurt me, attempting to study my expression. all that is clear to see is that i am wasted, my eyes empty, not even completely processing what has just happened, my mind only longing to carry on dancing.

“are you okay baby? did he hurt you?” he asks, sighing in relief when i shake my head, quickly pulling my body into his, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and refusing to let go.

“i’m fine tom, i promise.” i say, genuinely telling the truth.

“we’re leaving now. and don’t try fight me on it, okay?” he asserts, taking my hand in his and leading me out of the bar, my walking all over the place as the alcohol is still strong in my system.

despite what had just happened, i long to be back in there, tugging tom’s arm slightly, causing him to stop and turn around, waiting for me to speak.

“can we stay? just a little longer, please tom?” i plead, pulling him towards me slightly before he reaches the doors. his eyebrows furrow, confused at my question as if i had asked something completely crazy, because to him, i had.

“really? you want to stay, even after all that? you really are absolutely shitfaced.” he replied, lacing his fingers in mine once again. “we’re going home, it’s not safe for you to be here, not when you’re this drunk.”

“you’re so boring tom.” i mumble, having no choice but to leave with him, my body too weak to put up a fight, knowing that he would win and be able to carry me out of the club, which was an option too embarrassing for me to consider, even in this state.

“if wanting to keep my girlfriend safe makes me boring then fine, whatever baby.” tom sighs, opening the doors as the cold immediately hits me, the night bringing on a chilling breeze as the dress i am wearing gives me practically no warmth. i let go of tom’s hand, trying to warm myself up by wrapping my arms around my frame. tom picks up on this, taking off his oversized black jacket and slowly placing it on me, threading my arms through the material and holding my hand once again.

“better?” he asks.

i nod my head, not bothering to think of a quick remark, the throbbing in my head only increasing as the high i was on begins to wear off, leaving a nauseous feeling to spread in the bit of my stomach.

he guides me to his car, opening the door for me and gently placing me in the seat, reaching for the seatbelt and stretching it around my tired frame.

“you okay?” he asks, his hand resting on the end of my seat to hold himself up as his upper body hovers over me from putting my seatbelt on, his brown eyes looking into mine. i nod my head, and he smiles, pecking my lips slowly before bending down to climb out of the car, walking over to the drivers side and hopping in. his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb comfortingly grazing over the soft skin, his other on the wheel as he pulls out, driving home through the empty streets, the early hours of the morning dawning over us.

my eyes falling shut, on the brink of falling asleep, i feel a strong grip lift me from the car, tom using his hands to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me inside. he slips my heels off whilst still holding me, my head resting on his shoulder. he takes his own shoes off, placing his keys on the table and walking us upstairs.

“tom?” i say, my words muffled into his t-shirt, his jacket still draped over me.

“hm?” he says, moving one of his hands to rub my back.

“i don’t feel too good.” i admit, feeling the urge to throw up as he gets the hint, carrying me into the bathroom and switching the light on. he quickly sets me down as i hunch over the toilet, finally releasing the alcohol from my system. he holds my hair in his hand in a makeshift ponytail, using the other hand to comfortingly rub my back.

“you’re okay, i’m here.” he whispers, bent down beside me as i practically throw my guts up, regret quickly taking over as i wish that i hadn’t drank as much as i did.

i lift my head upwards, feeling completely sober now, tom looking at me sympathetically. he opens his arms for me as i fall into them, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“i’m sorry.” i mumble into him.

“why are you sorry baby?” he asks, running his hands through my hair, brushing out the knots the best he can.

“you’ve had to take care of me the whole night and now i’ve just thrown up and it’s all my fault!” i complain, my eyes welling up as i find myself becoming strangely emotional.

“don’t be sorry my love, that’s what i’m here for.” he begins, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “now let’s get you ready for bed, yeah? you must be exhausted.”

i nod my head as he pulls me upwards, walking me into our bedroom. i fall into bed, completely drained, not caring that my makeup is still on, or that i’m still in my dress. tom however, does, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently lifting me upwards.

“not yet, come on let’s get this off.” he says, pointing to my dress.

“you do it.” i mutter, too tired to even form complete sentence.

he nods, turning me around so that my back is facing him. his hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it downwards slowly, moving the straps off of my shoulders and getting up, grabbing one of his t-shirts and some fresh underwear for me. he pulls the dress off me and folds it neatly, putting it to the side.

“lift up.” he says, and i obey, allowing him to put his t-shirt on me. the material hangs from my frame, reaching my knees. he passes me my panties, and i put them on lethargically, my body almost passing out in exhaustion. tom gets up, saying nothing and walking to the bathroom, coming back with some makeup wipes.

“you go to sleep baby, i’ll do the rest.” he softly says as i fall backwards into the sheets, feeling him gently wipe the makeup from my face, making sure that he gets everything off, taking extra care to not apply too much pressure and hurt me. he puts the used makeup wipes in the trash, my body on the verge of falling asleep. he takes his clothes off, climbing into bed in his boxers and pulling me closer to him.

“thank you for taking care of me. i love you.” i whisper, my eyes still closed.

“i’ll always be here to look after you. even when you don’t want me to be.” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.

i smile, snuggling closer to him as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“goodnight schatz. i love you.” he says, his voice the last thing i hear before i fall asleep.

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tooearlyforthis · 11 months

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Hi again! Alright I'm a sucker for the au where they have the first words the other is going to say to them tattooed somewhere I think it's mostly on the wrist or the one where they have a matching tattoo so if you could write one with either of those that would be awesome <3

Inked Destinies | Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Synopsis: Y/n doesn't think she'll ever find her soulmate. But what she does have, is a new friend - Steve Harrington.

Warnings: post S2 through S3 fluff, soulmate AU!, Russian torture scene

Hey! I went with the matching tattoo one, hope you like it! Also to note: an asterium is an observed pattern of grouped stars. It’s a little different than a constellation which is an official group of stars so…it’s relevant to the story I promise.

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The last person in the world Y/n L/n expected to be friends with was Steve Harrington. But here she was meeting him for lunch.

With her headphones on, music blasting, she tried to think back to a time before they were friends - before he had decided to attach himself to her like a lost puppy. They had only really known each other for a few months but it felt like he had been there the whole time.

As she rounded a corner, almost at their meeting location, she spotted him. Well, not just him. Y/n straightened her back, her hands clenching as she watched Billy Hargrove and Tommy Hagan inching closer to her new friend.

She didn’t know much about their falling out but she knew it had to do with his ex-girlfriend and his sudden personality shift. King Steve was no more; the new kid Billy soon taking his place.

As she walked closer to them she could more clearly hear what they were saying.

“Come on, Harrington, don’t be a wimp,” Billy said, crossing his arms.

Tommy rested his forearm on Billy’s shoulder and said, “Yeah don’t be a pussy, Steve.”

She watched Steve scoffed, wanting to turn around and leave. As he went to do so, his back thudded against a row of lockers, leaving him trapped.

“Trying to run?”

“Come on, man,” Steve said, trying to push them away softly. “Just because I don’t run with you guys any more doesn’t mean you gotta be mean.”

Billy and Tommy burst out laughing, clutching their chests to steady themselves. “A wimp and emotional,” Billy teased. “Are you sure you’re not a girl? No wonder you haven’t found your soulmate.”

Y/n couldn’t take any more of their antics. With one deep breath, taking off her headset, she approached the group. Steve’s eyes softened when they saw her.

“Thought you were gonna ditch me Harrington,” she announced, holding out her hand. “You coming?”

He looked back and forth between her and the two bullies in front of him. A small grin forming on his face.

“Excuse me boys,” he said, taking her hand. “But the lady needs me.” With a wink, he let her pull him away from the huddle.

Both of them couldn’t stop laughing, hands still entwined and they walked through the halls to their usual lunch spot.

Once far enough of away she let go of his hand, missing the warmth it brought her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied quickly. “I’ve endured worse than Hargrove’s petty games.”

“Good, cause I didn’t know how I was gonna me you feel better.”

“Just being you is enough.”

Y/n paused in front of the door to the theater with an upturned face. She knew what he meant. Just being in each others presence, no judgment or effort to be presentable. It was a comfortable space where they good just be themselves.

Pushing the door open, they were quick to find their way to the same spot they always went to. Right in the center of the stage. It was empty, like it usually was during this time of day. In fact, it was probably the only time there weren’t theater kids running around.

It was the perfect spot. Plenty of sitting room, lights still on illuminating the stage. Nothing but silence.

She had discovered it one day after class. Walking randomly into different rooms in an effort to discover more of her high school before graduation. There was no one in sight but a small figure on the stage, their back facing her. They turned at the slam of the auditorium doors.

It was Steve Harrington. Eating his lunch alone.

She knew who he was of course. Spending four school years together and more recently, assigned partners on a project for their government class.

At first, it seemed odd that he was alone. He was usually being followed by girls or his douchebag best friend. Sauntering through the halls like he owned them.

But that was before his fall from grace. Before Nancy Wheeler walked into school after Thanksgiving break holding hands with her soulmate, Jonathan Byers. Now, it wasn’t unusual to see Steve alone. To no longer be considered a king by their classmates.

He froze when he saw her and for a moment they just stared at each other. It was clear he was nervous, not knowing how she would react as he played with the edge of his food wrapper. But without any judgment, she climbed up on the stage next to him and began to eat her lunch.

They became fast friends after that.

🎬🎬🎬

Setting her bag down Y/n fished in her backpack for her food. She used to go off campus a lot more for lunches but ever since she became actual friends with Steve, she found herself staying most days.

“What’s on the menu for you today?” she asked him, pulling a turkey sandwich out.

“Uh just left over pizza,” he replied softly, unraveling the tinfoil-covered food.

“Left overs? What no steak? No sushi from some expensive place across town?”

It was half a joke but half being serious. She had been to one or two parties that happened to be at the Harrington house. To say it was fancy was an understatement.

Steve chuckled before taking a bite. “No uh, I didn’t have time to go grocery shopping this week so…” he held up his slice of pizza. “leftovers.”

Tilting her head, Y/n asked, “Grocery shopping? Why are you the one grocery shopping?”

He took another bite, choosing to speak with his mouth full. “My parents are out of town this month so, grocery shopping is up to me.”

“Huh…” she didn’t know what to say. Sorry your parents are absent? Does the house feel empty? She knew he hadn’t thrown a party in some time.

Thankfully he seemed unbothered, moving the conversation along. “So… I have a kind of weird question? I don’t know if you could call it that…”

“What is it?”

Readjusting his position, he angled himself toward her more. “Why do you hang out with me? I mean, why are we friends?”

“What do you mean?” She asked confused.

“That project we did in gov. is over. You don’t have to hang out with me anymore.”

She took a moment to take in what he was saying. “Did you really think I only hung out with you cause we were working in a project?”

He shrugged. “Everyone seems to be bullshit nowadays I just figured you wanted the assignment done faster-“

“-Steve,” she interrupted, willing him to look at her. She continued when his eyes fell on hers. “You’re a nice guy. Why wouldn’t I want to hang out with you?”

“I was a douche bag.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “That was then. I don’t know what happened but, I like the new you.”

Steve look down at the pizza in his lap, his eyes squinting with delight. “Th- uh, thanks I like the new me too.” Smiling Y/n returned to her food as he continued. “So since we’re friends and all and I have the house to myself, would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Outside of school.”

She looked back up at him, her heart warm. He seemed so flustered, fidgeting with his fingers. So nervous to make a new friend. It was unlike how she had ever seen him act before. Slowly she nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

“Cool, yeah, uh, cool,” he stuttered out. Trying, but failing, to focus back on his pizza.

How could this man not have found his soulmate yet? Someone who shared the same mark as him? Y/n wondered what his could be, who out there could be linked to him. But it wasn’t something people just showed each other every day. You had to build up trust with them, form a relationship so in touch with one another you could be that vulnerable. It was like opening a part of yourself to them, regardless if you ended up being a match or not.

She hoped he would find his soulmate one day. The same way she hoped to find someone with a matching asterium to the one etched onto her hip.

He was too kind to be alone.

🎬🎬🎬

Summer was right upon them and it was already too hot. The humid air somehow seeped through the closed window as it shined light into the room. Steve’s sheets were warm underneath Y/n as she laid next to him.

She pried her eyes off her book for a moment turning to look at has face. It was upside down, both of them lying on opposite sides of the bed as their faces met in the middle. He absentmindedly stared at the ceiling as he tossed a ball toward it.

“How do people know what they want to do with their lives right out of high school?” He asked, continuing to throw the ball.

Y/n turned back to her book, realizing she had been staring. “I don’t know. Some people just do I guess.”

“What am I even gonna do? I didn’t get into college, my parents are gonna cut me off any day now…I’m just stuck in this town.”

“You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she responded, turning a page of her book. It wasn’t until the thumping of his ball stopped that she knew he was looking at her.

“Do you even remember that gov project?” He asked, making her giggle. “I don’t know where you were but if I remember correctly, it involved a lot of me writing stuff down and you correcting my work.”

“There are other ways to be smart beside academics.”

Flipping over to his stomach, he asked. “How?”

“Well,” she began. Setting down her book, she then flipped over to match his posture. “You’re street smart. Always know where we are and never need a map.”

“Okay,” he said drawn out. He shuffled on the bed closer to her. “But a lot of people can do that.”

“You know how to read people too. That’s really rare. Some people never know what others are thinking.” She watched as his eyes roamed her face, flickering down to her mouth for just a second. Her breath hitched. “You are really good a perceiving what people want.”

“I am?” He asked, he face inching toward her.

Y/n felt herself entranced by him, her body wanting to move toward him. “Yeah, you are.”

Up close, she never realized how beautiful he was. His long eye lashes, the freckles that were splashed across his face. The way he stared at her like there was no one else in the world. She wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but the sound of thumping pulled her away.

From across the room, the door bursted open to reveal a young boy. He was wearing a hat and a t-shirt with a science pun on it that she didn’t understand. It was clear Steve knew who it was, sighing the second he spotted the boy.

“You don’t answer your front door,” the boy said. Groaning, Steve let his head drop. “I didn’t know you were with your soulmate okay!”

“She’s not my-“ stopping himself from arguing, he stood up and ushered the boy into the hallway. “How did you get inside?”

The boy shrugged, “You gave me a key.”

“Dustin!”

“What? You gave me a key am I not supposed to use it?”

“You know it’s only for code reds,” Steve tried to mutter under his breath but failed miserably.

Code red? What was a code red?

“Just go okay? Walkie first next time, okay?”

“But, Steve, I got into Camp-“

“-Uh uh uh. Walkie first!”

“Yes, mom.”

Y/n watched as Dustin ran down the hallway, followed by the sound of shoes thumping against the stair case. “You know I don’t like it when you little shits call me that!”

There was no answer, the door slamming in place of a response. Sighing, Steve laid back down on the bed, grabbing the ball and throwing it up in the air.

Moment over, Y/n guessed.

Lying back down, she picked up her book. “You have walkie talkies with a little boy?”

“Yes… and he’s not little. He’s like gonna be a high schooler next year.”

“Sounds little to me.”

“…yeah, I know. Sorry for the interruption I think he’s just excited about getting into Camp…nothing. Something like that.”

“Camp Know Where?” she corrected.

“Yeah that’s it.”

“He’ll have fun. I had my first kiss at that camp,” she told him, nonchalantly flipping the page of her book.

Steve was more surprised, whipping his head toward her so fast he almost dropped the ball on his face. “You did?” he asked. Y/n nodded. “So… uh where’s your soulmate now?”

She closed her book. “My soulmate? He wasn’t my soulmate.”

“But you kissed him anyways.”

“And you dated Nancy anyways,” she retorted. He raised his eyebrows at the mention of his ex. “Unless you two are soulmates and you’ve been letting her prance around with Byers at school.”

Looking back at the ceiling, he resumed throwing his ball. “No, we’re not soulmates. Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

🎬🎬🎬

It was officially summer and Y/n could not be any happier. She finally graduated high school and was already set up to go to the University of Chicago in the fall, though Steve didn’t need to know that last part.

What mattered is that he got the job he applied to in the new mall’s ice cream shop and was set to start in two weeks. To most, it was just another step of life but for him, it was everything.

The first taste of adulthood, of doing something for himself rather than to get his father’s approval. So that’s why they were on their way to Lover’s Lake. When Steve found out that Y/n had never gone swimming there before, he knew that’s where he wanted to celebrate his new job.

So on a hot Thursday afternoon, they packed up his car with swimming gear, turned on the radio, and were off.

“Are you sure we’re allowed to swim in the lake?” Y/n asked, watching trees through the passenger side window.

“Oh yeah, I’ve done it loads of times,” he responded. “Trust me you’ll have a blast.”

“I don’t know, Steve…”

“Come on, don’t chicken out on me now!” As they turned a corner, nearing their destination, a new song began to play on the radio. “Oh I love this song!”

Reaching forward, Steve bumped up the volume. It blasted through the car, making the speakers rattle. But Steve didn’t care, he began singing to his hearts content, using his one free hand to make waves out the window.

“Oh my god, you’re embarrassing!” Y/n shouted over the music.

“Live a little!” He formed a fist with his hand, holding it up to mimic a microphone as he sang louder.

She laughed as he did so, enjoying the scene he was making. Looking over at the sound of her giggles, he held out his microphone-like hand to her. With a raised eyebrow he encouraged her to sing as well.

There was a moment where they locked eyes before he pulled away to look back at the road. A split moment where she felt the happiest she felt in a long time.

With one big breath she began to sing.

It was like endorphins flooded her brain, every worry she had, telling Steve she would be moving to Chicago, the dread of finding her soulmate, it all left. And even when they came to a stop, the stereo turning off with the car, that worry was still left behind.

The two teens ran toward the dock, taking in the soft waves of the lake. The sun was out strong, birds chirping in the trees. It was the perfect day for a swim.

Steve dropped their prepared bag of the dock, wasting no time to pull his shirt over his head. Y/n followed quickly, taking off her shirt to reveal a one-piece she had bought the previous week.

She looked back up at Steve who was frozen, his hands still gripping his shedded shirt. She could tell he was trying not to eye her, to make her feel like an object as she undressed in front of him. If she was being honest with herself, she was trying not to do the same.

She always been curious what he was like under the ample amount of striped polos he owned. If not to see he was just as beautiful as his face, but to catch a glimpse of his soulmate mark. It took a lot of her to not be curious if the boy she had been spending more and more of her time with was her soulmate.

Every day it seemed that more and more people were finding theirs. Even last week, her friend Vickie found hers; some girl that was in the trumpet section of her high school band.

But as she finally let herself look down at his bare chest, there wasn’t a mark in site. She figured it was probably hidden, the same way hers was by her bathing suit.

With one final push, she shedded out of her shorts. Kicking them to the side, she instinctively wrapped her hands around her stomach. Steve was quick to comfort her.

He stepped toward her. “Hey don’t do that, okay? I like you just the way you are.”

She felt his hands on both of her shoulders grounded her. Slowly she let her hands go though he continued to look her in the eyes. Was he getting closer to her? It felt like he was inching toward her face.

But as soon as she felt the heat of his body spread through her chest, it was gone. He pushed on her shoulders, letting her fly back into the lake. With a splash, the cold water engulfed her, hair in a tangled crazy mess. She quickly swam back to the surface, gasping as air entered her lungs.

“Steve!” She shouted at him but it was no use. He was already in a fit of laughter readying himself to jump in after her.

“Cannon ball!” He shouted as he ran and jumped, clutching his knees to his chest. He splash next to her, a wave of water covered her again. She waited until he reached the surface before pushing water at him. “Hey!”

“You pushed me!”

“You were getting in anyways.”

“Oh that’s it!”

As quick as she could she swam over to him, pushing down on his head to send him back underwater. He was stronger that she thought, stopping her attack by grabbing her waist. She yelped as they throttled around in the water, laughter escaping from both of them.

It took a while but eventually they were able to calm down, floating on the surface as they basked in the summer sun. Y/n let her eyes close, focusing on the sound of the now tamed water, the trees brushing up one another.

“I hope this job works out,” Steve said, so quietly she almost missed it.

“It will. I believe in you,” she replied.

“Yeah but like, what am I gonna do afterwards? I’m not going to college and I certainly don’t wanna sling ice scream for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe you need to skip town, find something outside of this shit hole.”

He picked his head up to look at her, his body sinking slightly into the water more. “Leave Hawkins?”

“Why not?”

“I just- I don’t know… I don’t wanna leave my, I don’t know what to call them. My kids? I don’t want to leave you. A-and what if my soulmate is here? I’m just gonna skip town when the love of my life could be right here?”

“You’ll find each other eventually,” she said, letting the ambience of the lake take over.

If he was staying in Hawkins for her, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Here she was, moving away from her hometown where one of the friends was staying behind. Maybe she should tell him…

“I got into UChicago,” she blurted out. “I-I’m moving there in the fall so, if you’re staying here because of me, don’t.”

Steve picked himself up from his laying position, letting his lower body sink into the water and he treaded to stay floating. “You got in?”

She got up, matching his position. “Yeah, I did.”

“Y/n!”

“What?”

Rather than responding with an answer, he raced toward her, tackling her against the waves. Letting out a yelp her body collided with his. His arms wrapped around her waist, forcing hers to reach over his shoulders.

He held her tight and said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to put a timer on our summer,” she responded, feeling his grip on her loosen. They pulled away, leaving little room between them as her look darted back and forth between his eyes. “If I told you before it would be like this huge bummer ya know? It wouldn’t be a fun summer it. It would be our last summer.”

“Chicago is only like three hours away, it won’t be our last summer together,” he responded immediately. He was already making her feel better. “You can’t lose me that quickly, L/n.”

She watched as the gears in his head shifted to another idea. “We need to celebrate!”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “We’re already celebrating, hence the lake remember?”

“This calls for something bigger! Champagne! We need champagne!”

Before she could even answer, he began to swim back toward the dock. She watched him take long strides, his arms coming in and out of the water with perfect form. If she didn’t know he used to be on the swim team she would have been surprised.

Trying to follow quickly, she called out. “We’re 18, Steve, how are we gonna get champagne?”

He arms gripped the edge of the dock, ready to pull himself up. Before doing so, he turned back to her with a smirk. “I have my ways.”

It looked effortless, the way he pulled himself up just by the strength of his upper body. Y/n faltered for a moment, trying to stop herself from examining the muscles of his back. He was more toned that she remembered, each curve fitting perfectly into his skin.

Her eyes trailed further down to where his suit had fallen slightly. As she tried not to laugh at the side of his butt peaking through, something more interesting caught her eye.

There was a asterium marked on his right hip.

Y/n froze, almost forgetting to tread water to keep her afloat. One of her hands flew to her own hip where she knew her soulmate mark was. The marks were always in the same place. And where she knew an asterium of the Summer Triangle laid on her skin, she now knew it laid on Steve’s.

So many thoughts raced through her head. He was her soulmate? Deep down it made sense. She was only pining after him every day since they became friends.

They worked together like Vega and Altair, two of the stars in their shared asterium. The Lovers, coming from separate backgrounds only two fall in love once meeting after a change.

Reaching back down, Steve extended his hand to help her up. “You coming?”

Pulling herself away from her range of thoughts, she willed herself to take it. He helped her out like it was nothing, already moving to where there bags laid to grab the towels.

She was happy, elated that she had found her soulmate. But then there was the realization, the blunder that was Chicago. Was she really going to tell him they were soulmates only to move away for at least four years?

It was one thing to be long distance friends, another entirely to be lovers. She remembered what her parents had told her about the bond soulmates shared. The first few years are vitally important. Love doesn’t form quickly, despite the marks pulling people together. It took her parents three years before they even went on their first date.

Just because she liked him didn’t mean he returned her affections. And if they were to start dating, doing it over 100 miles away from another…

“Here,” Steve said, holding out a towel to her. She looked up him with what she could only guess was a startling expression. He touched his cheek. “What is there something on my face?”

This was the moment. Did she tell him? Ruin what could be the start of a beautiful romance? But then there was always later. When she was home from college, free from distractions. It could give their relationship the proper time to evolve.

Taking the towel, she wrapped it around herself. “Nope, no problem. Let’s go get that champagne.”

🎬🎬🎬

Out of all the ways she thought her summer was going to go, getting tortured by Russians was not one of them.

A lot had happened in the few weeks since Steve started his summer job. Y/n visited him almost every shift, even becoming friendly with his coworker, Robin, who turned out to be Vickie’s soulmate.

Dustin had comeback from his summer camp, elated that he had finally met his soulmate Suzie. She was a sweet girl from Utah who loved science just as much as him.

And while Y/n didn’t know the young boy very well, she found herself most days sitting in the back of Scoops Ahoy, trying to crack a Russian code he had found with Robin.

Codes turned into elevators which soon turned into a not so friendly interrogation.

They had punched her more times than she could count, every inch of her body writhing with pain. She knew Steve was worse from him whimpering as he tied behind her back.

The Russians had taken him away for a separate interrogation, bringing him back almost completely unconscious. She tried to wake him before screaming as they took Robin away to torture next.

“Steve? Can you here me?” she asked but there were only small whines.

They sounded almost involuntary. Pain scorching him even in his unconscious state. Sighing, she tilted her head back, letting it rest gently on her friend’s behind her.

“I really hope you wake up,” she mumbled to herself. “You’re like my only friend now. Besides Robin and Vickie I guess. But it’s different with them, you know? They don’t get me like you do…You’re so important to me, Steve…and it would be really shitty to lose my soulmate to a bunch of Russians.”

The confession was quiet as Steve stirred behind her. She tried to turn her head to look at him but it was no use. She was tightly tied the a chair.

A couple of minutes passed before the Russians came back in, this time carrying Robin who was barely awake.

“Robin? Holy shit, Robin can you hear me?” Y/n called out.

They tossed her on the floor, making her grunt on impact.

Y/n turned to look back up at the Russian commander. “You bastards!”

Slap!

She felt the cold sting of his hand across her face. The whip of pain in her neck. From behind her, she could hear Steve moan, his head lifting slightly as it banged against hers.

She wanted to call out to him, to check if he was okay. But the commander was lowering himself to meet her level. Her nose scrunched from his awful cologne.

“I’m going to ask you three one more time. Who do you work for?” the commander asked with a thick accent.

Steve tried to mutter a response but he was too out of it to say anything coherent. Y/n took over instead.

“They work for Scoops Ahoy!” she yelled. “It’s the ice scream shop in the mall. I-I just visit them on their breaks I work at a video store downtown! You have to believe us we’re fucking 18! You really think we’re spies?”

The commanders face remained still as she pleaded, not a hint of emotion behind his cold, callous face. “You really won’t break, will you.”

Y/n whined in frustration.

“Don’t worry,” he continued. “We have a way to fix that. сделай это”

“W-wait what does that mean?” No one answered her, instead she watched as another person walked over to Steve with a syringe in their hands. “Wait, hold on what are you doing?!”

She could hear Steve yell out in pain, a scream worse than anything she had heard before. As the Russian moved away, there was nothing. No hint of life coming from behind her.

“Steve? Steve!” she yelled, watching as the the man moved over to her with the syringe. “Stop, don’t you fucking touch me!”

It was too late, the tool being prodded into her neck. The pinch stung through her spine, making her yell out to control her pain. Before the pain even faded, she felt herself slip into the darkness…

🎬🎬🎬

The bathroom floors of the mall were utterly disgusting, but Y/n would sit on them all day if it meant she could finally throw up.

They had escaped the secret Russian bunker. Somehow, she couldn’t quiet remember. She saw Dustins face, a cart, some green goo in the elevator, and then Michael J. Fox on a movie screen. That was the last she could recall before her upset stomach willed her to find a bathroom.

Her, Steve, and Robin stumbled into the nearest one they could find. It was the mens room and she was thankful there was nobody else inside. And after minutes, of emptying her stomach, it felt like she could finally breath. Finally have a coherent thought.

She slumped against the red wall of the stall, needing a moment of rest after the very stressful 48 hours she had been through.

“Ugh, my mouth feels disgusting,” Robin called out. “I’m going to the water fountain.” She left the bathroom without saying anything else.

“Oh my god,” Y/n sighed. “After that laughing juice they gave us….I’m never smoking again.”

She tried to make a light hearted comment, to help Steve laugh and feel better. He was definitely beat the worst out of the three of them. But there was no response.

“Steve?”

Dread began to overtake her brain. Quickly, she crawled around the stall, pushing his unlocked door open to reveal him slumped against the wall. His gaze off into the distance.

Leaning forward, she sat on her feet and wrapped both her hands on either side of his face in an effort to get him responsive.

“Hey, are you with me? Does something hurt more?”

A beat passed before he responded, blinking slower than usual. “N-no just…trying to remember.”

Y/n sighed with relief, removing her hands as she went to sit opposite him. “Gotta respond to me okay? You have a concussion, you can’t fall asleep.”

“Sorry,” he replied softly, playing with his hands in his lap. He took in a deep breath before looking up at her. “Sorry for everything actually. I didn’t want you involved in all this.”

“It’s not your fault,” she told him. “I’m the one who wanted to help crack that code.”

“I know,” he said with a sigh, tilting his head to rest on one of his shoulders. “But I could have stopped you.”

She leaned forward, hoping that he would understand. “You couldn’t have, Steve. Wherever you go, I go, right?”

Lifting his head back up, he nodded, his mind drifting off somewhere Y/n couldn’t predict. “Did you talk to me? While I was passed out?”

Feeling her heart drop to her stomach she almost didn’t respond. “I-I was trying to wake you up if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No it’s just - I have a memory. You saying something to me. A-and if I’m wrong tell me and we can forget this whole thing but I gotta know…” He leaned forward, resting his arms on raised knees.

“Are you my soulmate?”

Y/n froze. Did she tell him the truth? That she confessed that they were soulmates and didn’t tell him before? It felt wrong to lie, especially when he flat out asked her.

“This…this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” she finally said.

She watching as Steve let out a breath, sinking back into the bathroom wall. “So I wasn’t crazy? You said- that we are- we’re soulmates?”

“No, you aren’t crazy.”

It was hard, trying to keep such a calm demeanor when internally she was freaking out. What would his reaction be? Did he like her? Was he mad she didn’t tell him? Did she just ruin her only chance at true love?

“Can I see it?” he asked.

She forced herself to meet his gaze. Softly, she replied, “sure.”

Gently, she pulled down the hem of her jean shorts, exposing her right hip where her soulmate mark lay. It felt vulnerable, showing her mark, and she guessed this was why people waiting so long before asking in the first place.

His eyes were stuck on the mark, like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, he reached to his own shorts, pulling his down to show her his mark.

It was the same, of course. A perfectly matching asterium of the Summer Triangle.

They both let there shorts go, the fabric riding up to hide the mark.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“That day at the lake, your shorts came down a little bit and I saw it.”

“Trying to get a peak of me?” he said with a grin.

She laughed, grateful to see the playful side of him coming back. “You wish.”

He was still leaning forward on his knees but somehow he felt closer. Y/n wanted to badly to rush forward and kiss him. His eyes flickered down to her lips before back up at her. Without thinking, her head inched forward.

No, right now was not the time. Covered in blood on a bathroom floor, the taste of throw up in her mouth. This was not going to be her first soulmate kiss.

Beginning to lean back, they were interrupted by the swinging of the bathroom door. Looking over, they spotted a distressed Dustin and Erica along with a slightly dizzy Robin.

Dustin raised his hands in defeat. “Why the hell did you guys leave the theater?”

🎬🎬🎬

You would think that after Y/n and Steve figured out they were soulmates they would talk about it. But no. Neither of them had said a single word.

Weeks past, the fall semester nearing, and while Steve and Y/n hung out almost everyday, it was still as just friends. She wondered why he hadn’t brought it up.

She thought he was into her. So discovering they were matches would move there relationship along. Right?

But he hadn’t said a word. Instead, on a random day at the beginning of July, he banged on her door, the sound echoing through her empty house. Rushing quickly, she opened it, greeted by not only him, but Robin and Vickie as well.

“Hey guys,” she said warily, her body leaned against the frame. “What’s up?”

Steve went to speak but Robin beat him to it. “We got the job!”

Y/n’s eyes went wide, a smile forming on her lips. “Oh that’s awesome guys!”

A few days before hand, while Robin and Steve would searching the paper for job openings, she mentioned Family Video. It was where she had been working throughout high school but with her and Brad Davis leaving in the fall there would be two vacancies. They rushed to apply, Y/n trying to put in a good word with Keith.

Somehow it worked, the two starting their new job next Monday.

“You know what that means right?” Vickie asked her.

“Uh, that you’ll be making money?” she responded unsure.

“It means, another trip to the lake,” Steve corrected. “Get your bathing suit we’re leaving now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

“Yes!” Robin exclaimed, running inside with Vickie, trying to pull on Y/n’s hand.

The two rushed up the stairs to her room, ready to help her pick out the perfect suit but she stayed lingered in the doorway.

“I-I’ll just wait in the car,” Steve said, pointing back at his BMW parked in front of her house.

“Sure, we’ll just be a minute.”

And that’s how Y/n ended up back at Lover’s Lake. Steve’s car rolled to a stop and Vickie was quick to get out, sprinting toward the dock.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Robin exclaimed, opening her door. “It’s like a double date!”

Y/n’s eyebrows squinted at the accusation. But before she could ask her anything, Robin was running after her soulmate. Getting out of the car, she began to walk down to ask her why she would say those things. Her and Steve weren’t dating. Sure they were soulmates but not an ounce of romantic behavior had happened between then.

“Hey,” Steve called out leaning against the hood of his car. “You mind if we talk for a minute?”

Turning back to him, she said, “Sure.” Securing a place leaning next to him.

“I-I know we haven’t really talked about it yet- I mean that’s totally my fault I was trying to recover with this black eye and-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Steve,” she interrupted him. "You were recovering and you know, not every soulmate starts dating the moment they find out.”

He turned to face her fully. “No but, when you told me, I just…I can’t remember ever being that happy.”

“We were covered in blood and throwing up on a mall bathroom floor.”

“Than you can see how happy you’ve made me.”

Y/n tried not to let the warmness spreading through her chest affect her. But with a smile slowly forming, Steve could tell she was happy.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out long before that day at the lake.”

Smile wide, she replied, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah. So Y/n, will you-“

She didn’t let him finish, rushing forward to plant her lips on his. He was surprised at first, his back hitting the hood of the car again. But quickly he melted into her touch, his arms wrapping around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer than she already way.

Her body was snuggled between his legs, her mouth slowly brushing against his. She tilted her head, getting a better angle that felt like fireworks were going off in her heart.

But slowly, she pulled away, seeing her lipstick stain his lips perfectly.

“-go out with me?” Steve finished and Y/n couldn’t help but laugh.

Her head fell, resting on his chest as they giggled. But slowly she looked back up at him, her body still entangled with his.

“Yes, I will go out with you.”

Leaning back in she grabbed one more kiss from him. It was short, sweet, and everything she ever wanted from her soulmate. She then begrudgingly separated herself from him, taking his hand as they walked toward the dock.

Robin and Vickie were already in the water, wrapped around each other as they floated in bliss. The sound of foot steps creaking against the platform got their attention. Looking over at the new couple, hand intertwined, they grinned widely.

“Whoo!” Robin exclaimed. “Double date!”

Steve looked over at his soulmate, happier than he had been in a long time. She smiled up at him in a way that made him never want to stop looking at her.

Repeating Robin’s words he said, “Yeah, double date.”

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calumsargwife · 8 months

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"You Are In Love"

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: the journey of how you and Calum found out you are in love.

warnings: use of cigarettes and mentions of alcohol, a little bit of bad language (if i let something out let me know!)

word count: 4.7k (damn)

note: well this one is completely based on the song from You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. i know it took a while but here it is, it's the longest i've ever written. i don't know if someone's gonna read this since it's so long but since you guys seemed to like the first one i wrote i decided to post this one. i never wrote something like this, so i hope you like it!! (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

One look, dark room. Meant just for you. Time moved too fast. You play it back. Light-hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough.

It was one of the many parties that took place at Ashton's house, people gathering for some reason to celebrate. The man honestly loved being the host, always making sure all of his guests were having a good time. The house was in a homely atmosphere (something Ashton always made sure was there), there was a little alcohol involved but nothing too crazy, the music was just the right volume and it was something everyone could dance to. There was good food and probably some fun board game that would make everyone a little more drunk.

It had all started about an hour ago when Calum decided to show up. It was cold, a November night where despite the weeks in advance, you could already feel the Christmas spirit.

Calum would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was going to see you after the last date you two had. Before knocking on the door of the house, he briefly remembered the last outing that you shared, it was incredible.

After so long Calum had finally dared to confess his feelings for you, one of his best friends in the whole world. And you, who was completely surrendered at the boy's feet, said that you felt the same. You two met five years ago and connected instantly, not knowing how or why but it happened and both of you were so happy, you felt that the time you had with each other was never enough to stop being surprised. Being friends first had given the two of them a kind of comfort like no other.

And that's how it was, in the last few weeks you shared several dates and everything was going great, you already knew each other but with all this that was happening, you learned even more things. Everything was getting more serious and Calum was scared, but he liked it.

Once inside the house, Calum took off his coat and scanned the room looking to meet your eyes, and the moment that happened, he gave you a look that was meant only for you. A look that Calum only saved for when he looked at you. A look that made you blush in the best way.

However, Calum quickly found himself being greeted by his friends. You sighed but didn't complain, you repeated in your mind the moment in which your eyes connected and you couldn't help but feel how your breathing stopped slightly because of those eyes that you had learned to love so much in this last few years.

It all ended up being just a quick glance. The night continued and after a while, you ran into Calum (well, he ran into you). He was wearing a black shirt that accentuated his figure perfectly, you would have loved to take him in your arms at that very moment. He knew that, he had worn this shirt because he knew you would like it.

You met about an hour after Calum had arrived, he was having a good time with his friends but at some point he felt that they were holding him back too much from being able to have a chat with you. 'Who am I kidding?' That was the first thing he thought when he saw you again, Calum had been wanting to talk to you all night. You were turning your back on him while looking at the big city from the balcony of the apartment. You had on a beautiful black silk dress, it left your back bare, something that drove Calum crazy.

"Missing me already?" Calum joked after he finally found you alone "I bet you're getting bored without me." He assured in a teasing tone. He approached you and analyzed you, you were wearing a gold necklace and your nails were painted red, you held a glass with some alcohol. His hand gently brushed your arm and you could feel an electrifying touch that woke up every fiber inside you. You love how he makes you feel.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his very confident statement. "I was getting along pretty well without you, actually." You smiled and looked sincerely into his eyes this time. "I missed you." You could see how his eyes were filled with intrigue at what you had said, waiting for a reconfirmation. "I really did."

Calum smiled sweetly and couldn't help but look away from your beautiful eyes for a second to calm down. He really didn't want to blush right now. "Well, I'm glad. I've been thinking about you all night."

It might seem like a simple thing but it really makes you happy to hear that he thought of you the same way you thought of him. You liked knowing you were on his mind.

Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight. The light reflects. The chain on your neck. He says, "Look up". And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough.

Of course your night didn't end there. Calum proposed that you spend the night at his house and you immediately said yes. The truth is that the time you had spent at the party had not been enough for you two.

You felt a kind of excitement as Calum drove home. You guys weren't talking much in the car, the background music set the mood perfectly and you didn't need anything to talk about either. Small talk was enough to keep you entertained along the way.

Once at Calum's house, you guys set about relaxing. Still formally dressed, you were sitting in the chair that Calum had located on the terrace of his apartment. A perfect place to look at the stars.

Two cups of coffee at midnight, one for you and one for Calum. Drinking coffee gives you the little hope that you could stay up longer just to spend more time together, because it wasn't enough, it was never enough. You two loved to talk, you always had something to talk about and it never got boring. Maybe at some point you didn't have a topic of conversation, but you guys invented something so you could have an excuse to be together. Because it wasn't enough. Calum didn't know how to explain this insatiable feeling of wanting to always be chatting with you, something that really surprised him since he was normally a person who enjoyed silence.

You smiled sweetly at something Calum had said and looked away from him so you could look at your phone for a few seconds to see the time. It was half past twelve at night, already entering the early morning. You smiled to yourself at the feeling of being calm with the boy you liked.

You were wearing a gold chain with a 'C' charm on it, a cheesy and stupid gift Calum had given you for your birthday a couple of years ago. He could appreciate how it shone in the moonlight.

Speaking of the moon, Calum realized that it was at its highest point. He looked at you and spoke to you softly, since you were still looking at your cell phone. He said "Look up" and you immediately looked up from your device. You settled into the chair with the cup of coffee in your hand and you felt how his shoulder lightly brushed against yours.

And that was it. That was enough to know what you felt.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you.

Calum was fully focused on the moon, leaving you a perfect view of his profile. The place was silent and you could still clearly hear the feeling that you now knew you had. You were afraid of being stunned by this, but actually, the opposite happened, it was all you wanted to hear.

It was so clear, so loud and so strong. You felt a pressure in your chest, that pressure was just letting you know that what you were feeling was actually true. Your insides were full of heartwarming thoughts in just a second, but you loved every single second of it.

The fact that the place was completely silent and that Calum had no idea what you were thinking about added a bit of fun to all this, if only he knew.

You were completely immersed in this new sensation, which was leaving you completely cut off from all the other things that might be going on around you.

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You returned home only the next day in the afternoon, the sky was beginning to darken. After a little argument about Calum wanting to take you home and you saying it wasn't necessary, you were finally making your way home on your own. You wanted to get some air and think about what had been revealed to you last night.

As you walked home you could feel the refreshing air in your hair and in your arms. You clung a little more to Calum's sweatshirt.

And that pressure in your chest came back. You've never liked a sensation so much. You couldn't help but smile in love as you looked at the scenery around you. The night was beginning for some.

You loved him. You loved Calum. You love him.

You just couldn't believe it. The idea of falling in love for you was something that was long gone and not something you expected to find again. You especially didn't expect to fall in love with Calum.

But at the same time you were not surprised. Loving Calum was so easy, he was just perfect. You couldn't not love him. He made it look so easy. And you loved loving him, it was something that just filled you up inside and you were so happy that the person you love is Calum.

You continued walking down what would soon be a dark street. Focusing on the sound of your shoes or how the things you found on the way home reminded you of him. Everything reminded you of him.

You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love.

Once you got home you closed the front door and leaned your back against it. You sighed while smiling. The whole room was dark, the lights still not on.

In one of the furniture where you had photos with your friends you came to distinguish your favorite photo of the whole house. It was a photo of you and Calum hugging in front of the stage where he and the boys were going to give their show later. There were hours left for the concert and you took advantage of the moment to take pictures. You smiled to yourself remembering.

God, you are in love.

Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt. He keeps his word.

It was a Sunday morning at Calum's house. The night before for the two of you had been magical. The two of you hadn't felt this connection with someone in a long time and you knew it.

You were lying on the bed, giving each other lazy kisses on the lips, on the neck, on the cheeks, on the arms, everywhere. Calum wanted to kiss every inch of you.

Calum sighed and moved slightly away from you. "I'm gonna make us breakfast, okay?" He said to then give you one last kiss on the cheek while inhaling your sweet perfume.

"Okay" You replied with a goofy smile as you watched him go to the kitchen.

A little later you stretched one last time and got out of bed too, looking for something to wear. You looked at one of the shirts Calum wears to train, you decided on a navy blue one.

As you walked to the kitchen you remembered what Calum had told you before you guys fell asleep. "I'll be here in the morning." And he kept his word, he was there. You looked at him before entering the kitchen, he was making coffee and toast for the two of you.

"The coffee smells good." You said as you walk into the kitchen. Brushing his arm with your hand when you passed by.

"I hope it tastes just as good as it smells." He answered with a smile without turning to look at you yet, taking another slice of bread to toast.

You chuckled softly, remembering the times Calum had been disappointed in how his own coffee turned out.

At the sound of your laughter Calum turned and looked at you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you in his shirt, admiring how well it looked on you. He would be lying if he said he doesn't want that to be his sight every morning. He loved having you in all his everyday things.

"That color suits you." He said admiring you while he wrapped his arms around your waist and left you a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." You answered while looking away so that your blush is not so obvious.

Calum chuckled very softly, keeping the smile on his face. He tucked one of the hairs that was on your face behind your ear and that made you turn your head to look at him.

Calum couldn't help but get completely lost in your eyes, it was something that completely mesmerized him and he knew it, he always knew it. From the moment he met you, your eyes were what he liked the most about you.

You were also completely lost by him, admiring the details of his face, seeing how there was a slight beard on his jaw, something that you knew he was going to shave later. You analyzed the small freckles around his nose, they had appeared after spending a day in the sun at the beach with his friends.

Then you raised your eyes to his and they stayed that way, looking at each other. Calum absolutely watching every move you made, admiring everything.

You don't know how long you stayed like that until you could smell the burnt smell of toast and Calum's scared face, who broke away from you in a second and immediately went to see the toaster.

A moment later he turned around and looked at you with a pout. "They burned."

Let out a laugh and you approached to give him a kiss on his pout. "We can make pancakes." You proposed with a sweet smile.

Calum smiled, completely melting at your smile. "We can, but none of those cute little eyes of yours when I'm cooking. I don't want burnt pancakes."

And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much. But it said enough.

Today was the day. 5 Seconds of Summer would release a new song. One that Calum personally wrote. And to say that the boy was nervous was an understatement.

He was feeling very scared for some reason. He didn't understand why. This song was beautiful and he was very proud of it, it was also an extremely vulnerable song that had taken him months to write, he was afraid of looking too fragile in the public eye and that people might not like it.

To be honest, it's a song he wrote for you, although he doesn't know if you were aware of this. The song talked about what it was like to let someone into your heart again and how scared he was to suffer again and to let go of all those ghosts from the past that haunt him.

God, he was nervous.

The boys had proposed to meet up for the launch, but Calum declined, declaring that this time he'd rather stay at his house with you by his side.

You two were sitting on the terrace of Calum's house. He was smoking a cigarette for the nerves and you were having some vanilla tea (it was your favorite and Calum had bought it especially for you). His leg was bobbing up and down as a sign of his current anxiety. You put your hand on his thigh wanting him to stop and you looked at him with a little tenderness.

"Cal, what's going on? You've been very nervous for the last few hours." My God, Calum hated how well you could read him.

He never talks about this, with anyone. Talking about his feelings is something he struggles with a lot, always in the end transforming what happens to him into songs. But Calum knew that talking about this with you was the right thing to do, knowing that if he wants to be with you then he has to start trusting you with these kinds of things.

"It's just... It's been a while since I wrote something like that, y'know... I know I always write about past experiences but this song is about the two of us and I don't know..." Calum sighed trying to collect his thoughts. "I guess I'm afraid of looking weak in front of everyone, I guess, I don't know..." It made him angry that he couldn't tell you exactly what he was thinking, he didn't know what he was feeling at that moment.

"Calum, the song you wrote is great, it's vulnerable, yes, but that makes it even more meaningful. I think that's going to make people like it more, you know?" You caressed his leg in search of being able to give him comfort.

"I know, I know..." Calum prepared himself for what he was going to say, it seemed to him something very stupid and meaningless but he knew it was necessary. He took another drag on his cigarette and turned so he could look you in the eye. "I think it scares me that once you know how I really feel you're going to run from me." He explained with a slightly shaky voice.

You couldn't help feeling how your heart softened for him. You brought your hand to his cheek and he leaned into it. You felt him visibly relax at your touch. "That's not gonna happen and you know it, right?"

He nodded as he studied your face with those sweet brown eyes of his. Calum didn't tell you but he really felt a weight less on his shoulders. He could feel how he was getting closer and closer to a certain feeling that he had been avoiding for a long time.

"I don't want to write a heartbroken song about you."

You kiss on sidewalks. You fight and you talk.

Calum loved walking with you down the street. Unlike his past relationships, this time he was not afraid to go out with you and show how much he liked you, he is not ashamed and wants to show the world who he's with.

But at the same time he wants to protect you, he doesn't like how public his life can be sometimes. He liked the feeling of his hands rubbing against yours when you are walking down a street with a lot of people, he liked having something just for him and that no one else can take it away from him.

His favorite part is when you're finally on some empty sidewalk and he can finally kiss you freely, he's dying to kiss you anywhere, but he knows that if he wants everything to remain as private as it is now, then he has to take certain precautions.

However, this has brought several discussions in the relationship.

"Why are you so angry?" Calum asked once he closed the door to his apartment, you glared at him a few feet from him.

"It annoys me that every time we walk into a room with the least amount of people, you immediately let go of my hand as if I were some kind of plague!" You knew why Calum was doing it but at the same time you couldn't help but get frustrated. Sometimes you wish Calum wasn't a public figure.

"I don't treat you like you're a plague! I just want to keep things between us!" Calum was frowning and breathing heavily.

"I understand that you want to have your private life but sometimes I feel that you exceed yourself! You don't want anyone to see us at all and it's tiring me!" You felt like a fool wanting to cry about this, but you couldn't help but make your eyes go glassy with anguish.

Calum sighed before answering, thinking about what he was going to tell you. The other day you guys had a fight over the exact same issue before going into a party. "If you know why I do it then why are you angry?!" He yelled at you, feeling how anger began to enter his body.

"Because sometimes it seems like you're ashamed of me!" You angrily yelled at him all your frustrations, trying to make him understand.

"You know that's not how I feel." He stated with a rather serious tone, you've never heard him talk like that.

"I would know how you feel if you would just tell me!" You are not going to deny that you felt a weight less after saying that. Calum always had trouble expressing his feelings but with such crucial things it was important that he tell you.

He clenched his jaw. "Are you always going to reproach me for the same thing? You know it's something I'm working on! It's not easy and yet you keep insisting!" Calum ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Of course I'm going to keep insisting if I don't see any change! It's always the same, I have to pressure you to tell me what's wrong with you and I don't want it to be like that anymore." You ran your hand under your eyeliner to wipe away a stubborn tear that had escaped. "I feel that you don't trust me to tell me your things and I don't know what I have to do anymore..." Now your face was covered by tears in a matter of seconds.

Calum completely collapsed seeing you cry. He quickly approached you and took your head in his hands to kiss your hair and then snuggle you against his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right, sorry." He gave you small kisses on the temple in search of giving you comfort. "I'm sorry, you're right."

One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says. 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was. He is in love.

It was another one of the nights where Calum stayed the night at your house. You two were asleep in your bed, snuggled up to each other, him being that natural warmer that he is.

Calum was lying on your chest, you were cuddling lying on your bed. About an hour ago he had fallen asleep after a tiring day in the studio with the boys. You, on the other hand, weren't sleepy, so you stayed on your phone, fooling around on social media.

Suddenly, you felt how he moved over you and how he began to wake up.

Calum moved off of you to lie next to you, he had a weird look on his face, you were trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Then he looked at you. "You're my best friend."

And you knew, you knew what was happening to him. He was in love. In love with you.

"You're my best friend too, Cal." You smiled sweetly at him and he could feel how he melted, your smiles always killed him in the best way. You put your hand on his jaw and brought him in for a sweet, passionate kiss, making sure it was one that would take his breath away.

"You're going to kill me one day." Calum hid his smile against your arm and blushed. You laughed and stroked his curls tenderly.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you. You can feel it on the way home, way home, you. You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love.

It was days later where Calum was returning from the studio to his house, he was driving and found himself stuck in traffic. Too distracted thinking about you to be bothered by the number of cars.

You guys hadn't seen each other all week due to your respective jobs and he couldn't miss you more. It was night and not having the lights on inside the car made everything dark, his mind was too busy to put on music, so he enjoyed the silence there was.

Not getting you out of his head, he started humming your favorite song. Giving little taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.

And that's when it hit him.

"Oh, shit." Calum stopped everything he was doing to focus on what he was thinking.

He couldn't help but think a 'really?'. Hell, he hadn't felt this in a long time.

Unconsciously his heart began to race. His head was going a thousand an hour and the only thing that appeared in his mind was your name.

He couldn't believe what he was feeling. A kind of pressure settled in his chest and he loved it. Calum couldn't help but smile as he ran his hands over his face and tried to hide the smile he had, even though no one was there to see it.

"I love her. I fucking love her." Calum declared as he looked out the window, the car in silence after his confession. He felt himself blushing even though no one had told him anything and how he had an incredible desire to see you.

And for the first time in his entire life, after so many broken hearts and failed relationships, Calum wasn't afraid to love. He didn't feel that irreparable fear that something was going to go wrong, he felt love, true love.

He used to be scared, so, so scared. Fear that leaving another relationship will leave him completely destroyed and without any hope of ever being loved again. Calum always had that feeling that perhaps he was destined to be alone, believing that this had been proven after so many situations in his past.

But everything changed when you arrived. From the first moment your eyes met, he knew that you had come to change his life. You became the light of his life in just a second and that scared him at first. But he didn't care, he thought if he had to have his heart broken for you then so be it. However, now he knew that it would not be like that, you were not going to leave and he knew that you were going to take care of his heart perfectly like no one had ever done before.

Calum was sure you were meant to be together.

Because he was in love.

And he wanted to believe in love for once.

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envysparkler · 17 days

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ambushes

Dick started it.

In his defense, his replacement was a twelve-year-old who looked like he was nine, and Dick overcompensated when he grabbed Jason’s arms and swung with far too much force for the surprisingly light frame.

Dick had meant to twirl him. Get that annoyed scowl off his face, because Jason could imitate a storm cloud like no one’s business, but when he blushed his whole face turned as red as a fire truck.

It was practically Dick’s brotherly duty to tease the kid, and the cuter his little replacement was, the less Dick’s stomach felt like clawing itself apart, so.

He’d been intending to twirl the kid.

But his grip was too loose and his force too strong and Jason slipped out of his grasp with a yelp as Dick sent him flying.

Thankfully, his trajectory was met with a couch.

Jason clawed himself out of the cushions, spitting mad, his cheeks turning pink, and Dick laughed.

It was hilarious. Jason’s dark glare promised revenge, but Dick was the older brother, and Jason was a whole foot shorter than him.

Dick ruffled the kid’s hair as he passed by, still grinning.

~#~

Jason continues it.

Jason continues it with Damian because the League’s where he learned it – Bruce never let them train in the Manor, and Jason had never been stupid enough to drop his guard on the streets. But the League, yes, it had been a home once, but never a safe place, not when tests and traps and tricks lurked around every corner.

Damian’s eased away from that ever-present state of alertness. Dick’s trained it out of him with praise and cuddles, most likely. Just makes Jason’s job all the easier.

He stalks down the corridor silently – Titus gives him a look but doesn’t bark, the dog is far too trusting – and, when he gets close enough, attacks.

An arm around Damian’s chest, trapping his arms, and another clamped over his mouth before Damian can even think to struggle.

Damian stills, and then twists a wrist, and there’s a knife poking somewhere Jason does not want it to poke.

Eased out of hyperawareness, but you don’t forget your instincts, not if you’ve been raised by the League of Assassins.

“If I’d been trying to kill you,” Jason whispers, “You’d already be dead.”

The knife pokes harder as Damian spits enraged, incomprehensible sounds against his hand.

“Just proving a point, demon brat.”

He lets Damian go and moves for the knife in the same instant that Damian turns on his heel – it’s easy work to disarm the kid, twirling the knife as he grins down at a furious child.

“You’ve forgotten who you are,” Jason hums idly, tapping the flat of the blade to Damian’s head and leaving before the demon brat can come up with a suitable threat in his speechless rage.

~#~

He sees the new Batgirl – he thinks she’s Batgirl right now, anyway, Babs seems to enjoy playing musical chairs with that thing – sprawled out on the couch like it’s her own home, like she isn’t mooching off a billionaire that she regularly insults.

It’s things like this that make Stephanie Brown his favorite vigilante. She has the same awe for Batman as she does for a roadside weed, she somehow managed to win reluctant approval from Damian, she drags the Replacement out of his hidey-holes, and she’s Cass’s favorite.

Considering that Cass is Bruce’s favorite, it’s another blow to the old man.

She registers him leaning against the doorframe, and tenses.

It isn’t a big thing, she’s still staring at the TV screen, but it’s obvious she’s tracking him as he gets closer.

So Jason makes no attempt to hide it. Just gets close enough, and lunges.

Steph immediately scrambles out of the way, and Jason has to boost himself over the couch to catch her – he catches her shoulder and takes her down, using every drop of his weight advantage to pin her to the ground, arms above her head.

“Jason?” she asks warily, tracking his eyes as she tests his grip.

“Stephanie,” he mocks in her hesitant tone.

Steph’s eyes narrow. “Get off me, you asshole,” she snaps, twisting her hips – forcing him to either let go or use a lot more force to keep her down.

Jason chooses to let go, straightening back up and staring down at the wary teenager. He grins, and offers her a hand up.

Steph takes it, still suspicious – but her suspicion doesn’t save her from being dumped head-first onto the couch.

“Jason!” comes the muffled cry as he saunters out of the room, “You bastard!”

~#~

The Replacement, surprisingly, is the easiest to ambush.

Jason maybe expected slightly more self-preservation from the kid – Jason’s legitimately tried to kill him two times, after all – but Tim clearly falls into the same trap as Damian.

The Manor’s home, thus it must be safe. No matter how many formerly-undead previously-psychotic killers have keys.

All Jason has to do is wait for the kid to step out of the study, his gaze fixed on his tablet as he mutters something under his breath, before reaching out and snatching him.

The Replacement is short and light, two things that make it easy for Jason to carry him, especially when the kid goes startlingly limp at the sight of Jason’s face.

He doesn’t even protest when Jason snags the tablet from his hands and sets it down on one of the side tables.

The pliant meekness is almost worrisome, if it wasn’t what Jason wanted in the first place. He carries Tim all the way to his room, rolls his eyes at the absolute mess, tucks the wilting – and sleep deprived, Jason was counting – teenager into bed, and pretends he doesn’t see the wide eyes as he turns to leave.

He pauses on the threshold. “If you leave the bed, I will hunt you down,” he promises, and makes no attempt to hide the threat in his voice.

Tim ducks underneath the covers.

~#~

Cassandra Wayne is, no doubt, the most formidable of his opponents. He cannot sneak up on her. He cannot even try.

Well, no, he can certainly try, which is how he ends up wearing the contents of a water bottle as Cass blinks down at him from on top of a bookshelf.

Jason sighs, eyes the bookshelf, and pretty quickly decides that it won’t be able to hold his weight.

“I’ll get you one day,” he warns before leaving.

~#~

“No, Jay, Jay,” Dick clutched Jason’s shoulders, failing horribly at hiding his grin as Jason rounded the edge of the deck, “I swear, Little Wing, don’t you dare –”

“I think you need to cool off,” Jason laughed, and tried to pry Dick off.

“Not getting rid of me that easily, Jaybird,” Dick said, holding on tighter.

Jason considered him for a moment, before his face split into a wide, devious smile. Dick had just enough time to think uh oh before Jason sprinted the last few steps and jumped into the pool. Dick yelped, but there was no time to disentangle himself before they hit the water.

“Told you I’d get revenge,” Jason grinned.

#my snippets #jason bullying his siblings #dick started it

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Kid Leo Au: Fanfic

| Here's the old fic I promised <3 I don't like the way I wrote it so it won't be posted on ao3, but I figured it'd be a fun supplementary reading for the comic! |

CW: Almost death/dying, uh some crying.

Leo couldn't hear or see Krang Prime anymore. A fact that was both comforting and terrifying.

His body ached, the lack of a distraction making his wounds throb in time with his heartbeat. He tried to mentally note his injuries, to think of how he would have treated them if he ever got home.

Something in him told him he wouldn't be going home, though.

And as much as he had been prepared for that….it still made his chest ache.

He squeezed the picture of his family a little tighter, letting his tears dissolve into space.

The thought almost made him want to laugh. He hadn't cried like this in so long, who knew all it took was having the shit beat out of him and being left alone in another dimension? That wasn't a good joke. He was pretty sure it wasn't a joke at all, actually.

That made the internal laughter die off pretty quick.

It was so..cold. Not cold, but…there was an absence of warmth. If anything, it felt like…nothing. Like he was floating through nothing.

The silence pierced his ears, the impenetrable ringing making him shake his head - an attempt to make some sort of sound that wasn't swallowed up by the black hole around him. He did it again and again, unable to get rid of the all-consuming silence around him. His ears rang with it - the effect a lot like being trapped in a soundproof room.

Hell, he preferred the krang shouting at him and beating him into the ground over the silence. At least he didn't feel like he was losing his mind. If he concentrated just so, he could hear his heartbeat. He shivered involuntarily, shaking his head again to try and focus on something - anything, else.

The silence droned on for several minutes, Leo trying to distract himself from it by reminding himself what it was all for. Who it was all for. He stole a glance at the picture through bleary eyes. It was a good picture. They all looked so happy.

Leo stifled the remainder of his tears and let out a long sigh.

He could handle the choking, stifling quiet.

He could take a little silence before Kraang Prime inevitably wiped him off the face of the Earth. Or -since they weren't exactly on Earth - blipped him out of existence.

The thought made him feel nauseous, though that could be from the sensation of weightlessness. Like he was falling through the air in slow motion - never to hit the ground again.

More tears fell.

Who was he kidding - he wasn't meant to be alone like this. He'd never been alone before. He'd always..he'd always had someone.

Leo's sniffles were the only thing that broke the silence, and even that didn't last long.

Years of silently crying in his room were not being his friend right now. He wished he'd been a screamer. He wished he'd thrown tantrums and screamed along with his music and wailed at the top of his lungs.

At least then it wouldn't be so painfully quiet.

The ringing continued, Leo finally managing to zone out a little when a sort of 'fizzle-pop' sound started up somewhere behind him.

Warmth spread on his shell, a faint glow peeking out from behind him. A crackling sound filled the air, Leo rolling over in the big open space to see what it was. His heart raced at the thought that it was the kraang again, just waiting for him to turn around before striking him to the ground again.

A bright orange light flooded his vision. Was this what everyone talked about? The light? He'd never really believed in that stuff, but he imagined this is what it might be like. Good to know everyone else was right - he couldn't help but feel a little bitter about being so wrong.

The light grew, Leo squinting against it. It was warm, taking up his entire vision. It almost looked as if the very sky had broken open. But it was so warm, it must have been that light. The one that you weren't supposed to go into. and yet he wanted so badly to go into it.

Leo reached for it, wanting nothing more than to be cradled in that light, for the crackling sound to invade his senses and get rid of that horrible ringing. Even if it was the end, it was a hell of a lot nicer than the silence.

He squinted, eyes adjusting to the light as it grew larger and larger. As it did, he recognized it for what it was.

A portal.

His brothers took shape beyond the light, grinning at him with shining eyes. Like they were waiting for him, just behind that opening. He thought it might be a hallucination at first, but that didn't stop him from dropping a solid one-liner.

He winced at the effort, but grinned nonetheless, " took you guys long enough".

Nice One, Leo.

Even if this was some hallucination right before he died, he could still get a joke or two in.

To his surprise, Raph activated his ninpo and reached out with one of his large, red hands, grasping Leo's in it.

It was warm. It shouldn't have been warm, but it was to him. Leo could sob from the feeling. More tears bubbled up from his chest and he grinned up at his brothers, hurrying to blink them away before they saw. He couldn't be caught crying now, after all that had happened.

Raph tugged hard, pulling him closer and closer to the portal.

If he had the energy, he'd make a joke about how this was way better than floating in a wasteland. Leo wanted nothing more than to hear them laugh, even if it was fake. Even if he made the world's worst pun.

The feeling vanished almost immediately when the rush of air and the screech of the kraang came from just under him. He chanced a glance back, the giant red eye staring back at him. Even if it was just armor, it felt like it stared right through him.

Metal claws surrounded him, and Leo almost pulled his arm back - out of Raph's grasp. He wouldn't let the krang win - he couldn't let them win.

He glanced back again, his chest seizing a little at how close he was already. But then Donnie shouted from the portal and Leo turned his attention back on his brothers. He didn't want the last thing he saw to be that red eye.

If he made it out of this alive, he'd have to tell Donnie how badass he looked just then. The thought passed so quickly it almost made him laugh - even if he was so sure the kraang was gonna grab him.

The drill went flying past Leo and into the kraang's face, Raph dragging him to the portal with all the force he could. Leo went flying, the breeze as the smells and the sounds of New York hitting him all at once. He landed hard on Raph's plastron, groaning when he was deposited on the ground instead.

Now that he had gravity back, everything hurt even worse.

"gu-guys!?"

Leo winced, but sat up a bit and looked at his younger brother.

Mikey was trembling all over, a faint orange glow still emitting from his shaking limbs. He held his hands out in front of him, staring down as they crackled, pieces flecking off and floating away in the breeze. He dropped to his knees, Raph and Donnie rushing to his side. The portal had zipped out of existence, but Mikey was still crumbling.

Leo rolled onto his knees, his wounds screaming for him to stop.

No, no, he wouldn't lose Mikey like this. He wouldn't let his little brother die. Not like this, not for him.

Leo crawled over on shaky limbs, holding back groans of pain. He had to do something. There had to be something he could do. His ribs ached with each breath, but Leo grabbed for his brother, already pulling him close - as if he had any clue what to do for him.

" Le-leo!" Mikey was staring at him, his arms starting to fleck away from the fingertips down. Leo could only stare for a moment, eyes already burning with tears again.

To his credit, Mikey gave him a tearful grin. Like he was glad to have done it.

But Leo would never forgive himself.

" No, no, c'Mon Mikey-" Leo winced, squeezing Mikey a little in his arms. He didn't know what to do. His thoughts were zipping by, all the medical knowledge in the world doing him no good. He didn't know anything about this.

Donnie put a hand on his shoulder, Raph taking up the other side. They each squeezed, hands trembling where they touched him. There had to be something…anything they could do.

Leo couldn't help it. He let out a sob. He did seem to be crying a lot lately, huh?

Mikey was still shaking, his eyes squeezed shut. Leo hated it - he could feel how scared Mikey was. How terrified he was to be dying.

There had to be something- anything!

Leo squeezed him tighter, trying to hold his brother together like glue - keep him here just a little longer while he thought of a plan.

Think, Leo! Think! You're supposed to be the leader-

Leo begged for something - for any kind of plan. He thought back to everything they knew about their ninpo- maybe his powers?

Something. Anything.

" I WO-WON'T LET YOU GO, MIKEY!" he sobbed, curling into his brother and just hoping for something to happen. Raph choked back a sob next to him, gripping his shoulder a little too hard.

Something in him broke free with that, his powers crackling at his fingertips. He felt lighter suddenly, as blue lightning crackled down his arms and into his younger brother's form.

Leo shut his eyes, feeling nauseous, but he couldn't stop! Mikey needed him-

He could feel it, he could feel the power flowing through him and into Mikey - like a current of a river rushing and rushing and rushing towards his brother.

And it was working.

Leo chanced a glance at Mikey - his eyes had shut, but he was reforming. Blue light filled in the cracks, Mikey's arms slowly taking shape once again.

Leo grinned, tears slipping down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and squeezed tighter, sobbing into the embrace. He felt like something was being ripped from his very being, but it'd be worth it. It'd be worth it to keep Mikey safe.

The current continued. He willed it to continue until Mikey was fixed, until he was better and every piece of him was back in place. The ground swayed beneath him with each pulse of energy that left his body, but he had to keep going. He had to fix his brother.

Something was changing for him, too, but he couldn't place it.

It didn't matter.

He couldn't stop until Mikey was back together again.

He rode out the feeling of nausea. He could do this.

He could do it.

" I got you, little brother, " He murmured, letting the feeling take over. The blue light consumed him - he felt himself slipping away and checked once more to be sure it had worked before letting himself succumb to the blue light of his own powers. Everything was hazy and blue and he felt lighter than air. His heart was racing, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

He felt himself fall into Raph's side, someone saying something. He couldn't hear them.

Mikey was safe. Mikey was safe and he had done all he could.

As long as Mikey was safe, he could rest.

He could finally rest.

Donnie was not a fan of all this mystic stuff. Even if he had somewhat mastered his own powers, his brothers' powers still eluded him. Especially now that Mikey had mystic hands or whatever. Raph's clone thing was somewhat more tangible ( literally ), but Leo and Mikey's abilities still felt too unreal to explain. He'd tried once to take a scientific approach with Leo's portals and met a wall.

He couldn't even begin to explain what seemed to be a literal demon living in Mikey's weapon - not to mention the whole chain and fire business - it was all too much for him to comprehend. He was somewhat relieved when he'd gotten his nunchucks back - at least there wasn't some sort of creature living in them. He hoped.

But this took it to a new level.

It was one thing for Mikey to open an interdimensional portal, it was another to watch Leo use his powers to fix Mikey's dissolving form.

And then to watch him shrink into blue light and become a small child. He felt the same as when Mikey had opened the portal, Leo's powers seeping into his arm and pulling something from him - pulling his energy from him. His skin had crackled and lit up just like Mikey's, but with a brilliant blue light shining through it. And he didn't dissolve into nothingness like Mikey had been doing.

His first thought was time travel, but his second thought was what if this Leo had sustained the same injuries?

He could worry about the why's and how's later, for now they all needed immediate medical attention. He couldn't see anything outwardly, but it was hard to tell when Leo was entangled within his wraps and sash, the pieces of fabric too large for him now.

" Raph, call April, Papa and Casey Jr. And tell them to meet us at the lair, " He informed, taking a deep breath so he could keep it together. He'd had a lot of ups and downs for the past few minutes, but he could keep it together to play family doctor for a bit.

Mikey was awake, at least, and was no longer dissolving into thin air. He sat up, staring in surprise at the literal child that had replaced Leo. Or, was Leo. Was Leo - but was also a child. Ugh, it was too much to think about right now. He'd have to file the time travel nonsense away for now.

" did…did everyone else see that?" Mikey stammered out, his eyes moving from his arms to Leo, " I'm - he healed me!"

" yes, and probably not without major consequences - oh would you look at that, major consequences, " he motioned to Leo. Or tot Leo. Little Leo. He wasn't sure What to call him. Hopefully it wouldn't be a problem for too long.

Raph had broken from his own shocked stare to do as Donnie had asked, currently on the phone with April - if Donnie had to guess from the over exaggerated shouting on the other end. He wondered if she and their father were okay. If Casey was okay. If anyone had been majorly injured.

Donnie caught himself beginning to zone out and shook himself out of it. Right. Act now, shutdown later.

He pulled Leo into his arms, the kid squirming a little at the touch.

" Stop- stop moving, " He hissed, keeping Leo close to his chest. The slider didn't seem to acknowledge him. He seemed to be just as out of it as Donnie felt.

Donnie's mind supplied a concerning amount of reasons why, and he found himself hurrying to stand and start for the lair. They had to get home and check him for injuries fast. He mentally checked off what he remembered about concussions - pizza supreme, what if Leo had accidentally fried his brain? Was that even possible? Could mystic powers do that?

" Donnie?" Mikey was following him. Good, they needed to get a move on.

" We've got to hurry- if 'child Leo' has sustained the same injuries, we're working on borrowed time. We'll have to deduce why this happened later, " He rambled out, letting his feet carry him in the direction of what he hoped was the right way home. He glanced at his wrist-tech, the crack in the screen making it difficult to read. " I assume its something to do with his powers, but I don't have- I can't make a clear enough hypothesis just yet"

He knew he was being snippy, even for him, but talking hurt.

Opening his mouth and forming words felt like the worst thing in the world, but he willed himself to hold it together.

Hold it together for Leo.

Kid Leo Masterpost

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