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hannieehaee · 5 months

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2 - hhu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, conflict resolution, direct continuation to this, fluff, happy ending, etc.

part 1

wc: 3889

a/n: literally so many ppl requested thisjhdf im glad u guys liked it!! im working on vu and pu versions for this rn btw <3

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seungcheol -

seungcheol sat there for a minute or so, simply pondering at what had just happened. it was 100% his fault, that was something he was very well aware of. he knew that it had simply slipped his mind, but that did not wipe away the hurt he saw in your eyes upon entering your shared apartment. knowing that you had been waiting for him all day made him feel like an asshole. he couldn't believe that he had forgotten about your birthday even upon coming home at midnight the night prior. he felt like such a hypocrite, always whining at people to give him royalty treatment on his birthday but absolutely ignoring you during yours. you, his most favorite person.

he felt hurt that you had decided to spend the night with some friends, instead of in the arms of your boyfriend, but he understood. this was what he deserved. god knew that he wouldve pulled out all the dramatics if you had done the same to him, which was why he was now at a standstill, not knowing what he should do. he wanted to see you so badly, get on his knees and apologize, letting you know over and over again that you were the most vital person in his life and that forgetting you was something that not even he could forgive himself for.

now, he could've sat there and lamented himself over his stupid mistake, or he could run after you before you made it out of the building. he did not want you going to bed angry, or much worse, sad, so he picked the latter and got off his ass to chase after you, not caring about his current exhaustion as he took the stairs rather than the elevator in order to be able to catch up to you before you made it to your car.

luckily for him, he was able to catch you just as you stepped out of the elevator (having ran down five flights of stairs and almost injuring himself in the process), completely unsuspecting to his sudden ambush. he hadn't noticed until now, but you had dressed up, clearly ready to go clubbing or partying with your friends. he felt bad to get in the way of your plans. no, he felt horrible to accidentally ditch you and then ruin your plans. but he needed to at least try and make amends. he knew that if this were him, he'd want you to try and make it up to him.

you jumped back a bit at seungcheol's sudden apparition as you rounded the corner upon exiting the elevator, seemingly not having expected him to come after you.

"cheol, what are you doing?", you didn't seem mad, but your tone let him know you were clearly not content with him.

okay, he didn't think as far as this. his main goal was just to convince you to stay, then he would come up with a way to make it up to you.

"baby, i ... i'm so sorry. i know how hypocritical this is coming from me. i never meant to forget, you know that! there's nothing i can do to make up for having forgotten about you today, but please, please let me try."

"cheol .. i don't know," you paused, "last year when i texted you at 12:03 you complained about it for over an hour. you're the one always making a big deal about this. i assumed you'd care when the shoe was on your foot, but apparently not."

"i do! i do care. baby, please. let me take you out. ditch your friends. i'll take you somewhere. anywhere. i'll even take you out tomorrow too! i'll take the day off. how does that sound?"

"you cant take the day off, cheol. you're an idol-"

"i dont care! they can come and try to drag me away from you if they want. i want to be with you. please let me. please don't leave. cant stand the thought of you going to sleep alone after what i did."

you chuckled at the first half of his statement, feeling touched at the second part of it.

"are you sure?"

he scoffed, deciding to go on a leap and hold onto your hands, pulling you closer to him, "yes! there's nothing i wanted to do more today than be with you! it mightve slipped my mind that today was the day, but i had a beautiful day for us planned, baby. will you let me show you? please?"

cheol knew it was hard for you to say no to him, specially when he whined and pouted at you, giving you his best performance in order for you to understand how badly he felt. it didn't take much more for you to break, finally letting a smile graced your face as you squeezed his hands in yours.

"you better make this worth my while, choi seungcheol," god, he hated when anyone called him that, but you were the exception.

"always."

wonwoo -

wonwoo was astonished at himself, for lack of a better word. he had never been more disappointed in himself than in this moment. sure, he didn't take birthdays too seriously, and he knew you didn't either, but you always made him feel so special on his day he had only wanted to do the same. he was a lowkey guy, so his ways of showing love sometimes went unnoticed by most people, except for you. you accepted the subtlety of his love, loving him all the more for it. he felt terrible that today he showed you the exact opposite of what he had planned. he had taken weeks to perfect the dinner he had wanted to make for you, having prepared a romantic night for the two of you. all he wanted was to make you feel loved as he held you through the night, but his plan had stupidly slipped his mind.

what kind of asshole ditches their significant other on their birthday? for a stupid video game out of all things? as soon as wonwoo communicated what you had texted him to mingyu, his roommate couldn't help but scold him, telling him this was very uncharacteristic of him. which it was. everyone knew wonwoo to be a very sensible guy. it was very rare for anyone to have their feelings hurt by wonwoo. the guy was just simply too emotionally intelligent to ever be perceived as a hurtful individual. except now he had shown a careless part of himself that rarely ever faced the surface.

he was unsure of what to do. it was clear by your messages that you did not want to see him. you quite literally had asked him to not come. your texts to him were always filled with love, somehow being able to have your affections to him transcend even through text. but these were cold, and with good reason. still, wonwoo did not want to give up. the only thing that would be worse than ditching you on your birthday would be to stay where he was, knowing you were not only upset but also hurt by his actions. or rather, lack there of.

so, wonwoo was now on his way to you. well, to your apartment. you had mentioned in your messages that you would be out with friends due to his absence. it killed him that you had chosen to be with your friends over him, but he was fully aware that he only had himself to blame for that. he was glad you at least had someone to be with while his forgetfulness kept him away from you.

he had a key to your apartment, often heading over to fall asleep in your arms after a grueling day of being an idol. upon arriving there, he knew you'd be gone, so he allowed himself in, hauling in all the ingredients he had packed with him in order to make you the dinner he had been planning all these weeks. he was unsure of when you'd arrive back home, so he needed to hurry just in case. there was also a chance you'd come back in the early hours of the morning, knowing you would sometimes stay out with your friends til 1 or 2 in the am. having practiced this dinner multiple times, wonwoo was able to have it all done by 10, hoping that you'd arrive soon so the dinner wouldn't go to waste. he took care of the ambience, lighting candles and even moving furniture aside to make space for his set up. all he had to do now was wait for your arrival.

it had taken you around two hours to arrive. wonwoo had simply sat there waiting for you, not wanting to contact you as to not disturb you. okay, maybe he had maniacally texted you back earlier, apologizing for his mistake over and over, but had received no response, so he had decided it'd be best to just wait for you to arrive on your own. and now you were here, crossing the door to your apartment.

you stopped upon spotting him, widening your eyes before taking note of the dinner table behind him, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

he smiled sadly at you, slightly unsure of what to say, "i cooked for you," he paused, continuing upon seeing your confusion, "im so sorry. time got the best of me. i cant believe it slipped my mind. i knew it was today, but i got too distracted. i never wanted to make you feel like i didnt care. i do. so much."

you stood there without saying anything, still carrying a slightly shocked expression on your face. so he continued.

"baby ... please, have a meal with me. i prepared all this for you. this is what i had planned for today, if only i hadnt forgotten. let me make it up to you, please. i already called off tomorrow. i had a whole day planned for us, but i'll do whatever you want. if you want me to leave, i will. just, please. i need you to know how much i care. i love you, you're everything."

you continued to stare at him for a bit, a soft smile slowly breaking into your features before responding.

"nonu .. you didn't have to do all this. i'm sorry if i made you worry. this is ... it's such a sweet gesture. of course i want you to stay. all i wanted all day was to be with you," it melted his heart that you had wanted him all day, but were separated by none other than himself.

he pulled you into his arms halfway through your response, humming as he felt you hug him back. nothing felt as nice as your touch against his.

"im so sorry, beautiful. this will never happen again, i promise."

"i love you, wonwoo. thank you."

"happy birthday."

mingyu -

mingyu had never hauled ass quicker than at that moment, not even bothering to say goodbye to his roommate before grabbing a jacket and sprinting out of the door.

he couldn't believe his behavior towards you. you had always been a top priority to him, and to now realize he had forgotten your birthday gutted him tremendously. but what got to him even more was the knowledge that you had probably been waiting all day for him, having agreed beforehand that he would make space for you on your special day even through his packed comeback schedule. the sole thought that you, the bestest person he had ever met, had sat alone waiting for him all day, made him feel like the worst boyfriend. so now he was quite literally running in order to get to you.

the dryness of your voice during that call should've been the first hint that something was wrong, but what really made the alarms go off in his head was your lack of response when he said 'i love you' to you. mingyu knew it was dumb to care so much about it, but he thrived off words of affirmation, so your lack of response made him immediately assume something was wrong. you had never not reciprocated his words of affection, much less hung up on him. the moment he expressed his concerns to wonwoo, he was reminded by his roommate that 'oh wait, isn't it their birthday this week?' suddenly his mind started spiraling, now remembering that he had forgotten his boyfriend duties on the most important day.

it didn't take him too long to get to your apartment. okay, he didn't actually run there, he was just being a tad bit dramatic. but dramatics were necessary in this situation, which is why the moment you begrudgingly opened the door after his incessant knocks, allowing him inside, he immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at you as he rambled apologies at you.

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. god, i don't know how i forgot. i swear the day just slipped my mind. i had plans ready, i swear! i've just been so busy with the comeback- not that that's an excuse! you have every reason to be mad at me. it won't happen again, i promise, i-" mingyu wasn't sure when exactly he was going to stop listing off constant apologies to you. he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying at this point, just repeating himself over and over again, letting it slip past him that you were now standing above him, holding in your amusement at the state of the pleading man before you.

"mingyu, please get up."

like an obedient boy, he got up, now towering over you as he usually did. he immediately held onto your hands, bringing them up to his chest as he continued his apologies.

"you have every right to be mad at me. i neglected you and forgot about you when i shouldn't have. i didn't even wanna come home to wonwoo tonight! i wanted to come to you! but we have a schedule early tomorrow morning, so it was just easier. but i'll cancel! i'll stay here with you! i wanna make it up to you-"

"mingyu, shut up!"

that was enough for him to slam his mouth shut immediately, looking at you as he waited for your next command words.

"mingyu, listen. i understand. i was hurt you forgot, but i understand you're really busy right now, okay? i'm not angry at you. you don't have to cancel your schedule either. i don't want to get in the way of-"

"i'll do it! you're my top priority, baby. you know that."

"i still don't want you to cancel, gyu. it's fine. i'm not angry. i appreciate your apology. just wanted to be with you today .. i'm sorry if i made you worry," you looked down, almost as if embarrassed by having felt hurt by his actions. this made mingyu melt with guilt.

"no, baby. fuck. how can i make this up to you? can i stay here tonight? hmm? i'll cook you dinner and wake you up with breakfast. i'll even cut my schedule short for tomorrow so i can be back home with you earlier. how's that sound?"

"sounds perfect mingyu, thank you," he took this as confirmation to finally hold you in his arms, swaying you back and forth as he hummed the birthday song lightly against your ear, causing you to giggle against him.

vernon -

everyone was aware that vernon could sometimes be a little too chill for his own good. he didn't make too big of a deal about most things, simply going with the flow and allowing things to evolve on their own. except that could not be done in this situation. right now, he needed to make a choice. give you your space, or run home to you, tail between his legs as he apologized for ever having forgotten about you. the last thing vernon would ever want was for you to not feel the immense amount of love he's always had for you. he knew he could be bad at showing it sometimes, but you were the absolute love of his life, which made him feel devastated over and over again as he kept rereading your texts.

'maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you.' that was what you had last sent to him exactly thirty-eight minutes ago. how could he just sit with that for the rest of the night? specially when all he wanted to do was be with you and hold you and kiss you and show you how incredibly obsessed with you he was. he was never good with dates, but he had always gotten any and all dates pertaining to you right thus far. he even had a gift for you he had purchased a few months back, but he had stupidly forgotten the day he had been preparing for was this week. this mistake was an outlier, truly, but it hurt you nonetheless, which was all vernon cared about at the moment. he couldn't believe you'd been having to hint at your birthday while your boyfriend remained clueless. you must've felt so dejected. he winced at the thought.

however, right now was not a time for lamentations. even if you kicked him out and told him to get fucked, vernon had to at least try to come home to you now. he quickly went over the situation with his members, explaining that he had been a total douchebag and neglected you. that earned him scoldings from all members present, calling him all types of names and demanding he head over to your apartment right this instant to beg for forgiveness and hope you wouldn't just send him right back.

so now he was on his way to you, despite you having instructed him to stay away. he wanted to respect your wishes, but he couldn't go to sleep tonight knowing your heart was still hurt because of him. he needed to at least see you and have you know that he was willing to try and mend things. vernon wasn't one for public displays, nor was he one for dramatics, but he was willing to pull all stops for you if it meant you'd forgive him. which was why he was currently running through the hybe hallways as he called up his driver to be ready to take him to your apartment as soon as he reached the parking lot.

he had had time to think over a game plan on the way over, except nothing came to mind. the two of you had never fought before. sure, there had been a few minuscule spats here and there, but he had never seen you angry at him before; he'd never given any reason to be until now. he didn't want to freak out over this, but knew how hurtful it must've been for you to feel so neglected by the person who's supposed to love you most, so he felt a pit in his stomach with the worry that maybe this would be enough for you to finally snap at his forgetful tendencies and end it. he didn't have much time to think about this, however, as he now stood in front of your apartment door, fearful of knocking on it.

the decision to open the door was made for him, as you incidentally opened it yourself, yelping at his apparition on the other side of it.

"vernon? what are you doing here?", you didn't seem angry. you seemed more confused at his presence. that was good.

"i- uh ... i'm sorry."

okay, kind of a bad start.

"vernon. i told you not to come over tonight. i'm sorry, i'm not really in the mood to see you right now," even though you didn't appear angry, your eyes wouldn't meet his, making him deflate a bit.

"are you mad at me? i'm so sorry. i didnt mean to forget, i swear," vernon knew there wasn't much he could say past that, but he wanted you to at least know he regretted his neglect.

"i'm not angry, vernon. i'm just a little ... sad. i tried to be subtle about it. i mean, i dont even care for my birthday that much, but i hoped my boyfriend would at least remember it."

"baby, god. i am so fucking sorry. i never meant to make you feel like i didn't care. it just slipped my mind. i know it's not a valid excuse, but i need you to know that it doesnt mean anything. i'm just a fucking idiot. i'm sorry."

he was rambling now. somehow you being hurt by him trumped the chance of you being mad.

"vernon, it's fine. i dont want you beating yourself up about it. i'll get over it. i just need space tonight. i was about to go meet with a friend before you got here," you seemed like you just wanted to get out of the situation, clearly feeling awkward at even expressing your disappointment at him. it made vernon feel like even more of an asshole.

"no! be mad! you shouldn't get over it. i should be making it up to you. stay. please. i'll do anything you want. i'll take tomorrow off. we can do something together. anything you want. i have a gift for you and everything! i got it while in japan, the date just slipped my mind, i swear. please stay. i don't want to leave you alone if i made you sad. please."

"vernon ..."

"please. i don't want to force you. if you want to leave, i'll accept it, but let me make it up to you. i dont want you to feel like i dont care. i do. i know i dont express it much, that's on me. i'll make it known. i'll show you. i don't want to hurt you again, i-"

he was unable to finish his sentence, now stumbling back due to a sudden weight against him. you, with your arms now wrapped around him as your face nuzzled his neck. he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in as he lowered his head to breathe you in, humming as he felt the relief of having you in his hold.

you pulled away too quickly for his liking, eyes slightly glossy but not enough to consider it worrisome, "i forgive you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to exaggerate. i did feel neglected, but-"

"but nothing. don't apologize, please. this won't happen again, okay? i love you."

"i love you too," you smiled at him before pausing, "i .. do you wanna come in?", you seemed a bit sheepish, probably feeling awkward at hearing vernon ramble apologies at you for the past five minutes, showing way more emotion than he usually did.

"come in? oh, you're not leaving? wait, don't answer that. yes," he held onto your hand before you could say anything, pulling you in for a quick kiss before leading you into your apartment, all under the promise to make up for his previous carelessness and never make you doubt his affections for you ever again.

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penny00dreadful · 5 months

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Fettuccine - Part 5 - Complete

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

Written for @steddievember

Prompts: it's orgasm time! Dom Steve, sub Eddie.

Eddie was sweating fucking bullets.

The clock was ticking down and he was sitting on his bed, waiting for Steve to arrive, waiting for November to be over, waiting for midnight to finally come.

Hah. Same.

He’d been stressing about it all fucking day, barely able to do anything other than stare off into space and think.

He almost wished it was happening at Steve's. At least then the drive over could be a distraction but Steve wanted Eddie to be in his own space, to be comfortable.

He'd picked up and then put down no less than six books, he'd played tapes over and over promising himself he would listen to them this time, he'd sat holding his guitar for over an hour staring off into space.

Eddie was gnawing on his thumb, staring at the clock on his bedside table without really seeing it, thinking.

What if he came, like, the second Steve touched him?

What if he didn’t even get there?

What if this turned out to be the most disappointing night of Steve’s life and he just dropped Eddie immediately after?

What if it was the most disappointing night, the most disappointing orgasm of Eddie’s life and all of this month of build up had been for nothing?

What if-?

“Eds?”

Eddie snapped his eyes up to his bedroom door.

Steve was standing there with a bag on his back, still holding onto the door handle with the light of the hallway outside spilling in around him like some kind of ethereal fucking halo.

God, Eddie really didn't need that right now.

“How did you get in? Wayne’s not here.”

Oh shit, Wayne wasn’t back, was he?

No, he couldn’t be it was way too early.

“Your front door was unlocked.” Steve stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “And you weren’t answering when I was knocking. I got worried. I locked it behind myself.” He dropped the bag down next to Eddie’s desk, but didn’t come any closer. “Are you okay?”

The distance in between the two of them felt like a fucking desert of unspoken words and Eddie couldn’t stand it.

After that last time together Steve had seemed to be almost apprehensive to touch him.

They hadn’t done anything sexual since and every time Steve looked at him whenever they did cross paths he looked a little sad.

He thought about the polite platitudes he could give Steve.

I’m fine.

Nothing’s wrong.

Sorry, just lost in thought, you know how it is.

But he was so sick of hiding and he needed… he just needed some comfort.

“I’m… I’m nervous.”

He looked up just in time to catch Steve’s aborted movement, like he wanted to step towards him but stopped himself with a flash of the most heart wrenching guilt over his face before he hid it away.

“Can I help?”

Eddie wanted to extend a hand, pull him down, kiss him senseless, cum his brains out but he was a little too panicked to do anything besides blurt out-

“What if my dick doesn’t work anymore?”

That startled a laugh out of Steve who tried very hard to cover it up with a hand over his mouth but it had already been let out.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Eddie started biting at his thumb again, looking down at his lap. “But what if my body has like… adjusted to not cumming or- or I can’t even get close anymore?”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

Eddie looked up, confused. “You can always touch me, sweetheart.”

Steve gave him a small smile before taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of him, settling back on his heels.

He took Eddie’s hands in his, leaving them in his lap and looked up at him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. I promised I’d make it good for you and I intend to keep that promise.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just feeling a little…”

“Vulnerable?”

Eddie laughed through his nose. “That’s one word for it.”

Steve’s eyebrows tilted up, a little worried and he raised his hand to cup Eddie’s cheek, thumb stroking over his skin.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”

Eddie smiled at him again and was forced to look away. The strength of Steve’s gaze was almost blinding, so full of concern and care and he couldn’t handle it.

It was like looking into the sun, it made him feel bashful all over.

“Anything? Sounds dangerous.”

Steve was still there, holding his face like he was precious and the thing was Eddie kind of wanted to feel precious.

He felt… fragile.

Delicate.

Like he could shatter into a million pieces with one wrong move and he wanted to feel…

Eddie inhaled.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

He bit his lip, staring down hard at their intertwined hands. He hated how unsure he sounded.

“Can you… can you be sweet to me? This time?”

His heart was in his throat and he felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, sitting and waiting for a response when Steve untangled his hand from Eddie’s and pulled it away.

He was ready to take it all back, ready to laugh and force on a smile and say they could do things the way they usually did but then he felt Steve’s hand come up to cup the other side of his face and tilt his head down a little.

Warm lips pressed gently against his forehead and Steve whispered softly to him.

“Of course I can, baby.”

Eddie felt like he was going to cry.

“It doesn’t have to become like a permanent thing…” he stuttered out, trying to keep the thickness out of his voice. “I like getting thrown around by you but… just this once or- or maybe once in a while…”

He glanced up, only to find that Steve was looking at him like he’d hung the moon. Or solved world hunger or something.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Eddie couldn’t take it any more. He had to be close, had to feel Steve all around him.

He pushed himself forward, slinging his arms around Steve’s neck and landing firmly in his lap, kissing him breathless.

He had his hands fisted in the back of Steve’s sweater and he pressed himself into him as hard as he could, chest to chest while Steve’s hands wandered down his sides to slip into his back pockets, pulling him closer still.

Eddie whined, loud and free when he felt Steve was already hard, like he was.

There was no need to hide, not now.

Steve said he'd make it good for him, he promised and Eddie trusted him.

He rolled his hips down, delighting in the firm feeling of being able to rub up against something and not having to worry about holding back.

Steve was panting against him too as their kiss got sloppier and more desperate, licking into Eddie's mouth like he was trying to taste every inch of him.

He removed his hands from Eddie's pockets, running them down his thighs and hooking them under his legs, pulling him out of his kneeling position and guiding him to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips.

Eddie clung on tight, ankles locked together as Steve began to rut up against him, the hard line of his cock rubbing against Eddie’s taint and balls, his own cock dragging against Steve’s stomach.

He broke out of the kiss, needing to get his mouth on something, needing to get his teeth into something.

Steve took advantage of the momentary separation, tucking his hands under Eddie’s shirt to gently pull it off over his head, quickly ripping his own off with much less care.

Eddie latched onto Steve’s neck, biting down and sucking his skin into his mouth, desperately needing to be as close as possible again. He let out a low groan at the feeling of Steve’s burning hot bare skin against his and the coarse wiry chest hair scratching him.

That was quickly followed by an embarrassing squeak when Eddie felt himself being lifted, Steve’s hands back under his thighs as he stood.

He tried to muffle it and move past it, not wanting to be teased about it, crashing their mouths back together, scraping his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip and biting down.

He expected to be thrown backwards, expected to go bouncing onto the mattress only for Steve to descend on him again but that wasn’t what happened.

Steve lowered him down gently, keeping a firm grip on him the whole time while their mouths never once separated.

Eddie still had his arms and legs locked around him as he was pressed into the mattress, soft but insistent and unable to stop touching him, unable to stop rubbing his hands over every bit of skin he could reach.

He only unlatched himself when Steve pulled back a little, one hand running up Eddie’s chest to roll his last nipple under his thumb causing him to let out a loud moan throughout the room and the other hand coming down to hover over the button on Eddie’s jeans.

“Get them-” Eddie breathed, reaching down to unbutton them himself “Get them off me, sweetheart.”

Steve grinned, digging his fingers under the waistband.

“I’ll try my best but they are very tight.”

“You like tight.”

“Yes.” Steve leaned down, placing an open mouthed kiss against Eddie’s now bare hip. “I do.”

With one last tug, Eddie’s hard cock sprang free, slapping back against his stomach and making him jump.

Just like he had been for the last month, he was ready to explode at the slightest provocation and had to fight back the most pathetic sounds trying to crawl up his throat as Steve stood and made quick work of his own jeans, his underwear and socks coming off along with them until they were both naked and just kind of staring.

Steve’s eyes were scraping up and down Eddie’s body, lingering on every bit of visible ink, the red flush down his chest and his cock that was leaking so much it was leaving a small pool of precum on his stomach.

Eddie in turn was staring at Steve, his golden skin highlighted by the soft light in Eddie’s room, the glorious jungle of hair across his strong chest, his arms, his gigantic ass and thighs and his thick cock sticking straight out.

His mouth was watering at the thought of getting it down his throat but he was so turned on and he’d been so horny for the last month, he needed to cum and he needed to cum now, previous fears of having a broken dick be damned.

Steve turned and rummaged through his bag for a moment before coming back to the side of the bed and tucking a bottle of lube under the pillows by Eddie’s head.

When he didn’t seem to have any plans to move any closer, still watching Eddie’s body like he was trying to decide what to consume first, Eddie reached his arms out, uncaring of how needy it made him look.

Steve’s eyes turned soft and he kneeled his way back up the bed, covering Eddie’s body with his own and settling between his legs. Steve nuzzled at his neck and began to kiss down his throat, leaving tingles in his wake.

He ground his hips down and Eddie clung on as tight as he could to Steve's shoulders, stopping him from kissing any lower, and moaning low in his chest.

"How do you want it?" Steve asked, soft and almost a whisper against Eddie's skin, stopping his grinding and staying where he was.

Eddie was breathing so hard he was starting to feel a little lightheaded and still couldn't believe he had Steve here, with him, handling him so gently, so loving.

It had him almost shaking.

He could feel wetness building behind his eyes but he refused.

He refused to cry.

He didn't cry when Steve was being cruel and harsh the way they both liked and he certainly wasn't going to cry now just because Steve was being soft.

“As much as I would love ev- everything,” he panted, “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna cum in, like, two seconds no matter what you do so I’d rather…”

“You want me to fuck you through it?”

God, he was so perfect, why did he have to be so perfect?

“Please.” Eddie whined, trying to stop the jump of his hips and he pushed back his tears, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

There were warm lips against his cheek and he felt the heat of Steve’s body above him shift around, while he tried to get his breathing under control again and not blow his load the second Steve touched him.

He heard the lube bottle being uncapped and Steve’s hand under his thigh.

“Are you okay to continue, baby?”

And Eddie had to laugh, just a little and maybe a touch hysterical. He brought his hands up to rub the heels into his eyes.

“Stevie, I’m good. I’m so good, I’m beyond good. In fact I’m a little desperate. It’s just a lot, but it’s a good lot. Promise.”

Steve’s hand was running up and down his leg, combing his fingers through his leg hair.

“Okay. But you’ll tell me if it’s a bad too much?”

Eddie nodded, trying to sniffle without making it obvious.

“Always.”

He didn’t want to cry but it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable or didn’t want this or was overwhelmed in a bad way.

It was kinda happening because it was all so good but either way, he wasn’t going to let it happen. He’d already been far too vulnerable tonight, there was no need to go that extra step.

Eddie still had his eyes pinched firmly shut, hoping that if he didn’t watch while Steve opened him up he could hold off from orgasming too fast.

It was probably futile and when Steve pushed his knees further apart, spreading him wide open and pressed that first warm and wet finger inside, Eddie practically bit through his lip.

He couldn’t speak anymore, he was just a series of nonsense sounds, high whines and deep guttural moans while Steve pressed in deeper and deeper, adding more, opening him up wider and wider.

Steve was silent above him while he writhed and squirmed around, unable to keep still and it felt nearly reverent, his own short breaths and pants being heard loud and clear over the filthy, slick sounds of Steve’s fingers thrusting in and out of him.

“Eddie, I… you’re so pretty.”

Eddie had to open his eyes at that.

He had expected Steve to be staring down at what he was doing, staring down at his fingers disappearing inside of him, pulling in and out but he was looking right at him.

The second his eyes were open he knew Steve had been watching his face the whole time, kneeling in between his legs and it looked like he was completely enraptured.

He knew exactly where Eddie’s prostate was and under normal circumstances he would have been abusing the shit out of it and making him scream but he had mercifully, carefully stayed away from it this whole time.

He pulled his fingers free and Eddie practically cried out at the loss but Steve was right there, hovering over him and pressing kisses into his mouth, his cheeks, over his nose and his neck, trying to soothe him.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.”

When Steve pushed into him, slowly and gently Eddie did cry out, latching onto Steve’s back, probably digging his nails in too hard and sinking his teeth into Steve’s shoulder.

He tried to concentrate on the stretch and the pain that inevitably came with adjusting but that was less than helpful because he fucking liked pain and he could feel his orgasm start to crest over him so he had to unlatch his teeth from Steve’s shoulder and desperately ask him to-

“Stop moving, just for a second, stop- stop.”

Steve froze where he was.

“Too much?”

“No.” He shook his head. “No, I was- I got too close and… not yet.” He kissed back over the indentations of his teeth he’d left in Steve’s skin.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Steve ducked his head, burying his face into Eddie’s neck.

His body was trembling slightly with the effort of staying half in and half out.

“You can start again, just don’t be surprised if I cum, like immediately.”

Steve brushed his fingers over Eddie’s hot and flushed cheek. They were so close, nose to nose and Eddie was at risk of getting lost in those honey-brown eyes.

“As long as it’s good for you.”

Shit.

Steve was looking at him with so much care, so much softness as he pushed himself the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a flutter of his eyelashes and an open mouth and Eddie felt the first tear fall.

“I have you, baby.” Steve said, kissing the tear away while starting up a steady rhythm that was already driving Eddie out of his mind. “It’s okay. You can cry if you need to.”

It was like the fucking dam burst.

In more ways than one.

Eddie was slowly weeping while Steve fucked into him hard enough to send him bouncing but still touching him all over, sliding his hands up Eddie’s arm to interlock their fingers together.

All of those feelings that Eddie had tried to bury were spilling out into the open and burning him from the inside out.

He cried for his own happiness, that he might never have this again and would only have a memory of this tenderness to live with for the rest of his life.

He cried with just how sickeningly in love he was with Steve.

He cried because asking Steve to be soft with him, to treat him with care would be something he’d never ever recover from, no one else could ever live up to it.

He cried for Steve’s loneliness, unable to find someone who he wanted to spend forever with.

He cried for their situation, how he wanted to have all of the filthy sex but also have someone treat him with care when he needed it but he also wanted all the horrible domestic shit with him too that he probably would never get.

He cried for how much he loved Steve.

He loved him so much, it was replaying over and over in his head with each thrust in and the closer he got to finally, finally cumming.

He was all hazy and cloudy, not even sure of the sounds that were coming out of his mouth anymore.

Each time Steve pulled out and fucked back into him, it replayed in his head like a mantra until he could feel that familiar zing of electricity course through him that he’d been putting off for the last month.

I love you.

Eddie’s vision whited out. He felt like he was cuming for years. There was so much of it he was surprised he and Steve hadn’t drowned in it yet.

He had no idea how long it was before he came back down to earth, heart still pounding in his throat, breathing still ragged and Steve completely still and unmoving on top of him.

Steve shifted around until he was leaning up on his elbows, gently running his fingers over Eddie’s lips and into his hair, his broad body still covering him and his hard cock still deep inside him.

Eddie felt like his entire body had been wrung empty, he was nothing better than a ragdoll, his cheeks wet, his stomach wet in between himself and Steve, his legs hanging limp and open and his arms slipping from around Steve’s shoulders to land with a thump at either side of him.

“I love you too.”

And just like that, his body seemed to come back to life. He snapped his eyes up to look at Steve, his breath stuttering in his chest and his heart pounding away.

“I-” He swallowed. “I said that out loud?”

Steve smiled, leaning down to nose along his cheek. “You did.”

“And you… you’re okay? With that?”

“Eddie, I- I’ve known. For a while now.”

“You-” Eddie opened and closed his mouth, finally finding himself able to control his limbs again and brought his hands up to pull Steve’s head from his neck. “You knew?”

Steve’s face was pink and he was avoiding Eddie’s eye, choosing instead to play with one of his dark brown curls resting on the pillow.

“Yeah. You didn’t seem ready to say anything and I didn’t want to push you, though I nearly said it myself a few times. So I thought I’d wait until you were ready.”

Eddie couldn’t help it, he laughed, the vibrations making their way down his body and causing Steve’s eyes to flutter closed momentarily, giving just the slightest jolt of his hips, like he couldn’t help it.

“That was risky. You might have been waiting a very long time.”

Steve looked up at him, meeting his eye.

“I’d wait forever for you.”

“Steve…” Eddie was staring at him wide eyed, not daring to believe what he was hearing. “You can’t just say things like that to a girl.”

“Why not?” Steve leaned down to rub their noses together. “I love you.”

“Do you really mean it?” He had his hands on both sides of Steve’s face, holding him, brushing his fingers along his hairline.

“I really mean it. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

He was walking on air, he was giddy and excited and he wasn’t really sure how to categorise it, there was so much to feel.

He pulled Steve forward, capturing his mouth up in a kiss that had started out sweet but very quickly started to get dirtier and dirtier, their tongues meeting in the middle and wet smacking sounds and little pants and moans coming out of the two of them.

Steve’s hips were twitching against him, like he still wasn’t sure if he should continue and Eddie felt something mischievous well up inside him and a grin split over his face.

Not to mention enough time had passed that his own arousal was starting to kick back up again and he felt himself filling out against Steve’s stomach.

He let go of Steve’s face, only to bring his hands down to latch on tight to his ass, digging his fingers into the flesh there, feeling it pillow up between his fingers and dragging Steve’s hips in towards his own.

Steve gasped into his mouth before groaning low in his throat and starting to pick up his thrusts again, a lot harder and less careful than he had been before but still with gentle hands and soft eyes.

“You think you can go again?” Steve asked between grunts and linking their fingers together.

“Yeah, yeah. Plenty of baby juice left for you.”

“Eddie,” Steve rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Oh my god.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.”

Steve glared at him but it was playful this time rather than the snappish anger that they usually shared.

He sat up, arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist, hauling him into his lap and pistoning his hips up.

Eddie could only hold on for the ride, doing his best to keep his eyes on Steve’s while his mouth hung open on loud moans, his arms over Steve’s shoulders and his hips rolling back and forth, chasing, chasing, chasing.

“Baby,” Steve kept one arm around Eddie’s waist while the other reached between them, taking Eddie’s cock in hand. “Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”

He was close, he was so close. He kissed Steve, driving his tongue into his mouth as he came again, shooting up between the two of them and he could feel himself being filled up by Steve at the same time.

They clung on tight to each other, peppering kisses over any part of exposed skin they could reach while Steve slowly lowered the both of them back down onto the mattress.

Eddie winced a little as Steve slipped out and the feeling of cum dribbling out of him made his stomach flip.

“Do you need something?” Steve asked, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

Eddie grinned, turning his head to press a kiss to Steve’s wrist.

“I’ll say it again. It’s dangerous to keep offering me anything.”

“Not if I’m willing to give it. Tell me what it is and I’ll make it happen. I’ll give you the world. Or if that’s not enough, one of the stars? Go outside and point one out to me, I’ll pluck it out of the sky for you-”

Eddie swallowed. “Steve-”

Steve shuffled closer, taking his hand again.

“I’ll give you everything Eddie. Please. Let me take care of you.”

Eddie smiled, squeezing Steve’s hand.

“Okay.”

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#steddievember #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie fic #stranger things fic #fanfic #penny00dreadful #steddie fanfic #ao3 #pennys anniversary event #soft dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson

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madrone33 · 4 months

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Right so... been going crazy trying to catch up on the explosion of stuff peeps have been doing since the EPIC: The Musical Ocean Saga release, but. Got some downtime now, and I just wanted to post my reaction to listening to the songs, 'cause it was wild bro.

Fyi, this is all taking place at around 11:30 pm 24th Dec for me, as I'm an australian, so that would make it... uh, 8:30 am 24th Dec for americans I think? Idk, timezones are weird bro. Basically, I listened to the songs and then wrote down my immediate reactions at like 1 am lol.

*ahem*

OK HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK. OK OK. They came out for australians. They CAME OUT FOR AUSTRALIA!!!!

I was on dicord, right? And then another australian says they're out, and i'm like wait what but there's still like 16 hours till midnight in est, but i look up 'luck runs out jorgre rivera-herrans' on yt (cause it's a unique name) and scroll down and FUCK IT'S THERE!! THE STANDARD AUTO TOPIC VERSION!! IT'S NOT EVEN MIDNIGHT HERE YET?? (23:24 at the time of discovery. The vid says it was uploaded 3 hrs ago already)

The piano. I heard the first notes of piano and ohhhhh shiiiit it's actually happening!!!

i opened the door and called out to mum 'cause i was still in disbelief and she was still awake and i was like "mum... i think it's out" or SOMETHIG LIKE THAT IDK THE EXACT WORDS. She said jokingly she'd thought i had an existential crisis and GIRL IT KINDA FELT LIKE IT?? I WAS NOT PREPARED! I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANOTHER 16 HOURS!

I tapped on the link thingy to the album in the description and then i had the album RIGHT THERE HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS. IT'S STORM. IN THE FLESH. THERE'S A FUCKING TRUMPET-

I did my civic duty and informed (read: screamed in all caps) to everyone in the discord while mum listened to the first song 'cause she said she was interested and asked and i was so excited and gave her my headphones to listen to storm and then I took em back once I was done and now it's time to go dark. I said goodnight to mum and... pressed play.

Here's the highlights:

Storm: mixing is on another level bro. The vocals, the harmonies, the chorus, and hearing all those snippets without breaks in between, actually flowing and making sense and that ending beat is AHHH-

It went so fast. It's three min long how did it go by so fast what-

Luck Runs Out: the piano is godly. They actually changed the melody of the 'you could be caught off guard' part. My first thought after ooo? Was 'damn it no longer sounds like shut up and dance w/ me' lol.

I think this one changed the most from the snippets. Jsut the way they say lines, and stray words. I love it. The harmonies-

KYFC: the intro is that one atmospheric snippet he did with the flutes!! Aeolus sounds so sassy compared to the old snippets oof hell yes! There's a small instrumental interlude between the first chorus and the crew asking about the bag which is new.

THE PENELOPE PART. OH. MY. GOD. I LEGIT TEARED UP, I WAS CRYING, I'M CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AND TYPING THIS OUT IT WAS SO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING.

Trying to hold them in his arms? Time to be that father he always wanted to be?? His eyes and heart and soul is heavy??? I'm FUCKING CRYING-

Also wow he really just stayed up for 9 days huh? Respect. Also, fuck those crewmates man. Bet they felt real stupid when it got them killed. Oh, wait, fuck it didn't Poseidon killed everyone but them oh hell nah- And Odysseus still goes to save them from Circe?? Bro. BRO. Just let them die. It ain't worth it.

And that's how Jorge introduces the land of the giants? Cool! I was wondering about that.

Poesiedon pull up! (Is it bad that i thought he sounded like ares in the pj musical there lmao-)

RUTHLESSNESS: it's here. Oh my lord it's here. Everyone stay calm. Fuck it IT'S FUCKING HERE!!

The chanting, Ody's terrified 'Poseidon...', the electric guitar on Poseidon's verse, the fucking growl in his voice is amazing, the 'Die.' is as;ihfd HELL FUCKING YES!!

I love that the 'Captain-!'s of the drowning men is more apparent here, and the silence afterwards... ooof you can hear Ody's horrified stuttered breaths and the way the lyric's changed to '43 left under your command' is soooo fucking good.

And then Ody's sudden defiance and the fucking burning in his eyes as he defies a god and escapes death- Yes. YES! It's so good-

... No wait it's over?? That's it??? WHYYYYY-

(Side note - the fact that there weren't any ads between vids is incredible and I thank the gods for this blessing.)

Ok, but all seriousness, that was incredible. I- I couldn't stop smiling. My face actually started hurting I was smiling so much. I was shaking the whole time, and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe, and- It was amazing. This was an amazing experience, and I'm so glad I could freak out to mum, and she was excited with me, and it was such a good surprise, like an actual chrismas gift from Jorge or some shit. I love it. I love this. Genuinely. It's an amazing thing he's given us and I thank him, sincerely. Thank you, Jorge, and everyone involved in creating this for people to enjoy and love. You should all be proud.

Thanks for reading me freak out, whoever made it to the end lmao. Tagging @dootznbootz because their rambles gave me the confidence to throw my own into the void. Thx :D

#epic the musical #epic the ocean saga #ocean saga release #rambles #rants #odysseus #poseidon #storm #kyfc #luck runs out #ruthlessness #immediate reaction #timezones ftw #25 december #reaction #my posts

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sungminxxx · 9 months

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ʚ Listen to Me! ɞ

masterlist!

---------------------------------------------------- Summary: Felix had unlocked his favorite character in Mario Kart and was very excited about it and decided to tell Lee know. However, it was nightime and Minho was in bed. As Felix was trying to tell his hyung.. it happened. :]

Positions: lee!minho & ler!felixused

prompts! ↓↓↓↓↓

8: "can you stop laughing? Im trying to talk to you. how rude!"

10: "you're doing that on purpose!"

11: "...doing what on purpose?"

Warnings: tickle ficRequested by: anon request

A/N: sorry it took me a while to get this out, as some know I took a trip to korea and I actually did this and a few others on the flight since I didn't really have time to write while I was out. I hope you guys enjoy this story, I'm sorry if some of it might not make sense or it looks/sounds messy. I was really tired while writing this. Either way, thank you for the request!! <3

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It was an hour past midnight. Felix spent most of his night trying to unlock a character in Mario Kart, the game he had played with Han and Seungmin earlier in the day. Seungmin had unlocked this character that day, and the aussie boy became more determined than ever to unlock that same character.

It took him quiet some time, since he had only just started playing the game 2 days ago. He was totally new. What seemed like a few hours of unlocking characters and new vehicles, he had finally done it. "YAAAAYYY I DID IT I DID IT!!" Felix yelled, full of joy. Though he quickly covered his mouth, remembering that most of his members had fallen asleep hours before. He couldn't keep in his joy, he was just so happy. He just had to tell someone.

The freckled boy happily dropped his controller onto the couch and began going into the room of a member who has a history of staying up late. Lee know. Being the baby he is, Felix knocked on his hyungs door 3 times before opening and entering the room. Minho was laying on his bed with his blankets wrapped around him, listening to 'Butterfly' by The Boyz. A very calm song that he listens to often when he had trouble falling asleep.

"Hey hyungie!! Guess what??" the younger said, sitting next to Lee Knows legs, smiling widly. The dancer made a little whine and looked towards his little one. "Whaaaat, Lix? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?" he said. "Yeahhh but this will be quick!! I'm really excited because I just-" the freckled boy was interrupted by a kick to the side from his hyung. "Oh god, I'm sorry Lix. I was stretching." the older one said softly, rubbing his eyes. "Look, can't this wait until the morning? I'm really tired.. " he continued.

Unfortunately for him, the younger was way too excited to wait until morning. "Nooo hyung!! I have to tell you now! Right now!" said the blue haired boy as he puts his hand on Minho's thigh and begins to shake him softly. The minute Minho had felt Felix's hand touch his thigh, he flinched slightly.. though that hadn't caught the youngers attention. It was until Felix began to shake him that he noticed his hyungs behavior. "What's wrong, Hyung? Am I hurting you??" he asked, worried that he had accidentally hurt his beloved hyungie.

".. No. It's- It's nothing, Lixie, don't worry." said the eldest, slightly flustered at the situation. The australian looked at him, still worried that he might be lying. "Are you sure, hyung?"

The dancer took a second before answering. "Yeah, I'm not hurt. Don't worry." he said. At that, Felix thought nothing of it and began shaking his hyungs legs again. This time, Minho let's out some giggles due to the movement. "D-Dohohont do thahahat-!" he giggled, leaving a confused Felix looking at him. "Why is he giggling?" he thought, continuing to shake Lee Knows leg. "LiHihHIhix!!!" the giggly boy let out, moving away immediately, letting Felix know what was really going on.

"Yes hyung?" said the freckled boy, who stopped shaking Lee Know a few seconds ago. The older boy blushed and looked away for a moment. "I-It tihickles.. " Lix smiled. God, his hyung was just too adorable. "Sorry hyungie!!" he said. Minho adjusted himself in his bed. "It's okay, Lixie~"

Some time went by, the boys cuddled for a while, but Felix purposely did not get back on his topic from before. Letting more time pass, Felix finally decided to bring the topic back up. He sat up and started poking Minho all over his torso. "Hyung!! I realized you never even responded to my AMAZING news I told you earlier! Did you even hear me?!" Minho was doing his best not to make a reaction to the youngers little attack. "N-Noo?" he said through his teeth, avoiding a smile at all cost.

Lix put on a pretend mad face, fastening his attack on his hyungs torso. "WHAT! HYUNGIEEEE... " he said in a whiney voice. The dancer broke into a smile, still refusing to laugh. "Felix- Y-You're doing that on purpose-!" he said, biting back a giggle.

"...doing what on purpose?" the younger said, slowing down his poking attack, just to start squeezing his hyungs sides. This immediately made Minho burst out into loud fits of laughter. "THAHAHAHAT-!! FEHEHEHELIX!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP-!!!"

Lixie pretend to take a second to think. "Hyung??? What am I doing?? I'm just trying to tell you about the best thing that has ever happened to me! Listen to me!" he said, movinng down to dig into the dancers sensitive hips. "nOHOHoAHAJAHA NOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!" Minho yelled.

The freckled boy pretend to look annoyed. "Yah! Can you stop laughing? I'm trying to talk to you! How rude." he said in a fake tone that seemed to sound upset. "iHIhIm SahHAhahAHAHARRY OKAHAHAHAY? IHIHI WIHIHILL LIHIHISTEN IHIHI SWEAHAHAHAHAR-!" the eldest cried out, trying to reach for his youngers wrists to stop him from attacking his hips any longer.

Though the younger one was fast. He avoided Minho's hands each time they were going towards him and he made his way under Minho's shirt, spidering his bare, sensitive tummy. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, hyungie!" he said, squeezing and pinching anywhere he could on the poor boys stomach.

Lee Know was losing it. "IHIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT-!! PLEHEHEHEAAHAHASE STAHAHAAP-!" the younger spat out, barley even able to talk in between his loud laughter. "Hmmm.. do you promise you'll listen to me, hyungie?" Lix said, not showing mercy just yet. Minho nodded and covered his face. The poor boy was going red from all his laughing. "YAHAHAHAHAS YAHAHAHEAAHHAH IHIHI WIHIHILL!! IHIHI PROAHAHAHAHAMIHISE!!"

Felix stopped and smiled. "Okay!! Thanks cutie hyung!!!" he said, happily. All Lee Know could do was blush. He was so embarrassed. "ShHsh- yoHoHoure WehEHECome-" he giggled, rubbing his tummy to get rid of the ghost tickles. "Hyung before I stop completely, can I try one more thing? Pleeeeease?" the aussie said, using puppy eyes to make sure the older one didn't say no. Of course, Felix knew he could not resist, and he was right. Minho whined, rolling his eyes on a sort of playful way. "Fihine.. ONE thing. ONE tihime-" he said. Felix nodded and lifted up the dancers shirt, adoring his tummy. "Awww hyung!! Look how cute your tummy is!!" he said. Minho just sad there in embarrassment. "J-Just get on with it, will you?"

At that, the younger put his head inches away from his hyungs tummy and took a deep breath. By his youngers movements, Minho knew what was coming. Dang, this gonna tickle. Before Minho could completely process his thoughts, he was brought to silent laughter immediately. The blue hair boy had blown a raspberry on his sides. "EEHEHEK-!! F-FRIHIHIHIHICK- NAOAOAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the dancer yelped, immediately rolling away to cover his sides. Felix, once again, was in complete awe. "Haha, guess big bad tough Minho hyung had a big adorable weakness! Raspberries!!" he said, clapping his hands a few times.

Minho looked at him after calming down. "Yah! Don't tell anyone please.." he said, rubbing his sides. Felix nodded and went to lay in the spot next to his now very sleepy hyung. "As promised, tell me about this exciting thing, little one."

For about the next 10 minutes, Felix explained his whole night trying to get the character he had desperately wanted. Once he finished explaining, he looked over to his hyung who was now fast asleep.

Lix smiled and cuddled closer. "So cute."

#kpop tickle #tickle #tickle community #kpop #skz #stray kids #stay kids tickle #Lee Felix #Lee Know #kpop tickle fic

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italoniponic · 2 years

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okay, okay

can I plz request a short story w/ silver using 2nd POV (using you instead of y/n) about him getting kabedonned OR flustered by the reader

bonus if the reader is like smooth, but like teenager-smooth... as in the reader and silver thinks they're acting cool but then lilia's out here sipping tea being like "...cringe, but it is love."

LMAO the whole DIASOMNIA gang watching us fluster silver HELP

everyday I think of my wife and cry

i spend an hour in my bed doing nothing but thinking of him yesterday until midnight

😊 fun!

many thanks in advance~

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, my fellow Cherry! Christ, this ask… where do I even begin talking about this ask?? I tried to blend some of your suggestions together and it really got into a cringe-worthy but funny situation. Reader’s smooth antics are kinda inspired by how Maleficent talked to Philip in the og movie (yk the scenes). And I CURSE tumblr and my own mature mind for sensing a tension I never once saw on those scenes. Not on ship lever or anything but, oh God, it’s… cursed tension, simply cursed tension (I also blame Maleficent’s eye movements, they’re so well animated and this is great and cruel at times) And wow, I already made some sort of cheeky reader for a Riddle request but this reader? This one?! The shameless disastrous flirt? The way I managed to combine two languages pick-up lines?? I was dying in ways I never thought was possible, this is a comedy masterpiece! I really hope you like it! (really) Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x g!n cheeky and flirtatious reader / ft. diasomnia gang as support /scenario / comedy-kun kabedonned fluff-chan~ / 1,4k words / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Flustered Beauty

You didn't have to wonder or ask how Silver got into that sudden situation because you were the one to blame for it. Let's recap the scene a little.

Once upon a time, a simple and innocent Silver had invited you to spend the afternoon on Diasomnia. You could study, walk around, or just spend time together in his bedroom, eventually sleeping in anticipation of something peculiar happening to you — with the eccentric students there and your own magnet for trouble, that was more normal than it should really be.

But little did he know that in the middle of an empty hallway on the way to his room, you would pin him against a cold gray stone wall. Your strong gaze was lit by the greenish fire of the lamps held by busts of dragons, as if you were one too.

“Silver, Silver, Silver…,” you chuckled, softly. “You shouldn't let your guard down that easily.”

“Well, you really took me by surprise,” Silver commented. Until that moment, unshaken.

“Surprise? Ah, my dear! I’m surprised that I have always set a trap for a peasant and, wow, I catched a prince.”

It was when you lifted Silver's chin with the tip of your index finger that he felt something strange ring in his heart. If it were anyone else, this audacity and manner of speaking to him would be answered with complete indifference or a silent fury in his crystal clear eyes. But with you? His blood boiled, burning with an emotion never seen before.

Although you acted like that with Silver most of the time, he just never quite got it. He knew you were a very open person, able to say anything that came to mind. And despite the confusions that this sometimes caused, the two of you matched very well together.

“Silver, have I already told you how beautiful your eyes are?,” you asked, squinting your own eyes lightly.

Silver's eyes blinked. He felt so inexplicably lost.

“It's a habit, dear. I don't think I can control it. Is that you're so beautiful, Silver…”

“You already said.”

“I said that only about your eyes.”

You grinned. You could feel your hands getting cold from the wall but you were enjoying that so much and Silver was making no effort to escape your hold, something he — as a future knight — knew well how to disarm. Silver was completely focused on you, not a sign of sleep able to distract him.

Perhaps that's why neither of you seemed to notice the presence of a small student nearby, eating a pack of grape-flavored gum bats with silent speed. Lilia was absolutely entertained by that scene and didn't want to interrupt you in any way.

“Silver, is your father a baker?,” he heard you ask.

Silver was going to say something, but you interrupted him.

“It's because you’re quite a bun.”

“That's old even for me,” Lilia almost choked on his gums as he stifled his laughter.

In fact, the story of how Lilia accidentally created this expression on one of his trips out of the Valley of Thorns seventy years ago is quite complicated and interesting, but it is not our focus today.

In the meantime, Malleus passed by and Lilia fastly pulled him behind the stone column where he was hiding. Between whispers that went unnoticed by both of you, Lilia made a summary of the situation and urged extreme caution not to spoil the sweet experience of two lovebirds disastrously courting each other.

“This reminded me that Clover-senpai taught me how to make bread these days,” Silver suddenly commented. The mention of food piqued his appetite. “You want to help me do it?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you ask me…”

You got closer to Silver and even tried to bite his tie to get it out of his vest, but you gave up midway — it was too difficult and the fabric didn't taste good. This made Silver only reinforce his own conclusion that you must be starving. But you wouldn’t leave him until you saw his face turn into some trace of pink or red.

“I think I left the recipe notebook in my room.”

“Oh, Silver, we've barely started dating and you're already calling me to your room?,” you took your hand away for a moment to touch your face, feigning embarrassment.

“Huh, we were already going there anyway, right?,” the confused boy raised one of his gallant thin silver eyebrows.

“What a hasty boy!”

You patted his torso a few times, as if to censor him, and not even that made Silver get out of his position pressed against the wall. You seemed to be having fun somehow and that sight was enough to make him glad too.

However, far away, Lilia was stealthily biting into the now empty bag of gums, controlling himself not to scold his own son. He knew he should have taught Silver more about those things! You couldn't be the only one to embarrass yourself in that shameless flirtation in the hallway!

Malleus held a sigh, wishing his mentor would somehow keep calm while he himself was covering the mouth of an agitated Sebek. The younger one had appeared a little after the comments about going to the bedroom and he was disgusted that such a scene was happening before the pure eyes of his Young Master.

Sure enough, Silver would hear from everyone after you set him free.

“Do you like being with me?”

Speaking of him, he had asked this question out of the blue. You stared at him steadily, your arm returning to the place next to him.

“Why? Of course I do, Silver. If I love you, it's because I like to be close to you,” you answered sincerely.

“I... I'm glad to hear that.…”

And there it was what you wanted all along.

Silver looked away slightly, eyes that aroused envy in sapphires and diamonds were then set in some corner, far away from you. His face, made of the most refined marble, acquired a beautiful rosy tone on the cheekbones, a symbol of pure and honest shyness. The cherry on top was how his lips that looked like delicate white rose petals were closed in a light, contented smile.

But such an expression held a very strong power that you were not yet ready to receive. As if a sword pierced through your heart, you staggered away from Silver and held on to the other part of the wall. You could feel the redness of your defeated face.

Silver didn’t succumb to embarrassment for any of your insistent compliments or your double meaning jokes, but for a mere confirmation that his company was good. Curse him! But also, bless his heart! You really chose a prince as a boyfriend and now you could only suffer the consequences as much as enjoy the good times.

“Are you okay?,” Silver approached you, worried. “Do you feel ill?”

“Yes… yes, I am ill, Silver... and you’re my cure!,” you threw yourself into his arms, being held firmly no matter how much you were melting right there.

“But I'm not a doctor.”

He said that but suddenly an idea came to mind — a dangerous thing if you asked anyone who had known Silver for more than a year.

Still with you in his arms and feeling his own heart pounding in the uncertainty of you not liking what he was going to do, Silver pulled you closer and planted a small kiss on your forehead. That was unexpected. Very unexpected.

You stared at him in surprise, touching your forehead sheepishly as Silver held your gaze. Even when the flush of his cheeks remained there, untouched.

“You asked for a cure and a kiss always solves everything in the end,” Silver answered a question that you didn't even ask, his tone softer than silk.

It broke you in such a way that you didn't even know how to act anymore. Luckily, Silver remembered that you were supposed to make bread and that probably would satisfy your malaise, arising from your apparent — and actually non-existing — hunger.

So, as he carried you in his arms to his bedroom, Lilia and Malleus danced down the hall together while dragging Sebek in their midst like a poor screaming rag doll.

Against all the odds, Silver managed to flirt back. Or something like that.

#twisted wonderland #silver #twst silver #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fluff #some sort of crack fic with fluff tones #feat diasomnia family bc why not?#cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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We’re just a few hours before episode 50 and its nearly midnight* where I am and I’m feeling restless enough with worry that I just wanted to articulate my thoughts, for the past two weeks I’ve been watching earlier episodes of Campaign 3, and before then I don’t think I’ve noticed how Imogen really is tormented, and its because I think Imogen tries to downplay how much being around people affects her.

(* I’m very sleepy so I apologize if this is incoherent!).

In the last two years traveling with Laudna seems to have helped strengthen her mind shielding. But Imogen’s powers are terrible and isolating, and she has mentioned dropped more than one hint that she suicidal thoughts.

I won’t be surprised if Imogen was just as touch starved as Laudna before they met. And going through this, I realize that Imogen pre-Laudna might have been on her way to becoming how debilitated Buffy was when she got the mind reading powers in Earshot, especially considering how her powers just keeps growing and how frightened and confused she was with everything happening to her.

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In the above scene Giles learns the other person who has the ability to mind read had to isolate themselves far away from civilization just to stay sane.

And the way Buffy gets overwhelmed is how I imagine Imogen dealing with her mind powers the first time they manifested. At first it was fun and then it started to get worse as more and more voices entered her mind.

Because apparently even in Exandria, especially if they’re far away enough from cities, magic users are still dealt with some suspicion.

Imogen seemed to have put Liliana on a pedestal and idealized Liliana. The certainty she based her life on was that her mother was the best especially given the distance Relvin has put between himself and Imogen.

Imogen then gets a one-two combo, pushing Imogen off center: Learning Liliana is alive and willingly working with the enemy must have rocked Imogen’s world. Personally, I feel Imogen questioning if they were on the right path felt natural because of the aforementioned body blows but also it feels like Imogen was processing out loud, working through her thoughts. In a strange way this reminds me of the moment in Grey’s Anatomy where Cristina and Bailey had a heart to heart about having a baby in the midst of their careers. I know its not an apple to oranges thing but it was what Bailey said that made me go… oh.

About how Bailey and her husband tried to have a baby for years and yet when she realized she was pregnant that she can’t work the hours she worked and the career she wanted to have and not take pause.

And Bailey took a pause for a very long time.

I know the scope and scale is different from the Apogee Solstice and a typical Grey’s Anatomy episode but I think, in a way, this was similar in mechanism to what Bailey did. She took a pause to process everything she thought about and the carrot Liliana dangled in front of her, except Imogen’s process is talking things out. Get it out of her head.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it Orym was there and before she could even work through her thoughts, about what she saw and experienced, Imogen processing is shut down.

Of course Ludinus and rest of the Vanguard are evil, of course!

But god killing beings are also too nebulous a concept and the world Liliana showed Imogen was tantalizing— living pain free and alone in her head.

The dream world is how Liliana and possibly many Exaltant Ruidus born fell prey to the Ruby Vanguard propaganda. Isolated, alone, looking for answers and a purpose.

(Another thing most of Bells Hells share with each other, the desire to have purpose and meaning).

So, while shutting down the line of doubt and questioning is a good thing it still left Imogen bereft. And now she’s also left with a sense of just doubting might mean she was evil.

And through all this I do like Laudna was a silent observer except for the one question where Laudna asked: “Why do you need to be convinced?”and Imogen threw a hurt but also annoyed glance at Laudna and answered in the negative.

But also, Imogen sought Laudna out and they finally had a talk and honestly I do think out of everyone, even without their bond Laudna was the perfect person to talk to because she approached their conversation without judgment.

Apart from the romantic overtones, Laudna’s walked a similar path Imogen is considering walking: The What If I give in, what if its not all bad? It’s also not the first time they had a conversation where Laudna commiserated with Imogen about something that was potentially dark. Before Delilah derailed their conversation in episode 23, what Laudna said struck a chord:

LAUDNA: You know I can understand this feeling quite a bit, actually. →

IMOGEN Really? →

LAUDNA A false sense of security and power from an ungodly source. → That doesn’t… → You don’t have the control.

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It can be intoxicating, borrowing from a power beyond you. → Just be careful of the moments that you can no longer separate yourself from it. →

And of course, in episode 50, Laudna reminds

LAUDNA: We still have the chance to live a normal life. If you wish to have a quiet life in a cozy cottage in a field, raise horses, and just be. No gods or fates or destiny can keep you from that. Can keep us from that. The gods have never kept us from our ability to have choice.

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And you don’t have to make these choices alone.

And that’s the crux isn’t it? Concept of choice and also the reminder that Imogen isn’t alone.

Imogen maybe similar to Liliana in a lot of ways but she’s also different from Liliana in very definitive ways: Imogen has friends, and Imogen has Laudna.

Imogen saying: “You have to love it all.” Feels like an underrated breakthrough.

Imogen learned to love the weird and everything that comes with being born different.

Because after everything, after all the pain and heartbreak that came with her powers, at this point, I don’t think Imogen truly wants to give up her powers, when having her powers led to meeting Laudna.

(But also, Bells Hells truly are the X-Men/Doom Patrol team, huh?)

I don’t have a sense that Liliana ever learned to love her powers, nor embrace the weird. Instead Liliana chose to leave her family behind and stay out of contact. And its just so easy for a group like the Ruby Vanguard to swoop Liliana up.

Imogen chose to leave Gelvaan with Laudna and formed new attachments and friends. And having friends too is a super power all on its own.

#thinky thoughts #cr spoilers #laudna #imogen temult #critical role spoilers #speculation #critical role c3 spoilers #pre cr 3x50 thoughts #buffy summers #sorry for just ending abruptly #i really am very sleepy #bells hells #Youtube

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Earthshine

Entry #5 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. The bay Motonari mentions is Toyama bay, which is apparently famous for it's bioluminescent squid.

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairing: Motonari x OC (Tohru)

Word count: 3 thousand

Prompts: Public sex/outdoor sex | Sex in a vehicle

As Tohru made her way to the castle garden, she couldn’t help but marvel at Motonoari’s plans for tonight. She never would have expected him to suggest having sex outdoors, even if it was on their own property. But the idea certainly enticed her, as long as there was no worry of anyone catching them in the act. Motonari had assured that wouldn’t happen and she trusted him, so here she was, stepping out onto the grounds for a midnight rendezvous.

Motonari was already there, a large blanket laid out on the grass right between the patches of chrysanthemums and hydrangeas, some of Tohru’s favourite flowers that Motonari had planted there just for her. Heart warming at the location he picked out, she approached her lover with a smile on her face.

“Feelin’ giddy already, flower girl?” Motonari greeted, wasting no time in gripping Tohru’s waist and pulling her flush against him. Ironic of him to say, given his own cocksure grin.

Tohru shrugged and admitted, slightly embarrassed, “I’ve always thought the idea of making love under the stars romantic ever since I read it in a book. The way it was described was so sweet. I never thought it would have been possible, though-not for me, at least. And not without risk. A lot of things that sounded interesting in books were actually pretty difficult to do in real life.”

“Never underestimate a pirate’s resourcefulness,” Motonari gave an insouciant shrug, “or, in this case, a lord’s ability to tell staff to stay away from the gardens for a few hours.” He tilted his head, a playfully challenging light in his eyes, “Now, did I hear right that you’ve got fantasies you’ve been holding out on me?”

“Uhhh,” Tohru balked. Oh no, now he was going to try to tease another fantasy out of her. Motonari was like a dog with a bone when it came to getting whatever reaction he wanted out of her, and one of his favourite things to do was get her squirming. Which worked out most of the time because Tohru happened to like to squirm, but gods, was he good at it.

Motonari laughed and began undoing her obi, dipping down to nose along her neck and collarbone. “Yer always welcome to tell me your secrets now, before I coerce them outta ya the hard way,” he grinded his quickly stiffening cock against her core, forcing a whimper out of Tohru. She rocked forward into him, clutching his shirt. God, why was she so easy? Motonari chuckled and tugged her kimono down her shoulders, kissing and nipping at her bare skin as it was revealed to him. “Or,” he added, “you can stay silent and pretend you don’t like my methods for makin’ you talk.”

“That’s not fair,” Tohru protested, wriggling against his onslaught, “You’re not supposed to call me out like that.”

“Is that so?” Motonari smirked as pulled her kimono until the fabric pooled on her elbows, her upper chest exposed to his hungry gaze. His ungloved hands cupped her breasts, kneading at the plump flesh. Tohru bit her lip, hands tightening on Motonari’s shirt. “My bad, must not’ve realized I was supposed to be discreet since you were so obvious about it,” he ran his thumbs across her nipples, circling her areola before swiping directly over the nubs, letting his nails scrape against her skin.

“Motonari, don’t be mean,” Tohru complained. She yelped when he pinched her nipples, twisting them almost cruelly. “Motonari, come on,” she pleaded, thighs squeezing together as she felt herself get wet. She peered up at him coyly, batting her eyelashes as she murmured, “Don’t you want to fuck me?” If Motonari wanted to play her, she’d show him that two could play that game.

Motonari didn’t fall for it so much as he took pity on her, but Tohru would take what she could get. “So much for romance, huh?” After one last squeeze of her tits, he slipped her kimono the rest of the way off, letting it spool on a corner of the blanket. “No underwear?” he noted, amused.

“Well, I didn’t see the point,” Tohru said defensively, knowing this just helped prove Motonari’s point about her being obvious. It was practical, though! They were just here for sex anyway, so why put some on just to take it off?

“Hey, you won’t see me complaining. Anytime you decide to ditch the panties just makes it easier for me,” Motonari guided them to sit down in the middle of the blanket, Tohru seated in his lap facing him. He trailed a hand down her belly until he was cupping her mound. “I’m a big fan of easy access, you see,” he stroked along her folds, fingers teasing at her entrance but not dipping in yet, just collecting her wetness and spreading it around her labia and clit. “One of these days, I’m gonna tell ya to spend a whole day without any clothes just so I can bend you over the nearest surface and take you whenever I want.”

Tohru whined, a fresh wave of slick dripping out of her with the force of her arousal. Gods, with his hand right there, there was no way for Motonari to miss that. And true to form, he commented, “Yeah, I thought you’d like the sound of that. Didn’t think I’d have you soaked this early, though.”

“Motonari, stop teasing me,” Tohru tried to angle her hips to encourage his fingers to slip into her, but Motonari stubbornly avoided where she wanted him most unless it was on his terms.

“If yer so desperate for it, I suppose I can oblige you,” Motonari finally slid his index finger inside her cunt, all the way to the base. Tohru was so wet he had no trouble fitting it in. Bolstered by the ease with which he slipped inside her, Motonari added another. Tohru moaned and rocked down on his hand as he pumped his digits inside her, scissoring and stretching, his free hand lightly scratching up and down her spine. He leaned forward and latched onto her left breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh god,” Tohru sank one hand in Motonari’s hair, her other clutching his shoulder. She bucked into his mouth, his hands, grasping onto him for support. “Come on, come on, you don’t have to prepare me, I’m ready,” she urged.

“If by ready you mean aching for it, sure,” Motonari deliberately pressed against her sweet spot just to hear her squeal, she was sure of it. “I don’t know if I want to give it to you, though. I mean, you haven’t told me what dirty secrets you’re hiding.”

Fuck, he was bringing it up this early? Usually he waited until his cock was in her at least. “Motonari, come on,” Tohru bargained, “We’re-we’re fulfilling one right now. I’m gonna run out at this rate.”

“You expect me to believe you have a limit to ideas you wanna try out? Ways for me to fuck you? I don’t care if all you can come up with is as vanilla as me eating you out in the middle of the day, I just wanna hear how you want me so I can give it to ya,” Motonari snuck a third finger inside, curling them up against her g-spot, driving them in and out of her relentlessly, wet, squelching noises filling the night air. “I don’t mind keeping you hooked here like this all night if I have to, but I know you want me to fuck you as much as I do, and we both know you have less patience than me, so it’s just a matter of how long you’ll be satisfied with my fingers instead of my cock.”

Stubborn (and enjoying the denial for the moment), Tohru refused to spill. Motonari would slow down whenever Tohru got close just to speed back up after her orgasm was further away again, laughing at the desperate way she drove herself onto his fingers. Frustrated, Tohru reached down to touch her clit, but Motonari gently knocked her hand away. “You having fun dragging this out?” he nibbled on a nipple, teeth lightly clasped around it as he tugged.

“Okay!” Tohru shouted at last, “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. I want-oh god, right there, keep-fuck, Motonari, slow down, I can’t-oh, oh, oh! Mmmm, yeah, like that.” Tohru took a deep breath and started again blurting it all out in a rush before she could lose her courage, “I want to wake up one morning with you already in me. I want to feel you in my dreams and wake up to find that you couldn’t wait for me and had to have me so bad that you just took me before I even knew what was happening.” Tohru was certain she was flushed beet red by the time she was done.

“Oh?” Motonari raised an eyebrow in interest. Tohru knew this particular idea would be to his fancy: Motonari often woke up before her, watching her sleep, leaping upon her the second she opened her eyes. “I didn’t know you were so eager for me you wanted me even in your sleep. I’ll be sure to give you a good wakeup call one day.” He pumped his fingers vigorously, aiming straight for her sweet spot. “For now, I guess I better keep my word, huh?”

“Yes, yes, you promised, Motonari, please,” Tohru leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder as she chased her orgasm. As wound up as she was, it didn’t take long: a few more thrusts right against her spongy center had Tohru hurtling over the cliff’s edge. She gasped against his shoulder, seizing up around him as he worked her through it, fingers digging into her for a couple moments until he gently pulled them out. Amidst her afterglow, Tohru was barely aware of Motonari wiping his hand on the blanket before he patted her side.

“Don’t tell me that was enough for you,” Motonari teased, “You all tuckered out or you ready for more?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Tohru confirmed. She straightened up with minimal effort; when she lifted her head off his shoulder, Motonari kissed her, one hand (the one not previously coated in her juices) cupping her cheek as he nipped at her bottom lip. Tohru sighed into the kiss, and Motonari took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, just a quick little taste, before he pulled away.

“Got it, captain,” Motonari said cheekily. He encouraged her to sit higher up on her knees as he laid down on the blanket. Still fully clothed, he shimmied his hips to be able to tug his pants down just enough to free his cock (sans underwear himself, Tohru noted). “All right, Tohru, you want it so bad, then take it,” he pumped himself twice for show, long, slow pulls that highlighted the length of him.

Tohru bit her lip around whatever needy sound that wanted to escape her. Motonari knew that pointing out how eager she was for him drove her crazy. Not even bothering to get undressed even though she was stark naked, forcing her to take her pleasure-aka his cock-in her own hands; all of it created an illusion that she was dying to get fucked and he was just humoring her. She’d turn things around on him one day if she didn’t like the humiliation so much.

Shuffling forward in order to line them up, Tohru gripped his cock, guiding it to her sopping hole. With a deep, bracing breath, Tohru slowly sank down. The tip popped in easily, the spongy tissue brushing against her folds before slipping into her cunt, but the rest of the shaft was more of a struggle. Her walls, sensitive from her earlier orgasm, fluttered around each hard inch as she lowered herself, clenching down on the intrusion. But Tohru persevered, and forced herself lower and lower until her hips were seated firmly on his, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. She hummed at the feeling of being full so soon after coming, pussy pulsing around the molten heat of him, hips grinding forward and back in minute circles, unable to keep still.

“That’s my girl,” Motonari purred, hands going to her waist, “Now show me how much you really want it.”

With her hands braced behind her on his legs for leverage, Tohru began lifting herself up and lowering herself, shallow thrusts that barely raised her hips off his. She built up a steady rhythm, slowly gaining the momentum to raise herself higher and higher with each pass until the peak of her rise was just under the head of his cock. She rode Motonari in earnest, tits bouncing with each thrust, hips slapping against his every time she sank down. Motonari planted his feet on the ground and bucked up into Tohru, matching his thrusts with her own.

Tohru leaned back against his legs, using them to straighten her posture and present more of her body to his view, using the strength of her legs to fuck herself onto him. She tilted her head up toward the sky, panting for breath, hands braced on his thighs. “You’re a sight like this,” Motonari complimented, “You should see the way the moonlight glows against your skin. Like you belong in that bright blue bay, shining in the water.”

Tohru found the fortitude to joke, unable to hide her smile, “You’re comparing me to a squid?”

“I’m comparing you to a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” Motonari sharply bucked up into her, angling to strike her g-spot in retaliation. Tohru’s lovely gasp encouraged him to do it again, once, twice more. “You went on and on about how beautiful that bioluminescence was, but here you are, the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tohru blushed. She would never get used to the whiplash of Motonari cycling from dirty talk to praise.

“Nah," Motonari said softly, drawing his hand up her side, touch reverent, admiring the way Tohru looked with a natural spotlight shining against her body, the way her sweat shone in the moonglow, the way her muscles contracted with her movements as she rose and fell on his cock. “I call it like I see it. The world’s most stunning views have nothin’ on you.”

Tohru groaned and buried her face in her hands, her breath hitching when Motonari brought one hand to her pussy, his thumb flicking gently against her clit. “Nothing’s more stunning than when you come, though,” he said, rocking into her with purpose, “so show me what that looks like here, shining like the moon’s showing you off.” Gasping whines left Tohru as Motonari worked her over, fucking up into her rapidly as he rubbed his thumb across her clit. As the pleasure mounted, Tohru found herself unable to deny his request, tipping over the edge with a sharp cry.

Motonari guided her through it, gently rolling into her to prolong her orgasm, smoothing his hands up and down her thighs. As Tohru came down from her high, she noticed that Motonari was still hard, still buried as deep as he could go, his hot length twitching with arousal right against her sweet spot. She whined and clenched around him, thighs attempting to squeeze closed but blocked by the way they were spread over Motonari’s waist. Motonari laughed and started gently driving into her again. “I know you can give me another one, Tohru,” he cooed, patting her thigh encouragingly.

“Mmm,” Tohru hummed, doing her best to grind her hips along with him, too tired to lift herself but chasing her third orgasm and his first anyway. “I can, I can.” She trembled with oversensitivity, hands curling into fists where they were braced on Motonari’s stomach..

Motonari quickly sped back up, not giving Tohru enough time to wind down from her last orgasm, intent on overwhelming her into her next one. He gripped Tohru’s hips to help pull her up and down his cock, using his own considerable strength to lift her. “You want it so bad, dont’cha?” he squeezed her hips, tight enough to leave bruises, to leave her something to admire and blush over in the morning.

“Wanna-wanna come with you this time,” Tohru slurred, nails scratching against Motonari’s abdomen as she scrabbled for stability, for something to hold onto. Her breath caught on every thrust, high-pitched whines punched out of her on the downstroke as their hips smacked together. When Motonari started aiming for her g-spot, bullying it with the head of his cock, Tohru shrieked, her walls constricting around his cock like she didn’t want him to pull out. “Please, please, please!” she begged, hips moving desperately. Oh, it was going to be embarrassingly easy for her to reach a third orgasm like this-Motonari wouldn’t even have to play with her clit to get her there.

“I got ya, I got ya,” Motonari grunted as he yanked her down on his dick, manhandling her just the way she liked. He ground his cock right into the soft, spongy core of her, fingers digging into the dips of her pelvis, nails biting into her skin. She started tightening up around him to the point it was almost painful, babbling a garbled mix of pleas and his name. “There you go,” he crowed, out of breath himself, “Go on and scream my name, princess.”

Tohru did just that as she came, cunt pulsing around his cock, bringing him over the edge himself, spilling deep inside her, her quivering walls milking him for all he was worth. Tohru collapsed on his chest, face buried in his neck, twitching and panting through the aftershocks, his softening cock slipping out of her. Motonari draped an arm across her back as he scratched at her scalp, praising her for riding him so well, for giving him such an amazing show, for being so loud in her pleasure.

Tohru absently patted Motonari’s chest, too tired to do anything more. “Good idea. We’re gonna have to do that again.”

“Next time, we’ll have to do it somewhere more daring,” Motonari promised. Tohru shivered in anticipation.

#My fics #Visions of Temptation 2023 #Kinktober #Ikesen #Motonari #Age appropriate

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ddelline · 7 months

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fic OST | circulus vitiosus (salva mea)

blurb | bc it’s me ofc there’s a fic OST to be had! posting this in the wake of publishing part 1, despite having 2 more parts to both write & post. well. anyway: hereby the music which serves as the inspirational foundation for circulus vitiosus (salva mea), or as it’s colloquially called: time loop!fic. may contain vague, conceptual spoilers for what’s to come in parts 2 and 3 (though not that much bc everything herein is pretty consistently dark & foreboding, lol) what | 30 tracks which may or may not be arranged according to in-fic events & which fail to stick any sort of genre-bound landing, feat everything from broken beat avant garde electronica → triphop → psychedelic rock → classic r&b, plus some delicious instrumental electric guitar bits playlist → spotify tracklist | under cut

01 | VTSS — why we don’t deserve nice things

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02 | tzusing — 戴綠帽 (wear green hat)

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03 | aphex twin — formula

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04 | the dead weather — will there be enough water?

will there be enough water when my ship comes in? water when my ship comes in? will there be water when my ship comes in?

05 | gustavo santaolalla — the hunters

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06 | wax tailor — ungodly fruit

perhaps those who may be among us for the first time may be wondering what is going to happen now

07 | djuma soundsystem — les djinns (trentemøller remix)

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08 | DJ shadow — what does your soul look like, pt. 2

in a few moments you will have an experience which will seem completely real it will be the result of your subconscious fears transformed to your conscious awareness you have five seconds to terminate this tape five, four, three, two, one

09 | nicolas jaar — john the revelator

now who art worthy, crucified and holy bound up for some, son of our god daughter of zion, judea’s lion

10 | ethel cain — two-headed mother

I’ve loved before, I’ll kill again you’re just the worst of all my men I’m not gonna pull you out the den

11 | regis — broken on the wheel

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12 | restive plaggona — lonely people after midnight

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13 | shudan — jiangshi

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14 | teeth of the sea — field punishment

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15 | parrish smith — fader

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16 | thom yorke — harrowdown hill

did I fall or was I pushed? did I fall or was I pushed? and where’s the blood? and where’s the blood?

17 | TENDER — machine

you cut me open, and pull me apart a hollow chest instead of a heart control, control me you do what you want with me, baby till I am spent, I’m so content

18 | BANKS — 27 hours

it’s been twenty seven hours since we even saw the sun

19 | deaf bones — only lovers left alive

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20 | parrish smith — sex, suicide & speed metal

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21 | low — poor sucker

some poor sucker at the bottom of the lake took the wrong way up when the ground began to break it’s a long way back that’s the price you gotta pay

22 | sade — long hard road

there’s a long hard road ahead but a voice inside me said said there’s something that you need to know it’s gonna to be alright

23 | massive attack, tricky & 3D — take it there

we’ll take it there, but take your time we’ll take it there, you’ll lose your mind

24 | plaid & björk — lilith

the moon it guides me on baby there’s absolutely no doubt

25 | sneaker pimps — lightning field

hope’s the child of what luck brings points to faith in higher things ask me now fire at everything at once strike me down

26 | mew — one flew over, one was destroyed

do you remember what made you fall? and does it matter to you at all?

27 | amor satyr — que dançar?

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28 | manni dee & akiko haruna — frowzy

a couple hours means nothing in the dark in the end the choice was never ours

29 | faithless, rollo armstrong & sister bliss — salva mea

I wanna take a look at the world behind these eyes every nook, every cranny reorganize realize my face don't fit the way I feel what's real?

30 | hozier — first light

the sky set to burst the gold and the rust the colour erupts you filling my cup the sun coming up

#work: fic #fic: cv/sm #work: music #fic extras #jjk #fandom: jujutsu kaisen #cv/sm extras #goyuu #I'm back on my bullshit take 34 #u may not want this but u will get it anyway

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korissideblog · 2 years

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Boohoo it’s the Aito Rin Bestyship fic <3

[Rin is from the lovely @kamiart <3 everybody give it up for @kamiart <33]

Rin, finally energized after a full day’s rest, wandered into the communal kitchen, a bit surprised to see a familiar shadow in the darkness. She approached quietly and waved to her friend’s back. “Hey Takao kun!” Rin said, only to be met with a girlish scream as the boy turned and brandished a knife in her direction.

It would honestly be scarier if the knife wasn’t dulled to a round edge, as well as covered in peanut butter.

“Oh, hey Rin-Rin!” Aito chirped, as though nothing had happened. “I’m just making a midnight snack, what’s up?”

“Ah, I’m just walking around a bit.” Rin responded, clasping her hands behind her back. “It’s kinda tough being one of the few nocturnal students… I mostly just train and do homework”

“Oh yeah, I totally get that!” Aito laughed, nodding as she turned to continue making her open-faced sandwich. “My sleep schedule gives me 2 or 3 hours awake in the middle of the night- but I'm not usually studying.” he said with a mischievous grin. Aito was about to shove the sandwich into her mouth, but paused, before looking back at Rin. “uh… Haru usually says I should share. Want some?” Aito asked, holding out the sandwich to Rin.

“O-oh! Well- thanks but- I got my own snack.” Rin explained, holding up a couple bags of chips from the vending machine. “Uh, actually, you wanna come with me? I’m on a study break and… wanted to go look at the stars for a bit…”

Aito’s ears perked up as his tail wagged, nodding quickly “of course Rin! I’d love to hang out with you!” she giggled, shoving the sandwich into her mouth before walking to one of the windows and cracking it a bit. He was sitting on the window sill, about to pull himself up when Rin actually understood what he was doing and ran up to stop him.

“Takao kun! You don’t… there’s a stairway up there, you know.” she said. Aito stared for a second, eyes empty as he thought about what she was saying, before he took the sandwich out of his mouth and nodded.

“Yeah I knew that… I just- uh- usually go this way. we can go up the stairs if you want.” she said, slipping out of the window and standing still. “Uhh… yeah I super know where it is too… do you wanna lead the way though? Uh- so I can focus on eating?” he continued, as if making the reasoning up on the spot. Rin covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed at Aito, and led the way to the staircase at the end of the hall.

The two laid on their backs on top of a blanket stolen from the common room, staring up at the night sky.

“Ophiuchus and Serpens!” Aito said, pointing up to a particular grouping of stars. “Ophiuchus- greek word meaning ‘snake bender,’ from the story of Asclepius! Asclepius- son of Apollo and Coronis- was the medicine god, one so well trained that he could bring people back from the dead!” Aito traced the figure of the man with her finger. “It frightened Hades, and he asked Zeus to kill the god for him- which he totally did- but then he gave Ascelepius that constellation!” he said, leaning back again and trying to spot another constellation his mother taught him.

"Tsuki no Usagi” Rin mumbled, pointing to the moon. “Śakra once came to earth disguised as a beggar. He asked for food from a fox, a monkey, and a rabbit. The fox brought the beggar fish, the monkey brought fruits, but the rabbit only had grass to offer.” Rin continued, closing her eyes as she told the story. “The rabbit asked the man to make a fire, and once it was made, the rabbit jumped into the flames. To honor the rabbit’s generosity, Śakra brought him up to the moon with him.” Aito nodded, appreciating the story and about to add to it when Rin sat up. "...You know, I come up here a lot… when I'm just feeling lonely, or bored.

"When I see the moon, and hear all the crickets, the trees, the wind...I don't know why, but, it just makes me feel at ease- y'know? Like...like I'm not always alone in the world. Every single day, every night...we're just surrounded by so much life, and activity- and I guess, it just makes me feel less lonely…” Rin giggled, folding her legs up to her chest and holding them, still looking at the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Aito, ever the master with words, immediately blanked on what to say to that. He wasn’t very poetic like Rin, so instead he tackled the girl, hoping to lighten the mood with some playful wrestling.

Aito immediately found himself on the ground, having been flipped over Rin’s shoulder and pinned to the roof like it was nothing. Aito almost believed that one of Rin’s many defenders had shown up just to ruin his fun, till the person kneeling on his back flinched away, immediately apologizing in Rin’s voice.

“Sorry Takao kun!!!” she cried, falling back on her butt as she scooted away from him. “I-I didn’t mean that! I’m so sorry- are you hurt?!” she continued to ramble as Aito stared at her in shock.

He took a second to move, sitting up on his knees and punching the air. “THAT WAS SO COOL RIN-RIN!!!” she shouted, nearly at the top of her lungs. “I didn’t know how strong you were!! You can really move when you’re all charged up!!!” she rambled, her tail wagging wildly. “I’ve beat you a whole bunch of times in training fights! Ohhh next time though we gotta do it at night! AUGH! I really didn’t know how powerful you were!”

Rin flinched away from the girl’s excitement, only laughing along when she realized that he wasn’t upset with her. “I-I mean… we really dont know alot about each other…” Rin said, a bit less energetic than Aito.

Aito paused for a moment, steadying as he realized what Rin had said. “I’d like to change that!” Aito blurted out, as if there was nothing filtering his mind from his mouth.

Aito took a second to actually think, sitting back down as he looked over at Rin. “I… uh… when I was a kid, I didn’t really do the whole… friends thing…” he admitted, his hands fidgeting in front of him as he spoke. “I was just… I was so scared all the time. I don't remember what I was scared of… but it was enough to keep me alone for so long. Ever since I can remember, it’s just been me and mamá. I didn’t need anybody else… or at least I thought so…”Aito lowered his head a bit, like a dog who was caught doing something it shouldn’t have. “But now that I'm here, with all these friends and… I mean… sometimes I wonder what I missed out on… being so afraid for so long.” Aito mumbled, before lifting his head to look at Rin, staring rather expectantly.

Rin realized what he wanted, and looked away nervously. She really wasn’t as open of a book as Aito was, and just didn’t feel ready to talk about her life before UA.

But Aito had been so honest and vulnerable… and Rin couldn’t just ignore that.

“I-I was… I was kinda the same, I guess.” She shrugged, sitting cross legged across from the demon boy. “Before UA, I was… I was really alone. I didn’t have anybody looking out for me… so I really wasn’t ready to trust someone enough… to be friends with them.” Rin explained, her hair falling gently infront of her eyes as she lowered her head. “I guess… I guess I was just afraid… kinda like you?” The two sat together in pensive silence, till Rin lifted her head again. “But I'm not afraid anymore.” She said, confidently. “I have so many friends now… and I'm so happy that I do.”

Aito smiled weakly, holding himself with his arms as if cold. “I don’t… really know what friendship… is supposed to feel like.” She admitted, pausing when Rin rested her hand onto his shoulder.

“I think we get to decide that… for ourselves.”

And now, at this very second, on the roof of the UA dorm building, with the shining stars glittering in an inky void of black, space surrounding them so completely, that they could almost understand the sickening infinity of the universe, the two completely ignored it all. For they could only understand the sickening infinity of friendship two people could have, tapping the border between “kind acquaintances” and genuine friendship.

Aito is the one who broke it, moving from their frozen state and returning to their blanket, patting the spot next to him. Rin returned as well, laying down as Aito did the same.

Carefully, Aito traced a couple of stars out of the night sky, seemingly random until she opened her mouth. “A bunny… with horns.” She mumbled, her hand falling back down to rest on her stomach. “It’s us… that can be our constellation.” She said, surely.

“I like that…” Rin chuckled, watching as Aito repeated the motion, as if drawing it into the night sky itself. “Should we make up a story for it, or-“ Rin blinked as she realized that Aito was drifting off to sleep next to her. He attempted to wake the boy, but gave up in her efforts when he sleepily pushed her hands away. Rin wasn’t sure what to do, till Aito reached out and grabbed her arm, wrapping his arms around it and cuddling close. She’s been told by many people that Aito was a cuddler, but almost didn’t believe it till the boy had proven them right himself. Rin giggled quietly to herself, before patting Aito on the head. “I know you don’t like being alone… so I’ll keep you company tonight…” she said, returning her gaze to the sky. It was definitely a beautiful night out, and Rin was happy that she got to see it… especially with her friend, Aito.

Aito awoke with the sun, mostly because it was shining on his face. He huffed a bit as he found himself on the uncomfortable rooftop, but stopped his usual stretch prematurely when he realized that Rin was napping right beside him. Aito considered leaving her to her nap, but realized that she might be upset if she missed class. She wasn’t sure why he cared if Rin was upset, but he did. Carefully he removed himself from the cuddle they had been sleeping in, and pulled the blanket around Rin. He made sure she was nice and secure before lifting her into his arms. He almost launched her before he realized that she was much lighter than she appeared, but luckily got back on balance quickly. Aito gently carried his friend Rin down the stairs and back to the dorms, hoping to give her time to wake up as he did so.

#aito takao #bnha oc comeback #knha // kimi no hero academia #tsukikage rin #kori stories

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ocean-anchored · 4 months

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Dear future self… January 7, 2024

This week has been pretty quiet honestly. I’ve been pet sitting Theo which has been alright. He’s sweet & cute but has no listening skills. His recall sucks so the parks haven’t been the best times, he also is high maintenance energy that it’s exhausting but I drop him off to his next sitter tmrw. I haven’t done too much this week. Been going to the dog park every day, reading a bit before bed & then watching shows. On Thursday at the dog park this guy was walking towards me & complimented my knights toque, when I looked up he was wearing a knights hat. I laughed & said wow there’s very few of us here what are the odds! & he started asking questions which sparked a continued conversation for at least half an hour. He was curious, inquisitive which was really nice. We were walking back to my car & he paused. I knew he was going to ask & we said it too & I laughed. I said it was refreshing talking to someone who showed genuine interest & curiosity & he thanked me for the compliment so we exchanged numbered. It was nice & he’s really sweet so we’ll see where that goes. I did tell him I just came out of a toxic relationship though so friendship was all I was looking for at this time.

I think it was two days after that Troy had texted me asking how I was feeling. We’ve had continued conversation through the week here & there but nothing big & then after Friday after midnight & I responded Saturday mid morning I haven’t heard back. But it’s fine. I’m not pushing it & I don’t want to force anything. I’m going to leave it to see if he’ll invite me or ask me to do something. Saturday morning I dropped Theo to day camp & went to the mountains with nova. Went to quarry park & did our usual walk & then took a different path towards grassi. It was really nice day, drive up & saw some other lakes that would be really nice in the summer. Steven dropped off some stuff later & then again I just read & watched shows. Very chill. I want this year to be more kind & giving. I mentioned giving compliments to lift people up but also I want to bless people too in ways. Before I drove out to Canmore I went to Starbucks & I paid for the persons order behind me. It felt really good. Made me happy. Then as I was driving out I prayed that God would open more doors like that for me. That he would put it on my heart to be able to bless people more wherever it was. I went to Walmart for groceries after coming back & the older lady behind me had asked the cashier

How much the reusable bags were as she needed some. I happened to have had 2 extra ones which I wasn’t sure how I only used 3 from my order but God lined it so perfectly & I gave them to her. She said she would pass that forward which was nice to hear. I giggled as I walked away, how only hours before I asked God to open more of those opportunities up. I didn’t want to go to church today but I did which I’m glad. It was a good service & the pastor talked about how we need to be cutting things off & not be dragging certain things into 2024. Whether that be relationships, emotional ties, physical items etc but we needed to be able to leave it behind & move forward. Really good & want I need to hear.

There’s a lot I want to leave in 2023. I really hope to do that this year as I move forward.

#personal #dear future self #life update #dearfutureself #journal update

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nininehaaa · 9 months

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Leo valdez - crying

‼️SELF HARM‼️

TW: THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SELH HARM AND DESCRIPTIONS OF IT❗️❗️❗️❗️

I too struggle with sh so this chapter is to spread awareness that there is ALWAYS another way of coping.

Y/N's PoV:

I cried. I have been crying. I've been crying for years, being a hades child wasn't the best. If you were though, you'd be bullied, abused, harassed and generally hated. People would avoid you like the plague. Besides, who would associate with someone that could kill them?

Leo Valdez would. And he did

I laid emotionlessly on my bed, as I watched the long lines of blood flow down my arms and

Drop of my elbows. My eyes pinched together at the sting of tears dropping on the cuts.

My mind was blank, all this suffering and pain and loss just cause the gods couldn't keep it in their pants.

I was kicked out of my trance as I heard a nock on the cabin door. Shit, Leo was probably early for our date to the party .

I quickly dragged myself out of bed and went to put on a longed sleeved shirt.

As I walked to the door I prayed that Leo wouldn't notice my demeanour.

"Hey Leo "

" HII YN YOU READY????"

"Leo it doesn't start till 8"

"So? Come on let's be early!!!"

"3 hours early?"

"Huh?"

"Leo it's only 5"

"WHAT"

"Umm yeah"

"OH SHIT "

What?"

"ITS 5!!!!!"

"So ?"

"I HAVE TO GO BYEEE"

"Oh ok"

"ILL SEE YOU AT THE PARTY "

Just like that Leo ran of into camp and left me confused as hell as to what he had planned at 5.

After I cried for a tad bit more I went and got ready for the party.it was tricky finding something long sleeved but I decided on wearing:

After putting on some makeup you did your hair and was ready.

~~at da party~~

Leo's PoV:

I couldn't wait to surprise YN . I had been working on a necklace for the past few months so that I could give it her on our anniversary. Tomorrow is our anniversary of one year so I'm going to give it to her at midnight .

I suddenly heard my name being called and I realised that it was YN. She looked beautiful.

Except the fact that she seemed a bit upset. I frowned , she was fine when I was with her yesterday so what happened?

"Oh hey Leo "

"YN! You look hot as hell"

"Why thank you, you don't look to bad yourself

"Hey!"

"I'm just kiddingggg"

"K well why aren't you wearing the other one?"

"What do you mean?"

"The dress y' know , other purple one"

"Oh umm I'm cold"

"It's 24 degrees?"

"Still your the fire one , of course your hot"

"Oh okay"

After the party I took her to the docks to give her my present

"Leooo why'd you bring me here?"

"Just wait it's nearly 12"

"Huh ,why are you waiting for 12?"

"Yessss it's finally midnight "I said looking at my watch

I slowly removed the box out of my pocket and put it in Y/N's hand.

I saw the confusion and excitement in her eyes as her shaking hands undid the ribbon and put the necklace out.

The necklace:

"Leo did you make this for me?"

"Uh yeah, I know how much you like scream and um well I spend a few months making it cause I- it's made of styrangian iron and I um couldn't really find an-"

She cut my rambling of with a passionate kiss.

"Leo it's perfect, I- I love it"

P2 sooon

#tw self destructive behavior #self h@rm #self love #leo valdez #pjo series #pjo #loveyourself #angst

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨5

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) threats, implied and mild violence

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

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I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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You walked and walked until you could no more. You stopped in front of another humongous set of gates and ordered an Uber. You waited in the dark in the shadow of the wall and a car slowed as it approached. You waved as the model and plate matched the app and got in. The driver remarked on the odd pick-up but you just shrugged and dialed.

You’d called your mom several times and she hadn’t picked up. It was almost eleven then so you gave up as her voicemail beeped once again. You dropped your head back against the seat and held your head. Everything was fucked.

You couldn’t believe it. Clark making the offer, Marcus trying to barter with him. It was all so fucked up. Five years. Five years! You never thought Marcus to be that type, shallow and greedy. Sure, he griped about money but you always made due and you thought if you had each other, it would be enough for him. But it wasn’t and he was ready to trade you to a stranger for a check.

You felt nauseous and crossed your arms over your stomach as you hunched over. You felt like crying but you knew you couldn’t. You had to get what you needed and get out. You weren’t going to stick around to argue with either of those assholes. This was the last time you were going to let your hope be crushed.

How much time had you wasted? On both of them.

You got out in front of your building and finalised the tip for the driver. You felt worse that you were going to leave your work in that cretin’s house. That he thought he could just buy you like he did the canvas. It was all just a ploy to get in your pants. And the way he said it, “I’ll fuck her either way.” Like you would fall into his arms agog and smitten.

You rushed up the stairs as your eyes began to well and you sniffled as you unlocked your apartment door. You wanted badly to trash the large monitor sitting above Marcus’ glowing tower. You wanted to shred all his clothes and take a hammer to everything he owned.

You didn’t. You grabbed your laptop from your desk and swept into the bedroom. You pulled your floral duffel from under the bed and loaded it with your laptop, tablet, and a pile of clothes. You tossed the zip-up pouch with your passport and other important documents on top and hauled it over your shoulder. He could keep the rest of it. You didn’t care if it ended up in the dumpster.

You checked the time as you closed the apartment door and headed down the hallway. It was after midnight. You wondered if they noticed you were gone. You didn’t care. You were sending every penny back to Clark, even if you had to dip into your savings; those years of squirreling away in hopes of buying a home with the love of your life.

That was what you thought he was. You just couldn’t understand how he could be so easily won over by overpriced cars and the ridiculously overdone mansion. You came out onto the street and stopped.

Where could you go? There wasn’t a bus out of town until the morning. You could get a hotel room for the night and head to your mom’s then. God, you felt rotten at the thought of showing up at her doorstep, another failure on your shoulders. You swore to her the last time you talked that you were finally getting your feet under you.

Why were you so stupid?

You dried your cheeks with the back of your hand and adjusted the strap of the heavy bag and turned down the sidewalk. There was a Days Inn not far from your place. They might have a vacancy.

You didn’t make it two steps before you heard the car door. You tried to ignore the man as you were eager to be anywhere but out in the city streets after dark. It was too late to react as the passenger door opened and the dark figure blocked your path. The driver came up behind you and you cried out as you were seized from both sides.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you shrieked, “let go of me.”

“Shut up,” the driver said as he covered your mouth and the other man took your bag.

You murmured into his palm and kicked out with your heel, barely missing the passenger with the sharp tip. He opened the back door and threw your bag inside. He turned back and grabbed your legs as you thrashed and both men struggled to angle you in after the duffle.

You pushed your chin above the man’s hand and gasped, “please, what--”

“Shh,” you were finally forced past the door and it slammed behind you, nearly catching your skirt.

You sat up and pulled on the door handle but it didn’t budge. You couldn’t pull up the locks and your fingers just slid down the switches. Even the windows wouldn’t roll down.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” you kicked the door desperately, “please--”

“Hurry up,” the passenger growled, “don’t wanna keep the boss waiting.”

“Hey! I’m talking to you--”

“And you better stop,” the driver pulled out a gun and turned to point it at you, “close those sweet little lips and be a good girl. We got a far way to go, doll.”

You swallowed and pushed yourself back against the vinyl seat. The driver turned forward and shoved the keys in the slot as the other bent around the console and reached to snatch your clutch from you. He wrestled with you for a moment then ripped it away. He took out your phone and waved it triumphantly as the car began to move.

“Please, what--”

“Don’t make me tell you to shut up again,” the driver warned as he focused on the road, “god damn maniac got me out in the middle of the night with this shit.”

“It’ll be a good cut,” the other man said, “can’t complain about a late night if I’m getting paid.”

“The boss? Who--”

“Fuck, you ever know when to shut up?” The passenger turned to glare at you, “you’re really not doing yourself any favours so please.”

He looked forward again and flipped on the radio. He turned the dial so you were deafened by the raucous tones of hair metal. You cradled your ears and huffed as you fell back against the seat. The street lights flashed down on the seat beside you as you passed and you shook your head.

This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. But the question still remained; who exactly was Clark Kent?

🎨

You screamed as the man dragged you out of the car. The other came around to grab your other arm as you swiped out with your nails. Your ankles bent under you as you tried to stop yourself on the mosaic stonework. The large mansion loomed over you in the dark, still night. The party was over and all the cars were gone.

You writhed as they forced you through the front door and you tried futilely to shake off the larger men. Your chest hammered with panic and you leaned back as you were dragged up the stairs. You grunted as you wriggled and hissed at how they twisted your arms back and held them firmly.

“Please, please, just let me go--”

“Well, doll, we’ve come this far,” the driver snickered, “you really think you can get out now?”

“I don’t-- who are you? Why are you doing this?”

You were dragged towards the pair of pale doors that stood open as they offered a peek of the studio within. The amber glow of a lamp washed over shadows and limned the lines of the overturned easel as you were taken inside. You whined as the men stopped just past the doors.

Clark sat in the same chair he sat in for your sessions. He smirked as his eyes fell upon you but your own skittered over to Marcus as he sat on the stool by the table of paints. You blinked and batted away tears of disbelief with your lashes. His eye was swollen and his lip split; thick rope held his wrists behind his back and coiled around his torso and legs.

“What--

“Let her go, close the door,” Clark demanded, “I can handle her.”

The moment the hands left your arms, you spun but an arm caught you swiftly around the waist. You were flung back so you sprawled across the floor. You cried out as you met the polished wood and your body rang with pain.

“Hey,” Clark warned and his footsteps neared you as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms, “that doesn’t happen again, got it?”

“Sorry, boss, I was just--”

“Go,” Clark barked as he knelt and took your arm.

The doors slid closed with a harsh snap and you hit Clark’s chest as he tried to pull you up to your feet. You dug your heels into the floor and pushed yourself away from him. You turned and got up on your knees. You climbed to your feet but he was quick to block your path to the doors.

“You left so suddenly,” he crossed his arms, “not even a goodbye?”

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” you sneered, “I heard your offer,” you paused and looked around at Marcus, “and I heard you too. I’m not a whore.”

“Sweetheart, I know you’re not,” Clark said patronizingly, “but apparently he doesn’t.”

“Whatever, let me go, I don’t want either of you,” you snarled.

You tried to brush past him and he grabbed your arms and backed you up. “Sweetheart, I don’t have to pay for it. Understand that. And we did settle on a deal but I’m not paying for your services.”

“What-- Why--”

“I’m paying him to watch,” Clark winked, “I want him to see how he fucked up. I want him to see what a real man can do for you.”

“I’m not interested,” you tried to shrug him off but he held firm, “get off of me, Clark. We’re done. I’m sending you your money back and I don’t want to see you again.”

“Where are you gonna go, huh? No job, no prospects, no money?”

“I did alright before you, I can take care of myself--”

“Sweetheart,” he framed your chin with his hand and leaned in, “this is where we make a deal of our own…” his blue eyes clung to yours as he lowered his voice, “you can go along with it and the boy gets to walk off with just a couple bruises or… he doesn’t leave this room on his feet.”

Your eyes rounded and your lip quivered. You sucked in air and steeled yourself.

“I told you, I’m done with both of you,” you hissed.

“Uh huh, but I know you’re not gonna let him die just like that,” he turned his hand and rubbed your cheek, “besides, neither of us are stupid. I saw how you look at me and you know what lies behind those eyes.”

“No, I don’t…” you uttered and looked back at Marcus. He squirmed on the stool helplessly as he stared at you intently, begging you silently as he bit down on the gag. “Why are you doing this?”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he trailed his finger over your lower lip, “it’s okay. Haven’t I been good to you?”

“I can’t… please, don’t make me do this.”

“Come on, let’s sit down,” he dropped his hand as his other clung to your arm, “we have some things to sort out first.”

He pulled on you and you locked your legs. After a moment, your knees buckled and you let him lead you over to the chair. He sat and drew you onto his lap. You sat stiffly as his hand tickled your lower back and crawled up to pick at the straps of your dress.

“You see everything I have, everything I can do,” he said staunchly, “I can snap his neck as easily as I snap my fingers,” his other hand settled on your knee and squeezed. He nuzzled your shoulder and grazed your skin with his lips, “and even if it came to that, I’d still have you, sweetheart. This isn’t about what I get, I know my prize, this is about you and how you want things to go.”

You shuddered and shakily touched your neck. You hated the way his fingertips sent shivers through you and his lips made your stomach churn. You stopped his hand as it crawled up your leg.

“I… I only wanted to paint,” you said numbly.

“And did you really think that was all I wanted? A painter?” he scoffed and slipped his hand from beneath yours. He felt along the slit of the dress and shoved his hand beneath the fabric.

“I don’t… know…” you squeezed your thighs together as his fingers curled into your flesh.

“You really want to make this difficult? Sweetheart, you can’t even begin to know who I am and what I can do. This is just a taste.”

“Wh-why me?” you stuttered as he forced his hand between your legs and kneaded your flesh.

“Why not?” he replied.

He slapped your thick lightly and urged you off of him. You stood and he reached beneath his jacket as you wobbled on your weak legs and looked at Marcus desperately. He shook his head and let it slump down on his chest.

“Now, Marcus,” Clark revealed a dark pistol, “we talked about this. If you want your money, you don’t get to look away.”

You stared at the barrel as he pointed it at Marcus and lifted a brow. You flinched as your emotions swirled in your stomach and every one of your nerves was set alight.

“Sweetheart, you have one minute to make up your mind,” he pulled back the hammer, “as much as that looks gorgeous on you, I want you in only this.”

He pushed his fingers into his pants pocket and pulled out the diamond necklace. He held it out and the gems twinkled in lowlight. You swallowed and reached to take them from him.

“Who are you?” you asked as you hooked your fingers through the chain.

He chuckled and ran his fingers along his beard, “I’m exactly who you need me to be.”

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chocolateheart · 3 years

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed.

Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out.

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single.

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind.

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown.

“I see you took off your costume for the evening."

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset.

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased.

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.”

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.”

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now…

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home.

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with.

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous.

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.”

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth.

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used.

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness.

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing.

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him.

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away.

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles.

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head.

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.”

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street.

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment.

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie.

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping.

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite.

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