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babykatsu · 4 years

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PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT: 7k

RATING: nsfw ⛈

GENRE: smut!

WARNINGS: slow burn, swearing, kissing, no intercourse, foreplay, car sex, little bit of degradation, a littleeee rough!

⤷ SYNOPSIS:

as though fate had its worst intentions, bakugous car had broken down on the way to your high school reunion with you in the car as well. GREAT! Not only was it getting dark and chilly, you were also in the middle of nowhere... That really didn’t ease the atmosphere, especially when Bakugou was already hesitant on lending you a drive to the reunion. But with the discomfort, there always comes a way to ease it ;)

AUTHORS NOTE:

a special thanks to @laylahoran for not only helping me proof read and pick out the title for this scenario BUT also for just being there to support me through out this whole thing! Literally the purest friend🥺🥺💕💕 ilysmmm!!!

Also, this is my first detailed smut imagine so sorry if it’s a bit sloppy :(

Life after high school proved to be a lot more different than expected. For starters, after having moved to find better work opportunities in the city, you found yourself deprived of nearly all social interaction with your previous friends. Yes, you still caught up over text and call, but it was safe to say it was not quite the same. Not only did the hectic schedule of working for a hero agency clash with your friends’, when you were on your days off all your friends seemed to be busy with their own goals of becoming high ranking heroes. You sort of started living a more solitary lifestyle, a drastic change from your previous one.

So when you flopped down on your couch, your body sluggish and desperate for sleep after a bustling day of work, you felt suddenly energised. Eyes wide as you could just barely believe what you were reading. An email had illuminated on your phone screen, reading the following:

“Greetings class A! It has been nearly a year since we have all graduated and I’m in complete aw as to how far you have all come :) On a more dejected note, however, we have all seemed to grow more distant due to our work. I have missed you all dearly and believe the connections we all formed are amazing experiences we should not forget about! Though we may have kept in contact here and there, it’s evident that we all have been lacking. This is why I have taken it upon myself to set up a reunion party! More information is soon to be delivered in the next email, and I’m super excited to hear from you all. Arrangements with your agencies will take place as soon as confirmations come through. You’re previous classmate, Tenya Iida”

As though your prayers had been answered, you were greeted with that email. Now, this was an offer you couldn’t pass up! Without hesitation, your fingers started typing away at your phone, the pads of your fingers darting across the glass as though they had a mind of their own. You were determined to go, excitement flooding your sense at just the thought of the whole event! As your eager fingers hit send on the email a sudden thought crossed your mind.

Shit...

You hadn’t thought about it previously, mind racing and occupied with the general idea of a reunion, how were you going to get to the location of the party?

As said previously, life was not as expected after graduating, and though heroes lived a life with above-average pay, bathing in luxuries at times, it all took years of experience. No way could you have reached such a high status having worked for less than a year in this field. With the lack of money to your name, there were no chances of you owning a car at this very moment in time. Maybe public transport was a good option? But the delays, need for time arrangements and the entire coordination of your journey was already giving you a headache. The travel aspect was less than fruitful.

But you were going to get there one way or another.

Taking in a deep breath, you gently pressed the off button on your device, sinking your body further into the couch as you allowed your body to finally relax. Your mind pondered of all the different options, from uber’s and cabs to all the different forms of public transport available. But as your unresting thoughts echoed around in your head, you finally concluded. A conclusion that churned your stomach, a fluttery feeling pricking the goosebumps along your chilled skin.

You could ask Bakugou for a lift.

Though this plan seemed faulty, a high chance he would decline the offer to attend the reunion filled with “extras”, you still had your hopes up high.

Out of all the people who could have moved to the same part of town as you, Bakugou was the one. It was pure coincidence that you both had ended up not too far from each other, a block away in fact. Though throughout all three years that you attended u.a you had barely spoken to him. You had your exchange in words here and there, the occasional insult would be thrown your way, but oddly enough out of all people in the class, you received his harsh treatment the least. You just figured, he barley knew you so acknowledging your existence was a waste of his time. Yet his subtle acts of warmth towards you didn’t go unnoticed by your subconscious, a strange feeling invading your body. You developed feelings for the boy.

Shockingly, you found yourself attracted to him, even with the lack of a solid foundation for a proper friendship. You didn’t know what exactly enticed you so much, maybe it was his toned chiselled frame or perhaps his confident exterior. Whatever it was, it had your heart thumping faster at every glance you two shared, and the thoughts that lingered with these unexplainable emotions were even more hectic. It was as though every second you spent alone, confined by the four white walls of your room, you lay wondering of all you wanted him to do to you. A peak of curiosity soon turned into a full-fledged lust for him. The moment you batted your eyelids shut, you’d picture his muscular body towering yours, his hands pinning you down as he’d shamelessly make you a mess under his touch. A thought of him could make your entire body explode. It was all far too complicated for you to process.

That’s why when you moved to a new part of the city, in hopes to start work as well rid yourself of your weird infatuation, you went pale at the sight of him only a couple streets away from where you newly lived. You tried to convince yourself this was indeed a one-time occurrence, yet you’d see him again and again... and again. He most certainly lived near you, it was undeniably true.

Every time you’d return from work, shoes hitting the concrete sidewalk with an echoing tap, you’d always pass him. At first, you shared no words, not a single exchange between you two until one day he randomly spoke up. You remember that moment like the back of your hand, as though it happened just a few minutes ago. Admittedly, the conversation was nothing spectacular, but it still caused a rapid shock to strike through you as the memory of you exchanging numbers with him lurked your brain. The whole event was so bizarre and it still seems unreal now.

Snapping from your daydream, you came to a solid answer. This was probably the best time to put his number to good use. Unlike you, he had a car and could most likely drive you to where ever this reunion will take place... That’s if he decides he is going to attend as well. That’s where your plan seems to not be so successful.

Yet, you had no other choice. He was your best shot at finally getting a break from this borderline isolation.

Nervously, you picked your phone up once more, gently scrolling through your contacts until a familiar name was visible: ‘Katsuki Bakugou’. A nervous feeling burnt at the pit of your stomach as you anxiously went to type out a message. Your shaky fingers tapped the keyboard, with every additional letter that was added to your sentence, your heartbeat sped up even faster until you felt it pound against your ears. Who knew you could feel so nervous about a generic message... It was Bakugou you were texting after all. Not only was he known for being an uncontrollable hothead, but he was also the guy you often fantasied about. You were more than flustered by this point.

Finally, after rereading your message frantically over and over again, you hit send. You felt your heart quickly sink before a chill ran through your entire body. Now you play the waiting game...

On the other end of the line sat a pouting Bakugou. Just like you, he had received the same email, his face crinkled into a frown as he read the disgusting email present on his screen. Like he’d show up to watch a bunch of extras overly excited for no reason. The entire thought of a reunion made his blood boil. At the same time, however, he wouldn’t mind seeing a few faces.

Sure he hated the class, but there was no denying he missed the ‘old days’. He rolled his eyes and let out a huff, in complete annoyance at how soft he’d become. Was he really contemplating going to that shitty reunion? Apparently so, as he decided to type up a quick response to Iida's invite.

A thought he had tried awfully hard to suppress soon made its way to the surface. It was you. Out of all the people he’d want to meet at the reunion, it had to be you. Though he didn’t necessarily have to be at the reunion to view you.

Similarly, he found himself drawn to you for some obscure reason. All throughout high school up until now. During school, he would always gawk at the way your skirt swayed side to side as you walked or even the way you leaned against the desk arching your back most perfectly. It had Bakugous eyes adhered to you. He just wanted to run his hands across your entire body, his lips bequeathing marks on every soft sweet spot on your skin. You’d be his, the deep hickeys that scattered your delicious skin marking his territory. Never had he felt so sexually frustrated, desiring a person so bad it was making him lose his mind. He had better things to worry about, like brining the number 1 hero for starters, but no matter how much he tried denying his deepest desires they just wouldn’t leave.

He tried so hard, he even moved just to get away from you. Of course, that didn’t work, when he saw you strutting down the sidewalk, your clothes hugging all your curves in a way that made his mouth water. He wanted you, and he wanted you bad!

And Bakugou gets, what Bakugou wants.

Just as that memory swirled his mind, a ping came from his phone, the gentle vibration of the device in his palm breaking him from his fantasy. His vermillion eyes went wide as he glanced down at the notification that had just gone off. The name he wanted to see most displayed.

‘Hey! It’s [name], hope I’m not being a bother :) I’m sure you also received the email about the reunion party, I hope to see you there. That’s if I can get there... Maybe you could give me a lift? Don’t worry if you don’t want to, I understand!’

Bakugou bit his bottom lip as he squinted down at the information in front of him. As much as he wanted to agree, his pride didn’t permit him an agreement to your proposal so easily. Rather than cooperating the way he wanted to, he typed out a message juxtaposing his real desire.

And there started your exchange in messages, the back and forth and your “convincing” to give you ride. Though we all know Bakugou was going to give in to it either way.

Weeks had passed since then, the texts that followed after between you two was kept to an evident minimum. The only exchange included a catch up on your plans for the reunion and that was about it. You were more anxious by the day, knowing the reunion date was coming closer to existence.

Next thing you knew, the day had arrived.

You were seated in the passenger seat of Bakugous car. Nervously, you shifted in the leather seat, hand resting on the inner door handle as your eyes followed the passing trees that came in and out of view.

The sky was faintly clouded, a ray of golden sun piercing through parted clouds, dripping a soft sunset hue over the ivy leaves of the trees. You sat inside the car, yet you remembered the faint chilly winds that caressed your skin. Overall, the weather was decent, far from perfect but not awful either.

The tranquillity that filled the car was apparent, the most noise that was present was the hushed sound of the radio playing, the music placid. It only intensified the awkward silence that was held between you both.

Playing with the hem of your dress, you spoke up in an attempt to spark up a conversation. “well, aren’t you the conversationalist” you spoke sarcastically, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Though you spoke suddenly, Bakugou didn’t seem to divert his focus from the road. His face stayed in its usual state, not even a smirk dared to spread across his lips. Clearly, your playfulness was not reciprocated. The silence engulfed you both for a while longer before he finally responded. His reply was less than adequate, a simple hum.

You shifted your attention back onto the view outside, watching as the car drives deeper and deeper into some sort of forest. The trees grew larger, the suns light being swallowed by the towering greenery above. Cars began passing more infrequently until you had not seen one in ages on the road that had become more narrow.

It felt like you had been in this car for an unbearably long amount of time. You couldn’t tell if time was just moving slower than usual at how bored you were at this very moment in time or if your destination was farther than you expected.

Pulling your phone from your bag that rested atop your lap, you checked the time.

‘6:23 pm’

It was confirmed that time was just moving awfully slower than usual. You had only been in the car for a little under 15 minutes. There was still a fair amount of time left until the party started, so there were no worries on being late though you still had quite a few kilometres to cover. Relieved, you placed your phone back into your bag. You slowly let your eyes rest shut, hoping a quick nap would pass time more sufficiently.

And as you had just calmed your nerves enough to sleep, your body suddenly jolted forward. Your seatbelt immediately binding around your chest, pressing your body flush against the seat as you braced the impact of the sudden stop of the car.

“For fuck sake” Bakugou finally spoke up as he kissed his teeth, gripping the steering wheel remarkably tight that his knuckles were becoming white.

“what just happened?”. Out of curiosity, you questioned the man, his face now looking more annoyed than ever. His hand fiddled with the car keys, the engine roaring repeatedly as he tried turning the car on. “What does it fucking look like, dumbass?” he barked at you, still frantically trying to turn the car on. It didn’t help that he had now started slamming the steering wheel between each attempt.

“Are you out of gas?” You spoke up innocently. There was no denying you were now, in fact, feeling less hopeful that you had enough time to make it to the reunion.

For the first time, he finally made eye contact with you. His rose eyes staring at you in frustration, in complete disbelief at how oblivious you were.

“Of course not! You fucking moron, the shitty car just broke down” He barked at you before flinging the car door wide open, slamming it with a harsh bang as he made his dramatic exit.

You watched him pace up and down with distinct stomps, muttering something under his breath while typing away at his phone. Taking the hint, you exit the vehicle as well. “So, what now?” you irritate him further with your persistent queries.

“How the fuck is there no service? HOW AM I MEANT TO GET THIS SHIT FIXED?” his yells echoed through the vast scenery that surrounded you.

With him stressing, you couldn’t help but taste your mouth go dry as panic began settling in as well. It was no use having the two of you in a frenzy. Rationally, you walked over to Bakugou, your phone gripped in your hand as you formed the only logical suggestion. “Try my phone”

He didn’t even question or ridicule your suggestion like he probably desired to, instead yanking the phone out of your hand and attempting to dial-up a number. It didn’t take long until his eyes rolled back in failure and his jaw flexed with gritted teeth. No luck there either clearly.

“Guess we aren’t going to the shitty reunion. You're fucking welcome!” He yells once more, slapping the phone back into your palm. The worst somehow ended up playing out, complete defeat washing over your body.

Resting against the car, you dropped your bottom lip into a slight pout, the chilly air growing cooler.

You were in the middle of nowhere, the only form of transport for miles was now down and to top it off you were getting cold. Your body rapidly began to shiver, goosebumps pricking along your exposed skin.

“Aren’t you fucking smart” Bakugou scoffed as he stared at you, arms crossed over his broad chest. “didn’t even bring a jacket while wearing some stupid dress”

Rather than yelling like he had been doing for the last couple minutes, he was calming his nerves by teasing you. It may have been the adrenaline that made him feel so open to being more playful, or maybe he attempted to distract himself from how much of a loser he currently felt with a broken car. Whatever it was, he was now smirking at the girl in front of him, tantalising her about the cold.

“I didn’t know I’d be stuck outside, did I?” You teased back, rolling your eyes at him. The fact he was being so calm on the outside was making you feel less worried, yet more nervous at his sudden change in mood than anything.

His eyes stared you up and down, analysing your shivering state as the wind began picking up. Another sigh left his parted lips before resuming to speak. "Go sit inside the car. No use shivering like a dumbass if you can't handle a bit of wind" he chuckled slightly as he spoke, as though to assure you his comment was in fact not as rude as he intended it to come out.

Though you obeyed, taking careful steps around the car to sit back in it, you decided to throw your own snarky remark his way. "Not one to talk when you're wearing a jacket". You give him a 'look', before fully submerging yourself in the cars shielded warmth. It may have broken down not too long ago, but it was still well heated. An instant chill rolled down your spine as your body quickly adjusted to the sudden change in temperature.

"Sorry, princess. Didn't realise I had royalty as company". That devious smirk sprawled itself across his tanned face as he followed your move, getting in the car himself. Something about the way he addressed you made you quiver, the innocent word was also oh so seductive. That sudden feeling of arousal pent up inside you, fogging your thinking.

"I- don't get too cocky now". Your reply came out as a jittery stutter, senses overwhelmed by his playful tone that had you heated. Senses scattered, too flustered by his seemingly unintentional words. It's not like he knew about your fantasies of him or how your sinful thoughts begged for him to call you such names. And now as you were in the midst of it all, you couldn't help but lose yourself.

He let out another husky laugh. The way you broke apart at the simplest words only stroked his ego. No denying he purposely chose those specific words to see how you'd react, and to his surprise, it went far better than expected. "Here, have my jacket then if you wanna keep yapping about it"

Speechless, your vision was once again fixated on him. Gawking at the leather jacket that slipped of his physique, revealing his toned, muscular arms. You swallowed the nervous lump in your thought down, butterflies invading your system as you watched.

You expected him to carelessly throw the jacket your way, alternatively he leaned over. His significantly larger body mounted over yours as he placed his jacket over your exposed legs, instant warmth tickling your chilled skin. His hands felt so smooth as they lightly brushed against your thigh, the accidental touch shooting straight to your core. It was humiliating at how quickly you discomposed around him, cheeks red and breath hitched. You just couldn't help it, a presence like his was way too intense. Especially, at this moment.

"U-um, so what are we going to do now?" you try to change topics as you felt your current heated state become far too overwhelming, whole-body hot as your thoughts began drifting to all the wrong places.

He peeped his eyes, as though deep in thought."Wait until someone hopefully passes, I guess?". The uncertainty in his tone had you feeling concerned again. The worry bombarding you, diverting your inner emotions elsewhere. You've wanted to meet your classmates so vigorously for ages, all fired up for weeks as you obsessively counting down the days, only for this to happen. Not a single car had been in view for ages, god knows until the next one would come. That's also assuming that the car would even stop for you two. This was so disappointing, a hollow feeling in your chest as you sulked.

"I guess? For god sake, we aren't even going get to the reunion in time!"

Bakugou had noticed your sudden change in mood. In all honesty, he didn't quite understand why you wanted to see those annoying dickheads anyway, but he felt strangely sympathetic towards you. "Oi, I'm fucking sorry. I'll drive you to see your friends another time".

"What if there isn't another time?" you mope at him, facing your body towards him. He doesn't reply right away, mirroring your actions instead to examine your current behaviour. There was no way he could make this situation better unless the car magically fixed itself. Which to be fair, would never happen. As his eyes scanned you, he noticed the way you were still shivering, the once heated car losing its warmth. It was his best shot at diverting the conversation.

"You're still shivering, dumbass". His red orbs were fixed on you as he reached out his arms towards you. They felt considerably warmer than you as they rested on your shoulders. You followed his gaze that watched his own hands as they rubbed you up and down carefully. The slight friction between his hands and your skin bringing you some heat. It only sunk in then that his large hands were tracing your arms, his warmth transferring to you. Flusters took over your sense again. As much as you wanted to speak up right now, you knew you'd only choke up on your words, far worse than your stutters. As your stomach swirled, you felt ardour rush to your face. A rose haze coated your skin, eyeing the way Bakugou rubbed his hands against you.

"Looks like you've warmed up, that's for sure" he grinned at you, noticing the way your chest began rising and falling, heartbeat thumping rapidly. The way your face flushed scarlet as your eyes danced around your atmosphere, all at his touch. He noticed it all. And boy was it rubbing his ego.

"I-uh, yeah. I mean- no?". Your words came out jumbled, unable to form proper sentences when his ruby eyes finally gazed up at you. The mysterious glint in them made you feel overwhelmed, unaware of what move he would make next.

"So you need to be warmed up a bit more, huh?". His hands swiftly grazed your arms, just about hovering over your soft skin. Careful touches traced it, your words departing from your brain. The entirety of your focus was on the way Bakugou's fingertips tickled you delicately, the electric feeling flowing throw you. "Speak up for me. Do you still need to be warmed?". He snapped you back into reality without warning, only to put you in a trance again. The way he spoke with such dominance, demanding for you to speak, only stirred your imagination further. You had pictured moments like these so many times, him ordering you to do as he says. And as these thoughts rushed to the surface, you started to feel heat build between your thighs.

"Yeah, sorry!". Frantically, you attempt to respond, a nervous giggle followed your sentence as it came out of your mouth. "If that's what you want, princess". He emphasised the nickname, his lips curling into a sneer as his hands began to wander. The soothing touch travelled upwards, his hands gliding over your skin, one resting on your warmed rosy cheek. His sudden action had your breath hitching. You'd portray such touches numerous times yet nothing could have appointed you for this moment as your nerves fell apart.

As you tried to ration the situation out in your mind, his eyes finally locked with yours. The intimate stare had you holding your breath. Gently, he massaged his thumb against your cheek as he slowly moved his hand to the back of your neck, chills dripping down your spine. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, hinting at a kiss. Was he going to kiss you? You must have been dreaming or something. But it was all happening, right now. There was no time to contemplate the event at hand. His face was edging closer to yours only inches apart, his proximity to you titillating. As you waited for his lips to finally come in contact with yours, you began losing patience. It's like he purposely was a millimetre away from your lip just to taunt you. You took in one more breath, easing your nerves before crashing your lips against his.

Your initial cold shivers were a way for Bakugou to change the subject from his broken car, and it all had worked out in his favour. Admittedly, this was not the outcome he was intending for, but he was not complaining either. He was finally able to seel a kiss with a girl that had invaded his thoughts for years. A dream come true if you will.

His tender lips felt so soft against yours, the sweet caramel taste engulfing your senses as they oozed from his lips. The once overwhelming anxiousness that had you falling apart beneath his touch was now easing as you melted into the passionate exchange between the two of you. Bakugou's lips moved in sync with yours, sucking and tugging at your bottom lip hungrily, undoubtedly smudging your lipstick. His pearly whites sunk into your bottom lip, giving them a smooth tug before sliding his warm tongue in. As he did so, his hand explored your body, slowly descending down the side of your torso, gripping you tightly. His other hand, that had itself placed at the back of your neck, suddenly wrapped around your throat. A rough squeeze was given, encouraging a gasp to erupt from your voicebox. His unforeseen move made you feel sensitive, clenching your thighs together to relieve the desperate ache between your legs. The warm wet muscle that had slipped inside your mouth earlier adventured in your mouth, swirling around your tongue and trailing every inch. It all felt so unreal.

Suddenly, Bakugou pulled away with a string of saliva connecting you both. His hands were still firm on wherever they were on your body. Through parted lips, he panted as his gaze darted. "Fuck, looks like you got me warm as well now". His signature smirk was back, his hand that held you by the neck pulling your face closer to his. Vermillion eyes analysed you, watching the way your face was flushed, lips were wet and lipstick was smudged. Realising he probably had some red on his lips as well from your makeup, he brought one hand to his face, wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand. The image before you only made you wetter, thighs already tightly clutched. And as though he could read your mind, he brought that same hand down to your thigh with a slap. The impact of his hands against you instantly shot to your soaking core, though the actions didn't hurt you much. You felt a tingling sensation to dance across your skin. Rubbing the impacted area, Bakugou continued to look at you, his eyes occasionally diverting to were he was soothing your thigh. His hands began needing your thigh higher and higher until his fingers dipped into the gap where your two thighs made contact. Teasingly, he drove one thigh from another to part them. "And you're definitely warmed up now, baby". His words insinuating how flustered you were.

He brought his lips back to yours as he worked his fingertips up your leg. His touch was so close and you felt so sensitive, you couldn't help but let out a shaky moan into the kiss. You wanted him so bad, craving to feel every inch of him against you. Your hands eager, you brought them up to his shirt. Clenching your hands around the piece of fabric, you tugged him closer to you, the distance between you two unbearable as you sat in separate seats. Your actions brought him to a sudden pause, causing him to pull away. "Are you that desperate for me?". His seductive tone made your face heat up and even more aroused. By now, you sure as hell knew your cunt was drenched. "You want me so fucking bad, don't you?". His hand was back in motion, fingertips almost touching you through your underwear. All you could do was moan in response as you craved his touch. "I can't fucking hear you". He taunted you once again, before his fingertips finally stroked your wet panties, massaging your folds through the cotton. You felt your breath tremble as he applied gentle pressure.

"Y-yes, I've wanted you so bad for a long time". Voice unsteady, you could just barely articulate. You felt the way his fingers caressed you through your underwear, index finger circling your clit so that the fabric would trigger your sensitive bud. Another moan emerged out your lips as you took in a profound breath. "I can tell. Your fucking soaking and it's all for me, babygirl". His cool breath trickled down your ear as he murmured against it.

You couldn't bear it anymore, the distance practically eating away at your patience as sexual frustration overflowed your senses. His fingers continued to shower you in affection but it was no longer enough. You needed more. "Please, Bakugou. I-I want you so bad right now". Hitched breaths and shallow moans rolled off of your tongue as you spoke, Bakugou's eyes sinful as he observed you.

"You'll have to be more specific than that". The same mockeries filled your ears, craving to see you flush as you spoke of all your desires, embarrassed by their explicit nature. As he awaited your response, he slowed his movements down, only teasing you further as it stript you off the pleasure you so desperately yearned for. "Shit, I want to feel you. I want to be closer- please".

The words dripped from your mouth as though it was second nature, the thirst for him more than unambiguous by your needy state. With that, his hands left your core, the cool air surrounding you as his warmth departed. You watched him carefully with longing eyes. The way his cherry centres locked on you as his grip came to your waist. His firm hands grabbed hold of you as he granted your wishes, placing you on his lap.

You sat on top of him, his toned legs holding you up and his hands pursued your body. The way your thighs rested atop his, your sensitive core throbbing against his hardening cock and the way his palms massaged your curves felt all so surreal. Subconsciously grinding against him, you felt his cock brush up against your folds, and with every stroke of your hips, the friction was shooting an electric buzz through you. "Didn't know you were such a needy slut for me". He purred at you with that deriding look in his eyes, smirking smugly. All you did was hum in return to his taunts.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you lingered your fingertips along his neckline, gradually pulling his face in for another kiss. Devouring each other's lips once again, Bakugous hands slipped beneath your dress, lifting it to loosely drape around your waist. Your legs fully displayed, the frigid air hurried to leave goosebumps along your skin. Resuming his excursion, his fingers wandered back to where they seized you previously. As he leaned into the makeout, he rested your back against the steering wheel before tearing away from your mouth. Keen set of eyes watching you."Tell me exactly where you want my hands to go, baby. Your lucky I'm willing to take directions". For a moment you realised the exception he was making.

Bakugou was known for listening to no one but himself. So the fact he considered something like this, even if it was during an odd time, spoke volumes. It only stabilised, if not boosted, the feeling that you harboured for Bakugou. Yet there was no time to ponder over his actions. You hesitated to respond at first, slightly embarrassed to provide him with an answer.

"I want you to touch me". You deeply flushed at your reply but Bakugou only squinted at you. "Babygirl, your such a needy bitch but won't even get into specifics. Come on, you can be open with me". His words only strengthened the blush that overlaid your skin to deepen, if that was even possible. Even in your profoundly flustered disposition, you needed him and retaining your mouth shut was not an option.

"Bakugou, you know what I mean. Here". You childishly whine before grabbing hold of his hand, guiding it to your heat. His firm hand was resting on your bound cunt, not making a single move but rather looking at you intently. "Good enough" was his only response.

Swiftly, his slender fingers submerged under the fabric of your underwear, coming in contact with your wetness. The suddenness of his actions provoked a gasp to emit from your mouth, his fingers already exploring you. The feeling of his warmth travelling tenderly up and down your folds, with the occasional attentiveness to your clit made you squirm as you sucked deep breaths in. Your chest came up and down as air raced to pervade you, your moans getting gradually louder as you rubbed and arched against his touch. His attentive touch began centring more on your delicate bud, picking up his pace as he soaked in the sight of you falling apart atop him. Your heavy breaths and moans that filled the air and the way you desperately moved against every circular motion of his finger. Fuck was the sight something he had dreamt of for so long, and it was far better than he imagined. "You fucking like that huh?" he uttered through gritted teeth as his face crept closer to yours, observing the way you tightly squeezed your eyes shut, mouth dropped open.

"Shit, yes. Just like that" your breathy response came out as just above a whisper, too caught up in the pleasure of his touch. And just when you thought it couldn't feel any better, you felt his two fingers slip inside you. Your warm pink walls instantly sucking his fingers in, frantically tightening against them. A lusty moan shot out of your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of him fully submerged within you, pumping in and out. His fingers curled to hit just the right spot before you could fully adjust. The sensation was all too much and you felt the desire consume you. Panting and moaning, you could barely make sense of your surroundings as he didn't hesitate to advance his movements by pumping harder and faster, your wetness trickling down his bronzed palm.

His pace only intensified, his fingers gliding in and out of you, rubbing against your contracting walls that made your stomach burn. Burn in a way that made you almost lose control as it tied knots in your abdomen. Every spot that made your body arch against its will, legs jutting and twitching, he hit it all. And just as you edged nearer to your orgasm, moans building up at the back of your throat, ready for release as your nails dug into Bakugou's forearms. He came to a sudden pause, retreating his fingers, now soaked in your juices. You felt the dissatisfaction of his lack of attention, yearning to be touched again. Thick pants filled the car as Bakugou smirked at you and at the way you couldn't help but grind against him to supply for his loss of attention towards you.

"Princess, you didn't really think you'd get it that easy" he spoke tauntingly, rubbing your thighs as he trailed kisses on your collar bone. He'd wanted to mark up your delicate skin so many times, his presence forever embedded on you. Sinking his teeth on your flesh, he sucked and licked it, earning a soft moan from you against his ear. The tickling sensation of your breath against him accompanied by your lewd noises only hardened his growing erection. The restricting tightness of his trousers becoming infuriating for the boy.

He left mark after mark, immersing in the way you rubbed and groaned into him. "Bakugou... I need you. All of you.". Your words were like music to his ears, a combination of sounds he'd wanted to hear for so long. You begging for him to please you, make you his. It didn't even take him a second thought to know what he wanted to do to you, almost agreeing instantly. "Show me how bad you need me then". The challenging statement made you feel more heated, already in complete aw at the way his lips marked your skin.

You gently pushed him off you, pressing his back into the black leather seat, planting a delicate kiss on his lips before ducking between his legs. The position was cramped, the compact space of being under the steering wheel, legs crossed as you shifted your body further back until you could feel the disengaged pedal of the vehicle.

Bakugou sat with eager eyes on you, waiting for what you'd do next. To be honest, he felt uncomfortable at his lack of control at this very moment, already plotting how he'd regain it once more once he caught onto what your plan was. "Is this your way of proving yourself" he snickered at you, your hands on his belt, the clinking of the metal drowning out his voice. Through the material of his trousers, you could see the outline of his bulge, tight around the fabric restraints.

And just as you went to undo the restraints, unravelling the package that was contained, your head had hit the soft padding of the steering wheel. The sudden beep of the car horn went off, alarming the two of you. "What the fuck," Bakugou spoke up first in confusion. The car had obviously broken down only a few minutes ago yet it had finally decided to cooperate and disturb your guys' self-indulgence.

"Perfect timing" You giggled as you let your hands fall from his belt, slightly disappointed by the interruption. You wanted to continue this fantasy, see where it would take you both but you had other priorities on your mind as well. Like getting to the reunion for starters."Don't look so distressed, baby" Bakugou spoke softly as he lifted your chin, admiring you and the marks he left all over. "We will finish what we started, after all, I've been wanting this for so fucking long" He admitted and you couldn't help but redden at his remark.

You delicately slipped from under the wheel, dragging your dress down to cover your flashed skin. "I'll be looking forward to that then" You fire your own flirt his way, tipping over to leave a gentle peck against his lips before cleaning your lipstick from his face. He responded with a scoff and a rolling of his eyes, diverting his attention to the road to start driving again.

"I would say cover up the hickeys, but I want all those damn extra's to know who you belong to now" He smirked giving you the side-eye. Only then did you notice your wrecked state, desperately trying to fix your appearance in the small overhead mirror.

Bakugou steadily drove to your destination as his large hand rested on your thigh, you both wondering where you'd finish this excursion...

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Camp North Star - June 22nd

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo

Word Count: 1706

Contents: fingering

“Wow, it looks good in here.”

You nearly jumped at the sound of Wonwoo’s voice. You’d spent the afternoon in the canoe shed, reorganizing and cleaning shelves to make the summer easier. Wonwoo had spent it finalizing the lesson plans for the practice lesson days. You had barely talked to each other since Saturday night.

“Yeah, I- uh- just keeping busy I guess.”

Wonwoo sat down on an overturned canoe. “Should we talk abou-”

“What is there to talk about?” You asked too quickly.

“You’re avoiding me,” he retorted.

“I-I’m not!” You weren’t. Were you? You hadn’t really talked to him much but you were just… waiting to feel less awkward about it.

“It really seems like you are,” he said.

You signed and sat on the canoe next to him. “Fine, what do we need to say though? It happened. Things feel a little awkward now.”

“To you,” he said. “You do realize you’re the only one being weird about this, right?”

“I-I-” You stopped, trying to figure out if that was actually true.

“Look, if the kiss weirded you out that’s okay. I didn’t really think about it. It just kind of happened. We don’t really have to talk about it that much but if you needed to h-”

“It’s-” you cut him off with no clue what to say, but feeling the heat rising through your face. “It’s not- I mean I wasn’t expecting it but I’m fine.”

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” He questioned.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I just- It felt awkward, I don’t know. I didn’t think you wanted to do it and you were quiet the next morning so I thought…”

Wonwoo seemed to soften a bit. “Okay, the next morning I was tired, but I wasn’t upset or weirded out. Honestly it was kind of nice to do something so casually. I didn’t think it would be but…”

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, 7/10 would do again.”

“Okay,” you relaxed a little before processing his words. “Wait, what do you mean 7/10?”

“Pretty good, but there’s room for improvement,” he said.

“What do you really think you’re better at it?” You scoffed.

“At jerking myself off, at giving a handjob, or at what would be the equivalent on you?”

“I-”

“Either way the answer is yes.”

“Okay wait, no of course you’re better at jerking yourself off but if you think you can finger me better than I can-”

“My fingers are pretty long.”

“It’s not about length,” you said. “It’s about technique.”

“I’m aware,” he said cooly. “I’ve got long fingers and good technique.”

“You talk a big game for someone who hates initiating things.”

He shrugged. “Maybe it’s easier since you started it. Either way, you might be onto something with this no strings attached idea.”

You sat up a little taller. “Are you actually offering to finger me right now?”

Whether he was just rolling with it or if his words were just catching up to him you didn’t know but a blush finally crept up his cheeks under your surprised gaze.

“I- Yeah? If you want.”

You just stared at him. Was this just a one off or the start of a fling? Did it actually matter to you? As much as random hookups were fun so far he made a good point didn’t he? Being with someone more than once let you actually learn about each other. You could have some pretty fantastic sex with him after a while.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “Show me what you’ve got.”

A nervous smile tugged at his lips as he grabbed your hips. He sat you between his legs, pulling your back against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“This better be at least a 7/10.” You chuckled, making him laugh as he undid your shorts and started to slip them down your legs.

“If it’s more than that, does that mean you owe me more?” He questioned, letting his fingertips run up your inner thighs as you let your legs fall open. The sensation raised goosebumps on your skin as you relaxed back against him.

“Is this going to turn into a cycle of us owing each other a little more?” You giggled.

His fingertips drew shapes into your skin, taking their time as he let his voice go softer, murmuring in your ear.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

A grin tugged at your lips. “I don’t think it would.”

“There’s fun in seeing someone again.” Very slowly and gently he let his fingers drag slowly through your folds. His other hand came up against your stomach, holding you close.

“There is,” you sighed at the feeling, pushing your legs out a little wider. “I don’t know how much good sex I’ll actually have this summer.”

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle. “Humans do have mediocre sex natrually. Good sex takes more practice.” He started to rub circles into your clit and you bit down on your lip, enjoying the feeling. Small sparks of pleasure were curling through you slowly from the movements of his fingers.

“I will admit, this already feels good,” you hummed.

“Of course it does,” he murmured. “It should when it’s just your clit.”

“You would think it would be that simple, but not everyone can figure out a good movement. Or even find it.”

“There’s a story there,” he chuckled, moving his fingers just a little faster. Your hips started to rock just a little against his hand. The feeling of pleasure from your core built very slowly, a welcome sensation, and the warm, safe feeling of the moment.

“Oh god,” you laughed. “My first boyfriend was just, bad. So bad. It was like he couldn’t find anything.”

Wonwoo laughed, fingers slipping lower. “Luckily, I know what I’m doing.”

You let out a quiet moan as he pressed a finger slowly into your heat before pulling it almost fully out.

He started with slow thrusts of a finger. With each one he watched your reaction and listened. Finding just the movements that you liked the most. You let your head fall back against his shoulder and your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found just the right spot inside you with little exploration.

“Yes, there. Fuck, you are good at this.” You said breathily.

“I pay attention,” he murmured. “It’s not that hard to figure out what you like.”

“Are you calling me easy?” You snorted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “I’m merely saying,” He slowly pressed a second finger into your heat, drawing another moan from you. “That it’s easy to figure out what you like. You react, you communicate.”

His words piqued your interest, well what of it wasn’t taken up with the mounting pleasure inside of you.

“Mmm sounds like you know from personal experience.”

“Let’s just say, I like that I know how you feel.”

His fingers started to curl a little faster. You let out another lazy moan, hands traveling out along his thighs and gripping them for stability. Your head back against his shoulder as the coil started to curl in your core, slowly building to your release.

“Still,” you couldn’t hide the breathiness in your voice and now you didn’t want to. “I think you’re louder than I am.”

“Maybe we should compare that sometime,” he murmured, his hand on your stomach starting to travel down.

“Now that s-sounds like an idea.” Words became harder to form as you soaked in the sensation of his fingers moving into you, little by little moving faster in your core, finding just the right spot over and over. Quiet moans cascaded from your lips, starting to climb higher in your voice.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed as the fingers of his other hand found your clit. “Oh that f-feels so good.”

“I know,” he hummed. “I told you I was good at this.”

“Y-You really are.” More moans started to fall from your lips. His arms kept you close, keeping you from slipping off the canoe as your hips rolled and bucked against his hands. Pleasure rushed through your body as his movements on your clit sped up, using your own slick to go faster in motions that had you melting back against him.

You came closer and closer to your edge with each movement of his fingers, gripping his thighs tightly for some small sense of stability. The sounds of your moans mixed with the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers moving in your core, only making the heat of the afternoon in the small shed that much hotter.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Can you imagine if I did?” He joked, laughing more when you let out a whine and dug your nails into his legs.

“D-Don’t-”

“I could just leave you right now. It might be fun seeing you so frustrated.”

“Don’t you d-dare,” your voice was much more of a whine than a demand.

“You don’t think that would be fun?” Now he was just teasing you.

You rolled your hips down on his fingers, desperation filling you at even the mention of stopping, joke or not.

“No, It w-wouldn’t. F-Fuck.”

His fingers suddenly moved much quicker, thrusting into you much harder than they had a moment ago.

“Then cum for me,” he purred.

You let out a cry as you came, clenching hard around his fingers and your release dripping down his hand. Pleasure washed over your body, drawing tremors through every inch of you as you rode out your high until sensitivity set in.

“O-Okay,” you said shakily, pushing his hands away from your core. Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him as your body slowly calmed down.

“So?” He asked.

��So?” you said, still catching your breath.

“7/10 or?”

You chuckled. “I guess that was a little better than 7/10. 7.5.”

Wonwoo scoffed and started to get up but you held onto his arms tight.

“Okay okay I lied.” You said quickly. “It was like, a 9/10.”

“That’s more like it.” He said smugly. “I guess that means you owe me now, doesn’t it.”

“Don’t you worry,” you hummed. “I’ll rock your world, you just wait.”

#camp north star au #cns au #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut

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weirdkpopgirl · 3 years

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Protect Her | pt. 3

Title: Protect Her (pt.3)

Genre: Romance, Angst

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1753

Author’s Note: I’m sorry it too so long for me to post the final part to this >~<. I think the ending is a little cheesy, but I still hope you guys liked it. Thank you for reading.

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“Are you thinking about Y/n again?” Sunghoon caught the male zoning out for the nth time today.

Jay’s head turned to see the teasing look his friend was giving him, “What? No, I’m not!”

“Uh-huh,” Jake said, clearly not convinced. “You were totally thinking about her, weren’t you?”

“I’m just worried okay?” Jay said in exasperation.

About a week passed since Y/n and Jay last talked. But it wasn’t like they interacted with each other daily. The only difference was that Jay couldn’t stop thinking about her.

“You never cared about me before. So don’t start acting like you do now.”

At first, Jay was angry when she said that to him. He contemplated whether he should just give up if she was going to be so stubborn in refusing his help. But after thinking about it, he realized that the girl had a point. He usually never took a second thought when it came to Kim Y/n. But now, things felt different to him. Maybe he always cared about her, and he just didn't want to admit it.

“Why? Did something happen to her?” Sunghoon asked.

Jay got up from his seat and started to pace, “It's that Jungwoo guy...he isn’t good news.”

“Well he did seem kind of a jerk,” Jake agreed.

Sunghoon asked, “But why do you care? I thought you hated Kim Y/n.”

“I do it's just… I don’t know anymore,” Jay’s voice trailed off. “Ugh! I swear I’m going crazy!”

He had never felt such frustration before. Why did he feel like this? Why couldn’t he get her out of his head?

“Maybe you like her,” said Jake. Jay scoffed in response to his friend’s ridiculous suggestion.

“Like her? Yeah, right.”

Sunghoon smirked at his friend, “Yep you definitely like her. Denial is the first stage.”

Jay groaned in frustration. Kim Y/n was his rival and only his rival. Nothing more and nothing less. Whatever was happening between her and Jungwoo was her problem, not his. He didn't have to meddle in their relationship.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

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After that, Jay didn’t bother to talk to Y/n again. That was until their senior school trip came about. No matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he kept getting anxious whenever he saw Y/n. It seemed every time, there was a new bruise she was trying to hide.

The buses had arrived at the school, ready to take the students. Y/n nervously walked down the aisle and almost jumped when she felt a hand grab her wrist.

“Y/n-ah, sit by me,” Jungwoo said. He was wearing a smile, but she could hear the warning laced in his tone.

These past days, she had been trying her best to avoid seeing him. The last thing she wanted was to spend a bus ride with him. Y/n bit her lip nervously, knowing that she didn’t have much of a choice though.

Suddenly another hand wrapped around her wrist. Y/n turned in surprise to see Jay with a teasing look.

“Sorry, she’s sitting by me today,” He said to Jungwoo, “I need someone to annoy.”

He didn’t even let Jungwoo talk and brought Y/n to the back of the bus. He didn’t care if the jerk was shooting daggers at the back of his head.

“Yah, why did you do that?” Y/n asked when they sat down.

Jay didn’t look at her, “Don’t think much of it.”

“I don’t understand you, Park Jongseong,” She crossed her arms, “All these years you’ve hated me, and now you’re doing confusing things like this.”

Jay scoffed, “Is that what you think? That I hate you?”

“Was I supposed to think otherwise?”

“I never hated you, Kim Y/n,” He said.

Y/n was baffled. Why was Jay acting like this all of a sudden? In the past, he had never bothered to spare a glance at her. When he pulled her aside that night, Y/n thought he was just pulling some trick.

The rest of the bus ride was silent between the two. They were both stuck in their troubling thoughts.

By the time it was dinner, Y/n looked away from the grill to see Jay who was with his friends. She still couldn’t fathom his actions.

“I never hated you, Kim Y/n.”

Y/n shuddered at the flashback of his words. She didn’t expect to ever hear those words from him. Ever since she could remember, Jay showed nothing but irritation toward her. So why was he trying to be nice now?

“Y/n-ah?” one of her friends nudged her, “You keep zoning out.”

“Huh? Oh sorry,” She smiled sheepishly.

Frustration filled inside of her. Why couldn’t she get Jay out of her head?

Eventually, Y/n separated herself from the others and took a walk. She hated how Jay kept lingering in her thoughts. He never had before. So why now? Why did she feel so flustered?

“There you are,” a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Y/n froze when she saw Jungwoo approaching her with a smirk.

“Did you think you could avoid me forever?”

“Jungwoo I-”

She was stopped by a hard slap to the face.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the sting of his hit. Before she could raise her hand to soothe her inflamed cheek, Jungwoo grabbed her by the hair. A yelp escaped her.

“Be honest Y/n. You’re seeing Jay behind my back, aren’t you?” He snarled.

“What? No, I...I would never!” She stammered.

She tried to pull away from Jungwoo’s grip. But he was too strong for her.

“Oppa, please st-stop this!”

But Jungwoo only seemed amused by her weakness. He raised his fist to strike again. Y/n closed her eyes, waiting for him to hit.

“Yah!”

She opened her eyes again to see an angry Jay rushing towards them. He went towards Jungwoo and punched him. Y/n stepped back and gasped in surprise.

Jungwoo scowled and grabbed Jay by the collar, “Yah, who do you think you are?”

“Guys stop-” Y/n tried to interfere. But Jungwoo pushed her away.

Jay gritted his teeth, “You bastard! Who are you to hit her?”

“She’s mine. I can do whatever the hell I want to her,” Jungwoo rammed his fist into Jay’s jaw.

Jay stumbled back, and Jungwoo kicked him to the ground. Y/n couldn’t watch as Jungwoo beat him up. She clenched her fist, feeling adrenaline rush through her.

Before Jungwoo could hit him again she screamed, “STOP!”

The two boys turned to look at her. Y/n harshly pulled Jungwoo off and helped Jay get up.

“What? So you’re taking his side now? He’s the one who hit me first!” Jungwoo said.

She shook her head, “I can’t...I can’t do this anymore. We’re done, Jungwoo.”

“Ha, do you think it’s that easy to break up with me?” Jungwoo ridiculed, “What will your parents say?”

“I don’t care what they say. I’m not going to let you hurt me anymore,” Y/n said, “We’re done.”

She grabbed Jay’s hand and led him away from Jungwoo. When they were far away, she stopped to see Jay’s injuries.

“Aish you’re bleeding,” she saw his bleeding lip.

Jay reached to touch his wound, “It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Liar,” She muttered and forced him to sit on the bench, “Sit here, I’m going to get a first aid kit.”

Jay didn’t say anything when she came back. He sat quietly and watched as she carefully tended to his wounds. He had never seen her so concerned before.

“Don’t look so sad Y/n-ah,” he told her. But the guilty look in her eyes didn’t leave.

She gently pressed an ice pack on his jaw, “I’m sorry. You wouldn’t have gotten hit if it weren’t for me.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jay awkwardly patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Y/n partially smiled at his actions. There was a short silence that followed after. The two were trying their best not to get too flustered around each other. Y/n had never been so up close to him before. Jay hoped she couldn’t hear how his heart rate had sped up.

“I’m glad you broke up with him,” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed, “I think that’s something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

“I couldn’t stand the way he treated you,” Jay shook his head.

“Jay-ah, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

Y/n paused for a moment before speaking, “Why...why did you stand up for me? I mean you’ve always acted as you hated me. So I don’t understand what changed.

“You know I asked myself that same question,” Jay chuckled. “But I came to a realization.”

“And what was that?”

The lightheartedness in his eyes dimmed. Suddenly the mood between the two teenagers became a lot more serious. So serious that it made Y/n feel like she had to hold her breath.

“I like you Kim Y/n,” he finally said.

The hand she was using to ice Jay’s wound dropped to the side and her eyes gaped at him for several seconds.

“What did you say?”

Jay ran a hand through his hair nervously, “It’s just I realized that I hate seeing you hurt and I tried...I tried to deny it for so long. But I don’t want to anymore, Y/n-ah. I don’t care if our parents are enemies, I want-”

He was cut off when he felt her soft lips meet his. Her hands had taken hold on the front of his hoodie and there was so much sweetness in her kiss. Then before Jay could properly process what was happening, she pulled away with a deep shade of pink dusted on her cheeks.

“Sorry, it was just...” She said breathlessly. “You were talking too much.”

Jay stared at her in awe. A part of her was saying that she shouldn’t just jump into another relationship. But being with Jay just felt right to her.

“I...I like you too,” She looked at the ground shyly.

That was all Jay needed to hear before he leaned in to kiss her properly this time. He wasn’t going to fight his feelings for her anymore. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her anymore. Now, he was going to protect her.

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#enhypen fic #enhypen jay #enhypenwriters #park jongseong #angst #romance #enemies-to-lovers #enha jay

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shortstack-queer · 3 years

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Bruce Banner Fic pt2 - heavy smut following

Though, we both understood somewhere in our minds that we should not have taken it this far, we continued. My shirt comes off and Bruce's quickly follows, working into a makeshift pile on the floor.

Barely pulling away for breath, we both stared at the mess we created. Bruce's hands held the curve of my hip, where flesh met fabric.

Oh dear lord. Why does it have to be me? This had to happen to me. I just want to love them the way they love me. No consequence. No hulk. No worries.

Hearing the soft whisper of his thought hurt, though incidentally. Feeling the way he had felt about himself made me feel sympathetic. Bruce had only ever wanted to feel human, and that I would give to him.

Kissing him impactfully, I caught him off guard. "Don't worry, Doctor.. You could never hurt me." Muttering in between breaths.

Bruce slowly and unwillingly pulled away. He stared at me with a pout, "Marcus, darling I love you, you know I can't do this without, y'know, consequences."

Letting out a sharp huff of breath, I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, Doctor, I'll go slow."

Groaning inwardly at the name, Bruce rolled his head back against his shoulders as he propped himself up on his arms. "Why do you do this to me, darling?"

Sliding off of his lap and kneeling in front of him, I scoffed. "Believe me, you do love me after all. You also need this, like a lot." Leaning up and kissing his belly down to the hemline, I rubbed my hands down up and down his thighs.

The soft noises that drew out of Bruce's lips sounded like heaven. Popping off the button of Bruce's pants, I almost had full access to all of him.

A low shutter left his lips as he was only covered by his underwear. Bruce watched as my hands ran across his smooth, tanned thighs. Oh god.. I can't believe this is happening. They could have chosen anyone else, but they chose me.

The rest of his thoughts afterwards were just mindless curses as I had begun to softly kiss his thighs.

Humming softly, I unlatched my mouth of Bruce's skin, to his dismay. Hearing a whine, I looked up, admiring my work.

"Ready, Brucie?" I had hooked my fingers into the hemline of his boxers. He stared down at me, like a hesitant kitten staring down a mouse.

"I don't know about this, darling. You know I can't even have sex without turning green." The heavy dismay in the scientist's voice made me sigh with induced pity.

"Don't worry, my dear. We're making love, not having sex. You need this more than anyone. Believe me, Bruce. You won't hurt me. You and I both know it. So just sit back and relax, I guess." I promised, knowing that he halfway didn't believe me yet trusted me anyways.

"Darling, I'm the one who's naked with you, who's toppless, on your knees. Right now, being relaxed is not exactly easy to do." The sentence ended in a chuckle being pulled from both of our lips. "But yes, I do indeed trust you on this."

Nodding softly, I looked away from Bruce and back at my work. Pulling down the thin fabric, the scientist was fully exposed to me. Chuckling softly at his length, which, of course, had been unexpected to me. He was a bit longer than I had imagined, though I knew this was the effect of the 'other guy' coming along.

Eyeing back up at Bruce's face, I noticed that he had bit his lip in anticipation. He was propped up on his elbows, hands gripping the edge of the bed.

I moved to take a tentative lick at his flushed tip. This elicited a small moan to escape his lips. Pulling back a bit, I looked up, eyes quizzical.

"Go ahead, darling. It's okay. I'm not hurt." Bruce's hand moved from the bed to the crown of my head, staying careful of the back of my neck. He leaned forward, slightly giving me more access.

Experimenting with this a few times, I started to move farther down. The hand on my head had clutched at my hair a bit, but nothing too drastic.

Licking stripes down his shaft, I absentmindedly marked where Bruce was weakest. I decided to take my time.

When I had finally begun taking his cock in my mouth, the sound that he made was near miraculous.

Bruce's mind only consisted of quick, barely decipherable curses. Moaning softly upon hearing how he felt, the soft vibrations from my mouth made my boyfriend feel even more needy.

The scientist's hips instinctively bucked up into my mouth, forcing the tip of his cock to brush against the back of my throat. This explicit the beginning of a long string of apologies which was quickly cut off by a low moan.

Bruce looked like an utter mess due to me. He was panting, with sweat building up on his brow. A hand gripped the bed as the other held my hair.

Watching as a thin line of green started to appear along one of Bruce's veins, I decided that the scientist had enough. I attempted to pull off, but just as my mouth hovered at his tip, Bruce thrusted up in order to create more friction. He used the hand on my head to try and maneuver me back down.

"Not yet.. Please, darling. Let me.. Let me go." Nodding smally, I reattached my lips onto his dick. I bobbed my head, giving him the pleasure he needed.

I pulled off of Bruce just seconds before he released. The sound he made drove me internally mad with lust. I sat back, admiring my art.

Bruce's face and neck was slightly slick with sweat, his lips were open, attempting to get air, and his hands gripped the bed. He looked like a messy masterpiece.

Pulling myself off of the floor, I sat on the bed next to my boyfriend. Taking his hand in mine, I admired how his hair was much messier than when we started. "Jesus. I guess you were right.. What I want to know is how you got so good at that."

Shrugging, my face flushed warmer. "I - uh - that was kind of my first time." Bruce's mouth dropped open slightly.

"That.. Woah." Being at a loss for words, Bruce decided to act upon his gratefulness. Well, or as he voiced it out in his head; Jesus, they're so young… Not even out of college. I don't think it would be fair to call them inexperienced.

"First of all, baby, did you forget I'm a telepath? Also, go ahead. Call me anything you want, I don't really care." The older of us stared at me for a while.

"So.. You heard everything?" Nodding promptly, I heard a small noise come from Bruce's throat. Leaning in, I kissed him, gentle at first but more passionate as it followed.

My hands inched up to Bruce's hair as his strong hands gripped my waist roughly. Moaning into his mouth, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips.

The scientist pushed me down to where my back hit the soft padding of the bed. Pulling away slightly, Bruce stared me down condescendingly. "You're turn, darling."

Kissing him once more, I pressed my fingers roughly against his nude back. The sloppy kiss ended as Bruce moved to attach his lips down at my neck.

Watching as he slowly arrived at my bra. Quickly unlatching it and throwing it to a random place in the room. Bruce softly kissed the kiss in between my breasts. Then moved in order to make contact with one of my nipples.

Groaning inwardly as he took the hardened skin between his lips, I watched as Bruce worked in what seemed a semi-ritualistic performance. He held my hips down with minimal strength as he took his time pleasuring me.

Deciding to move along, the messy haired scientist moved his way down to my black skirt before looking up. I quickly took a fluttery breath before answering, "Go ahead, doctor."

Bruce eagerly tore off the thin layer of cotton as he leaned to kiss at my belly button. As he slowly moved down to where I knew was gonna be my thighs, he sucked smally on the soft skin.

After he finished, Bruce looked up at me. "May I?" His hands had started making their way up my thighs.

Scoffing, and sitting up on my knees, I thought of a response that didn't deem too needy. "Sir, you are fully naked while the only thing covering me is my panties. Of course you can."

My boyfriend only chuckled at my response, using only a finger to pull my underwear down past my ankles. "Oh..oh wow. God, you're perfect, darling."

Shuttering as cold air had met my slick folds, I inched towards Bruce. Taking an index finger, he swiped slowly up towards my clit. Reaching the spot he wanted, the taller man slowly spun circles against the skin.

He continued, until he achieved a certain speed he wanted. Pausing to add another finger, Bruce made sure to watch my expressions. "How's it feel, Darling?"

"Good, so far. A 3/10 on the pleasure scale." He nodded calmly before starting to rub slow circles, but this time with two fingers.

Bruce started up the process of going slow, then speeding up. A burning sensation had opened up in my core as he rubbed quick circles against my clit. Just as it started to seem like the burning was about to become unbearable, he pulled his fingers away. "How about that, Marcie?"

"Better.. It was about a 4/10 when you started but before you stopped it went up to about a 8/10. You must know what you're doing, I mean, that must take experience."

Bruce made no noise other than a small him in the back of his throat. You should have seen me in highschool. Humming softly, I felt his hand reapproach but this time with three fingers.

He ritualistically began to rub slow, though, he had more access to me. I attempted to roll my hips in order to be closer to Bruce, but unfortunately, he held me in my place.

Quickly, after Bruce had sped up a bit, that burning sensation had returned. My boyfriend gave no indignation of the feeling as he sped up. Come on, my prince.. The nickname added to the heat sensation.

Soon enough, the sensation became almost unbearable. Bruce's fingers seemed to work quick miracles. Finally, and thankfully, it felt as if a balloon was popped.

Mewling loudly, my back arched up as a wave washed over me. "Such a good boy for me, Marcie. How'd that feel?"

Taking a moment to recapture my breath, I struggled to answer. "11/10. That felt...amazing." Bruce only nodded, leaning closer to my pelvis.

"Is it okay if I do it again?" He asked, wanting to make sure of both of our limits. Nodding calmly, I allowed him to continue on.

The older of both of us leaned forward and placed his warm mouth against my pussy. He watched as my back arched from a mix of pleasure and overstimulation.

A hand flew to the mess of curly brown locks which had laid between my thighs as Bruce began to kitten-lick my clit. His stubble slightly itched against the sensitive skin, making the experience all the better.

Sucking lightly at the fruitful skin, Bruce allowed his hands to roam up my legs to my hips. Pulling me closer, he had more access.

A second orgasm quickly built up as Bruce's tongue worked wonders against my worked up pussy. As I quickly came against his tongue, I attempted to squirm away from overstimulation.

The older pulled away, sitting back up at the floor of the bed. I forced myself into remembering to breathe. "Oh god.. Jesus.. Fuck.. God, Bruce.." Struggling to form a coherent sentence, I moved closer to my boyfriend. "God…that felt amazing."

We stared at each other, for at least a good minute. "Does this mean goodbye, Bruce?" I tilted my head in pleasured confusion. Smiling gracefully, Bruce shook his head slightly.

"Not completely, darling. Goodbye is for farewells. I'm certainly not leaving you, am I? If you want, we can say goodni-"

Accidentally cutting him off, "No. I don't want to go to sleep yet, Brucie." He stared at me for a second. Maybe a bit more. He then grabbed my hand, not daring to speak, but thinking instead.

What do you want to do then, darling? Staring plainly for a second, I attempted to think of an answer that didn't make me sound like an utter whore. "I want to finish making love to you, Bruce."

That is how I ended up making Bruce Banner feel more human again. Or how he phrased it, "thank you, my darling, for making me feel more human than I've felt since the other guy came along."

Well, he wasn't the only person who was given a human experience. I had felt more free than I have in my 22 years of living. We both ended up feeling more alive by the time we woke up in each other's arms the next morning.

After we had woken up the next day, and rushed into the 7th story lab, Tony said nothing as we walked into the lab. Other than the eventual small acknowledgment of "Marcus, his shirt looks nice on you. So much for going to sleep early last night, eh?"

Though both of us were extremely flushed, Tony made not another snide remark. It was as if he knew what we needed.

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Hugs - Tierna Davidson Imagine

prompt: the reader just really needs a hug from someone.

warnings: mentions of death.

words: 2423

(Y/N) POV

I smiled as I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me. I grinned a little as I held onto the arms that had been wrapped around my neck. The person just pulled me closer to them and it felt right.

“Is there something I can do for you, Baby T?”

“You looked like you could use a hug,” the defender softly said behind me. I couldn’t help but smile at that. I had gotten closer to the defender since I had been traded to the Stars. “I hate to see my favorite forward sad.”

“Well, trust me, I could never be sad when you give me a hug.”

The woman grinned when I turned to face her. I bit my lip as the blue eyed woman pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my own arms around her.

“I love your hugs,” I whispered.

The defender held me tighter for another minute before pulling back. She seemed satisfied when she saw the smile on my face. Tierna gave me a smile before she ran off to join Becky and Alyssa as they were waiting for her by the hotel doors.

“You have it bad,” a voice teased. I rolled my eyes before turning to face Sonnett. I sent her a glare before turning to look at the others with her. We all tended to hang out with each other since we were mostly the youngest on the team. “Hey, (Y/N), if you and Tierna get together will that make Tierna part of the Thorns family?”

I rolled my eyes at Sonnett. It was a common joke that Sonnett had more than one parent on the national team since Tobin acted like our parent between those of us who played for the Thorns. Although I had been traded from Portland to Chicago, Tobin was still my team mom considering her and Christen had taken me under their wing almost immediately after I had joined the national team.

“Shut up, Em,” Lindsey said as she pushed the defender. Lindsey turned to me and gave me a small smile. “Don’t listen to her, (Y/N). If you like Tierna, that’s fine.”

“She just gives amazing hugs,” I shrugged as I defended myself. I shook my head as we were getting off topic. “So, what are we going to do today?”

“Well, we were thinking about going shopping,” Mal admitted. I grinned because that sounded like an amazing idea. “We were wondering if you’d like to go with us.”

“I’d love to,” I grinned before Rose grabbed my arm and started to drag me out of the hotel.

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I grinned as I hugged the defender from behind causing her to jump. “Scared, Davidson?”

“Shut up,” Tierna muttered as she shoved me. I grinned at her. “You know, if you hadn’t been trying to scare me, I would have said that you give pretty great hugs too. But, it wasn’t that great. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing in Zumiez?” I furrowed my brow in confusion. I was actually surprised that Tierna was here. “I’m surprised that you’re here. I didn’t realize that you or Becky or Alyssa likes to skateboard.”

“Tobin’s with us,” Tierna rolled her eyes at me. She glanced around us before pulling me closer to give me a kiss. “Besides I thought I’d get you some new clothes.”

“You know, I can get my own clothes, T,” I smiled at her. Tierna only shrugged at that before turning back to the rack of clothes. “Are they really for me or are you just buying hoodies for me to wear until they smell like me so you can steal them and wear them?”

Tierna threw a glare at me before turning back to the clothes. She pulled a shirt off the rack and held it up to me. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow before she gave me a smile and threw the shirt over her arm.

“What are you doing here?” Tierna asked as she turned to a different rack of clothes.

“What am I doing here?” I asked Tierna to make sure I heard her right. Tierna nodded as I moved over to her side. “What am I doing in Zumiez? You do realize that this is like one of my favorite skateboard shops, right? I came to get a new skateboard. Besides, I had one shipped here so I’m picking that up.”

“I meant at the mall,” Tierna said.

“Oh,” I said as I slowly nodded. I glanced behind me to see if the others had followed me in yet or not, but they hadn’t. “Um, Mal said that the others decided that they wanted to come shopping so I joined them. Well, I better go get my skateboard and look at the ones that they have in.”

“Yeah, you should.”

I gave Tierna a small smile and I would have given her a kiss but I noticed Becky out of the corner of my eye. I smiled at the forward and sent her a wave before I headed to the back of the store. I greeted Tobin since she was looking at the skateboards before I joined her. I ultimately didn’t find a skateboard that I liked, but Tobin did. I got the skateboard that I had sent to the store before leaving.

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I smiled as I took a seat at the table for the press interview after the game. We had won and I had done really good. I also knew that the team had already left the stadium since I had already taken a shower and sent my stuff back with Lindsey since we were rooming together.

“What’s up, guys?” I grinned at the reporters. I immediately spotted Katie Nolan in the front row. “Katie, what you got for me?”

“Wonderful game, (Y/N). Amazing assist tonight and you had a beautiful header,” Katie congratulated me. I smiled cause Katie always knew how to make me more relaxed. “You’re getting ready to go to the World Cup, what’s been your process for getting ready for that?”

“I’ve been training a lot with just different players on the team. I went on this little road trip during December and went through Seattle, Colorado, New Jersey, Connecticut. I went to Orlando and spent some time with Ash and Ali. Recently I spent time with Alex and Tierna in California,” I shrugged. I had been working out a lot with my different teammates. “I just have been working with my teammates. Been getting our chemistry to be better and just improving my skills all around.”

I kept answering a few questions. A man entering in the back caught my attention while I was giving an answer. I watched as he whispered something to a man. Once I wrapped up my answer, I didn’t have time to ask anyone else for a question as the man stood up.

“(Y/N), when is the funeral going to be? Will you stay for the rest of the camp even with the deaths?”

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I looked over at Aaron since he was our press manager. He was busy on the phone as I looked back at the reporters. My phone buzzed on the table beside me. I glanced at it and noticed the text from my brother.

“Is your parents’ death going to stop you from going to France?”

Most of the room turned to look at the man in surprise. I looked to Aaron as I started to panic because I had no idea what he was talking about. Katie rushed to the table and I was surprised that the security didn’t try to stop her. She immediately unplugged the mic.

“Get out of here,” Katie whispered. I looked at her in confusion. “He’s trying to get your reaction. Get out of here.”

I nodded and stood up from the table. I kept my head down as I started to leave the room. Aaron fell into step beside me as he helped pull me out of the room. Once we were out of the room and far enough away, I stopped Aaron.

“What was he talking about?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Aaron shook his head. He took a deep breath. “I would have told them you were unavailable if I had known.” All Aaron was doing was making me panic more. I didn’t like the bad feeling that had washed over me. “You should call your brother. I’ll be down the hall, let me know if you need me to call you a ride to the hotel.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion as Aaron walked down the hall. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened it. I sighed before I called my brother. The phone rang a few times before there was an answer.

“(Y/N)?” the voice asked. The first thing I noticed about Blake’s voice was how shaky it was. Blake’s voice was never shaky.

“Blake, what’s going on?” I asked. I just needed to know what had happened. Why I had been asked those questions during an interview.

“(Y/N), Mom and Dad-”

Blake’s sob interrupted him from speaking. I started to shake my head. It couldn’t be true.

“Blake, tell me...” I stopped as I turned and pressed my hand against the wall before resting my head against it. I took a deep breath. “Tell me there’s nothing wrong. Tell me that this is just some kind of sick joke.”

“There was a car accident. The guy ran a red light,” Blake choked out. I started to gasp for breath. “They said they never had a chance.”

I turned and pressed my back against the wall as I slid down it. It wasn’t until I had been sitting on the ground for a while before I reached for my phone again. I ended the call to my brother as my hands shook. I opened up my texts and it took me a minute to send a text to Tierna asking where she was since my hands were shaking so bad.

Tierna didn’t take long to text me back letting me know that she was in Alex and Allie’s room with the rest of the team for team bonding. I shot off the ground as I ran out of the stadium. I didn’t even bother with calling an uber or a cab. I head straight to the hotel not caring that it was a couple miles away or the fact that I was in jeans and a hoodie. I just needed Tierna.

Once I got to the hotel, I raced for the stairs knowing that I would be able to get up them faster than I would in the elevator. It didn’t take me long to get to Allie and Alex’s room before I knocked on the door. I tried to wipe away the tears from my cheeks knowing that the whole team was in the room. Becky opened the door with a smile.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” She asked, her smile dropping. My breathing sped up as I could only think about what had happened. Becky put an arm on my shoulder. “Hey, I need you to calm down.”

“(Y/N)?” Tierna’s voice called out. I pushed past Becky and made my way into the room. I ignored the looks that my teammates were giving me as my eyes landed on Tierna. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.”

Tierna nodded and immediately shot up from her spot on the bed to wrap me into a hug. I wrapped myself around her before I finally broke down into tears. Tierna kept whispering in my ear trying to calm me down.

“They were in a car accident,” I finally whispered in her ear. Tierna held onto me tighter. “My parents. They didn’t make it.”

Tierna turned so that she was facing the rest of the team. I buried my head into her neck before she grabbed under my thighs causing me to wrap my legs around her waist.

“I’m taking (Y/N) to my room,” Tierna said. I held onto Tierna tighter in case someone tried to take me away from Tierna even though I knew none of our teammates would argue with Tierna. “Sonnett, do you mind staying with Lindsey tonight?”

“No, it’s no problem,” Sonnett assured.

Tierna nodded before she turned around again. I wasn’t surprised that Tierna didn’t make me walk myself as she carried me out of the room. Tierna took me back to her room. She held me as I cried without asking what had happened.

I eventually fell asleep from crying so much. It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized that I wasn’t in my own hotel room with Lindsey. I also wasn’t in my own clothes, but I recognized Tierna’s smell on them instantly. I reached for the other side of the bed but Tierna wasn’t there. I looked over to the other bed, but she wasn’t there either. It took me a moment before I heard the water running from the shower.

I got out of the bed before softly walking to the bathroom. I opened the door as I could see the figure behind the shower curtain. She was softly singing and it made me smile at how soft her voice was.

“Tierna?” I said. The shower curtain was pulled back before Tierna stuck her head out to look at me. She looked surprised to see me. “Do you mind if I stay in here while you take your shower.”

Tierna’s eyes softened before she shook her head. I gave her a soft smile before I sat on the bathroom sink counter. Tierna gave me a smile before she continued to sing causing me to lean back against the mirror. I didn’t even realize when Tierna got out of the shower and dried off before putting on her clothes before she pushed my knees apart and stood in between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

“How are you doing, (Y/N)?” Tierna asked. I sighed as I shook my head. I didn’t even want to be more than a few feet from Tierna right now. “You want a hug?”

I nodded causing Tierna to wrap her arms around me as she pulled me off the sink counter. I wrapped my own arms around Tierna. We stood there for a while before Tierna pulled me back into the room and on the bed. I wrapped myself around Tierna as she pulled me closer to her once we were laying down.

“Do you want me to go get your stuff? Jill’s letting me fly with you,” Tierna softly said. I let out a small whine when she tried to pull away from me. “We’re gonna be flying this afternoon.”

“I just want you close right now.”

“I can do that.”

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hookingminor · 4 years

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three lessons (2) - mat barzal

a/n: kinda blacked out and just wrote all of this I have no idea if its even good also thank you for all the love on part 1, I love receiving feedback, I always read the tags y’all add thank you so much

word count: 4.2k

warnings (18+): loss of virginity, smut

*italics are flashbacks

PART ONE HERE / PART THREE

“So what made you come up with this idea?” Mat asked when you cuddled back up to finish the movie. After you’d hugged him to death in a thank you, he gave you his shirt to slip on before asking if you wanted to finish the movie. You felt a little awkward just using him to make you cum and then leaving, so you agreed.

He’d been wondering for the past week why you were doing this. When you came to him that first day, he was too in shock to process. You were so confident in your answers, he didn’t question your intentions. Right now, he was hoping they weren’t misguided and that he didn’t just give you your first orgasm because you’d given into peer pressure.

“You’re going to think it’s stupid,” you said, running your fingers lightly over the arm wrapped around your waist.

“Try me,” he persisted.

“Well, my friends are always talking about their sex lives, and I kind of felt left out, you know? It’s not like I was saving myself or felt pressured to do it, I just wanted to get it over with. I know that sounds bad, but I wanted to start moving on with my life, I guess,” you explained, “And it’s not like the opportunity was going to arise for me naturally any time soon.”

“That doesn’t sound stupid, if that’s what you want to do. I know a lot of girls take this seriously, so I just wanted to know,” he said.

“That’s never really been me,” you replied, “I just never got far enough into a relationship with someone to actually do it. I’ve only ever gone on a couple dates,” you added the last part sheepishly.

“Soon enough you’ll be taking on the whole town, though. You’ve got that to look forward to,” Mat said with a laugh, easing the tension in the room. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel embarrassed or insecure.

You chuckled at his joke, feeling yourself relax, “If they’re all half as good as you, I’ll be having the time of my life.”

“Might be a little hard…” Mat contemplated, “I have been told I’m a very gracious lover…”

“I’d chirp you if I could but I don’t really have any experience to go off of so I’ll let you have this one,” you teased back.

“Give it a few months. I’ll be waiting for your final answer,” he said, nipping playfully at your earlobe.

“I’ll be sure to give you my full reports,” you threw back with an eye roll, sarcasm lacing your voice.

When you left Mat’s apartment, he promised he’d text you later to tell you his availability in the upcoming weeks.

His availability happened to be very limited over the next week and a half considering he had two home games before he had to leave for a short roadie. Obviously, neither of you could do anything about that, but as the days passed, you felt your insides grow in anticipation. You’d only had one little taste, and you were already about to beg him for more. Maybe it was a good thing you hadn’t had sex until now, you had a feeling you were going to be an insatiable lover. You’d nearly gotten yourself off daily just replaying the memories of Mat’s tongue on you.

It was almost two weeks from your first lesson when you finally talked about your next one.

Mat: You busy this weekend?

Your heart sped up quickly as you typed your response.

You: I’m free every evening after 5

Mat: Want to come over Friday night around 8? Plan to stay the night

You: Oh? What’s the plan this time?

Mat: Come over and you’ll find out

You: … I guess I can fit you into my schedule

Mat: See you then, baby

Friday came quickly, much more quickly than you thought it would. All the mental preparation in the world couldn’t help the nerves that wracked your body that day. The classes you had passed in a blur, you weren’t even sure if you even paid attention to any of your professors. You had a study group session planned after your last class, but you decided to skip since you figured your brain wouldn’t be able to focus for another hour.

Then 5pm rolled around, and you were beginning to get restless. You tried making yourself dinner beforehand, but the thought of eating anything made you want to throw up. It’s not like you were nervous, per se, but more anxious as you thought about what Mat had in mind for the night. You hoped it was sex.

God, you really hoped it was sex. Two weeks had you wound tight like an old clock, and you hadn’t even touched his dick yet.

And now you were thinking about his dick, which didn’t help your focus at all.

You spent the next couple hours getting ready. Forty-five minutes were spent in the shower, shaving just about everything you could. You didn’t know Mat’s preference, but it was better to be safe than sorry your first time around, right? The next half hour was spent blow-drying your hair and doing your makeup. And the last hour was spent deciding what to wear. It shouldn’t have taken you that long, but you couldn’t choose which one was better. Not to say that you bought a couple options of lingerie, but a girl only lost her virginity once; you were going to make this count.

Eventually, you settled on a black set, spending extra time to hype yourself up in the mirror before covering up with a skirt and loose sweater.

Before you knew it, you were standing outside his door, waiting for Mat to let you in.

He greeted you with a warm smile, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt.

“Hey, come on in. You look great,” he said, opening the door wider.

“What’s that smell? Are you cooking something?” You asked, smelling an aroma coming from the kitchen.

“Yeah, well, trying to cook. The only thing I can handle is pasta, so I hope you like alfredo,” Mat chuckled, “I figured I should at least try to make tonight somewhat memorable.”

“You’re going to be the first man I sleep with, I think that already makes you pretty memorable,” you joked, running your hands along the kitchen countertop.

“Uh, dinner should be ready in, like, two minutes, so go ahead and take a seat,” Mat said, rushing back over to turn off the stove.

“Is it going to be edible?” You asked, pulling out a chair at the table.

“We’re about to find out. If you get food poisoning, I’m not liable,” he said, setting a plate in front of you.

“Is that how you win over women? Poisoning them on the first date?” You asked.

“Technically, this is the second date,” he pointed out, “And I usually don’t cook, so don’t get used to it.”

You picked up a forkful of pasta and brought it to your mouth.

“Well, as far as pasta goes, this isn’t the worst I’ve ever had,” you complimented after swallowing your first bite.

“Oh thank god,” he said in relief, “I’ll take that.”

You continued to eat in silence for a couple minutes, glad to finally get something in your stomach. You asked Mat about his latest road trip and the games, and he asked you about school and work. The conversation flowed so well between you two, there weren't any awkward pauses or topics you both didn’t have an opinion on. You found yourself laughing at his stories, like, head thrown back laughing and eyes crinkling laughter. You’d never felt more at ease than you did right now.

Mat’s eyes were bright, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun with someone. He felt his heart sink a little at that thought: he was thoroughly enjoying his time with you, and he wasn’t even trying to woo you. You looked so beautiful in front of him, eating his subpar pasta but acting like it was the best, and smiling so hard he could see the small tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He probably looked just as ridiculous to you, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

Mat began wondering why he’d never talked to you earlier. Sure, you’d seen him at casual hangouts when Anders brought you around, but he’d never really given you the time of day. And for the life of him, he couldn’t recall why he hadn’t.

He didn’t notice you then, but he was noticing you now. And that spelled trouble for Mat in big, bolded capital letters.

You’d stayed at the table a whole thirty minutes after you’d finished dinner, going through another two glasses of wine before the conversation began to settle.

“Here, let me get that for you,” Mat said, quickly getting up to take your plate when you began to pile your silverware up.

“No, I got it. You can’t cook and clean, Mat,” you argued, shifting the plate out of his reach.

In his brief moment of confusion, you snatched the plate from his hand, shuffling over to the sink as quickly as possible.

“You’re not doing my dishes,” he chuckled, slapping your hands out of the way. Water splashed up everywhere, soapy bubbles coating the counter. Even a few flew up into your hair, and you flinched your eyes shut as the water hit your face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, fully laughing now, “Actually, I’m not sorry. I told you not to touch the dishes.”

“Sorry for trying to be a good guest,” you snorted, flicking your wet fingers at his face with a smirk.

Mat grasped the wrist in front of his face, tugging you closer. His other hand lifted to grip your waist and pressed your front to his body, and your laughter suddenly died down.

“How about we just leave them for now?” He asked.

“They’ll just be even harder to wash later then, idiot.”

“I’m sure I can persuade you.” You raised your brow at him.

Mat’s signature crooked smirk appeared on his face as he let the hand on your waist drift to squeeze your ass. You let out a squeak of surprise, not used to being with someone this forward. His eyes crinkled at your shocked expression, and he leaned down to press his lips to yours. Your arms slid up Mat’s toned arms, going to rest along his shoulders. Both of his hands were now placed on your ass, and you could feel him harden against your stomach.

You moaned into his mouth, and Mat slipped his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t sure if you would ever get tired of kissing him; he was a phenomenal kisser. You could see why they paid him the big bucks to play hockey if he was half as good at skating as he was kissing.

He broke the kiss shortly after you trailed one hand down the expanse of his chest.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom? I’ve been wanting to get you out of this skirt since you walked through the door,” Mat grunted against your lips, stopping your hand before it could reach his belt.

You nodded your head vigorously (and it probably looked a little psychotic), eyes wide with lust. He took your hand in his and led you down the hallway, the dirty dishes long forgotten. Mat closed his bedroom door behind you, pressing you against it and reconnecting your lips.

His hands came up to hold your waist under your sweater, pulling his face away to move down your neck. Your head fell back to knock against the door and your lips parted in a quiet moan as Mat sucked a mark on your throat.

You took the opportunity to take in his room, and your gaze fell to the candles that were lit on his dresser.

“Did you get candles for this?” You asked breathlessly, arching your body into his. Mat pulled away for a moment, following your gaze to the candle.

“Yeah…” he said sheepishly, “I didn’t really know what to get. I wanted it to be at least a little special.”

“That’s sweet,” you said, running your hands through his hair, “It’s a good thing I also got you something too, then.” You stepped away to give him, what you hoped was, a seductive look.

“I really hope this isn’t some kind of joke about your virginity because if it is, I won’t laugh,” Mat said.

“No, you ass,” you laughed, punching him lightly in the arm, “I was trying to insinuate I was wearing something underneath.”

“Oh? Does that mean I can take this off?” He asked, both brows raised in curiosity as he tugged at the hem of your sweater.

“If you don’t, I will,” you teased.

After your confirmation, Mat pulled your top off easily and casted it to the side as he took in your appearance. His hands came up to trace the lacy designs along the cup, gently squeezing your clothed breast.

“Holy shit,” he said in awe, “I don’t mean to sound like a perv, but your tits are amazing.”

“Thank you. I always thought they were my best quality,” you joked.

Mat could hear the playful lilt of your tone, but he was still disagreeing in his mind. Your tits were amazing, but they were not your best quality. Maybe second best, but the sound of your laugh erupted in his mind when he thought about what he liked most about you; first he thought about your laugh, then your eyes, and then his mind eventually snapped back to reality where your nearly perfect tits were in front of him.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take off my skirt?” You asked him, pulling him from his trance. Mat nodded his head eagerly, like a dog being thrown a bone. He dropped his hands to your waist, wasting no time to rid you of the skirt and throwing it to join your top.

“Jesus,” he breathed out when he saw the strappy garters, “Get on the bed now.”

You threw him a saucy smirk, sauntering over to the bed before sitting on the edge.

“Do I get to touch you this time?” You asked when he came to stand in front of you.

Mat brought his hand up to grab your hair, pulling it slightly so your head was tilted up to look up at him. He gave you a searing look before saying “Go ahead.”

You used your hands to brush against his abdomen underneath his shirt, raising it as far as you could from your seated position. He took the hint, pulling back to shrug it off quickly. Your hands stayed on his chest, sliding down until you met the buckle of his belt. You quirked an eyebrow, “This too?”

Mat answered your question for you, using his own hands to move them aside while he unbuckled his pants and shimmied them off. Your eyes followed his hands, noticing the way his boxer briefs bulged. Widening your eyes, partly in shock and the other part in disbelief that you were in this situation, your mouth fell open slightly as you tried to think of something to say.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything because Mat was already pulling your head back and leaning down to kiss you again. He pushed you back against the bed, his hands reaching down to grab your thighs. His knees hit the bed, and he lifted your body up slightly so he could shuffled you back further. Your hands went back tug at the hair on the back of his head, and Mat groaned loudly into your mouth. You jotted this note down mentally, planning to use this to your advantage in the future.

He slid his arm underneath your back and you arched up into him. You could feel the hard press of him against your thigh, and you lifted your leg to wrap around his waist. You tried your best to thrust your hips against him, searching for any kind of friction.

Mat’s hand quickly unclasped your bra, and you pulled your arms down so you could slip it off.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed, glancing down to your exposed breasts.

His head ducked down to nip at your neck, lips sucking along your collarbone. Mat lifted his hand to squeeze your breast, using his fingers to twist your nipple. He moaned against your skin at the gasp that fell from your mouth. Lowering his head even further, he closed his lips over your other nipple, desperate to pull more sounds from you. He was rewarded when you let out a pitched whine as he lightly bit at your breast.

Feeling yourself grow wetter at his ministrations, you pulled him back up to your lips by his hair, already missing the way he kissed you. You snaked one hand between your bodies, palming him over his boxers. Mat let out a distressed groan, thrusting his hips into your hand. You squeeze his length over the fabric which caused Mat to pull back swiftly.

“I know I said you could touch,” he panted, “but I genuinely think I’ll explode if you do.”

You chuckled at his breathless state but removed your hand from him anyway. He shimmied further down your body instead, taking a moment to unsnap the garters from your tights. Sliding off your panties, he took the tights off with them before resuming his spot between your legs.

“Don’t tease, Mat,” you said with a gasp. As much as you wanted his tongue on you, you were nearing the verge already.

“Fine, but I’m going down on you later tonight then,” he said, looking at your pussy with a longing look. He brought his fingers to run between your folds, gathering at the wetness building up. You could feel how soaked you were, but the obscene sounds you heard as he slipped a finger inside of you only confirmed that. Entering a second one, he slowly thrust his fingers in and out, curling to hit your g-spot.

“I said no teasing,” you whined loudly, tugging harshly at his hair. Mat chuckled darkly, removing his fingers from you despite your protest. He leaned back, stepping off the bed quickly to take off his boxers.

Now, you hadn’t expected him to be small, but being faced with his dick in person, you began wondering if you should’ve started with someone more… average. Your jaw dropped slightly, and Mat laughed at your reaction. He was already climbing back over you, condom in hand, before you could say anything.

“You’re sure you still want this?” He double checked, ripping open the foil packet. You nodded to answer his question, mouth still agape as you watched him roll the condom onto his hard length.

“If you’re not in me within the next minute, I’m going to combust,” you said.

“You flatter me, Y/N,” he replied, hooking a leg over his waist, “Stop me if anything hurts, okay?”

Mat waited for your nod, looking into your eyes for any sense of hesitation, but you couldn’t be more sure about wanting this.

He lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you. You felt yourself stretch open as he pressed into you, the feeling unfamiliar and awkward but not at all unpleasant.

Mat paused his movements when he heard a particular strangled noise leave your throat.

“Everything good?” He asked, checking in on you.

“Yeah, all good. Just give me a second,” you whispered, giving yourself a few moments to adjust to the new sensation. Mat stayed still as he waited for your indication to continue, bending his head to pull you back into a heated kiss.

Relaxing under his touch, you moaned into his mouth, mumbling a quiet “keep going” against his lips. Mat resumed his movements, pushing further into you at an agonizingly slow pace until you felt him bottom out.

“Holy fuck, you’re so ti— nope not going to think about how tight you are,” he said, grunting lowly into your neck. It was taking everything in him to not pull out and just thrust back into you, but he remained as still as he could until you gave him permission.

“Please move, Mat,” you groaned out, finally feeling yourself stretch to accommodate him with more ease.

He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in at a gentle maneuver, your head falling back in pleasure. Mat took your resounding moans as signs of encouragement, and he crashed his lips against yours in another kiss. He rocked in and out of you, slowly increasing his speed the louder your moans got.

You tangled a hand in his hair, needing something to grip to relieve the tension you felt building inside of you.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to turn into backbending pleasure. Soon you were arching yourself as much as you could into him, trying to gather as much friction as possible. Your breasts rubbed against his chest, and he was clutching at your back to keep you close.

“I’m close,” you said into his ear, one arm extending over his shoulder to dig your fingernails into his back.

Mat’s hand slipped between you, reaching to press his thumb against your clit. He drew out tight circles against it, and you felt yourself teeter on the edge of orgasm.

“Come on, baby,” he said into your neck, and you squeezed around him in response. He pressed harder into your clit, biting at the skin of your neck before soothing it over with a kiss.

You clenched around him even tighter, and let your eyes flutter close as you came.

Mat’s hand gripped hard on your thigh, and you were sure you were going to feel the outlines of his fingertips pressed into your skin for weeks to come. His rhythm grew more erratic as his breathing stuttered, and soon you felt him still altogether as he released inside of you.

Your breathing slowed down a few seconds after Mat finished, his breaths quickly calming until they were in sync with yours. You whined slightly when he pulled out of you before flopping onto his back. You slowly came back to earth, the pulse between your legs diminishing with each passing minute. Mat leaned over the side to dispose of the condom and then turned onto his side to gaze at you.

You glanced over to see his cocky smile and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Women don’t usually laugh after having sex with me,” he said in mock offense, but the smile remained on his face.

“I’m laughing because I’m happy. I finally did it. I’m no longer a virgin,” you said happily, flipping over to rest your head on your hand, matching his pose.

“We better alert the media,” he joked.

“‘Breaking News: This just in, local college student finally pops her cherry,’” you exclaimed in your best reporter voice, and he laughed heartily.

He had such a contagious laugh. It was the most absurd, yet fun, laugh you’d ever heard. It was impossible to not laugh when he did, which is why you were both laughing hysterically now.

“But really, Mat, thank you,” you said seriously once the laughter began to die down. He nodded his head in agreement, his smile falling until you could only see the playfulness within his eyes.

“Round two in the shower?” You asked hopefully after a couple seconds.

“Already? We just finished,” he teased, bringing a hand to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Are you saying you’re tired already? What about that professional athlete stamina?” you wondered with a raised brow.

“You joke about it now, but you’ll be regretting that soon,” he said, lightly flicking your nose, “Get in the shower, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You got up eagerly, scampering off to the bathroom in excitement for going another round. Mat glanced over his shoulder, watching you disappear into the bathroom.

It was when he heard the water turn on and the shower door close that he let his face fall completely.

Your second date was over.

Second lesson, he corrected himself. He was nothing but a fluffer for you, and that hurt him more than he cared to admit right now.

His chest tightened at the thought of your time together slowly coming to an end. He wanted to keep seeing you. You were lively, smart, funny, and hot. He had yet to meet a box you didn’t tick for him, and that scared him a lot.

Mat wasn’t the type to catch feelings this quickly, especially for someone he knew he couldn’t have; it’s not like you being his captain’s sister was completely lost on him. God knew he'd been on the receiving end of caught feelings plenty times, and he hated being the bad guy in those situations.

But despite that, he found himself enjoying your time together more than he probably should’ve.

Also, there was the fact that you were probably one of the sexiest women he’d ever slept with and looked like a goddess when you came.

Really, when it came down to it, Mat was left with no other option.

He had to stall your next “lesson” for as long as possible. As long as he needed to convince you he wanted more than just sex.

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Babysitter (pt 9)

Thor (Ragnarok) - fanfiction

Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Summary: A Loki interlude.

Characters: Hela, Loki

Word Count: 2,111

Warnings: Idk, swearing?

Loki was incredibly annoyed at the current situation.

He’d woken up on a random, clunky spaceship with a pounding head and a bruised neck. He remembered the world going blank and being quite certain that he’d been dead until, frustratingly so, his lungs gasped for the most painful breath he’d ever taken.

A janky pirate ship had snatched him from floating in space amongst the debris, stripped him of his armour -no doubt to sell or melt down into other knick knacks- and left him in the back amongst the cargo. They’d presumed he was dead, so when he had woken up, they had a bit of a shock.

Not a word was comprehensible, Loki couldn't understand whatever gibberish language they spoke, so he ignored them and shuffled to their food supply. That got him a whack on his back from a whip and a kick to the back of the knees.

Trying to take back his armour also earned him a few bruises. They didn’t seem very dangerous, but quite a nuisance.

Amongst the cargo he found familiar debris that struck an icy chord inside Loki. There were piles of Asgardian clothing- ripped and filthy, but Asgardian nonetheless. Bags with very few belongings, and metal scraps of the ship they had been on.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the remainder of the ship of refugees was probably lost. When the pirates began to beat him again for rummaging through their stuff, a rusty old pipe amongst the stolen goods helped quiet them down immensely.

With his kidnappers knocked out, Loki scarfed down what measly rations they had and set course for Earth at light speed -well, the closest speed they got to light speed which was more like a quick paced jog.

He tied up the crew and tossed them in the back, and lounged in the cockpit as the ship traveled on autopilot, picking scraps of food from between his teeth.

Communications on this ship were absolute garbage, he concluded. There was barely any signal and he couldn’t figure out where the closest planet was. So, he took a nap, ate some more food, and tried not to think too much about the harrowing experience of Thanos choking him to death.

Hours later, they entered a very familiar atmosphere. Loki let the ship crash-land, grabbed a bag of few supplies and hopped out just before they hit the ground.

He marched on through the thicket of trees where they landed. Angry shouts that were no doubt curse words echoed from the smoking ship as he left them behind and tried to gather his bearings.

An old cabin was the first building he saw. With a rusty dagger at the ready, he inspected the home around the back, looking for a vehicle he could take, something to get him moving faster than his legs, when suddenly a high pitched shriek nearly shattered his eardrums.

A young girl, no older than six, was staring at him with big brown eyes. Rain boots covered in mud, an aged stuffy in her hands. Loki put his finger to his lips, dreading that he was going to have to kill the girl before she gave him away or screamed bloody murder.

“Daddy! There’s an Avenger in the yard!” she sped off towards a shed, where there was a light on inside. Loki’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. Whatever outcome he was expecting, this was by far the worst.

“I’m not- fuck.”

He shoved the dagger away and out of sight and stomped towards the shed, fuming with annoyance. He was about to go off at the man for letting his daughter talk to random strangers and how he certainly was not an Avenger, but the man in question had a large saw in hand and about 200 pounds of muscle to carry, so he snapped his mouth shut.

“Oh, hello there,” he said, his daughter bouncing about the workshop. “What brings one of you all the way out here?”

“And where exactly is out here?” Loki asked.

“Canada! What, you superheroes never been to Canada before? Always hanging around New York, eh? Are you taking a trip or something?”

“No. I, uh, crash-landed here.”

“From space?” the girl piped up, gawking.

“Yes, from space,” Loki said through gritted teeth. “Fighting angry aliens.”

“I told you, Daddy! He’s a hero!”

“I bet you’re trying to find your way to America, then? Lord knows why, there’s all kinds of weird things happening around town nowadays.”

“What do you mean?”

“Half the world’s gone! Poof! Just like that, some alien business I bet.”

“Are you going to save us from them?” his daughter asked again. Loki sighed.

“I’ll try my best. Now, can you please show me how to get to New York as fast as possible?”

The lumberjack’s husband took Loki and his daughter in his jeep and drove a merry long way to the nearest airport. On the way, the little girl asked him all sorts of questions about the Avengers, that he could only half-answer.

“Is it true Thor is super powerful?”

“Well. He's not that powerful. He just uses a hammer. Anyone with a hammer can use it as a weapon and suddenly be considered powerful.”

“I wish I had a super powerful hammer. Then my brothers would stop teasing me so much.”

“Hey,” her second father softly scolded.

“They’re mean!”

“Sibling feuds? I know the feeling,” Loki muttered.

“Do you have siblings, Mr. Avenger?”

“Sure do,” he smiled wryly. “Absolute bullies.”

“Me too!”

“Hey now, let our guest settle down a bit,” her dad said. “She gets a little excited around new people, so sorry.”

“It’s no problem.”

“The local airport’s just up here. It’ll take you to Detroit, and then you gotta get a connection flight to New York.”

“Thank you,” Loki said, genuinely.

“Why are you going to New York, Mr. Avenger?”

“To find my siblings,” Loki sighed. “At least, one of them should still be there.”

“But they’re mean to you?”

“Yeah,” Loki pondered as the car came to a stop. “But they’re family. I suppose.”

A few cunning lies and disguises later, Loki was suddenly landing in New York, amidst chaos. It had been a few days since he’d woken up, and apparently a few days since what they call the ‘Blip’. Humans clearly don’t like having their realities altered.

Your home was abandoned. Alfred didn't even greet Loki at the door, and no amount of pulling and prying opened it for him. The lights were off, and he feared the worst.

It wasn’t until he was in the streets and overhead muttering about some crazy goth lady terrorizing a nearby street that Loki thought he had finally found something.

He marched down the street until, to his surprise, he found Hela sitting hunched on the side walk, scowling and daring anyone to come close to her. She looked incredibly tired and disheveled, but her eyes were clear and angry, and recognized her idiot brother immediately.

“What the hell brought you back here?” Hela snarled.

“A toddler’s wisdom, if you’ll believe it,” Loki said, ignoring her glare as he sat down next to her.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

Hela grumbled.

“Have you eaten?”

“Since when did you become Mother? I don't need your help.”

“Really?” Loki picked up a filthy scoop from a pile of three ice cream tubs that were fully devoured. He dangled it from his fingertips for a moment, pulling a face. “I think you do.”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Glad to see you too, sister.”

Silence. Hela really did look like shit, Loki noted. Her hair was mussed, and there were rips and broken pieces in her armour, reminiscent of the time they’d met. She had to be weak not to bother fixing it with her powers, or was just too preoccupied to even think to fix it.

“Where’s Y/N?” Loki asked.

“Beats me.”

“Did you kill her?”

Hela’s eyes snapped to his, a sudden fire in them. “How dare you say that?”

“Well, her home is abandoned and no one answered the door, and you’re here cowering like a criminal. One makes conclusions.”

Something changed in her expression, and she turned her body to face him. “Abandoned?”

Loki frowned, “yes. Didn't you know?”

“No- I.. I’ve been here, the last time I saw her...”

Hela jumped to her feet, nearly kicking Loki in the process. “That bastard, he took her, didn’t he? Him and his awful, forsaken pieces of shit he calls friends.”

“Who?”

“Our darling brother,” she spat. “He came in and- and threatened me, and then took her from me.”

She paced in front of him, green fire trailing behind her heels, hot with anger. She had expected you to come find her, take her back to your home, make her feel safe. But when you never came she had assumed you had abandoned her. Now, knowing Thor had taken you instead, filled her with rage.

“Where does your little posse hang out, hm? Some supposed secret lair? A great big castle in the sky?”

Loki blinked at her, at her sudden outbursts, at the scared glances from passerbys, and didn’t know what to say.

“Fine then, I’ll get her myself,” she growled, turning away from him.

Loki nearly let her walk away, let her walk into whatever doom she was getting herself into, but with a groan and a mad realization, he knew she was the only one he could rely on right now.

“Wait,” he said, reluctantly, hurrying after her and grabbing her arm. “You can’t just go running off. Tell me what happened.”

Hela spat at his feet. “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“You care about her, don't you? Y/N? Why else would you want to ‘rescue’ her from our brother?”

“Be silent,” she hissed.

“No, no, I’m right, aren’t I? You care for her, but you messed up, and now you have no one on your side. That’s why you left, and that’s why Thor had to take her.”

Hela yanked her arm away before Loki could see her face, but he knew what she felt; remorse, and loss.

“Tell me.”

And so, reluctantly, knowing she had no other choice, Hela sat him down, this time on an actual park bench rather than the ground. She told him what had happened, how her mistrust had turned to affection for you, and how Thanos had destroyed everything in the end, and how the Avengers had fought her out of fear.

“I know the feeling,” Loki agreed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching an elderly lady feed a bunch of pigeons as if nothing drastic had happened to the world the past few days.

“And now I don't know where she is, and she probably hates me, but who am I to blame her for that?”

“If I know anything about Y/N, is that she cares about everyone, but it takes a lot more to win her love. She doesn’t hate you. She’s just afraid. I mean, you did after all break her window and run off into nowhere.”

Hela stayed quiet, made an annoyed sound in her throat, and looked away.

“I’m starving, how did you get all that ice-cream? Why not an actual meal? Or were you just eating your feelings?”

“Y/N doesn’t like it when I kill people, so it was either massacre the street or steal their dairy products,” Hela bristled.

“Fair enough.”

“Now what, hm? You come out here, seemingly from the dead, chastise me for messing up, and now judge my diet? What do you really want, Loki?”

“Not sure, to be perfectly honest,” Loki said. “I thought I was dead, and then I wasn’t. Frankly, my priorities are shifting.”

“And what is your current priority?”

“Getting you back to Y/N so you stop moping around and fix this.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?”

Loki grinned, standing up. His armour shimmered and regained its full glamour; horned helmet and deep green cloak.

“Taking notes from me, are we?” Hela grumbled. Loki glared at her.

“I was wearing this look long before you got here. Now, get up, we’re going to infiltrate the Avengers and give you your romantic happily-ever-after so you stop being such a pain in everyone’s neck.”

“You think we’ll just be able to get in? You really are as mad as Father was.”

“I’ve broken into quite a few places over the years, I’ll have you know. I’m the God of Mischief after all.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Hela stood, her own armour strengthening again.

“Shut it.”

A/N: Loki is not dead! I know he’s technically alive in an alternate universe or whatever.. but I wanted the Odin Trio to be together sooooo here we are. Let me know what you think!!

taglist: @midnight-lestrange @cheerfullyvenomous @germansarechill@gaylorrds @amii-nyc @waitingfortheendtocome @novakitten0901@marvels-writings

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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In the Dead of Night

Title taken from the same Judas Priest song as before, “Love Bites.”

tw: horny (duh), blood mention, consensual blood drinking, consensual mind reading, consensual mind control, dom/sub undertones but only vaguely

the mind control does not occur during the smutty bits, by the way. that shit is foreplay only and it is discussed at length by both parties (I just wanted to play with Dracula’s fun powers and also as someone said in my AO3 comments: “THRALL SEX! THRALL SEX!”).

THIS IS A SMUT, 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

top!Jaskier, bottom!Geralt

please comment I am fucking begging you

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“Geralt,” the silky voice called out to him. It echoed off the castle walls, pulling the lawyer deeper into a state languid, misty stupor. “Come to me, my love. Come to me, Geralt.”

The solicitor, whose mind was still half-convinced this was a dream, found his body moving of its own accord. He rose mechanically from the bed and crossed the enormous guest room, not even stopping to pull on his slippers or dressing gown as he should have. Nor did he brush his hair back into place; it hung in a loose white curtain, framing his eyes and jaw rather romantically.

Geralt stumbled through the keep like a drunken marionette, tied and tangled in the strings of some clever puppet-master. The drawling voice told him to turn left towards the Count’s set of private rooms, so he did. His bare feet didn’t even register the usually freezing temperature of Castle Dracula’s cold stone floors. His skin was aflame with goosebumps but not a single one had resulted from the chilly temperature.

“Geralt,” the voice purred. The sleepwalker’s pace sped up as he neared the heavy oak door that led to his employer’s bedchamber, “I am waiting for you, my pet, and I am growing impatient.”

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“Are you completely and totally sure, Geralt?” Jaskier asked, worrying his lip between his sharp, sharp teeth. Geralt nodded and tried his best to look away from his lover’s gorgeous mouth. It wasn’t working. “Oh...Oh yes. I suppose you’re quite sure.”

“How can you tell?” the solicitor asked, quirking a curious eyebrow in Jaskier’s direction. The vampire gestured as he spoke, trying to work out some of his fizzling energy as he explained his powers.

“Uhm, right. I should probably explain. I can read minds, you see. Telepathy was gifted to me along with the immortality, the odd sleeping hours, and the lust for drinking human blood. I am also an incredibly fast healer, I can turn into a bat, and I can walk up and down walls as easily as if they were floors.”

“Impressive,” Geralt smirked. “Care to demonstrate, Your Grace?”

“Perhaps at a later date; I’m not in the mood for party tricks just now. Not after what you just told me and what I just saw going through your pretty white lawyer-jargon-filled head.”

“So you can read my thoughts as clear as day, then?”

“Yes, but I don’t make a habit of doing it regularly. I only peeked in just now because your line of questioning had me in a bundle of nerves.”

“Going to bed with me makes you nervous?”

“I very much enjoy our tender nights of lovemaking together, Geralt,” the vampire admonished teasingly. He was trying to lighten the mood, to fully process his recently acquired lover’s peculiar request. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want you to suddenly change your mind or feel unsure going into things and only continue for my sake. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you woke up one morning and feared me for being the monster I truly am.”

“You are no monster,” Geralt asserted, catching Jaskier’s flighty hands in both of his and holding them tightly. He squeezed his fingers and smiled encouragingly when Jaskier squeezed back. “And aren’t I supposed to be the nervous one, coming to you with something of this nature and speaking of it in plain terms? I’m mortified.”

“I just don’t want you to be afraid of me, Geralt.”

The human cocked his head to the side and smiled, the deep blush that had accompanied his earlier request still darkened the apples of his cheeks. His open expression was so trusting and endearing that Jaskier’s heart would have broken if it were still beating. “I could never be afraid of you, Your Grace.”

“Do I have your permission to read through your expectations of this, should we attempt it?”

“Of course, Your Grace. Whatever pleases you best, Your Grace.”

“That’s cheating, darling. You know how it boils my blood when you call me that,” the vampire growled.

They’d fallen back into the pillows after that but the deal had been struck: some night when Geralt wasn’t expecting it, when he was fast asleep, Jaskier would bring his lover under his thrall. He would command Geralt’s every movement, keeping careful tabs on his mind so that no wrong moves were made and no damage was done. He cared too much for the mortal’s safety to risk anything.

But the mortal had learned that it was very hard for Jaskier to deny him anything, especially when it came to adventurous and lusty bedroom games.

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Geralt pushed the door open and approached the bed, where Jaskier was reclined comfortably against a mound of pillows. His ankles were delicately crossed and he was draped in a long, flowing white silk night shirt. His fangs were already fully extended and his irises were glowing crimson in the dim light of a few lit candles.

“Kneel,” Jaskier ordered. Geralt dropped to his knees, unconsciously grateful for the pillow that his employer and lover had set out in preparation. The Count slid from the bed and approached his prey, breathing the heady scent of a lustful, eager human. It was a warm, earthy scent and it tickled him greatly to know that Geralt felt it all for him. Only for him.

For Count Dracula, the terror of Redania.

One of the immortal’s cold, calloused fingertips slid down the side of Geralt’s jaw and the solicitor shuddered instinctively, thrusting his chest forward and turning his face to the left to better reveal the pale, unmarked column of his throat. The Count released a feral growl and fisted his hands into Geralt’s hair. He tugged his head back, forcing the younger man to arch even further forward and breathe even more shallowly than before. All Jaskier could hear in the mortal’s mind, even beneath the fog of his vampiric thrall, was: Yes! Yes! More. Yes!

It was very encouraging. He kissed a torturously slow line of tooth-heavy kisses up and down the soft skin and refused to let the mortal give in to his urge to write. He forced Geralt to stay perfectly still as he laved his throat and Adam’s apple with his teeth and tongue.

He whined, low and long, and the Count released him to step back.

“Greedy thing,” the vampire chuckled. The sound was low and ominous; it reverberated dangerously through Geralt’s chest and forced a whine from his throat, his eyes still trained on the Count. The solicitor could not force himself to move an inch as he awaited further instructions from his Master. Finally, after a nearly painful length of silence, Jaskier murmured, “Disrobe for me, pet.”

Geralt’s fingers flew to the collar of his nightshirt, tugging the buttons apart haphazardly in his rush to bare himself before his Count. His Jaskier. His Master. The vampire placed his hands over the mortal’s and tutted in disappointment. The sound had Geralt reeling, groaning in utter confusion as he went limp beneath his lover’s ministrations.

“Slower, my darling. Put on a show for me. You’re so pretty, Geralt, and I’d like it if you remembered that. Unwrap yourself like a present, wouldn’t you?”

The white-haired human flushed a charming shade of pink and ducked his head. Jaskier removed his hands and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He watched with obvious arousal as Geralt slowly unhooked each shiny black button, drawing the material aside to reveal the planes of his broad, lightly-furred chest. He slowly slipped the offending article over his head and discarded it to the side. Then he paused, waiting once again for the vampire to give him a command.

“Pants off, too. I’d like you bare, my pet.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“What does it feel like to be enthralled by your love, Geralt? Do you regret letting me be your Master?”

“I regret nothing, Your Grace. Being yours like this...it feels as if my mind is far away and yet everything I touch is very close. If your skin brushes against mine unintentionally I fear that I shall fly apart; yet I’ve never wanted to be touched more desperately in my life.”

“Hmm. That is an interesting way to put it. Now, my love, come lay with me and let me touch you as you so desire.”

“As it pleases you, Your Grace.”

“Even bent to obey my every whim without question you are no less accommodating, my dear.”

Jaskier straddled Geralt as soon as the mortal had laid himself down. He shucked off his own silk nightshirt in the process, tossing it off into the darkness as if it wasn’t worth more than Geralt’s weight in gold. The Count ran his frigid hands down Geralt’s firm arms, clasping his hands and pulling them slowly, teasingly over his head.

“How strange it must be to know that I will not tie you down and yet you will not be able to move from this position without my order to do so,” the vampire whispered against the shell of his lover’s ear. Geralt moaned and tossed his head back, baring his throat once again. The human was practically screaming his thoughts at Jaskier: Bite me! Feed from me! Take from me and make me yours, Your Grace. My handsome Count. My love!

The Count wrapped himself around his lovely, willing victim and eagerly acquiesced.

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“Fuck!” Geralt cried. He was sure that every nerve ending in his body was screaming in wave after wave of unstoppable ecstasy.

Jaskier was everywhere. The Count had released the hold of his thrall as soon as he’d bitten into the side of Geralt’s throat. Now there was nothing standing between Geralt and all of the wonderful sensations his lover was inflicting upon him. The rhythmic movements of Jaskier’s hips as the vampire fucked him firmly down into the mattress, the heaving of his breath in his slow human lungs, the little white flyaways that were stuck to his forehead with sweat; even the way his hands were buried fiercely in the vampire’s soft chestnut hair seemed to only further drive Geralt mad with lust.

There were warring sparks of arousal and heat shooting between the spot in his neck where Jaskier’s teeth were buried and the spot in his ass where Jaskier’s glorious cock was buried. The Count was an expert at mind reading and at lovemaking. He played Geralt like Geralt had seen him once play the lute and the harp. His fingers were expert, flicking at his nipples and pulling at his hair at just the right moments.

The young solicitor was nothing more than a moaning, writhing symphony and Jaskier was his wicked, brilliant composer. He sang at his Master’s order, grunting and sighing whenever one of the Count’s expert thrusts hit his prostate. It was even better knowing that every slam of Jaskier’s hips was matched by a strong pull of blood as the vampire drank from him. To know that he was pleasuring His Grace in so many ways at once brought the human to the height of joy. He mumbled a long series of wordless, gibberish thanks and let the Count drain him of his life force.

“I can keep going all night,” the vampire warned, removing his teeth from his quarry only long enough to speak. “I could drive you mad like this, Geralt. Would you like that? Would you enjoy spending your life under my spell, warming my bed and slaking my immortal lusts? Would you like it if I laid you out on a pretty velvet dais during the day and gave you endless books to read? Would you be content if I had you dressed and bathed for me by your own set of servants every night and delivered to my bed when the sun finally disappears?”

“Your Grace! Please!”

Geralt didn’t know if he was begging for it or trying to plead against it; perhaps both or perhaps neither. Perhaps he was merely begging for Jaskier to put his fangs back in his straining, yearning neck. But the Count wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

“Please, you say? Does that idea appeal to you, my pet? Would you like being looked after and taken care of and tenderly worshiped from now until your dying day?”

“Jaskier!” the mortal solicitor cried, clenching tightly around the vampire and forcing the immortal’s breath from his lungs. “Keep me forever, do not let me leave your side, Your Grace! Please!”

“Fuck, Geralt, I’m-” he cut himself off by sinking his canines back into his lover’s pale arteries and sucking in one last deep gulp of sparkling ruby nectar.

“Yes! Your Grace!”

They fell over the precipice together, tumbling through empty, breathless air as they came. The feeling of Jaskier’s fangs in his neck had finally given Geralt the perfect amount of stimulation to climax, messing both his own chest and part of Jaskier’s with sticky spend. Since the Count had been monitoring Geralt’s thoughts the entire time they were coupling, hell bent on making sure he was enjoying himself, Geralt’s climax sent Jaskier headfirst into his own shuddering finish. “Fuck! My love!”

“Jaskier!” ---

“You’re a marvel, my darling,” the Count insisted, forcing Geralt to take another sip of sweet red wine. He slipped a piece of sweet bread with jam into the mortal’s mouth shortly thereafter. “I am so lucky to have had you delivered right to my doorstep, ready and willing to fall under my evil spell.”

“You’re still not frightening me,” the solicitor replied. “I went to law school; you’re almost tame.”

“For that remark you shall be severely punished.”

Geralt rolled over in Jaskier’s lap and wiggled his ass playfully. “Oh no, Your Grace. Anything but that.”

“Get back here and finish your wine, pet.”

Geralt returned to his previous position and Jaskier ran a hand through his snow-white locks. “May I get dressed yet, Your Grace?”

“Not if you keep calling me that. If you insist on flaunting my title then I may never let you see a stitch of clothing again.”

Geralt blushed and Jaskier’s eyes widened as the mortal’s thought passed through the veil into his own mind. The Count laughed and fed Geralt a bite of bread.

“You’re an absolutely filthy little minx, pet. I’m going to keep you forever.”

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mvmmoney · 3 years

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solomon spicy thoughts have entered the chat!!!

this came to me in a fever dream and I typed as fast as I could. I have no context for this, just straight up h hours with my favorite evil wizard overlord.

🔞 if under 18 🔞 do not interact 🔞

tw // sub!mc, light choking, nb!mc (they/them pronouns)

"So what's this potion do exactly, Solomon?" MC watched the sorcerer pour a lilac colored fluid into a small glass, notes of honeysuckle releasing into the air as he did so.

He finished his pour before answering, making sure the measurements were precise. "I suppose it's more or less what you could call a truth serum. Though it's far less potent and doesn't make you divulge the truth inexplicably. More like...gives courage to live in ones own truth freely, without feeling hesitating factors like shame, or fear." He placed the glass in MC's hand and shrugged, a response to MC's raised brow. "A witch I know has taken in a human apprentice, but she suspects he's sharing her craft with those who oppose her. I owed her a favor from long ago that has now been payed, well, depending." His hands motioned to the sweet smelling drink MC held. Solomon had assured them all previous tests went without a hitch; after a moment of contemplation, MC nodded their head. "Alright then, bottoms up."

There was nothing at first, just the scent honeysuckle and rain. It was calming, or maybe that was the potion at work, MC couldn't really tell. Solomon was standing in front of them, eyes focused and sharp. "Okay, you should be feeling more or less at ease right about now, would you say that's true?"

MC nodded. Ah, it’s the potion then.

"Good. Let's give it a test. Do you enjoy your time here in the realm of demons?"

"Sure do," answered MC, a grin on their face, "that's an easy one."

"Fair enough," Solomon agreed. He gestured over to a large couch that looked like something Belphie would have loved to sleep on. "Shall we?" He asked. MC headed in the living area’s direction, walking past him in the process. Being near him like this, even for a second, had always stirred something in MC. Neither of them had made advances towards each other before, but MC had sure thought about it once...and then maybe more than once. They wondered if Solomon had thought the same.

He asked the next question as they sat down adjacent from each other. "Describe to me what it feels like to make a pact with a demon."

MC closed their eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his minty scent. They felt goosebumps raise up on their arms. "Feels like...feels like power. Feels ancient and alive." MC opened their eyes, a little in awe of their own answer. It had been impossible to describe before, but now the adjectives they needed were clear as day. Solomon looked pleased, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

He looked down and noticed the glass still in MC's hand. "Let me take that. You've done me quite the honor in proving the effects of my gift, I could at the very least be an attentive host." His hand brushed against MC's as they handed him the empty cup. It felt like fire as it lingered on MC's skin. They clasped their hands together in response, bringing them to their chest.

Solomon immediately looked from the glass to their hands. "What is it? Are you alright?"

MC nodded, though their brows were still pulled together in slight confusion. "I'm fine. It's just, just...my hand feels warm, specifically where you touched it."

Solomon cocked his head to the side, curious. "Where I touched it? Are you in pain?" MC shook their head. He put the glass to the side and reached for MC's hands. They let Solomon take them in his own gentle grasp, the same tantalizing burn tingling their skin again. MC shuddered, unable to stop a fluttering feeling growing in their stomach; it slowly radiating throughout their entire body.

The man in front of them was still closely inspecting their hand. "There doesn't seem to be any physical marks. A warm feeling you say? Are you feeling it now?"

MC nodded, though now it was a lot more than a warm feeling isolated to their hands. For the past couple seconds they hadn't been able to focus on much other than Solomon's lips. Their cheeks felt hot.

Solomon placed his finger under MC’s chin, lifting their face slightly to meet his gaze. MC's heartbeat sped up. "This is a little unusual, I must admit, but not entirely unpredictable. Tell me, what are you thinking, right now?"

Though MC felt their face flush, the truth flowed right out of them, no hesitation. "I can't stop thinking about kissing you. And about how I want your lips on my neck."

Solomon's eyes tightened, though nothing else about his body language betrayed him. "Ah, I see." He dropped his hand, but not his eyes. “Must be a side effect," he said finally. His voice was careful, they could hear the restraint underneath the coolness of it all.

“I wouldn’t say it’s entirely all the potion,” MC protested with ease. They leaned toward him, a dangerous feeling building within them, “and according to you, all powerful man, I wouldn’t have been able to say that if it wasn’t the truth.” MC felt smug and confident — and they liked it.

A smirk formed in the corner of Solomon’s mouth as he mirrored MC’s movement. “I suppose not.” Neither of them moved for a moment, tension building with every passing second. MC’s heart was beating loud in their ears, sure that Solomon could hear it too. They had been here before in fantasy, but hadn’t realized how badly they truly wanted this until now, him inches away.

MC felt charged, like they could take on the world - or rather one of the most powerful men in it. They closed the distance between them, drifting their lips to his and stopping just as they brushed against each other. “MC...” Solomon trailed off in a cautioning voice, though he didn't back away. Then his lips were on theirs. Slow and gentle kisses began to shift into a passionate dance between their mouths. Each of their breaths coming more and more jagged as their lust for each other was winning against the need for air. MC moved forward, pushing him back slightly to make way for them to straddle him. Solomon was happy to oblige, his hands finding their waist.

The energy flowing between the two was electric. MC began rocking their hips on top of him, feeling his growing bulge between their legs. His kissing became more and more aggressive in response. Small moans escaping each of them as their hands explored each other. Solomon pulled away from MC, looking up at them above him, “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he warned. MC smiled, reaching down to the mound in his pants, “No, I think I do.” They kissed him again, tongues eager to be tangled once more.

Solomon placed his hands under MC and in one swooping motion, Solomon had them underneath him. He pinned their arms above their head, one hand holding both their wrists. He was stronger than MC had imagined. They were aching for him.

"I can't say I haven't thought about you like this before. It doesn't take an elixir for me to admit that." His hand ran across their chest and over their mound. MC whimpered. "Speaking of which," he continued, leaning down to whisper in MC's ear, "what would you like for me to do to you?"

MC shuddered as they felt his breath move from their earlobe down to their neck. His playful kisses and bites made MC's nipples hard. "I want you to touch me," they breathed. He was kissing their chest when he mumbled, "Where?" He was teasing them and they both loved it.

MC bucked their hips in response to his question. "There, please..." they pleaded. He looked up at them and smiled. His free hand moved down MC's stomach and into the waistline of their bottoms, stopping right above their most sensitive area. He held their gaze, "How badly do you want me to touch you?"

MC sucked in a sharp breath, their desire for him overwhelming them. He had them in the palm of his hand and he knew it. The cocky bastard. They wanted to smack that smug look right off his face, and then ride it.

"Please, Solomon. I need you to put your hands on me, please." They pouted their lips at him. “Very well,” he said, finally plunging his hand lower. He rubbed them, up and down, up and down; slowly picking up his pace with each stroke. Their chest heaved as their breathing became more and more erratic. Their moans filled the air as they squirmed underneath Solomon's grasp. "How does that feel?"

MC grinded against him, "S-so g-goooood." If he kept this up they were going to cum soon, their orgasm already building. As if hearing their thoughts, Solomon suddenly pulled his hand from their pants. "Not yet, MC," he said with a devilish grin. He let go of MC's wrist to sit up on his knees. He pulled his shirt off his body and undid the buckle of his pants, which he fell out of immediately; his member hard and dripping with precum. MC starred at it, wanting nothing more than for him to slam himself inside them until they forgot their name.

MC was pulling their shirt off up over their head when they felt Solomon tug down on their pants, removing them in mere seconds. Climbing back over them, Solomon moved one hand to around MC's neck, and the other around his shaft, rubbing his tip at MC's hole. "Tell me, do you want me to fuck you like the slut you're acting like?"

"Yes, yes please. Please Solomon..."

He pushed slightly at MC's entry, "Beg me." His voice mischievous, full of lust.

MC whined in anticipation. "Please fuck me, I want—I need you inside me.” They pushed their opening against him. “Please, please. I need to be fucked. I need it, I need you. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want your cock stuffed inside me, please give it to me Solomon, please, please, please, please...” They trailed off as his grip around their neck tightened.

"Good," he cood, "you make a good little fucktoy." He waited only a second before he slammed into MC all at once, they gasped as his balls slapped against them. MC squeezed tightly around him as he pulled out slowly before slamming into them again. They arched their back and moaned as he rocked his hips, thrusting in and out of MC’s dripping hole. They could feel him stuffing them completely, their entire body in ecstasy. They clenched around him.

“That’s right,” Solomon said between huffs, “Take it all you cum slut.” MC growled in pleasure at his words. It was as if time stood still, the outside world ceased to exist. It was just them, bodies tangled together, skin slick with sweat.

MC wrapped their legs around him then, allowing Solomon to pull MC up and onto him as he fell backwards into a reclined position. He dug his fingers into MC’s hips and they gripped his silver hair. He pushed and pulled their hips as they rode him, bitting their chest in the process; marks sure to be seen in the morning.

"Solomon, S-Solomon," they moaned, "I'm so close, please make me cum. Please l-let me cum for y-you. Fuck!" MC could feel their legs begin to shake as they bounced on his cock. Their body longing for release.

Solomon had that same cocky smile on his lips as he looked MC in the eyes. "You think you've deserved that, pet?"

"Yes, yes please!"

"You want to cum all over my cock?" He asked, voice deep with desire.

MC's body was on fire. Pulsing with every word he spoke. "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes, what?" He teased.

"Yes I want to cum...cum all over y-your cock! Please! Please let me cum!! Solomon please!!" MC's breathing was heavy, sure to explode any second now.

Solomon's eyes were wild, MC could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was right at the edge as well. "I love hearing you beg. Do it then, cum for me MC, look me in the eyes and cum for me," he demanded. They locked eyes, it taking only seconds before MC's body released with a force they hadn't known was possible. They cried out sounds of pleasure as every single one of their nerves fired at once. "That's right. Don't you dare look away," he said as he hovered MC above him, pounding away at their hole. "Cum on my cock, cum with me still inside you...fuck!"

As they convulsed in their extended orgasm, they felt Solomon's seed fill them up. Their eyes hungry for each other as they came together.

Finally they collapsed into each other, unmoving as both of them caught their breath. It was Solomon who regained motion in his limbs first, carefully sliding out of MC as they lay on top of him. MC could feel his load slowly drip out of them and onto him, neither of them cared.

"Well," he said, kissing the top of their head, "Remind me to call on you for help with all my future potions, will you?" A small giggle escaped MC's lips, "Give me ten minutes, then let's try the next one."

#solomon nation RIIIISSEEEEEE #obey me!#obey me #obey me! solomon #omswd #omswd solomon #tbh i havent spent much time w him but i had an idea and ran with it okay!!!#might seem a little oc for him but in my mind he is a cocky dom who likes to call mc a cumslut 💆🏽‍♀️💆🏽‍♀️#let me be h**** on main in PEACE!!!! w peace & love <3

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florencwrites · 3 years

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no body, no crime 〚sapnap〛

in which the preppy school kids revisit an old friend

($) slight smut in the intro ($)

(!) violence (!)

Soft grunts and heavy breaths. Hasty movements and snapping hips. His hands were roaming my waist, desperately trying to get a grip on my hips. His fingers were rough on my skin, constantly trying to hold on tighter, his every thrust pushing me away from him further.

His bed creaked in the faintest with his every movement, the anticipation building with the second. I was half-sat in Nick's lap, the skirt of my uniform pulled up just enough for him to have a clear view of himself pushing into me. The meekest of curse words ran over his lips, very obviously trying to suppress any sound wanting to escape his throat.

"Fuck," He slurred, pressing his thumb between my legs. I involuntarily clenched around him, instantly having his thrusts become jagged, unregulated. His arm pressed my legs down, keeping him tight against him, while his other hand now pressed itself onto my mouth. His sloppy hips sped up, as did the creaks ringing through the room.

A knock on the door.

I almost whined at the sudden loss of contact as he hastily retracted his hands, placing them on my hips to gently lift me from his hips the quickest he could. He rose from where he was sat on the side of the bed, opening his absurdly large closet for me to fit in. "Shit, shit, shit."

I knew he felt bad, he was very aware of how much I hated sneaking around with him, how badly I wanted to just be able to kiss him whenever I wanted. Knowing he wanted nothing more than to be more soothed the pain, though. He had no choice but to stay silent about everything. I placed my hand on his forearm, right as he wanted to close the door, a saddened glint in his eyes.

"S'okay," I smiled, pulling him towards me to place a kiss on his reddened lips. The slight scruff on his chin prickled my face as he placed another soft kiss on my forehead before closing the wardrobe and hastily making his way to the door.

"One second," I heard the click of a lock, "Dude, what the fuck?"

An audible huff escaped my lips as I let my chest fall from anticipation. Our stupid fucking friends, again. Clay immediately pushed himself into the room, "Is she naked?"

I made sure to pull my skirt down entirely before pushing the closet open, revealing myself to the two boys. "What do you want?"

"To see you naked, obviou-"

"Clay!" George took it to himself to intervene, "Were we interrupting something?"

Nick stepped back to stand beside me, an apologetic look on his face before turning to meet his friends' eyes again, "What the fuck does it look like, dude?"

"You were having sex and that is against the school's guidelines." Clay piped up, an obvious mocking tone to his words.

I rolled my eyes, subconsciously crossing my arms over my chest, "You're just jealous, not my fault you haven't seen a vagina in two years."

"I mean," George interrupted with a chuckle, trying his best to push his curling lips down, "It is kind of your fault,"

"George-" Clay and I spoke in unison, however, he quickly shut up, his eyes nudging me to take the turn to speak, "We don't speak about that night."

Nick stiffened a bit beside me, his jaw ticking almost indiscernible. "We should, though," he cleared his throat, "talk about it."

"It's been six months," George's voice was now gentle, no longer earning an amused inflection to it. "It's time."

"We're not going back there," Clay immediately retorted, his face scrunched up in both confusion and sheer frustration, "We can't."

A soft sigh from beside me, movement as he stepped to sit down on the bed. Clay had taken it to himself to take the chair by Nick's desk, George awkwardly standing by the door, leaning against the wall. "We have to."

I followed quietly, not daring to pipe in on the situation at hand. I let myself descend to sit on Nick's lap, only now realizing he still had quite the problem to deal with. Clay let out an agitated huff, ran his hands over his face once, stood up, "Fine. But we're not doing it tonight."

"Tomorrow." Nick offered, his hands on my hips to press me down further into his lap. So, we agreed. Tomorrow.

"Shut the fuck up, George," Clay hissed loudly, throwing a look over his shoulder towards the smaller brunette. George rolled his eyes, zipping his mouth shut with a dramatized gesture.

The four of us moved through the dense forest quite fluently, except for the occasional yelp when any of their shirts got stuck on a branch. We were still wearing our uniforms, Clay urging us that we would most likely be getting dirty in the process and how it would be less suspicious to have our school clothes washed instead of all-black outfits.

Clay was astoundingly brilliant, his every move always seemed so deliberate. He left nothing to chance ever. Except for that night, and it came to haunt him every single day. So who could blame him for being so goddamn conscientious when the one night you slipped up comes to ruin your life?

"Are we nearly there yet?" George moaned from before me, harshly tugging his jacket from a spikey branch. He stumbled slightly, "Please."

"George, literally shut the fuck up," Clay spoke up again, his tone entirely bitter, his eyes set stern. Nick chuckled softly from behind me, his hands pressing themselves to my side to make me jump. I squealed involuntarily, immediately clamping my hand over my mouth. More giggles from Nick, however only a thump from before us.

"What the fuck, Clay?" George sat on the ground, rubbing his elbow as Clay stood in front of him, unmoved. Staring at the ground in front of him in complete and utter terror. "What's-"

He looked like a mere figure, a silhouette painted against the moonlight. He fell to his knees, his hands instantly digging themselves in the dirt. I rushed to his side, my hands on his shoulders, pressing him to tell us what was going on. Then, I looked over to what he was staring at.

A ravished grave laid contrasted to the stillness of the forest around us, the serenity of it all collapsing as our eyes fell onto the disturbed ground. It was completely demolished, branches strewn over it, and piles of dirt surrounding it, however, the grave wasn't our main concern. We knew it would be here, we were the ones that put it here. No, the grave was not the reason for Clay's quivering body in my arms, his tears staining my blouse.

A ravished, empty grave, now that will chill you to your bones.

#angst #fluff #smut #imagine #oneshot #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #dream #sapnap #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #nick #youtube #twitch #minecraft #mcyt #dark academia #death #mystery

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bitchiha · 4 years

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To Eternal Bliss, I’m so Glad to Know (ModernAU!Hidan x Reader)

The Rats 1k event prompt: Street racer x Hidan

A/N: hey.. aha.. how y'all doing.. hum so i haven't been doing great, I think that is evident through my inactivity on this blog, but that being said i am in a bit of a better place now. i finally have some time to myself and i intend to put that towards my 900 follower event. Enjoy this wonderful piece of modern racer Hidan that strayed into crazy murder himbo I love car man Hidan.

Title inspired by: this song.

MAJOR TWs: smut, harassment (brief, undescriptive), uhm murter, reckless driving, lots of mentions of and contemplations of death. You are a literal accomplice to murter. Reader is confused. But.. It’s not supposed to be gory and dark, I kinda wanted it to just be stupid and reflect a himbo hidan as much as I could. Last like 6 paragraphs aren’t edited.

You shouldn’t be in a criminals car, much less in the middle of a police chase and much much less be falling in love with him.

His silver hair flashes wildly in the occasional flicker of red and blue lights, teeth bared; he was making that face again. That one he had when he first met you, lips curled and canines showing. It looked like he was in pain. It was just because he was actually trying to use his brain, you think. He grips the wheel tightly, the whites of his pale knuckles glowing as he swerves onto one of the busiest city streets you know.

Barely avoiding a collision with a distinct yellow blur you could barely classify as a taxi, he continued to speed through the lanes, horns blaring and merging into the sound of the wailing sirens quickly approaching. Another sharp turn onto a slightly less busy road had your body slamming against the console, leaning close to Hidan. Your eyes stray from the window and onto his face, unable to hear what he is saying, you make out the movement of his lips:

shit,shit,shiiit

The tires screeched as he fumbled around with the controls, sending the car into a full 180 and narrowly avoiding a police car sacrificing its auto body in favour of capturing Jashin. That was real close call, just scratching the side of the passenger door, but you wouldn't know; you were still watching your boyfriends features as he speeds off down another dirty alley.

You were pretty sure that one day you were going to die trapped in Hidans little metal box.. A distant part of you wanted to throw up when you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure, he was obnoxiously annoying in the most serious of times and incredibly oblivious when you desperately needed him to get a clue. I mean fuck, it felt like despite his adolescent years of elementary and secondary school (which you’re not even sure he attended) his brain only had the capacity to process two things. The first being lewd shit and the second would be the gas pedal... and maybe half a braincell was in there thinking of you, but probably only of you in your panties or something really shallow like that.

You really shouldn’t love him.

Barrelling down the alley he randomly slammed the breaks down, the lack of warning sending you flying forward. Bracing yourself to be slammed into the front of car, but just when you thought you were going to break your nose Hidan reversed, sending your body backwards instead. You yelped and he sent you a stupid little apologetic curl of his lip before twisting his body, hand coming to your chair for support as he sped the car backwards through the trash littered street. You didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind about the direction until a few seconds later when a black and white cop car swerved down the alley in the direction you were back pedalling from. Hidan must have known they were going to try and cut his route off.

At the sight of the police vehicle your boyfriend impulsively slammed the breaks, rolling his window down and leaning his head out of it, “Ha, you stupid fucks think you could catch Jashin with some lame shit like that? I could smell that from a mile away!” From your boyfriends childish tone you predicted he was going to blow a raspberry, but the sound of speeding tires approaching quickly stopped him. Sirens blaring, the police car sped its way forward.

“Oh fuck.” Hidan sped Jashin backwards again.

You remembered the first time you met Jashin.

It was late that night, you were making your long trek home after a disastrous closing shift. You were tired. So fucking tired. You never would have taken that shortcut if you weren’t truly physically drained. As you made your way briskly through that musky trash infested canal, you were stopped by a man who smelled just as intensely as the alley itself. It was so much so that you had thought that perhaps it was the mans smell that was so potent and not the space itself.

Defining what the source of that smell was wasn’t important though, not when he was coming straight at you with barred, yellow teeth. You didn't know what to do and to be fair, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He was yelling something, you couldn't hear it over the thrashing of your erratic heartbeat. Were you going to die? You were so fucking tired.

Maybe you should run.

You didn’t though. Didn’t have the energy. So you let the man come face to face with your figure, grabbing at the lapels of your coat and screaming. His breath was unbearable and you thought you were going to pass away just from the smell as opposed to actually being murdered. Although you suppose this could probably qualify for a murder, his breath was most definitely a weapon. But despite his shouts being directly at you, his humid breath spraying across your face as his chest constantly heaved, you couldn't understand what he was saying.

“Jashin! Jashin is coming!”

What the fuck was Jashin? Could you still not hear him? He was probably sick. You were tired. So you continued to let him shake your form. Was he going to kill you or just ask for some money?

Thats when a beast of sleek red metal swerved down the alley, trampling over peeled open garbage bags and beer bottles, approaching you with each sound of a crinkled can. It was gunning straight towards the man who was backing you up against the wall, he was frothing and screaming at the sight and the next moment the hood of the car slammed into his form. Despite your close proximity to the man, you were left barely unscathed and a little bit disappointed.

The scene laid frozen for a good thirty seconds: the man unconscious on the floor, your unsteady breathing and the window of the car rolling down. It inched back to reveal a man about your age - which made him just barely a man - with silver slicked back hair, barred teeth and knitted eyebrows.

“Shit.”

You just stared at him, backpack beginning to slide down your shoulders. He stared back at you, waiting to see what your next move was going to be. You didn’t have one.

“...If it makes you feel any better, douchebag deserved it.” The man said a few minutes later, he clearly wasn't expecting the crumpled body on the floor to have tried to seek out help, let alone from a cute girl. He smoothed his hair back.

His crappy attempt to seduce you didn't work and nor did his equally crap words of consolation, you were tired. This whole situation was even more tiring. You just wanted to sleep.

“I won't tell anyone, if you just drive me home.”

He clearly wasn't expecting that, you could tell that from the pained look intensifying on his face and his little choked gasp. A few moments later it released like an elastic band snapping and his features set into a smug smirk. A cute girl who wasn’t gonna snitch on him?

“You’re not going to question the fact that I just hit someone with my car? Is it cause I'm so fucking sex-”

You weren’t listening, walking over the heap of a body and around the car into the passenger seat. The contrasting smell of vanilla and cigarettes clouded your senses as you clicked your seatbelt into place - noticing his lack of one in the process.

You hated that your face was burning up as you spoke. “I live a few blocks away.”

For a while you were sure that this was the first girl Hidan had ever had in his car. It was obvious that he was freaking out, maybe if he didn’t hit people in alleyways and then blamed your silence on the fact that he was so fucking sexy, then maybe he would be able to talk to more.

He tried to blab to you the whole way to your apartment accidentally making wrong turns to try and extend the length of your stay. He told you about that man in the alley, said something about how he totally fucked him over in some black market shit for auto parts. Said his enemy, - he stressed this word very intensely - Shikamaru probably put him up to it. Nobody messes with Jashin goddamit, I fucking hate that guy. It was a shit justification for murder no doubt, there is never a good reason to hit someone with a car, but you supposed your indifference wasn't any better.

You stole a couple glances at him every now and then, when his eyes took a break from darting back and fourth between your thighs, your face and the road. He had a sharp jaw, pretty cheekbones, gelled back hair with small strands escaping every so often - causing him to brush them back when too many tickled his forehead - his lashes were long and his eyes so pretty so in the dim light of the empty city streets. His teeth were straight and sharp canines peeked out whenever he sent you a suggestive smirk.

You also spent an unbelievably long time watching his fingers maneuver the steering wheel, the way his hands flexed with a certain turn. The veins of his forearms travelling underneath his leather jacket pushed up at the elbows, his jeans were all worn out and faded and his shoes looked like they were about to fall apart, it was a big difference in comparison to the well kept state of his handsome car.

When he finally made it to your complex after running out of roads to take wrong turns down, he looked at you like a lost puppy, rolling the passenger window down to call out to you as you opened the lobby doors. “So I’ll meet you out here tomorrow then? Say, around 9?”

You turned to look at him confusedly, inquiring as to why he would be picking you up when you made no reservations to see him again, why would you want to see your accomplice in a murder ever again? But he was already speeding off before you got the chance.

At least you could finally go to sleep.

The next day he was outside your apartment fifteen past nine, blaring his horn as he maneuvered his upper body to hover out the window of his lovely Jashin. You were nestled on your couch, staring at the blue light of the TV screen in your dark apartment desperately trying to avoid the textbook glowering at you from the coffee table.

‘Cute kitten saved from tree’ was sprawled across the bottom of your television in bold letters as a perky blonde read off the little cue cards in her hand. You’d been watching the news all day, waiting for the red breaking news! To slice across the screen and read out the description of a crippled homeless gambler found dead in an alley, but it never came.

It mad you feel a little angry when you realized his death wasn’t going to be announced and you knew there was no way it hadn’t been discovered yet. Then you sat startled at the realization that you didn’t feel anything towards what happened. That the anger you felt in wanting it to be so desperately displayed on the news was because you hoped you would feel something then.

The sound of Hidans car horn threw you out of your thoughts as you jumped like a frightened cat to the window. Peeling back the curtain you were surprised to see that blood stained blotch on the road with a lavender haired boy peeking out, baring his teeth.

You contemplated staying inside, he didn’t know your apartment number, but you knew that he definitely wouldn’t stop blaring the horn if you didn’t. His hand was undeniably laying flat against the centre of he wheel as he continued to sound out, you heard someone yell for him to fucking shut up. Hidan continued as if he didn’t hear. It kind of flattered you.

You wanted to vomit.

You took the stairs.

It was the beginning of winter when you finally let Hidan fuck you. You were in some parking lot lined with pitch black shops on a Sunday night. Everyone closed early going home to their families, except the two of you of course.

It was odd being with him for this long. One outing turned into another and then another, before you knew it he was picking you up every night at nine -sometimes fifteen minutes passed,- blaring his horn excitedly as he peeked out his car.

He told you it was the perfect place to do donuts, didn’t you want to do donuts? You did. It was the beginning of winter. It was icy. His idea was incredibly fucking stupid. But you agreed because maybe you’d skid on the ice and smash into a store, get crushed by the crumbling debris..

There was little snowflakes hitting the windows of Jashin as you two sat parked in the middle of the deserted lot.

“You ready? Oh you’re gonna love this, babe.”

He grinned as your face heated up at the name, you always got all flustered whenever he said anything like that. It made him feel giddy. His long fingers start Jashin up, moving to clutch the wheel as the car thrums to life.

When he makes the first swerve with his car, he turns his head to watch your body all stiff and frightened. It was funny. He laughed as your face twisted into an even more flustered one - if that was possible. God, you were always such a hard ass at the beginning of the night, but when he dropped you off outside your apartment early into the morning he always made sure to leave you with a little smile on your face. Even now, this early into the night he could see the beginnings of one.

He twisted the wheel again and your body flew to the left, smooshing into the console and the surprised laugh that left your mouth had his guts twisting. He wanted to hear it again. Your walls always fell when he did stupid shit like this. You were kinda fucked up now that he thought about it. Always getting all giggly when you should probably be screaming at him to be more careful for fucks sake! But you never did and he loved that about you. Just as fucked as he was.

“Hey babe, babe! This one’ll be good. Watch, watch.” He gripped the wheel again and grinded his sneaker into the gas, the first skid across asphalt was intentional, but when he tried to regain the reigns of his dark red beast it began to thrash out of his control.

Goddamn ice patch.

The car twisted, screeched and burned into the pavement for a good twenty seconds and when he was sure you should be screaming because I mean come on, that was fucking scary, he heard silence.

As the car came to a complete stop and your body was once again flung against the console, he turned to you. He thinks he was gonna ask if you were okay but he couldn’t remember because the next moment you were grabbing tufts of his gelled hair and sucking his face off.

He loved every second of it. The amount of times he’d tried to get his dick wet with you before was astronomical, but you’d always tell him no and he would pout like a dog. But hey, now you’re shoving your tongue down his throat like a dog so he settled on the idea that good things do come to people who wait.

The reason you decided to do it then was blurry. One moment his car was skidding around the parking lot and you were laughing and thinking of the chance of death and the next second it spat onto your tongue and you realized you didn’t want it anymore.

Like that first time you slid into his car, as you kissed him now you tasted contrasting flavours. Mint and cigarettes. For a moment you thought you were going to pull away, but you felt the sudden need to drink all of it. To somehow understand why you felt like you were burning from the inside.

It was his fault really. Hidan made you feel less tired, if that was a good way to put it. You started looking forward to things after you two met and eventually you actually started to feel a bit more deeply for poor crumpled man in the alley. It felt as if you’re body was being thawed out by this silver haired idiot who was groping for the clasp of your bra underneath your shirt.

So you climbed over the console, fumbling with the side of his chair to pull his seat back as you began to strip off your top in haste. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid down to the space between his leg, choking and drooling all over his cock because when you did you felt all these funny emotions bubbling in your body, you felt alive.

He was a loud mouth when you had his dick down your throat, groaning and saying the dumbest, lewdest shit his sex wired brain could think of. You know how many times he’s thought of this? You feel so good, you feel so good. God this is so good, Jashin probably loves it too... We should fuck on the hood of the car next. Long slender fingers guided your head up and down him as he began to twitch thrust his hips upwards, finally spill into your mouth. Douchebag didn’t let your head go and you felt some of his juices dribble down your tongue.

“Swallow it, swallow it while my dicks still in your mouth... Atta girl, you’re so good. So greedy..”

And you swallowed it all, he hoisted you back onto his lap and pushed your skirt up. He was whispering all this perverted stuff in your ear and your mouth fell open against his neck. Words making you flush fiercely and slowly grind your hips against him. You stopped him when he was beginning to shove your panties down your thighs, though.

For the first time you felt small in comparison to him as you met his eyes. He stopped his movement seeming like he was going to say something too, but you cut him off.

“- Hidan... I’ve never done it before.”

He stares at you all wide eyed before laughing and for a second and you think about getting out of his car and walking home because that’s such a douchebag thing to do, but then he surprises you.

“Me too, I was just about to say.. but I mean it can’t be hard right? Well, I am hard,” he laughed and you found yourself huffing a small giggle at his stupid joke, good mood returning as he continued, “I was just gonna go with what I seen in hentais.” That explained his dirty talk.

It was pretty good for your first time though. Ideally not the best place to have sex, you kept hitting your head and he couldn’t quite get his hips thrusting at a good pace with the confined space, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it was Hidan and you think you just might be in love with him.

That’s why you don’t say anything when a few weeks later you see “Shikamaru Nara, infamous street racer found dead in a back alley crash.” flashing across your tv screen.

You don’t comment, just give a little understanding hum when Hidan calls you and tells you he can’t pick you up tonight babe, or for a few nights, Jashin needs some repairs..

It’s why now, as he speeds through the streets recklessly with your bags in the trunk and the sound of sirens ringing in your ears that you feel tears prick your eyes. You wish you could have told him to be more careful, that he shouldn’t have done what he did without planning it. Something, anything.. it’s too late now. But he’s not to blame.

You think it’s your fault, really.

#naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #hidan x reader #hidan #the rats 900 celebration

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Sing Me Awake With A Song About Pirates

Prompt: Beach Day

Relationship: Yennefer/Renfri/Jaskier

Rating: G

Warnings: no warnings apply

Summary: Pirates Yennefer and Renfri dock in Kerack and have a relaxing day at the beach only to come across a merman tangled in a net.

Here is my first prompt fill for the @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

Read it on AO3

They had just docked in Kerack and Yennefer was looking forward to taking a break. They recently had a rather nasty run-in with a Nilfgardian trading ship and even though they made it out with the loot, she wanted it off her ship as soon as possible. She stretched her arms above her head as she walked down the gangplank onto the dock.

Her crew was hefting barrels off the ship, rolling them down the dock to bring into town. Once on the dock she adjusted her hat and strutted over to Renfri, her second mate, who was just finishing talking with--read bribing--the dock master.

“Are we all set?” Yennefer asked Renfri once the man had walked away.

“Yup, we were never here. Won’t be included in the log when we leave in a few days. And I can have the boys dock the ship in the cove nearby if we run into trouble and need to get out of port.”

“I can only cross my fingers we don’t run into trouble.”

“It does seem to have a way of finding us. Remember that time in Skellige with the Cintran man of war, we got out of there by the skin of our teeth.”

Where Yennefer could do with a break from finding themselves in trouble. Renfri seemed to relish in it. She was energized by the adrenaline of a fight or a chase. And Yennefer could admit she did love the gleam in Renfri’s eye whenever she was itching for a fight, or a fuck. Which is where it worked out that they were lovers.

All that being said, Yennefer just wanted to relax. She wanted to take a break from being the captain of her ship and her crew, even if just for the few days until they had to set sail again.

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After all the business was taken care of, Yennefer and Renfri had lunch at one of the taverns. It was all very expected. Renfri said she wasn’t that hungry, but then ate part of Yennefer’s portion in addition to her own. Yennefer had to glare at a fellow pirate captain who wouldn’t stop leering at her. Renfri threatened to stab a man and Yennefer convinced her not to. Just normal everyday things.

Yennefer figured they would pay for a room, she and Renfri would make love and she would get a chance to sleep without having to worry about ten different things at once the way she would on the ship.

Which of course meant that Renfri grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the tavern and in the opposite direction of the inn and brothel. “Come on, this way!”

Renfri pulled her along and they sped up into a run. “Where are we going?” Yennefer asked.

Renfir gave her a smirk and said, “You’ll see.” Which was about what Yennefer expected. But Yennefer also noticed that there was a bottle of rum in her hand.

“Nick that did you?”

“The tavern won’t notice that one measly bottle is gone. And we are pirates, gotta live up to the stereotype.”

Renfri slowed her pace, which made Yennefer slow her’s. They came to where the path met the beach and turned to sand.

“I was hoping to sleep, not drink myself to oblivion and pass out.”

“Then more rum for me,” Renfri said as she waved the bottle at Yennefer, who only rolled her eyes in response.

“Come on, Yenn, a relaxing walk on the beach is what you need. Plenty of sunshine left. And then we can watch the sunset, it’ll be romantic.”

“So you’re the romantic one, now?”

“If it gets you to smile, then sure.”

Yennefer of course couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed on her face. “Alright then, lead the way.”

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They walked arm in arm down the beach and then Renfri stopped. “This looks like as good a spot as any.”

“For what?”

“To sit, to relax.” Renfri elbowed Yennefer in the side. “C’mon <em>Captain</em> take a load off.”

Renfri then plopped down and sprawled out, uncaring of the sand getting everywhere. She unhooked her sword belt and laid her sheathed sword next to her in the sand.

Yennefer sat down next to Renfri and nudged her to put her head in her lap. She combed her fingers through the wind-tousled hair. It was relaxing. “Are you going to pop open that rum or what?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Renfri said as she sat up and pulled the cork out with her teeth. She took a sip and then passed the bottle to Yennefer.

“That’s some strong stuff.”

Yennefer took a pull from the bottle. “It sure is. You don’t need much to feel it do you?”

“Nope,” Renfri said with a laugh before grabbing the bottle and drinking some more.

They lounged in the sand for a while, eventually shedding their boots and laying down on their spread out coats.

Yennefer closed her eyes for a bit, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing and the warmth of the sun on her closed eyelids. She would always love the sounds of the ocean, the smell of salt in the air.

With her eyes still closed, Yennefer felt and heard Renfri get up. “Where are you going?”

“Down to the water. Come with me?” Renfri asked as she started to shed more of her clothes. She kept on her smallclothes, consisting of short linen braies and a fitted sleeveless tunic.

Yennefer followed suit and stripped down to her own similar underthings. He took her tricorn hat off last and tossed it on top of the pile to keep their clothes from blowing away.

Renfri grabbed Yennefer by the shoulders and initiated a kiss that turned as searing as the hot sun on their skin. Yennefer licked into Renfri’s mouth and Renfri gently nipped Yennefer’s lip in return, making her moan.

They pulled away from each other panting as they regained their breath. Renfri pushed her forehead against Yennefer’s. “Let’s go cool down. I’ll race you,” Renfri said right before he let go of Yennefer and ran down the beach towards the water.

Yennefer ran after her, following her into the foaming waves and wrapping her arms around her waist. They tussled playfully and Renfri dragged Yennefer further into the water until it was up to their thighs. They kissed again, this time lazily as the water crashed against them.

They stayed in the water for a little while longer, swimming out further to submerge their bodies fully and enjoy the cool water.

Once they felt they had thoroughly soaked in the salty sea water, Yennefer dragged Renfri back to their pile of clothes to dry off in the slowly waning sun. It was still bright, but nowhere near as high in the sky as it had been.

The sun warmed their bodies once again. Yennefer tugged on her pants and coat, shoving her shirt and stockings into the deep pockets. Renfri pulled on her own pants and slung her coat over her shoulder.

“We should have plenty of time to walk over to the rocks to watch the sunset. If you want?” Renfri asked, turning to look at Yennefer.

“Of course,” Yennefer said, leaning forward to kiss the side of Renfri’s mouth. “Maybe we can do more than just sit and watch the sunset.”

Renfri’s breath hitched before she nodded and gathered up her boots in one hand, shoving the nearly empty rum bottle into one of them.

They linked arms and started their barefoot stroll down the beach.

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They walked in a comfortable silence for a while just enjoying each other’s company and the quiet beach.

As they progressed down the beach, Yennefer could make out a shape on the sand in the distance. She nudged Renfri’s shoulder and pointed. “Do you see that? I can’t make out what it is, and I don’t have my spyglass on me.”

They both squinted into the distance. “A beached whale? Maybe.”

“Seems too small to be a whale.”

“Guess we have to keep walking and get a closer look.”

“We were headed in that direction anyway,” Yennefer answered.

They picked up their pace a bit, still walking barefoot across the sand. As they near the shape on the sand they could make out a scaled tail. Yennefer dropped her boots and trudged her way over, it was where sand started meeting rocks, the sand littered with smoothed rocks she had to make her way over. Renfri was a few paces behind her, picking her own way through.

As Yennefer got closer, her eyes widened. It was a man, well a merman if the curled blue tail was anything to go by. Yennefer really hoped that he was alive. It was a bit unnerving that the merman didn’t move.

Getting even closer, Yennefer gasped as she noticed that the merman was tangled in the rope of a fishing net. She dropped her boots she was holding and scrambled closer. The merman’s suntanned skin was dry to the touch, he must have been out in the sun for hours and he washed up too high for the tide to reach.

“Renfri!” she yelled. “Quickly, come on.”

“I’m here,” Renfri panted behind her. “Oh no.We have to help him,” she said with conviction.

“I know. Quick, we need your sword. I’ll hold the ropes taut and you can cut them. Then we have to get him down to the water.”

Yennefer kneeled near the unconscious merman and grabbed the ropes of the net at random, just wanting to get him untangled and not willing to waste anymore time in trying to fiddle with the ropes.

Yennefer held lengths of the net as far away from the merman’s body as possible as Renfri slashed through them. After repeating the process a few times, the merman was surrounded by slashed pieces of rope, and was freed. Yennefer shed her coat and chucked it and her hat out of the way. She was able to roll the merman partially onto his side. Renfri came to her aid to help roll him onto his back.

Once on his back, they could see just how parched his lips looked and just how wilted his fin-like ears were. They didn’t ogle long as they were more concerned with helping the merman regain consciousness.

Yennefer stood behind his head and squatted down to gripp under his arms. Renfri was already positioning herself near his tail as Yennefer said, “Grab his tail.” It worked because Yennefer knew Renfri was stronger than her and that tail had to be pure muscle.

It was not a very dignified trudge down towards the water, carrying a full grown merman, but they eventually made it down to the water and lowered the merman into the shallows. Once the water relieved them of some of his weight they were able to drag him deeper into the water where his body was submerged.

Yennefer’s instinct was to keep his head above water before remembering that he is of course merman and his head underwater would probably be beneficial. Yennefer lowered his head under the waves once Renfri nodded that she had a grip on his body and wouldn’t let him sink.

Yennefer felt her breathing return to normal and could only hope that they had made it in time to help the meman. She wasn’t a religious person, but as a pirate she was a superstitious one, so she prayed to every god and goddess she could think of with hopes that one of them would hear her. She looked over at Renfri, “Thank you for wanting to help him as well.”

“You don’t need to thank me Yenn, it was the right thing to do. I just hope he comes to soon.”

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A few moments later, the merman’s tail started thrashing and Renfri lost her hold on it, but the merman must have still been weak because he didn’t or couldn’t swim away and almost clung to Yennefer where her arms were still around him. His head then emerged from the water with a splash. He gasped and Yenenfer wasn’t sure if it was just from surprise or if he was gasping for breath. From her limited knowledge of merfolk, she knew that they needed water to breathe but could get oxygen through the air the way humans and other land creatures did.

“Oh goddess, is this the afterlife?” the merman asked. “It must be since I am being held by two goddesses themselves.” He answered his own question. Renfri snorted a laugh. The noise made the maerman turn his head to look at her.

“At least he’s conscious now.” Renfri said, mostly to Yennefer. Yennefer hummed in agreement, glad that their rescue attempt wasn’t for naught.

“So this isn’t the after life or a dream, huh?” the merman asked.

“Nope, you are thankfully very much alive.” Yennefer said.

“Thankfully? You don’t even know me, why would you be thankful I’m alive?”

“Because I care for the wellbeing of others?” Yennefer said, in a questioning tone. “Is that so foreign to you?”

“Well, no, not fully, but I had given up hope of being rescued before I fell unconscious.” He paused, “Would you lovely ladies like to get out of the water? I can imagine it might not be comfortable for you to stay in it for so long.”

“Can you swim on your own?”

“I believe so. Though I will admit it is lovely being wrapped in your arms. But I usually at least know the names of women before I embrace them. I am Jaskier by the way.”

“Yennefer, and my partner is Renfri.”

“It is wonderful to meet you both, I wish it could have been under better circumstances.”

“We do as well,” Renfri said with a smile.

Yennefer let go of Jaskier and was happy to see he was able to hold up his body weight in the water and his skin no longer looked parched and sun-dried.

Yennefer and Renfri trudged out of the water, their clothes clinging to their bodies. They both sprawled out on the rocks that had been their destination earlier and Jaskier followed them at a sedate pace, leaning his crossed forearms on the rock while keeping his body from the chest down submerged in the water.

“So what brought you lovely ladies down to the beach?”

“Our ship is in port and I figured this one,” Renfri pointed to Yennefer, “needed a chance to relax and the beach was the perfect place.”

“Oh no and I interrupted your relaxing beach day, I’m dreadfully sorry. But I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

“You mean no one else came along before us?”

“If you hadn’t noticed this is a fairly quiet stretch of beach. Not many humans frequent it, it’s one of the reasons that I swim near here so often. I do love watching humans, but they don’t really like the sight of me. Must be the sirens giving us a bad name still. But it’s not my fault that my kind also enjoys singing. I had hoped that my singing might attract someone more than yelling for help. Most humans around here tend to run in the opposite direction of someone in need of help. But then I was too parched to even sing anymore.”

“Lucky for you we aren’t like most humans,” Renfri said. “Yenn’s not even fully human and people are often weary of me being born under a bad omen and all.”

“We tend to have differing opinions than most who share our profession. We might be pirates, but we are also women, so I have always found merfolk to be good luck. Ask almost any male sailor and they’ll tell you that having a woman on a ship is a bad omen, let alone having her captain on,” Yennefer said with a bit of a smirk. She knew she was a better captain and a more skilled sailor than a majority of the men she ran into.

“So you’re pirates!? Oh that is so exciting. You must tell me stories of all your adventures.” Jaskier said excitedly, his tail flicking out of the water to further emphasize his excitement. A few drops of water splashed them when his tail entered the water again. “Oops, sorry,” he said a bit sheepishly.

Yennefer and Renfri shared a look. A look which Jaskier must have read the wrong way if what he said next was anything to go by.

“I mean—I’m sorry. I am interrupting your relaxing time together and the sun is going to be setting any minute now. I’ll just go and maybe I will see you lovely ladies again some day.” He flashed them a small smile, though it was wide enough to show his pointed eye teeth.

Jaskier made to swim away from the rock, but Yennefer crawled forward and reached out to grab his hand. “Stay. Please.” She laced her fingers with Jaskier’s slightly webbed ones.

Jaskier looked up at Yennefer with his blue eyes that mirrored the color of the sea and Renfri gently grabbed his other hand, “What Yenn said. We would like it if you stayed. I have a boatload of stories to tell you.”

“I would love that. So much.” Jaksier smiled, flicking his tail again and chirping a bit. His face flushed a bit, the fins, where a human’s ears would be, flattened to his head as if in embarrassment. He pulled his hands out of both of theirs, but otherwise only moved a short distance away. At least it seemed they convinced him not to dive into the ocean to never be seen by them again.

Yennefer moved down the rock a bit to sit with her feet dangling in the water and put her hands out for Jaskier, beckoning him towards her. He propelled himself forward with his tail and stopped when he was floating between her calves dangling in the water. He gently place his webbed hands onto her knees and smiled up at her.

She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. It felt terribly forward, but there was something about the merman that was luring her in. And she had enough knowledge of merfolk to know it wasn’t some sort of magic taking hold. She pulled away to see a smile on Jaskier’s handsome face.

Renfri moved closer and wrapped an arm around Yennefer. She addressed Jaskier, “Just letting you, you want one of us, you better be okay with getting both of us.” Jaskier’s smile grew even wider if that was even possible.

Yennefer sat on that rock until well after the sunset. They told Jaskier stories of their swashbuckling adventures, as well as some tales of the more mundane things they got up to. In turn Jaskier rather theatrically regaled them with stories of his own. It was well into the night that they finally made to leave.

“Promise you won’t set sail without saying goodbye.”

“We promise,” Renfri said with conviction. “But maybe us leaving doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

“Oh, meaning?”

“I’m not sure yet. But I have an idea. Just have to see if it’ll work. I’ll tell you about it either way before we are set to depart in a few days.”

“Alright.” Jaskier said. “I will see you soon then. Have a safe journey back to your lodgings.” He then leaned forward from where he had been lounging with his upper body out of the water and on the rock to lift Renfri’s hand and bestow a kiss upon it. If the light was better, Yennefer swore she would be able to see Renfri blushing.

Jaskier then repeated the action with Yennefer and she returned his affection by placing another kiss on his forehead.

They said their goodbyes and Renfri and Yennefer gathered up their belongings before picking their way across the beach by the light of the waxing moon.

Subtle splashes accompanied their journey. If Yenenfer turned towards the water, she could see the shine of scales in the moonlight: Jaskier following to make sure they made it across the beach. She huffed a laugh, “You silly merman.”

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It turned out that Renfri’s idea was to scour the town for the biggest bathtub that she could buy. Yennefer found the thought to be sweet, but didn’t say so since Renfri didn’t like too much attention drawn to the nice things she did for those she cared about.

Which is how Yennefer and Renfri ended up hauling a spacious copper tub, that Renfri bought from an innkeeper after haggling, back to the ship. Yennefer had two of her men help them get it up the gangplank and situated in Yennefer’s quarters.

Renfri smiled with accomplishment and Yennefer couldn’t help but show her just how much she loved her and how thoughtful she really was. They made love in the bed they shared with feeling even more at home with the smell of the salty sea air around them.

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Yennefer and Renfri went back to the beach everyday that they were still on land. Each time, Jaskier was excitedly waiting for them near the rock where they spent the first evening talking. Renfri didn’t mention the bathtub yet, wanting it to be a surprise. But Yennefer knew she was apprehensive, just as Yennefer was herself.

What if despite all of his proclamations that he wanted to follow them and go on adventures, Jaskier wanted to stay where he was in his little corner of the ocean? They would both be a bit devastated even if they would get over it in time and still be able to visit Jaskier when they came into port.

Of course they had nothing to worry about. On their last day in Kerack’s port, Yennefer and Renfri once again went down to the beach, they now knew the way to the rocks like they knew the layout of their ship.

Once they reached Jaskier, he immediately exclaimed, “Please take me with you. I don’t think I will survive not seeing you for months at a time. Please, we can figure something out. I will swim behind the ship if I have to. I want to go on adventures and I want to keep seeing you both. And I can compose songs about your, or well our, adventures. I will sing so many songs about pirates, just you wait.”

Yennefer chuckled. “Well that’s good to hear since we were going to ask if you wanted to join us on our newest voyage. You won’t even need to swim alongside the ship, that is unless you want to be in the ocean. Renfri found a spacious bathing tub for us to fill with sea water for you.”

“That is immensely kind of you. And I promise I can earn my keep if need be. I can catch you fresh fish whenever you want and I think I know my way around the ocean better than any land creature.”

“Don’t let our navigator hear you say that.” Renfri said.

“You know your way to the harbor so meet us there, we won’t leave until you are aboard.” Yennefer said as she knelt down to caress the side of Jaskier’s face.

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Two hours later they were untying the ropes tethering the ship to the dock, raising anchor, and steering the ship out of the harbor and into open waters.

Jaskier had insisted on his bathtub—because it was his now—being placed on the deck at least for the first stretch of the journey so that he could observe the way a ship was run. He wanted to witness it all and write down all of his initial reactions.

It was funny that one of his first requests was for paper and a writing utensil. Yennefer gave him one of her own bound journals that had yet to be written in along with a quill and a pot of ink. Apparently merfolk had their own written language. While Jaskier was able to speak Common as well as Elder, he only knew how to write in the language exclusive to his kind, although Renfri promised she would teach him how to write in Common.

Once the sun went down and it was time for the crew to retreat to their cabins or hammocks, Renfri and Yennefer dragged the bathtub plus Jaskier into the captain’s cabin they shared. Jaskier was excited to look around. He asked questions about everything and could already tell which items belonged to Yennefer and which belonged to Renfri.

Jaskier’s tub was positioned so it was near the bed, allowing Yennefer and Renfri to lounge on it while they all talked, enjoying each other’s presence. And Renfri made sure to move one of the smaller trunks near one side of the tub so that Jaskier would have a place to stash his notebook and writing supplies.

They spoke late into the night about everything and nothing as was becoming a habit for the three of them. Yennefer wasn’t sure when she finally succumbed to sleep, but she awoke to Jaskier quietly singing about pirates and mermen, with the sun shining off of the ocean waves.

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Five

Chapter Five: The Scavenger

Series Masterlist

Plot: As BB-8 and the Reader wander through the desert, the Reader comes to some revelations about her feelings towards Poe. Later in the day, they have an encounter with a scavenger who has more in common with the Reader than they think.

Warnings: A smidge of angst, one curse word I think, probably some missed typos.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: It’s been a while, thanks for being patient with me. I’ve had a really shitty two weeks between family stuff, my anxiety/depression, and everything that’s gone down in the world. But here’s chapter five in all it’s glory, I’ve been super critical of my work lately but I was determined to crank this one out. I’m pretty sure every writer thinks their work is shitty at one point or another 😂 Anyway, enjoy!!

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Between growing up on the Falcon and my work with the Resistance, I’d visited dozens of planets. Hot, cold, forest, jungle, I’d seen a lot.

Jakku was officially my least favorite.

BB-8 and I had been walking for hours in the endless desert, not a soul or structure in sight. I had no water and no food on me, and the sun was beating down unforgivably harsh on us. I’d taken off my jacket almost as soon as we began our trek and used it to shield myself from the sun. BB-8, though he wasn’t as miserable as I was, was still uncomfortable,

How long has it been?

“I don’t know, Bee, I don’t have my communicator on me. But judging by the sun’s position and how damn hot it is, I’d say it’s the afternoon.”

He let out a low beep at my words, hoping we were further along in the day than we actually were. The only reason I didn’t feel the same was once nightfall hit, we were screwed. Without any shelter, we could be eaten alive, or in BB-8’s case dismantled, by whatever creatures roamed at night. We needed to find an outpost before dusk, or else we might as well be dead.

“Damn it Poe. Where are you?” I mumbled.

BB-8 turned his head to look up at me,

I miss him.

I tried to chuckle so I wouldn’t start crying again, “Me too, buddy. Me too...”

I’d left him behind. Poe. My best friend. I’d left him by himself with the First Order and my brother. Yes, he’d ordered me and with him being in charge of the mission I had to follow orders. But how many orders had he disobeyed on missions? How many rules did he break on a daily basis? I should have just shoved the drive in BB-8’s compartment and stayed with Poe. Abandoning him hurt worse than any torture the First Order could inflict upon me.

“I should have stayed with him,” I whispered.

He wanted to keep you safe.

“I want to keep him safe just as much and I left him, Bee!” I exclaimed as I stopped walking, “I left him with my brother’s ship landing and dozens of troopers firing guns! Poe means everything to me and knowing that he’s in danger right now is killing me!”

Because you love him.

“Yes, because I-wait, what?”

You love him. And he loves you.

“Where did you get that from?” I asked after a few seconds of stammering.

Because I’ve seen the two of you together. It’s obvious.

I dropped my jacket from my head and gripped it loosely in my hand, trying to process what BB-8 was saying so casually,

“Ok, let’s back up a little...Just because Poe and I are close does not mean in any way that we’re in love with each other. He’s my best friend, of course I love him but that doesn’t mean that I’m IN love with him.” I explained, “I-I mean, yes, lately I’ve been...thinking about him sort of differently and wondering about...things.”

What made you start thinking about Poe differently?  I threw my arms out to their sides, “I don’t know, a lot of things! I just started noticing things like how amazing his smile is. Or how his eyes light up when he gets an bad idea that usually ends up being a ton of fun. Or how how when he starts laughing, I can’t help but start laughing too.”

I’d slowed down, memories with Poe playing through my mind, “Or how no matter how reckless he is, I still trust him with every fiber of my being. How he knows all about my family and yet he’s never once judged me or held it against me. How he can’t go two minutes without making a suggestive comment towards me but he’s still the most respectful man I’ve ever met.”

I felt almost breathless, the pieces falling into place faster than I was prepared for, “How we’re in the middle of a war and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed for any of us...And the only place I feel safe is when I’m in his arms.”

Flying his X-Wing with him, the trust he had placed in me to do it. Laughing with him without a care in the world as we flew through the forest of D’Qar. Falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat as he held me tightly. The heated moment we’d shared before we’d left, how badly I’d wanted to kiss him. The goodbye we’d shared hours ago, his forehead pressed against mine as I wept.

Oh shit.

“I’m in love with Poe.”

How could I not have realized it sooner? The further back I went into our timeline, I began to see that I’d fallen for him a long time ago without realizing it. The past week had been the catalyst, but it had certainly not been the beginning of my love for him. Poe was everything I’d ever needed and everything I’d ever wanted.

It’s about time you realized it.

I fell on my ass into the sand, my hands flying to my head as I processed the discovery. Remembering what BB-8 had said, my head shot up,

“Hold on, what did you mean when you said that he loved me? Has he told you?”  BB-8 rolled closer to me,

It’s like I said, it’s obvious. Plus, he tells me things.

My brow furrowed, “What things?”  How pretty you are, how much fun the two of you have together, how smart you are, things like that.

I chuckled, the thought of Poe singing my praises to his droid was adorable.

But don’t tell him I told you that!

“I won’t, I won’t, I promise,” I said, “But I’m happy you did.”

So does that mean you’ll talk to him when we get back to base?

As much as the thought of wrapping Poe in my arms and pouring my heart out to him, hoping he said the same sentiments made my heart speed up...

War waited for no one.

“First,” I said, “We get the drive back to base, then we deal with my love life.”  —————-

The sun was setting on Jakku and we were no closer to finding shelter than we had been in the morning. We hadn’t even seen another living thing for the entirety of the day. At this point, I wasn’t sure what the best course of action was.

I’m scared.

“We’ll be okay, Bee. I’m sure there’s something coming up soon.”

How do you know that?  “I don’t, it’s called blind hope. You should try it sometime.”  If droids had eyes to roll, BB-8 definitely would have then. I had no definitive place for us to rest our heads for the night, but something told me we were getting close to salvation. And maybe some water too because my throat was cracking each time I spoke. It was a wonder I hadn’t passed out yet.

Then finally, we heard the first noise we’d heard all day. In the near distance, there was a low cry of a creature definitely headed in our direction.

BB-8 beeped happily as I grinned and we sped towards the noise. We finally found it, only a couple hundred yards away from us.

“Okay, let me handle this,” I instructed, “We don’t know what the crowd is like here.”

BB-8 fell behind me as I casually approached the beast and the creature that rode him.   “Excuse me, could you help us?” I called out, he finally acknowledged that we were in front of him. He didn’t say anything but I could tell he was sizing us up, though his mask concealed his face. A woman and a droid wandering through the desert was probably an odd sight, he’d have questions.

He spoke in a dialect that I didn’t understand, but he nodded his head towards BB-8.

“Bee, do you have a translator?” I asked, the droid peeking out from behind my legs.

He asked how much for me.

BB-8’s tone was definitely frightened, and I quickly shook my head towards the creature.

“No,” I said, moving my arms to signal what my words meant as well. The creature was only a few feet away from us now and carried the same intimidating posture. He didn’t seem to be backing down. There was a slight possibility we were in trouble.

“Bee, get out of here. I’ll catch up,” I said calmly, before reaching my hand towards my holster slowly. As if they’d known what I’d said, the creature quickly pulled out a blaster and fired a shot at me. I drew mine but was too late, the shot hit me and send electric shocks through my whole body. I fell to the sand and groaned as the charges flooded every nerve and muscle, paralyzing me from any movement other than convulsions. My ears were ringing but I could distantly hear BB-8’s squeals of alarms, trying to force myself to move to no avail.

Then I heard a new voice, strong and powerful, speaking the same language the little piece of bantha fodder spoke. BB-8’s squeals had calmed and I heard the bellow of whatever the creep that shot me had been riding. The shocks were beginning to lessen and I was able to even my breathing out. I groaned as I pushed myself up, letting my vision adjust to see a woman cutting a net off of BB-8 and freeing him. I stood to my full height and walked over, trying to control myself as the creature rode past me away from us,

“Bee, you okay?”  He beeped an ‘okay’ and we both turned to the woman who had saved us both.

“Thank you for helping him, I was a bit-“  ”Incapacitated?” She interrupted, causing me to chuckle.

“Just a bit,” I replied, “Did you know that idiot?”

“Teedo, he wanted your droid for spare parts. He has no respect for anyone,” she responded, practically fuming as she said his name.

“Ugly name for an ugly guy,” I said, watching him ride off to make sure he wasn’t coming back for round two.

The woman turned to BB-8 and begsn fixing his antenna that had bent under the netting. She looked only a few years younger than me, brown hair tied in simple buns to keep herself cool in the Jakku heat. She carried a quarterstaff with her making me wonder if she was trained in using it. I didn’t get good feelings about people often, but something about her made me feel at ease.

“Where do you two come from?” She asked, still kneeling by BB-8.

“That’s classified, I’m afraid,” I stated, I may have had an good feeling about her but I wasn’t stupid. BB-8 repeated my words as well.

“Classified? Me too, big secret...” she replied sarcastically before standing up and pointing towards the horizon, “Neema Outpost is that way, stay off Kelvin Ridge. Keep away from the Sinking Fields in the north, your droid will drown in the sand.”

We were close to town! The sooner we got a ship out of here, the sooner we could get to base.

“Great, thank you again for saving us. C’mon, Bee,” I said, nodding my head towards the woman and heading off in the direction she’d pointed. But instead of hearing the cheerful beeps, there was silence behind me. I turned to see BB-8 following the woman,

“Bee?” I called out, him turning to me and me throwing my arms out in confusion. He looked up at the woman and beeped something I couldn’t hear properly.

“No!” She replied loudly, heading off in the opposite direction of us.

“Bee, come on, I’m exhausted.” I said, growing impatient. No luck, he continued talking to the woman. The only words I could make out were ‘we’ ‘stay’ and ‘scared, but his tone was like that of a small child’s. The woman stood there, debating something for a few seconds before turning to me and calling out,

“You can stay with me for the evening, but the two of you go in the morning.”

I shot Bee a look of confusion before looking back to her,

“Really we couldn’t impose on you like that.”

“No, it’s fine. There’s no inn at the outpost anyway.”  “Well,” I began hesitantly, “Thank you.”

She smiled just a little, “You’re welcome. Though I should probably know your name.”

I chuckled and held out my hand, “I’m y/n, this is BB-8.”

Bee beeped and the woman smiled warmly at him before looking back at me and shaking my hand, “I’m Rey.”

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“You live in this thing?” I asked, my voice a few octaves higher in shock.

“It wasn’t that hard to convert surprisingly, just a lot of wiring and panels to rip out.” Rey answered, already halfway inside the collapsed AT-AT Walker. I’d only ever seen pictures and heard stories about them, this one must have been leftover from the Battle of Jakku.

“This is crazy,” I remarked as I followed her in and helped BB-8 over the hump where sand met metal. It was surprisingly roomy inside, we’d definitely have enough personal space once it came time to sleep.

“I’m sorry to say I don’t have any extra food, but I have an extra canteen of water.” Rey said, handing me the bottle. I chugged the entire thing down in maybe thirty seconds, finally quenching the extreme thirst from wandering the desert all day.

“Thank you,” I panted afterwards, handing her back the empty canteen.

She nodded and sat down across from me, setting her quarterstaff down nearby, “So if I’m goinng to let you stay with me, I’m going to need to know a little bit about you two.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, “That’s fair...But I’m not sure how much I can tell you, no offense.”

“If you’re wondering if I’m First Order, feel free to interrogate me,” Rey said almost impatiently, “This planet may be aligned with them but that doesn’t mean all it’s inhabitants are too.”

I held up my hands defensively, “Hey, you can never be too careful.”

Rey studied my expression, trying to decide what to make of me, I could tell she probably didn’t meet many new people.

“So...” she began, glancing between me and BB-8, “What are you?”  I leaned forward slowly, my movements sluggish from the day I’d had. I didn’t know why, but for some reason I was about to trust this girl with my story,

“We’re with the Resistance. BB-8 and I were on a mission and First Order showed up. My partner, he...”

My voice faltered at the memory of Poe telling me to run,

“He ordered me and BB-8 to run before the troops could catch us. We’d been wandering through the desert all day when you found us.”

Rey’s lips parted, “You’re with the Resistance?” Her voice was no louder than a whisper. I nodded with a small smile.

“I’ve never met a Resistance fighter before,” she said in slight awe, looking at me and BB-8 as if we were mythical creatures.

“Well, we don’t always look so sweaty, dehydrated and starved.” I quipped causing Rey to laugh and BB-8 to whirl.

“Can’t you get in touch with your base to come find you?”

“We weren’t allowed to bring communicators. It was too dangerous of a mission and the First Order could have listened in.” I answered.

“I’m sorry about your partner,” Rey said after a moment, her tone turning serious.

I looked down at my hands and started tracing my palm lines, “He’ll be okay, he always gets himself into trouble and he always ends up being okay. He promised to come back for me and Bee.”

I looked up to see Rey looking over to the wall I was leaned up against, her expression a bit dazed. I turned around to see what she was staring at, there were thousands of tiny scratch marks etched into the wall. As if she was counting the days...

I turned back to her, “You’re waiting for someone too, aren’t you?”

She nodded, “My family, they’ll be back. One day...”

I could feel the sadness that surrounded her, the confusion she felt at their absence and the longing to be reunited with them. Rey‘s emotions radiated off of her almost as loud as mine did.

“How long have you been here?’ I asked cautiously, hoping I wasn’t crossing some line.

“Since I was a child, my parents left me here...I watched their ship fly away and haven’t seen them since. I’ve no idea why they did it but...I know I’ll see them again one day.”

Rey’s expression was something between hopefulness and extreme pain. I pitied her and somehow, a part of me understood her. While I did have a family, broken as it was, I was not Han and Leia’s daughter by birth. I could hardly remember my biological parents, only a brief image or two.

“You know, my parents died when I was very young,” I began softly, Rey’s eyes flew to meet mine, “I was only four, I was stranded on Naboo and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. That’s when someone found me and I was adopted soon after. I know it’s not exactly like your story but...I understand a little bit of what it’s like.”

I hadn’t even realized that tears had formed in my eyes till one fell down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, Rey gave me a sympathetic smile.

“You know,” I continued, “I don’t even know their names? Or my own surname? I have no way of even knowing who they were...”

“Neither do I...” Rey whispered, her voice heavy.

I drew a deep breath, trying to repress the flood of emotions I’d kept locked up for over a decade. I thought of my parents every now and then but I tried not to do it often or else I’d get stuck. Stuck in wondering who they’d been, why they’d died, and what their identities meant to me. But meeting Rey all of a sudden was bringing up all the thoughts I tried to repress. Yet at the same time it warmed me to know I wasn’t alone.

“It’s nice to talk to someone who understands.” Rey said with a small smile.

“It is, yeah...” I replied, chuckling slightly.

“Well,” Rey said, dusting her hands off on her pants, “You’ve had a long day, you should get some rest.”  I grabbed my jacket and bunched it up into a makeshift pillow, avoiding putting my head near the hidden lightsaber. BB-8 rolled over to me as Rey got up to go close the hatch for the night.

I like her.  “Me too.” I whispered. I gave him a pat before he rolled next to my feet and switched off for the night.

Rey walked back over to her own makeshift bed and laid down on it, looking over to me,

“Tomorrow I can take you to the outpost and help you get transport back to wherever you’re going.”

I gave her a warm smile, “We’d appreciate that. Thank you, Rey.”

In the silence, I let my mind drift to the people closest to me, wondering what they were doing at that moment. My mother, probably worried sick about why we weren’t back yet. My father, unaware to the fact that his daughter was stranded on an Outer Rim planet after risking her life for the Resistance. Poe, either wandering the same desert I had or being beaten bloody by Stormtroopers. My heart ached at the thought that while I was safe, Poe was the furthest thing from it. Whatever the case, I knew he was going to keep his word and come back to me. Though I’d rather him return dehydrated and not with stitches and fresh scars. Just the thought of him injured broke a piece of my heart clean off.

“Y/n?” Rey asked quietly, afraid I was already asleep.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not going to kill me in my sleep, are you?”

“It’s about as likely as BB-8 turning into a Wookie.”

We both started laughing and within a few minutes, the AT-AT had fallen silent and we were both fast asleep.

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A/N: I’m so excited to develop Rey and the Reader’s relationship, they definitely share a lot in common. And leave it to BB-8 to try and get Poe and the Reader together since they won’t admit anything. Never underestimate a droid 😉 And who are the Reader’s parents? Are we eventually going to find out? Who knows? 🤷🏼‍♀️ Hope you enjoyed, let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

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yconic · 4 years

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Can you do “We went to school together but haven’t seen each other in a long time and wow have you gotten tall.” With stony pls?

Sure!! Sorry this took so long lol, things were hectic. Hope this is what you looked for :>

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"Tall. Beard. Tall. Handsome. Tall. Cute. "

"Tony, " Rhodey had that barely restrain amusement clinging to his tone, the familiar note he had whenever Tony was being his trademark ridiculous self and he was getting a great kick out of it, but Tony was too preoccupied with oogling Steve to care. "Either kiss the poor guy or let him go."

Naturally, Tony's supposedly genius mind chooses to glitch at the moment he intended to dish a smartass quip or witty one liner, all he give is a small, high pitched "Huh? "

Rhodey holds back a laugh, but the way he bites the inside of his cheek gives him away. "You've been holding Steve's face for like 10 minutes now."

Huh. It's true, Tony realizes, as if he can only now see the pair of warm blue eyes looking down at him, shadowed with a fondness that makes his heart stop for a good second. His hands are cupping Steve's grinning face, and tries not to blush at how Steve nuzzled into his palm, not at all inadequated by the predicament he's in. "I'm good here, actually."

"This is hard to watch, " the scary shadow with the name of Bucky comments from Steve's side, eyeing Sam's back frame from his spot at the bar (Because Tony went through enough bullshit in high school, the least this reunion could amend for him is to be held in a bar)

Tony doesn't think anyone has the right to judge or blame him. This is Steve, the same little spitfire with heroic streak miles wide from the North pole that could barely touch shoulders with him in their youth. With Tony, who, although sulkily, knows was the shortest in his class.

Who, now, was smiling brightly down at him with a small but prominent blush dusting his fair features. Tony pouted, not missing the way Steve tracked the movement. "God. Did they give you Popeye's canned spinach in the army, or something? Who let you be this tall?"

Steve's eyebrow quirks upwards, in synch with his lips. "Well, who let you be this pretty?"

Twin groans of disgust leave Rhodey and Bucky at once, both of course painfully unimpressed by their spectacle. Tony will deny it for the rest of his life even with the photographic evidence Rhodey most likely took, that he did not, in fact, flushed in pleasure at that compliment.

"Wow, " he mutters, clearing his throat so the break in his words is less noticeable, asaa last-minute attempt to dignify himself. "Well, it's a good thing the boldness remained intact. I always did say it'll get you in trouble, but it was also my favorite thing about you, so I can't really complain."

But Steve always had a more timid side to him, one that Tony loved as well, something very gracious and modest only men with old souls have, and he could still spot it now by how Steve ducked his head then as it did years ago. His younger self shined through his actions and it was more than endearing.

"Well, didn't do me much good back then after all, when I... There's really no nice way of phrasing this, when I left you on Prom, " Steve winced, eyes soft and apologetic. "Still sorry about that, by the way. "

"It was a dick move, " Bucky nodded. "Natasha beat his ass for it, if it's any consolation."

Tony sighed in the inside, anticipating this moment. He would've been more affected, probably, if that hadn't been the precise motivation that lead to him attending the event. He never had the chance to question Steve's change of heart as he enlisted as soon as he could, without as much as a peek back and no word of goodbye for Tony.

It had hurt terribly, back then, when he was young and deadset on letting the anger stew in him, but as the years stacked on top of each other he learned to move on, and the little grudge he held for his high school sweetheart turned into a curiosity, declining from a stab of pain to a subdued aching.

His feelings for Steve remained as strong as they were since the blonde asked him on their first date, which, he realized was more than pitiful, still harboring emotions for something as little as High School romance, for someone who most likely moved on.

But he needed to know, even when knowing it wouldn't do much to squash the crush that gradually blossomed into something... More. On his part, at least.

Tony forced a smile on his lips and shrugged, taking his hands back so he could play with the warm amber of his whiskey glass, promptly ignoring the saddened shade taking home in Steve's look. "No hard feelings, Captain Crunch. If I wasn't trapped in this objectively hot body, I'd ditch myself too."

The air felt heavier somehow, an imaginary weight falling over them, even with the faux chipper in Tony's joke. Rhodey must have taken notice because he grabbed Bucky's arm, excusing them to the bathroom. Not before he looked directly at Steve and did a slit motion across his throat using his thumb, making Tony snort.

Quietly, Steve took the smaller man's hands into his own, lacing their fingers together. Tony gasped slightly at the tender gesture, but didn't pull back or encouraged Steve to let him go. Steve took that as permission to go on.

"First of all, " Steve's voice took that firm edge it possessed back then, even with his weak lungs that gasped for breath after every P.E. class he was determined to attend because he refused to be left out. " don't talk about yourself that way. You know how much I hate it. Second of all, if I could punch my old self for making you think I wanted to ditch you, I would."

"He'd probably die because he would not hesitate to fight you, " a small smile graced Tony's lips, feeling more real than he felt comfortable with. "Can I just... Ask why? I mean, you don't owe me an explanation or anything, we were kids, it's not that big of a deal, but I mean... If I did something, I'd like to at least know.''

Steve sighed, his own smile sad and barely there. "Would you believe me if said I didn't show up because I couldn't fit into my Pa's suit?"

Tony giggled. '' You're still shit at lying. Steve, " his own tone softened slightly, squeezing Steve's large hands, rough skinned with callouses, but still comforting. "Just tell me."

"... I didn't wanna embarrass ya, " the confession left Tony flabbergasted. Blinking slowly, as if he just mishear something. His words failed him, but nodded, processing, giving Steve the Que. "Tony, you just... Ya were a big shot, you know? You were handsome, rich, smart, popular, everything everyone wanted to be.

Everyone had their eyes on you, your father, the school, the media. It was bad enough you were dating a guy, but being taken to prom by one who looked like me back then? It would've, it just, - it would've been humiliating. I couldn't do that to you. Not only was I a riff raff, I was too skinny, I was ugly, I was, -"

"You stop that right the hell now, Steven, " Tony growled, sharply, so sharp it made Steve shut his mouth with an audible click. "There wasn't and isn't even one ugly thing about you, do you understand me? Riff raff- Steve you had a job since you were 15! You helped paying bills even if you shouldn't have, because you wanted to help your parents. What's embarrassing about that? Do you really think I give a fuck about how much money you made?"

"Tony, - I've seen the people you dated after we graduated , " Steve sounded wounded as he said it. Tony wanted to kiss all his pain away as his life depended on it. "I could've never compete with that, - Hell, for some, I still couldn't compete. I was less than dust put next to them. "

"I didn't care!" He might have been a bit loud, because some heads were turned, yet quickly retreated after the death glare they received from the angry brunette.

"Steve. I liked you because you gave your food to the homeless in every lunch period, because you volunteered at canteens with your mom and because you kept on drawing me every day for 4 years. Because you were outspoken, and funny, and kind, and cared so much about other people. Because you treated me so damn well. These people that you mentioned, they didn't treat me half as good as you did. I didn't give a shit what the world had to say about it. Between the world and you, I pick you. I'll always pick you."

Steve listened. Steve nodded. And Steve cried. One trembling hand wiped at wet eyes, and Tony resisted the urge to take his hand back and press comforting pecks on it.

Inhaling and exhaling, Steve got a grip on himself, wet laugh puffing out. It made Tony's chest hurt. "God, I was such a fucking idiot, huh? I, - I knew you wouldn't care, I knew, but I still went ahead and - God, I'm so sorry sweetheart. " Laughter deeming, a pinched but guilty expression taking its place. " I... I at least hope Hammer treated you half right. It's more than I ever did, -"

"Wait wait wait. Wait. Back it up a bit, - Hammer? As in, Justin Hammer? Why would he have anything to do with this?" At Steve's blank expression, the wheels in Tony's head sped up, allowing him to connect the dots. "Steve... You know I never went to prom, right?"

Steve paused. "What?"

"I never went to prom. And even if I did, Hammer would be the last reject I'd pick from the toolbox. He tried, sure, but I told him the same thing I said to Howard. 'I'm going to Steve, or I'm not going at all. ' "

"But, - But, Hanmer told everyone that he took you to prom, that, - " Steve stopped mid-sentence, face wooden as if he only now got a very simple epiphany. He facepalmed. Hard. Tony was concerned he'd get brain damage. "I'll let Natasha shoot me. It should be illegal to be this dumb."

"Not dumb. Just taking your own pace, " Tony chuckled. "So... All this time, you didn't contact me because you thought I was with Hammer? " His nose wrinkled in disgust just thinking about it, an expression Steve mirrored.

"No. I was just? Too chickenshit to face you, after everything. Honestly, I thought you hated my guts, which, who could blame you, but... I couldn't have handled that. So I stayed away." A self-deprecating snort accompanied a shake of head. "Guess all these extra inches are wasted, huh?"

Tony thinks about Steve, with his frail fists drenched in blood from split knuckles, fighting back against bullies who thought they could walk all over him or others, with his loud voice battling ignorant, hateful ideas, against big foes and bigger, and he says: "You were tall back then, too."

Steve stares and says nothing for a prolonged moment, content to look at Tony as if he's falling in love all over again. It makes Tony hopeful, fills him with something warm he didn't think he'd want to indulge again.

He's building up nerve, Tony can see that much, and right when he thinks he'd lose it, that they'd part again, Steve pulled him against his chest and pressed light kisses on top of Tony's head. It felt like pieces of love. "We're going to go on a date, " Steve murmured, voice hoarse. " and I'm going to give you the night I should've given you years ago. I'll give you the fairy tale, baby."

Tony smiles in the chest, nose taking in the scent he missed so much, listens to the heartbeat whose pattern he could still remember, still knows as well as his mind. " You get the story. Leave the happy ending to me."

The kiss they shared was shy, and timid, and felt too young, but it was just right for them.

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[Here’s some context for people who didn’t see my previous posts, this is what I originally had planned for Midoriya’s USJ excuse, in this version he’s already much better friends with Kirishima and is already acquainted with Uraraka and Iida, his wounds weren’t as serious and the scar on his neck doesn’t exist, most of the build up is the same, just sped up as he doesn’t spend nearly as much time at home, he’s also already been to the hospital with the same excuse he uses in this scene 💞]

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“Midoriya? What are you doing over here?” The voice belongs to Uraraka. He turns to see her pushing through 1-A’s door, walking towards him.

“Ah, just following the crowd, they’d seemed pretty enthusiastic about something.” The boy scratches at the back of his head, a shy smile on his lips. The action sends a flare of pain through his ribs and Izuku’s expression quickly melts and he drops the arm. “But, nevermind that. I heard on the news what happened, is everyone okay?”

“Mhmm. All the kids got out pretty quickly without having to fight. But, Aizawa sensei and Thirteen got injured pretty badly.”

His next words catch in his throat at the mention of Aizawa.

“Midoriya?”

“Are they okay?”

She eyes him worriedly. “Yeah. Thirteen’s injuries weren’t as bad as Aizawa sensei’s and he showed up at school today so… Midoriya?” she asks. “Are you okay? You seem pretty out of it.” She leans in, studying the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Ah Ha Ha!” he cries, stepping back, “I was just thinking that Recovery Girl’s quirk really is amazing!” He rushes to cover the unidentifiable surge of emotions that he’s feeling at the knowledge that Aizawa is here.

Kirishima comes up beside the girl as the crowd disperses and they continue down the hall together.

At some point Uraraka breaks away to catch up with Iida and Yaoyorozu to ask about some homework, leaving Kirishima and him alone to discuss Present Mic’s English lessons. It’s an easy topic, one that takes their minds off of the events of the days before.

The breath in his lungs catches when someone bumps shoulders with Izuku, pain flaring through his ribs. He takes in a choked gasp and tries to keep himself from bringing his hand up to cradle his side.

Kirishima catches the pained expression that passes across his face. “You alright dude?”

“Fine,” he gasps out, fists clenching as he tries to breath through the pain. “I’m fine.” He’s not fine, his side feels like it’s on fire, but the last thing he needs to do is make anyone at UA suspect what he gets up to most nights. “Just some bruised ribs from the dojo.” This time he does bring his hand up to his side, cradling the area.

Eijirou’s brows furrow. “Have you been to see recovery girl about it? I’m sure she could help.”

“I’m not a hero course student.”

The boy lets out a breathy laugh, “And Recovery Girl isn’t a hero course nurse. Now come on.” Kirishima grabs him by the wrist, dragging him through the crowd. Midoriya blinks, taken off guard as Eijirou cuts a path through the other students, careful not to let any of them bump into him.

It isn’t until the redhead is sliding the door to the nurse’s office open that he remembers his injuries are a bit more extensive than “just some bruised ribs from the dojo”.

“Recovery Girl, I brought someone to see you.”

From over his friend’s shoulder, Izuku is able to see the small figure of UA’s nurse.

“Oh? Well, bring them in. What’s the matter?” The woman scowls. “Your class didn’t have another training session with All Might today, did you?”

Midoriya can see Kiri’s cheeks flush and he brings up his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “No, ma’am. This is Midoriya Izuku, he’s in the Gen Ed department. He says it’s just some bruised ribs, but someone bumped into him earlier and it looked like he was in a lot of pain.” Eijirou turns back to him, shuffling over to make room to drag him inside. “Let her get you patched up, I don’t like seeing you hurt. It’s… weird.”

He catches Recovery Girl’s gaze before quickly averting his eyes.

“Please take care of him.” Kirishima squeezes his hand before he finally drops it and his head dips in Recovery Girl’s direction. “Anyway, I’ve got to get to class before Aizawa Sensei.”

Midoriya’s head turns to follow him out.

The boy turns back to look at the nurse. Recovery Girl, Chiyo Shuzenji, his brain supplies, the sole reason UA’s hero course is able to function as dangerously as it does.

She hobbles over to one of the beds and pats the mattress. “Well, come sit down then and I’ll take a look at you.”

He still hasn’t said anything, still thinking over what he could say. If he blames such a serious injury on his training at the dojo, Chee Sensei would suffer for it. But, if he gave the excuse he’d given Ji-Woo, then there’s no guarantee that she’d even believe him. But, he can’t think up any other excuse in the time it takes him to cross the room towards the bed. Either way it’s best to be consistent.

“So tell me what’s wrong dear.”

Izuku takes a seat on the offered bed. “I’ve already gone to the hospital for it so there’s really no reason to worry.”

The woman huffs, tapping her cane on the tile. “I’ll decide that for myself young man, now out with it.”

Midoriya raises his arm to scratch at the back of his head, but thinks better of it at the flash of pain through his side. “I... got too close to a hero fight the other day and I got hit by one of the villains.” His mind flashes him back to the USJ, to the monster that appears at his side without mercy. “I got flung a good distance. Broke a few ribs.”

A scowl appears on the woman’s face, adding more wrinkles to her brow. “And the hospital?”

“One of the nurses used a quirk on me that’s supposed to accelerate healing. Though I haven't really seen much of a change.”

Her scowl deepens, “Let me see it then, lift your shirt up.”

It’s a struggle to tug his shirt up, his side screaming at him every time the bruise stretches in the slightest. He can’t reach around and pull up the hem of his shirt without his ribs shifting and his breath leaves him with a wheeze of pain.

Chiyo eyes the boy at the noise. And, upon seeing the twisted grimace that’s on his face, goes over to help.

Midoriya can tell the moment she sees it, her brows riding low over her eyes and her mouth pulling into a thin line. “How on Earth did you say you managed this?” His side is mottled in varying shades of dark cobalt and midnight purple. The nurse from the hospital had somewhat accelerated the healing process with her quirk, but it had only managed to tint the edges of the bruise a leaf green.

Izuku opens his mouth to respond, but his words are replaced with a hiss of pain when Recovery Girl gently prods the area. “I have a bad habit of following hero fights…” he gasps out instead of answering.

“It looks like you got a little more than ‘flung’.”

He knows this, but what can he say? That he, a quirkless fifteen-year-old, was playing at vigilantism and as a consequence got pummeled by a monster that even All Might had trouble defeating? He huffs out a quiet laugh.

“When my dojo instructor found out about it she took me to the hospital to get it checked out. The doctor said I had three broken ribs and three that were cracked. They gave me pain meds, but I forgot to take them this morning.”

That’s a lie, Izuku tells himself, I’ve already taken them all.

“Your friend said you only had some bruised ribs.”

A small smile tugs at his mouth. “I didn’t want to worry him. He’s got enough to worry about with everything that happened to 1-A.” He looks back down at Recovery Girl and startles when he catches the look on her face. That’s worse than Chee Sensei’s.

“You’ll feel tired after this, you can sleep in here until school’s out. I’ll let your teachers know.” She plants a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

It’s a weird feeling being healed like this. He hadn’t really felt anything when the hospital’s nurse had used her quirk on him, but now he can feel what’s happening. His side starts tingling violently, almost uncomfortably, but it’s over within seconds and he feels like the life has been sucked out of him. Midoriya droops forward a bit, drained and somehow more exhausted than before. It’s a new type of exhaustion, different from the late night vigilante work that leaves dark circles strung beneath his eyes.

“Lay down and take a nap, I’ll wake you up before school’s over.”

He does.

He’s still exhausted when Recovery Girl nudges him awake, but there’s a distinct lack of pain that snaps him into wakefulness. He pushes himself up with his elbows, staring down at his side in mild disbelief when there’s no fiery pain lacing through his ribs.

“There’s still some bruising so I’m sure you’ll be sore,” Recovery Girl says, startling him. He looks towards her, mind running through the marvels of such a quirk. “You seemed tired as it was so I didn’t want to push you too much. When you get home make sure you get some more rest.” Though the words sound as if they’re merely a suggestion it’s accompanied by a fierce glower from the woman that marks the ‘suggestion’ as a command.

Midoriya gives her a small nod as he pulls himself out of the bed, testing out his newfound range of movement. There’s a grin that slips across his face when he slowly extends his arm in an imitation of a punch and receives only a slight signal of discomfort from his ribs.

She hands him a handful of gummies that he quickly slips into his mouth. “If the pain gets too bad then over the counter pain medicine should work fine. Though the best brand would be staying away from such situations again young man, you could have easily been killed had your ribs punctured a lung or severed a major artery.”

“Yeah.” The grin melts away. “I kind of got in over my head with that one….” There’s a disquiet that Chio watches fall over the boy, a dolor expression carving furrows into his brow. He turns and bows. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“If you really want to thank me then do so by staying out of trouble.”

“Of course.” There’s a moment of silence as Izuku pulls his shoes back on and stands up. “I’ll be going then.” He doesn’t look back at the woman like she’d expected.

It seems I’ve touched a nerve.

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