#cuz I assume everyone reads what I say in authors notes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

taeyongdoyoung · 3 years

Photo

summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

word count: 9.4k

Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser.

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different.

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.”

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.”

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared.

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth.

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub.

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

“The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End

#ateez #seonghwa #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #ateez fic #seonghwa fic #park seonghwa #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #seonghwa angst #writing

323 notes · View notes

kidney9-9 · 3 years

Text

November Bet

@hollandlover19 asked:

Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤

Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.

Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.

Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending] Warnings: boner, pain and swearing Word Count: 1.6k

Peter regretted the bet so much now.

It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.

Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.

But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.

He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.

Yes, the boner was showing very much.

It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.

The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.

“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.

“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.

He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.

“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met. You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.

“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.

Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.

You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.

You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.

When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.

Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.

He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.

The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.

He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.

“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?

The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.

He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.

“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.

Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.

“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.

You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.

Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.

He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.

He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.

He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.

When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9

284 notes · View notes

smolbeandrabbles · 3 years

Text

Penguin, James Penguin - Killian x Reader (Spies in Disguise)

Alternate Title: ‘I Wish I Was James Bond’

Holiday Fic 5! 🐧🐧

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

@xxstar-bluesxx - From one Killian Stan, to another 😉

Author’s Note: It is EXACTLY a year since I saw this movie for the first time.

I had way too much fun writing these two again, safe to say I missed them a lot 🥰🥰

Not joking, this plot has been in my notes since January - and I was like “Well I missed my chance completely with the song and everything!” It’s too good not to pass up!!

Reader character from my SiD series/prequel? You betcha! 😉 But this time we’re writing for them post-movie!

Also playing into the rehabilitation program / Agent!McFord storyline here. So I hope, Killian Stans, that he’s been worth the wait to come back to you. And that I’m ticking a bunch of boxes.

Note: Whilst the song itself certainly has a Christmas theme, the fic does not. At all.

Penguin, James Penguin - Brad Paisley

I Wish I Was James Bond - Scouting For Girls

Disclaimer: SiD & all associated characters not mine / basically taking the same idea as everyone else and slightly subverting expectations, because it wouldn’t be my fic if I didn’t / you don’t necessarily have to read ‘Mine’ to ‘Fresh Start Fever’ to understand this but it might help / lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: In an attempt to figure out how Walters Bio-molecular tech works, Killian ends up getting it wrong with disastrous (hilarious) results...

Words: 6793

Warnings: Christmas themed lyrics/No Christmas themed fic / if you squint there’s some slight sexual banter at the end there /

______

I've got another story That I bet you haven't heard Did you know that Santa Has a secret agent bird From an undisclosed location He's watching me and you He's got satellite uplinks in his cufflinks Yeah he sees everything you do He's Penguin, James Penguin That dapper little guy Like a well dressed duck in a three piece tux He's Santa's secret spy Not so very long ago Santa didn't need much help But with more and more kids every year He soon got overwhelmed He told the elves one Christmas We can't do this anymore Then a knight in shining polyester Waddled through his door And it was Penguin, James Penguin He was there to save the day He had wireless And GPS outfitted on the sleigh And Santa said Penguin Won't you be my ears and eyes How'd you like to help me run My SCFBI He's Penguin, James Penguin And now I guess you've heard How Santa got his little Christmas Secret Agent Bird

---

I've seen you walk the screen, it's you that I adore Since I was a boy I wanted to be like Roger Moore A girl in every port, and gadgets up my sleeve The world is not enough for the both of us it seems Hello Mr Bond, I've been expecting you Martini in your hand, and that eyebrow that you move Don't take this the wrong way, I know it might sound odd I'm the next double-0, I'm the right man for the job I wanted to be you, I wanted to be you I wanted to be someone else And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away And I wish I was James Bond Just for the day Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away Roger and Sean and Timmy and George And Daniel and Pierce and maybe one day me

---

The light grey clouds rolled over the mountains on the horizon line. By the colour alone you suspected that you were due heavy snowfall. Up in a mountaintop hideaway you were growing used to such things... no bright blue sky today.

You folded your arms with a sigh; still, a little bit of sunshine would be nice.

KiTT - your assistance drone - beeped every so often as he moved about the room, doing the odd task. Other than that, the house was silent, for now. Your eyes hovered on the helicopter outside and then back to the clouds; would there be a chance of getting out of here for the next few days? You knew cars would be out of the question, it was treacherous even in snow fairing vehicles... Note to self: Next time choose a boyfriend whose idea of a home is not a typical villain’s hide out. Although you supposed it fit his role in all this. At least to the Agency. Things had changed a lot since Killian had tried to take everyone out with his own drones, but they were still very wary of him. You found yourself tasked with keeping him straight - you weren’t sure they understood your relationship. But agreed anyway.

Having finished his tasks and now bored, KiTT whirred his way back over to you, beeping his greeting. Blue lights flashing. You shook your head at him, “What would you have me do? I’ve given you everything I had on my list, why don’t you ask him if he needs any help?” KiTT’s next series of bleeps had you laughing; “I’m sure he didn’t mean to kick you out like that. K just needs to concentrate. You can get pretty loud!” Your drone protested, which only made you giggle. Especially as he tried to make the argument that he couldn’t possibly be any worse than the rest of them.

KiTT had a point: the drones that the Agency had let you take back now helped both you and Killian with lab work - amongst other things – and, with your own expertise in AI, each now had their own distinctive personality just as KiTT did. Sometimes you regretted that decision. Although they couldn’t have been further from his blue and silver finish; in sleek black and red lights. Fitting for your significant other maybe, but it made little sense to you for the Agency to have given them such colours. (And if you were honest, KiTT looks a damn sight better, but you supposed there was a bit of favouritism in that comment.) “Oh, yeah. Cuz nothing says evil robot quite like red lights.” Killian couldn’t clap back at that, KiTT was exclusively blue. “I didn’t design it.” “I know. Which begs the question, why the Agency was building an assassination drone.” He folded his arms, “Well they don’t care, do they?” Protection by any means necessary. Stop the bad guys by any means necessary. “Well...” You raised your eyebrows and tipped your head in agreement. He’d know a lot about that alright...

You found yourself looking back to the clouds and sighed, “You could always go check the weather for me if you’re really that desperate. Or if you could figure out a really quick weather changing machine?” If you could count KiTT’s next sound as a scoff you would, before blue lights ran across his body to let you know he was contacting weather satellites for you.

The sudden crash behind you snapped you both from caring about the weather. It was followed by a slightly smaller - but still loud – one, and then silence again. You immediately started towards the labs, “On second thought, sounds like I should have just asked you to go straight to him!”

When you both got down there it was a little hard to tell what had happened. At first it looked like nothing too serious; work surfaces scattered with tools, screens full of science mechanics... until you spotted the broken glass beakers and liquid running across the surface of a worktop, dripping onto the floor. “K?!” He didn’t appear to be in here, and yet none of his drones were either, which made you think it also hadn’t been them to make this mess. Or they’d made themselves scarce. You turned the lights up a little further and kept walking, cautiously. Well - for one thing, the floor was now covered in broken glass and curious liquids… they should probably be tidied up at the very least. Good thing your drone was in a working mood. There was another sound from further in the lab that made you jump, and you turned towards it. KiTT made a sound of worry. “Hush, clear this away, I got it.” He beeped again, “I’ll be FINE. Cybernetic, remember!?” KiTT’s next beep caused you to glare at him, “Don’t use that tone with me-!”

You made your way carefully over to the noise, stepping around the glass that had been spat all over the floor. You were sure it’d made its way to unknown reaches of the lab, and you should be careful where you were stepping. Sure, you wouldn’t bleed, but thanks to the upgrades it’d still hurt. When you turned the corner, you came face to face with a huddled form. Your head tilted curiously; eyebrow raised. You recognised it alright: but it was more the mystery of how it got in here. It might well have been the source of the crash - after all, you wouldn’t think a penguin to be very careful in a lab. You were just thinking about how you were supposed to catch it and then tell your partner: “Well, a penguin got into the house, and then your lab somehow, and destroyed all your research. Sorry about that-!”, when it turned towards you and-

“AGH-!!” This time you didn’t jump, although both of you were startled. Your eyes widened even further as you stared at him, on the verge of collapsing into laughter. “K?!” The laugh wavered in your voice and you tried to swallow it back, “What did you do?” Killian was very blunt about it; “Turned myself into a penguin, alright. Are you happy now?” “How?” - Trying not to laugh was having the opposite effect and he sighed. “Go on, laugh-!” You did, but still tried to make it muted, before taking a deep breath, “What the hell...? Did you try to copy Walter’s formula-!?” “Well, it didn’t work did it-!” “They are all pigeons; although this is appropriate for our living conditions.” You crouched beside him, “...I gotta say, it’s very cute.” “Shut up!” You knew, were he still human, he’d be red with both anger and embarrassment by now. You reached out to delicately touch his feathers; it seemed, just like Sterling managed to retain the bow tie, Killian would retain the outlines of his suit. He swatted your hand away and hissed; “Stop it!” “Just take the antidote. I mean, it’s all over the desk, but I’m sure we can salvage some of it. I assume you are trying for a pigeon, right? Or maybe you aren’t; gotta say I prefer penguins.” “Thanks.” He responded dryly. You only grinned your ‘you’re welcome’ and then stood to walk back to his desk; even if KiTT had managed to clear everything by now, if Killian had all the data, creating another batch of antidote shouldn’t take too long, and you could enjoy him as a penguin for a few minutes... or hours... more. “No! Wait! Y/N!” He hissed again, flippers grabbing your leg. “What?” Killian gave you a look of significance. Your eyes narrowed; “You took it without making an antidote!?!” “I took it accidentally!! And I had an antidote, it just wasn’t perfected-! Now I’m stuck as a flightless bird-!” “Deadly in water though.” You mused, tilting your head – that was not well received. Killian grumbled, huffing something under his breath. “So, this isn’t Walter’s formula?” “No!” Although it didn’t look like he was prepared to admit it. And you weren’t sure exactly how he managed to take it ‘accidentally’. “I did it myself!” “Well, this part worked.” You continued walking though, which made him waddle after you as fast as he could, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!” “Uhm, to get Walter. He’ll be able to fix this-!” “No!!” He got ahead of you and tried to push you backwards, you halted; you supposed you understood why he wouldn’t want to admit what he’d done. You thought Walter would actually love that Killian’s formula was at least correct, even if he couldn’t reverse it yet. “What are you going to do Killian? Perfect the antidote as a Penguin? Think about this-!” “I AM!” “Rationally.” You stooped again and gathered him in your arms, to which he squirmed until you set him on a clear desk. “He’s the only one who can help you.” “I can do this myself..!” “As a flightless bird?” He’d been the one to say it-! He sighed, but was still unwilling to concede. Folding his flippers across his chest and turning slightly away from you. You stroked a hand over his feathers again, and grumpy as he was, you felt Killian lean into your touch and smirked as you teased him. “We could be halfway to D.C. by now...” He turned to you, eyes narrowed, and pushed your fingers away again, gentler this time. “Fine. But not a word to anyone.” “I promise.” You placed your hand over your heart. “And don’t pick me up again. It’s embarrassing.” You raised an eyebrow, folding your own arms, “So... what are you going to do, waddle around after me?” “Yup.” Killian jumped down from the counter, sliding across the floor to the exit, passing KiTT who beeped curiously and looked to you. You gave a shrug and rolled your eyes. “You coming?”

It didn’t take very long to gather all that you needed and throw yourselves into the helicopter. You thanked your lucky stars that he’d taught you how to fly this thing. Your eyes flicked back to those clouds, “KiTT what did the weather say?” He beeped the response; cold, very cold, chance of snow later but the clouds may have been long gone by then. What concerned you most was if the chopper would fly, he seemed to suggest you’d be fine.

You took a deep breath and flicked all the switches to their correct positions before starting the ignition, blades whirring into life. Your penguin turned to you from his seat, where you’d firmly belted him in. “You sure you know what you’re doing!?! You have to get us all the way to Washington D.C.!” You glared at him, “You wanna try it in your current situation!? You taught me!!” Killian knew he had no choice but to concede. “Just be careful! Nothing reckless!” “Says the man that just turned himself into a Penguin-!” “It was accidental-!” His voice pitched. You placed your hands assuredly on the joystick and moved the helicopter steadily into the air and into higher altitudes. “Accidental my ass, how do you take something like that accidentally-!?” There was overwhelming silence and you knew you’d won again. But sighed, saying softer, “Look, it doesn’t matter...” You pulled out across the mountains and smiled at the blue sky out across your horizon line, the end of this grey was in sight-! “Walter will have you fixed into a sarcastic, Australian, pain-in-the-ass by the end of the day.” Even Killian couldn’t help but laugh at that.

How exactly did you end up in this mess? It’s probably best to go back to the beginning...

Shortly after the whole drone revenge plan had failed, you received an anonymous text telling you to bring a car to a building close to the Capitol Reflecting Pool and Washington Monument. It said nothing more than that, but it made you curious. Upon running it through KiTT and discovering it was from the Agency, your curiosity was only further piqued. And on the dot of the specified time, you were standing outside the building leaning against your car, shades on. To be honest you probably couldn’t have looked less inconspicuous, and you wondered if the Agency, in reality, were about to laugh at you for being so gullible and arrest you too. Well, you’d escaped from them before, and that was more than just a few upgrades ago.

The doors of the building opposite slid open and your mouth was suddenly agape, you slid your shades slowly from your eyes, unable to hide your shock. Stepping into daylight - in a brand-new suit - was none other than Killian himself.

His smile was gentle as he made his way down the steps to you, and your heart was hammering against your ribs. As Killian stopped in front of you, you couldn’t help yourself but throw your arms around him. “Am- am- am I here to pick you up!?” God I missed you, I missed you, I missed you… He chucked, returning your embrace, “I believe that’s the idea, yeah.” “They just let you go!?” Killian placed his right hand in his pocket and huffed, “Well. That’s not exactly it, I had to bargain my way out...” You surveyed him for a minute, all his cybernetics seemed intact; he didn’t look messed with. Running a full diagnostic would give you the whole picture, but you were puzzled. “What’s the price?” “Joining the good guys.” You pulled slightly back, “You’re working for the Agency!?” He gave a nod, “That’s the deal.” “Double cross all your acquaintances?” You smiled, leaning back against the car, “Does kinda sound like you... Oh. Wow. You’re an informant?” “Not exactly.” Your eyes widened further than you felt possible; “You’re an agent!?” “You got it.” But Killian’s smile slightly faded, “Y/N, I- I was only part of the bargain, though.” You understood him immediately, “Me? They want me.” “You’re an inspired scientist; your expertise in the fusion of human biology and robotics… not to mention AI- they can use that. It’s not really even me they want working with them, it’s you.” “You offered me up as a chip!?” You couldn’t help but be a little upset at him for that. “You’re the only chip I had to play!” Even by the desperate look on his face you shook your head, “No.” “I need you with me on this, you think I was gonna do it without you?” His hand reached for yours, and you didn’t pull away. “So, are we... a team?” “Well, about that—-” His eyes flicked over his shoulder and you both turned.

Standing in the doorway now - each with a wildly different expression on their face - were Walter, Lance and... you believed her name was Marcy. Your eyes flicked to his face and back to them. Walter was the only one that seemed to show any kind of joy; and he was ecstatic. You pushed back just about every swear word you could think of. “You’re kidding me?”

He was not, in fact, kidding and after being hauled into a two-hour meeting - which you felt really explained nothing - you were essentially handed a file and an ultimatum. Either you worked with them, or you were thrown in a maximum-security prison. You had to laugh, because you didn’t think this was exactly fair on you. And they had you between a rock and a hard place... Killian and you had always had the same vendetta against the Agency since Kyrgyzstan (maybe his a little more aggressive than yours), and you had a life outside all of this. You couldn’t afford not to take their offer. The Agency knew it.

That made you a lot less mad at him for signing you up, and you turned down the opportunity to vent to him on the drive back; “What do I call you now? Agent McFord!?” “Shut up!” The faint blush across his face made you smile and tease him again: “You do know all that James Bond stuff was a joke, right-!?”

It was one of your favourites. The two of you loved spy movies, unironically. And Killian really liked the classic Bond films, how any time he’d make himself a certain drink you’d come for him with the same joke: “Is that a martini!?” “Yes-??” He was always curious as to why that mattered, only for you to give a pointed smirk, “Alright... James Bond!” And he laughed, hard. And you loved that sound, because it was such a rarity these days, “Surely in this situation Sterling is James Bond...?” Then you smirked again, and gave Killian your best flirty wink, “Not to me!” That seemed to always get you where you wanted. And wasn’t 007 known for his way with the ladies, after all?

Today in your car Killian did not raise to the bait, but you saw him shake his head as he stared out the window. “So, are you going by Tristan or Killian…?” There was a little smile on his face as he continued to stare at the scenery, “I’ll leave that up to you…” Your sudden gasp had him looking back to you as something else gelled in your brain; “Wait does that mean I get to say I’m dating a secret agent!?” “Oh god.” His groan was quiet and you were already grinning, enjoying yourself even more. “You should never have agreed to this!” “Clearly.” “Wait—!” You turned to him in absolute joy, “Can you just put on a British accent for like five minutes-!?” “NO!” And you noticed how he managed to accent his Australian to new levels. Clearly his childhood wish to be James Bond was getting fulfilled, but he wasn’t about to play into it for your whims...

You’d figure out how to break that will before long-!

It took Killian a little more time than he would have liked to convince you that his deal was a good one. You were basically flat out refusing to work for them, doing the bare minimum you possibly could get away with; it felt too much like coercion to you, and they must have known how much you stood to lose.

His first track was to use Walter; with both similar approaches to science & technology and similar levels of enthusiasm for it, the work it would be possible for you to do together would be nothing short of incredible, and both of you knew it. You acknowledged Killian was right, but it wasn’t something you fell for. The files Killian gave you, the access to read about the technology... that interested you. The potential to further yourself in your own field, even if it had to be done with the Agency, was a good draw. But still not enough.

So Killian did the one thing he could, and played the last card he had left. Himself. Baiting you with his own fate. “If they say I’m not doing my job and throw me back where I came from, what then?” You hated him for it, hated even more that he had a point. Hated yourself for having to admit you couldn’t be without him. You’d almost gone stir crazy between his arrest and picking him up. You couldn’t stand to think of it being any longer than that. Too much of a pain point, your one line. You’d both lost enough; you refused to let yourselves lose each other.

You did not become an agent though. Your role was strictly technology and it confined you to the labs. Which you had to be honest, you enjoyed. And because you had your own job – and were a name the industry knew well – you weren’t a full time Agency employee. Your research saved lives – was the reason you still had yours – the Agency couldn’t exactly stop you working on good conscience. Even better! The tension in the team didn’t really let up, but the combination of the four of you (and Marcy and co when necessary) worked well. You all got more done than any other team in the Agency.

Still, the enjoyment of working alone, or with Walter, didn’t stop you from itching to get out there or complaining about it to Killian. “Oh. I see I’m not an agent.” “Less expendable than I.” “Out of me and you, how am I-” “You have a reputation beyond the Agency and they know it. You’re the poster child of cybernetics. They did it to save your brain; didn’t you tell me that yourself?” “You made this...” You indicated to the parts of your body that were, indeed, cybernetic. “Yes, I did.” He touched his forehead to yours, “but the top half of you is flesh and blood and I do not possess the brain you do. For now, you’re best staying in the lab.” Walter didn’t stay in the lab and it made you antsy; running around with Killian or getting to do stuff for him was half the fun.

And eventually you whined enough to get to accompany him on missions, even though you still didn’t get to be an agent.

You had a few style tips for your 007 too. In the same vein as Lance Sterling, Killian’s crisp new Agency suit was complete with bow tie and dazzlingly white shirt. You couldn’t help yourself, looking him over. Oh, sure, Killian looked great, but he didn’t look like him. As you strolled over, Killian stood still and as tall as possible: his obvious thought was that you we’re going to straighten his bow tie. Not a chance! Instead, you unfurled it and threw the fabric to one side, proceeding to undo one... two... you hovered over the third button. Killian placed his hand over yours, “Isn’t that enough?” He should have known that was a fatal mistake to say; “For me? No!” You took a step back with a smile, at the creased eyebrow and small frown look on his face, surveying your handy work: “Mmm. That’s more you. Agent McFord.” And so this was how he started to wear his suits, and before long that signature blue shirt found its way back into the mix, much to your delight.

It was on these missions together that you both became curious in Walter’s biomolecular tech. You from a purely scientific fascination. He had Sterling turning from man to pigeon left, right and centre. And the two of you had drones (now equipped with AI), but even you didn’t have anything like that. Clearly Killian’s interest had become a little more than just the spectacle and scientific theory though.

No, clearly he’d tried to replicate it for himself. And the result hasn’t exactly gone as planned. You supposed he wasn’t about to allow Lance to one up him for the rest of his Agency career - however long that lasted. And Killian wanted to get back on level footing without Walters help; he wanted to do it himself.

And it had worked, a very valiant attempt, but he hadn’t finished his antidote or had miscalculated somewhere... And that was how you had all ended up in a helicopter flying yourself to the Agency labs, with a penguin in the passenger seat.

Yet with what you’d seen working here, this just seemed like a typical day!

***

You landed to the best of your ability, ignoring his slight glare of annoyance at the small bump as you set the helicopter down. You would call that trip a success. You stared at the heavy doors in front of you and gathered your pass; you heard KiTT behind you and his metallic fussing as he switched himself into all the correct safety modes and access clearances for the Agency. That you had done yourself; you didn’t trust Killian with KiTT, did they really think they would get the go ahead to touch him? Turning to Killian you cleared your throat; “You gotta act like a penguin remember-! So don’t talk to me! Or do anything a penguin wouldn’t do!” “What wouldn’t a penguin do!?” You unclipped his seatbelt. Well, you supposed a researcher would know, or someone that worked with them closely in a zoo. But he couldn’t just guess the Agency’s experience. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise you if he knew everyone in it inside out by now. “Look, I don’t know. But don’t make me talk to you, I’m going to look like an insane person-!” Realising that you were both still talking to each other you shared the same ‘shut up!’ look before agreeing not to talk with a silent nod, and with both KiTT and penguin Killian trailing you, you headed across the helipad with your Agency pass.

Here we go again...

God, you hated this building. Most times you’d been out here it hadn’t been for any good reason - and you still didn’t feel particularly safe within it. And so many people… Even when you worked your legitimate job you usually worked alone - or with people you actually liked - you could talk to yourself or KiTT and run your mouth, or talk things through without anyone answering you. Everyone at the Agency had an opinion. When it was just you and Walter it was okay, and Killian was right, you liked him. But sometimes other people got involved and it got messy. To the point where Walter would gingerly steer you from the room before you really went off at someone.

You keyed yourself in; immediately scanned by the Agency’s automatic sensors, the switch turned green and the door swung open for you. You hesitated for a moment and looked down to Killian. “I know you’re gonna hate this, but I’m going to have to carry you through security. I think that’s all there is for it.” You didn’t let him answer as you picked him up but, as before, Killian protested by squirming in your arms as you walked down the hall to the security area. “Geez, now I look like I’m smuggling in a penguin…”

You gained some funny looks for doing so, but you need only say the word research and they let you through with him. As you turned into the next corridor, through the next security door and it all looked empty, Killian nipped at your fingers; “OW! Okay… Geez-!” You put him back on the ground, only for him to shake out his ruffled feathers with a ‘humph!’ The corridors remained silent as you took the long way down to the research centre. And Killian switched from waddling to sliding around on his stomach. You watched with curiosity; you supposed that was faster for him than trying to keep up with you. You turned to KiTT with a raised eyebrow, only to see him also focused with puzzlement on the penguin. Knowing you weren’t about to get anything sensible out of your drone, you spoke once again to your boyfriend: “Is that easier to move, or is it just fun?” Killian barely glanced up at you, but you knew the look he was giving: ‘you’re the one that said don’t talk!’ He was right, but this corridor was empty, the last 10 corridors had been empty! “Geez you can just nod.” You were met with nearly exactly the same look, before he paused, nodded, and carried on his sliding. “It’s fun? You are too cute.”

It took you until the next door for him to stand up and retaliate, but when Killian did, he smacked your leg as best he could with his flipper; you could only laugh.

***

You wandered cautiously through the laboratory and he stayed close; perhaps you should have checked that Walter was actually in today. You could already hear the stirring of whispers, and KiTT beeped in acknowledgement. You glanced to him, “Tell them to shut the hell up then!” His beep was a little louder in annoyance, and you rolled your eyes, but he began flying ominously over the heads of the other scientists and chatter stopped, work resumed. You smiled to yourself; everyone was scared of KiTT because of what they knew Killian’s drones had been capable of. KiTT was harmless, and had no weaponry, but they didn’t need to know that. You quite enjoyed how scared they got sometimes. Served them right for the majority of it. You were a little overcome with joy to see that Walter was indeed in his lab, and even more happy to see that Lance was nowhere to be found. You gave him a wave as you knocked on his door and received a big smile back. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming in today!” “Unplanned, I do confess. But it’s good to see you Walter!” “Well, it’s lovely to see you too! You working?” “Actually I came to ask a favour…” “Oh!” He straightened in his chair as he swung it towards you, large blue eyes curious, “What is it?” “Your bio-molecular technology?” “Yes.” It was at this point he noticed the penguin, and you could see the million questions racing in his mind, so you opted to continue quick before he got a chance to ask them. “Is that just for Lance? Would it work on anyone? You must have the formula, right? Is there any chance I can take a look? Both for the transformation process and the antidote to it. I mean you guys are using it all the time.” “Uuuhhhh…” Now you’d given Walter a million questions, and his eyes kept flicking downwards to your companion. “Well, I…Yes, I guess I could…. show you how to… Do you want to do this with a penguin?” “Ignore the penguin.”

Walter tried to keep his eyes on you, especially as the look you were giving him was serious, but eventually they trailed back to the bird at your feet. He studied it for a while and ignored you trying to protest him disregarding what you’d said. He leant forward on his chair, “Killian?” Instead of acting as he was supposed to, your partner became immediately angry. “Not a WORD to Sterling, or I SWEAR-!!” Instead, Walter lit up with a gasp, “You perfected your own formula!?! That’s so amazing—!! Colour me impressed-! Well, I could make what I made for him, so you can turn pretty much at will-!! Well-” He turned to you with a smile, “with some assistance of course-!” “A secret agent penguin!” The idea was funny to you, but at the same time you couldn’t help but love it. Killian immediately protested, “NO-! THATS STUPID, WE ARE NOT—!” You nudged him with your foot to shut him up, before continuing a sensible track of conversation, “First off, I suppose we should get the formula done. Then we can think about what we want to do with it afterward.” “All you need is the antidote right? I can get right on that… but, Killian, I’m going to need your help with what you did…” Walter spun back to the computer and began typing away, “Pull up a seat you two!” You dragged one across, and Killian scrambled up onto your lap; “I don’t have my formula, but KiTT could probably download it. He has a satellite uplink to the lab back home.” Walter nodded, “That’ll do, I’ll have to make sure the antidote coincides… I can’t promise this will be short though, you might be stuck like that for a few more hours.” “Hours!?” Killian sounded exasperated but turned to your assistance drone: “KiTT, see if you can link back to the lab and access file F-BMP5. Then send it across to Walter.” KiTT, glad of something to do, bleeped happily and set to work. “Sorry buddy.” Walter replied softly, “A penguin though, I’m impressed.” “Not entirely easy to find birds where we live.” This caused you to chime in, “Genuinely there are penguins up there?” “If you know where to look.” “Huh!” You smiled gently, “You’ll have to show me!”

Walter worked as quickly and carefully as possible, and as you suspected people were fascinated. Everyone who passed couldn’t resist knocking on the door and asking what a penguin was doing here. Some even having the nerve to ask, ‘Is that penguin talking?’ By the time the last one had enquired you were up by the door: “NO!” and slamming it back in their face. Walter took precautions to lock you all in here and frost the glass for privacy after that.

Killian remained in your lap, and you held him close, stroking your fingers through his feathers again, this time he didn’t seem to mind too much, and at times when you paused, he would nuzzle against your hands to get you to continue. Though you knew he would never admit it. As he continued working on the antidote, Walter again brought up the possibility of using this ultimate spy tech regularly. Killian didn’t seem keen, but you wondered if you could get him to warm to the idea… “I’m sure that we could find a little suit jacket for you in that form.” He glared back at you, “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?” “A little, yeah!” You grinned in admittance, making him turn to Walter. “It’s a hard no from me.” “Aw, Killian, c’mon!” That only made Walter chuckle, “Let him get used to it Y/N, he’ll like it eventually, Lance did.” “You mean just leave him like this for a while?” Walter grinned, “Something like that!” Killian spluttered, stamping his foot against your leg; “YOU TWO PUT ME BACK RIGHT NOW!”

When Walter had the serum made up, he walked you both into another lab to perform the procedure. Killian let you carry him. “You can drink it if you want, but I’d like to run a few tests.” “Meaning what?” “I mean, if I put you under anaesthetic… I can check a few things.” “Is that usual?” “No but it’s your first time, and Lance’s wasn’t a pleasant experience I just want to make sure you’re okay, or Y/N will kill me.” Killian narrowed his eyes at both of you, standing there trying to look so innocent. “Fine. If I wake up and I’m not human again, I’m going to kill both of you.” Walter winced, however you only smirked; “Noted!”

***

When Killian awoke again, he was indeed human. But he was not in a lab in Washington D.C. instead he was in bed, back in the mountain top hideout. Had he really been out that long? Or was whatever drug used in the anaesthetic or antidote so strong he simply couldn’t remember anything else. He stretched, glad his head wasn’t spinning, and walked into the bathroom. Skimming his fingers up the side of his neck he pressed down on the projection switch. Killian checked this every morning as routine; that the system worked, that there were no problems with the metal, or his eye. This morning, nothing worked. He straightened up with a frown and tried again. Nothing. Killian rushed through the house; “Y/N! Y/N!” He sounded panicked, making you shake your head and call him through. “In the main room, babe.” He ran the rest of the way, “Y/N, my projection isn’t working!” You turned to him slowly, crooked, amused smile on your face; as if you were trying to hold back a laugh. “Are you sure? Why don’t you check again?” This time Killian was more careful, fingers sliding up his neck tentatively. He paused, realising that he couldn’t even feel the switch. It no longer existed. His eyes flew wide, voice quiet; “You- you- fixed it!” You grinned, smile slowly spreading across your face as you nodded, “Yes! So now you have a complete face!” He sprinted the rest of the way to you, grabbing you into a hug. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your arms around him too as Killian buried his face in his shoulder, “You can cry now too! But please don’t! I would feel terrible!” “How-!?” “Turns out I can pick up a thing or two… Called in a few favours...” He pulled back and you framed his face with your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks, “The Agency have better tech, but I never admitted that out loud. I’ve been wanting to do it for a little while but… Walter finally gave me the opportunity.” “...Thank you.” “Oh, don’t you start.” You indicated to yourself, “I have far more to thank you for.” You gestured to his robotic arm, “I thought… maybe I’d leave that. That was a feat of engineering y’know?” He laughed, “One thing at a time, huh?” “Yes!” You agreed with a nod.

Killian tugged away from you for a moment, and studied your clothes. He was in luck; they were the ones you had been wearing at the labs. Although, as he glanced to the colour of the sky perhaps it wasn’t the morning after all, perhaps it was later in the same day. It was snowing, though, so that weather prediction had been correct. Killian couldn’t be sure when it was exactly, but it was imperative you were wearing these clothes. “I just need to do something.” You were confused as he got closer to you. “What?” “Don’t get too excited.” He ran his hand down your body to the pocket of your jeans. “I mean, I can’t help get excited, you’re here and touching me.” “Stop it.” Although Killian smirked, slipping his hand into your pocket. You stilled, and your features pulled into a highly suggestive look as your eyes scanned his; “I mean, I have questions, Agent McFord.” He rolled his eyes at you as he fished a small disk drive out of your pocket. “…Wait!” You gasped, moment broken, “What the hell is that!? Where did you get that!?” You patted yourself down suddenly, “Killian-!” He closed his hand around it and beckoned you with him, turning to walk back to the labs, you hurried after him, “No one was paying much attention to the Penguin, were they!” “Wait! Seriously! What is that?” “Shush, you’ll see.” He plugged it into his computer and you waited patiently for it to boot up before you found yourself gasping again; “Is that… The Agency’s entire weapons tech!?” “Yup.” You whipped around to him, hands on his desk, “ARE YOU DOUBLE CROSSING THE AGENCY!” “Kinda.” His face was fairly nonchalant as his eyes held yours again. “Killian!” You couldn’t believe this was happening. After all that talk, and trying to persuade you into this. “After what they did...” He transposed the files, “are you really THAT surprised?” You folded your arms, hating that he had a point, “...Well no. But I... thought you might be a little more discreet.” “What they don’t know won’t hurt them - besides a few months ago you were telling me I was double crossing all the people I worked with, so is it double crossing a double cross or is it simply that I’m an effective double agent?” “... That’s a lot of doubles.” “Mm.” “I figure that’s not what the programme and agreement of your release was for. K, if they find out…” He tipped his head, eyes very nearly pleading with you. “I’m not covering for you!” “Accomplice?” “Not in your wildest dreams!” You were grinning - but maybe grimacing, because you thought perhaps you’d get caught up in this too, being part of his damn agreement - and Killian already knew he’d got away with it. You were going to be there for him no matter what he did and no matter what happened, you’d made that promise too long ago and you’d never break it. Not after what you’d been through together. You folded your arms again, “I won’t rat on one condition.” His eyes rolled, “What could that be?” “If you’ll agree to use Walter’s biomolecular tech, penguin yourself on missions in the same way Lance does his pigeon transformation.” Killian scoffed, “How?!” You were sure he wished he didn’t ask as you produced a collection of vials from a table across the lab. Killian’s face fell slightly. “You did not.” “Oh, we did!” “That’s most certainly punishment.” You indicated to the screen, “Someone brought this upon himself.”

There was silence, before he began chuckling, pulling you into his arms gently - and you were only too happy to accept his hug and a kiss to your forehead. “Geez. The things I do for you!” You moved to catch his lips delicately in ‘thanks’. Oh yeah, like you couldn’t say the same thing!

---

Thank you for reading the penultimate fic of the year! 😁

#Killian #Killian sid #Tristan McFord #Spies in Disguise #Killian x Reader #Tristan McFord x Reader #Agent McFord #Killian/Ashlinn #Ashlinn #Kitt the Drone #KiTT #205 #This boy went in a box in Jan/Feb popped up in April and now he's back for December!#Alternatively: I Wish I Was James Bond #Which is the song I would have used for the 007 pieces because this is technically 2 fics in one #I'm rambling again but whatever...#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #I have missed writing for these two SO much!!#But then I look in the SID tag and I'm like /oh yeah. this is why.../#I still don't understand this Keller Killian thing but I crack up every time I see it because Ben also played Keller in Captain Marvel...#...so that's hilarious!!#And now I can only think of them being somehow related and thats even funnier #New Canon: Director Keller becomes Killian #burn everything you love / then burn the ashes #I've been listening to this song on repeat all day and its very Krennic but it's very good for Killian too!

123 notes · View notes

mymindwide · 4 years

Text

Madness

Pairing: Ashton x Female reader

Word count: 3464

Warning: jealousy, angst, feelings, smut with fingering, male receiving blowjob, riding and fluff. A little from everything.

Summary: You started out as part time lovers, but maybe one of you want more?

Author’s note: The inspiration behind this piece was a part of the lyrics of the song - Escape from LA by The Weeknd.

She pulled up to the studio Nobody's watching She closed the door and then she locked it For me, for me We had sex in the studio Nobody walked in I cut my verse and then she popped it For me, for me

...

She got Chrome Hearts hangin' from her neck And them shits going wild When she ride, she hold tight She gon' ride 'til sweat fall down her spine

My beautiful angel, my nr. 1 supporter, my partner in hoeing @littledrummerangie (aka @littledrummeraussie) asked me/convinced me to post this. If you’ll like it, thank her. Take care and enjoy your read.

*****

“Should we maybe test it together?” his eyes bored into yours leaving no doubt about his intentions.

“Lead the way, handsome…” came the immediate response from you, as you slithered your hand in his leaving no doubt for him about your consent.

The offering referred to the club’s renovated bathroom where the two of you locked yourself up.

That’s how it all started, how you ended up on the counter of the VIP club’s bathroom, your skirt rolled up to your waist, your panties pulled aside, being fucked by a handsome stranger you just met but immediately found a mutual point regarding why you visited the club in the first place.

None of you thought it could be more than a one night stand, but you officially became fuck buddies. Both of you went there to have fun and find someone who could possibly help release the tension and stress that slowly aggregated in you and couldn’t find a quick way out for lack of a partner. You thought you’d just “fallen in love” for that particular night but it was good enough for both of you that you changed numbers and agreed on that you have to repeat it sometime in the future. But your second quickie was followed by another and then another one…

Actually you were surprised how easily and smoothly you came to terms over what you two had – high-class sex, no strings attached. It is what it is, without complications. You enjoyed each other’s company and body and with that you took everything the other could offer. As it turned out on the day of your acquaintance in the club, both of your latest failed relationships taught you enough to not get involved in anything serious, at least for now, and this was good enough for the both of you. The only rule you insisted on was that there are no rules. You called or texted each other whenever you needed each other, but otherwise everyone could go on their separate way, and do whatever they wish with whoever they please.

Over the course of your ongoing fuck buddiness various locations provided a safe place for you to luxuriate your desires - sometimes he invited you to his home, sometimes it was you who had him up to your flat, but if you lost the fight against your eagerness, on several occasions you did it in his car as well – all in the name of mutual agreement of the friends with benefits state, except that you couldn’t even be called friends. You talked, of course, beside the sex, and you know little things about the other, but serious or deep things? Heaven-shattering big secrets? Not so much.

And this is exactly why you were so surprised by your own reaction at finding out that most likely your part time lover has someone else to have fun with. It’s been a pleasant Friday afternoon, you were spending your lunch-break sitting on the terrace of your favorite restaurant at noon having just finished with your lunch, when surfing through the daily news at the tabloid section you found paparazzi pictures of Ashton with a seemingly nice-looking girl while they’re having breakfast and coffee, smiling and laughing. You felt a strange grip in your heart - a painful reminder of something you tried to push back into the depths of your mind, something you didn’t want to acknowledge, something that you realized just recently yourself. That although according to your agreement you’d have had every opportunity and right to meet or date other men, you didn’t. You simply weren’t interested in anyone else, because he was completely enough for you. He takes good care of your physical needs; he is smart, handsome and has a sense of humor that just cannot be competed with. The long and short of it, he’s a decent guy you could imagine more with, if you weren’t so disappointed in your previous affairs or relationships. This was too good with Ashton to ruin it. You needed him in your life. But it looks like you are not enough. Again...

You haven’t seen him in a week cuz they started working in the studio on their upcoming material, so much you know. You missed him, which was already a warning sign for you about your possibly changing feelings, but for this particular reason you wanted to give him even more space than he already has based on your very open and sex oriented relationship. No calls, no texts, no requests for impromptu meetings. You lost all your concentration skills for the rest of the day and you thank god that you have a pretty silent afternoon in the office. Your mind had been clouded with questions like ‘why’ and ‘what can that girl give him that you can’t’? Thoughts and images of your encounters torture you that also can’t give you reassuring answers to your constantly popping up questions.

When you close your eyes you hear yourself chanting his name after your second or third orgasm he gave you…; you hear him praising God while you suck him off; you hear him whispering ‘how much I love fucking your tight little pussy’ in your ear while you’re on all fours in front of him; and you just love him doing exactly that. God, how much you love his dirty mouth, sometimes you think you could just get off simply by hearing him talking dirty, because he’s that good with his words… Sex works perfectly between you two and you understand each other on the little things you share with the other. The unanswered questions riled you up so much that a thought has planted itself in your mind. You’ll show him. If this is the last thing you two will do, you’ll show him what he’ll miss and beg back.

You drove home and picked out your sexiest short mini dress with a very nice cleavage that does justice to your breasts he loves oh so much. ‘They are wonderful, my angel’ Ash’s words echoes in your mind as the image of his lips closing on your hardened nipples runs in front of your mind’s eye. To the picture in your head a familiar ache would start to build in your core but your anger and desperation is stronger now. So the dress is on, lingerie is not… You spray on from his favorite perfume and get in your car again to drive a good twenty minutes to the studio they use and he showed you once.

It’s kinda late now when you arrive, you assume they are about to finish their day and it turns out you’re not wrong as you bump into the other three guys in front of a door that has a red flashing RECORDING sign above. Three very surprised pairs of eyes looked you up and down.

“Hey guys… Is Ashton here?” your eyes have scanned the hallway behind the three men.

“Sweetie, fans are not allowed here. How did you…?” a scruffy faced blond guy questioned you, who you know for a fact is called Michael.

“Oh, I’m not a fan,” you interrupt Mikey immediately, “I mean, I like your music, you are great and all, but I’m really just here to see Ash” you tried to remain as calm as possible seeing their confusion getting bigger.

You’re not surprised the slightest bit that they have no idea who you are. But you’ve been doing this for almost four months now and they are not suspecting anything? Now that amazes you. Ash is very clever at keeping things private, except when it comes to breakfast dates with pretty blond girls. This tiny fact just adds to your growing inner fury.

“Guys, are we gonna leave...” the door has opened and Ash’s words stuck in his throat the second he saw you standing in the hallway with his bandmates.

You can see the surprise in his eyes as he’s still taking your sight in, but you’re not the only one, the other three looked at him and then each other, possibly considering calling the security on you, but fortunately Ash could sense this and with finally opening his mouth he prevented further unwanted complications.

“Y/N…” at least those three worried eyes could see he knows your name, so probably you’re not a random stranger from the street.

“Can we talk?” your voice remained soft, but your eyes mirrored sadness and impatience and he could read that that second.

“It’s okay guys. See ya tomorrow.”

After a ‘Tomorrow’ a ‘See ya’ and a suspicious ‘I’ll call you later’ from each of them, they left you two there not taking the trouble to say a single word to you. If you weren’t in this stormy state of mind you’d let yourself be moved over the fact how cute is that these young adult men are worried about their brother.

The door has been closed behind you and you turned back to turn the lock shut making sure no one can disturb your rendezvous. You walked towards him without saying a word, your eyes refused to leave his, and you saw he probably would have liked to say or rather ask something but his eyes wandered on you - exactly the effect you wanted to go for with that dress.

Tiptoeing you cupped his cheeks in your hands and captured his lips with yours in a feverish manner, and his in response jump automatically onto your hips. Your hands don’t spend too much time on his face as they slide down his chest and reaching between you, you start to unbuckle his belt.

Ashton pulls away just enough to ask ‘What is going on’, which comes out rather breathy, and your hands halts for a second on his zipper while you answer a quick ‘I need you’ back to cut your conversation short, and seeing the desperation in your eyes he decides not to force it for now, just give himself in to whatever you’re about to do – which he has an idea for as your hand slide in his boxer and your warm palm wraps around his still limp member to free it.

No matter how worked up or angry you are, in its weird twisted way what you were about to do turned you on and holding his soft cock in your hand figuratively made your mouth water. You dropped yourself on your knees in front of him and pushed him in your mouth immediately, you wanted to enjoy his softness and that this way he still fits fully and perfectly in, which will change as soon as you’ll start sucking him, so you wanted to lengthen and luxuriate these moments a bit. Especially as this is probably your last opportunity to do this to him, to hear those beautiful and breathy moans. Because if your suspicion proves to be true, no matter what you agreed on at the beginning of your “relationship”, you have changed your mind, and don’t want to share him with anyone. Then that’s it for you, you’re ready to walk away.

You started with slow movements, just suck him in and pull him out as your lips brushing against his shaft until he hardened enough; then you let your tongue play along his velvety skin leaving open mouth kisses on his shaft while palming his balls for the better and quicker effect. When his tip started releasing his pre cum, you happily smeared it on his tip with the circular motions of your tongue while looking straight in his eyes receiving the same admiration and lust you’ve seen every single time you did this to him. The only difference had been that his hands are resting on the mixing desk grabbing onto its edge instead of being buried in your hair guiding your movements and praising your lips wrapping so perfectly around his cock. He really is a clever guy, and respects that for now you are in control, he most likely sees that you are in need of it, and he’ll do whatever you give permission for.

You made this blowjob sloppy for him to slick him up enough and reaching the desired condition you pulled him off of your mouth and standing up quickly you pushed him by his chest until he bumped the couch with the back of his legs and dropped down onto it. You straddled him but before lowering yourself on him he asked something for the first time during your studio invasion.

“Can I touch you?” his voice surprisingly insecure as his hands rested on your bare knees.

You looked him in the eye and just nodded, although for a quick moment you played with the thought of saying no just out of some sort of punishment.

His hands slithered up on your thighs; one reaching and grabbing your round butt, the other one slid between your legs to palm your pussy just to find out you have no panties on. A smirk appeared in the corner of his mouth but didn’t comment on the surprise, just stroked his fingers along your already wet lips making you even wetter as his fingertips circled your entrance. None of you saw what he was doing as the skirt part of your dress has covered both your lower half and his hands, and this just doubled your excitement feeling how skillful he is. By now he more or less knows your own body as well as you do.

Holding onto his shoulders you leaned your forehead against his as he expertly pushed two fingers inside you, starting fingering you slowly. His motions were sensual and you whined and writhed on his hand already regretting that you let him do this to you making you just more aroused, aching for feeling something bigger inside.

You felt yourself close to cum on his fingers and that reminded you why you are here in the first place. A part of you wanted to go on to chase that first orgasm, but another part of you wanted to fuel your anger that feeds upon your betrayed heart, even if you’re perfectly aware that it’s not Ashton’s fault, he just grabbed the opportunity your agreement provided for him.

Reaching down you got hold of his hand and without explaining yourself, slowly pushed it away while your other hand let go of his shoulder as you slightly rose on your knees to reach behind you and take his cock in your hand, pump it a few times and finally position him right under your entrance. As you slowly and carefully sat yourself back on him, the incomparable feeling of his shaft stretching you engulfed you making you throw your head back with a half-suffocated whine torn out of your throat. He slipped his hands under your dress to grab onto your butt and a low ‘Fuck’ left his mouth when he felt how deep he is inside you as you went all the way down to make him bottom out.

“The way you take me…” escaped his lips and you just bit on your lower lip as you weren’t exactly in a chatty mood, but his compliments and praises always appealed to you.

Your hands found their support on the back of his biceps as you started fucking him with a quick and harsh zest, grinding your hips on his for getting the most friction you can just have. You were bouncing up and down on his cock and he watched your clothed breasts precisely follow the intensity of your movements, your hard nipples darting out the fabric of the dress, sweat fallen down your spine. You could see in the way he looked at your heaving chest that he’s fighting the urge to touch your tits, to get them out of the cruel imprisonment of your dress.

However your own completion wasn’t priority in this current situation yet you got closer and closer to it and listening to Ash’s groans and the way he was taking breath, he was close too and his voice always added to your own pleasure, it could singlehandedly push you over that particular edge. As your moans got louder and more frequent, your arms wrapped around his neck, your temple pushed against his, and you gave yourself in to the feeling; his hands on your butt and his own moans in your ear encouraged you to let go. As your walls started to squeeze around his thick cock, your climax washed over you; closing your eyes, one of your hands slid down to the side of his neck as your lips brushed against his ear. In that moment his fingertips pushed into the soft flesh of your butt, his lips captured your earlobe, teeth slightly scratching the skin as he released his cum inside of you followed by a faint groan.

Your hips slowed down to a full stop and you two spent a few moments in silence to catch your breaths, foreheads touching and only your heavy breathing could be heard in the soundproof room. You rose just enough to pull him out and sat back on his lap.

“Now would you tell me what this was really about?” his index finger reached under your chin to gently tilt your head in order for your eyes to meet his gaze.

“Do you… erm... Are you seeing someone? I mean besides me” you don’t know what he could hear out of your voice but it sounded sad and ashamed even for you.

“No” came the surprised but firm and peremptory response immediately.

“Ash… I know I have absolutely no right…”

“No, I’m not lying to you. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Then who was that girl you had breakfast with at the Breakfast House this morning?” you left a few seconds time for him to react but he was just staring at you like someone who had been caught, so you continued. “By the way, she’s beautiful, really. And I know I have absolutely no ground to even ask this from you since we agreed on no rules. But… Fuck it, it’s all the same now. A few weeks ago I started just realizing that I think of you more often. I’ve been out and saw something and my first thought was that ‘Ash would like this’. I tried to coerce these thoughts because you and I both hurt enough, but I had to admit, at least to myself, that I want you. I want more of you… not just the sex” you shyly played with the bottom of his t-shirt, but as you looked back up at him, you could see his lips slowly forming into a smile.

“Are you jealous?”

“Maybe I am, yes” your eyes poured out lightnings seeing that reckless and smug smile spreading on his face.

“You know, you’re not wrong. She’s really beautiful, indeed. She grew out to be a gorgeous woman,” his smile just grew bigger as he saw your puzzled expression. “But she’s my sister, Y/N.”

“Lauren Rose?”

“She’s here to visit some friends, and it turned out I could be grateful that she found a few hours in her strict schedule to meet his older brother at all” he chuckled.

“I’m an idiot” you leaned your forehead against his collarbone.

“No you’re not” he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers. This is the very first time you two did this. And weirdly it feels incredibly intimate now. “Actually… I have no idea how much longer I could have waited to confess the same feelings to you… feelings I also carried for weeks now.”

“Why- why didn’t you say anything?” you asked in awe as your thumb drew soft circles on his hand.

“You seemed so persistent on the no relationship thing that I thought if I bring this up, I’ll lose you. And that was the last thing I wanted to risk…” hearing this confession your hand reached out to caress his face and you leaned in to kiss him gently. “I didn’t want to lose this… whatever we have. What do we have, Y/N?”

“Each other, I guess” you smile at him. “So… can we give this… us a chance?

“I’d like it very much. And you know what else I’d like? To take you out on a date. A real date.”

“I’d be very much into that. After changing into something drier. And cleaner…” hearing that he kisses into your neck smiling.

“Are you free tonight?” he grinned.

“I don’t know… I’ll ask my boyfriend. He’s a famous rockstar, you know…” you cupped his face in your hands and immersed in a gentle kiss that meant a new beginning for both of you.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #5sos #ashton irwin fic #fic time #fic by me

63 notes · View notes

deliberatelyvague · 4 years

Text

You Do Matter (obey me brothers x fem! reader)

Part Two of You Do Deserve It

Started: July 11, 2020 at 11:09am

Ended: July 11, 2020 at 2:21pm

Pairing(s): (obey me brothers x fem!reader) (oc x fem! reader)

Trigger Warning(s): anger, talking about not mattering, generally depressed behavior

Author’s Note: I like writing this story, so as long as you guy like Coda enough to keep them, I’ll keep them in there.

Prompt/Request: Could you maybe make like a second part to the one with Coda as the best friend? But instead of the brothers now spending more time, they kinda are angry? At Coda? And (Y/N) is really angry and sad because the brothers(some of them) kind of have been ignoring Coda/said something really mean to them? And (Y/N) just kinda blows off and screams at them and idk is just mad and scary, cuz she's so quiet usually. Maybe an open ending? Maybe not. Hope you're doing well.

Requested by: @leowillbefine

Part One

————

Coda hadn’t been acting like themself. They had been quiet, which was unusual for them, and they also hadn’t been spending as much time with everyone as usual. If the being quiet didn’t put light onto a red flag, the fact that they didn’t spend time with any of you did.

Even if they didn’t talk, they usually would just sit in the room with you as you read or did homework. But they were closing themself into their room and not interacting as all other than going to school and sitting quietly as meals.

You were very concerned. You didn’t want to push them, but you also didn’t want to wait until too late to reach out to them. So after dinner you marched your way to their room, holding their favorite blanket from your room and their favorite snack: Whales, that you had managed to convince Diavolo (somehow) to get Barbatos to get for you. You heard Hozier playing, so you knew they were in there.

You knocked on the door and the room went quiet almost immediately.

“Coda,” you called, twisting the knob. It refused to turn, and a spike of fear went through you. “Coda, why is the door locked?”

You heard a scurrying from behind the door, and Coda unlocked the door and opened it. They blushed, letting you in.

“I just wanted some time to myself, I guess.”

“Codes, no offense, but you’ve been having time for yourself for a while now. I’m worried.” You got straight to the point.

They look guilty, and wouldn’t meet your eye before they looked back at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ve been fine, I just need to recharge a little bit. Is that all you wanted?” They kind of hurried you out, which stung a little bit.

“No- stop putting up a front. What’s wrong? It isn’t like the you that I know to act like this, or at least not for this long.”

“It’s nothing, [Y/N], I promise,” they said. “Can we stop talking about it?” They turned their head away from you, but you could see the tears start welling in their eyes.

“No, Coda, we won’t. You don’t let me bottle it up, I’m not letting you do it either. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

They sat on their bed and pull the blanket over them, clutching onto it as they took a shaky breath.

“It’s just, ever since the incident, the brothers have been being rude to me. Of course, not as bad as they were and Satan still talks to me, but still. I enjoyed their attention,” they gave it a thought. “Well, I enjoy anyone’s attention.

“But I guess it just make me think about how I probably didn’t matter that much to them, right? If they could just easily cut me off. Then it makes me think that I don’t really matter to anyone..”

They tapered off, their eyes looking as if they were just staring through the carpet they were staring at.

“Codes,” you venture, but then a spike of anger tore through you. You were never angry at the brothers, not even when they had been avoiding you. But it’s like they could only focus on one thing at a time, you or Coda. “I’m going to talk to them.”

“No, [Y/N], please don’t. Just leave them be, they’ll probably get over it eventually and be nicer. I’ll be fine.”

“No, I am. I’m not going to let you feel like you don’t matter to people, and if they’ve caused it, I’m just going to go talk to them.”

Coda gave you a concerned look, and then fell over your lap, wrapping their arms around you and nuzzling into your stomach.

“Tomorrow, please? I just want to be comforted.” You pushes your way up farther on their bed, resting your back on the wall and stroking their hair.

They started crying eventually and you continued to talk to them, and they fell asleep on your lap.

You thought about what you would say to the boys. You didn’t want to let your anger show, but confront them. No matter how bad it was, Coda in a way relied off of other people’s affection. No have such a big source of affection taken away so quickly, if shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise that they had gotten bad again.

And with their therapist not here to talk to them, it was even worse. You just hoped that the boys would be in a moderately good mood tomorrow.

———

Sometime during the night, you had fallen asleep on Coda’s bed, and they hadn’t been there when you woke up. Sometime between when you fell asleep and when you woke up, Coda had found their way to the library, and you found them curled up in an arm chair reading a book. Satan was also in there, and his eyes looked up at you then back over at Coda when you walked in.

He was the only civil one, he had always given attention to both you and Coda, and didn’t stop even when Coda went off on the others.

“Coda told me about what you wanted to do,” Satan spoke, and Coda’s eyes shot up at you like they didn’t know you were they. Well, they probably hadn’t.

“[Y/N], please it’s fine.” They whined at you, closing their book and moving to the edge of the seat. “I’ll be fine. You, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and the angels give me enough attention.”

“No, Coda, I agree with [Y/N]. What they’re doing it unacceptable. Ignoring you because you called them out and then calling you by that name you don’t like? It’s terrible of my brothers.” They winced at the latter part of his statement.

Your eyes looked over at Coda.

“They called you Esther?”

“Call. They call her that,” Satan clarified. That sent you over the edge.

“Man, I was going to be moderately nice about this, but there’s no excuse to call you that,” you stated, and made your way to the lounge room, where all the boys were most likely to be.

You barged into the room, locking your eyes onto the group of them immediately.

“You all are some ignorant beings, you know that right? Just because someone makes you angry doesn’t give you the right to call them by a name they obviously hate. It’s petty and childish, and for beings that are older than recorded time, that’s pretty sad.

“How dare you treat them like that, just because they were defending me? I mean, you guys are demons, but you don’t have to act like them all the time,” you finished, and the demons in the room just gaped at you.

You heard what you assumed Coda and Satan behind you. Your eyes flickered behind to them, and Satan was looking at you with wide eyes while Coda looked frightened at the demons in the room.

“Can we go? Please, Diavolo said that we can stay with them for a couple days until they calm down,” Coda whispered to you, tugging on your arm. “I don’t want to see how they react, please?”

You nodded, your eyes not leaving the brothers until you were pulled hard enough away from them.

“Satan said he’ll deal with them now,” Coda informed on the way to the castle. “I hope they’re not too mad. That wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

You could tell they were trying to lighten the mood.

“I hope they’re mad. Serves them right for treating you that way.” You could feel Coda’s eyes on you, but they didn’t say anything, just leaving you two in silence to walk the rest of the way to the castle.

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #satan #shall we date #shall we date satan

68 notes · View notes

writingforyourpleasure · 4 years

Text

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Characters: GERARD WAY x Reader

Link to chapter four : https://writingforyourpleasure.tumblr.com/post/616411340391759872/on-the-road-again

Warnings : None

Author’s note: Hello ! Hope you’re all doing okay during those strange times ? Sorry for not posting but I had my en-of-the-year exam, but it’s now done and , I only got a few homework to hand-over now and my second year in college’ll be done !Here you go thank you to keep reading .

5. “ Pun-master “

You woke up, feeling something or someone moving in front of you . You started to groan at the uncomfortable feeling not wanting to get up just yet.

“And what owe me the pleasure to be assisted by your presence tonight sir Way?” You said while looking for plates.

The mass finally moved away , listening to your complains .

You woke up what felt just five minutes later but probably was in reality hours after it. Your eyes fluttered slowly as if they were disconnected from your brain. A light shine from the outside was peeking through your tinted window as soon as you truly started to wake up , you realized that Gerard wasn’t here anymore.

“Right…” You breathed out to yourself. Honestly you didn’t want to wake up. You were scared , scared of overthinking this , and because of that you actually was overthinking it . Your brain wasn’t playing on your favor . You didn’t knew how you were gonna survive today. The worst was, you didn’t knew how to act with Gerard , what happened yesterday night wasn’t that big of a deal, really , but again ; you were overthinking it . You just wanted to act normal with him , and was prying your brain to not let you down once you’ll see him. You felt so stupid for having a crush on one of your coworker and friends. You got up and hoped for the best.

You got out of your nest , only to find that you were alone in the bus and that you already had arrived into the next parking’s venue . You went directly to the kitchenette and groaned realized that you guys were short on coffee. You finally resigned yourself and went for the shower.

You got out of the bus a dozen of minutes later to find the parking lot empty except for the security that was already keeping everything on check. You checked your phone to see that it was 3pm . You had enough time, to get yourself a coffee somewhere and not stressing about when to comeback since you didn’t had to repeat with Dex or anything. You put back in your , old black Green Day’s hoodie, pocket your phone . You’ve dressed yourself as unfashionable as it is socially allowed , your laziness was clearly reflecting itself through most of your actions today. You put your headphones on , listening to the last Fever 333’s album and searched on google maps for the nearest Starbucks, once again a reflect of your laziness you figured.

You arrived to the welcoming smell of dirty beans being ground and hot milk.

Once you got your order you looked around for a seat since the place was pretty full, luckily you got one in front of the glass and on both sides what appeared to be two couples . Great. You hope that you’ll be lucky and won’t have to witness the same amount of smooshing in both of them. The teenage one , on your right , were the ones all over each other, with the boy groping at every part accessible of his what-you-presumed-to-be his girlfriend. The one on your left were two men in suits holding each other hands while talking , you sat facing the widow and the other empty seat. You got out of your backpack your sketch book and a pencil starting to draw people passing by while music took you in other world. A tap on your shoulder took you of guard , you got off your headphones .

“Yes ?” you turned around your head to see who was trying to get your attention.

“Hey, is this seat taken ?” Dex was smiling down at you with a big smile.

You said nothing instead kicking the seat in front of you, back to the glass for them to seat.

“I feel like it’s been a while since we talked .” Dex said sitting and looking expectantly at you.

“What are you talking ‘bout we talked just yesterday.” You said not looking up from your sketch book.

“Don’t play dumb y/n , you know what I mean. Like just the two of us ?” Dex sighed , seeing that you decided to not play cooperative . This time you did look up to your friend with a blank expression . Watching their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It’s true , lately you tried to somewhat distance yourself since you were trying to figure out what the hell was happening with Gerard and you knew that being close to Dex would not help one second . Your friend knew how to read you even when you tried to hide something as well as you could. You had thinked that if Dex was about to ask questions it would make it weird since you were all working together . If you fucked up at any moments , you’ll have nowhere to hide and sometimes it can be a great deal of pain . But apparently you didn’t succeed not to make it awkward since your friend was not so happy that you act a little colder than usual . You were already fucking cold to any strangers , so to be cold to them was shitty. You sighed and run a hand through your now greasy hair . You needed to take a shower quickly , maybe it could wait after the show .

“Hey earth to y/n, hellooo?”

“Huh yeah sorry I was gone for a few…”

“Yeah no shit .”

“Sorry… like for all of it it’s true I’ve been kinda avoiding you guys.”

“Meh it happens , I mean it’s okay we all got our own problems.”

Dex tried to stay warm inside of the Starbucks but you could sense that being against a cold ass window wasn’t helped them to get the warmth that provided the Starbucks.

“I’m so cold….” They whispered as they took a gulp from their drink.

“Well….then stand in a corner .” You replied taking a large gulp of your hot drink too.

“What-Why ?”

“Think..”

“No….. please tell me it’s not because of what I think dude.”

“Coz’ corners are 90 degrees.” You said with a smug smile.

“Ho god …. Ok you know what maybe it’s for the best to be socially distant haha. It is so bad please do not do that again?”

“You’re asking way to much to the pun master .”

“More like the master of fucking nothing y’mean .”

“What did you said peasant , I think I didn’t quite hear that ?”

“Ho nothing .” said your friend smiling like a fool.

“Y/N I’m still fucking cold !” Said your friend trying to warm themselves up by rubbing strongly their arms.

“And how is that my problem , my dear?”

“Someday I really am going to kill you , y’know?” Told Dex between their teeth, with a little grunt along the way.

“Y/N , Can I borrow your scarf? I’m seriously freezing. ”

“Well I can’t turn into a heater for you now can I? So do you want me to set you on fire? Because, I mean it’s still an option? Like I have my lighter right here so….?” You joked while giving them your scarf.

They gave you a warning glance as if they believed you . Then on a very exasperate note they sighed and said :

“Why are you like this?”

You both laughed at that getting some curious looks from other clients. Once both of calmed down you try to get serious talking about the elephant in the room .

“Hey , can I ask your advice on something?”

“Absolutely , but I only advise communication, homosexuality, or murder.” Answered your friend earning a smug know-it-all smile out of you.

You were about to start to get off of your chest the whole “Hey I think I may or may not like the lead singer of the band for which we’re working for.” They cut you off.

“WAIT!”

“Yeah ?”

“Are you absolutely positive this isn’t dangerous or something?” They looked very serious about this , which had the reflex to make you roll your eyes deep inside your skull.

“I’m 95% sure, but yeah, I’ve failed fourth grade math so…” You decided to answer her stupid question with a stupid answer.

“Ho okay then we’re good I failed second grade! So just before we start , how long will this take ? I got to pick up my dog at the salon. «You both laughed at that. «No but like seriously we’ll have to go back to the bus eventually . Maybe tell me along the way back?”

“Alright , alright” You both got up from your seats and finally got out of the Starbucks.

“So huh, you remember when we got the 1 week break , alright?”

“Right. “

“Well huh, me and Gerard started talking by text pretty often during this time.”

“Ho. Did you now ?” They said waving their eyebrows in a suggestive way.

“No not like that calm down, you demon fuck .”

“Always a pleasure to fill my responsibilities.”

“You weirdo….” You whispered under your breath.

“Ho do not act if you aren’t even weirder man ! “

“Anyway, I just , I don’t know . I think, I think I may like him y’know?”

“Well it’s pretty comprehensible , I mean he’s hot .”

“I’m not talking about this you twat!”

“Ho c’mon you can’t say he isn’t !”

“Haha ,He is , I ‘ve sight too I’d let you know. It’s just not the point here .”

“You do? Sorry it’s hard to tell when you dress yourself like that .

“You bitch!” You choked on your drink , coughing violently.

“I’m just kind of dreading to really assuming the whole ‘hey by the way I’m hitting on you’ I don’t want to make it weird during the tour , when we’re not even at the half of it. And I don’t wish for everyone to see that I am hitting on him. I’m not ready.” You explained to Dex , not really wanting to expose everything you and Gerard said or do , foremost because there’s not that much to say

“Maybe not hitting on him is a good call since if you do I’m pretty sure he’s gonna freak out hearing your lame puns.”

“May I recall to you that I’m the pun-master AND the master of pickup lines ?”

“You completely suck at pickup lines, bro.”

“No I don’t !”

“The last time you tried one of you’re pickup lines was on this poor cute girl in Louisiana when you said ‘Are you Google –“

“CUZ YOU’RE EVERYTHING I’M SEARCHING FOR !!!”

“Yeah no wonder it didn’t worked !”

“I’m a genius , you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

“You wish . So why are you’re feeling attracted to the guy ?”

“Well you see my kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say. And Since I know him he seems to correspond to this criteria , so I find it pretty attractive and hot since it’s my main kink.”

“Yeah , too unrealistic. Settle for bondage like the rest of us.”

“Where you ever nice Dex ?”

“2012, worst year of my life.” You laughed at what your friend said . “No but more seriously y/n, just let it happen y’know? And when you have the feeling that both of you are having a moment then maybe hit on him but stay subtle y’know?”

“I just want him to take me out…”

“Like, on a date or with a sniper ?”

“He’ll have to surprise me .” You both laughed before changing the subject to the little surprise you’ve both had planned for Max, since he was spending all of his nights and days working on your band , you wanted to do something nice for him. You bought a cookbook a few weeks ago for him as a present for the occasion, he often baked pastries as a distressful way to exhale from work time. Even though the bus condition made it hard to cook anything big it already was a good start. And you bought some bottle of Irish hard cider, since he had said it was the best thing he ever tasted when you all took a vacation to Dex family house there. After getting back to the bus everything went pretty fast , but the talk with Dex about Gerard was still playing in your mind. Ames saw that you were lost in your thoughts most of the time and ask you several times if everything was okay, you tried to act like you didn’t knew what he was talking about and you all moved on with your day . Mikey, Frank , Gerard and Ray were already in your bus when you had come back from your coffee session, and they yelled at you for not texting them and taking them with you. You brushed it off saying that next time you would. Gerard had tried to share looks with you during the day but you were too much caught up into your head to notice.

The show this night was nice and almost too short even if you guys took a ten minutes on My chemical romance planning since you played a special song. Once you were backstage Ames and Billy started their routines taking everything off stage to let place for the boys. To go faster Max offered to help them. It gave you and Dex a chance to run to the bus to prepare your little plan. You took any cushions , pillow and anything fluffy you could find , when you were done the bunks were quite a mess but you didn’t want to think of it since you still had to prepare the hard cider and the cake you brought from the Mark & Spencer’s not having too much time to find anything else. By the time everything was served , you knew that My chem was done with their show too , so you decided to prepare them a part too , you made a point to serve a apple juice instead of the cider for Gerard , not wanting him to feel excluded or anything. Max had been held backstage by Billy and Ames who were your dearest allies as ever.

You installed yourself with every plates and drinks giggling between the two of you alone in the bus to stupid jokes.

A knock made itself hear through the bus and Billy appeared into the kitchenette area before being followed by Ames and Max , who where looking at you with huge smiles spread across their face and a snort from the three of them.

“What the fuck did you do with our beds ?” Asked Max between a laugh.

“Well we did a pillow fort !” Answered Dex.

“Isn’t that a little childish ? “

“Does it means you don’t want to join us ?” You asked Max.

A silence swept through the bus.

“…Move over .” Said Max entering your huge pillow fort and already going for the cake and drink.

“Wait there’s a party and you guys didn’t told us about?! “Said Frank entering your bus.

You handed a plate in his direction , earning a smile from him before he arrived by your side as well as everyone else too.

Frank was on your right while Gerard was on your right and all of you were in a cercle eating and joking about stupid stuff.

“Hey you look better than this morning it’s good to see.” Whispered at your side Gerard offering a sweet smile before readjusting a few locks behind his ear.

“Well It’s because in the end we migrate towards comfort , and I realized that I am most comfortable around you , all of you.” You said returning a bright smile to the man.The night went along before Frank spoke up .

“Guys how are you gonna clean this mess to sleep tonight ?” Painful groans made themselves heard from all of you.

#fanfict mcr #frank iero imagine #frank iero x reader #gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader #mikey way imagine #mikey way x reader #ray toro imagine #ray toro x reader #gerard way fanfic #gerard way fanfiction

36 notes · View notes

foramomentonly · 4 years

Text

Nail in My Coffin, Part 7

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Summary: Alex and Kyle are fashion designers on a Next In Fashion style reality show. Michael is their model. Dom/sub elements. Prompt courtesy of @signoraviolettavalery .

Michael and Alex have a fight. It ends in “I love you.”

TW: Discussion of child abuse and homophobia, implied PTSD

Author’s Note: It’s been a week. I know. And I know this might not be what you all want to read right now (or ever again), and that’s okay. I was writing this piece before this week happened and coming back to it gave me comfort, so I kept writing it. I’ll continue writing Malex and I’ll continue in this AU, as well. Love to you, friends.

Read on AO3

It’s a bad fight because it’s their first, and they don’t know the rules.

“Know what today is?” Michael asks, grinning into Alex’s face as he battles with the stubborn hem of Michael’s sleeve.

Alex presses his lips together like he’s trying not to smile bigger and glances up at Michael mildly.

“Do you know what day it is?” he smirks. “You don’t strike me as a calendar person.”

“It’s your birthday,” Michael continues on, undeterred.

“I know,” Alex replies indulgently. “I was there when you found out.”

He glares over his shoulder at Kyle. Kyle clearly hears him, but he stays diligently bent over his own work. Alex hadn’t breathed a word, let half the day go by like any other. But Kyle had accidentally blabbed to Liz, and Liz had run off to tell the producer on set, and the whole debacle had ended with the entire cast and crew singing “Happy Birthday,” and Michael hurriedly calling in a favor from his well-connected sister for surprise dinner reservations.

Michael leans closer, brushing his nose against Alex’s temple.

"I think we should celebrate,” he murmurs in Alex’s ear. Alex tsks and lifts Michael’s arm impatiently to get at the bottom of the sleeve.

“Stand up straight,” he commands, and Michael does, but a dark look passes over his face.

“Anyway,” Michael goes on, “What about drinks and dinner?” He raises an eyebrow and grins. “I’ll throw in a birthday blow job. Time and location is up to you.”

Kyle flips off his machine and pivots off his chair in one fluid movement, calling, “Coffee,” over his shoulder as he practically sprints away.

Michael smirks.

"Finally.“

He looks down at Alex, expecting to find his dark eyes bright with mirth. He doesn’t exactly condone Micael’s teasing attempts to make Kyle uncomfortable, but he also doesn’t hide his amusement. This time, though, Alex is staring stonily at the hem of Michael’s sleeve, seemingly caught up in his work. But Michael sees how his eyes flit back and forth restlessly, and he knows Alex is deliberately avoiding eye contact. Michael furrows his brow, confused and bit frustrated.

“Alex,” he says through his teeth, “tonight? What do you think?”

Alex’s mouth is a thin line, his jaw tense.

“It’s not a good idea,” he says.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not,” Alex grits, his voice loud and commanding and filled with finality. It’s the tone that usually turns Michael’s spine liquid and replaces the chaos of his mind with peaceful, focused clarity. This time it grates in his chest like nails on a chalkboard, and he returns Alex’s cold stare with the full force of his heated glare.

“This isn’t a scene,” he hisses. “You don’t get to make all the decisions.”

“It’s my birthday,” Alex replies, “I absolutely do have final say in how I spend it.”

“Fine,” Michael spits, exasperated by Alex’s obstinance. “But what’s the big deal? Everybody knows about us, we’re not even trying to hide it anymore. Would it be so bad if we acted like a real couple?”

“Yes!” Alex cries, his voice a mixture of insistence and panic, and something in Michael caves, gives in, and he stops fighting in favor of sinking deep into the overwhelming disappointment and frustration weighing him down like an anchor. Alex searches his face, his lips parting as he lets out a breath and starts to speak.

“Michael-”

“Don’t bother,” he huffs, “let’s just get this over with.”

Alex straightens his spine, his features shifting as the emotion falls from his face and a cool mask of indifference slips into place.

“Left arm up,” he orders, but Michael shakes his head, glaring straight ahead.

“Do not give me orders right now,” he hisses. Alex regards him cooly for a brief moment before turning on his heel and striding away. A few minutes later, Kyle returns to their station, a silent apology evident in the shrug of his shoulders, and he finishes the rest of Alex’s work in silence.

***

Alex doesn’t speak to Michael the rest of the day. He doesn’t return to his work station until after Kyle has released Michael, and whether it’s by fate or by design, they don’t call him back for a second fitting. Michael watches as absolutely no one suggests so much as a birthday drink to Alex, but from a distance, he can see that Alex is perfectly content in his isolation. Alex isn’t especially outgoing or demonstrative, Michael’s always known that. But their connection was instantaneous, almost cosmic, and Michael had assumed Alex was making other, if fewer relationships on set. He never realized until now how rare personal interaction actually is for Alex outside of himself and Kyle. He watches Alex back at the hotel share a quiet meal with Kyle at the bar and accept a hug from Liz, his gaze following Alex’s stiff form across the room and toward the elevator bay. He realizes if he wants any kind of resolution tonight, Michael has to go to him.

***

Alex answers the door wearing the same carefully neutral expression he had when he’d walked away from Michael earlier in the day, and Michael feels like ice water is seeping into his veins.

“Can we talk?” he asks, and Alex steps aside so he can pass into the room.

They stand in silence, facing one another across the length of the bed like opponents in a duel. Alex is fully dressed, prosthesis still on, but his eyes are tired and a little bloodshot, and his hair is unkempt, like he’s been running his fingers through it carelessly. Michael wonders how many drinks he had with dinner. Still, his stance is firm and steady, and when he finally speaks, his voice is clear.

“So,” he says, not quite meeting Michael’s eye, “what do you want to talk about?”

Michael scoffs.

“Are you kidding?” he asks, voice already rising. “You left, Alex. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but you just left.”

Alex shrugs.

“I needed space,” he says, “and you clearly didn’t want me there.”

“Then you say you need some time,” Michael insists. “You don’t just walk away.”

“Why are you trying to push this?” Alex demands suddenly, brow furrowed in anger, and he finally meets Michael’s gaze with a resentful glare. “We’re together, we’re not hiding. Suddenly that’s not enough?”

Michael shakes his head, running a hand through his messy curls.

“Apparently not,” he cries, throwing his arms in the air, “cuz I still feel like a side piece.”

Alex takes a step back, expression incredulous.

“What?” he spits.

“First we had to keep it secret because of the show. Now everyone knows, but you still don’t want to leave the hotel with me for some reason? I feel like I’m your side chick and I’m just letting you string me along like an idiot, making promises I know you’re not gonna keep!”

“I’ve never promised you anything,” Alex says coldly.

Michael scoffs.

“Believe me, I know.”

“And don’t pretend like you don’t love being my dirty little secret,” Alex says, his voice glacial.

"Jesus Christ, Alex,” Michael groans, fisting a hand in his already chaotic hair, “I love you, but what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?”

“What?"

"I said what do you expect me to say?” Michael cries, shoulders raised and arms outstretched as though to catch an answer tumbling out of the sky.

“No, y-you—you said—”

Michael pauses, thinks back, and recognition dawns. He squares his shoulders.

“I said what I said,” he admits softly.

“Me, too,” Alex replies with a ridiculously formal nod.

“What?”

“I-I love you, too.”

Michael feels the air rush out of him, along with all the bones in his body, and he steps forward, opening his arms to Alex. Alex takes a hesitant step back.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to hold you,” Michael answers incredulously. Then, softer, he asks, “Is that okay with you?”

He waits until Alex nods, stepping hesitantly into his arms. Michael wraps his long limbs around Alex’s shoulders, feels Alex run his palms over his back and, after a moment, press his face into Michael’s wild curls.

“I’m sorry,” Michael breathes, and he’s surprised to feel a wet lump in his throat making his voice shake. “I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just—I want you, Alex. I want all of you, all the time. I love you and I—”

Alex shakes his head, pulling away only far enough to cup Michael’s jaw, to steady him with the dark, calming pools of his eyes.

“This isn’t about you, it’s me,” he says, leaning in to press a tender kiss to the corner of Michael’s mouth before moving away, lowering himself into the desk chair behind him and sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees. Michael misses his touch, his proximity, instantly, but he drops onto the corner of the bed, accepting Alex’s unspoken request for space.

“I didn’t grow up in a safe home,” Alex begins in that even, disconnected tone Michael knows means this story will not be a happy one. “My father is military. My three older brothers are, too. Growing up with them was. Well. It was very obvious very quickly that I was gay and not interested in carrying on the family legacy. The abuse was constant, unpredictable. Verbal, emotional. Physical.”

Michael’s brow furrows, but he stays silent. Alex takes a deep breath through his nose, exhales slowly through his open mouth, and continues.

“When I was seventeen I was at a stalemate with my dad. I was not gonna join up and he was not going to pay for college. But I had a boyfriend. I thought if I could just ride out the summer I could follow him when he went to school. We could be together, get an apartment. I could work.” Alex shrugs. “We were in love. On my birthday, we were fooling around in this old shed at the back of my dad’s property. He caught us. I—” Alex swallows, finishes his story in a rush. “It was bad. I don’t remember most of it. The next day he drove me to the recruitment office.”

Michael nods, absorbing and processing while Alex gazes at him with an unnerving calm.

“So, you don’t like to celebrate your birthday?” Michael asks, and Alex shakes his head slowly. “And—and does your dad know about the show? Your work?”

Alex sighs.

“He knows what me and Kyle are doing, yeah,” Alex says softly, “but I need to be careful. I don’t court attention. And I don’t want you and I to become a fucking storyline. I know he can’t hurt me anymore, he can’t hurt us, but sometimes I’m still so goddamn afraid—”

Alex cuts himself off, shaking his head firmly and taking deep, even breaths to steady his trembling frame.

“So, can I ask you a stupid question?” Michael says softly once Alex has regained his composure.

Alex nods.

“The boyfriend,” he says hesitantly, “was it Kyle?”

Alex laughs. Not his genuine laugh, the one that scrunches up his nose and makes him look so painfully young and carefree. But his shoulders relax and voice grows stronger.

“No,” he says, “definitely not Kyle. Kyle’s like a brother to me. A real brother. He—he’s been a constant. Just always there. Always backing me up.” He laughs, a little lighter. “Always calling me on my shit.”

“I got one of those,” Michael murmurs. “Isobel. My sister.”

“Sister?” Alex asks, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs, more at ease now that the focus is off of him.

“Well, adopted. Well, sort of,” Michael stammers. “We were found together, on the side of the road, when we were little. Me, Isobel, and her twin brother, Max. We all went into a group home. They got adopted, I went into the system. But Max and Isobel, they found me a few years later. They’re my family.”

“How long were you in foster care?” Alex asks.

“Only until I got the fuck outta there,” Michael mutters, and Alex tilts his head and shifts foward again in his seat, an unspoken question. “I had some bad placements. Fundamentalists. Drunks. Went through some of the same shit you did. When I was sixteen I traded a mechanic work for an old truck. Fixed it up. Slept in the bed.” He pauses, adds with characteristic flourish, “Under the stars.”

“Where was all this?”

“Albuquerque.”

Alex blinks, a smile pulling at his lips, and shakes his head ruefully.

“What?”

“I grew up in Roswell.”

Michael grins.

“I got placed there for a minute,” he says, “but the family moved out of state.”

“So, in another lifetime we might have grown up together?”

Michael reaches a hesitant hand out between them and Alex takes it easily, allows himself to be tugged up to stand between Michael’s legs. Michael grips Alex’s hips and rests his chin on Alex’s stomach, wide eyes gazing up at him.

“I bet I would have been all over you in high school,” he murmurs.

Alex laughs, threads his fingers through Michael’s hair and scratches his nails lightly against his scalp. Michael’s eyes fall shut.

“Doubtful. I was totally emo in high school,” he says. “Black nail polish, septum piercing. The works.”

Michael drags the tip of his nose down Alex’s abdomen, presses a kiss just under his belly button.

“Hot,” he mumbles into the fabric of Alex’s shirt. “Tell me you wore eyeliner and I’m building a time machine.”

“I love you,” Alex breathes, and he uses his grip on Michael’s curls to tilt his head up. “I’m fucked up and I shut down and I fucking hate talking about shit I really should be talking about. But I love you and I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this. I want to be with you.”

Michael releases a shaky breath, eyes wet and shining golden, and shakes his head.

“It isn’t just you that fucked up. I got my own shit,” he admits. “I’ve been left too many times to not freak out when someone walks away from me. I don’t always do so well with the whole concept of ‘space.’”

Alex laughs.

“So basically we’re doomed?”

“Yup.” Michael grins, slipping his hands up under Alex’s shirt. “Wanna go out with a bang, Captain?”

“Ohmygod,” Alex laughs, pressing his palms against Michael’s shoulders and forcing him back onto the bed, settling beside him. Michael slides his leg between Alex’s, cups Alex’s cheek and presses their brows together.

“I love you,” he whispers, gravitating closer to Alex’s lips with every breath. “Ha—Can I say it?”

Alex brushes his lips against Michael’s and smiles, eyes already half closed.

“ I’ll allow it,” he breathes.

“Happy birthday.”

#malex #malex fic #rnm #rnm fic #alex manes #michael guerin #malex fashion au #dom/sub elements #kyle valenti #kylexbrotp #cw child abuse #cw homophobia

45 notes · View notes

peterman-spideyparker · 4 years

Text

Make Me (Loki x Reader) Part 5/17

Author’s Note: Hey all! I’m so sorry this is coming later, but some personal things came up. I hope you enjoy this little Halloween chapter right after Christmas! I might post another chapter again before next week’s usual post on Thursday, but I don’t know yet. But for now, enjoy, and let me know if you want to get tagged in this series! :)

Summary: Just because it’s Halloween doesn’t mean that you’re free from the prying of the team to find out who you’re sleeping with, and it doesn’t stop Natasha from matchmaking, either. When you eventually get to the party, you see Loki dressed as a vampire, and he uses his costume to his advantage when Natasha pairs you up with Steve.

Warnings: Good ol’ Avengers banter/teasing, swearing, jealously, ~smut~ (dom!Loki, submissive reader, nibbling, biting, vampire role play?)

Other Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Steve Rogers

Word Count: 736

Read Part 4 here

“One hour, goblins and ghouls!” Tony says over the intercom. “Come in a good costume or don’t come at all. Side note, you’re all mandated to come. One hour kids!”

“Put this on,” Wanda says tossing you a bodysuit as her and Nat enter in matching ones.

“Ugh, no,” you say. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Well, do you have a costume to wear?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going as a pirate for the fourth year in a row.”

“Why? The costume is still good, and there’s nothing wrong with it!”

“And it’s so done!” She comes over to your bed and tosses your pirate costume aside, effectively wrinkling it. “So if you’re not wearing that and you refuse to wear my costume, then we’re putting something together right now. I don’t care who’s closet we have to raid.”

“I was passing by and heard the term ‘closet raiding’ and I’m here to help,” Tony says, sticking his head into your room. “What are we doing for (Y/N)?”

“How come you just assume it’s me?” you ask.

Tony and Nat shoot you a look that screams, “C’mon, please.”

“Okay, fine. What do you think I should dress up as?”

“Didn’t I tell everyone back in July to get costumes?” Tony squeaks.

“I had a costume—.”

“The pirate dress,” Nat butts in.

“Oh, honey. No. Okay, what are we thinking?”

“I still don’t like this,” you say as Wanda finishes curling your hair.

“Well, you didn’t like my other options,” Nat says.

“I’m not overly fond on this one, either,” you say.

“I still think you’d be a great Vegas showgirl,” Tony chimes. “You can kick pretty damn high like them.”

“Another peep out of you and I’ll give you a high kick,” you tell him.

“Okay, okay,” he says with his hands raised. “I’ll see you guys downstairs. Oh, and before I forget, I invited Nick from the negotiations. I believe you two know each other?”

“I’m not sleeping with Nick,” you say with an eye roll.

“Okay, good, cuz I didn’t actually invite him, he’s a major asshole. We will find out eventually, you know. Whether we meddle or not.”

“You two are like kids trying to catch Santa,” you laugh. “I think I’ve got it from here, Nat. Thanks.”

As she leaves, you look at yourself in the mirror, observing the red, white, and blue of the costume. You don’t even want to know how or why Tony has this dress. Whether it’s from the initial Captain America tour from the 1940s or not, it’s in pristine condition, allowing you to feel both covered and exposed at the same time. Trying to adjust the skirt and top at the same time so nothing important shows too much, you let out a defeated sigh and walk down to the party, slipping into the crowd, but not without eyes following you. Avoiding all contact and socialization, you make a b-line to the bar to order the first drink you can think of.

“You look . . . patriotic,” a familiar voice says at the bar.

“I feel like the Fourth of July threw up on me,” you smile, turning to see Loki dressed up as a vampire; well dressed, fair skin, a cape, and slicked back hair. “Well, well, look at you. What, no fangs?”

He smirks, giving you a quick flash of his teeth, and you see fangs appear just as quickly as they disappear.

“You really went all out,” you laugh.

“Well, I am the God of Mischief and Master of Illusion. If I failed at this trivial Midgardian holiday, I wouldn’t quite live up to my standards, now would I?” “No, I guess you would not,” you hum as you sip on your drink.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” Nat says as she spots you. “Steve’s here! We have to show him your costume.”

“Oh, I don’t—.”

Before you can finish your sentence, she pulls you away from Loki and the bar.

“Whoever you’re screwing, you’ll be screwing Steve tonight instead,” Nat giggles as you maneuver the crowd.

“Steve is—Okay, why didn’t you throw out his pirate costume?”

“Because I’m not a pirate every year,” he chuckles, the fake parrot on his shoulder moving with his laugh as you see Natasha not-so-surreptitiously slip away. “Now I haven’t seen that costume in God knows how long. You look good in it, (Y/N).”

“Thanks,” you say. “I don’t feel good in it, though. I feel like everyone keeps staring at me.”

“Well, you look good.”

“You do know Nat is trying to set us up right? It’s the whole point of this costume.”

“Oh yeah,” he laughs. “I could smell it a mile away. Listen, (Y/N), you been such a great friend of mine for years. I don’t want that to change.”

“Really?”

“I mean, I thought about what we’d be like together, but, I like what we have.”

“Me too. I like you, but just as my friend.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“You know Nat won’t let up on setting either of us up, right?”

“I figured,” he smiles.

“Want to mess with her?” you smirk.

“How?” he asks.

“How about you grab us some drinks and we can go complain about our problems on the balcony? Make Nat think she won by disappearing for a bit.”

“You’re something else. I’ll be right back,” he says with a smile.

As soon as Steve brushes past me, you feel an arm grasp your wrist and pull you off into the crowd. It’s Loki.

“What are you doing?” you ask Loki, looking around to make sure you’re not drawing any attention to as you leave the party.

“Reminding you who you belong to,” he growls, leading you down a series of dark hallways before the two of you enter a room. He kisses you roughly and slams you against the wall, his hands squeezing at your skin. Your hands move to run through his hair, but he stops you and pins your wrist above your head with his hand.

“No, no,” he hisses. “I am in control.” His kisses move to your neck, his fangs nipping at your skin without breaking the flesh. As his lips move back to yours, his free hand slides up your skirt, rubbing his long digits along your soaked panties, creating the most pleasant friction.

“Did he make you wet?” he growls. “Or does me controlling you like this make you slick? Hm?”

“Y-You,” you pant, your heart beating in your chest. “You make me wet.”

“Good girl.”

With his words of praise, he slides two fingers into you, slowly stretching you before he pumps his fingers in and out, the pad of his thumb rubbing small, tight circles on your clit.

“Mm, Loki,” you whine, grinding your hips against his hand. “Loki, please.”

“Please what, hm?”

“Loki, I need your cock,” you beg.

“My cock? Not the Captain’s?”

“No, Loki, I need your big cock in my tight pussy. Please, Loki, fuck me.”

He chuckles deeply in my ear, and before you know it, he rams his cock all the way inside you, causing you to slide up against the wall. He doesn’t start slow, either. His thrusts start fast and rough and only get faster and rougher—he even sinks his fangs into your shoulder, but not so hard where he draws blood. The sensation only increases your arousal, and you grow more sensitive to his touch as he licks where his teeth indented your skin. You hold onto his shoulders for support as your breasts and head are subject to the relentless pounding, and you soon find yourself crying out as you come around his immense cock.

“You like that, huh?” Loki pants as he continues to thrust. “You like it so much you came around my big, fat cock, huh?”

“It’s so good, Loki,” you tell him.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking good. Ah, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, Loki, yes. Please cum.”

“Tell me how back you want it.”

“I want it so fucking bad,” you moan. “I want to feel that hot cum. I want to feel it in my pussy and I want to feel it run down my legs.”

“You dirty whore,” he growls as his lips attack yours in a hungry fervor.

Loki’s thrusts become uneven as he holds your face in his hands to deepen the kiss. Soon enough, you feel Loki’s cock twitch inside of you and his hot seed coat your walls. His body stills as your chests heave, the both of you desperately trying to catch your breath from the excursion.

“I am not forbidding you speaking to other men,” Loki says quietly. “And I don’t mean to sound possessive, but as long as this arrangement is to continue, I do not want you flirting with other men. If you remember from when we drafted the contract, I do not like to share.”

You pause before you respond. You remember his terms, but you thought that was just in bed. Does he want us to be exclusive to each other? You’re not complaining but . . .

“I understand,” you tell him. “I won’t flirt.”

“Good,” he says, removing himself from you.

“And with Steve . . . Nothing’s there. Just failed matchmaking by Natasha. I promise.”

The dark makes it hard to see, but you swear you see a smile spread across his lips for a moment. “Meet me in my room in ten minutes, without that wretched costume,” he says. “I want to see those beautiful red lips around my cock.”

Permanent Taglist: @majesticavenger @steampowerednightvaler @themusingsofmany @just-the-hiddles

Loki Taglist: @myownviperroom @drakesfiance

Fic Taglist: @ironmaidenmidgardqueen @imsonick @his-paradox @sheris532 @iambetterthanbefore @lokislilslut @vodka-and-some-sass @nonsensicalobsessions @myraiswack @peterpan156

151 notes · View notes

messybunny369 · 4 years

Note

If you write good eprocto.. please, I'm begging you to write a TaeKook scenario in a fucking library! Like.. if Jungkook has an upset stomach from eating bad noodles or some shit, and he has a big fat crush on Taehyung.. like.. holy fucking shit would I appreciate that. I am in the mood for some spicy eprocto if that makes sense?? Like.. hot eprocto if you wouldn't mind 🐰

The hall was large, bookshelves occupying every inch of wall space as the soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound to grace the area. Students had spilled into the silent library since the opening of its doors, ready to cram for the oncoming exam. It was always at times like these that Jeongguk found himself stressing the most. He'd been visiting the library pretty often, lately; the young boy that had volunteered to keep the books sorted was practically Jeongguk's very reason to even study at all. The boy was in Jeongguk's year, and was around his height. His hair was soft and dyed a gentle blonde; complimentary to his glistening eyes and bright, boxy smile. Jeongguk loved seeing him.. loved how his heart fluttered every time they spoke.. but today really wasn't his day. He'd initially rushed over; only having time to grab a coffee and wolf down a noodle pot. His coffee was placed on the table besides him, but the noodles seemed to be disagreeing with him already; his stomach was feeling particularly uneasy, and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate as time went on. His foot was tapping against the carpeted flooring as he read over his notes, occasionally sipping at his coffee. Absent-mindedly, he'd found himself chewing upon his lower lip; a nervous habit. The boy ㅡ Taehyung ㅡ was ordering the books into the alphabetical order of which they were supposed to go in by name of the author. Currently, as he had only just started for the day, he was on the A Section, and was glancing around as he did so, just placing Adré Aciman's Call Me By Your Name up on the shelf. Upon feeling someone's gaze along his back, Jeongguk flicked his line of sight behind himself, just to see who it was. His face flushed when he caught sight of the boy, but he made sure to flash him a polite grin before resuming his work. Smiling softly, the older boy continued to sort the books, brushing his hair from his eyes when needed. Usually, the quiet nature of the library would bring Jeongguk peace of mind, but right now it only brought him a crippling sense of anxiety that brought him to down the rest of his coffee as though it wasn't still hot. His stomach was beginning to cramp, but he figured that if he didn't think about it, then maybe his digestive system would be nice to him. He couldn't be any more wrong. Around half an hour had gone by in the time it took him to write down the information of which he'd be needing for the first area of biology; what amniotic fluid is and what it is used for ㅡ the benefits of regular childbirth, and the cons of a dry birth. He looked down at his few large paragraphs, resting his chin against his palm. His breathing had evened out a little, but he near jumped out of his skin when the deafening silence had been torn apart by the loud churning that decided to bubble throughout his intestines. Immediately panicking, he clamped a hand to his swollen gut and resumed his work, cheeks flushing a pretty crimson. Inevitably, a few surrounding students had glanced around at the sudden loud noise; there was no way that they didn't hear, Taehyung included. Said man was down to the D Section and had flicked his gaze towards a certain boy, assuming he must've been hungry. He exhaled in a sympathetic manner before placing another book up on the shelf. By now, Jeongguk's knee was bouncing restlessly; stomach tightening and relaxing.. tightening and relaxing over and over. Sharp cramps were taking hold of his body, and he'd broken into a light sweat. He hoped to God that Taehyung didn't come over right now; he was sat near the F Section, and the boy seemed so, so close. Often times, the two stopped for a quiet chat whilst Taehyung worked. Just when Jeongguk thought that the worst of his issues were over, his bowels clenched in the form of a loud, airy groan. He froze in place as this continued on in waves of watery gurgles; gas welling up inside of him. His face was beet-red as he kept his head down, trying to act nonchalantly as he scribbled down his work with trembling hands. Brow creased, Taehyung glanced over once more. Spotting that Jeongguk's disposable cup was empty, he took it upon himself to wander over and pick it up for him, whispering as he'd taken the opportunity "Do you need me to go get you another coffee? Or are you okay?" The younger of the two jolted in his place, heart pounding as he nearly fell off of his chair. He looked up, wiping his palms against his thighs before whispering his response "I-I'm okay.. b-but thank you." "You sure?" Taehyung stooped by the table "Cuz I'm about to stop by the café upstairs, anyway.. it wouldn't be a problem, and if you need me to, I could pick up a snack or something; I assume you'll be here a while?" Seeing how the blonde had gestured towards his work, Jeongguk let out a silent chuckle "I, um... yeah, probably.. b-but it's okay; I'm r-really not too hungry, either, so.." "How come?" What was he supposed to say to that? Jeongguk was bunged up with gas, and why wasn't he hungry? As if on cue, his sore belly growled roughly. Politely, the boy shook his head "I-I, uhh.. had something on the way." Cocking his brow at that, Taehyung didn't acknowledge the bodily function, for he was starting to gather some sort of understanding upon the situation, but rather commented "What happened to your handwriting, there? It was all neat, but then it went all over the place." Jeongguk only shrugged, feeling as though he was about to combust. "Funny," The older grinned, standing before taking the other boy's cardboard cup "well, see you." "S-See you." Nodding in acknowledgement, Taehyung began to quietly make his way out of the library and up the facility's stairs. On the way, he chucked Jeongguk's cup into the recycling and made way to fetch himself a bottle of water. Once he did so and paid the small fee, he returned to the library, only to find Jeongguk clutching his churning stomach beneath the table. A wave of anxiety flooded his senses; was Jeongguk okay? Did he need assistance? What had happened for him to be like this? He figured the boy would want a spot of privacy, and so swiftly approached, gently putting his hands to the younger's shoulders "Jeongguk.. Jeongguk, look at me.." But Jeongguk didn't want to.. didn't want to face Taehyung like this; it was humiliating. He needed to let this out; the gas was inflating him like a balloon and he felt as though he was about to pop. He leant over, head against the desk as he clenched his jaw against the pain; bowels gurgling in ominous warning. Insides tingling in anticipation, Taehyung could feel everyone looking to them. He stood and brought Jeongguk with him, dragging the boy out and to the bathrooms. Once the door had shut, no one would be able to hear what went on inside; it was a library after all, so the walls had been soundproofed. The younger of the two squealed as he hunched over one of the sinks. He could hardly move, clenching with all of his strength as his insides protested angrily. "Jeongguk..." "L-Leave!" He couldn't bear the humiliation as he scrunched his eyes shut, lashes dampening. He couldn't hold back for much longer, entrance fluttering in preparation. With gritted teeth, he groaned with the agony that came with holding everything in. "I can help you if you'd let me.." Taehyung meant well as he approached "would you..?"

Jeongguk didn't say anything as the older wrapped his arms around his waist, large hands tentatively running along his lower stomach. "Will you let me..?" Hesitating, a whine had been caught within Jeongguk's throat. He nodded slowly, stomach gurgling lowly. "Must really hurt..." Taehyung spoke softly as he pressed against the hard swell, bringing obnoxious wails and rough growls to reverberate against his palm. As the younger's breath had hitched within his throat, standing frigid, Taehyung pressed a little harder, bringing the boy to cry out. His back had arched upon impact, jaw falling lax as he failed to prevent the hot, bubbling bout of gas that was torn from his insides. He wanted to apologise; the odour was heavy and reeking, but his stomach was tingling with something other than those noodles from earlier. "That's it.." The older encouraged as he continued his ministrations "let it out.. let it all out..." "T-Taehyungie!ㅡ" Jeongguk squealed, gut wrenching and twisting in pain before yet another rippling fart ejected by his entrance "Fuck!ㅡ" "You're okay.." Taehyung assured him. The man had a kink, but he would never tell that to someone like Jeongguk.. someone so special to him. The boy didn't even know of the feelings he held for him, and Taehyung felt that if he was to know, he'd ruin any chances of getting with him. But Jeongguk was shamefully hard. With a feeble whimper, he hoped to God that Taehyung wouldn't notice. His bowels groaned roughly as he tried to lean over once more. Carefully holding the younger by the waist, Taehyung panicked as Jeongguk had done so; his plump ass pressing up and against his crotch. He urged himself to breathe, but the scent that penetrated his olfactory system only served as a constant reminder of the situation he was in. "S-Sorryㅡ ah!ㅡ" The younger moaned out, clutching at the sinks as his breathing became heavier. "Don't be," Taehyung cooed, softly pulling him closer so that he could smooth his palm over the boy's aggressively curdling stomach "you're okay.." "N-Ngh!ㅡ" Jeongguk gasped as a loud, brash projection of gas practically erupted from his clenching hole "S-Sorry, hyung!ㅡ" As a flourish of heat washed over his body, Taehyung swallowed thickly. He could feel his blood running south, but tried to fight against it in a futile attempt. He softly hushed the younger, reassuringly running his hand along his bloated belly. Sucking in a harsh breath, Jeongguk wrenched his eyes shut once more. Trying to keep his groin from coming into contact with the younger boy, Taehyung was careful when keeping him from leaning against one of the taps. His member was straining against the restrictive material of his trousers as his crotch was warmed by yet another hot and wet, bubbling fart. His cock twitched at that, and he had to bite back a groan as he inhaled the thick, thick scent. Jeongguk had began to mutter obscenities beneath his breath. His mind hazy, he couldn't tell whether it was the arousal that made him act the way he did, or simply the fact that he wasn't thinking straight. As his bowels clenched once more, he pressed himself up and against the older man, surprised to find him so hard. "J-Jeongguk..." Taehyung started, face flushing as a numbing wave of adrenaline deepwashed his senses; it felt as though he'd been plunged into a tank of cold water "I-I can explainㅡ" "You think you're sick?" Jeongguk groaned against his churning belly "You wanna see sick?" Arousal began to fog Taehyung's mind as he paused, only to abruptly pull Jeongguk closer; one hand keeping to the swollen dome of his stomach, and the other held firmly over his mouth. The man's voice lowered an octave; deep baritone rumbling within the back of his throat "Show me just how sick you can be.." With a feeble whimper, the boy let loose upon a wet, airy fart that left his asshole burning. It reeked, but he only pressed himself further against the man behind him. A series of shorter, more brash bouts of gas followed. With the deep groans of the older man, Jeongguk had discreetly come to unbutton his own trousers and pull the zipper down before allowing his hardened cock to finally spring free; he really couldn't help himself what with the way he grasped it tightly, feeling the weight of it within his palm as it throbbed and throbbed. "I can help with that.." Taehyung spoke lowly as he slowly moved the hand from over the younger's mouth and down towards his groin. He began to press into the flesh of Jeongguk's taut stomach, and replaced Jeongguk's hand with his own. The younger tensed, mewling as his gut roared aloud. He could feel the gas inside of him welling up against his puckering asshole, and his hips had involuntarily bucked upwards against the anticipation. Squeezing at the shaft, Taehyung began to drag his hand along the younger's girth. He trailed many succulent veins and dragged the foreskin back with each fall, making sure to flick his wrist with each rise. Occasionally, he'd thumb at the boy's slit, cooing as it was already drenched in precum "Do you always get so wet, baby? Or is this just for me, hm?" "A-Ah!ㅡ" Jeongguk's body convulsed as a sharp heat jabbed at his crotch, cracking down his spine. He was so, so hot for Taehyung. "Answer me, baby.."

"I-Iㅡ oh god!ㅡ" The younger didn't even need to push as the loudest, heaviest fart pushed by his entrance. Not only did it ripple or bubble, but it was practically torn from the boy as the sound echoed against the walls, bringing with it the lingering scent of a bad diet. Jeongguk could've came from that alone, for he had to squeeze against himself so as not to. "Fuck.." Taehyung cursed as he sped up his movements, resting his face within the crook of the younger's neck. He couldn't help himself, and decided to grind up and against Jeongguk's hot ass. The thick odour was surrounding them both, and Taehyung had found himself suckling at the tender skin of the boy's exposed neck. At that, Jeongguk squealed. Sparks of excitement were shooting throughout his body, and the only thing he could feel was warmth ㅡ warmth and pleasure. An obnoxious gurgle seemed to twist itself around his bowels, wet and squelching as he found himself clenching once more. This followed on with a strained groan before Jeongguk found himself gasping aloud. The hot gas slipped by his entrance in short, wet bursts. Allowing his jaw to go lax, the boy shamelessly moaned aloud, tipping his head back as he allowed his eyes to briefly flutter shut. The relief felt so, so good, and his senses were flooded with an overwhelming sense of felicity. "So fucking dirty.." Taehyung whispered lowly as he kept at the movement of his wrist "do you like being dirty for your hyung? Like being dirty for me?" "Y-Yes, hyung!" Jeongguk squeaked, body tensing "L-Like being dirty for my hyungㅡ" "So fucking dirty for your hyung.." Taehyung growled, deep baritone rumbling within the back of his throat as he pumped at Jeongguk's cock with swift fervour. "Nghㅡ hah!" The younger squealed; at this rate, he was going to cum embarrassingly fast. In being held so close to the older, the boy was unable to move himself as his body began to convulse. Sharp breaths were tumbling by his parted lips as his stomach tightened into a knot "H-Hyung!ㅡ" "Gonna cum?" Taehyung mocked, swiftening his pace once more "But the fun's only just started.." "I-I can'tㅡ" The boy yelped "c-can't hold it!ㅡ" "Cum for me.. cum for me, baby." With a guttural cry, Jeongguk's back arched back like a bow. With sweet, sultry sounds escaping his rosy lips, the boy was seeing stars as he climaxed, ultimately spilling atop the older's hand. "Fuck.." Taehyung grunted, pumping him slowly in order to allow him to ride out his high, gaining sharp whimpers in response. The boy was breathing heavily, leaning against the sinks once more as he caught his breath. His mind was hazy, and his vision unfocused, but that didn't stop him from turning around to glance down and towards the straining bulge within the older's trousers. With a coy grin, he spoke "Your turn."

13 notes · View notes

massivehoagiepeachpeanut-blog · 4 years

Text

(Fanfic) Hero Vol.II : Chapter 1 - Home.

INTRO

Before we get started, I would like to say something, this is just a fan interpretation of what should/would have happened in Hero book 2. If Pixelberry decides to make Hero.2 in the future plz don't compare this work to their cuz this is as I said just fan interpretation.

Details: The MC is Male in this story. Cuz I have decided it fits better in the story after playing as a girl and a guy. MC's Name in this story is Aaron Deniz a.k.a Supernova. MC has the black suit in this story. This is an open route, I will be writing scenes with every LI. Every Premium scene in book one is accounted in this story. If you would like to refresh your memory before you read this please replay the book. So finally let's begin.

(You drift through a strange dark dream, your body weightless and insubstantial as you float through an inky blackness at the end of the world.)

m.a.r.c.i - Aaron Wake up! Wake up, please!

(Slowly, you become conscious of smooth, dusty stone against your cheek… the feeling of solid earth cradling your body.)

Aaron - Where… where am I?

(You blink, your eyes blurred as through from centuries of sleep, and gradually the world around you comes into focus…)

What… what is this place?!

m.a.r.c.i - I… I don't know…

(You slowly get to your feet and turn around, taking in the strange sight surrounding you… Enormous, Luminescent crystals sprout from the barren rock, their soft glow echoing the pink nebula overhead… Four moons hang in the night sky, close enough for you to just make out the vast mountains and lunar valleys.)

Aaron - Well, one thing's for sure… we're not on Earth anymore.

m.a.r.c.i. - Aaron I'm.. scared.

Aaron - Don't worry we'll be fine…

I think.

Chapter 1: Home.

(You stand in this unknown place, alone, scared, worried and confused.)

Aaron - Marci can you use your location feature?

Marci - Already tried, but no signal.

Aaron - Something about this place?

Marci - Calculating… Process complete: The Planet doesn't have any atmosphere, no human can survive. Super strong magnetic field, the planet is rotating 23% off its axis at a very slow and stable speed.. so slow.. barely any movement. The crystal are emitting energy at wapping millions of megajoules.

Aaron - Any exact estimations?

Marci - Tried but failed, my system can't comprehend it.

Aaron - Weird, How much time has passed since we left earth.?

Marci - . . . 260 earth days.

Aaron - WHAT?! What do you mean by 260 days?

Marci - 260 earth days means 6240 hours Aaron.

Aaron - Not what I meant but okay.

(You pay attention to your surroundings again… the place is barren but feels powerful, a passing comet grabs your attention.. you are immediately mesmerized by the weird phenomenona going on in the sky. You can see a beam of light in the distance what you can only imagine as a quasar, some Gas Giants and Super Earth's seems to orbit the same star this planet orbits, the sun seems really far away, like a speck of dust In this otherworldly sky. "How are planets this big! orbiting such a small star?" You think.. a sound or an echo? Catches you off guard.)

Aaron - Hello..? (You say tentatively). Is someone there?!

Well well… (Someone says behind you, You jump forward and turn.. Two faceless figures float there.. they are see through, emitting iridescent purple glow. Even though they are faceless you can clearly tell one is a well built man, and the other is a woman with her iridescent flowy hair.)

Aaron - What ar- I mean.. Who are you?

(The Man in speaks in a I deep almost hypnotic voice).

Man? - Well it looks like you're finally awake from your deep sleep.. are you fully healed now?

Aaron - Well I feel Healed.. (You shrug your body to feel any injuries) Yeah I am okay- wait, don't change the topic.. Answer my question! (The woman chuckles. Her voice sweet as honey and hypnotic as well.)

Woman? - I am Zerena. And this is Knarr.

And we live here.

Aaron - Live here? (You look around) This place seems barren and empty, only you guys live here?

Zerana - No.. there is everyone… (there's a hint of a smile in her voice)

Aaron - Everyone? What do you mean?

Knarr - We can not be seen with human naked eye.

Aaron - So.. you two are special and powerful or something? Cuz I can see you.

Zerena - Not powerful Aaron the opposite actually, we are weak and half broken, we are not powerful enough to be invisible.

Aaron - Oh.

Knarr - We understand you have a lot of questions son.

Aaron - Son?! What?

Zerena - Yes Aaron in earthly terms we might be called as your mother and father.

Aaron - Whoa. I.. I need some time to process, so.. like, you gave birth to me?

Zerana - Birth? (She chuckles) we don't reproduce Aaron, we don't die, we don't eat, our synergies keeps us alive. We gave half of ourselves to make you.

Aaron - Wha- so how- wait.. what?

Knarr - Let us explain son. First of all, you are not in your space, time or reality son.

Zerana - You are in a different dimension, in our dimension. See Aaron we exist in each dimension In this or similar form except yours. Your earth was supposed to be where synergy gives birth to itself, but it never got to that point.. the crystals you see here? Are buried everywhere within your earth.

Knarr - You were born as a bridge Aaron, Within yours and our dimension, There is a time that only comes in eons.. where the chosen one is born. Me and your mother gave half of ourselves to make you.. it was magical the crystals were blinking in harmony the stars were dancing in the sky.. a portal was supposed to appear but it never did.

Zerena - At the Same time the Silas activated the crystal at earth.. and you got transported there.

Aaron - Sounds complicated.

Marci - Do you want me to explain Aaron?

Aaron - Not now Marci! (You rub the bridge of your nose) Why you never came? You never looked for me?

Zerena - Oh Aaron.. you were where you were supposed to be, but I was broken that I couldn't even see my son's face.. (You hear her cry.)

Knarr - Aaron we can't survive in your dimension.. our synergy gets broken into millions of particles.. even if we wanted to go there, we couldn't.

Aaron - I'm just speechless.. How did I get here?

Knarr - Well.. you died..

Marci - Aaron's heart rate is completely normal..

Knarr - Let me complete what I was saying.. as Zerena said we don't die.. in that explosion your synergy detected that your life force is low.. so it brought you here to heal.. you were in a critical condition when you appeared, we were really worried.

Aaron - So I'm not dead right?

Knarr - No..

Zerena - Welcome In our world Aaron.

(The ground slips beneath your feet as you realize where you are.. Your Life, your friends and your.. mom.. they are all.. you don't even how far away they are from you.. You feel tension build inside you as you stare at the endless sky, you finally say..)

Aaron - How can I live here?

Zerena - You were made to live here Aaron, but I am assuming what you meant by that is how would you live without your friends and family on Earth..?

Aaron - See Zerena- err.. Mother I am really glad I got the chance to meet you guys, But how can I spend the rest of my life here? No offense.. how can a human live here? Even if I am more than a human in your eyes.. I am still the normal Aaron I was.. I am sorry.. but I want to go home.. (Knarr and Zerena look at each other..) I know you guys love me.. and I love you.. but there is also a my mom on the earth.. who took care of me, who made me who I am today, I can't live without her.

Zerena - I know how you feel Aaron and we want to make your every wish come true.. but if you go there you would trigger an anomaly.

Aaron - Anomaly?

Knarr - Yes, The crystals on Earth are filled with power but inactive because of lack of synergy.. if you return there with this much synergy literally in your veins, you would have to face the consequences.

Aaron - What would happen? Earth won't get destroyed right?!

Zerana - No.. not that much of a catastrophe.. but it will still be challenging.

Aaron - You have every right to be concerned, but I can face them. I am capable! I'm literally a part of you two don't you trust me? Whatever this decision throws on me I will face it. I really wanna go home..(you say teary eyed. Knarr and Zerena look at each other with concern.)

Zerena - Is it okay with you all..? (She asks.. a murmur of echo hits your ears..)

Knarr - Okay then.. (He waves his right hand at the sky as the crystals light up rhythmically, a portal appears overhead.) Go on son..

Aaron - Thanks Father & Mother.. can I hug you?

Zerena - I wish I could Aaron but you would just phase through.. (she floats towards you and plants a kiss on your head.) Take care.

Aaron - Bye mother.. and father.

Knarr - Just a note.. we will always love you.

Aaron - Love you guys too, Ready to go home Marci?

Marci - Ready as I'll ever be.

Aaron - So let's get home.. (you feel an urge of power as you fly through the portal.)

Knarr - Don't worry Zerena we will meet him again.

Zerana - I know.

Author's note: Hope you guys liked it. :) If you see any mistakes please inform me immediately so I can fix it. Next chapter releases on 26th of November.

1 note · View note

smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

Text

Be Kind - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

GIF CREDIT: X

@mandy23b @wltz-bby @happyskywhale #mendotagsquad

Andrew Cody + 65 - “I don’t want you to stop” Requested by @mandy23b

Author’s Note: Was Andrew also the last S/V I finished? Not that he’s the last I posted of either this or those! It’s cuz I really need to focus. Thank you for letting me talk through ideas for your own request Amanda. I know you saw the scenarios as separate, but I think I found a good way to meld them! 😁🙏💙 I hope you enjoy!!

I also hope that the GIF choice is satisfactory! 😉😉 This is the “Gratitude” of this request challenge - there is 12 lines of dialogue. That’s it!

Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine

Premise: Andrew’s never really been the affectionate one, this you know. But it’s starting to get worse, and you’re starting to second guess yourself...

Words: 2494

Warnings: N/A no I really mean it!

______

Wanna believe, wanna believe That you don't have a bad bone in your body But the bruises on your ego make you go wild, wild, wild, yeah Wanna believe, wanna believe That even when you're stone cold, you're sorry Tell me why you gotta be so out of your mind, yeah

I know you're chokin' on your fears Already told you I'm right here I will stay by your side every night

I know you need, I know you need The upper hand even when we aren't fighting 'Cause in the past, you had to prepare every time, yeah Don't wanna leave, don't wanna leave But if you're gonna fight then do it for me I know you're built to love, but broken now, so just try, yeah

I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair Going sick in the head tryna get you there And I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair It's not fair

I don't know why you hide from the one And close your eyes to the one Mess up and lie to the one that you love When you know you can cry to the one Always confide in the one You can be kind to the one that you love

---

The ride was quiet. These days that wasn’t unusual – especially as you and Andrew were the only ones in the car. He could pretend that he was concentrating on driving, and you could pretend you were analysing the job in your mind. Andrew had never really been one to celebrate your success quite like his brothers did, maybe they’d raise a small smile out of him; there’d be an element of ‘joy’ there somewhere and you could revel with them. If they weren’t in the other car heading home then at least they would deflect from the silence a little, even if your own cheer would have been half hearted. He pulled his car into your drive and waited a few moments before shutting the engine off. “Well. We’re home.” “Mhm.” You opened the car door pulling your keys from your pocket, the other boys would meet up with you later and then you’d figure out the split – but they left you and Andrew alone for anything they might assume you’d be doing. Just thinking on that as you unlocked your house made you scoff, as if this man would show you any kind of affection. You didn’t even look back at him as you opened the door and threw your keys onto the counter before taking off up the corridor dejectedly. Andrew closed the door behind him and watched you wander up to the bedroom without looking back. He tipped his head quizzically as you slipped through the door and quickly closed it without a sound. Seconds ticked by and became minutes and Andrew stayed by the door, still staring at the spot you’d disappeared from – listening to nothing but the ticking of the clock, he found himself frowning, maybe you’d be getting changed? Maybe you’d come back and join him – maybe you needed space. But he couldn’t imagine why. You never wanted space after a job, usually you wanted nothing more than to be as close to Andrew as possible. He blinked a few times, frown really setting in as he furrowed his eyebrows; not quite understanding, but knowing he probably didn’t grasp the complexity of emotions enough to ever fully comprehend the way you felt. Andrew took a breath and turned the opposite direction to you – you’d be back, he was sure about that. *** The problem was never the way Andrew was, you knew how he was. Andrew was unresponsive to most forms of affection you showed him. It was easier to wait for him to come to you – truthfully, just a brush against you was enough to know he cared. After all, Andrew was so meticulous you didn’t think he even knew how to do anything ‘accidently’. Usually when a job was over and you were still running an adrenaline high – happy that you’d been successful, and of course that both of you were safe, you liked you celebrate with him. Of course his version of celebration wasn’t to throw a party, but he would accept your happiness. You gave your love to him unconditionally – you didn’t expect much in return from him. After jobs was always a good time to sit with Andrew and cuddle him to you; maybe it was about making sure he really was okay; that you could feel his heartbeat, that if you squeezed him tight and he wasn’t wincing then he wasn’t hurt. That when you brushed your lips over his skin and ran your hands over him you could check for cuts and bruises – perhaps scars that weren’t healing. And whilst you were checking on him, you could also love on him. Andrew usually sat there and let you do whatever you wished; he didn’t stop you, he would hold you, sometimes he’d nuzzle gently against your warm skin, and if you were extremely lucky you might draw something akin to a delicate moan from his lips. But these things were only occasional – and only happened at the best of times. The past few jobs you’d been back from, Andrew hadn’t even wanted to put his arms around you, and more than once he’d simply slipped you from his lap and moved on elsewhere. You were trying not to let it get to you, but it was hard. You knew that his relationship experience was scarce, you knew that Andrew wasn’t wired like everyone else and you accepted that as part and parcel. You loved him anyway. If you were honest you weren’t sure you’d ever loved anyone the way you loved him. But it still hurt when he walked away. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t feel like he was slipping away from you – it was the thing you were most anxious of. You couldn’t lose him – and you didn’t know who he would be without you. It was getting to you now. You felt stupid for even thinking it, yet at the same time, he knew what he could be around you. When you were alone, and it was quiet in the middle of the night Andrew Cody could love you. He could say I love you and yet never need utter a word. His body fit so perfectly with yours that there was no way this could be wrong. He wasn’t who they said he was – but you were afraid that he was acting like it. Maybe you were too much for him. You would understand that, you supposed, if Andrew just said something about it. But he didn’t. If he told you to stop, you would – and you knew Andrew enough to know he was capable of doing so. Maybe as his partner you were supposed to read the signs, maybe he was too polite to tell you because of who you were. It didn’t make sense that he would let you keep doing it after that. Maybe Andrew was undecided – he didn’t know what he wanted. That would make sense, for someone who had never been in this situation enough to really understand himself in a relationship. Still, that communication would allow you to discover together – maybe a little bit of cuddling was okay, but over and over again was too much for his liking? And instead of wanting to tell you to stop he simply left you on the couch. Confusing you wasn’t going to help any situation. Confused and hurt, and maybe even upset – you didn’t want to call yourself angry… or jealous? Your concern was perhaps Andrew felt you were smothering him. His mother certainly did enough of that – and it left you uneasy that you recognised some of your behaviours in her. Andrew never seemed at ease when she was all over him – and you were second guessing if he was really comfortable with you, or if you only thought he was because you wanted him to be. What if he wasn’t? What if this was all your fault? Still he never moved her, never ever, he just let Smurf carry on like it wasn’t an issue, even when it was blatantly obvious to you that it was. And she ignored his body language completely – the unease in his face, the tension cutting across his shoulders and keep his back near dead straight – usually you would have pointed it out, you used to point it out. Yet he was leaving you now and still letting her sit on him, arms around him for hours at a time. What happened Andrew…? Why can’t we be like that? What went wrong? What did I do wrong? All going to their house did now was leave you disheartened; seeing Smurf with him did nothing but pain you more. None of the questions you were asking yourself were good anymore – and you just couldn’t shut them out. Why bother giving Andrew any affection if he didn’t want it? Or was the real question why wouldn’t he let you love him? *** Andrew didn’t knock when he finally decided to wander back up to you. He’d given up sitting and waiting – staring at a blank television screen with nothing but his thoughts was no fun. Something was off, he knew that, and his concern for you compelled him to check in. He paused as soon as the door opened, tilting his head. You were sitting curled up on the bed, knees up, head tucked in, arms around yourself. For half a second Andrew was worried that you were crying; but he’d never seen you cry before. He didn’t think you’d start now – maybe you would, maybe you had been crying; as he listened it was clear that you weren’t anymore. He nudged the door closed with his foot and walked slowly towards you, eyes searching you for every sign you could give him about what was wrong. Andrew sat beside you, but you didn’t move – not even when you could feel his eyes on you; possibly not quite as an intense stare as you were used to. You weren’t ready to raise your eyes to him yet. You heard him take a deep breath, and the way he shuffled to get more comfortable on the bed; his arm brushed yours – which was just about as significant as he could get. You’d only just reminded yourself; Andrew didn’t do accidental. He drew his eyes around the room, as if the answers he sought might be here. Andrew knew better than that; he would only get solutions from you – so he settled them back on your form. “Y/N.” You lifted your head to him; looking more perplexed that he would even be here, than willing to talk to him. Andrew was relieved that you didn’t look upset – even more so that you didn’t seem to have been crying. All you gave him was silence, and he swallowed. “Talk to me.” Your eyes left his and you hugged your knees closer, resting your chin on them – you weren’t sure what you could say. Right now a million emotions were chasing themselves around your head, you didn’t want to talk at the moment that the wrong one was surfacing and get angry at him. You also didn’t want to show him that he could get to you; although you supposed it was fairly obvious by now. Faced with yet more silence Andrew tipped his head; talking wasn’t exactly his forte – but it seemed like he’d have to take the lead here. “You didn’t come and sit with me… you haven’t for the last couple of jobs we’ve worked. Why?” You noticed that ‘sit’ was the word he used, as if you’d just be sitting together like this. The bluntness of his words was fairly usual, yet they hit you differently today. Part of you wished he’d never asked. Did he not realise? You slid your knees down but still didn’t look at him. You couldn’t hold that stare for long; “You want me to stop. You can’t want me to do this, or you’d be more responsive.” Andrew drew back slightly, slow blinking. Is that what you thought? You knew him better than that, you must have known him better than that. “I just…” you opted to continue, with a shrug, “I wanted to give you space.” Andrew shook his head firmly, and his hand reached for yours. It might not have been PDA, but it was a deliberate display of affection and your eyes shot back to meet his. The blue was still intense, but the confused panic behind that beautiful colour was foreign; “I don’t want you to stop.” His voice remained firm, more like a command. You bit your lip, and despite the fact that you were fighting how upset you were, you laced your fingers with his – craving the intimacy Andrew was giving you. You held his hand tight – never wanting to let him go; “But it hurts, and I know it’s hard for you, but it just hurts…” He was never going to be the kind of man who treated you the same way you’d seen your friend’s boyfriends treat them. You knew that; but there was a difference between his stoic affections and not responding at all. And currently even Andrew must see that he’s the latter. “Do you not understand?” He leant forward, touching his forehead to yours, “You think I mind this? From you? I know you’ll respect my space when I need it…” His free hand cupped your face and he gently moved you to look into his eyes again, “What I get from you is exactly what I need. When I need it.” Andrew’s head dipped again, and his voice softened; “You know me. You know you know me.” “I know.” You agreed, “I just can’t lose you, Andrew. And sometimes I worry that I will.” His eyes searched yours in the elongated silence. You won’t stopped before it managed to leave his lips, because Andrew was once more trying to figure out the way your brain was processing his actions. Instead he said nothing, but you weren’t sure he really needed to. Andrew’s nonverbal’s were his better form of communication; and his thumb continued to brush over your cheek. “I’m-” He shook his head before you could say another word, hand moving from your face to your shoulder, pulling your body into his. You gasped, feeling your eyes begin to smart. Squeezing them firmly shut to stop tears from falling, you wound your arms around him and held him close, and so tight. Burying your face in Andrew’s neck you inhaled his scent and your fingers dug into his shirt, attempting to pull him into you as if it was possible for him to be closer. Andrew placed a hand to the back of your head, resting his head against yours you could feel his breaths cross your skin. You brought your legs up, sitting halfway on the bed and half on him as you snuggled further into his body, placing a single kiss to his collarbone. You wouldn’t put yourself all over him today – not until he asked it of you. Andrew let out a soft sound; akin to a laugh but as far as you could get from the real thing. His arms held you a little stronger than they had before, proving to you that he was here, that Andrew was just as invested in this embrace as you were. His breathing was relaxed, and there was no tension running through his body as you held him – Andrew had let his guard down with you, if only for a little. With you was the one place he could; the one place he allowed himself to. Here in your arms he could be comfortable and warm – and make sure that you were too. You shouldn’t have to worry. He’d never leave, Andrew couldn’t leave. Because he loved you… he loves you. More than anything. Even if he couldn’t say it; Andrew Cody was glad that sometimes, at least, he could show you. ---

9/16 - A’right! It’s countdown time!!

Thank you for reading! 💙

This man has served me pretty well since March, I have to say... And according to my draft forecast, you haven’t seen the last of him 😉

#If you made it through the ropey introductory paragraphs where every other word is /door/ congrats! You made it to the good stuff!#Andrew Cody #Ben Mendelsohn #Animal Kingdom #Andrew Pope Cody #Andrew Cody x Reader #Linzi Writes #Linzi Writes Requests #Smol Bean Drabbles #162 #Honestly if you know me and Andrew you probably know I slipped up at LEAST once #And I know the EXACT line that he's suddenly Shawn for 0.2 seconds #But fuck it. It's as close as we're getting #OH MY GOD can I just... this GIF!? This entire scene is BASICALLY my favourite for Andrew. I just...#I always commended the show for making this scene and entire freakin' plot thread #B U T It's that /look/ oh my G O D. I just... It's my favourite Andrew gif - and I really wish I hadn't wasted it on my very first piece #But you live and Learn and you get pieces based around your favourite gif and use those instead! :)#And Amanda you also picked this one out on your list! :D #You know I always get nervous with your requests hun - especially with Andrew - so I really hope you enjoy this one..!#Thank you for always being so patient with me #Babe I chose this /long/ before our conversation this evening but it hits a little different now. I love you. Never forget that.

41 notes · View notes