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Chosen by Eywa - Crossing the Bridge - Chapter 4

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contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn

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a/n: i know i haven't updated in two weeks, but it was only due to the circumstances. like i promised, i will have another chapter out during the week, bc i'm so happy that i got my visa and went to my concert, so stay stuned, babies. i hope you still like this series and will keep reading T.T

It was awkward. The way Neteyam stood in front of the tent, hesitating to walk in to avoid drawing the attention of the other healers. Awkward, how he had to shift his weight from one foot to the other every few minutes because everyone, except her, had caught sight of the future Olo'eyktan at some point. And it took Kiri to finally shove her so forcefully to look up from her task, that Y/N almost fell face first onto the ground.

The whole intention of spending time together away from the High Camp was to avoid the attention and the murmurs of the villagers about them. More importantly, to avoid running into Kaye and his new mate. But the moment their ikrans touched down in the forest, far away from the prying eyes, the pressure of performing got replaced with an uncomfortable tension. And neither Y/N nor Neteyam knew how to close that gap between them. How come weaving mats in a healing tent seemed to be easier and less stressful than taking a stroll in the lush forest of Pandora?

“Say something, show her the real Neteyam,” Neteyam muttered to himself, trailing awkwardly behind Y/N.

She, immersed in her own thoughts, walked ahead without a clear direction, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her loincloth. Neteyam desperately tried searching for an opening to deliver, and took a few larger strides not to fall behind too far.

“So… how was your day?” he finally mustered the courage to ask.

Y/N paused in her tracks, glancing back at him with a small frown, as if she couldn’t quite make out the words he said. Neteyam stopped walking too, waiting for a response.

“The usual. Lessons,” her voice lacked any enthusiasm that could have encouraged him to go on.

“Good,” Neteyam nodded, trying to offer something else in return, “I’ve had training today.”

“How was it?”

“The usual,” he repeated Y/N’s words with an ironic snicker, recalling his morning, “It’s either getting beaten up by your fake opponents, or by the actual bad guys. Today was the pretend one.”

He shrugged to complete his explanation, something that he had borrowed from his brother whenever he made a joke, as if to give his words a humorous meaning. And though they were quite ghastly, it coaxed a small chuckle out of Y/N. Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sound with a flicker of delightful surprise. He made her smile.

“Well, you look alright for someone who got beaten up,” Y/N gestured at his woundless body, her canines peeking out.

“I’d have to turn that compliment down, since I didn’t get beaten up today,” Neteyam smirked, “You should have seen the other guy.”

“Oh, is that so? That’s always the case with you?”

“No, I get beaten up too sometimes… though not as often,” he shrugged again, this time releasing the pressure of performing, as he admitted to a vulnerability that most warriors wouldn’t, “And even when I do, I don’t worry about that stuff.”

“Why not?” Y/N’s ears perked up in curiosity.

“Well, let’s see…” Neteyam bit back a smile, pretending to be thinking about his answer, “I have a grandmother for Tsahik, my mother used to be the tsakarem, now my sister is a tsakarem,” he paused, hesitating to add, “And my destined mate is training under the guidance of the Tsahik. So, I think I’m in good hands.”

“Right,” Y/N snorted at the comment, and for a moment Neteyam thought that he might have crossed the line his father kept telling him about, but once she turned away from him to continue walking, he noticed a ghost of a smile on her lips, and that was enough of a confirmation to send his heart into a rapid beat.

Neteyam wasn’t even sure why the reaction made him suddenly giddy but it felt like a small victory he could showcase, if his family expresses any interest in his progress with Y/N. And as he continued to trail behind her, though they mostly remained in silence, the atmosphere seemed to ease.

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“It’s okay, Y/N, let’s switch,” Kiri’s tight grip on Y/N’s arm brought her back into reality.

Y/N stood awkwardly a few steps away from the two warriors in front of her - one, who looked at her with guilt but still some lingering warmth in his eyes, and the other - who studied her earnestly, looking for any signs of discomfort, as if he could make them vanish. Kiri, who was only a moment ago treating her brother, was quick to read the situation and attempted her best to resolve it. Everything just unraveled so fast, the way the group of warriors stumbled into the tent for the first time in days, seemingly wounded after an encounter with the sky people.

Since they were practically regulars at the tent, each warrior was used to being treated by the same one or two healers, and everyone found their places right away. Kiri too, without a second thought, was immediately grabbing her older brother and getting to work. Which left Y/N standing in front of Kaye, according to the unspoken habit that had developed over the past months. Kaye had a gash across his chest that needed close inspection, but Y/N couldn’t really move, as if her feet were suddenly glued to the ground, weighed down.

Neteyam, of course, watched the scene unravel before him, but he couldn’t do much but just contain himself from making a bigger deal out of it for the whole tent to see. His eyes darted around the room, searching for his grandmother, who perhaps could help Kaye instead, but Mo’at was already busy with placing stitches on another warrior’s thigh, and it would take a while before she would be free.

“It’s alright, I can wait for somebody else to -” Kaye cleared his throat, raising his palms in the air, as if to prevent the switch up, but Kiri simply ignored him, already nudging Y/N to the side.

“That looks bad, you need to take care of it,” Neteyam gestured at Kaye’s chest with much discontent, as if acknowledging the truth made him cringe.

Defeated, Kaye stopped disagreeing, the sting of the wound was only getting more painful when he spoke, and to be quite honest, he couldn’t wait. Y/N’s expression remained stone cold, as she watched Kiri lead Kaye to the other side of the tent. Neteyam pressed his lips into a thin line, watching them two, his irritation finally starting to seep away, the farther they got. He was almost caught off guard, when he felt a pair of cold hands against his skin.

Y/N silently kneeled in front of him, starting to treat the small scraps over his arms and shoulders. Her expression was unwavering, as if nothing had happened, and he wondered what she was really thinking about. Was this the first time she saw Kaye after their fight?

“Stop staring,” Y/N mumbled, without looking up at him, while her hands still worked their healing magic.

Neteyam shook his head to deny her request, and continued to watch her every move intently. Irritated, she hooked a finger under his chin and forcefully turned his head to the side, so that he was met with the tent wall. He chuckled weakly at the gesture but kept the new position.

“You can take a breather, you know? I’m not dying, I can wait,” he suggested.

Y/N paused to stare at the side of his face for a moment, giving him a false sense of actually contemplating his offer. Of course, she was going to turn it down, there was no way she could’ve just walked out of the tent. The scolding she’d get from Mo’at wasn’t worth it.

“I can’t,” Y/N pretended to be unbothered, her hands continuing to work over his forearm, where a few smaller cuts were in need of a soothing balm.

“Why not? I won’t mind,” Neteyam turned his face again to look at her.

“Because I can’t leave my destined mate unattended, can I?” Y/N's voice dripped with irony, and she couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at him, searching for a reaction.

Neteyam's frown deepened, caught off guard by the repetition of his own words. Was that a bad slip? Maybe she took what he said in a way where Neteyam only valued Y/N for her skills, rather than her as a person. Disappointed with himself, he shook his head and then gently covered her hands with his own, halting their movements.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it that way," Neteyam's voice was low, and he waited patiently for her to meet his gaze before continuing, "This... it doesn't matter. I was just kidding. Go on, and take a breather if you need one."

“I know, Neteyam, I was only teasing,” the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement.

For a fleeting moment, Y/N allowed herself to forget that the love of her life was sitting and watching her from across the room. It felt exhilarating to indulge in the playful banter, teasing Neteyam and pretending that they were a blissful couple, free from the weight of their responsibilities.

“You’re teasing,” he breathed out with relief, “Oh… good.”

“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “And obviously I can’t just take a break right now. Your grandmother will kill me.”

As Y/N returned to tending his scrapes and cuts, Neteyam bit his cheek, thinking for a moment. A sudden surge of courage coursed through him, and he made a decision, quickly standing up and pulling her gently to her feet. His hand found hers, and the movement surely caught the attention of those around them but Neteyam only shrugged, his eyes on Y/N. She was confused, and she couldn't help but glance nervously at Kaye, who had been watching the whole interaction with unease.

“Let’s go,” Neteyam’s thick-accented voice grabbed her attention once more, and without waiting for an answer, he was already walking out of the tent, leading her by the hand with him.

Y/N had little time to react, on the way out, her eyes caught a sight of Mo’at, who shook her head at the interruption and returned back to her task.

“Neteyam,” Y/N hissed embarrassed, but his grip on her, though gentle, remained unmoving.

“My grandmother won’t kill you, if I’m coming with you,” he explained, without even glancing back at her.

“You’re coming with me? Where?” Y/N’s nose scrunched up in confusion.

“Wherever you want.”

Neteyam was never one to protest the rules. Lo’ak liked to tease him about it and call him a “goody-two-shoes,” but Neteyam was too focused on excelling rather than getting offended by his brother’s weak insults. But he also never had enough motivation to disobey. Breaking the rules only brought trouble, and after careful consideration, Neteyam had never deemed it worthwhile. But here, now, as he led Y/N away from her responsibilities to offer her a moment of peace, he decided that it was for a good reason. That it wouldn’t matter if his grandmother got mad at them and he would take the blame anyway, since he initiated it. But if it meant that she didn’t have to keep working while her past lover gawked at her, then maybe it was worth it.

When they were finally away from the tent, Y/N stood right in front of him, their hands still intertwined. Despite trying to stare down at his much bigger frame with disapproval, there were traces of gratitude in her eyes. Her tail swished with excitement, thinking of how great it felt to abandon her day’s duties and just be left alone.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying an earnest tone.

"No need to thank me," Neteyam squeezed her hand, "My mother always reminds me that those who care of others also deserve care in return. I tend to forget it at times, but she's right."

He tugged at her hand once more, his gaze already wandering off to somewhere else. Without hesitation, Y/N willingly trailed behind him along the narrow path that meandered through the Hallelujah Mountains. Neteyam's grasp on her hand remained firm all throughout, neither of them sure if it was to guide her safely or simply to reassure her with his presence.

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Walks with Neteyam had shifted from being an obligation to somewhat of an entertainment. They still didn’t speak much, finding peace in the quiet companionship, as they wandered through the forest, away from the eyes of the clan. In those moments, Y/N stopped feeling the pressure of pretending to be happy about her impending union with the future chief, while Neteyam was happy to reconnect with the forest. Since the relocation of the clan to the Hallelujah Mountains, his time in the forest was limited to missions or overseeing his siblings, never to revisiting his past and his roots.

And while to Y/N, this relationship had evolved into a strong foundation for friendship, Neteyam struggled with his growing protectiveness over her. It felt like she might crumble if he wasn't there to watch over, and the mere mention of her past could be her breaking point. These thoughts consumed Neteyam's restless mind, keeping him awake at night. Alongside with them, his frustration towards Kaye and the lack of respect, fueled his anger, as he delivered another forceful hit to his pretend opponent. Was it genuine protectiveness he harbored for Y/N, or was it simply his frustration with Kaye's behavior? Neteyam felt like a hypocrite.

The future chief groaned in frustration, delivering another calculated strike, disarming his opponent, Kaye. But his anger and irritation were blinding, making Neteyam lose his focus, not necessarily in his movements but within the depths of his mind. He couldn’t stop the attacks.

Kaye fell into his parents’ trap and mated with a woman of their choosing. Yet, he seemed content with their decision and he had no trouble leaving Y/N behind. Did he ever even love her, or was he simply leading her on all that time? Either way, Kaye had moved on, and Neteyam had to be the one who watched Y/N try to deal with the fact.

Another powerful shove, and Neteyam swiftly toppled his opponent, sending him sprawling onto his back. His spear was aimed threateningly, directly at the vulnerable spot beneath Kaye's throat. Kaye’s eyes widened in fear, as for a fleeting moment, it seemed like Neteyam might not stop. He immediately lowered his ears in a gesture of submission to the future Olo’eyktan.

“Neteyam, that’s enough,” Jake's voice cut through, jolting Neteyam back to reality.

With an almost aggressive shake of a head, as if trying to force away the nagging thoughts, Neteyam took a step back and lowered his spear. The fight was clearly over and he was the winner, but it barely even felt like a victory.

Neteyam exchanged a look with his father, who was confused with his son’s behavior. To Jake, Neteyam was one of his best warriors, always in control of his emotions and precise with his movements, and it was rare that he got to witness him being overtaken with anger. With a loud sigh, Neteyam still complied with the unspoken rule within the camp and extended his hand to his opponent to pull him to his feet.

Oblivious to the fact that the fight was twice as violent because Neteyam had developed a personal vendetta against him, or perhaps he only chose to be ignorant of it, Kaye offered a small, appreciative smile in response to the extended hand, accepting the help. He dusted off his back and thighs, and before Neteyam could sign a goodbye and leave, Kaye quickly moved to stand in his way.

“I need to talk to Y/N,” he announced, forcing Neteyam to stop in his tracks, “You must see her, right?”

Neteyam clenched his jaw, struggling to contain the anger that still hasn’t died down from the fight. Just when he started to get the things moving for himself and Y/N, just when it seemed like Kaye wouldn’t hurt her anymore, he was suddenly wanting to talk to her? She wouldn’t hide if she wanted to see Kaye, would she?

“I think it’s safe to say that she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Neteyam’s voice trembled slightly, “If I were you, I would have kept my distance. Just like you've grown accustomed to doing over the years.”

“Ouch, I guess I deserved that,” Kaye winced at the comment, “Listen, I am truly sorry for the way things turned out but I never meant to hurt her. I just want to apologize.”

Neteyam simply shook his head, indicating that the explanation fell short of convincing him. If Kaye wanted to speak to Y/N, it would only be on her terms, Neteyam certainly wasn’t going to take part in helping him.

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Y/N sat in front of the healing tent in silence, the small wrinkle in between her eyebrows was turning deeper within each passing minute. She was annoyed with Neteyam, who didn’t show up, but mostly she was annoyed with herself for still being there and waiting for him. Her lesson had ended long ago, their usual routine of going for a walk right after was simply abandoned, and Neteyam was nowhere to be found. She knew that he came home a few hours ago, when she heard the shouts of the warriors, and some even came in for a check-up at the tent. So, if he was safe, it puzzled her why he hadn't come. Did he seize an opportunity and forget to warn her not to wait?

She shouldn’t be annoyed though. Wasn’t this exactly what she wished for? To spend less time with him, to be left alone. But it didn’t feel like a win at all, just a let-down. The times when Kaye would sometimes stand her up floated her mind with insecurity. Though it didn’t happen often, she got hurt deeply every time. No amount of apologies from Kaye could ever help her overcome the fear of him simply not showing up one day and giving up on her completely.

Shaking her head, disappointed with herself for wasting time, she stood up, ready to leave. To her surprise, just as she rose, Neteyam appeared right in front of her.

"You waited," he uttered softly, a mix of confusion and gratitude in his voice.

“You made me wait,” she retorted, her irritation impossible to hide as her eyes bore into his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Neteyam raised his palms in the air, offering a defeat.

And that’s when Y/N noticed it. Before she could unleash the angry words she had rehearsed in her mind for the past hour, or fully grasp the tinge of pain in his voice, her eyes caught sight of something. A streak of red smeared across Neteyam's forearms, clumsily wiped but not enough to be completely rid of. Almost as if he tried taking care of it himself and failed miserably. Her amber eyes swiftly traced the path of the color, trailing from his ribcage and vanishing around his body, and without a word she circled him, to find his back, covered in awkwardly arranged leaves. She guessed that Neteyam had placed them himself, since some of the wounds were only partially covered, and there was dried off blood all over his skin.

“Neteyam, what the hell happened to you?” Y/N asked, her eyes turning bigger in shock. How long has he been in pain? Why didn’t he come to the healing tent and get it treated? Her mind was flooded with questions.

“It’s nothing,” he mumbled, turning around to face her, though his expression was painted with guilt, “Just a few scratches.”

“These are not just scratches, they look horrible,” Y/N gestured at him once more, “Why didn’t you come to your grandmother? You came home hours ago, no?”

Neteyam flinched at her words. They held the truth, but he didn't want to admit it. There was something embarrassing about getting that many wounds on his back. It meant he hadn't noticed the enemy behind him, which also signified his lack of attentiveness. But how could he pay attention when his whole reality was shifting around him? Neteyam took a step away from her, trying to force a small smile.

“Since you had to wait for so long, let’s go on that walk now, hm? I’ll try to make it up to you,” he tried nonchalantly.

But Y/N was quick to close the distance between him. She grasped his hand and without a word pulled him into the healing tent. Once inside, she gestured for Neteyam to take a seat on one of the rarely used old wooden chairs, thinking that being on her feet would be more convenient when treating his back.

“Seriously, I am okay, we can still go on that walk,” Neteyam tried to reason, but she was already hissing at him in annoyance to stop talking.

His ears lowered in defeat, which he desperately didn’t want to accept, but also secretly had craved. Because even though Neteyam was used to being the one taking care of others, it felt like a sun on his skin, knowing that somebody else was there for him. And he could tell she was mad just by the way she treated him with silence, but the anger was coming from a place of caring.

The wounds he bore were throbbing with pain, located in a difficult-to-reach place. Neteyam hadn't intended to be late; it simply took him longer than expected to dress his injuries. Yet, his heart fluttered with a mixture of relief and gratitude when he spotted Y/N still seated in front of the healing tent, patiently waiting for him. She could have easily left hours ago, so why did she choose to stay?

“You have a whole family of healers, why didn’t you just ask them for help? Why didn’t you ask me?” Y/N sighed.

Neteyam's ears twitched at the touch, a subtle response to the gentleness of her fingers on his back. Soon, the leaf bandages he had grown weary of were being carefully removed, and as she worked, a wave of empathy flowed through her, her tone turning into a softer, more understanding one.

“I know that there is some kind of pride that comes with being the Olo’eyktan’s son, and also this pressure of being perfect and never showing your vulnerabilities. But when you get hurt, Neteyam, none of it should matter.”

“I know, you’re right,” Neteyam admitted guiltily, hanging his head, “I just…”

Y/N tsksed at the incomplete explanation with discontent, taking off the last bandage. Now, fully exposed, Neteyam’s back was covered in multiple gashes arranged at sharp angles around his spine. Fortunately, they hadn't pierced deep enough to cause nerve damage, which meant that Neteyam was quick to react. A damp cloth grazed his skin as Y/N gently wiped away the brown stains of the dried off blood.

“Whether we like it or not, we are a team now,” she continued after a pause, “So you can rely on me.”

He nodded, even though he couldn't see her face. There was a sincerity in her words, something different from before. It didn't feel like mere obligation; it felt like she genuinely meant it, like she truly wanted him to rely on her.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

His earpiece suddenly crackled to life, interrupting the moment, and Neteyam immediately tensed up at the sound of his father’s worried voice. He sat up, and pressed a finger to his wired necklace, speaking into it.

“I am safe, dad, what happened?” Neteyam questioned.

Worried, and unable to hear Jake’s voice on the other end, Y/N quickly came in front of Neteyam, searching his face for clues of what was happening. The future Olo’eyktan seemed to grow more concerned, as he remained quiet to hear his father.

“What is it?” Y/N whispered impatiently, and then she felt it.

Y/N's stomach plummeted as she observed the transformation of Neteyam's expression. What was initially concern now gave way to a haunting mix of guilt and remorse. It was as if he carried the weight of something deeply troubling, something that was unfixable, probably too difficult to say out loud.

“How many of them?” Neteyam spoke again, his eyes still glued to Y/N’s, “And who exactly got shot?”

It felt like the world around her came to a stop, as in these seconds of waiting, Y/N had imagined hundreds of scenarios running through her head. And it could be anything, but the way Neteyam rose to his feet in a hurry, she feared that the worst one was coming to life.

“Is it him?” Y/N’s voice cracked, and Neteyam nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“It is Kaye.”

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blueparadis · 2 years

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Mikey and the reader inside a toman meeting however mikey has a vibrator remote in his pocket teasing you while ur struggling to keep ur moans in pls!!

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Accident, Coincidence or a miracle.

Mikey didn't know which one would be the most appropriate word for this situation. For him, this was just a game. This meeting wasn't in his schedule. His schedule was full of trying out new things with his beautiful wife, y/n.

But unfortunately, Kisaki and Hanma dropped by to update the status of the dealings up in the north. The others had to join. In a moment of such haste, Mikey slipped the controller of the vibrator into his pocket; a little mistake.

Boredom crept into his skin as the clock kept ticking. It was almost more than thirty minutes, he was getting restless with each tick of the clock. You could tell by the way his pitch-black pupils were switching from Kisaki to the clock and then finally to you.

Mikey is a very private man but when you appeared in your thin silk gown to serve snacks and tea he couldn't help but notice your pebbled nipples and ask you to sit in the meeting. Hanma didn't miss the glint in Mikey's eyes when you looked at him and smiled. And Kisaki? he knew Mikey was happy, even though Kisaki thought of this marriage as a peace-keeping alliance.

You sat in front of the three men, opposite Kisaki and beside Hanma; away from your husband's mischievous range. There was Takemichi, Chifuyu, Hakkai. A room full of men discussing such urgent affairs of business yet Mikey's rapt attention was only on you. Sometimes, Kisaki regretted convincing Mikey to get married.

And, no man in the world could resist the charms of a freshly bloomed flower. The aroma of your body, the tenderness of your soft skin — Mikey couldn't wait to deflower you, to fuck you in all positions so that his is the only name that seeps into your soul.

Of all times, Kisaki had to turn up now when he was having heavenly moments with his wife. He slipped his hands into his pocket and bingo. Realization struck him but he pondered if you'd like it or not. There was only one way to find out.

As soon as he switched on the controller, your eyes widened since you realized that you forgot to take it off before coming here. It was momentary but it was there. An eye contact. He turned it off immediately.

He hasn't touched you properly, the way you wanted, not even on your wedding night. He said that he wanted to take it slow but the way he stared at you during meetings and dinners you knew he craved you just as much as you did.

You left your seat and with quick short steps, you walked towards him. As you sat beside him, his arm went over the headrest brushing your nape. His other hand went inside the pocket. You crossed your legs waiting to feel the same heat coiling inside your tummy again. But the wait was getting longer. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

Mikey took your palm playfully and intertwined his fingers with yours as Hanma kept talking. He shot you an odd look, a look that sought permission as well as submission. Your abrupt gasp was loud enough to draw everyone's attention and make Hanma pause.

“You ’kay love?”, Mikey gawked at your cherry-tainted cheeks as you nod rashly.

“Hanma, continue. I think Kisaki's proposal would be easy to execute...

His voice became slurred as he raised the regulator of the controller. The vibrator inside you wasn't that audible. It was masked by the voices of those males in the room but you felt that everyone could hear it, hear you, watch your slightest irregularity in your behavior.

Mikey was blithely sitting. The only thing he did was to pull you a little close to his body as you struggled to keep yourself steady, as you licked and bit your lips constantly to keep your voice down. You crossed your legs keeping the interlaced hands intact.

While everyone was voicing their opinions and discussing Mikey leaned to whisper. “you’re strong.”, cheking you out, your feeble body as he eyed your grip on his hand.

“please...stop...it”, your other hand kept tapping on the smooth skin of the sofa.

“but you're enjoying this aren't you?”, Mikey leaned closer and turned his head slightly away from the view of all his subordinates.

“I can see it!”, he trailed placing a soft dry kiss on the nook of your nape.

Your eyes searched every pair that was present in the room until you noticed Matsuno’s emerald eyes noticing your uneasiness.

“Mike...”, you mumbled too meekly for it to reach him.

“Hanma, it's nearly eight. We've another briefing to do.”Chifuyu cleared his throat.

Hanma’s skeptical stare fell on you and he immediately picked up the cue.

“Dismissed already?”, Mikey asked with an amused look as your grip on his palm became hard , strong enough to leave marks on his palm. The fingertips that pressed against eacthother seemed like tiny rose buds.

“Well, we all have someone waiting for us at home”, Hanma mused as he left the room. The door clicked and Mikey immediately shifted you onto his lap in a very swift motion.

“Just hold on to me, a-all right y/n?”, he muttered as he kept the controller beside him where you were seated a moment ago. The leather sofa glistened with your arousal yet the controller had two more ups to reach.

“Mike...please... no more. ”, he seemed offended by your plea but he simply smiled. Anchoring an arm around your waist his other hand went towards the remote. Your eyes flared in excitement as he increased it up to the highest limit.

“It’s okay... it's ’okay I'm right here”, he whispered against your ears as you tightly wrapped your arms around him in a flash.

He was hard. His tip was slick alone from watching you cum on his lap. He landed a sharp hit on your ass cheek over the cloth making you moan loud enough to reach the whole base.

He wanted you, wanted you to crave for him but a little birdie like you didn't had any idea of the nectar, let alone ask for it. Mikey was becoming restless but when you declined to let go of him his hands slipped under your dress.

Mikey pulled your flushed body against his silencing your moans with a fervent kiss while his cock rubbed against your clit. His hands clamped your under thighs as he made you glide against him, making you cum right away.

He pulled away from the kiss with a pop. His eyes bored into you as you slowly adjusted yourself to look at him.

“told you it's okay.” you nodded. Biting your lip you coyly exclaimed, “I wa- want this", your hand grazed his aroused length, “you.” making his shudder.

Mikey placed you on the tabletop saying, "we need to eat love. I'm hungry.” pinching your nose.

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wildrangers · 2 years

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The Moon & Her Sun // Josh Kiszka {4}

Chapter Four // The Lovers

Josh Kiszka x fem! musician reader

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Hi y'all! This will be a multi-part, slow burn story so buckle up. Also, the titles will be very tarot-based but I am by no means an expert.

Warnings: SMUT (oral f&m receiving, protected sex), swearing, drinking

*18+ only, Minors DNI; seriously this chapter is almost exclusively filth*

You spent the rest of the day bouncing from stage to stage, taking in as many shows as you could. Josh stuck by your side the whole time, even when you went to see musicians you knew he wasn’t a huge fan of—like the current show you were waiting to get started.

“Josh, I appreciate what you’re doing but you really don’t have to stay with me, I know you don’t like this band.”

“Well, that’s not totally true, they’re alright, I guess” he fibbed.

“Joshua. Every time their songs come up on my playlist you change it, even if you’re in a different room. Seriously, you can go see another show if you want, I’m totally fine now.”

Despite your assurances, he shook his head as he replied, “And I’m fine too. I just feel better staying with you, okay? I know I couldn’t do much if he tried something but I’d be stressed otherwise. Can we drop it?” he asked, his cheeks pink-tinged.

“Sure, consider it dropped” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Can I at least get you another drink for your trouble?”

“You’re not a trouble but I will take another one of whatever you just had, it tasted exquisite” he smiled, pinching your hip lightly as you turned to go.

“Don’t make me change my mind Kiszka!” you called over your shoulder, drawing another laugh from him. You pulled out your phone as you waited in line, sighing at all the texts from your bandmates that had poured in since one of the boys had filled them in on the Max situation. The news had sent them all into a tizzy, which you understood, but you now kept having to stress you were okay. A little shaken up, but okay—plus, that’s where the drinks came in. Staying a bit buzzed was keeping the nerves at bay and as much as you teased Josh, you were grateful for the company.

You finally made your way to the front, ordering 4 drinks so you wouldn’t have to wait on the long line again. As you climbed up the stairs, Josh met you at the top, grabbing two glasses as he shook his head at you. “We’re double-fisting drinks now, Y/N/N?” he laughed, sipping his drink.

“Unless you want to wait on another long-ass line, yes” you replied, rolling your eyes. He set the two extras to the side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the band finally began their set. You contentedly sang along, quickly finishing your drinks as the band played through their set. You cheered, jumping up and down as the starting notes of your favorite song began.

Josh pulled you back into his chest so you could hear him better over the music, “I do have to admit I like this one. I even let you play it sometimes.”

“Well then dance with me, Joshy” you replied, grinding your backside into him suggestively. It was too loud to hear the sharp intake of his breath but you felt it. You smirked before he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush into his chest. One of your hands rested on his forearm while the other looped behind you, fingers tangling in his curls as you two began dancing against one another.

The feel of him pressed against you was intoxicating and you let yourself get lost in the simple pleasure of him. His head stayed buried in your neck as you danced against him, singing along to the song as you felt him start to harden against you. The promise of what could happen if you just let go for once was overpowering your normal doubts and trepidation.

You definitely weren’t drunk but you didn’t think you’d have the guts to say this without some liquid courage: “Want to head back to the hotel?”

Josh paused his dancing, turning you around so he could look you in the eye. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Really, dad?” you half-joked, fidgeting nervously in his arms. His hesitation was sobering you up by the second—maybe you’d waited too long to make a move.

“Yes, really. And wipe that look off your face, I obviously still want you. I just don’t want to do this if you drank too much because you’re upset over the Max thing, which I would totally understa—”

You shut him up by pressing your lips to his, pulling him flush against you. Your heart soared as he returned the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips. Your body felt like it was on fire as your tongues explored each other before you finally pulled away, desperate for air. Josh still had his eyes closed, forehead resting on yours.

“Wow” he mumbled, a soft smile lighting up his face, making your heart flutter.

“I appreciate your concern but I am more than capable of making a decision. Also, if you mention that fucker’s name one more time, I’m calling this off.”

***

Josh’s thoughts were fuzzy as you pulled him down the hallway towards your hotel room. He had barely had anything to drink that evening but he was absolutely intoxicated by the thought of what was about to happen. Still, he had a nervous pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite get rid of—that maybe you would regret this in the morning, maybe you weren’t in the best place to make this decision. But you had made it plenty clear side stage that you wanted this, so who was he to project his worries onto you?

Josh returned to the present moment as he heard your door beep and you quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him in behind you. Your lips found his as soon as the door clicked shut and he felt his breath pulled away from him as you dragged him towards your bed. His hands slipped under your shirt, desperate to touch your skin as your lips crashed together.

You giggled as you fell back onto the bed, pulling him with you. He took the pause to pull away enough to place gentle kisses along your neck, drawing a soft moan from you as he sucked just below your earlobe. He felt your hands eagerly tugging at his shirt and he moved back enough for you to yank it off. As he lost himself in the taste of you, you two quickly shed the rest of your clothes. His lips eagerly found your chest once he’d removed your bra, sucking lightly, drawing heavy sighs from your mouth. He switched to your other breast before trailing kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear.

He paused then, fighting between his urges and his feelings. His eyes met yours and, seeming to sense his hesitation, you pulled him up to you, placing gentle kisses on his face. “Say whatever you need to say Josh.”

“I just need to know what we’re doing here. Because if we do this, I want the whole thing, Y/N. I know I said I’d be happy with whatever you gave me but so much has changed over the last month or so—if we do this, I want all of you. Do you understand?” he asked, eyes desperately searching yours.

***

“I’m yours Josh. All of me. Everything.”

It was apparently all he needed to hear. He placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before quickly removing your underwear, settling between your thighs, “Beautiful” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss to your center.

You tightened your fingers in his curls, desperate for more, and he quickly plunged a finger inside you. You felt his hot breath as he groaned against you before adding another finger once he realized how wet you were for him. Your back arched as his curled fingers found your spot just as his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue deftly stroking.

“Fuck, Josh” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. As he continued working you with his tongue and fingers you felt yourself approaching a climax embarrassingly quickly. But this was months of tension and waiting, so you didn’t hold back as his third finger quickly sent you tumbling over the edge, screaming his name.

“Eager for me, huh, mama?” he smirked as he looked up at you. Normally, you’d argue back with some quick remark but you were desperate in this moment, frantic to get more, more, more of him. You pulled him up to your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips. You quickly flipped him over, not breaking the kiss as your hands moved down to palm him over his boxers. He groaned into your mouth, hips bucking up to meet your hand.

“Who’s eager now, huh, Joshua?” you murmured against his lips before kissing your way down his torso, finally removing his boxers. You felt yourself dampen further as you took in his thickness. You ran a tentative thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum gathered there.

“Fuck, please, Y/N” he gasped out beneath you, drawing your eyes up to his. His pupils were blown out in pleasure and the sight excited you.

“Please, what Joshua?” you asked coyly, placing a gentle kiss to his tip as your hands swept down the length of him.

“Please taste me, please” he begged. You gently stroked him, tilting your head as if in thought before running your tongue along the underside of his cock drawing a loud groan from him. “Thank you, thank you, fuck.”

You smirked at his enthusiasm, quickly taking his tip fully into your mouth, sucking roughly before bobbing your head down. You only stopped once your nose hit his stomach and his hands held you there as more groans and curses fell from his mouth. You pulled back with a pop, looking him directly in the eye, “Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked, never breaking the rhythm of your hand.

“It feels so fucking good baby” he panted, hips bucking up to meet each stroke. “But I think your pussy would feel even better.”

You felt more heat pool in your core as you eagerly dug through your nightstand drawer, quickly rolling on the condom. His fingers dug into your hips as you sunk down onto him, drawing moans from both of your mouths. You gave yourself a minute to adjust before you began rocking against him.

You were almost overwhelmed at the feel of him finally inside you, pushing away thoughts about how you two fit together like puzzle pieces. You moaned loudly as his hips snapped up to meet yours, forcing you back into the present moment, as you picked up your pace to match his.

“God you’re beautiful, Y/N” Josh murmured and your heart fluttered at the repeated praise he was giving you. He wrapped his arm around your back before sitting up and this new angle allowed him to get even deeper.

“Fuck, Josh, you fill me so fucking good” you ground out as he held you tight against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulders as your hips met together over and over again. As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you could feel your legs giving out so you rolled over, pulling him on top of you.

You watched as he pulled away just enough to watch himself plunge in and out of you, eyes sparkling with lust at the view. He caught you looking and smirked, leaning down to give you another messy kiss. As your tongues battled for dominance, he snuck his hand between your bodies, fingers deftly circling your clit making you throw your head back at the intensity. You felt close to orgasming again and you scrunched your eyes closed wanting to focus on the feel of him working you so well.

“Are you getting close baby? I can feel you squeezing me, it feels fucking incredible” Josh groaned and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop” you gasped, as you began to meet his thrusts. He quickly placed his other hand on your stomach, forcing you to stay in place, making you whine.

“I won’t stop as long as you do one thing for me” he said, placing his forehead against yours.

“Anything, anything” you moaned, seconds away from orgasming.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, understood?”

You nodded and he picked up his pace just enough for you to quickly find your release, your eyes flying open as you cried out for him. He held your gaze as he guided you through your final orgasm and the intimacy made your heart catch in your chest. Was that…love in his eyes as he looked at you? You were distracted from this thought as he called out your name, climaxing as he held your hips in place tight against his own.

As his motions stilled, you felt yourself returning to your body, coming down from the high that he had drawn out of you.

“That was fucking incredible, Y/N” he smiled, placing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling out and cleaning himself up. You laid in a pleasurable haze as he wiped a warm washcloth against your core, taking care of you, as well. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes falling closed as he pulled you into his chest, peppering kisses along your back and shoulder.

***

The next morning, Josh groaned as the sun filtering in through the curtains finally pierced through his deep sleep. He reached his hand out to find your skin and felt his heart drop as only cool sheets met his fingertips.

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A/N: Eep, sorry to leave you hanging! Next chapter will be up over the weekend, so not too long of a wait :) Thanks for sticking around through four chapters, I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed!

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universitypenguin · 3 years

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Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex.

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on.

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

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piecksz · 3 years

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starstruck | (m)

pairings: rockstar!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, roughness, drug use, explicit language

words: 4.4k+

summary: you and your friend decide to sneak backstage at your band’s favorite concert and the vip treatment you recieve is more than you bargained for.

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a/n: you know the drill :p obey (with YUNGBLUD) by bring me the horizon it’s literally not a sexy song so don’t go in listening to it expectin to get horny LMAOO it’s just the kind of sound i imagined eren’s band to have, but it was sexy to me bc the image of rockstar eren tormented me the entire time i wrote this

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. This is fucking crazy.” Your friend’s voice was a fidgety whisper behind you. Her face’s close proximity to the back of your neck had her heavy expiration fanning over your nape every time she opened her mouth to reprimand herself for allowing you to beguile her into illegal trespassing.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered again, tugging the leather sleeve of your jacket with a pesky grip.

You shrugged her touch off of your arm and took a brief glimpse over your shoulder to offer her a sour look. “Can you be quiet? You freaking out is making us look suspicious.” You whisked your head back around, peering around the corner of the vacant merch tent.

“No, us creeping around to sneak onto a fucking tour bus is making us look suspicious,” she retorted.

The corner of your mouth tightened at your friend’s concern and you lifted your hand to give her a dismissive wave. You were astounded when she had originally agreed to your brazen proposal, although it took minutes of incessant pleading for her to actually give in. Her veiled reluctance surfaced the minute you two had separated from the concert’s crowd at the end of the show and snuck around the stage to the back of the venue. What began as her unease and quiet suggestions that maybe your idea wasn’t so smart, intensified into irritating nagging. You gave her the option to turn around and wait for you back at the car, but as your companion, she sighed and remarked that something so stupid couldn’t be done alone.

“I see it,” you said eagerly and with a proud grin. The vehicle was stationed a decent distance from where the two of you had been standing, but you measured the stretch with your eyes and figured that if you walked quickly enough, you’d be able to make it on without being caught.

“How do we even know they’re on it?” Your friend craned her head past yours to get a better view of what you saw.

“We don’t. I’m just guessing.”

“Oh great, that’s exactly the answer I wanted.” She released a tense and quiet laugh before retreating back behind the screen of the tent.

You surveyed the security guards as they patrolled back and forth along the premises, waiting until the coast was clear. Once you noticed an opening, you forcefully grabbed your friend’s wrist, ignoring her silent grunt of protest, and pulled her along. She stumbled into your stride and peered over at you, doing her best to follow your quick feet while mirroring your nonchalant guise.

Closer and closer, the two of you neared the tour bus until it had to have been only yards away. You tried to remain composed through your excitement, making sure you didn’t break your character. No fucking way your plan had actually gone off without a hitch, it almost seemed too easy.

“Hey!”

You kept walking. Maybe the exclamation wasn’t for you, but once the holler was thrown again, your body went rigid, and the tempo of your steps slowed until you stopped in your tracks. The adrenaline that commanded your legs had been substituted for lead and it kept your feet pinned to the ground. You couldn’t even run.

“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be back here.”

You blinked once, long and hard, before pivoting on your heel. You watched, mortified, as a burly security guard started in your direction and got closer until he loomed over you both with a threatening advantage in height.

He looked even angrier now that you could see the way his thick eyebrows creased together and created a ripple of lines above them that disappeared into a bald head. His hefty arms were crossed against his chest while he glowered down at you two, waiting to hear a story. You could tell your excuse wouldn’t matter though, it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for jocular conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we were looking for the bathroom,” you explained, clasping your hands together and feigning an apologetic smile. You turned your head from side to side, looking around innocently to sell your lie, and then looked back up at the guard with a nervous laugh. “And I guess it’s not here.”

Your friend shook her head and said nothing, but you were certain she was drawing up a creative speech in her head, wondering how she would tell you that she “told you so” this time.

“Nice try.” The guard curled his lip angrily. “Come on.” He reached out a thick hand and wrapped it around your bicep while grabbing the back of your friend’s shirt with a crude yank. Your eyes went wide at his hostile grip and you jerked your arm, trying to free yourself of his hold.

“Hey, whoa!” His grip only tightened. “We can walk ourselves!”

The guard forced you two forward, prompting you to walk so he could escort you off the grounds.

“What’s going on?”

You looked up and your writhing ceased. Instead, heat flushed your cheeks and you stood dazed. It didn’t take long before you recognized the owner of the voice because, naturally, you would have been able to recognize him from a mile away, but luckily you didn’t have to. He was right in front of you.

It was Eren, the lead singer and guitarist of the band you had been screaming your heart out to not even an hour ago. He was your favorite member, meaning you’d watched countless interviews and had several pictures of him saved on your phone, but nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like up close. His long brown hair looked like it was still damp with sweat, a sign of his showmanship on stage, and it framed his face in careless wisps and fell loosely past his shoulders. His torso was unclad, showing the dark inkings that adorned his biceps and stretched all the way up his shoulders until they met at the detailed design of wings in the middle of his chest. Dark ripped jeans sat loosely, just below his hips, and teased a peek at deep v-lines that ran underneath the top of his waistband.

You fought off the urge to drop to your knees and pray for how sinfully hot he looked.

Trailing behind him were his bandmates, Armin and Jean, the band’s other guitarists, and Connie, the band’s drummer. You had never seen such an attractive circle of friends where you would have been satisfied taking any of them, and although you avowed to your friend that Connie was hers since she favored him, you absolutely would’ve allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Caught these two trying to sneak onto the tour bus.” The security guard thrusted you two ahead with an unsatisfied huff, and you shot him a glare.

Eren’s attention dropped from the security guard’s face and drifted over to your friend first before settling on you, eyes sweeping over your face and falling at half-mast. He arched an eyebrow then averted his gaze from your chest.

“It’s cool, let them go.”

“Are you sure?” The security guard’s grip on you loosened, and you pulled out of his hold the minute you felt him unhand you.

Eren shrugged. “Yeah. They can hang.” He quickly dismissed the security guard and casually sauntered past you before disappearing onto their bus.

You glanced over at your friend who looked like she was still in the process of trying to grasp the situation evolving in front of her.

“What kind of assholes turn away fans?” Jean teased, giving you a warm smile before he lifted his half-empty water bottle to his lips.

Connie switched his drum sticks to one hand and slipped them behind his back into his pocket. “You guys are fans, right? You’re not trying to steal a couple of used water bottles to sell online are you?”

You took a lengthy pause and waited for your friend to answer, giving her an opportunity to converse with him, but she said nothing. She just rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground timidly to avoid looking Connie in the eye.

“No,” you answered for her. “I mean yes, we’re fans. Big fans. No to trying to sell your DNA.”

Your response earned a chuckle from Armin and a hearty laugh from Connie while he nodded in approval. “Alright.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bus as though encouraging you two on.

You watched as the rest of the members filed inside, and then your friend seized your hand frantically.

“Holy shit. Y/N, holy shit!” She squealed, and you snorted at her sudden ability to talk once again. “You saw him right? You saw him.” It didn’t take much detail for you to gather that she was gushing about Connie.

“Did you even see him? Your head was down the whole time, you didn’t say a single word to him.”

Your friend’s animated face slackened into a placid expression. “I didn’t trust myself. If I opened my mouth I would have asked him to put me in a headlock.” She exhaled. “Jesus Christ, those arms.” Your goading smile stretched into an amused grin, and you shook your head at your friend’s hysterical behavior.

The inside of the tour bus was much larger than you would have deduced from its seemingly modest exterior. Its floors were dark and polished wood that matched the ceiling, both surfaces lined with subdued yellow light. Aside from the sizable kitchen to your right, large leather couches sat on either side of the lounge area, and stretching to the bus’ rear were dimly lit bunk beds that were half-obscured by a dark curtain.

“Holy shit, this is a house on wheels,” your friend breathed, mouth agape.

“Well we’re on the road most of the time, so it might as well be,” Armin answered, throwing himself into one of the sofas with a labored sigh. He threw his head back in exhaustion and brought his arms up to rest against the top of the couch. “We never caught your names by the way.”

Both you and your friend introduced yourselves, forgoing a proper introduction from the band’s members. You evidently already knew who they were.

Armin smiled. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Jean shuffled through, handing you and your friend a water bottle, which you accepted with much appreciation. You hadn’t taken heed of how thirsty you’d been, and you hadn’t had anything to drink since the concert had started. Even while you swooned in the crowd between sweaty bodies, dehydration threatening to ruin your fun, you’d refused to pay $4 for a beverage.

“Make yourselves at home.” He threw another bottle to Armin.

“Oh no, we’re not planning on staying that long.” Your friend laughed, clutching onto her drink so tightly that the plastic squeaked in her grip.

You nudged her in the ribs with an assertive elbow and said her name quietly through clenched teeth, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. She looked at you with uncertainty, and you gave her a forced grin.

“Don’t be rude. They said we should make ourselves at home.” You obliged to Jean’s invite, taking a seat in one of the leather cushions.

The situation you were in was a rare opportunity, the type of opportunity you’d only heard from other people, the type of opportunity you’d read fanfiction about in your early adolescence. If anyone told you that you’d be living such an opportunity, you weren’t sure if you’d really believe them, but had you declined to appease your friend’s irrational concern, you knew you’d regret it for years.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Connie leaned against the wall of the bus and wedged a rolled stick of paper between his pursed lips. He brought a hand-held lighter to the end of the stick, sparking it a few times with his thumb before a small flame engulfed the thin paper and thick smoke billowed from its tip. It only took a moment before the pungent, herbal stench of marijuana invaded the inside of the tour bus.

“Of course, you guys are amazing.” You nodded, perching yourself up in your seat and clapping your hands together excitedly. “We’ve been trying to see you guys in concert for a long time now.”

Eren fell into the seat beside you, and your body tensed up almost instantly. You’d managed to feign calmness from your first encounter because it had been easy to masquerade your nervousness from a distance, but now that he was even closer, surely he could have heard your heart palpitating against your ribcage. Its beating grew even quicker once Eren sat back and slid his arm behind you to lay it atop the backrest.

“Yeah?” His voice was languid. “What’s your favorite song?”

“That’s a hard question,” you chuckled, suddenly becoming very interested in the sleeves of your jacket. “I seriously don’t know if I can pick just one.” It hadn’t been a hard question at all, but you simply couldn’t think through the smell of his faded cologne and the feeling of his naked chest up against the side of your arm.

“That’s cool,” Eren smiled, but responded plainly. “You smoke?”

Your eyes drifted up to see Eren offering you a partially-burnt joint in between two fingers. He inhaled deeply from his hit and exhaled, a thick white cloud rolling past his lips.

You hadn’t smoked before, and you weren’t an avid consumer of weed. One edible at a party had you manic until your friends had to calm you down in a separate room and reassure you that you weren’t dying, but you still accepted it hesitantly. You brought it to your lips and took a deep draw before erupting into a fit of coughs.

“Easy,” Eren laughed, and his warm hand rubbed the nape of your neck soothingly. He took the joint from your hands and held it towards Armin.

Your chest and throat heaved with the searing sensation of a foreign substance, and your body racked with an incessant wheeze until it was sure it had expelled all of the stuff. Eren beside you thought it was the funniest thing.

“So you guys in college?” Connie asked, this time directing his question to your friend since you clearly couldn’t respond.

She nodded quickly, still avoiding making eye contact with him. He must have noticed and thought it was endearing because the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a knowing smirk.

“Sick,” Eren remarked. “I dropped out of college, but you guys should stay in school, seriously.”

“Don’t worry I have no plans to drop out and become a musician,” you rasped once your coughing subsided.

He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “What about a boyfriend?” His eyes drank you in from bottom to top until he met your clueless stare.

“Do I have a boyfriend?” You blinked, and then the tip of your ears went up in an uncomfortable heat that spread over the side of your face until your skin was aflame with realization. “No.”

“That’s good.” Eren studied you from behind heavy lids and he lingered on your lips, his own spreading into a suggestive grin. “So it’s cool if I do this?”

He leaned in and affixed his lips at the curve of where your jaw met your ear. His mouth was hot and the kiss was wet against your feverish skin. He planted another one lower, against the hollow dip where your neck curved, and then he bent the arm resting behind your head, using his hand to turn your face toward him so that when he tilted himself forward again, he could kiss you without interference. His lips were soft and slow as they commanded your mouth to follow his rhythm, and you withheld a desperate and excited whimper once Eren slipped a seductive tongue past your teeth.

He relaxed another hand on your leg, rubbing slow circles into the top of your thigh while edging closer and closer to the top of your waistband. Once his leisure fingers skimmed over your pants’ button, he skillfully undid the first hole before moving on to your zipper. You made a small sound of protest and pulled back in embarrassment.

“In front of your bandmates?” you questioned in a breathy whisper.

Eren shrugged, looking unfazed. “They don’t care. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. He was a goddamn celebrity for crying out loud, had you really thought you were the first girl he brought onto the bus to fuck? And he’d done it in front of his bandmates? You shifted uncomfortably, looking to Armin, Jean, and Connie who were now occupied with showing your friend pictures they’d been sent from professional photographers after past shows.

“I don’t know,” you admitted timidly.

Eren rolled his head to the side, visibly bothered by your response. He glanced over to his bandmates and swept through his locks with a lazy hand. “Hey, why don’t you guys go show her the stage set before they pack up?”

Your friend looked away from the laptop they were gathered around and over her shoulder. “But—.”

Eren’s fingers trailed up and down the side of your neck, clearly eager to resume your previous matters. Were you really about to pass up this chance?

You gave your friend a reassuring thumbs up alongside Eren’s suggestion. “I’ll come find you later.”

It almost seemed like Eren sent his bandmates an unspoken cue, because Connie quickly chimed in before your friend had another turn to object. “Yeah. It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.” He wrapped a tattooed arm around your friend’s shoulder and gave her a friendly shake.

You could almost see the rise and fall of her chest cease, and you actually grew worried for her. It looked like she had nearly died and came back to life, but her stunned face melted into a flustered smile and she laughed sheepishly. “Okay.”

Connie nodded and gave Eren a two finger salute before escorting your friend off the bus with Jean and Armin following closely behind.

Once the door to the bus closed Eren shifted his attention back to you.

“There. Problem solved.” His green eyes had darkened and clouded over with desire again. “You feel better?”

“I guess,” you murmured.

You didn’t get a second chance to speak because Eren’s lips coupled to yours once more, and his hands continued against your zipper before he slipped his fingers into your underwear. He brought two fingers to your slit, skimming lightly over the delicate skin before sliding his middle finger between your folds to part them.

You released a sharp gasp against Eren’s mouth as you felt the cold metal of his rings against your cunt, but he made no efforts to pull away. The earthy taste of marijuana on his tongue caused your head to swim and you began to feel the drug’s intoxicant effects yourself. Your limbs grew heavier as you lay slack against Eren’s body while the sensation of his soft strokes against your tender clit had you whimpering against his lips.

He dipped his finger down to your body’s orifice, sliding it into your hole to glaze the digit with your arousal.

“God, you’re so tight.” Eren’s voice was deep as he pulled away from your mouth and both of you looked down to watch the way he worked you. “I want you around my cock.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily against his hand with the mention of his desire, and he brought his touch back up to your clit, using your essence as lubrication. The bus was quiet except for the symphony of Eren’s husky pants and your lewd whines as he slowly quickened the pace when he felt your body begin to tremble against his.

“Fuck, Eren—,” you mewled. You hadn’t even given thought to how unusual his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Eren, the singer and lead guitarist of your favorite band had his fingers inside of your pants, and here you were moaning his name. “Oh fuck—.”

Your orgasm intensified quickly after its onset, you hadn’t even realized you were climaxing until your body was convulsing and your fingers were digging into Eren’s biceps.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Eren—,” you cried.

“That’s it,” Eren cooed. “Atta girl.”

His fingers continued working against your clit until you wrapped a sweaty hand around his wrist, a silent plea for him to stop before he sent you into overstimulation.

He hummed in amusement and heeded your request before pulling his hands out of your underwear. Now he worked his hands against his own belt, unfastening the buckle before pushing his jeans down with his briefs in one swift and eager motion. His cock was half-hard and continued growing rigid after he took himself in his hand and began pumping his throbbing length.

You watched in wonderment as his palm worked painfully slow against his thick shaft, and pearls of precum gathered at his tip before dribbling down his swollen head. Your own dirty fantasies where you’d tried to envision how big Eren was hardly did him justice.

You rose to your feet, kicking off your shoes with haste, and stepped out of your pants. You shrugged off your jacket as well, realizing how uncomfortably sticky your sweaty arms felt against the leather material.

“Come here,” Eren hummed, and released his cock. He held his hands out for you to take, and he pulled you onto his lap. He supported your waist until your knees were mounted on either side of his thighs, and you pulled your underwear to the side, allowing his pulsating tip to prod your entrance.

“You gonna show me how well you ride?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders and undulating your wet folds against his cock. You released a desperate whimper every time he nudged your clit.

“Yeah? Show me.”

Eren watched as you slipped him in, and what started as a whine deepened into an obscene cry while you felt him stretch your walls out. You eased down until you sat at the base of his cock and he’d filled you to the hilt.

You dug your teeth into your lower lip, waiting to adjust to his girth before you slowly started moving up and down. Eren’s shallow breathing encouraged you while you lifted yourself up and then back down, each time releasing an agonizing sob.

“Good girl.” Eren’s large hands traveled up from your waist and rested on your chest. “Just like that.” He loosely cupped his hands over your clothed chest, adoring the way your quickening pace caused your breasts began to jounce underneath your shirt, but your ache to feel his touch everywhere along your skin became uncontrollable.

Your fingers curled around the hem of your top and you quickly slipped the material off, tossing it onto the couch beside you. You did the same with your bra, too impatient to fumble around with the pesky hooks.

Eren grinned lazily, before resting his palms against your breasts and giving them a small jiggle. He leaned forward, lolling his tongue out, and flicked its tip against the hardening bead of your nipple. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at the way you murmured his name before rolling his thumb over the wet skin.

“So fucking hot,” Eren praised. He gave your other breast a brisk slap, watching it shake with the impact, and then he took you in his mouth. He sucked hungrily before taking your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it.

You continued bouncing on Eren’s cock before he released a guttural groan and threw his head back. “Fuck, don’t stop.” The tattoos along his sweaty chest expanded with each uneven breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Eren’s hands traveled down to your ass, and black-painted nails dug into your skin while he directed you up and down. You rolled your hips against him until you felt his cock jerk inside you, and then he was filling you up.

Eren unloaded himself into you and your walls fluttered around his quivering length. His balls spasmed, making sure he’d jettisoned every drop of thick, white cum. He pulled his cock out before your knees gave way and you collapsed next to him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, still adjusting to Eren’s absence, and you felt his release leak out of your hole.

You heaved, eyes strung tightly, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You had to have been dreaming. You kept your eyes closed, fearing that you’d wake, but they fluttered open instinctively when you felt Eren’s weight lift from beside you.

“Where are you going?” You watched as he tugged his pants up and fastened his buckle before shuffling around the bus looking for something. Jesus Christ, just how much stamina did this guy have?

“Your friend’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long,” Eren replied, disappearing behind the curtain leading to the bedroom in the back of the bus.

Your hand flew to your forehead and you sat up, feeling guilty that you had completely forgotten your friend. Knowing her, she was probably worrying herself sick wondering what Eren had possibly done to you. You started retrieving your clothes and getting dressed, but you paused momentarily, calling out to wherever Eren had been on the bus.

“I should give you my number.” You stuck a leg into your pants. “You know, just to keep in touch.” You stuck your other leg in and hopped around, pulling your pants up.

Eren reappeared from behind the curtain, tugging on a fitted black t-shirt. “Don’t worry about that.”

You popped your head out from under your shirt and reached for your jacket. You laughed lightly and gave him a confused look.

“Safety and shit. We can’t give our personal information out to just anyone.” He gave you a pitiful smile, but you could tell it was more for you than for him.

“Oh,” you responded quietly.

Eren seemed unconcerned with the guidelines he was given, as though he didn’t care much about whether he even remembered your name once they were on the road again.

“Don’t look so sad babe. You’re lucky.” He tilted his head toward you and raised his eyebrows. “Not everyone gets to fuck a rockstar.”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Convenience Store

Summary: you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

Warnings: a rude customer towards the end who gets a little aggressive

Hey y’all enjoy this little story I whipped up in the spur of the moment! Just a reminder that my inbox is open, so feel free to send me requests or let me know if you have a headcannon you’d like me to write about!!!

Working at a convenience store isn’t all that fun. Dealing with rude people that demand you honor their three year old coupons, or children that scream endlessly until their poor mother finally gives in and buys them some random candy or toy. But the work wasn’t hard. Just restocking the shelves and managing the register. Everyday the same old thing. Since it was a small shop there was usually only one person at a time working, so didn’t have to try and make awkward conversation with your coworkers. And your manager was nice enough to let you study at the register when it wasn’t too busy.

Today was one of those days. Business was slow so you had your history textbook open and notebook out trying to study for your upcoming final. The bell chimed, and you looked up the greet the customer only to find no one there, you furrowed your brow in confusion but figured it was the wind and went back to studying. You were finishing up the chapter when a voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“What are doing?” You jumped in your seat the sudden noise surprising you. You looked up to see a guy with silver hair leaning on the counter. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” He was drinking a slurpee and it looked as if he was practically vibrating, his hand tapping the counter and an insane pace. He really needed to cut back on sugar.

You snapped out of your shock and pushed your textbook to the side. “You know you need to pay for that don’t you?”

He looked down at the large cup in his hand. “Do I?”

You couldn’t believe this guy, was he joking. “Yes you do that’s how a store works.” You looked him over again the first thought that came to mind was that he looked weird. He had silver hair despite looking no older than 19, he was wearing a silver reflective jacket, and goggles which were placed over his eyes. And he couldn’t stop moving.

He smiled at you, and before you knew it he was gone. His slurpee gone with him. “Hey!” You shouted and ran around the counter flinging open the door. “You have to pay for that!” Your words fell on deaf ears, there was no one in sight. You made your way back into the store, grumbling about how this was going to come out of your paycheck.

The next day you were restocking the stores supplies of twinkies when you felt as if someone was standing next to you. You turned to look behind you but no one was there. When you turned back the box you had been holding was gone. “Wow I didn’t know they made confetti ones, are these new?” You let out a little scream when you saw the guy from yesterday on your right hand side. “These look good I might have to try them.”

“It’s you, from yesterday.”

He smirked at you and leaned on the shelf. “So you remember me?”

“As the guy that stole the slurpee,” you crossed your arms across your chest. “Of course I do.”

“Can you prove it?”

“What?”

“Can you prove I stole the slurpee.”

“I-“ you paused. Actually you couldn’t. You checked the security cam yesterday trying to show your manager proof that someone stole something only for there to be a silver spark of a person for less than a second before nothing. Just you yelling at our the door. Your manager looked at you like you were crazy.

You pursed your lips in frustration. “No I can’t.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He held a hand up to his ear a smile stretching across his face. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said no I can’t.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Well there ya have it, I didn’t steal a thing.” He was eating one of the confetti twinkies and made a face at the taste. “I don’t like these too much.” He handed you the half eaten snack and ripped open a box of the original twinkies. “I like these better.”

“Are you gonna pay for these.”

He just winked and left you standing in the aisle with a half eaten Twinkie and an open box of them. Well since it was coming out of your paycheck you figured you could try one. You opened the package and the minute you bit it you made a face. The guy was right these were awful. You threw the box away and went back to shelving the items.

He came back the next day this time he beat you to the store. When you arrived he was sitting at the chair behind the counter. At this point you weren’t even surprised at his presence. “Hey.”

You ignored him and walked the the back of the store with your broom. A small frown was etched into his features as he saw you ignore him. But a second later he was at your side opening the freezer and taking a soda out. You didn’t even acknowledge him. “Aren’t you gonna ask me if I’m gonna pay for this?”

You looked up at him. “If I ask you will you pay for it?”

He laughed “No.”

You let out an amused snort and he smiled. “Why do you keep coming here?”

“The foods good.” You stopped sweeping to give him a judgmental look.

“The food is crap, half of its expired.”

He had already finished the soda and was starting his second one. He nervously licked his lips before speaking again. “Would you believe me if I told you I came here to see you?”

You leaned on your broom. “No.”

He walked over to you hands shaking slightly. “Well it’s true.” His soft voice made a shiver run down your spine, and like that he was gone.

For the rest of the work day you found yourself thinking about him. You couldn’t deny that he was cute. His hair as unusual as it was suited him and when he smiled your heart rate picked up. And as annoyed as you acted around him, you thought his antics were quite endearing, you just wished he didn’t cost you money every time he stopped by.

“Ahem.” You we’re so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice there was a customer waiting.

“I’m sorry sir how can I help you?”

“Well you could have been doing your job and not have kept me waiting for as long as you did.” You winced at his tone and muttered another apology. You rang up his items and told him the total. He leaned over the counter and you felt yourself step back. “You know since you kept me waiting for so long I shouldn’t even have to pay for my stuff.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s not fault that a stupid girl like you doesn’t know how to do your job. I don’t know why they have you at the counter, you aren’t even pretty enough to draw in any customers. “ He made a move to get behind the counter.

“Sir you can’t come back here.” You tried to stop him from coming through but he grabbed your wrist.” Let go of me.” Your voice was shaking for fear.

“Or what?” He gave you a sick smile. You looked around but there was no one in sight. “you should know better than-“ the man was cut off as he was yanked back and away from you. You lifted your gaze off of the floor to see the silver haired boy from earlier, holding the man by the back collar of his shirt.

He looked at the man and made a disapproving voice, chiding him with a playful voice. “You know that’s no way to treat a lady. And if you’re not gonna pay for anything you should get out of the way.”

The man was angrier than ever struggling to get out of his grip. “Let go of me!”

The silver haired boy looked at him and gave him a smile. “Okay.” Time seemed to slow and the next thing you knew the man was flying out the door half way across the parking lot.

The silver haired boy turned back to you a look of worry on his face. His voice was soft as he spoke to you. “Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. “I’m okay now. But that was really scary.” You looked back down at your feet trying your best not to show him how scared your really were. He hated seeing you like this. He broke the silence.

“I bet, I’m sorry you had to go through that. That guy was being a total creep. At least when I try to steal things I’m polite about it.” He joked trying to ease the tension.

You let out a little laugh. He smiled back at you. A few moments past and you spoke up, curiosity taking over. “What was that, how were you able to grab him so fast? And how did you get here?” He tapped his fingers anxiously against the counter as you questioned him. “There was no one here at all and then suddenly.” You eyed him suspiciously. “How’d you do it.”

“Um...” he stumbled over his words, “It’s a secret.” He said looking down at his feet. When he looked back up you were leaning over the counter inches away from him. He felt his face heat up at the sudden closeness. He tried to look away but your determined eyes made him hold eye contact for the time being.

“No seriously how did you do it?” His eyes darted back and forth, nervously, you could tell he was debating and what he was going to tell you. He sighed and leaned back over the counter, this time making your face heat up.

“Promise you won’t freak out.” You give him a look before nodding your head in agreement. He put his goggles on. And shook his body out to ease his tension. You gave him a weird look as he gave you a nervous smile. “Watch me.”

A gust of wind blew you hair back, taking off through the store in a lap and the next second he was back at the counter, sitting on your stool, feet resting on the countertop. Your mouth was open in shock, trying to process how he got there so fast. He watched you with curious eyes, licking his lip nervously trying to anticipate what your reaction was going to be. “That was-“ he shut his eyes, wincing preparing for a negative reaction.

“That was so cool!! What was that?” You turned to face him caging him in with your arms unintentionally. He felt his face turn red and stumbled over his words

“I- um..” he finally managed to choke out a response, his cool guy demeanor fading. “I’m a mutant.” He squeaked out. You gave a laugh at his high voice. “I’m a mutant. “ he said again his voice back to normal. “My ability is super speed.”

“That’s so cool, so that’s how you were able to steal things so quickly.”

“Hey!” He defended. “That’s not all I use my powers for.”

“But that’s what you mostly use them for.”

He paused before admitting the truth with a embarrassed. “yea.”

You guys laughed. He was still a little in awe of how calm you were. “So you’re not freaked out?”

“Not at all. That like insane, it’s really cool that you can do that.” You gave him a reassured smile and he felt his heart leap for joy.

“So now that you know about my powers, and since I saved your live-“

You scoffed. “Dramatic much?”

He smirked. “Will you go on a date with me?”

You were taken aback and felt heat creep up onto your cheeks. “I don’t even know your name.”

“If I tell you my name will you go out with me?”

You mirrored his playful smirk. “Maybe.”

He stuck his hand out towards you and you took it in your own. “Hi I’m Peter Maximoff.”

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diaco1968 · 3 years

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If you are willing, I would love a Kenma x Reader NSFW. Maybe Kenma is in the mafia or something like that.

I'm so very sorry for being late! I don't even have any excuses! >_< I just felt like he is so ooc and the more I tried the worse it got. I hope you enjoy at least a little!

Kenma xreader mafia au

WARNINGS! smut/lemon, spanking, crying, biting

Kenma was a man of few words and even fewer actions. Perfect for the position he had in his little family of criminals. The less he physically did the happier he was with himself. The less he had to walk around looking for people, the less open fights he had to participate in, the less he moved, the less he blinked.

The less he breathed.

All he needed to do was focus, aim and pull the trigger.

Being a sniper was perfect for him.

Tonight however, he founded himself unable to uphold those conditions.

He watched through the scope, nose flaring every now and then, a few stray angry huff and restless trigger finger that just twitched in anticipation for the right moment.

Why did you have to be the bait?

Whose stupid idea was this?

He didnt care about his targets, he usually didn't even know them.

But this one, he held so much personal hate and despise for him that when the moment came he could barely contain his happiness.

He got the signal, everything in his periphery went black, he held his breath, and in the dead silence he aimed and pulled the trigger. Heard the gun make that satisfying noise and watched as his bullet hit it's target, finishing him, and caught a glimpse of your slightly startled expression through the scope too.

Not enough.

He wasn't satisfied with your reaction.

~~~

"Did he touch you here?"

His hand landed firmly on the small of your back making you jump lightly. He had been acting all weird since you all got back, and instead of trying to deal with the trauma you were put through he was rather intent on knowing the details of the night.

The moment you got alone with him in your room, he had quietly stomped off towards you, circled you for a thorough observation and started asking about the time you spent with the target.

"Answer my question."

"What does that have to do with anything."

He pulled you so suddenly towards himself that you didn't have time to brace yourself as you bumped into him roughly, his other hand moving up to fist into your hair, tugging your head back so you looked up to him now.

"Answer. Me."

You put your palms on his chest but any attempt to put distance between you was met with an almost painful tightening of his fingers in your hair.

"Y-yes, he touched me there..."

"Where else?"

"On my sh-"

"Show me."

He removed his hand from your waist and offered it to you. You paused briefly to contemplate your next move but grabbed his hand anyway and moved it over your shoulder where the man had draped his arm.

"Hm. Where else?"

You bit your lower lip as your anxiety peaked along with your excitement, slowly moving his hand down your back and placed it over your ass. As expected his eyes immediately darkened. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and his fingers finally slipped out of your hair only to grab you by the shoulders and spun you around. He grasped the hem of your dress from behind.

"Hey! What are you doing?!- Kenma!"

With one firm tug he ripped the upper half and listened to the satisfying tear as he kept ripping it to the bottom.

"There is a zipper you know?!"

"Shut up."

You shivered at the demanding tone deciding to oblige, turning to give him the puppy eyes.

"Are you going to stop being stupid and do as you're told?"

You nod your head and he hummed in appreciation as he moved past you and onto the bed. He leaned his back on the headboard and looked at you expectantly.

"Well? Come."

You worried your lower lip as you crawled on the bed towards him, mounting his lap, feeling the bulge of his not yet fully formed erection on your lace covered heat.

"Take it off."

He pointed at you panties and you clumsily started to pull them off one leg at a time, accidentally brushing your breasts against his face a few times. He growled and grabbed your hips, pressing you back down over his still clothed crotch, once you were in place his fingers slid over and dug in the flesh of your ass cheeks making you hiss.

"Oh look who's excited."

You looked down and sure enough there was a dark spot over the tent in his pants.

"Are you going to do something about it?"

"No."

You looked up at him in disbelief suddenly

feeling ridiculed by one of his mean mind games.

"I'm not. You are. Start moving."

You blinked in confusion and stared at him in silence, already feeling stupid as the only one naked, now he was asking you to get yourself off?

A sharp slap to your ass jerked you forward and ripped a loud gasp from your lips as you subconsciously started moving to prevent another blow.

"But! But Kenma~"

You whined pleadingly but his eyes were cold as he frowned and delivered another sharp slap to your ass that made you yelp. These were going to leave marks.

"No buts kitten, keep moving. I want to see you cum."

And another sharp slap. Each one making your hips move faster and you moving away from the stinging sharp pain.

"You need to learn that I'm the only one that can make you cum. I don't even need to try."

"I know! P-please!AH!"

Another sharp slap and you fisted your hands in his shirt to steady your erratic pace.

"Who does this ass belong to?"

Another hit and tears started filling the corners of your eyes, you were gushing over him with each spank and then squeezing around nothing.

"It b-belongs to you!"

"That's right."

And that only received you another hit. There was no right answer, he just wanted to mark your ass.

You sobbed as you felt yourself getting closer but at the same time your thighs were burning painfully and your movements were slowed down drawing you further away from your orgasm that would end all this painful euphoria.

"K-kenma -hic- p-please! I c-can't!"

"Try harder."

"I can't!"

You yelled as high pitched sob ripped through you and he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest and placed one hand on your still stinging ass, which he used to pull you over himself and then push you away added to a small thrusting motion upwards to meet your wave like motions. You were a moaning mess already, clawing at his cloths and the sheets and the headboard craving your release and he knew just what would be the push you need.

"You are all mine."

As he growled in your ear, he parted his lips and sunk his teeth in the juncture of your neck and shoulders.

Pain shot through your body, exploding the knot of pleasure in your lower belly, gushing and dripping over his expensive suit pants as you panted heavily to catch your breath, still mewling in pain mixed with pleasure. His hand was soothingly rubbing your stinging ass.

"I had gotten that dress so you can wear it for me... look at it now. We need to go shopping again. What a hassle..."

#Kenma kozume x reader #Kenma x reader #Kenma x reader lemon #Kenma x reader smut #kenma kozume

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drakenology · 3 years

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Don’t Ignore Horny Daichi - Daichi Sawamura

author’s note: hehehe... so I’m officially a Daichi fucker yall.. his fine ass. im on my ✨period✨ so im extra thirsty rn. enjoy!

summary: daichi’s horny but you’re preoccupied with something sooo..

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, pure love making, established relationship.

Today was a lazy Sunday. Daichi was out at practice and you were in his apartment chilling like a villain, lounging around in his hoodie and some shorts while playing his playstation.

You had no clue what you were doing, pressing all the wrong buttons and definitely ruining his stats, but who cares? You were bored and your boyfriend wasn’t home so what’s a girl to do?

You sigh and put the controller down and grab your phone to text him.

“Daichiiii 🥺” you text, throwing your phone somewhere while you continue the game. 20 minutes go by and he texts you back.

“I know, babe. We’re wrapping up now, I’ll be home in thirty.” He said, so readily aware that you were going to say something about missing him. You sigh and pout, grabbing the controller to continue to play the game.

Even though the game you were playing was really hard, it was kind of fun. It was some first person shooter Daichi and the boys would play, him shouting call outs over the voices of everyone else in the middle of the night and waking you up in the process. What was it called, call of duty or something? Either way, you were starting to get the hang of the game and you were dominating the lobby right now.

A bit of time passed and you heard the door of Daichi’s room open, your tall boyfriend throwing his gym bag next to his closet as he sighed.

“I’m home, babe.” He grinned, kissing you on the cheek. You smile at him and turn your attention back to the game and welcomed him home.

“Call of Duty? Since when did you game?” Daichi asked, looking at the T.V in confusion.

“I was bored but now I kinda like it. I see why you play this so mu- Oh come on!” You shout after being killed. Daichi giggled and kissed your forehead, saying something about getting in the shower before getting in bed with you. You nod, half hearing what he said as you continued the game.

Daichi got undressed and grabbed a towel, walking into the bathroom of his room and closing the door. You hardly notice him get naked in front of you as you completely demolish everyone in the lobby, laughing maniacally as you get last kill.

A few minutes go by and Daichi comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His muscular body was glistening wet, practically dripping onto the floor as his towel hung lazily on his hips. You stare at him as you wait on a loading screen, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Enjoying the peep show?” He teased, taking his towel off to dry himself. You pick your jaw up and turn back to the game and start playing again, ignoring Daichi getting changed directly in your peripheral vision.

“Fuck sake!” You cuss, getting destroyed by an absolute douchebag of a player. Daichi sits on the bed next to you, laying his head on your thighs as he caressed them.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby.” He hums, taking in your scent as he played with the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip, unable to take your eyes off the screen as you lay back a little in bed.

Your attention was so focused on the game you didn’t even hear him say he was horny, something about him getting hard at practice and having to go to the bathroom and adjust his shorts to hide his raging hard-on.

“You suck at this, you know?” Daichi teased, hoping that would at least get you to look at him but no dice. You kept playing, unaware of your boyfriends blatant requests for sex.

Daichi sighed and sat up, staring down at you on the bed as you shift your eyes a little to look at him as he got up, unsure why he moved away from his position.

Daichi crawled on top of you and started kissing your neck, you letting out a small gasp as he expertly found your favorite spot and nibbled a little. You shuffle in bed, eyes still trying to look at the game and play as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You’re slowly getting turned on as Daichi grabbed you and kissed you with such feral hunger, pausing the game as you throw the controller onto the floor and run your fingers through his hair.

“Oh don’t stop playing now, Y/N.” Daichi said, sarcasm coating his tongue, pulling his hoodie off of you. You say nothing, blinking at him dumbly after the sloppy neck kisses he gave you.

Daichi went down and grabbed your breast, taking the other in his mouth as he licked and sucked on your exposed nipple, drawing soft moans from your throat.

“Go on, baby. Finish your game. Don’t mind me.” He said smirking, continuing his work on your breasts. The pit of your stomach was fluttering, the spot between your legs gettign wetter with each lick on your nipples.

Your focus on the game became hazy, running around aimlessly as players kill you easily. Your breathy moans fill the room as Daichi trailed kisses down to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your panties off expertly as he gathered your slick on the tips of fingers.

You arch your back, struggling to even get a single kill as Daichi slurped on your pussy, growling into you as your legs quiver and close in on the sides of his head. He chuckled, shoving two fingers inside as he fingered you and devored you at the same time drawing long drawn out moans from your lips.

You’re AFK at this point, players getting a free kill off your stilled character as Daichi devoured your aching pussy.

“Daichiiiii-hah! I-I can’t take a-anymore.~” you whine, at this point not even playing the game. You want to touch him, ruffle your fingers into his hair or something but he insists that you keep playing.

Your eyes could hardly stay open, your whole body convulsing as Daichi makes his assault on your clit with his mouth, his fingers hooking to poke at that spot you love. He laughed as he listened to you whine and get killed in game, you’re so fucked out that you can hardly focus on what’s in front of you.

The pit of your stomach formed a knot raring to snap in seconds, your face pulling into a lewd look as you pant and moan loudly into Daichi’s room. Finally you’re pushed over the edge, a raspy moan leaving your mouth as Daichi licked you for all you had. Before pulling away, he licked up your thigh, looking you in the eye as he smirked at your cute exhausted face.

You squirm, watching limply as Daichi sat up to pull down his sweatpants and boxers.

“You ready, baby? I can’t wait to be inside you.” He huffed, revealing his hard dick as it slapped against his stomach. You nod, spreading your legs open wider for him like a good girl should.

Daichi grabs the controller off the floor; since you dropped it while you were screaming his name, and handed it to you, telling you to keep playing.

“Don’t drop the controller no matter what, understand baby?” He coos, inching himself inside you slowly as you gasp as the stretch of his entrance.

You’re still sensitive from being eaten out, wet and ready for him as he slips deeper inside you. And here you are, desperately attempting to play Call or Duty while your boyfriend rearranged your guts in an agonizingly slow pace. You let out little whimpers with each rut of Daichi’s hips, clenching onto the controller as you just stare at the screen. Your eyes roll back, panting as he started to pick up some speed.

“D-D-Daiichii, f-fuck!” You squeal, earning a low chuckle from Daichi as he pinned your legs down on the bed, your feet above your head now. He obviously didn’t care if you paid any attention to the game now as he fucked you so hard it was impossible to focus on anything else but Daichi’s dick kissing your cervix as he rubbed circles on your puffy clit.

“I’m cumming soon, baby. Wait for me, okay?” Daichi cooed, leaning in to give you a wet kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, huffing into his mouth as he fucked you brain-dead.

He’s urging you to cum now, mumbling something to you about how close you are, he can feel you clenching down on him; let go baby he hummed.

That’s the last thing you hear before you’re screaming, your back arching off the bed as Daichi fucked you through your orgasm. Daichi came hot inside you, painting your insides white as he groaned against your neck.

He climbed to the other side of the bed and laid beside you, breathing unevenly from the work he just put in. You’re a fucked out mess, laying limp in your boyfriend’s bed as you turn your head to look at the t.v.

You had been kicked out of the lobby for inactivity, getting a few hate messages from angry teammates but whatever. It was Daichi’s account anyways. You sigh, leaning into his chest as you listen to his heartbeat and cuddle with him.

Cuddling with Daichi after sex was the best part, other than the mind blowing orgasms he’d give you he was always sure to make you feel loved and adored afterwards.

Daichi chuckled weakly and landed a playful pat on your ass, as a “good game” praise.

“That’ll teach you to ignore me.” He said breathily, causing you to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #daichi sawamura #daichi smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu tanaka #haikyuu keiji akaashi

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atzsslut · 3 years

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requested by @let-this-be-a-lesson from this, and this list.

chosen prompt(s) :

#1 - “Is that my sweater?”

#11 - “If you were my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

pairing : bang chan x fem ! reader

genre : fluff

warnings : long time best friends, very obvious crushing, kind of more than friends (unidentified relationship) to lovers, implied slow burn

word count : 2.4k words

You promised to meet Chan almost an hour ago.

The adrenaline coursed through your body as you ran out of the bathroom after a shower, which was relatively dangerous but you didn’t care, sprinting back to your room to get into some decent clothing.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you almost punched it from the frustration. But you didn’t, of course, as if you didn’t have enough bad luck already.

Are you that stupid to have fallen asleep on the couch? You thought to yourself. You were much too thankful that you already washed your hair in the morning, so it looked good enough now.

As you dropped your towel, you swore that you’ve never grabbed such a mismatched set of underwear and bra before, but it didn’t matter. You’d opt yourself to become quicksilver if it was for Chan.

Your hands let themselves skim through until your phone lit up on top of your cupboard and showed three notifications from the man himself. You froze in your spot reading the following messages.

chan: okay :( if u insist [5:02 PM]

chan: but since u seem tired [5:03 PM]

chan: i’ll pick u up since i’m only 10 mins away [5:03 PM]

Your mind went back to when you had woken up to three missed calls from Chan, various texts asking if you were alright since you never missed a ‘hangout’. At least, that’s what you two always called your frequent meets.

Your first instinct was to call him back, your voice rather nasally from the blocked nose you always got after sleeping. His kind voice kept replaying in your head;

“Chan, I’m so so sorry-”

“Oh, did you just wake up?”

“I.. yes. Yes I did. I’m so sorry, I fell asleep because I ran a million errands up until 3pm.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you want to move our hangout to some other day? I think I’m quite free this week.”

“No, no. I need to see you, honestly. My stress has piled up and it’ll be great to see you. You always cheer me up.”

“I try my best, Y/N. I’ll wait for you as long as you’d like. Go get ready!”

“Will do, Mr. Bang. Thank you so so much!”

The last thing you heard after the call ended was his farewell that was mixed in with his infectious laugh, and that was when you ran towards the shower to get the thin layer of sweat that always came after a nap in the living room.

Your fingers quickly typed away a ‘did god send u down to me as my angel or smthn THANK U BANG CHAN’ before going back to rushing to pick out a nicer outfit.

Because of him willing to pick you up, you had an extra ten minutes to get ready but your mind was still blank from the adrenaline rush. You had picked yourself out a cream-coloured pleated skirt, but you had no idea what to pair it with until you saw a familiar black sweater pushed to the back of the drawer.

You weren’t too sure why it was familiar to you, but it was nice enough for you to use with the skirt. For a reason you couldn’t pinpoint, it hugged your body well enough, but the area where you could see the stitch of the shoulders were clearly too broad for you, falling around the middle of your upper arms.

Strange, you thought, I don’t remember buying this but it’s so comfortable.

And just like he said, Chan was there in ten minutes, voice heard through your apartment intercom, asking you to come downstairs. Although you tried to ignore it, you were excited just from hearing his voice through that old system speaker.

Taking the elevator down to the lobby, you smiled seeing the boy standing around, clearly waiting for you to come down, as he kept shifting his feet.

It was music to his ears as well when he heard you call out his name. Although he would never admit it, or so he thinks, he swore that he heard a hymn whenever ‘Chan’ spilled from your lips. But he shook that away when he reached in for a side hug.

“Hey you.” he said, “You look awfully fresh for someone who just woke up.”

“I work my magic.” you boasted, not wanting to admit the fuss you made for him. Since Chan was a bit taller than you, not by too much (which you teased him about, but he only let it be because it was you), you held onto him as well by slinging your arm around his waist.

And as you both walked to the parking lot at the front, stuck together like two pieces of paper with a hefty amount of glue in the middle, that was when Chan stopped right in front of his car.

You looked at him with concern, thinking that he’d probably left something inside, “Did you forget something?”

He paused, looking at you with the face he’d make whenever Felix did something strange. That wasn’t new, but you felt flustered when he let you go and stood in front of you, arms crossed, eyes checking out your whole body.

You looked at him strange, not understanding what he was doing. Your hand only clutched your bag strap harder, not understanding the situation. But before you could say anything, he cut you off.

“Is that my sweater?”

And the realization hit you.

A few months ago, Chan had gone to your place to spend some time with you after not getting to meet you for three weeks. But of course, the two of you did not look at the weather forecast when a rainstorm dawned over the whole of Seoul.

You insisted that Chan should not be driving in this weather in fear of a accident, but he did have to get his car to the indoor parking lot incase it began to hail. However, once he had gotten back, the umbrella you had given him was soaked and so was he, the two of you getting into a hysterical laughing fit at the state he was in.

In all seriousness, you did quickly get him out of the clothes he was wearing and washed them, shyly looking away when he directly began to take his shirt off in the living room until you yelled “Chan! I have a bathroom!”

However, as the night passed, after he slept in the same bed as you, finding his arm around your waist in the morning to which he quickly pulled away in surprise— he left with only his jeans and socks that had been dry cleaned.

“Oh shit, this is your sweater!” you swore, the event having replayed itself in your forgetful mind, “I’ll clean it after this and give it back to you.”

“Oh, no. You look better in it than I do.” he complimented.

In between your reminiscing, he had clicked the car key, making the vehicle make the familiar unlocking sound and flashing lights. Running over to your side, he opened the door for you.

“M’lady.” he offered,

“M’Chan.” you joked, only to laugh for a bit then go in with a murmured, “Sorry that was cheesy.”

“It was!” he admitted, yelling so you could hear him through the car glass since you closed the door already. He did his little jog over to the drivers seat and went it rather smoothly, not that you were impressed by that.

“So, arcade?” he asked, smiling when you nodded and tapped excitedly on his dashboard.

Once again, in ten minutes, the two of you had reached the destination, quickly running out as if the both of you were six, and not in your early 20s.

As you ran into building, fluorescent hitting your eyes with a familiar nostalgia coming alongside them, much too familiar from the high school days of you and Chan going to another arcade that was already closed down now.

“So, what do you want to do first?” you asked, as if you didn’t guess the answer already.

Chan looked forward, scanning the place more and finally seeing a row of big, bulky, metal boxes that couldn’t be missed. He pointed at them, rather cutely to add, smiling down at you.

You gave him an excited grin back, happy that you guessed right in your head. You walked ahead, pleased to hear him tread behind you at a faster pace to catch up with you.

Drawing back the curtain, the two of you went inside and swiped the arcade card that you had because of several trips that were forced by your auntie with your little cousins. Luckily, there was still money inside.

The recognizable ‘twinkling’ sound of the photo booth rang in both your ears, opting you to choose the frame decor, etc.

And as the screen showed both your faces, a robotic voice was heard through the same speakers at the sides of the booth, stating ‘please move more towards the centre, thank you’

But if anyone were to look inside, you and Chan were already considerably close, especially since the bench space wasn’t wide at all. But you side-eyed the boy, scooting closer to him as he did the same to you.

You felt his arm squish against yours, feeling flustered at the sudden contact.

“Can..uh..” he trailed, “Can I put my arm around you? I.. I think it’ll make the pictures look less awkward, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah!” you responded a bit too enthusiastically. Clearing your throat, you gave him the gentle smile that he could never hate, “Yeah. Go ahead, Chan.”

He did as he asked. Unlike the playful hug that you two had shared in your apartment lobby, this one felt more intimate, especially when you saw the screen reflecting the two of you.

You could feel his rings dig against his cotton sweater on your body, assuming now that it was yours, comfortable enough for you to feel secure— at home. Nevertheless, you always felt that Chan was your home.

Your eyes fixated on the screen as you moved forward to press the red button that would soon make you both take simultaneous pictures together.

We look good together, you thought to yourself, Wait what? Shut up.

But why did this feel different? You two had taken hundreds of photos together, varied with ridiculous, attractive, and unnecessary ones. But you swallowed that wondering lump in your throat, quickly dismissing it as you posed with Chan for each one, your vision rather blurry for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint.

And as the twelve clicks ended, Chan stood up first. You were quite upset about the absence of his embrace, but didn’t mind it when he smiled at you like he always did,

“Let’s see the pictures.” he held his hand out for you to take, which you graciously did, feeling the pit of your stomach drop as you, as per usual, questioned what your relationship with him was at this point.

The two pairs of feet, albeit the both of you were wearing matching shoes on accident, met their way towards the printing area. Looking at the screen which read 99% complete, Chan heard the sound of the photo paper hit the stopper that avoided the prints from falling on the ground.

He bent down and took it, showing it to you. Naturally, your arms went around his left bicep, hugging it to look closer. Chan sucked in his breath, knowing that if he was in a cartoon right now, his brown head of hair would be sticking up in all places as a silhouette of his heart pumped dramatically out of his chest.

It was ironic, as most of your friends would say; it was ironic how you two hugged often but got shy whenever your hands would simpy graze, it was ironic how you two were so affectionate yet were so resistant, and it was very ironic that your ‘hangouts’ weren’t dates at this point.

He watched as you pointed at his face from top to bottom, questioning,

“You’re not even facing the camera in most of these! Stop looking at me and look at the lens next time. Do you want to retake these?”

Your question wasn’t too hard, but you didn’t understand why Chan looked at you with such solemn eyes, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was frustrated. But the look was soon replaced with one that held adoration, but that only increased your confusion.

“I mean.. we don’t have to retake these, Chan. What do you want to do?”

“If you were my girlfriend, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

He didn’t know why he said that. Not a bone in his body was willing to let that out but his mind decided to play a little game of “thinking out loud”. The impulsivity of the statement made the two of your freeze in front of the photo booth.

But there was something that the both of you knew, something that neither of you wanted to admit. You had been friends for too long, had been too close for too long, but what was different now?

Why, after more than ten years of being best friends, was now the best time for you two to be together?

But something resided within you, and in Chan as well. This was to atone for all the pain you two had experienced without one another. You and Chan always wondered why you’ve always loved, but never been in love truly. All this time, the person that was it from the start was right in front of your faces, but pent up denial never allowed it to happen.

Until now.

Somewhere, somehow, this was the universe’s way of telling you that today was that day. You woke up late, wore his sweater, and Chan had slipped up with his thoughts aloud. It made sense.

So, you took a small step forward.

It felt as if the gravity between your feet and floor was much heavier than before, especially watching Chan’s jaw clench out of nervousness, but you knew it was just you mustering up a ton of courage to finally ask,

“Who’s stopping you from asking?”

#stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids bang chan #skz bang chan #bang chan #bang chan fluff #christopher bang #bang chan x reader #bang chan x fem reader #bang chan x reader fluff #chan x reader fluff #chan x reader #chris bang fluff

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s1ater · 3 years

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highschool rivals, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warning/s 🚫: swearing, UNEDITED, MAJOR CRINGE

slater’s note 🗯: au where robby and miguel and hawk are all friends. this is kind of a crack fic because reader really just wants to get punched in the face and it doesn’t make sense

part one, part two

hawk is a pussy.

that’s all you could think as you walked down the west valley high school halls, searching.

for what? hawk.

where? you didn’t know.

you didn’t even go to the high school but rather the private one on the richer side of LA, east high private school for exceptional girls. you had your school uniform still on, the blue plaid skirt they made you wear swished around your waist as you marched down the blue tiled halls.

the idea of finding hawk seemed to be a lot easier in your head then when it was put into motion, it was like you had completely dismissed the fact that you had never been in west valley high, and you had only met this boy two weeks ago.

you had been parked up on the north carige hills, looking over the city lights with your friends when a silver beamer with tinted windows pulled up and parked right next to you, three boys and their siloettes inhabiting the inside of the new looking car.

it wasn’t long till they rolled down the passenger side window causing a chain reaction of you and your friend who sat in the backseat to do the same.

it revealed a teenaged boy with spiky red hair and a loud looking smirk on his face, an angry red scar that resembled lightning struck up the tip of his top lip.

“how’re we doing this evening, ladies?”

“oh dear god,” your friend harper mumbled under her breath from the passenger seat, the only one without her window down.

you chuckled lightly, glancing at the already annoyed brunette, before drawing your attention back to the boy and his friends.

“fine,” you nodded in a more upbeat tone then your friend, “and you?”

“good,” he nodded his head before looking between his friends, “say, you up for some car hoping?”

the answer was obviously yes and as soon as it was offered, mia, your other friend, practically hoped out of the backseat and into their own.

“depends,” harper shouted over your shoulder before anyone made a move, “how much weed do you got in that nice car of yours?”

he rolled his eyes, looking back to the boy in the drivers seat, a boy with tan skin and hair gelled up like all teen boys. he was smiling, and then shrugged when the boy with the mohawk looked to him.

“just get in.”

the night felt like a fever dream. immediately after your exited your own car, locking the door, you were shoved into the lap of the mohawk boy, not literally but it all felt quick enough to be a shove in the situation.

there had seemed to be no space in the back, another boy and your two friends already seated and buckled.

harper smiled up at you innocently after rolling down the window, “oh no, whatever will we do?”

“you can sit on my lap, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking about if you had never gotten into that car or sat on mohawk boys lap, you wouldn’t be in the stupid situation you were in now. and it wasn’t really a situation, but more of a problem.

the sound of your ringtone echoed from the inside of your skirt pocket, you grasped the rectangle shaped devise before sighing, seeing the contact name ‘mia’.

“hello?”

“are you actually here?”

you exhaled while pinching the bridge of your nose, “yes.”

“no way, y/n, you’re fucking crazy.”

mia went to west valley high unlike you and harper, she was considered ‘the public school trash’ of your friend group, a long going joke ever since freshman year for the three of you.

she had never met hawk or miguel or robby, the boys you had acquainted in the silver beamer. which wouldn’t make sense until you actually got to meet her and how antisocial she was until she was around you and harper.

she was ditsy, clumsy, but could never put herself in very confrontational situations unless you or harper were there.

“he’s a pussy, mia.”

“so you just showed up?” she cried as you nodded even though she couldn’t see you, her own head shaking back and forth in disbelief at how impulsive you could be with your decisions, “and now you’re going to kick his ass... just because he wouldn’t kick yours?”

“c’mon mia, there is no way this boy actually knows karate, and if he did, why wouldn’t he at least try me?”

“y/n, you’re crazy!” she yelled in your ear but then it’s real silent causing you to frown, narrowing your brows.

“mia, he’s a pussy.”

“y/n, you’re crazy,” she repeated, but this time in a whisper, “and you’re also a female... who he made out with.”

your cheeks redden and you pressed your phone closer to the side of your face out of consciousness. it made you roll your eyes at how easily self conscious and embarrassed you got just at the thought of him and his body pressed against yours.

“female, mia, female. it’s 2021, how sexist could he be?” you said after a long pause, completely skipping over the part of ‘who he made out with’.

“where are you-“ the sound of the bell made her stop mid sentence, her eyes tracing the clock, “wait, y/n, wait for me before you make anymore crazy decisions.”

you rolled your eyes, hanging up the phone without any hesitation.

people begun to fill the hallway, squishing you tighter and tighter until you felt like you were in an impact box.

and even in that tight impact box, you could make out hawk’s stupid red mohawk bouncing through the air as he walked the opposite way you did, completely oblivious to the path he was about to cross, and the large storm heading his way.

you grabbed onto his arm, yanking him into the flow of your river, surprising him as well as miguel, who was previously by hawk’s side... until he wasn’t. his head stuck out from the opposite side of the hall, shock and confusion written in his face as he kept walking, there would be no stopping in a high school hallway.

“what the fuck man- y/n?” he looked like he was about to swing and you almost wished he did, but he recognized you way too fast, “what’re you doing here, princess?”

“don’t ‘princess’ me,” you taunted, “punch me in the face.”

“what?”

“punch me in the face.”

“y/n, we’ve been over this,” he rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look at you, now knowing how ridiculous the conversation you were about to have would be.

“yeah a week ago,” you said, falling into step with him, and he looks over to you with a look of unbelievability, scoffing before looking away from you again.

“what?”

“you’re fucking crazy.”

“you’re the one lying about doing karate,” you say, looking up to him causing him to scoff again.

“why would i lie about that?”

“you tell me mohawk boy.”

“shut up, i’m not punching you in the face.”

“who even does karate anymore anyways?” you mumbled more to yourself then him as the two of you continued to hustle down the hallway.

“shut up, babe,” he mumble right back, “you’re just mad i won’t touch you.”

“shut up, you couldn’t get enough of me last week,” you shot back, almost wanting to look at him and glare, but you kept looking forward, keeping your composure.

“please, you were the one-“

“y/n!”

before hawk could finish his sentence, mia appeared from around the corner, her hands out lifted in the air as if to question why you were actually standing five feet away from her.

you rolled your eyes while hawk raised his brows in question.

“you’re actually crazy!”

“that’s what i’m saying.”

“y/n, i thought i saw your face,” miguel rounded the corner out of no where, his hands stuffed in his pockets while a small smile was printed on his face.

you look to all three of the teenagers that stood before you, your mind whirling around as you tried to comprehend the words that came spitting from their mouths.

“slow down,” you raised your both your hands, giving each of them pointed looks, “one, i’m not crazy, two, you’re the one crazy because you’re most definitely lying about doing karate, and three,” your face softened as you turned to miguel, giving him a smile, “hi miguel.”

he smiled back before laughing, his chest vibrating up and down, looking to hawk, “yeah, hawk, why you gotta lie like that?”

“shut up.”

“just punch me in the face.”

“no,” he practically yelled, glaring at you, “shut up.”

“why not?”

“because it’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard and if you don’t want to believe me, you don’t have to,” he rolled his eyes, waving you off, starting to walk down the hall again, only this time with miguel.

you could tell that he was increasingly getting annoyed, which could only be good for you. maybe he’d finally cave.

“so, are we hanging out this weekend?” miguel called back to you and mia, trying to break the awkward silence that settled over all four of you once you guys existed the high school and out into the parking lot.

“i don’t know, i might be busy,” you lied, and they all rolled their eyes to the obvious snark in the back of your throat, key to your lying.

“c’mon princess,” hawk began to mumble, “we all know you have no other friends.”

“shut up,” you stopped along with mia for you had reached her car, “at least i don’t lie about doing karate.”

miguel laughed to himself, leaning against a neighboring car as hawk looked at you with annoyance, shaking his head.

“bye, guys,” miguel nodded off to you and mia as he began to walk to his car, cuing hawk to walk with him, no longer feeling like entertaining a conversation about lies and karate and all the teasing that flew out of your mouth.

you waved goodbye, your lips pursed as you watch the red dyed hair boy walk off, your mind swirling at all the stupid things you had said in the past ten minutes.

“oh one more thing,” you watched hawk stopped short, turning back around and jogging back to you and then closer and closer then before, his mouth touching the crest of your ear, “you look really hot in your school uniform.”

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My Human, My Sunshine - Part 2

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Genres: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 4642

Warnings: N/A

Summary: As a human and a demon get to enjoy the presence of one another again, Mammon knows deep down that behind this ephemeral bliss, hides a looming and powerful storm.

PART 1 - PART 2 -

A/N: it's almost Mammon's birthday! And as promised, here is part 2 of my little series! While part 1 was made to place several plot points here and there, this chapter really starts to set things in motion for future chapters, and especially part 3.

All I have to say here is... Enjoy the fluff while it lasts.

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For the first time in a while... the human world felt much more colorful. Much more silent. It was as if life itself had been born anew, the suffocating darkness engulfing the world having been cast away for the light to reclaim its rightful ownership. The evil dragon of separation had finally been put to rest, and so, the chirping of the birds quickly replaced the self-deprecating thoughts of the people.

The only question left on the people's minds, as their bodies embraced so close to one another throughout the night, rejoicing to finally be back in the other's company, was... for how long, would that blissful respite last?

The night had been deep and short, but much welcoming. The weariness that had taken over the couple's bodies over the past two months had thoroughly vanished, as if all of this had been nothing but a bad dream. How much they wished it had been the case, and that the kisses they had shared the previous night didn't have to be ones filled with the need to feel the other's presence so desperately, for their minds to realize that they were here, and he was here, together in the same room at long last.

A human hand gently caressed a white-haired head, the demon to which it belonged still soundly asleep. Despite it being a few hours after dawn, MC had only recently opened their eyes to the first rays of sunlight, finding themself still in the same position as they had fallen asleep in. Mammon's arms were still firmly wrapped around their frame, their proximity allowing him to breathe in the scent of their skin as his nose brushed against their collarbone each time his chest rose up in his sleep.

Remaining laid down on their side, the human could only keep still and watch the face of their demon in adoration, still unsure whether they really had him in their bed with him, or if the loneliness of the past few weeks had truly made them lose their mind beyond salvation.

But as their fingers gently passed in his hair, their caresses never ending, MC couldn't help but wonder... what had Mammon done since the last time they saw him? How had he spent his time in the Devildom? How were the others? And most importantly, how had he found his way to them? Not that much conversation had been achieved the previous night, to answer all of their questions... The two of them had quickly realized, as MC came to drag Mammon inside the apartment, their clothes damp from the rain that had been dripping from his body, that what they wanted, as their lips met again and again, weren't answers, but to feel each other. And before any of them could notice, they had both fallen into a deep slumber that lasted the entire night.

MC raised their head slightly to look out of the bay window on the other side of the room. Outside, they could partially perceive the colors of the other buildings of the city in the horizon, the sunlight reflecting on their windows brightly and making them squint their eyes in response. They would have preferred to be able to see the green of the trees lined up in the street below, but that was one of the many flaws of this place... the floor that Solomon had chosen for MC to reside in was just way, way too high up.

If it hadn't been for a pair of arms pulling them slightly forward, MC wouldn't have noticed the half-closed pair of blue eyes staring at them in silence. MC immediately lowered their side back against the mattress, their head meeting with the pillow once more. Under the covers, they moved a leg instinctively against Mammon's.

"Good morning." They whispered through a smile, a sound so affectionate to one demon's ears that his hand slid from under the blanket to place itself on the human's cheek.

"Is this a dream?"

Mammon's words surprised them, but only for a short second. The demon's expression was nothing but serious, a slightly furrowed brow adorning his forehead as if he was expecting to receive a positive, yet disappointing answer to his question. Instead, MC's smiled turned only sweeter. They closed their eyes before pulling Mammon closer to them.

"It's not a dream." They felt him place his face in the crook of their neck. "You're with me, and I'm with you. It's for real."

Almost as if he was holding back tears, Mammon inhaled deeply, before closing the empty space between his body and MC's until there was nothing left. Their hand was brought back to the back of his head, drawing slow circles in the hopes of soothing him.

"I still can't believe it." His words seemed to be on the verge of breaking up as they slipped through his gritted teeth. "It feels like you've been gone for a thousand years, even worse... Why the hell did I only find ya now..."

"Mammon..." MC opened their eyes again to urgently place a gentle kiss on top of the demon's head. "What's important is that you found me. It is much better than if a thousand years had really passed, don't you think?"

Mammon's head leaned away from the warmth of their neck, his glassy eyes able to meeting theirs again. His mouth stayed agape for a few seconds, before both of his hands cupped MC's face in place.

"I know I asked last night, but you sure you're okay, right? Nobody has hurt you or experimented on you or anythin'?"

"I'm okay, Mammon." They placed their hands on top of his, a small chuckle escaping through their lips. "I swear, all I did was practice magic with Solomon and live a boring human life."

"But you sure it was normal magic? What if it was some weird spells and he was secretly messing with your body without you knowing?"

His worry made them sigh softly, their thumbs brushing the back of his hands. It was understandable for him to be so concerned for their safety, after receiving no news in such a long time. And the demons had always been wary of Solomon ever since they had known the wizard, to the point where MC themself, had even grown to wonder why Solomon had been acting the way he did, since they had gone back to the human world.

"I promise you." They responded, yet unsure themself of the veracity of their words. "Nothing has been done to me."

Silence fell between the both of them again, a staring contest where Mammon was expecting them to let go of a much harder truth, which never came. He was the first to break eye contact, rather preferring to stare into the space between MC's head and the pillow.

"Solomon... He's hidin' something too. I just know it"

His sudden pouting mouth and words made MC blink. "Too? What do you mean...?"

After marking a wordless pause, Mammon's hands slid off their cheeks, his upper body rising up as he sat himself into the bed. The sheets fell onto his hips, leaving his arm exposed for MC to grab in case he was trying to avoid their question and get up. But instead, all he did was pass a hand through his hair as a deep sigh left his lungs.

"Mammon?" MC called out, their voice starting to show concern due to the demon's sudden secrecy. But as they read his expression a bit more clearly from their laid position in the bed, and as they watched the creases between his eyebrows form, and his jaw clenching, they realized that... Mammon probably knew more about all this than themself.

"A... A lot of shit went down ever since you left, MC." The demon kept his palm in his hair, leaving his forehead exposed. "It's gone bad, and I just... I-I just dunno what to do anymore."

It wouldn't take a genius to see how perturbed Mammon was about this subject- you just had to see the way his fingers had wrapped around his own hair, almost as if he was about to pull a handful, the questions in his mind twirling in a never-ending whirlpool of torment. One thing MC was grateful for, however, was how much more open he had become with them ever since they had known each other.

As MC propped themself on their elbow, they allowed their hand to wander up and down Mammon's arm to remind him of their presence.

"... Do you want some breakfast? I'd rather you explain everything while stuffing yourself with waffles. I make them delicious, I promise."

Although he glanced at them from the corner of his eyes, his pout only seemed to double. MC stopped their hand from rubbing his skin before placing it above his own, their thumb gently brushing the back of it. Like a timid child, his cheeks darkened, letting his voice, now low, respond to their question.

"I... could go with some of your waffles."

After putting some clothes on, apart from Mammon who could only rely on one of MC's loose jogging pants due to his clothes from the previous night still dripping wet on a nearby chair-, MC made their way to the kitchen to prepare something for their demon.

Throughout the whole process, Mammon never left their side. Once his arms had been locked around their frame from behind as they began preparing the waffles, he hadn't let go. His chin remained on their shoulder, his body moving alongside them whenever they had to go to a cabinet to grab a bowl, a whip, or even when they went to pick the different ingredients for the batter. MC had asked in the beginning "are you sure you don't want to sit at the table?", wanting him not to be standing more than his tired legs could bear. But their question was only met with a shaking of his head, before his forehead met with the warmth of their skin. "I'm good there", he had answered. And so MC let him hold on to them, enjoying the feeling of his arms around their waist, and the few kisses he would place here and there alongside their neck and cheek. This calm, this peace, this comfortable silence... they had forgotten what it felt like.

Once all the batter had been changed into hot and steamy waffles, and the rest of the breakfast had been made, the couple sat around the kitchen table.

"So... is it that bad?" MC placed their hands around their hot cup of cocoa, taking a sip of the drink as Mammon filled his mouth with a waffle he had covered in strawberry jam. MC had insisted that he was to eat his batch first, with him having barely eaten anything the previous day. Even if he was a demon, he needed to have a proper morning meal.

"It's almost as if you had never been in the house in the first place." Mammon answered after swallowing his bite. "Satan went back on being super pissy with Lucifer for the smallest things, Levi eats his meals in his room and never comes out. I see Asmo buyin' even more beauty products than usual and he's constantly askin' us if "this and that" suits him, to the point where it's ridiculous. Beel almost stopped eating entirely because he was too worried for ya. If it weren't for Belphie, he would have turned into a literal stick. Now Belphie sleeps more often too. And Lucifer, he..."

He stabbed one of the waffles with his fork, before tearing a piece of it with his teeth. MC's brow instantly furrowed with concern.

"He just has to know why we couldn't reach you. He's been lyin' through his teeth for weeks on end, but he thinks he's being so sly and that we're too dumb to see it." Another teared piece of the waffle disappeared into his mouth. "Like, sure, he's been way more on edge ever since you left the Devildom and even more after we've all started askin' why we couldn't talk to you, but that just shows that he knows somethin' and we don't."

With a slower movement, his fork planted into the remaining bits of the waffle. "But it's just... I don't understand, you get it? Why would he try to hide something about you from us? All of a sudden we can't send you texts or call you like we used to everytime you had to come back to the human world, and out of nowhere he starts actin' all weird about it. It's just..."

MC noticed Mammon's jaw clenching, his hand and fork immobile as it stayed firmly planted into the waffle. The demon swallowed harshly, letting the human know how the situation back at home must have been for him. Without their presence, the brothers had turned back into their previous selves, if not worse.

"What about you?" They asked, making the second-born jerk his head upward at them. "How are you feeling?"

"M-Me? It's... not important." He looked away shamefully, the pressure on the fork increasing and his nail starting to dig into his palm.

"Mammon." Their hand reached forward to wrap itself around the one that was holding the fork. "If my absence has been affecting everyone like this... I want to know how you dealt with it, too."

They patiently waited until Mammon finally dared cross his gaze with their own once again.

"I... dammit, don't laugh, okay?" He muttered. "But, I guess when we learned you didn't have your D.D.D. with ya back in the human world, I was the one with took it the worst... I grew tired of Lucifer tellin' me to be patient and wait for a replacement to get to ya, and I kinda ran to Lord Diavolo and ended up throwing a hissy fit in the middle of the throne room. Barbatos didn't like it, and neither did Lucifer. I still don't know why, but Lucifer didn't strung me from the ceiling on that day. Actually, he's mostly been yelling at us more than punishing. But I guess it doesn't really matter, since the others went all back on ganging up on me for any mistake I make."

Just as Mammon finally brought the rest of the waffle into his mouth in the hopes of not breaking up into a groaning mess, MC could swear they felt their heart sink within them. It sounded exactly like what Mammon had said. The brothers had all gone back to their old ways, with Mammon ending up as the punching bag once again. And all because they weren't around anymore?

"I'm... I'm sorry." Their throat tightened, a sense of guilt starting to wash over them. "If I knew you guys were having it this bad, I'd- I should have been way more insistent with Solomon, I should have kept asking to see you more than I did when-"

"Wha- No no, hey, it's not your fault!" Mammon exclaimed, panic settling in as MC started taking the blame on themself. "I mean, no one coulda thought that you'd be gone for this long... And that we'd be all negative for not being able to call you and stuff..."

Mammon passed a hand over his neck, the other covering MC's fist with its warmth. His eyes drifted to the side.

"We just... ya know. Grew used to havin' ya around. Guess it messed up our heads pretty good, and in the end, hatin' on each other seemed like the only solution to keep us busy.... I think."

MC's stomach churned uncomfortably as they sat there silently, slowly processing Mammon's words. What they wouldn't give to have sensed sooner that the brothers were also out of the loop in this situation, and ask Solomon for answers in the first few weeks after being back in the human world with him. How could they have been so passive about this? How could they have been so blind?

"MC."

Mammon's voice pulled them out of their thoughts, as they raised their eyes back onto him. "Huh?"

"What did Solomon say? About you not being able to see us?"

"Hum..." Their brain replayed the fuzzy memories of what happened two months earlier.

"Well, you remember how we all said our goodbyes to each other before I left the Devildom? It was in the student's council meeting room, like usual. But Diavolo had said that I would need to fill some papers before entering the portal, so I guess since we all were used to saying goodbye like this by now, we didn't really see the harm in having you brothers all leave the room before I entered the portal."

They instinctively bit the corner of their bottom lip. "Which left me, Barbatos and Diavolo in the room. Diavolo said something about needing my D.D.D. to replace it with an upgraded version, which I thought was weird at the time since Karasu had always warned me when it needed repairs or to update an app. But I trusted Diavolo, so I gave it to him, and he said I should receive the new one shortly through Solomon. After that, I got into the portal, but never received the phone, and Solomon started saying all these excuses..."

"What excuses?" Mammon asked, pressing on the matter out of curiosity, but mostly because of the bubbling rage that was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

"At first he explained that the new D.D.D. took some time to be shipped to Lord Diavolo, but-- it's Lord Diavolo, the literal demon prince. He knows how much I like to communicate with all of you while I'm up there, so I couldn't understand why he simply couldn't ask for the shipping to go a bit faster?" MC started moving their free hand around as they continued to explain their version of the story. "Then Solomon suddenly switched from the phone taking time to be shipped to... saying that the Devildom was dealing with some dangerous threat that came out of nowhere, and that I needed to stay away until the matter was dealt with. But in the end it just... made me want to know if you guys were okay even more..."

Neither Mammon nor MC had realized, nor heard, that a crack had begun to form under Mammon's firm grip on the edge of the table. The more he learned how many lies had been thrown in their face by the wizard, the more pressure Mammon was putting on his closed teeth. He couldn't believe Solomon had told them that they were in danger, when absolutely nothing eventful had happened during their absence. What was wrong with this guy, Lord Diavolo and Lucifer? The demon searched in his mind again and again, why his older brother would make up such an alliance with Solomon, especially to keep MC at bay- wasn't he supposed to care for them, too?

"I've heard enough." He hissed, the wood cracking even more under his palm. "Once I know what the fuck is going on with those two, I'm bringing you back home."

"Wait-" MC exclaimed, panic in their voice. "I-It has to be for a reason, right? That your story and mine aren't the same? I just- I don't understand why Diavolo and Lucifer would lie to me so that I stay in the human world, especially when they were acting like usual before I left."

"Reason or not, I don't fucking care. Shouldn't they have at least let us know if something was up?" Mammon's hands retrieved from both the table and MC's, the demon grasping the fabric of his pants harshly as he shook his head in disbelief. "Think about it, MC. If they all made up a bunch of lies so that we wouldn't be able to contact you, then it means that you're involved in this. Whatever problem it is they're hiding, they should tell you what it is, and not straight up throw you away in the human world as if neither you or ME would care about it."

The demon let out a frustrated groan as his eyes closed firmly, Mammon not understanding anything of the situation. If he and MC wanted answers, it would require to go back to either Solomon or Lucifer, but either of those options weren't at the top of his priorities right now. All he wanted at the moment, was to make sure that MC would remain safe, if they indeed were at the center of all this. He didn't want to lose them again. Two months of radio silence had already been hard enough. No, now, he would remain with them at all times. No matter if the obstacles ended up being a wizard, the demon prince, or his literal older brother.

MC's arms wrapping around his shoulders pulled him out of his dark thoughts. He opened his eyes, feeling them sitting on his lap as they hid their face into his neck. Their embrace was strong, but at the same time, gentle and comforting. He instantly felt himself melt in his seat. Slowly, his shoulders dropped, and his arms circled the human he loved the most.

"I swear it." He muttered, looking into the empty space behind them. "I'll bring you back to the house. Everyone's missing you, and... I miss you, too."

MC nodded against his neck. "I'd love that. I miss the others. I miss my room there. And you always barging in without notice."

"O-Oh, yeah, about that-" Mammon pulled them slightly away by the shoulders so he could face them. "I kinda forgot to tell ya, but... when you weren't here, I sorta felt really alone, having to sleep in my room without you around, so... uh, what I mean is that- I kinda brought most of my stuff in your-"

The demon's sentence was cut short by the melody of a ringtone at the other end of the table. Mammon looked instantly at MC's phone, arching an eyebrow both for being interrupted, but also wondering who could be calling them on their human phone at this hour.

"Ah- it's probably Solomon. He was supposed to come visit yesterday, but postponed it to today instead." MC said, not without a hint of disappointment in their voice as they got up from Mammon's lap to go grab their phone.

Mammon growled, already preparing himself mentally for possibly having the occasion to yell at the wizard for all the mess he caused, but his plan was immediately stopped by MC, who had put a finger on their lips. While Mammon started pouting, MC pressed the sleep button on the side of the phone, but opened their eyes wide as the name of the caller was written in what seemed like... the Devildom's language.

"It's- not Solomon?"

Their thumb swapped over the Accept button, and just as they placed the phone over their ear and were about to ask who it was, a voice, way too familiar to them, answered first.

"M-MC.. ?" The broken sobs mixed with the voice of none other than Leviathan, almost made MC forget how to breathe. "Aahh, I'm so glad... I-I wasn't sure if- sniffle..."

"Levi?" MC clasped their other hand over the phone, alerted by the state of the demon on the other side of the line. Behind them, Mammon practically jumped out of his seat.

"Levi?! Put him on speaker!"

MC obeyed him, quickly turning the speaker on and putting the phone in-between the two of them. The third-born's voice could now be heard in the entire room, as his desperate cries continued.

"Yo, Levi, why are you crying?! And how did you figure out how to call MC's phone?!" Mammon shouted, before approaching the phone to listen more closely. "Hey, is that Asmo I'm hearin'? Is he with you? What's happening??"

"Mammon... we were so worried- that you wouldn't find them..." Levi continued, as several people could be heard in the background, seemingly arguing with each other. "I tried really hard you know... I'm so, so sorry MC... I really tried... Please, please forgive me, I tried..."

"T-Tried? Wha- What did you try, Levi?" MC asked nervously, a knot starting to form in their throat. But the only answer they received from Leviathan, was a louder sob, soon followed by muffled cries as if the demon had stuffed his face into a pillow.

"Here- Levi, I'll talk to them." Another voice replaced Levi's, this one more composed in its tone. It increased in volume as the owner brought the phone closer to their face. "MC, Mammon? Are you still there?"

"Satan..." MC whispered, a hand placed over their chest. It had been so long since they had heard either of the other demons' voices.

"Hey, Satan, what's wrong with Levi?! I keep hearin' the others talking behind you too! I leave you guys for one day and already one of you is bawling his eyes out?!" Mammon asked urgently, obvious worry in his voice for his brother. As if the whole trip to the human world hadn't already been anxiety inducing, now something had happened within the House of Lamentation, and he wasn't there to check up on them.

On the other side of the phone, Satan clicked his tongue.

"After helping you find MC's location, Levi spent hours learning how to call a human phone with a demon one... literal hours. I'm glad it worked." He paused. "Everything would have turned out alright, if only it hadn't been for him."

While MC blinked in confusion, Mammon's breath was caught in his throat. His face turned pale, and his brow furrowed even more as the realization of what the fourth-born was trying to tell him washed over him.

"Wait... Don't tell me-"

"He's gone way too far this time." Satan hissed. Behind him, the voices of the other brothers turned quieter, the blonde demon moving away from them. "You have to leave wherever you are. While you didn't know where MC was, Mammon, I'm not doubting that he does. I don't know why he's acting the way he is but... I'm worried about MC. Mammon, you have to get them away from him."

"Wait, Satan, are you talking about-"

Two dry knocks came from the entrance door, and MC immediately shut themself up, quickly pressing the speaker off. Flipping their head alongside Mammon's towards the sound, the two's breaths turned slow and their bodies immobile, like deers caught in headlights. Neither of them dared make a sound, nor move a muscle, their eyes glued to the wood of the door as they waited for additional knocks, which never came.

Instead, after a silence that seemed to last forever, with only the now small voice of Satan hurriedly asking them from the phone if they were alright, a hue began emanating on the door. A red circle, shining a light that resembled a laser's glow, drew in the center. Several patterns followed and appeared within it, and before MC could take a step towards it, as they finally understood who was on the other side, Mammon's body immediately blocked them from advancing.

"Mammon-"

The demon raised an arm out, preventing MC from moving further away from the table. The human didn't have to see his face to know that he was preparing himself for anything- his tensed body in front of them spoke for himself.

His inner thoughts from a few minutes ago resurfaced in a flash upon sensing MC's hand on his back. No more separation. He had to protect them- stay with them. No matter the obstacle.

Even if this obstacle, turned out to be his own older brother.

"He's here."

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Face to Face - Chapter 46

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

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Note: Chapter 46! I'm definitely excited for this one. It may or may not be the last update before April? It depends on whether or not I finish chapter 47 before Phic Phight starts. We'll all have to see what happens. But if I don't finish, enjoy the last update of Face to Face for a while. Since I'm also planning on doing Invisobang again this year. I promise I'll try not to write a whole 76K novel this time. XD

On another note, I'm thinking of getting art commissioned for this story, to celebrate it drawing to a close (we've still got 5-6 chapters, don't worry). I'm really hoping to work with someone who's been reading this story. So if you know anyone who's taking commissions or if you yourself are, feel free to let me know.

Happy reading!

Out of the memory, back in the bedroom, both Dannys were crying with arms still wrapped around each other in a side hug. It wasn’t loud and hysterical like it had been right after the accident. Not hiccuping sobs but slow and soft whimpers. Big, rolling tears on wet faces. Breath came easily, calm and steady, noses barely starting to stuff up.

And yet… Phantom still struggled for words. “It felt… it felt like a cruel joke.” He sucked in a breath. “Being so… so excited and curious about ghosts and the portal and what could be on the other side, but then I went in and… this happened.” He motioned to himself with his free hand. “I…I got turned into a ghost. I…I died and it… it hurt so much.” The ghost trembled, words cutting off with a whine.

Fenton hummed in understanding. Becoming a ghost, dying- they’d already been through that plenty. But… the pain? “It was… awful.” He raised his left hand, examining the nearly invisible scar. “I didn’t… I didn’t think someone could hurt like that. It was… I thought I was a goner. That I’d just disappear. It’d be… be dead, really dead. Just gone. And Mom and Dad would…” He sucked in a breath, a horrifying thought flashing in his mind. His mother, finding his… his corpse on the basement floor, smoking in front of the portal. Something… familiar rang in the imagining but the human shook it away. “ I… walked out somehow, though.”

“But as a ghost. A ghost.” Phantom shivered. “Somehow… somehow that was worse than just… being gone.” The echo of repented self-hatred brushed his consciousness. “Such a slap in the face, finding out ghosts were real like this. By being one. It was like… like I was cursed. Like-” He cut himself off, sucking in a breath.

Furrowing his brow, Fenton turned his head to look. “What is it?”

His other half bit his lip. “It’s like….” A long heavy pause. Another breath. “It’s like something was calling me.”

The human blinked, paling. “Yes. I remember that. I remember… I didn’t go down just because I was curious. I mean… Mom did ask me to turn off the light too. But… there was this… buzzing… in my head? I thought… I kept thinking I saw… something, this…”

“Neon green light.” Phantom whispered. “It was like… just a hint, a glimpse of something… ghostly. And… that sound, the whispers….”

Fenton’s eyes widened, pieces sliding into place. “Like the portal’s song. The portal was… was… calling to me.”

Phantom looked just as surprised. “But… that was before. We’re the one that opened the portal.”

“Well… maybe… maybe…” Human Danny opened and closed one fist, thinking. “Mom and Dad turning the machine on half-opened it? Or made it more likely to open a portal? Like the barrier was… thinner? Like at the witching hour or in Sidney’s locker. That portal’s not always opened but it can be if the conditions are right. Maybe… the song was leaking through so we heard it and we were already curious. So well… we pressed the button and… you know.”

“But Fenton, we weren’t half ghost then.” Ghost Danny said, a shake in his voice. “We were just human and… and….” He shied away, pulling his knees to his chest. He moved the arm that had been around his human self and wrapped both around his legs. “Mom and Dad and Jazz can’t hear it. Normal humans can’t hear it. And… earlier you said that it sounds… ominous. Like… it’s scary to our human half, like it’s trying to drive you away. So…so how?”

“Phantom… I… I don’t know.” The human stuttered, wide eyes starting to water.

“And Mom and Dad were down there for hours that day. Jazz was in the house too. Why… why didn’t they hear anything?” His words quickened with something that might have been panic. “Why didn’t any of them investigate? Figure it out? Why were we hearing it? Why…why us?” His voice lowered, almost whispering. “Why me?”

Fenton said nothing for a long moment. Why me? The words rang in his head, a question he’d asked himself before. Why had all this happened to him? The terror at seeing his own ghostly face in the mirror. Lying to his friends and family, to himself. Being literally split in half. Heart-breaking grief, thinking he’d really died. Denial, denial of his very personhood; he was just an imposter, just a tricky, deceptive, confused ghost. A hole, a gaping hole in his very soul and not knowing, having no idea why he felt so wrong. Being chased and shot by his parents. Being rejected by himself two times over; Phantom didn’t want to refuse and Fenton… Fenton was scared of his own ghost half. All those cruel words, every fearful, belittling thing their parents had said about ghosts.

All that pain, that fear, that stress. None of that…. None of that would have happened if he hadn’t gone inside the portal.

His ghost finally spoke. “Was this always gonna happen, no matter what? If something…” His voice shook with a sob. “something… was calling us. And just us. Just me. Just… then… did we even have a choice? Was this just… fate or destiny or something? Could…could we have stopped it? Could we have done… something… something different? Or…” Tears dripped down his face. “Why did… why did we have to get hurt? Why did…did this have to happen?”

Fenton trembled, mind racing. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

Why him? Why? He was crying as well, hugging Phantom tightly. His thoughts rang with the same questions, the same pains. And… and the human was cursing himself. Because… because he was passed this, damnit! Yes, he hated all the pain and suffering he’d gone through. All of It, the portal and the accident, the ghost catcher and the split, was horrible. It was awful but… he thought he’d accepted reality. Yes, all this painful stuff had happened but it was in the past. There was nothing to do about it so he just had to live with it. Besides…. All this pain had given him his powers, his ghost half, Phantom. It gave him Phantom. The ghost catcher let him get to know this new part of himself. And he loved that. He loved flying and learning about his powers and the ghost zone. He loved meeting Sidney and getting to banter with Phantom, with himself. It wasn’t… it wasn’t all bad.

But… but… was it really worth it? Was this worth the pain? His world was turning on its head again. Because the portal might not have been an accident. It wasn’t all his own stupidity to blame, his own carelessness. But something might have drawn him there. And he didn’t know. He didn’t know what this all meant. But it hurt so much, all these questions, these same what ifs ringing in his heart. It hurt, that ache in his soul, the gaping hole screaming in pain.

So the boys cried, mourning again, caught in this spiral. Fenton and Phantom hugged each other, each trying to take comfort in the other half of himself. They cried in sync, every sob, every gasp, every breath taken as one. And if the embrace had been with anyone else, it would have been comforting, cathartic. Yet… despite the two bodies, Danny was still alone, only hugging himself.

That was… until the door gently slide open and a soft voice asked. “Danny?”

Neither responded to their name, barely making out their sister’s long red hair through the tears. Fenton closed his eyes, looking down shamefully. Then… the bed creaked. Jazz wrapped her arms around him and Phantom.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” The girl muttered, rubbing both’s backs.

With the comfort, Fenton slowly calmed down. His breathing slowed, tears drying. Jazz just held both of him, saying nothing. The human’s pounding heart slowed and the ghost’s core sped up, both barely a beat away from being in sync. Their sister stroked both boys’ backs, hands moving up and down soothingly. Finally, finally, after almost five minutes, the Dannys quieted.

Silence. A few breaths. A pause. The group hug gently pulled apart and Jazz asked. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Neither Danny even thought. The words poured out. About the accident. The pain. The new questions.

“Something… something was calling me…..”

“I thought I was over this…”

“But… what if I hadn’t listened? What if… I hadn’t even gone down there?”

The pair barely kept track of the words, and yet Jazz seemed to follow.

Phantom shook his head, wrapping arms around his own chest. “I don’t… I don’t even know if this destiny stuff is real. I mean…. I didn’t used to believe in stuff like that. But… I don’t know… ghosts exist. The ghost zone is real and it’s crazy. So much insane stuff’s happened. So… so anything’s possible, right?”

“Right?” The human waved a hand. “And… and If this destiny stuff is real. If the accident wasn’t actually an accident, then… did this happen for a reason? Why… why was it me and not someone else? And…” He shivered. “It… the accident killed me. I… I died and… if something or someone made that happen…. I went through all this… all this horrible shit and-”

“Danny.” Jazz’s hands were on Fenton’s shoulders. “Take a breath, okay?”

The boy’s mouth snapped shut. He sucked in a breath through his nose.

“Let’s take a step back. You think that there was something… supernatural going on before your accident. Something that led you there. But you don’t know that for sure.” She emphasized the last part.

“Jazz. I’m sure that something was happening.” Phantom insisted.

The girl’s eyes shifted to him. “Alright. But, even if you're sure something happened, you don’t know what it was. And you may never know. There might not even be a way to figure it out.”

The ghost bit his lip. “We… we could try. We could investigate. There’s gotta be answers somewhere? There’s that library Sidney told me about. Maybe we could find something there?”

Jazz frowned, worry flickering across her face. After a thoughtful pause… “If you really think there’s something to this, we can look into it. But…” One hand lifted off of Fenton’s shoulder, moving to Phantom. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now. Like getting you back to being one Danny.”

The Dannys looked at each other, faces darkening with identical guilt. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s true but…” Both said at the same time.

“I want to know.” Fenton pleaded.

“No, I… I need to know.” Phantom argued.

“Do you though?” Jazz raised a brow. “If you got an answer, would it change anything?”

“Yes.” The ghost boy frowned.

“Would it really though?” The red-head implored. “It wouldn’t change what happened. You still went into the portal because you were curious. No one forced you to do that, even if there was an outside influence. You still made that decision. And you still choose how you’d respond after.”

The words dug into Fenton’s heart. “Uhh. Yeah, that’s right.” He looked down shamefully.

“And it doesn’t change your current situation. You’re still split and we’re still trying to figure out how to fix that.”

“Yeah.” Phantom agreed, sadly.

“So you see what I’m saying? Knowing won’t change anything. And sitting here and wondering about it… that’ll just drive you crazy.”

“But…” The human Danny bit his lip. “I still want to know.”

Jazz reached forward, squeezing his hand. “I get that. I do. And if you really think there’s something here, we can talk to Mom and Dad and investigate.”

Both Dannys perked up, nodding enthusiastically.

“But.” Jazz interrupted before they could speak, holding a finger up. “After we get you back in one body . And…” Her expression softened. “With the understanding that there might not be an answer to find. And if there is one… it might not be the one you want.”

Phantom stiffened, looking up and meeting her eyes. “Jazz. I…” He opened and closed his mouth, struggling for words. But there were none. Both of him knew there was no refuting what their sister was saying. Still… both boys’ shoulders slumped.

Jazz continued softly. “I know. I know that sucks but it’s true. If you go into this with that attitude, thinking that you need to know because it will be some earth-shattering revelation that will make all this pain worth it, and it’s not the answer you’re looking for, you’ll be devastated.”

“But… I won’t… I wouldn’t be that upset. I mean… It’ll be what it is and I’ll be fine….” Fenton argued, grasping at increasingly slippy straws. Then his words trailed off as he realized the lie on his tongue. But he continued, cringing as he still tried to justify his denial. “But… I mean… if this did happen for a reason, if I do have some destiny, then don’t I need to know? I mean… this could change-”

“Danny, this doesn’t change anything.” The girl narrowed her eyes, counting off on her fingers. “It doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t change your current situation. And it in no way erases the immense progress you’ve made in the last few weeks. I know this feels like world shattering information, like everything’s different…. but it’s not. I promise you it’s not.”

“Because, no matter what else was going on, I made a choice.” Ghost Danny offered, only a slight question in his voice. “I went in there because I was curious. There’s no changing what happened.” Yes. Yes. That was true. Fenton agreed. But… “So there’s no point wondering about it. But…”

“It’s hard to stop worrying.” Jazz supplied, understanding.

“Yeah.” Phantom said mildly.

“Yeah.” The human agreed. His sister was right. Despite what his heart was still screaming, this didn’t necessarily change everything. In fact, it might not change anything at all. “You’re right. Like you said, the accident and split still happened. Maybe something brought us there. Or maybe it was just random, just happened because of my own actions. Either way… we probably wouldn’t know for a long time. So…” He took a breath. “We’ll try to stop worrying about it.”

His sister’s face softened as she offered a comforting smile. “And no matter what we find out or don’t find out, you’ll be alright. Everyone loves you so much and we’re all here for you. Okay? So you don’t need to keep stressing yourself out.”

Fenton looked to his ghost half. The other boy was still biting his lip, an unsure expression on his face. And…. the human knew what that was; he felt it too. He wanted to believe that. He wanted to stop worrying about all this but… there was more.

Jazz must have read something else in his expression as well. “What is it?”

Phantom’s shoulders rose, tense. “It’s just… all of this is a lot. Talking about the accident and wondering if it wasn't really an accident… and…. Everything else that’s happened. It’s…. I’ve been through so much bad stuff. Like…. being split… not… not feeling like a whole person, Because… because I’m not…. it hurts. It hurts so much.” He shivered. “The accident, dying was… was bad, really bad. It… it shouldn’t have happened. I’m…I’m 14. I’m a freaking kid. Kids aren’t supposed to die.” His voice lowered, pained. “I wasn’t… wasn’t supposed to die like this.”

There was a long, heavy moment of silence. Phantom’s head hung down, a grieved expression on his face. Jazz bore the same look. And Fenton…. His heart hurt. Because that was true. All those bad things had happened to him. It wasn’t fair, there was no excusing it, not changing it and yet….

“I hate that any of this happened. But…” Phantom finally looked up, taking a breath. “Good stuff came out of it. I was really curious and excited to see what’s on the other side of the portal and now I get to find out personally. I’ve seen it. I’ve met another ghost and I’m finding out what it’s like to be one myself. And… that’s not… that’s not all bad, right?” He looked at Fenton.

The human nodded eagerly, feeling the corner of his lip turn up. “No, there’s some really awesome stuff about being a ghost. Flying’s incredible. And seeing the night sky like we can, with all those colors….” He sighed, some of that enthusiasm waning. “It’s just… all this horrible stuff happened. And this good stuff too. And we… I don’t know how to feel about it.”

Jazz’s brow furrowed, expression just as conflicted as his own. “I don’t know either, Danny. I don’t know.” She sighed. “I do know… I hate that you had to go through all this too. You didn’t deserve it and it wasn’t fair. No one likes going through pain. Suffering in and of itself isn’t good but… you’re right. Good things can come out of it. Life is strange like that. But I’m proud of how you’ve handled all this.” Her voice rang out, loving and genuine.

Fenton slowly smiled at the words. “Really? You’re proud of me?”

“Yes. You’ve grown so much.” Jazz vowed. “I know this has been so hard. But you’ve clearly learned a lot.” She looked between the two versions of her brother. “I remember how awkward things were between you just a few weeks ago. But you’re accepting yourself and…” The corner of her lip turned up. “You’re happier. I’ve noticed how much you’ve loved bantering with yourself.”

“Yeah.” Phantom agreed. “Being split has sucked but… I like that part.” His grieved expression finally melted away, into an appreciative smile. “Fenton does always laugh at my puns.”

The human rolled his eyes, his face slowly mirroring Phantom’s. “I mean… who else is gonna appreciate that sense of humor? Other me’s a pun master.” Fenton said, with more than a hint of affection. Then…. The boy sighed, more serious. “Still… it’s hard. All this bad stuff and good stuff coming from the same thing. It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair, eyes big and earnest. “Phantom asked me, right after we told Mom and Dad, if I regret going in the portal. And… I still don’t know. I wouldn’t…” He clenched his jaw, pained at the thought. “I wouldn’t want to die again. But I wouldn’t want to lose my powers either. Something horrible brought me something really good. So….” He breathed out, soft gaze fixing on Phantom before turning back to Jazz. “How do I make sense of that?”

“Maybe… “ Jazz’s flickered from one face to other. She reached out to take one of Fenton’s and one of Phantom’s hands, squeezing. “you don’t need to.”

The human boy blinked. “What?”

“Maybe you don’t need to make sense of this.” She continued, softly, so gently. “It’s okay if you don’t know. This is so complicated. And maybe you can’t simplify it into good or bad. And you don’t need to. Just… take the good and bad together.”

Something in both Dannys’ heart and core stirred at the words. Something inside untensed, loosened even, at the revelation. Could they… could they do that? Just… stop trying to make everything fit together, just stop trying to make everything make sense. Both pairs of eyes started watering and both bodies leaned forward at the same time as Jazz. Again, the girl wrapped both of her brother up in a hug.

“Really?” Phantom whispered.

Jazz nodded, her hair brushing Fenton’s face with the movement. “Yes. You don’t have to have an answer, okay? You don’t have to make everything make sense. Just take things as they are.”

Human Danny relaxed at the words, a burden lifted off of him with the new perspective. He breathed. “So… all that good and bad stuff…”

His sister tightened her hold. “I heard someone say once. ‘Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things either or make them unimportant.’ Horrible things did happen to you, Danny. But there’s been really great things too. So… don’t get so lost in the bad that you stop seeing the good.”

Neither boy responded, just taking in the words, the truth. The truth. Because it was the truth. He’d see it, the good coming from the bad. The struggle, the injustice, the pain was still there but… it didn’t outshine what he’d gained.

The two Dannys pulled away. “Sam and Tuck said something like that to me, when we hung out before telling Mom and Dad.” Phantom added thoughtfully. “What happened to me was bad, really bad. Horrible actually. And that mattered; we don’t need to ignore or discount that. But… I’m still here and I’m still me, even if I’m different.”

He was different, Fenton agreed. He was and…. The memory of that night blossomed in his mind. “Being half ghost has changed me. But…” Tucker’s words rang in his head. “That’s life. Things that happen change you, but you get to choose if it changes you in a good way or a bad way.”

“I hope it’s mostly been in good ways.” The ghost mused, earnest with just a hint of uncertainty.

“Yes, it has.” His sister reassured. “I’ve seen how much you’ve grown. Comparing where you started, when you told Mom and Dad about your powers before the ghost catcher to now…” She shook her head, her own eyes watering in emotion. “You’re so much more confident, more comfortable with yourself. And this, being so open about what you’re thinking and feeling, trusting me like this….” She smiled lovingly. “I am so honored and I’m so proud of you.” She repeated the same words she said earlier.

The human boy and ghost looked at each other for a moment, each considering the words. Those words, said so lovingly, so affectionately….. The corner of both mouths turned up, comforted. Jazz really… she really did believe in them. It felt so nice for someone to be proud of him. And… there was some truth to her words. The sight of his ghostly face in the mirror wasn’t scary anymore. For the most part, the powers weren’t terrifying and uncontrollable but actually pretty cool. And they had talked more openly about secrets, pains, and struggles with loved ones in the past few weeks. But….

“You’ve come so far with accepting yourself.” Jazz continued. “And with trusting us with what’s going on. Me, your friends, Mom and Dad… we’re all so proud of you.”

Fenton’s heart clenched at the last part, the happy, assured attitude draining. Mom and Dad….

The human boy bit his lip. “Do you really think Mom and Dad are proud of me?”

His sister’s smile suddenly twitched into a frown. “Yes, of course. Why would you ask that?”

Phantom looked down. “There’s… still a lot we haven’t told them.”

“Like what?” Jazz asked.

The words weren’t said severally, but gently, kindly. Still… Fenton fought not to curl in on himself as his guilt flared.

“Personal stuff.” His ghost muttered. “Like… how I used to be so sure that they were right. That… there really was something wrong with me. That I was… was a monster.”

A dozen now-forsaken thoughts sprung up in Fenton’s mind. He’d been so afraid of his powers, so scared of the ‘symptoms’ overtaking him. He’d been so terrified, so disgusted with the idea of himself as a ghost that…

“I thought I was an imposter.” His ghost half finished the thought. “Right after the ghost catcher. I thought… Fenton was the real Danny and I was just a fake, some… some confused ghost. Because… there was… there was no way I was their son. Not when… when they still had a normal, human son. I was just… some monster. ”

Fenton didn’t say anything, just wrapping an arm around his other half in solidarity. The ghost sniffled, tears welling in his eyes again. A heavy pause fell over the room.

Then finally, Jazz spoke. “Danny… Phantom you really… you really thought you were an imposter, that you weren’t Danny?”

Both boys looked up, taking in her face. The red-head’s eyes were wide. Surprise, devastation, and… just a hint of realization flashed over her face. Both Dannys nodded.

“I am so sorry.” Jazz vowed. “I am so sorry something made you think that. And…” Her expression hardened, anger flickering across her face. “Mom told you that, tried to convince you, even after you told our parents who you are.”

“That’s why we hadn’t told them about that.” Phantom’s shoulders fell. “We haven’t really told them much about what happened between going through the ghost catcher and when I finally talked to them.”

Fenton nodded, studying Jazz again. Her brow furrowed, lips pursed. And the boy half expected her to push, to ask why he hadn’t told them, to demand he talk to them but…

“I think I understand why you didn’t tell them everything at first.” She blew out a breath, face softening. “But… do you want to tell them now?”

There was no demand, no persuasion, no pressure. Just a simple question.

“We should tell them.” Fenton bit his lip. “But… I don’t know.”

Phantom ran a hand through his hair. “They’ve gotten so much better. But…. I don’t know if we can trust them with this yet. I mean… what are they…. What are they going to think? Things are finally good with them. And I don’t… don’t want to ruin it with this. What if they can’t handle it?”

Both Dannys hated the words coming out of their mouth. This same old song and dance. Trust and vulnerability argued to be heard. Mom and Dad accepted his ghost half; they’d seen it in a dozen different ways in the past week. But…old hurts and fears flared. A week… a week wasn’t really that long. And this secret, this hurt could drive a wedge. Everyone had been so happy lately and bringing this up would… it would just drudge up bad feelings. He didn’t want his parents to be upset but…

“Danny…” Jazz drew him out of his thoughts. “Don’t worry about whether or not Mom and Dad can handle it. The question is, are you ready to trust them with this?”

“Yes… No. I don’t know.” Fenton shook his head.

His mind whirled, pulled in two directions. He should tell them. He needed to tell them. And yet… fear. Bringing up… bringing up those feelings in front of Jazz was hard enough.

“I don’t… I don’t wanna tell them.” Phantom fixed his eyes down.

“Danny…” Their sister started.

“I’m not ready.” The ghost’s shoulders rose. “I’m not… I’m not ready to bring all that up again.” His voice didn’t wave, more certain than Fenton’s response had been.

Jazz didn’t say anything for a moment, frown deepening. Then she sighed. “If you don’t feel ready, then I guess you don’t need to talk to them about this right now.”

Both Dannys suddenly looked up, surprised. “Really? I figured you’d-”

She cut the human boy off, eyes narrowing. “But you can’t put it off indefinitely. You’ll have to talk to them at some point.”

“Do we really have to though?” Phantom whined slightly. “I mean… do they really need to know…”

The red-head crossed her arms. “You’ve talked about this with me multiple times. Yes, the imposter bit is new information. But clearly you internalized a lot of their harmful, biased opinions about ghosts, hence why you were so terrified of your powers and thought you were a monster. Clearly, this has really bothered you. And you wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn’t important to you.”

Fenton’s shoulders fell. Well…. There was no argument there. “Okay, you got me there. It does… it does really bother me but… what exactly am I supposed to say?” He shrugged, shoulders lifting in question. “Hey Mom and Dad, you know that awful stuff you taught me about ghosts growing up? Well, it really f-ed me up.”

“Enough that I literally didn’t think I was a real person for almost an entire week.” Phantom added pointedly.

“It’s a start.” Jazz sighed, shaking her head. “Maybe not so pointed though.” She raised a brow, giving him a serious look. “Starting with an accusatory tone is likely to provoke a defensive response. But you have the general idea.” Her expression then softened. “Danny, I know you don’t want to talk to them and you don’t feel ready. But you’ll have to at some point. And it’s better to try to plan, and go into the situation knowing that you’re going to have that conversation, than to just blurt it out. So plan how you’ll do this, okay?”

For several heartbeats, both Dannys just sat there with their arms crossed. Fenton almost scowled, tempted to argue. Earlier, he would have refused to listen. Talking to his parents about this emotional stuff willingly? Just saying it, not because he was pressured or feeling upset, but because he just chose to? No thank you. And yet…

The last time he’d just blurted it out and blown up…. The memory flashed in Fenton’s mind, making him shiver. Mom’s snarling face, eyes burning with anger. ‘You’re supposed to be human!’ The air sucked out of Phantom’s lungs. ‘I was right. You’re not sorry. You’ll never really love a ghost.’ Turning tail and fleeing.

They’d just flown away then, just fled, convinced that Mom still hated Phantom. But… they’d been wrong. They’d been wrong. Mom had run into the Ghost Zone to find him. She’d apologized. She was trying so hard to make it up to them, to be not just comfortable with but to completely love and accept his ghostliness.

And after the game night, when she’d said good night to them… Mom had tried to ask about him and Phantom. His parents had asked about the accident too. They wanted to know. They wanted to help him, to share that pain. And yet… there was still this barrier between them. Danny himself was still putting up that wall.

Heart and core clenching guilty, both ghost and human sighed, answering in sync. “We’ll think about it.”

Jazz frowned, eyes narrowing slightly. “No, don’t just think about it. Do it.” She pointed a finger at them. “I’d hate to do it but If you won’t talk to them sooner rather than later, I will poke. I’m not letting you get out of this conversation.”

The ghost boy put up his hands. “Jeez, Jazz. Give us a few days before you throw me under the bus.”

“Hey.” The girl pointed. “The last time you asked for space and I gave it to you, you got into a huge fight with Mom and ran off to another dimension. I’ll only poke if you don't talk to them.” The girl huffed. “And it would be for your own good.” Her eyes softened. “I don’t want you tearing yourself up because of this and I really think talking to Mom and Dad would help you.”

“You’re probably right.” Fenton muttered, not happy with admitting that his sister was correct in this aspect. “We do need to talk to them and it… might… help.”

Phantom sighed. “So we’ll figure out how to have that conversation.”

“Good.” The red-head nodded. “And I will hold you to that.”

“Of course you will.” Fenton rolled his eyes.

“Hey.” Jazz’s expression softened. “I’m so insistent because I care about you. You know that, right?”

With that, the grumpy attitude dissolved. “Yeah, we know.” Both said in unison.

“And if you need to talk about everything some more, I’m here, okay?” She reached out, placing a hand on each boy’s arm and squeezing.

“Okay.” Phantom nodded. “We’re good for now but we’ll let you know.” The words were authentic, reflecting the gratitude in his core. “Thanks for always listening and…” The tears had long since stopped, but he wiped the remnants from his face. “Dealing with me.”

Fenton offered their sister a smile as well. “Yeah, thanks Jazz.” The human’s cheeks reddened with a blush. “Sorry for getting all cry-y on you.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it. Realizing what you did was a lot. You have every right to get upset.” Her eyes shone proudly. “Thank you for sharing that with me. And I’m really proud of you for talking about the accident.” Again, she reached forward, hugging both versions of her brother. “I love you so much, Danny.”

The Dannys returned the sentiment. “I love you too, Jazz.”

They lingered in the hug for a few moments before Jazz pulled away. “If you don’t need me for anything else, I’ll let you go to bed.”

“We’re good.” Fenton answered. At the same time, his ghost half nodded, agreeing.

Jazz stood and Phantom floated off the bed, starting to prepare himself for the night. The red-head walked to the door and reached to open it but…

“Jazz?” Fenton asked.

“Yes?” She turned to face him.

“Did you seriously use a Doctor Who quote on me?” One eyebrow raised, lips parting in a subdued smile.

The corner of Jazz’s lips turned up as well, eyes sparking playfully. “It’s a good quote.”

Phantom shook his head, chuckling. “From Vincent and the Doctor? Your favorite episode, right?”

Their sister nodded, looking pleased. “That’s the one. I can’t believe you remembered that was my favorite.”

The ghost shrugged. “It’s a really good episode. Not as good as The Unquiet Dead though.” He grinned.

Jazz shook her head. “Of all the episodes… I will never understand, why that one?”

Fenton held out his fingers, as if to start counting. “Well first, it’s from the first season of the new series, and you never skip Nine. Second-”

“Don’t you start.” The girl rolled her eyes. “We both need to sleep.”

Phantom’s eyes flashed, a mischievous look covering his face. “Well actually-”

“No.” Jazz pointed a finger at him. “I’m going to bed.” She opened the door and…

“Actually… it was a really good quote.” The ghost boy interrupted, the playful look replaced with something grateful. “Really relevant. So… thanks again, Jazz.”

“Anytime.” The red-head smiled. “Anytime. Good night, little brother.”

“Good night.” Both Dannys chorused.

With that, Jazz closed the door and soon after, Fenton fell asleep.

#Danny Phantom #my fic #Double Danny #Split Danny #Face to Face #Prepare for the angst!!

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monst · 4 years

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Can you do Shinsou, Aizawa, and Dabi for waking in in your sleeping in the nude as well? I love this little series so much

What are Pyjamas?

All characters 18+

Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta, Dabi x reader.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Noncon touching, questionable actions. Sexy times themes. Lol they’re under the cut since they ended up longer than I anticipated. Lol I couldn’t help myself and connected Dabi’s Hc with TDS Christmas pt1 :P

Shinsou Hitoshi

Tired, You were beyond tired. You knew you weren’t the only one as you had worked late into the morning with Shinsou again. You didn’t know how the pro-hero did it but damn you were exhausted. Your only solace was that this night had ended in the capture of the villain the both of you had teamed up to pursue

It was well about three in the morning and the trains had stopped running meaning that you had two choices, walk home or crash at the agency. You would have called a cab but your cell was out of commision due to the fight earlier that day. That and you chose the perfect day to leave your wallet at home so you couldn’t stay the night at a hotel.

“My place is nearby. You can stay the night.” Shinsou had offered for the millionth time. He knew you were a prude and you cared a lot about your public image but you were falling asleep standing up and he was genuinely concerned. He was relieved when you had finally agreed. “I don’t know why you didn’t agree the first time I offered.” He huffed unlocking his door. “I don’t want people to assume that I'm sleeping with higher ranking heros to get my name up there you know that Hitoshi.”

He let you be and offered to let you sleep in his room. But you refused to even touch the bed. Why? “I’m not going to sleep all filthy.” You pouted. You were really high maintenance but Shinsou didn’t mind. In fact he figured that it was probably a good idea if he washed off the day’s collected grime as well. You had insisted that he go first as it was his home. You waved him off when he pulled the ‘your my guest’ card.

He didn’t take long and soon you found yourself inside the clean bathroom. Your clothes were on the ground and you had decided to draw yourself a bath. When you slipped into the warm water you sighed blissfully, the epsom salt in the water doing wonders to ease the strain of your sore muscles. Man you could soak here for hours…..

Shinsou had made tea. A soothing blend of valerian root and star anise. He loved the herbal mix and figured you’d appreciate it as it helped to relax your body and aided in a good night's rest… He had drank his tea a while ago and you tea sat there getting cold… He was beginning to worry. He hadn’t heard a crash indicating that you fell.... But he figured he should check up on you regardless.

“(Name)?” He had tried the door but you didn’t answer. His hand tried the door knob and he realized the door was unlocked. “(N-Name) I’m coming in okay?” He pushed the door open and squeezed his eyes shut… He didn’t hear a scream… He opened a purple eye. His jaw dropped. Color rushed to his cheeks as the bubbles had died and left your nude form visible. His eyes observed your form and before he could get any ideas he shook his head.

“Honestly (Name).” He sighed. “You have no idea how badly this could have ended.” He reprimanded your unconscious form. He looked at his face in the mirror and frowned as his entire face was rouge even the tips of his ears were a fiery red. “I… I guess I can’t just leave you in there.” He flushed, moving closer to the tub. “Jeez you look like I murdered you.” He snickered trying to calm his racing heart.

You were still sudsy and his eyes lingered on your exposed breasts. He bit his lip and told himself he wasn’t a pervert as he drained the tub. His face was hot as he noticed how the water left your skin glowing. He rolled up his sleeves and turned on the tab allowing the warm water to run. He pulled his hair back and grabbed a cup he kept at the edge of the tub and proceeded to clean you off.

His hands lingered against your skin as he couldn’t help but think that you were gorgeous. He had imagined you nude from time to time but he wasn’t holding his breath on seeing you so vulnerable before him. Your breasts were so soft, his fingers brushed against your nipples experimentally and he flushed at the soft sigh that escaped your lips. He pulled back to roll up his pajama pant legs and he hopped in the tub raising your legs to wash the soap off.

“You even look good down here.” he mused brushing his fingers against your damp clit. “Hmm” He pulled back and continued his task. It was then that he realized he would have to change. He heaved your body up and out of the tub being careful so he didn’t fall. He smiled as you clung to him, nuzzling your cheek to his now damp shirt. “Your a handful (Name)... Literally.” He chuckled bringing you into his room to dry you off.

He took the time to memorize your body before slipping one of his shirts onto your frame. He gave your cheek a kiss as he covered you with the warm blanket. “Sleep well (Name)” He hummed walking out of the room and laying on the couch…. A slow smile slipped onto his face as he recalled your nude form. He knew you’d be in his dreams for days to come. He just hoped that one day it’d be you sliding your hand into his pants to take care of him..

Aizawa Shouta

You were hurt. Or so that’s what he was told. Apparently you had taken your class to help aid in recovering survivors of a landslide. To everyone’s relief no one was hurt. Everyone was helped out of the situation but the villain that caused the slide was still in the area. And like any hero you moved before you could think. It was amazing how you protected everyone and apprehended the villain but you didn’t leave unscathed.

While fighting the hero who manipulated earth you were caught in a bind. You managed to break free but you he had fractured a couple of your ribs. After the situation was resolved you brought to Recovery girl. A stupid grin was on your face. Well Recovery girl called it stupid. She told you that you shouldn’t be so reckless and that you didn’t have to take on the villain by yourself just to impress your class.

“Oh come on I kicked ass.” You grinned. “And I looked good doing it- Ouch!” She had poked your bruised torso and you grimaced. “I should leave you like this” She frowned. “Please don’t I have a test I need to give my students tomorrow.” You smiled sheepishly. Recovery girl’s lips touched your skin and you felt better. Your chest was still tender and bruised but your bones had started to repair themselves.

“It would be better if you stayed here for the night. Try not to move around too much so that you can heal faster.” She instructed. “I don’t want to see you here again (Name) Your not a child to be fighting recklessly.” “Yeah, yeah” You frowned loosening the strings of your medical gown to get a look at the black and blue bruise. When she left you busied yourself with a book. “Damn I really wish I had my phone.” You yawned. You kept on reading till the words blurred and you drifted off.

When Aizawa had heard of your ‘hospitalization’ he was concerned. But even though Nemuri told everyone you were fine he wanted to check up on you. “Sensei! Ms. (Lastname) Dropped her phone when she fought that villain.” a student had told him, handing your phone to him… Well at least now he had an excuse to visit you without anyone becoming suspicious.

It was late when he decided to visit you. He had made sure no one was around and he also made sure all of his students were sleeping before he left. He stalked through the dark hallways making his way to your room your phone in his pocket. When he got near the room he frowned an annoyed sigh passing through his lips. You seemed to have the same bad habit as he did, staying up late into the night. He pushed the door open to scold you.

To his surprise you were asleep, soft snores escaping your lips. He shook his head a soft smile coming to his lips. He went to pull away the curtain to put your phone on the coffee table beside you and when he did he paused. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t disappointed but he was surprised nonetheless.

The knots of your gown has been undone leaving your body completely bare. “Usually people have their undergarments on underneath.” He mused removing the book that covered your chest. “But then again you aren’t most people.” He snickered. A frown was set on lips as he made out the discoloration of your bruise. Hie fingers brushed against the bruise and you groaned in discomfort.

“Look at what they did to your beautiful skin.” He frowned tracing the areas lightly. “Shouta” You mumbled sleepily. He scoffed pinching your nipple making you gasp. “You're always causing trouble.” He muttered trailing his fingers down your body. “I don’t know why I was surprised.” He grinned. “You’ve love being naked.” He would know. Not everyone was aware but the two of you were lovers. And as your lover he wasn’t pleased that you put yourself in harms way when others could have helped you.

“I should punish you for that, for making me worry.” He whispered his fingers brushing against you slick folds. He rolled his eyes when he felt how wet you were. His dark eyes turned to look at what you were reading before you went to bed. Erotica, of course. You really had no shame reading such a book in public. “S-Shouta~” You hummed as his fingers began to circle your clit.

“Even as you sleep you know who you belong to.” He mused. “Nnngh” He buried his fingers deep inside your cunt watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure while you slept. “You're so careless.” He frowned thrusting his fingers into your tight heat while his fingers pressed against your sensitive clit. He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear and bit down lightly. “Anyone could have walked in on you like this.”

“Ah~” He felt your walls pulse around his fingers in warning. And just as you were about to cum you woke. You looked around in confusion. You were panting and your body felt hot. “W-What the?” You noticed your phone on the desk next to the book you read and on the chair beside the desk was a familiar scarf. “Oh shit.” You gasped your blood running cold. You turned your head to the other side and caught the red eyes of your lover. “Oh shit? Is that all you have to say?” “H-Hi b-babe? H-how’s it going?”

Dabi

Dabi’s breath came out in ragged pants as he looked around the corner. ‘Shit!’ he thought as he saw the heroes drawing closer. He was all out of gas and if he knew if he tried to take out the one coming closer then he’d get cornered by the others. Dabi wasn’t stupid he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of them on. His blue eyes looked around wildly. ‘Think, think, think!-’ He recognized that chinese store.

His eyes lit up as a smirk graced his scarred features. It seemed as though he would have to pay you an impromptu visit. Surprisingly enough his noodle arms were strong enough to heave him over gates as he made his way to your residence. Once the building was in sight he wasted no time in climbing up the fire escape. And just as the voices of the heros turned the corner he was closing your window shut, dodging when a flashlight shined in his direction.

Man he was so glad that he had busted your window the last time he visited. Come to think of it the last time he visited he was also an unwanted guest, the thought made him grin. He didn’t bother turning on the light as he opened your fridge. His eyes caught sight of your tupperware and he pulled it out. He had hit the jackpot, it was homemade. The barbarian didn’t even bother to use the microwave instead he heated up the glass with his flames to cook the food.

You were a good cook he mused as he browsed through the channels on your t.v. He wondered about what you’d say if you woke up to see him eating your food and watching a sitcom in your living room. A snicker escaped his lips as he compared his invasion of your home to goldilocks. Well? That wasn’t a bad idea. He might as well complete the story by taking your bed as well.

Locked. He had to give you credit you were smart to lock your bedroom door. But Dabi was a man of many villainous talents and picking a lock was like stealing candy from a baby… A baby who had a deathgrip. Why was the lock being so bitchy? You must have done something. You were a crafty one so he was willing to bet you did something. “You think your so slick don’t you sugar plum.” He frowned. He worked at the lock for a couple of minutes till it finally clicked.

When he turned the knob and stepped inside he almost tripped. “Fucking energy lights” He hissed as the shoes glitched in a flash of blue. Your room was a mess. And he had to dodge everything but legos to make it to your bed. His eyes made out your form on the bed but the soft glow of your laptop was more appealing. Your bed was right next to your dresser and it seemed like you had the laptop angled towards you before you fell asleep. “Let’s see what you were watching before you went to sleep sweetheart.” He chuckled.

Great you had a password. He had failed twice but then recalled the name of the soup kitchen you volunteered at. “Typical.” He snorted watching as the screen displayed a play button. He wondered what a goodie toe-shoes like you watched. Who knows maybe you watched fighting tactics and that’s how you got out of his hold the first time you met. The video buffered a bit before playing and a lo whistle left his lips. “Well hello.” He grinned watching as the girl in the video spread her legs wider. The other actress licked a stripe up the girls cunt and she let out an exaggerated moan.

“How naughty.” He chuckled sitting on the edge of your bed to browse through your history. “This kinky bitch.” He muttered as he read the thumbnails of the videos you had watched. He turned his head to chide your sleeping self “Not so innoce-” His words died in his throat. How the fuck didn’t he notice before? His eyes ran up and down your exposed body and he hummed in satisfaction at what he saw. “You know you look a lot better like this than with those ugly ass clothes.” He mumbled.

It was then that he caught sight of the crumbled towel at the foot of your bed. But what really surprised him was the object near your thigh. “You lewd bitch.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fingers around the large neon blue dildo. It was big. Bigger than he was. He was curious. There was no way this whole thing fit up your pussy. Right? Well you know what they say right? Curiosity killed the cat.

He dug around your drawer till he found your ill concealed lube. “Sparkling cherry.” he rolled his eyes. The heathen didn’t even bother taking off his shoes as he climbed on top of your bed. His warm hands took the underside of your knees and he pulled you closer all while spreading your legs. You looked so different like this. When he had started keeping tabs on you it was strictly to make sure you didn’t spill the beans on who he was watching that one christmas morning. He wasn’t planning on enjoying your company nor did he foresee himself in this position with you. You were always just a...Friend?

“A safe haven.” He muttered as he doubted his actions. He swallowed thickly an odd sense of guilt flooding his body. You were someone he could count on. Someone he came to rant to, someone who gave him warm meals and no matter how enticing you looked and despite the fact that he had a raging hard on and he wanted nothing more than to shove the toy up your cunt.. He couldn’t… Dabi huffed in annoyance and went to move from on top of you.

“Pussy.” He heard you slur. His electric blue eyes shot to yours quickly. His jaw dropped. You were awake!?!? “You bitch were you awake the whole time?” He hissed. “Your loud as fuck. But no I woke up when you touched me. Your hands are insanely hot.” You commented. Well.. Since you were now awake that changed things. “Well?” “Well what?” He frowned. “Are you gonna put it in or not?” You grinned. He mirrored your smirk “You asked for it twinkle toes.” “Seriously!? Would you stop calling me tha-Ah~”

I guess Dabi got his answer :P

#Dabi #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #dabi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi smut #shinsou smut #shinsou hitoshi smut #aizawa shouta smut #aizawa smut #eraserhead x reader

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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Dating your brother’s best friend, what could go wrong?

The line you walked every day was a fine one; dating your brother’s best friend, but it was one you walked gladly. You loved Remus, you did, but your brother had a tendency to be a bit overprotective of you, glaring daggers at anyone he didn’t approve of, scaring most potential boyfriends away. But Sirius had flown under the radar, his advances completely unknown to Remus, and now, nearly three months later, you were his and he was yours, and your brother was completely clueless.

It was for the best, you both felt that way. Remus would undoubtedly try to split you up if he knew you were together; thinking Sirius wasn’t good enough for his sister. Your brother, while he loved Sirius dearly, thought of him as someone who slept with a girl once and moved on. And he wasn’t entirely wrong; before he met you, that was Sirius’ usual routine. But then you’d stolen his heart, and no other girl could ever begin to compare.

But as Remus had no idea about your relationship, yours and Sirius’ time together was limited: kept to midnight cuddles in the common room, stolen kisses in the corridors, a quick shag in the quidditch locker rooms. Of course, Sirius managed to steal you away for hours at a time, bringing you to the Room of Requirement to study together, take a nap and cuddle, just to spend time together. But you both wanted more. So, the day after the full moon, Sirius came to your dorm, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me,” he said, offering you the flowers. You smiled as you took them, conjuring a vase of water for them. “I’d love that,” you replied, but you paused as you reached for your bag. “Wait, what about Remus?” Sirius smiled, stepping towards you, placing his arms around you. “We both know that he’s too exhausted and sore to get out of bed today. Why shouldn’t we go out?” You thought for a moment before nodding, and Sirius beamed.

He pecked your lips before looping his arm through yours, pulling you through the corridors towards Hogsmeade. The two of you decided on the Three Broomsticks, where your boyfriend insisted on paying for your drink, settling yourselves in a corner booth. Sirius pulled you into his lap, completely unashamed and unafraid to show you affection in public. Your arms were around his neck, his around your middle, his lips on yours at once. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

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Remus knew something was wrong the second he woke. Granted, he woke at 2 PM, but hey, he’d had a long night. Moony was still lurking at the forefront of his mind, and even after the full moon had set, he knew something was off. Slowly, Remus rose and dressed, reaching for the walking stick that you’d made him, and made his way into the common room. At once, he noticed two people missing: you and Sirius. James was stretched out on the couch, Lily stroking his hair, a book on her lap.

“Where’s Sirius?” Remus asked, his walking stick clinking on the stone floor. “Think he went to Hogsmeade,” James answered. “Huh,” Lily said, flipping the page of her book. “I think that’s where Y/N went too.” Remus shook his head, setting a slow pace to the little village. The last thing Remus wanted was for his best friend to be alone with his sister. Yes, he trusted Sirius not to overstep any lines you might draw, he wasn’t an animal, but he might try and persuade you, try and convince you that you should… Merlin, Remus couldn’t bear the thought.

He made his way into Hogsmeade and immediately into the Three Broomsticks. Remus’ eyes scanned over the tavern, landing on the slightly shadowed corner booth. Sure enough, there you were, perched in Sirius bloody Black’s lap, your lips on his. “Sirius!” Remus hissed, making you startle and Sirius roll his eyes. “Oh bloody hell, here we go.” “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Having a date with my girlfriend?” Sirius said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your girlfriend? Since when?” “Remus,” you began, but your brother held up a hand. “I’ll deal with you later.” “Deal with me?” you said, anger rising in you. “I am not a situation to be dealt with! I am a grown woman, and yes, I am dating Sirius, so either deal with it or fuck off.” You’d never spoken to your brother in such a way, but it felt good to say that you were dating Sirius, that he was yours.

Remus turned to Sirius, fire in his eyes. “I don’t like it-” “That’s obvious-” “But I saw you earlier. I saw how much you love her. And you do love her, right?” You were still in Sirius’ lap, and he held you closer, arms tight around your middle. “With everything I am, Moons.” “Good. But I swear to Merlin, if you ever so much as lay a finger on her without her consent, there won’t be anything that can keep me from you.”

Remus’ words were dire, but he broke out in a smile. Sirius smiled too, raising a hand in a mock salute. “Yes, sir,” he said, and Remus offered him his hand to shake. “I’m glad you’re happy, both of you,” your brother said. “We are,” you said, kissing Sirius’ cheek. All this time, you thought that dating your brother’s best friend would be a disaster, but as it turned out, it might not be that bad.

#sirius black x reader #harry potter fanfiction #sirius black x you #harry potter reader insert

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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He’s channeling his energy productively.

Jaune walked down the halls of Beacon backed to his dorm, it had been a long day so far, not a hard day though, just one of those days that kept going and seemed like they wouldn’t end. Making it back to his room would at least let him spend the rest of day how’d like.

The sounds of laughter followed a group of older girls walked pasted him. It was outside of class time so the students could wear whatever they wanted. They wore clothes that were made to go clubbing.

Jaune’s eyes had a life of their own as they stared at the girls walking past, you’d think having seven sisters would make him more respectful wouldn’t you? But, having a lesbian older sister, and a couple others that were bi, all they did was teach him how to peak without getting caught.

That said he’d doubt his friends would call him out for staring, considering some of the girls here had assets that would give Yang pause.

They didn’t notice him pausing and walked by, a fragrant fruity perfume left behind. Jaune couldn’t help but look behind him, watching those girls go, a sway in their step that cause something in Jaune to rise up.

“Dammit,” Jaune cursed as his pants tightened up.

Jaune look around before he adjusted his pants, so that his zipper wouldn’t fly off by accident again, and tucking his erection down his pant leg so that it’d be less noticeable.

Jaune felt frustration well up in him, this had become a reoccurring problem since he started Beacon. The girls here were just too damn hot! It made walking anywhere a damn hassle and a embarrassment, and he had no way to release any of his damn tension in his dorm, Nora had broken the locks to the bathroom and the door; That had probably been the closest he had ever come to killing somebody.

Letting out an other sigh he resigned himself to shuffling back to the dorm as the blood went flowing elsewhere. He should just thank his lucky stars that he’d never popped a boner anywhere near Ruby, Yang would have found out somehow, probably Nora, and then killed him.

Right as he got close to the dorms, Jaune’s blood-flow was back to normal, but he still felt tense and incredibly worked up.

The sound of weights being lifted, treadmills running, and other exercise equipment sounded from nearby.

The gym was only a short walk away from the dorms. Jaune paused for a moment, Nora and Yang always seemed to go to the gym when they go worked up, maybe he should try it, it’s not like he didn’t go often anyway, so what would it hurt to work out so stress?

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Jaune stared at the scroll in his hands, ‘10:03′ where did the time go? He went in at ‘4:26′, went to the weight rack, and then everything seemed to go into a blur, and then the next thing he remembered was a upperclassman telling him the gym was closing in soon.

“Guess, I had more stress to work out than I thought I did.” Jaune said to himself walking to the gym showers, suddenly starting to feel exhausted and wanting to jump into bed at the closest opportunity.

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The next morning was agonizing, his arms felt like they were made of pure, while on fire and being pulled apart! Maybe he went too hard last night.

He was also feeling cavernously hungry. No wonder Nora has an appetite like a black-hole.

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Jaune’s problem came back in full force during lunch when Yang leaned too far back and the top couple buttons of her shirt decided they wanted a life in the air force.

Leaving Jaune with a delicious view of her cleavage.

Yang looked at her shirt, “Shoot, I actually liked this one.” She then resumed eating.

A hand caressing his leg, brought him out of his vision. “Are you alright, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear

A mildly blush went up his face. “Yeah, just, uh, taking in the view.”

“Oh, ok then, but if your not feeling well, I can take you back to the room.”

“I’m good.” Jaune said a little too fast, as his mind started to fill in the blanks of what his monkey brain wanted to do to Pyrrha.

Pyrrha nodded.

Jaune felt thankful that Yang or Nora hadn’t found a chance to tease him about being alone with Pyrrha.

Lunch came and went, and Jaune made sure he was the last to get up, so that his problem wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t exactly fiddle with himself under the table without drawing attention. So with all the swiftness he had, he tucked himself into his pant-leg while getting up.

In hindsight, maybe walking behind his developed female friends, and especially Blake, was a bad idea. His other head disagreed with him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, combat class was a mess, but mostly cause he can’t being drawn to his friend outfits, they showed so much leg.

He went back to the gym again after class, he went to the treadmill and leg exercise machine. The upperclassman had to tell him to leave again.

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The rest of the week seemed to follow a similar pattern for Jaune, he’d wake up sore, but a little less so each day, go to class, end up aroused, then pent up, then go to the gym when he had the free time, and only when he had free time, going into those workout trances made him lose anytime for studying, hanging out, or training.

Training with Pyrrha was probably the hardest part of his week, literally and metaphorical, because while he loved Pyrrha like a sister, his body constantly reminded him that they were not siblings! It always made him feel disgusted when ever he looked at Pyrrha that way. No way Pyrrha ever looked at him that way.

After training with Pyrrha though, he still had two hours before the gym closed, and he was pent up again.

The upperclassman had told him to get an alarm or something, cause he wouldn’t always be there to tell him to leave.

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Hanging out with team RWBY was always a... Experience, they were fun, don’t get him wrong, but it was like chaos in a bottle. The bottle was also cracked, and there was no cork either.

Today he and the rest of his team came over to hangout, and Ruby insisted they play twister.

Jaune was forming a bridge with his arms bending backwards to stay on there spot, while Ruby was draped across him with one leg over his shoulder and the other over his arm, with her front laying across his stomach, and her arms going in between and around his legs. While Nora lay under him her chest pressing into his back. It was also a really small mat.

Everybody else had dropped out, or refused to play, while Blake controlled the game, and Yang video taped everything.

Then Nora sneezed into his neck. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Sneeze both tickled his neck and scared the life out of Jaune, as he somehow managed to jump a foot into the air from his position, carrying Ruby with him. They landed on Nora with a thud.

Jaune’s position with Nora’s chest on his back and Ruby’s legs on his chest, really wasn’t going to help with his tension, as his lower-body decided to achieve liftoff.

That said he had managed to get a grip on himself lately,. So Jaune calmly got off Nora, and picked up Ruby, putting her next to Nora. All while hiding his full mast, then went to the gym again.

“You think he’s alright?” Ruby asked innocently.

“Probably just rubbing one out.” Nora said full of confidence. “These sweater puppy's of mine are of a quality most women can only dream of, yet here I sit, my majesty a reality, I don’t blame Jaune at all.”

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Jaune was watching with wrapt attention as Ms. Goodwitch strode across the arena pointing out several flaws in recorded fights she had on holographic videos. Tapping them with her wand to enhance the smaller images at time.

RIIIP

Her blouse broke, showing off globes of creamy white flesh barely being contained by a purple bra.

Ms. Goodwitch paused, a light blush on her face. “Well, Students this should teach us to be prepared for anything.”

Jaune then got up, walking out the door.

“Mr. Arc, where do you think your going?” His teacher asked severely, as several laughs broke out of the room, many people pointing at him.

“To the gym. I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus much today.” “Very well, any others who wished to join him?”

The gym was very packed that day.

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Jaune enjoyed hanging out with Pyrrha, she was probably the best friend he ever had. He just wished she would stop having to bend over so often in front of him, or walking in front of him when she did that he couldn’t help but focus on her swaying hips.

Jaune sighed as he felt a rise tower start to erect. “I’m going to the gym be back later.”

Pyrrha merely looked bewildered. She though she had him for sure this time!

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The transfer students were interesting people, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They came from all walks of life, all paths, all creeds and kingdoms. From the strictly dressed military like Atlas Academy, to the survival of the fittest types and loosely dressed Shade Academy, or the storied and traditional style of Mistral. They were all interesting, diverse, strong and incredible sexy.

Ever since he ran into that black haired girl and her green haired partner, he somehow kept managing to find them in the most compromising or revealing positions possible.

So, Jaune started hitting the gym harder than ever.

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1 Year later....

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With a slight shaking arms Jaune pushed the loaded bar back up, exhaling. Then he took a slow, deep inhale as he lowered it down to his chest, then exhaled rising it up again. Inhale, exhale, till he finished his rep.

He rose up from the bench with a grate moan, feeling the warm soreness across his body. It hurt, but in a good way. In a way he couldn’t have appreciated a year ago.

Grabbing his towel he wiped the sweat off his face, and then cleaned off the bench. Treat the gym right, and it’ll treat you right back.

Jaune paused as he walked toward the shower, he had gotten into a habit of showering here so he didn’t have to make his teammate's rush to clean up, there was wall of mirror he looked himself over finding nothing of note, beside himself sweaty and his hair kinda sticky looking.

The water was cold, but high pressured, helping unwind any knots on his back and wash off grime better. He had started taking cold showers more frequently as in the field your rarely got to wash off in general, and if you did, it’s not likely you’ll get hot water, so it he thought it was probably best to get into the habit now.

Working out felt good, taking a shower afterword was just perfect. The only thing that would make it better was wearing his onesie, he had a right to comfort! But, it had gone mysteriously missing after he met Coco on his walk back from the gym half a year ago. So, for now he was stuck wearing white tank-top, and a pair of cotton shorts back to the dorm.

He waved by to the upperclassman about to close the gym, and left for his dorm. He may not have started going to the gym for the right reason, but over the course of a year, he felt like he had grown from then. In fact... what was the reason he started going to the gym? Something about women? Eh, must have been nothing. Ever since he started taking his training double seriously during the Vytal festival, it was like he just didn’t feel dating anybody till he around to being a huntsman, like that there was more to life than dating or stuff.

Jaune ran a hand through his hair, he had started growing it out at the beginning of the second year and now Pyrrha and everybody else vetoed him getting a hair cut!

“Hahah, jokes on them though, they have to brush the knots out of my hair!”

Walking back to his dorm a fruity perfume pasted his nose, a vaguely familar laughter along with it. Then a slightly familar group of girls were walking in the opposite direction as him. They looked like they came back from a night on the town. He liked the way they dressed, it complimented themselves very well.

As he walked pasted them they paused and stared at him, Jaune paused too, but shrugged, giving them a broad smile and a wave before walking back to his dorm.

Jaune failed to miss the women eyeing fucking him as he walked away, all of them red face and heavy breathing.

“Hmm, why do I feel like I’m in danger?”

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Jaune wasn’t sure when, but he had grown into a morning person. It was fun to get up in the morning now, he liked watching the sun rise, seeing the sky change colors on his morning runs.

Being team leader meant having responsibilities, so being a early riser now meant getting up his team, they were going to be third-years in a not small amount of time. So he made sure that they got up at a reasonable time to prepare for the day. Along with the fact on mission they would have to get up before the sun rise on most days.

Also, he especially liked to watch his teammates get up, it was entertaining in different ways from Nora crashing out of bed, to Ren rising from a blanket cocoon, and Pyrrha’s silly little death threats to any man stealing bitches out there.

He tended to wake them up with a gentle approach putting hand on there shoulders and carefully shaking them awake. He had forgotten how strong he was a couple of months ago when he sent Nora flying into a wall by accident, so had tried to be gentle.

The rest of Team Jnpr had learned a couple months ago that they no longer had a choice in waking up early, the only choice was before the sun was up or after.

Jaune put on his uniform for class, he frowned a little bit, as it was tighter than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s new? Guess it needs to be broken in.

Team RWBY met them at breakfast, Ruby refused to let her other bestie get ahead in the leader game by letting just JNPR get up early! Jaune didn’t notice but he often got murderous glances from Blake.

Eating breakfast Jaune felt a crick in his back so he leaned back.

Pop-pop-pop-pop, RIIIIP!

His buttons on his shirt fired off like a machine gun shattering against the walls of the cafeteria, and then his shirt fell to pieces, revealing his sculpted torso, arms and abs.

“Ahh man, I liked that shirt.” Then continued eating, not aware of the stares his friends, other students, and Ms. Goodwitch were giving his body, eyeing him up as much or more than he used to do to them.

AN: If this Jaune was ever put into a situation where couldn’t exercise for like a week, his libido would come back with vengeance and make him a unstoppable sex monster. That said, what are the odds of that happening?

#Jaune Arc #Not quite crack #Slight Himboification #Team JNPR #Team RWBY #Glynda Goodwitch

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