#fun fact! i sleep with a lamp on all the time and i can’t fall asleep in silence

[sequinsmile-x]

Early Hours

She was sure she hadn't slept properly in years, but she wouldn't change her life for anything.

Emily and Aaron are woken up in the middle of the night by their children.

-x-

Hi friends,

I know four days isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things for someone not to post but it is a long time for me so am sorry about that. Not to be 'one of those' fic writers, but I have the mumps and up until today it was fully melting my brain and face, and now it's just slightly melting my face. So I can write again!

This is a belated birthday fic for the lovely @whitecrossgirl. So sorry this is a few days late, but I hope you like it. Thanks for always being such a hype woman and always being happy for me to write things that make you yell. Here's to another year of unhinged fics and yelling <3

Let me know what you think!

-x-

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: none

Read over on AO3, or below the cut

Emily wakes up slowly, a luxury she hadn’t been afforded very often lately. 

She rolls from her side onto her back and sighs contentedly, arching her back as she stretches. It’s only when she winces at the ache in her breasts, the fullness of them, that her eyes fly open as she sits up, switching on the lamp on the nightstand as she desperately looks for the reason she’d barely slept recently - her two-week-old son. 

“Look, Elliot, Mommy is awake,” Aaron says quietly, and Emily turns to look at him, the momentary panic she’d felt over not having been woken up by her son’s hungry cries gone as soon as she lays eyes on them. Aaron is sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, with Elliot lying against his chest, his palm wider than the baby’s back as he kept him securely against him. Elliot was awake, his eyes wide as he looked around, content in his father’s embrace.

“Hi sweet boy,” she says, leaning in to kiss Elliot’s head, taking a moment to breathe him in, before she kisses her husband, her lips catching the corner of his before he turns his head to kiss her properly. She smiles as she pulls back and pushes some of his hair from his forehead, her smile getting wider as he flops back down. He looked impossibly handsome like this, deliciously rumbled from sleep, relaxed in a way she would have once thought wasn’t possible for him, “Morning honey.” 

He kisses her again, the action lost as he presses a smile against her lips, “Morning,” he looks at the clock on the nightstand and smiles when he sees it’s 3 am, “It’s technically morning anyway.” 

She hums and kisses him one more time before she pulls back, placing her hand over his on their son’s back, “Is he okay? You could have woken me up.” 

Aaron can’t help it when his smile gets wider, her love for their children something that never fails to make him fall impossibly more in love with her. 

It was something that had started before they got together as he watched her with Jack, the little boy who would one day transition from calling her Emily to Mom. She was attentive with him, talked to him on his level, and never made him feel like he had less than all of her attention when he needed it. Jack had told Emily that he loved her before Aaron had, beating his father to the punch, and Aaron still felt guilty even all these years later about the flash of jealousy he’d felt leaning against his son’s bedroom doorframe as Emily repeated it back to him. 

It was that same evening when Aaron asked her out on a date, nerves bubbling in his belly in a way they hadn’t since high school and he’d asked Haley out. Emily had barely let him finish his question, pulling him into a hug and a soft kiss before she told him she’d been waiting for him to ask. 

She still made fun of him even now by bringing up the fact he’d asked her if that was a yes, as if the way she was pressed against him, the taste of her lips still lingering on his, wasn’t an answer in itself. 

His love of watching her be a mother, something he’d always known she’d excel at, only increased when she was pregnant with Lucas. She’d spent the entire pregnancy worried she wouldn’t be any good at it, that her mother’s lack of maternal instinct was genetic, and he’d constantly reassured her that she’d be amazing, that she already was with Jack. The moment she’d held Lucas against her chest for the first time, her hands shaking as adrenaline and hormones washed through her, he’d seen the unrelenting love on her face as she memorised the now two-year-old’s features, her knuckles trailing down his soft skin as she soothed him with nothing more than her quiet reassurances and touch. 

When they found out Elliot was going to be a boy too, he’d asked her if she was disappointed that they weren’t having a girl, both of them aware of the fact this would be their last baby. She’d simply smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, tears shining in her eyes as she told him it was clearly her lot to be surrounded by Hotchner boys, a fate she wouldn’t change for anything. 

“We were okay sweetheart,” he says, turning his attention to his youngest son, pressing a kiss to his dark hair, “Right buddy?” He looks back up at his wife and passes Elliot over, knowing from her demeanour, the way her fingers twitch at her sides, that she wanted him in her arms, “I think he just wanted to snuggle, and you needed some sleep.” 

She holds Elliot against her and kisses his head, “Daddy gives the best snuggles, huh Eli?” She says smiling as he immediately presses his face into her breasts, “Okay, I get it. You’re hungry.” 

She adjusts her hold on the newborn and undoes the top few buttons of her shirt, the one that used to belong to Aaron, and unclips one of the cups of her maternity bra. She winces a little as Elliot latches on, scrunching her nose up as she holds him to her. 

“It’s still hurting?” 

She hums gently and runs her hand over the back of Elliot’s head, “Less than before his tongue-tie procedure yesterday,” she says, blowing out a slow breath as she looks up at Aaron, her lips pressed together as she takes a second to try and regulate her emotions, “At least he won’t remember it.” 

Aaron wraps his arm around her shoulders and shifts closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he looks down at their son. 

It had been clear since the day Elliot was born that something was different than when she’d had Lucas. He didn’t ever seem to eat enough, he barely latched and would fall asleep the moment he did, and nursing hurt in a way Emily didn’t remember it hurting the first time around. It was only when he was a week and a half old that the paediatrician told them Elliot had a tongue tie. Emily had insisted on being in the room whilst it happened, not wanting to be away from her baby for any real period of time, and whilst Aaron thought it would be best to take the doctor’s advice to step out into the hallway he let her take the lead. He’d held her tightly against his chest, his arms firm around her middle as the doctor did the procedure in front of them. Elliot had cried, something they were reassured was more of an automatic reaction than a reaction to pain, and then he’d passed right over to Emily, only calming down when he was in his mother’s arms. 

“You both did really good yesterday,” he says, kissing her forehead again and she pulls back, her eyebrow raised in disbelief. 

“We both know if you hadn’t been there literally holding me back I would have knocked that doctor out,” she says, looking down at her son, sighing contentedly as he continues to feed, “Even though it seems to have helped.” 

“That’s because you’re his mom, sweetheart,” he says, hooking a finger under her chin to make her look up at him, stamping his lips against hers, “I’d call you a mama bear but, after you glared at Dave the one time he did, I won’t.” 

She chuckles, “That’s smart.” 

“I know,” he replies, his smile only getting bigger when hers does. Elliot grunts as he pulls away and both of his parents look down at him, his eyes drifting shut now he is done, “Looks like he’s full.”

Emily lifts Elliot and kisses his cheek before she settles him over her shoulder, rubbing her hand on his back, “Soon enough he’ll have the same appetite as his brothers,” she quips, “Good thing we have my trust fund otherwise we’d be screwed by the time they are teenagers.”

He laughs as he leans in and clips the cup of her bra back into place before he buttons her shirt up for her. She smiles at the gesture, the quiet way he always looked after her. At first, she’d found it suffocating. She’d struggled in the early days of their relationship with the unrelenting way he loved her, acts of service she’d never experienced from a partner before something she’d mistaken for control. She loved it now, loved how he looked after her, how he looked after their boys, and she couldn’t imagine life without it. 

Elliot breaks the silence by burping and it makes them both chuckle. Emily kisses his temple, “Good boy.” 

Aaron is about to offer to put him into his bassinet when the bedroom door opens, they both look over to see Lucas stepping into the room. He’s sleepy, his pjyamas rumbled and his dark hair a mess. His favourite toy, a stuffed frog that Penelope had given him, his hanging from his hand. 

“Mama? Daddy?” 

“Luke,” Aaron says quietly, “What’s wrong? You should be sleeping.” 

“I woke up,” he says, stepping closer to the bed, his gaze shifting to his younger brother half asleep on Emily, “I sleep here?” 

Aaron sighs and turns to look at his wife, his eyebrow raised as she smiles and shrugs. It had been a difficult transition for Lucas when it came to being a big brother. He’d found it hard to split his parent’s attention, especially Emily’s, with the baby and whilst they’d done everything they could to prepare him for his new sibling it was still an adjustment for all of them. 

More often than not these days he would find a reason to sneak into their bed in the middle of the night, and whilst Aaron was sure it was something they should discourage he was too tired to try and have that conversation with his wife. 

“Come on buddy,” he says, pulling the covers back so Lucas can join them in bed. The toddler runs over and climbs over Aaron to sit in between them, his attention immediately on his mother. 

“Hi Mama,” Lucas says, resting his head on the opposite shoulder to where Elliot was lying, “Was Eli hungry?” 

“Yes he was, sweet boy,” she replies, turning her head to kiss his cheek, doing it again when he giggles, “Once he’s asleep we’ll all try to get some sleep too.” 

Lucas nods and leans in closer to Elliot, his nose pressed against his, “We have fun later Eli, sleep now,” he says, kissing his brother’s forehead like he’d seen both his parents do countless times. 

Emily presses her lips together to stop herself from crying, the tenderness of the gesture enough to make tears press at the back of her eyes. 

“That’s so sweet, Lukey,” she says, exchanging a glance with her husband before she wraps an arm around the 2-year-old and pulls him closer, “You’re such a good big brother.” 

Lucas beams at her, his smile the one she hopes Elliot will have too, and he leans into her, “Need to be like Jack.” 

Emily kisses his head one more time and she tilts her head to look down at Elliot, sighing gratefully when he’s asleep, “Looks like it worked, baby, he’s asleep now.” 

“I’ll set him down,” Aaron says, already climbing out of bed and rounding it to gently ease the baby out of her arms, “You two stay there and settle down.” 

She doesn’t argue with him, she simply nods before kissing her son’s head before she relinquishes her hold on him, “Night, Eli.” 

“Night Eli,” Lucas repeats, slipping further into Emily’s embrace as she shifts to lay down, content to wrap himself around her as he rests his head on her chest, “Love you, Mama.” 

She pulls him closer and rubs her hand up and down his back. She never got used to how it felt when her children told her that they loved her. It was something she never wanted to take for granted, something she knew she never would take for granted. 

“Love you too, sweetie,” she says, pressing her face into his hair to breathe him in. She smiles at Aaron as he climbs back into his side and he lays down next to them, hooking his arm over the both of them. Emily’s smile gets wider and she leans into Lucas, the little boy already getting sleepy, “We love Daddy too, huh?” 

Lucas nods and turns over to look at Aaron, reaching over and patting his cheek, giggling as Aaron makes a show of turning his head and kissing his palm, “Love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Lukey.” 

Emily feels warmth spread through her chest at the sight of them together. Every single thing she’d been through was worth it for this, for the simple ordinary life she never thought she’d get. She wouldn’t change it for anything, and wouldn’t want to miss a moment of any of it.

Even the long early hours of the morning when sleep seemed like an impossibility. 

“We should get some sleep,” Aaron says, as if reading her mind as he reaches over and ruffles Lucas’s hair, “Elliot will probably wake us all up again in an hour or so.” 

Lucas’s response is cut off as the bedroom door opens again and Jack walks in, tears shining on his face as he scratches his head as he shuffles further into the room. 

“Everything okay, Jack?” Emily asks softly, sitting up and resting her elbow on the bed. He shakes his head and sniffs.

“I had a bad dream,” he says, almost seeming embarrassed that he had, as if being almost 9 years old meant he should have outgrown it.

Aaron immediately shifts further away from Lucas and Emily, making space between them as he pulls back the covers, “Come on, buddy. We have room for one more.” 

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice, and he climbs into the bed with his parents and his little brother, contently sighing as he snuggles up against his father. 

“You ‘kay Jack?” Lucas asks, patting his cheek gently, and Jack nods.

“I’m okay, Luke,” he assures him, laying his arm over him and Emily, smiling when Emily holds his hand. 

“We need sleep,” Lucas says seriously, “Eli will wake up soon.” 

They all chuckle and Aaron reaches over to switch the lamp off, laying his arm over his family as he holds them close. He falls asleep content in the knowledge that they were safe and happy, and that he’d lived up to the promise he’d made to Haley. 

Elliot wakes them all up just over an hour later, and Emily feeds him again, content as she sits surrounded by her Hotchner boys. 

-x-

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[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men doing the bicep trend. Their s/o will tie a pink string on their bicep and once they flex it’ll break off!!!

Doing the ribbon around biceps trend with JJK men

Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Nanami x wife!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Tying a ribbon around your boo's biceps and watching how they flex it off? Hell yeah.

Notes: not proofread, Sukuna's part is a little short because I wanted to get this out today, I'll have my knee surgery tomorrow so sorry for ignoring your comments and messages, I'll get back to you when life gets a little easier lol, totally love and appreciate your interactions, I hope you have fun with this!

Gojo Satoru

„Come here babe, I need to show ya something real quick.”

You can’t help but yawn, annoyance dripping from every pore. Oh, your boyfriend is definitely too fit for the fact that it’s still dark outside. What time is it? If he woke you over a strange video he saw on TikTok again…

“Can’t this wait like…4 hours longer?”, you try to resist his urgent wish, shielding your tired eyes from the harsh light of the lamp above.

“I might forget until then. Hey, do you have like a band or something lying around in the bathroom?”

A…band? Your eyes dart towards him, nothing but sheer excitement written on his face. What on earth is Satoru up to now?

“My pink dress has a satin band around the waist I guess”, you mutter.

Maybe this is all he wants. Yes, he just grabs the satin band and goes straight back to sleep-

“Thank you babe!”, he shouts over his shoulder while opening your wardrobe with so much enthusiasm that the door almost falls out of it.

You flinch, rubbing your temple in a desperate attempt to keep yourself together. You love your boyfriend with all your heart, appreciate this childish side of him more than anyone else. But not when you have an important mission tomorrow and had maybe 2 hours of sleep…

“This better be something important, Satoru”, you mumble through your fingers, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Okay babe, ready to see something really big?”

“I swear if you slap your d-“

“Look at me!”

His insisting tone forces you to remove your hand from your face. There he stands, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers paired with a tight black shirt.

And a pink ribbon wrapped around his biceps tightly.

“Now watch.”

With one flex of his veiny biceps, the ribbon opens itself, your pink satin band falling to the floor while he looks at you expectant.

“I have one question”, you begin, eyes still resting on his delicious arm.

“Go ahead babe.”

“How on earth did you tie that ribbon yourself?”

He opens his mouth, nothing but pure outrage written on his face.

“Is this really everything you’re thinking about!? I just gifted you my strong arm!”, he barks overdramatically at you.

“You’re the best present ever”, you purr at your fuming boyfriend, gently stroking his arm when he finally gets back into bed.

“But if you wake me over something like that ever again, I’ll murder you.”

Nanami Kento

“Why are you looking at me with those eyes, darling?”

You blush immediately, the day dream of that trend you saw earlier on your beloved husband not leaving your mind. Kento with a bow around his strong arm. Kento flexing his arm in front of you, causing the ribbon to open up.

…Just like your legs.

“You’re daydreaming again.”

You force yourself to look up at him only to find out that he’s already looking at you, soft eyes lightened by a spark of curiosity.

“It’s just…I saw that trend online and it kinda…reminded me of you…”, you mutter, embarrassment crawling up your veins.

You’re acting like a horny teenager over a man you call your husband for several years by now. Kento is the epitome of a gentleman, the most elegant male being walking on this earth. How stupid to even consider wrapping a ribbon around his biceps…

“Don’t be embarrassed, (y/n). Tell me what’s on your mind. What exactly is this trend about?”

He puts the paper he was reading aside and wraps his fingers gently around your chin, slowly but surely making you lose your mind. It should be forbidden for a single man to be this captivating. Should you…Just tell him? Your imagination runs wild, breath getting stuck in your throat by the simple thought of him actually doing this…

“Tying a ribbon around your biceps and opening it by tensing your arm”, you blurt out.

His eyes widen just the slightest. Oh no, does he think you’re weird, desperate, pathetic? You should really stop roaming around social media late at night-

“Why not trying it, then? Even though I don’t think I’m strong enough to untie a ribbon with my muscles.”

Wait…Did he really say yes? You blink over and over to make sure he’s not messing with you until he gets up and grabs a roll of ribbon from your cabinet before cutting off more than enough of the black band. Before you fully realize what just happened he takes off his dark blue shirt, naked skin getting exposed to the dim light of the room.

And your merciless gaze.

“Would you mind helping me out? I can’t tie a bow on my own with just one hand, darling.”

You force your mouth to stay closed, keep your palms from getting sweaty. This is your husband, goddamn.

Your husband, wearing nothing but his work pants. Your husband, holding up a black band, waiting for you to wrap it around his strong arm only because you couldn’t stop imagine him doing a stupid internet trend. Out of instinct, you follow the invitation of his stretched-out hand, fingertips pulsating against his firm muscles while you tie a perfect little bow.

Until he flexes his muscles, forcing the band to untie itself in slow motion. His beefy arm, veins threaten to pop open any given minute. How is it possible for a man to be in this shape when relaxed? Your gaze is fixated on his delicious sight in front of you – so focused that you don’t notice his other hand grabbing your chin before it’s too late.

“It seems like you’re enjoying the view”, he comments softly.

“Just because you are the view, Kento”, you clarify with a small smile, allowing him to drag you into his strong arms.

Toji Fushiguro

“You want me to do what?”

You grab his arm tightly, doe eyes making it hard for none other than Toji Fushiguro to focus. What did you see on the internet again? “Ribbon around bicep”…What the hell?

“I want you to tie a pink ribbon around your bicep and pop it open with your beefy muscles”, you explain briefly.

“Come on babe. Why can’t I just wrap my hand around ya neck instead?”

“Tempting”, you purr, finger gliding over his firm chest delicately slow.

“But you’re the perfect match for that trend. Now sit your ass down and gimme your arm.”

Just before Toji is even able to press his longing lips against yours, you shove him onto the couch and position yourself on top of him, pink ribbon dangling from your fingertips.

“C’mon (y/n)”, he groans, pouting like a little child when you slap the hand that tried to dig into your butt away.

“Hold still. I need to concentrate”, you instruct him.

“Promise we’ll fu-“

“DONE!”, you scream out, the sheer excitement radiating from your voice making him stop mid-sentence.

His eyes follow your gaze, revealing a wonky-looking bow tied around his biceps so firmly that it might burst any minute.

“And now you want me to do what?”, he questions.

It’s hard to keep himself from smiling when you sit in front of him grinning like an idiot. Is that really all it takes? A fucking ribbon wrapped around his biceps? What a strange thing you are.

But still…

You look so breathtakingly gorgeous that he can’t keep up his annoyed façade.

“Flex your muscles babe!”, you instruct him, index finger poking into his biceps.

Fine, he’ll do you the favour. Slowly, he lifts up his arm before popping open the bow with ease, watching the shocked expression on your face.

“That trend was totally made for you, Toji!”, you shriek, your eyes still fixated on his arm.

“Let’s do that again.”

“I know something better.”

All it takes is a swift motion for you to lay underneath him, your hot breath escaping your lips in shock.

“I’m next, babe”, he breathes out.

Bonus: Sukuna

“Why did I even agree to do this…”, the king of curses mumbles while you’re busy tying another ribbon around his arm.

“Hold still, I’m not done yet.”

“You already tied this one three times, (y/n). I’m getting impatient.”

“Oh, I know you don’t. Deep down you enjoy me caressing your arm”, you reply with a cheeky grin, carefully forming another bow around his fourth arm.

Tying a bow around a single arm already sounding inviting, but the stinging fact that your lover has not only two but four arms to offer for this delicious trend…There was no way in hell for you to resist this opportunity.

“Really deep down”, he grumbles.

“I’m done. Now stand still and don’t move until I say so”, you bark at him while taking a few steps back.

“Watch how you talk to me or I’ll-“

“Shut up Sukuna, your threats don’t work for me. Okay, flex your muscles in three, two, one…”

Out of instinct, he lifts up his four arms and pops open every ribbon you tied so laborious these pasts minutes. Damn, he really feels like an idiot, standing in front of you shirtless with pink ribbons falling from his arms. But that look on your face, the way you clap your hands in sheer excitement, that phone…Wait.

“Did you film this, brat?”

You blink a few times, the smile on your face disappearing as fast as it came.

“Maybe I did”, you reply, quickly turning on your heels and sprinting away.

“Delete that right now!”

“I will watch this every time I go to bed!”

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[causenessus]

Loving You. | Haikyuu

inc. akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, atsumu

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: help they all have a song AND/or a quote anyway hatachi no koi by lamp <3

word count: 1884 words

summary: "they love you. how do they show it?"

hello hyperspecific examples? hopefully they're fun to read and make sense!! shoutout to the boy whose bokuto's is based off of <3 also first time writing for atsumu so hopefully i did ok!!!!!

they love you. how do they show it?

hello hyperspecific examples?

akaashi

“have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you). here’s some fruit i cut up for you. (i love you) (i love you) (i love you).” "you're my everything"

although he’s quiet i just think he’s so expressive

like he has no trouble saying “i love you” but also says it in so many other ways than just that

he cares so much about you you’re not even able to doubt it for one second. it’s like every question is just his way of saying “i love you”

“did you eat today? do you want something to eat?” “how was your sleep? did you get enough sleep?” all his way of saying i love you

he’s always randomly coming into the room you’re currently in, gently grabbing both sides of your head and just kissing you all over, no words, just adoration <3

again I don’t think he’d have any trouble saying that he love you but it just feels so much more intimate, easier, and meaningful for him to find ways to show/say it instead

he’s such a big fan of the three taps to say i love you (link to an image post about the original person who did this)

he’s always holding your hand in public, giving it three squeezes, he’ll be playing with your fingers when you guys are sitting together and suddenly he’s giving your skin three taps. he’ll kiss your forehead three times, he’s always telling you that he loves you <3

he just loves to be around you and he’s always looking out for you

if you guys have a class together and you unexpectedly don’t show up to class, he’s texting you immediately to make sure everything’s okay

and he’s always keeping you company while you’re doing things, from homework to cooking to just reading

if you need help or will let him help with anything, he’s more than happy to but he also just loves chilling

from the beginning of your relationship and even before when you guys were just friends, hangouts often went on way longer than they were supposed to and you often stay over at each others’ houses because neither of you can bear to leave the presence of the other <3

bokuto

“love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer.  to love and be loved is to rest.”

he trusts you so much

like yes this precious baby has definitely put his entire trust into a lot of people but you’re so so much more to him and it’s different <3

he feels so safe with you and he know he can trust you with literally anything, he does not hesitate to share or tell you anything

he’s following you around all the time like a lost puppy

guaranteed there’s been at least one time where he had to navigate an arena away from home without you and akaashi

he did not show up to warm ups

someone had to come find him huddled in a corner, alone and lost

that random fact about how you feel sleepy around the people you trust?

he can be so energetic with you but other times he can’t even keep his eyes open around you

he’s always falling asleep, his head lulling to the side and resting on your shoulder on train rides back home

sometimes he’ll be telling you stories and suddenly letting out the biggest yawn ever

he'll forget that he's talking because suddenly all he wants to do is spend his time curled up with you <3

he loves to lean against you or be in contact with you in someway, whether that be holding your hand (or just a finger <3) or a hand on your thigh, it makes him feel so sleepy but so safe

murmurs so many “I love you”s before falling asleep

because he trusts you he’s also so good at listening to you too

from the silliest of things to actual requests <3

this is about to get so hyperspecific bear w me pls

you’d just finished redesigning a profile for a social media account and in a passing thought, as you guys were laying with each other in bed, you happen to say, “you should change your profile picture at some point, kou. you've had it for years.”

you didn’t mean it anyway bad, just something you suggested since you had just reorganized your own profile but you still loved his current profile picture <3

but the next time you happened to see his account, you noticed it was a mirror pic from before you two had dressed up to go out a few months ago

“when did you change your profile picture, love? it’s adorable,” you smiled as you kissed his head while he was laying on you

“like 10 minutes after you told me to, i just had to find the right photo,” he mumbled, his voice muffled from your shirt that he had buried his face into

other times it’s things like helping around the house, asking him to wash the dishes while you’re cooking for example

he’s so willing to help but in the beginning, he was lost

he was so ready to wash them but darling could not find the soap

but he loves you so much he’s always working so hard to do what you ask of him so he’ll make sure he learns more about chores to help out more and ofc there’s always more to learn so he’ll always be following your lead <3

oikawa

“when you like the spotlight as much as i do, it’s quite an adjustment to realize that the real reason you might be here is to shine it on someone else.” "she looks just like a dream / the prettiest girl i've ever seen."

man has been living with a spotlight shining on him his whole life

but once he met you, he completely fell in love and he moves the spotlight to be on you <3

literally just completely worships you must i say more

he does not let insecurities slide he’s your #1 hypeman and will fight anyone who disagrees

people around you both have noticed that since you guys started dating, you’ve grown more confident as a result of his love <33333

it doesn’t have to be big changes, literally just things like you’re able to talk louder, voice opinions, or try new things because he’s always there to encourage you along the way

take it you’re a little shy and don’t usually talk very loud but you have to if you’re going to get everyone’s attention in a setting such as trying to manage seijoh’s volleyball team (good luck with that 💔)

you raised your voice and it worked so that you could quiet the boys down in order to explain a change in plans for practice

afterwards, tooru’s coming up to you with a big smile on his face as he rests his forehead against yours

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard you yell, princess,” he says, looking into your eyes but you can’t help but take what he says in a bad way, looking away

“i didn’t mean to yell at you guys, i just didn’t know what else to do,” you mumble back with a frown

he kisses it away with a small laugh, “no, don’t feel bad, pretty. we were all surprised but so proud of you. you never would have done that at the start of the school year.”

he’s so happy whenever you try something new and he’s always there to tell you how well you’re doing even if you don’t feel like it

if you show that you love him by supporting him in his passions and all that he does, he shows his love by supporting you 1000% back

iwaizumi

“there’s nothing softer and more gentle than loving someone with your whole heart and never once holding back when it comes to them.” "think i'm gonna love you 'til i'm dead / i can't wait to buy you things / a brand new diamond ring / this is more than just a fling"

man loves so hard

i cannot see him in a short-term or commitment-free relationship

if he loves someone, he loves them wholly and completely. he’s all in, giving you everything

even before you guys started dating he was always checking in, making sure you were doing okay and offering hugs if you ever needed them

you cannot tell me that he doesn’t give the best hugs ever <33

now that you are dating though it’s just an excuse to love you more and show it in so many ways <3

as i say every single time, i just know he loves buying you gifts

you’re always on his mind, in every situation, whether he’s walking around and sees something in the window of a store that he knows you would like, or when he’s going to go pick something up to eat, he’ll always buy you something as well <3

he’ll really do anything for you, too. ask and it’s almost guaranteed

“iwa, can i draw on u”

“anything you want, princess”

“can we go get ice cream?” (it’s midnight)

“yea, are you ready to go now, love?”

all he needs in return is your love

adores getting to take naps with you or just laying in bed with you and in public, he always has an arm around your waist or should, keeping you close

with him it’s a complete all-all 100% relationship from both sides, that's what love is to him

everything is shared between you guys from money to items to secrets, you guys have complete trust in each other there’s not even a question about it he’s so good at communicating and keeping everything clear

everything he has is yours if you’ll be his <3

atsumu

“the one that loves, does he come back? the one that loves never leaves, my dear.”

he just completely softens around you

in fact i could see him getting worse around other people because you’re just the only one that matters to him

you know those videos about gym bros with girlfriends who act all misogynistic and stinky at the gym so that girls don’t approach them? that’s him. (i tried so hard to find a video as an example but i could not pls tell me u know what i’m talking about)

if any girl other than you tries to approach him literally anywhere they’re about to be absolutely obliterated when he flat out ignores him. or, if they don’t get the hint and he finally acknowledges them, he gives them the dirtiest, coldest look known to man, his nose wrinkling as he turns to them

“huh? yer talking to me? why? piss off.”

everyone knows that if they have to give him bad news, it’s best to do it when you’re in his general proximity or he’s just talked to you because that’s when he’ll receive it best

it’s nearly impossible to anger him when you’re around, and even if he gets upset, he won’t blow up, he’s just too enamored by you <3

loves to hold your hand in his lap or have a hand on your thigh and he’s content with life

his voice always lowers and softens when he’s around you, and he gives you the sweetest heart eyes

he’s always looking at you and he’ll tease you a lot just because he adores your reactions but they’re all just playful jokes

“ya know, if you ever wanted to cheer for me when everyone goes silent during games, I’d let ya,” he told you once while he was keeping you company before a game on a bench

“what? I could never do that,” your face heated at the thought, “it’d just be me and everyone would look at me. someone would probably even get mad.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he brought your knuckles to his lips, “that’s the point. you’d sound so cute, and they’d know yer mine.” 

if you ever had a problem with how he treats other people, he’d try to work on it if you talk to him about it

no promises, but he’ll do his best for his princess <3

#akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcannons

[sserpente]

Unconventional Last Wishes

Synopsis: It’s the last night before you’ll make your way to the Upside Down to kill Vecna. The plan is dangerous, risky. And Eddie fears that not everyone will make it out alive. He doesn’t want to die a virgin and so asks his best friend, you, to grant him one last unconvential wish...

A/N: Requests from anon and @ophelialaufey. I enjoyed writing this so much! Have fun, everyone!

Words: 3055

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, lots of fluff

The silence was loud. No, it was ringing in your ears. You had talked the plan through multiple times. Half a dozen times. A dozen times. Two dozen times; and yet, the growing dread lay heavy on your shoulders, digging its sharp claws into your intestines.

If only one thing went wrong, you were screwed—and you would be lucky to make it out safe and alive. A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Hugging your knees to your chest, you stared out of the window and into the dark trailer park. The street lamps threw eerie shadows on the walls, making innocent bins, bushes and garden furniture look like monsters ready to attack if you moved. Your mind was playing tricks on you already. You were uncertain how you would survive tomorrow—both mentally and physically.

There was absolutely no way you would fall asleep tonight. How could you possibly rest, knowing that tomorrow, you would climb into the Upside Down in an attempt to kill a powerful flesh monster who had gone mad?

Another sigh—a weak attempt at staying calm and slowing your heart rate down.

“You okay?” You looked over to Eddie and nodded. The pain on your face must have been evident—so it was on his. He was nervous. Restless, playing with the rings on his fingers and tapping his foot on the ground repeatedly. His eyes met yours.

Dustin was the only one who had managed to drift off to dreamland. Sprawled out on the unbearably hard sofa in the living room—it was short of a miracle he had fallen asleep on there in the first place—, Eddie had closed the door to drown out the sound of his continuous snoring after the two of you had fled to his room to let him sleep in peace.

You closed the curtains with but a rapid movement as if cutting off your view from the trailer park would change anything about what awaited you all once the sun rose again.

“Yeah,” you finally breathed out. “You?”

Eddie nodded with pursed lips. His brown eyes lingered on you for a moment, making your heart race. “What if one of us dies tomorrow?” he suddenly asked.

“Don’t fucking say that. You’re not gonna die. I’m not gonna die. No one’s gonna die.”

“Yeah, but what if? Just in case I…” Eddie swallowed and then said your name, shifting a little closer to you on his unmade bed. “Can I ask a favour of you?”

Frowning at him, you beckoned for him to go on.

“It’s stupid… I really shouldn’t be thinking about shit like that when we’re about to…”

“Eddie, you are my best friend. You can tell me everything. If you can’t get it out of your mind, it’s not stupid.” You could tell it was weighing him down. In fact, you knew everything about this man. You were a team. Two halves forming one whole.

He chuckled with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “Nah, it’s stupid. I just kept thinking… there is a chance I will die tomorrow and I’ve never even…” He stopped himself again.

“Eddie?”

“I don’t wanna die a fucking virgin,” he choked out.

Your eyes widened. “Oh…” He’d been right. That was a rather stupid thought considering everything that was going on but still… still a valid concern to have.

“I don’t wanna ruin things between us. But what if one of us doesn’t make it out alive tomorrow? I…” Once again, Eddie said your name, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Will you… would you… sleep with me tonight?”

Your jaw dropped. At least you thought it did because it took you a moment to process what he had just asked of you.

He was handsome, incredibly so. Eddie was the perfect mix between a protective young man who would turn Hawkins upside down—no pun intended—if something happened to you and a goofy nerd with an affinity for metal music. If he was to ask you out, you would say yes in a heartbeat. So if you said yes to this particular request now… what would that mean for your friendship?

“Honestly…” you breathed out, smiling a little because you didn’t know what else to respond first. “I always thought you were the more experienced out of the two of us.”

Eddie tilted his head as if the answer was obvious. “You know everything about me. Think if I’d had a girl at some point I would have told you first.” Strangely, the thought of it made your gut sting with jealousy. More than friendship. Always more than friendship.

“So you want… you want to have sex. Tonight. N-now?”

“We don’t have to do it,” he said quickly. Then, your name, again. Eddie averted his gaze, his cheeks turning pink. “I just thought…”

“No, I… You’re right, this is kind of stupid. It’s silly but… but you’re right. I don’t exactly wanna die as a virgin either, now that I think about it.”

His brown eyes shot back up to yours. “You’re a virgin too? You never told me.”

You nodded, unwilling to repeat it. It wasn’t a big deal, really—you were still young. But the right guy just… had not come along just yet, and it was hard to put that in words. None of them had ever compared to Eddie. You realised at that moment that there was no one else you would rather lose your virginity to.

“So…” you began, drawing the word out when he stayed silent. “How should we… I mean… do you… do you have condoms?”

Eddie snapped himself out of his trance. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I bought them a few weeks back during a surge of confidence,” he explained with an innocent grin while he fetched them from his drawer.

“You always seem confident to me,” you gave back, reciprocating his grin.

Eddie removed one of the condoms from the cardboard box and put it on the bed sheets next to you both.

“What happens now?” You asked, uncertain as to what you should do. Sex didn’t normally start like this, after all. Not that you had the experience to prove otherwise.

“I guess… you let me kiss you?” Eddie suggested.

Your heart skipped a beat. Jesus H. Christ. Eddie was your best friend, were you supposed to be this excited about this? “Okay,” you whispered.

Your breath quickened when he leaned in closer to you, brown eyes fixed on your lips. When he touched them with his, your own eyes fell shut. Your experience didn’t quite go beyond heated make-out sessions at Skull Rock, and quite apparently, the same could be said about Eddie.

He knew what he was doing. He gently cupped the back of your neck, your mouths moving in unison, his tongue timidly teasing yours before deepening the kiss.

His free hand he put on your thigh, pulling you closer so you’d shuffle on his lap.

“We’re really doing this…” You murmured when he broke the kiss for a moment to let you catch your breath.

“Yeah… feels nice,” Eddie responded with a smile.

You kissed again, more daring and passionately this time. A shiver ran down your spine when Eddie’s ring-clad fingers ghosted underneath your shirt, stroking the sensitive skin hidden underneath.

“That okay?” He asked when he grabbed a hold of the fabric. You nodded, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head and toss it aside. Eddie took a moment to admire you in your bra—he had seen you wearing only underwear before, of course, but this time… this time it was different. It felt different. It was as if he was trying to remember each and every inch of your skin, to burn the image into his mind.

To keep it fair, his own shirt came off not long after. It was a washed-out band tee you had contemplated stealing from him before. Eddie wasn’t as shredded as the jocks at school, not as tanned as the lifeguards at the public swimming pool… but he was hot. You loved the contrast of his black tattoos against paler skin, and carrying heavy equipment and instruments with his band had resulted in a pair of strong arms complimenting his flat chest and stomach.

You couldn’t resist. Pressing your palms against his abs, you kissed him again so fiercely you pushed him back on the bed, straddling him before he turned so you slid off his lap. His lips never left yours when his hands wandered down to your jeans and opened them slowly. It took him a while and a couple of giggles from the both of you to peel them off of you entirely, so much so that he simply stood up on the bed for a moment to remove his own trousers. His shoes and socks followed and you silently thanked him for that. At least you had been barefoot already, saving you both a few seconds of time.

You swallowed when Eddie climbed back on the bed, hovering above you for a moment. He looked incredibly hot with his long hair hanging down and framing his face like that, even more so when it began tickling your chest.

“That bra needs to go, sweetheart…” He said quietly, pulling at the strap.

You smirked at him. “You think you can figure it out?”

“Hey…” He complained half-heartedly. You arched your back so he could reach behind, fumbling with the clasp for a few seconds before succeeding. Triumph displayed on his face when he peeled you out of the bra and then threw it to the floor but it was quickly replaced by awe. You could see his brown eyes widen just a bit before they locked with yours again, mutely asking for permission. When you bit your lower lip and nodded, Eddie brought his hands up to cup your breasts, eliciting a sigh from you.

Fuck… his hands felt incredible right there; and the more he explored and kneaded and teased and played with your nipples with his thumbs, the more you began to wonder what his hands would feel like a little further south.

“Eddie…” You breathed out.

“Yeah?” He looked back up at you with innocent eyes.

“No… keep going. This feels… really nice.”

Smirking, he bent down a little. A gasp escaped your lips when he sucked your left nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. You bucked your hips, arousal pooling between your legs. You couldn’t quite help it. Impatiently, you tugged at the waistband of his worn-out boxers. The back of your hand grazed his growing erection when you did, making him flinch. You chuckled a little. Knowing you were the one making him feel this way was oddly empowering.

When you pulled his boxers down to free his semi-hard dick, he gasped. Cold air enveloped your now wet and pampered nipple, both of them hardened from being exposed to the room temperature and the steadily increasing heat in your core.

Eddie kicked them off of him as soon as they hung around his ankles, almost falling out of bed in the process. You laughed—a little too loud, perhaps, and quickly covered your mouth with your hands. The last thing you needed was Dustin waking up and catching you.

“Panties off, sweetheart, they’re in the way,” Eddie demanded but Jesus H, he sounded so sweet and tender you propped yourself up on your elbows first to kiss him again. Only after that did you buck your hips to get the last remaining piece of fabric out of the way.

Both of you were naked now, exploring each other’s bodies with greedy eyes and nervous hands. The more your palms stroked over Eddie’s bare skin, the harder he grew. He almost whimpered when you brushed your hand over his thigh.

With but one quick movement, he snatched the condom from the bed sheets and ripped it open with his teeth, spitting out the part of the wrapper that came off. You blinked. You’d easily rate this as one of the hottest things you had ever witnessed a guy do.

Eddie had without a doubt used a condom before, if anything to practice for the real deal. With skilled fingers, he rolled it over his cock and then threw you a questioning look, breathing out audibly when you spread your legs.

No man had ever seen your pussy, even less so when it was soaking wet but in any case, you were too busy anticipating what was about to happen to wonder whether it was normal to find it so incredibly hot to reveal to him… your most intimate parts. Fuck, it sounded ridiculous like that.

“You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart…” Your heart warmed at his words.

Reaching up to pull him close, it took Eddie a moment to position himself properly before he settled for propping himself up on his elbows and using one hand to guide his member into your awaiting entrance.

“You sure you’re already wet enough?” He asked.

“Yes… I’ve got a fucking waterfall down there, Eddie, I’m fine.”

He grinned at your comparison and blushed. Slowly, he pressed against your opening and pushed inside, inch by agonising inch. He was being careful, tender and patient—as if he feared to break you if he went too fast. A sigh escaped his lips once he was fully sheathed inside of you, your nails digging into his back, urging him to keep going.

Not only did it feel wonderful to be joined with him, to have his warm and hard, yet at the same time soft length inside of your cunt… it felt right too. Almost as if you had just found the last remaining piece of a puzzle you had deemed completed.

“Move…” Your voice was barely audible at this point. Eddie did what you asked nonetheless. Withdrawing almost completely, he plunged himself back into you seconds later, falling into a clumsy but steady rhythm.

You breathed out, throwing your head back. Fuck, if you had known that sex—sex with Eddie—would feel this good, you would have risked your friendship way sooner.

“That good?” He muttered in between his thrusts. You only managed a moan in response, along with a tipsy nod. You were drunk—drunk on the pleasure your best friend made you experience. And by the looks of it, Eddie felt the same.

Although he willed them wide open to watch you, his brown eyes kept falling shut, his strokes getting more eager, more desperate for this inevitable release.

“Hey… Can I try… something?” He choked out without pausing.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a good chance I don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is from what I saw in porn.”

You giggled—you actually giggled. “Porn isn’t exactly realistic in terms of sex instructions?”

“Yeah…” Eddie grinned. Your heart skipped a beat when he winked at you and moved one of his hands down to where your bodies were joined. It took him a moment to find what he was aiming for but once his thumb began to gently apply pressure to your clit and massage it in tune with his thrusts, you gasped.

“Oh… Oh. Fuck… don’t… don’t stop that.”

“Didn’t plan to,” he teased. “B-but… I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold out for much longer, sweetheart…”

“We have all night, you know…” Besides, you were so enamoured by this man and what he was doing to your body that you might just soon be able to brag that you had had an orgasm during your first time. Higher and higher you climbed, letting yourself be consumed by the pleasure Eddie gave you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and his warm body on top of yours only added to your arousal. All too soon, you felt a familiar knot tightening right above your pelvis, your pussy clamping around Eddie’s cock—and quite possibly making it even harder for him not to cum on the spot.

“M-more…” you whispered. Toes curling, you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts, urging him to keep going.

“More? More pressure?”

“Y-yes… and… go a little faster…” It was so easy too—to communicate to him what got you off. Surely, it would not have been this easy with any other boy you knew. Eddie made you feel so safe that thought alone almost tipped you over the edge.

Eddie obliged, making you moan even more when a whimper escaped his lips. “Fuuuuuck…”

And then you fell. Body convulsing, you lost your ability to breathe and think as your orgasm rippled through you, releasing all that pent-up attraction you’d been harbouring for him. Your pussy was clenching around him rhythmically, triggering his own climax.

Eddie came with a loud moan and your name on his lips as he twitched against your walls, filling the thin layer of latex with his warm seed. One last powerful thrust was all he had needed before he had stilled, bathing in the waves of bliss overcoming him. It was so hot watching him you almost came again on the spot.

A few more lazy pumps later, he rolled you both over so you came to lie on top of him and reluctantly withdrew to get rid of the condom. He tossed it out of bed without bothering too much. You made a mental note to be careful not to slip on it tomorrow morning.

“Shit, that was…”

“Amazing…”

“Yeah.”

“Did you actually…?”

“I did,” you grinned at him, cheeks heating up. “It’s true what they say it seems.”

“What?”

“That guitarists know what to do with their fingers.”

Eddie laughed. It was such an adorable sound you cuddled up closer to him, resting your head on his chest and allowing him to stroke your hair.

“Eddie… what if we both do make it out alive tomorrow?” You murmured after a few moments of silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest with your index finger.

“Then…” He paused, adding a dramatic effect and drawing the word out with a sing-song voice. “Then I’ll officially declare you my girlfriend in front of everybody including Vecna.”

You chuckled. You could already feel yourself flying up towards cloud nine. “Sounds like a deal.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie imagine #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn

[green-ville]

Regrets

pt 2

            Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

            A Triwizard Tournament. The strongest, bravest, most courageous. Three willing participants to take on challenges larger than life and only one would be the victor of eternal glory. People had died in this challenge. Only an idiot would put their name in it.

            When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

            When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

            Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

            Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

In three days’ time, her first letter came. It was 10:20 pm and she was looking to go to sleep but excitement at getting a letter woke her all the way up. And then the contents of the letter? She never would’ve been able to fall asleep.

            Two tickets dropped as she opened it. When she read them, her eyes widened.

            “MANDY!” Siri screamed, leaving her room, throwing open Mandy’s door, and attacking her on her bed. Mandy shouted, thrown awake at her intrusion. Siri gripped her shoulders, euphoria at toxic levels. “WE’RE GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!”

            “IS THAT LIKE THE SUPERBOWL?!”

            “FUCK YEAH IT IS!”

            And then Mandy was ecstatic with her.

            The issue? It was the next day. AKA, today London time.

            The solution? Partaking in activities that some might consider outside of the bounds of legality.

            But the sooner they got there the sooner they could pregame, and the easier it would be to show Mandy everything.

            “Okay! Get dressed, I’ll work on getting us there – remember, we need to be forgettable. If they find out you’re a no-maj –“

            “I’ll say I’m a squid.”

            “Perfect. Get ready!”

            “Then get off of me!”

            Siri rushed out again, now in a frenzy as she got herself dressed, did her makeup, did her hair in braids, and then picked the object she would be using to travel there.

            She chose a lamp she had been meaning to get rid of. She didn’t like it and didn’t care if it broke. Now, portkeys were a tricky thing and easy to mess up. Messing up meant making a mess of your body. And for clarifications sake, that meant you’d be in several different continents all at once, and the only vacation that would entail is a vacation from breathing.

            So Siri took her time, using what she learned in reading about them and finally testing it out.

            When she was done, Mandy was excitedly leaving the bathroom, all ready for a day of fun.

            “Is that it?”

            Siri grinned. “Hopefully.”

            “Is this one of those dangerous things I shouldn’t ask questions about so I don’t get scared?”

            “You know me so well.”

            “I’m so excited! My first time seeing a match! Oh I can’t wait.”

            “Okay, so in one minute,” she checked her pocket watch. “We grab onto the lamp. It’ll feel really weird. Don’t let go, you will die painfully. Let go when I say to, and then try to start walking, okay?”

            Mandy had paled at the death part. “Oh God.”

            “It’ll be fine – 5, 4 – “

            “I’m scared – “

            “2 – 1 - grab it!”

            They both snatched it at the same time, and then the world was spinning. The ground was swept out beneath her and her living room blurred away.

            “Oh my God!!”

            “Isn’t it fun?!” Siri screamed at her, feeling the thrill just like she was in a Quidditch game.

            “I’m gonna be sick!”

            “HOLD IT!”

            “I’M NEVER TRUSTING YOU AGAIN!”

            “LET GO!”

            “YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN- AHHH!”

            Siri let go, Mandy following right after. Even though she had the knowledge on how to land more comfortably, it was still disorienting. The world going from a thousand miles per hour to slowing down like she had just sped run a hangover. She tried to walk, then started laughing as she watched Mandy slam into the grassy ground. The groan and wince was immediate and Siri laughed as she set down in a squat, still rough on the landing but a lot gentler than Mandy.

            “Dude, I told you to walk.”

            “You tell me a lot of things. Mandy, you’re gonna have fun. Mandy, trust me, I’d never cause you harm. Mandy, I want what’s best for you. There’s a rock in my back, Siri. I feel like I just got Narcan.”

            “Stop your whining – “

            Thud!

            “Bloody hell.”

             She turned as she helped Mandy up, eyes landing on six teens that just crash landed five feet away.

            “Bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?” An older man said as he walked down the open air, a completely controlled decent as he joined the teens. There was another older man that matched the gingers of the group.

            “They sound British,” Mandy whispered.

            “Your observational skills are unparalleled. . .oh he’s cute.”

            Another teen, but older than the ones that had been on the ground. Wavy light brown hair, a dimpled grin as he helped up one of the boys. . .

            “Is that Harry Potter?” Mandy asked, eyes wide.

            Siri blinked. “How did you know that?”

            “I read all your newspapers like they’re the Bible. It’s so interesting.”

            “Well stop looking, that’s suspicious. C’mon, we’ll take my broom and check things out first, get the lay of the land.”

            She swung her leg over the broom, prepared for Mandy to follow. Mandy didn’t.

            She giggled, waving to one of the ginger boys. A taller one that winked right back.

            “Mandy!” Flirting already? They had been here for two minutes!

            “I’m sorry,” she giggled again, cheeks rosy. She turned away, smiling from ear to ear as she followed suit and got on the broom, hands on Siri’s waist. “And you thought the other one was cute, can’t blame me for not being a coward and acting.”

            “Oh, I’m the coward?” She twisted her head back, grin wicked. “Hold tight Mandy. Try not to scream this time.”

            “Oh don’t Siri – AHHH!”

            Mandy screamed as they took off, leaving the ground and entering the air low enough to be considered dangerous. They soared right above tents and vendors, swerved narrowly to avoid other dangerous flyers, and dove between the tents when there was a large enough opening. Mandy tightened up, scared about touching the ground and eating dirt if they fell. Siri brushed her fingers across the ground as they zipped right back up, fingers stained green.

            “You’re having too much fun!”

            “I’ve been flying since I was 5, trust me!”

            “I do trust you, you like to show off!”

            That was true. Siri did like attention. She had gotten injured from that.

            They flew across the entire field, assessing the goodies and what to hit up first. This was Mandy’s fourth time in the wizarding world, but her first time getting to see a game. They had to accomplish a lot.

            So they started with caffeine. It was close to midnight in U.S. time, but the start of the day here. They were going to be pulling an all nightery.

            They found coffee stands. It was Irish Coffee so it was spiked. It provided them with energy and a buzz that was only enhanced by the exciting and loud environment.

            They went shopping next of course. Mandy loved shopping and Siri liked having someone that picked out clothes for her. Siri stayed in the clothes she had worn for the day (crop tank top, skirt), but Mandy switched into clothes supporting Bulgaria. The red color scheme fit her better than green. It would’ve clashed with her red hair and made her look like a pimento olive.

            They got their faces painted and then they found a vendor with beer. Naturally they partook.

            At midday they finally had to sit down to eat something. They shared four appetizers, wanting to try it all. It was as they were eating at a picnic table that they were joined, two of the teenagers from before having the courage to sit beside them.

            They were identical twins with an identical air of mischief.

            “Enjoying the day ladies?”

            Mandy’s cheeks reddened. She nodded, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

            “Don’t watch Quidditch much?”

            “No, but I’m considering starting.”

            “It’s loads of fun, even better to play it,” the other twin said. “We’re beaters at Hogwarts. Pretty dangerous, but we’ve managed to keep our good looks.”

            Siri grinned, one brow raising. “You’re very brave for that. I’ve watched a lot of Quidditch. I can’t even imagine how scared you must be going out there.”

            Mandy gave her a discrete look. Siri barely contained her smile.

            “Scared? Never. The thrill makes it all the worthwhile. What’d’you say to a game later? All friendly, just a bit of fun?”

            Mandy shook her head immediately. “Oh no, I can’t do heights. I nearly passed out with Siri before.”

            Siri considered backing down, but maybe this would get her an opening with Potter. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt anyone by messing up.”

            One of the twins put his arm around her. “Don’t you worry luv, we’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

            They scheduled the game for 3 pm, which allowed them to see the sites more. They parted so the Weasley twins could go and collect more for the game.

            They shopped more, they drank even more, and by the time 3 came around, they were heading towards the agreed upon spot.

            “Are you sure? This could go badly,” Mandy said, antisly playing with her shirt.

            Siri, four beers and one Irish Coffee in, had no fear. “It’ll be chill. I’ll take it easy on them.”

            “Are you sure Harry will even – “

            “Hey Black!”

            Siri turned to her name and found the Weasley twins headed her way, a group of players right behind them. “You ready for this?” George? called, grinning from ear to ear.

            “As ready as I’ll ever be. I sure do hope no one gets hurt.”

            Mandy snorted. “Laying it on thicker than a snicker.”

            “We’ll keep the game clean,” Fred? promised, nudging her with his arm.

            “So you’ve never played before?” The cute brunet from before asked, tone gentle, stormy eyes captivating.

            “Well, I have, but nothing quite like this,” she carefully alluded the truth so she could have the benefit of saying ‘I didn’t lie’.

            “You can be on my team then,” he offered, smiling warmly, making her heart flutter. “I’m the seeker, I’ll stick by you as much as I can to make sure you’re good.”

            A frog had miraculously lodged itself in her throat. Her face warmed and she looked away, shocked by the sudden wash of intense feelings. “Oh wow, okay.”

            Mandy grabbed her hand, dragging her up ahead as they got closer to the goal posts. “Dude, he’s a tall glass of water.”

            “I think I need one,” she said, fanning her face. “I have fallen off my broom before, but never because of a cute player.”

            “Hey Black! We’re going over the rules!” Fred? called, waving her over.

            She jogged over, joining the group and leaning her broom against her hip so she could tie her hair back. Her crop top raised higher and three people glanced in that direction. She pretended to not notice it.

            George went over the rules and the teams were split. Against the Weasley twins wishes, Siri ended up with Cedric.

            “It’s only fair, if three girls were on one team there would be no chance for you guys,” Siri joked, winking at the ginger sister, Ginny? and an Angelina?

            Angelina grinned. “I like you. May the best girl win,” she encouraged, reaching out her hand. Siri took it, feeling like she had just made her first friend since meeting Mandy. “The best of luck,” Siri returned, shaking her hand, meaning it. She shook Ginny’s hand too, wishing her good luck.

            They split up to talk strategy.

            Siri leaned on her broom; hip cocked as Cedric took charge. The sight was incredibly distracting.

            “The Weasley twins are notoriously difficult, we’ll need to be cautious,” he explained, “Felix, you’re keeper, Axel and Rick, I know you’re chasers but I’ll need one of you to be beater- “

            “I can do it.”

            Cedric paused, everyone turning to look at her.

            “I played softball since I was a kid. I think I can manage.”

            “That’s. . .” Cedric hesitated. “That’s a hard position, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

            “Can I try it and if it doesn’t go well, we can switch?”

            Cedric still hesitated.

            “I promise I’ll be careful.”

            “We’ll watch out for her too,” Axel offered. “You know we’re rubbish at being beaters anyway. Let her try and if we need, we switch.”

            “One of you always has to be near her, got it?” Cedric ordered. “She gets hit and you’re off the team.”

            Siri didn’t know if she felt protected or babied, or both.

            She made her point clear though when the game began and the balls were released.

            Oh she feigned ignorance at first, too scared to make an aggressive move. Then Fred, the other teams beater, tried to knock Cedric off his broom with a hard hit.

            He did a stationary 360, broom not wavering as he spun like a cycle in the washer. The ball would’ve missed him completely, but then Siri appeared and swung at the ball so hard it hit the opposites team keeper, Oliver Wood. He puffed out a breath, sent through the goal, and that opened the opportunity for Axel to zip forward and score them their first point.

            “YEAH!” Siri shouted, shoving her bat into the air. “That’s what I’m talking about, keep it up!”

            Cedric blinked at her, right beside her. “You said you’ve never played before?”

            “I never said that.”

            “But you – “

            “Eyes on the prize Diggory, Potter better not win.”

            She shot off, chasing after Axel who was about to get whacked with the bludger. “AXEL DUCK!”

            He ducked and she was right there to whack it away again. This time she aimed for Fred, who had hit it in his direction. He evaded, mischievous air suffocating.

            “George, I think she lied to us!”

            “No, I don’t lie!” She assured, sticking beside Felix, protecting him as they went towards the goals together. “You just didn’t ask the right questions! Slow down!” She hissed to Rick, who glanced to her, and trusted her.

            Siri zipped forward, heading straight for Oliver. He blinked, caught off guard by her tactic, and exclaimed “woah!” as he moved out of the way just before she crashed into him. She swerved so she didn’t hit the goal and Felix fired with a clear shot, scoring them the next point.

            “LET’S GO!” Axel cheered, high fiving Rick. “NICE GOING BLACK!”

            “Where did you find her?” Oliver called, scowling at Fred.

            “She said – “

            “She tricked us!” George exclaimed, elated at the realization.

            “You’re both daft! Get on her!” Oliver ordered.

            Siri grinned, cackling madly.

            The game was, perhaps, the most fun she’s ever had playing Quidditch. Of course she loved playing at school, with high stakes, with high adrenaline, with so much energy coursing through the field it was palpable. But this? Playing with people she met that day? People that were willingly talking to her?

            People that she felt actually liked her?

            Siri had never had so much fun.

            And it didn’t matter that they lost. They carried the points for the entire came, scoring more and more and then –

            “Harry’s got it!”

            Siri’s attention was stolen. She spotted Potter a distance away with his fist raised in the air. He was grinning proudly, and Cedric stopped the chase just beside him, slowly clapping for him.

            Potter spotted her, and his eyes widened. “DUC – “

            “SIRI!”

            She tried to duck. The bludger ducked with her and nailed her right in the side of her ribs. She was shoved right off her broom and then gravity took hold as she descended.

            On the bright side, this time she didn’t crash into the ground. She was actually caught before, which was good because the pain was immediate and if she had crashed landed too, she would’ve been knocked out cold.

            Potter had a fast broom, the second last model from the looks of it. He had grabbed her hand and managed to yank her behind him.

            They landed and she braced her ribs, going to the ground for stability.

            “You good Black?”

            “Thriving Potter,” she winced. “Nice game, you’re a good seeker.”

            He kneeled in front of her, looking at her side. “It’s bruising. . .it may be broken.”

            “Yeah I concur.”

            The other players and watchers rushed towards them, Mandy sliding right beside her with a wild gaze.

            “Siri, you good? Why didn’t you duck?!”

            “I did duck,” she winced, “It followed.”

            “Now I know why coach always yells at you,” Mandy sighed, peaking beneath her crop top. “It’s broken. Nothing you can do but deep breaths, ice, and pain relievers.”

            “The bone can be mended,” Cedric corrected. “We just need a healer.”

            Mandy quieted, her nurse mode dying as she remembered, yes, magic existed.

            “I’ll take you to one. My dad and I are right beside one, it’s not that far away,” Cedric offered.

            Siri glanced to Mandy. Mandy shook her head. “I’ll be right here, go get that fixed. You don’t take care of yourself already, the last thing you need is to get a pneumonia.”

            Siri scowled. “I manage just fine.”

            “Look at your ribs hon.”

            Mandy stood, offering her hand. “C’mon now, before the game starts! We should’ve left to grab our seats twenty minutes ago anyway!”

            Siri allowed herself to be pulled up, wincing again from her ribs. “It doesn’t start for an hour anyway,” she said, reaching for her discarded broom.

            “I think maybe I should fly you,” Cedric offered, coming between her and the broom. “Just in case.”

            Just in case.

            “I’m fine, really – “

            “I agree,” Mandy encouraged, pushing Siri forward. “She might fall and exacerbate the issue. Good thinking Cedric.”

            Cedric smiled at her. Siri scowled, thinking of a dozen and a half curses.

            And yet she got on his broom behind him, avoiding making any contact with him to avoid any further comments.

            “You ready?”

            “Yep.”

            “Hold on tight.”

            She had no intention of holding onto him. He sped forward and she nearly fell off despite being braced for the speed. Holding onto him was unintentional, but she could’ve sworn he chuckled after she grabbed him.

            The healer was, thankfully, still in her tent. She saw the injury, said it would be a minute, and retired deep into her tent to collect the item she needed.

            That left her and Cedric alone, again.

            “How long have you played?” He asked her, hands in his pockets.

            “Uh. . .5 years now? But I played softball before that, which definitely helped.”

            “And that’s a muggle sport?”

            “What’s a muggle?”

            “Non magical person?”

            “Oh! We call them no-maj's. Yeah, it’s a muggle sport.”

            “Did you grow up in the muggle world?”

            “Well, kinda? I went to no-maj's boarding school when I was a kid. How bout you?”

            “Homeschooled. When did you find out you were a witch?”

            The healer came back with a potion. “Drink up, should be healed within the hour. The bruise will remain, only time can heal that.”

            Siri looked at it, lips curling at the thick liquid. “Doesn’t come with a chaser, does it?”

            Cedric laughed. The healer raised a brow. “Is that how this started? A few drinks and a game of Quidditch. Children,” she shook her head, displeased. “Children, never know their own limits. Drink it, please! While we still have time to get to the game.”

            “Cheers,” Siri said, braced herself, and drank. It was the worst thing she had ever drank. If earth came in the form of chunky smoothie, this would be it.

            At one point she gagged, thinking she was going to throw it up.

            “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not that bad.”

            She finished it, stomach churning. “I have regrets,” she said, face twisted into a sour expression as she handed over the empty glass.

            “You’re fine, out with you now,” the healer said, ushering them out.

            They got back on the broom, this time Siri putting her hand on Cedric before he knocked her off the broom. “Pro tip, don’t break your ribs. Drink isn’t good.”

            “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

            She flushed. “We uh, we have to get to the game. I have to get back to Mandy – “

            “One quick drink? We grab and go.”

            She couldn’t say no.

            They got in line and it flew by. Then they had their drinks, butterbeer (whatever that was), and were flying again.

            “So, why do they call you Black?”

            “We go by last names at school,” she explained, sipping her drink. “I go to Ilvermorny.”

            “That would explain the accent.”

            “Yeah, I live in the U.S.,” basically. She didn’t have any intent of living in the UK, until her Uncle appeared, of course. “But I’ve known Mandy forever.”

            “So she gets Siri privileges?”

            “That she does.”

            “What do I have to do to get those privileges?”

            She flushed again, sipping her beer to postpone a response and maybe get some more confidence. “Uh. . .well uh. . .honestly, only my friends call me Siri, which brings the total to one. Everyone else just calls me Black.”

            “In that case, you can consider me your friend. My friends call me Ced or Cedric, feel free to call me yours.”

            She went all red and didn’t even get the chance to respond because then they were there, and Mandy was rushing to her.

            “What’s the verdict?” She asked.

            “It’s terminal,” Siri responded. “They had to cut it off.”

            The Weasley twins grinned. “You’re alright in our book Black. We’ll even forgive you for that deceit.”

            “In my defense,” she said, “you’re the ones that wanted an ego boost. Oh, oh no!” she collapsed into Mandy’s side. “Quidditch is so dangerous!” Cedric smiled, and then started to laugh as she continued. “People get injured all the time! We’ve maintained our good looks though.”

            Mandy started to laugh, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. “Oh Siri, I could’ve died. Please, tell me how brave I am?”

            “The bravest. My hero!”

            “Alright alright, before our ego’s get too bruised,” George laughed, nudging her again. “Can’t blame me for making a move.”

            “No, I was very impressed. Normally I scare people off.”

            Mandy snorted. “Nearly scared me off when we first moved in together. We had known each other since boarding school and then we decide to move in together and she tells me – “

            “The game starts in thirty minutes!” Siri exclaimed, looking at her watch. Simultaneously bringing attention to the important news and stopping Mandy from exposing the fact that she knew Siri was a witch. “Shit, we gotta go!”

            “Where’re your seats?” Cedric called. “Maybe we’re close by?”

            “I have no idea!”

            “How can you not know?!”

            “I struggle with the basic english dialect.”

            “She’s dyslexic,” Mandy explained, getting on the broom behind her. “We’re on the top row.”

            “We’re the same!” The twins exclaimed together. “See you then Black, Mandy.”

            “See you then!”

~

            The game? Fantastic. Phenomenal. Siri had always hated being benched. She hated that she was missing the action and she wanted to be in the game instead of watching it from afar and getting angry with terrible plays. But this? This was inspirational at the very least. The plays. The screaming. The energy?

            Siri had never felt so alive.

            Her voice had never gone so hoarse so quick, either.

            “LET’S GOO!”

            “FOUL! FUCKING FOUL YOU DUMBASS!”

            “I’VE MET BLIND PEOPLE WITH BETTER EYESIGHT THAN YOU!” That one was Mandy. She was yelling at a referee.

            “I question how you care for patients,” Siri said.

            “I’m a fucking angel,” Mandy assured, drinking her beer. “NOW SHOW SOME ENERGY! GAME’S NOT DONE YET!”

            Siri joined in the screaming.

            By the time the Irish won (Bulgaria got the snitch, Ireland had more points in the end), both Mandy and her voices were hoarse, and they were thoroughly buzzed.

            They collapsed on their seats as people mass exited. It was a silent agreement to wait for the crowds to dissipate because they had a long way to go down.

            “This may have been the best day of my life,” Mandy said, leaning her head against Siri’s shoulder.

            Siri smiled. “It was so great. And hey, I can breathe almost normally again.”

            “I can’t believe you let that ball hit you. It was so obviously coming at you.”

            “Oh, I’m sorry miss perfect. Next time I’ll just have 40/40 vision.”

            “Am I asking for too much?”

            Siri snorted.

            “So what happens now?” Mandy asked. “You moving here?”

            “I don’t know,” she admitted. “He’s a good kid. I. . .In Sirius’ letter he said the paperwork was already filed. I’ve been transferred.”

            “So you are moving?”

            “I don’t have to. I can travel back and forth.”

            “It’s not legal, Siri. One of these days you’re gonna get caught doing something you’re not supposed to. I don’t want to see that.”

            She rested her head on Mandy’s. “I’ll be careful.”

            “You always so that, and then you never are.”

            “I promise. We have to grow old together and talk crap about our husbands one day. How will I do that if I die young?”

            “You could get pregnant young. I want to be an Aunt.”

            “Uh, no. I’m not my mom.”

            Mandy’s entire personality quieted. “How old was she?” She whispered.

            “23.”

            “And. . .your dad?”

            “18.”

            “Jeez.”

            “Yeah.”

            Siri remembered bits of her. She had been five when she died. She remembered sad eyes, lifeless hair, a quiet house. Siri didn’t remember feeling neglected, not until she moved in with the Argents, but she did remember feeling  alone. Always with her mother but incredibly alone.

            When her mother died, life didn’t change that much.

            “I’ll always be here for you,” Mandy assured, holding her hand. “We’re family, you have my back and I have yours.”

            Siri smiled, hiding the sadness that she felt. “Without a doubt.”

            Slowly they began to make their way down, the crowds now cleared enough for it to not be chaotic. Mandy continued to talk to her, recounting the plays and everything, speaking like a real witch that had grown up in the magical world. Siri responded as appropriate, but her head was far away.

            He had died young. She had died young. Maybe she was destined for the same thing? Maybe she never would get that family that she wanted.

            The thought haunted her as they made their way all the way down to the bottom.

            Going up had been the hard part. At least going down was easier.

            When they got outside the energy returned and Siri forgot about her haunting memories. Her debilitating thoughts. She started to truly laugh and joke again as she walked through the stands with Mandy, thoroughly exhausted from pulling an unintentional all-nighter, and yet not wanting the day to end.

            Until the screaming started.

            At first it blended in. She didn’t differentiate that screaming from ‘ah, Ireland won, yeah!’ or ‘ah it was a rubbish game!’

            Until Mandy stopped, holding her wrist in a suddenly cold grip. “Siri. . .that doesn’t sound right.”

            She sobered up in an instant, all side effects of beer gone. She listened in and then she heard it. Her blood ran icy. “Get out.”

            “What?” Mandy was pale as paper.

            “You need to leave. Run the opposite way!”

            “What about you?! I can’t leave you!”

            “I have to make sure Potter’s okay! You go, promise me you’ll run and won’t stop!” Siri exclaimed, more screams of absolute, unfiltered terror piercing the night. She grabbed Mandy’s shoulders tight. “Mandy you run okay? Promise me!”

            “I promise, but Siri – “

            Siri took off. “GO!” She screamed, shoving into the crowd and running like she was a track star and not an asthmatic.

            She ran against the grain, forcing her to shove into people. Any other day she would’ve felt bad, but she had a foggy memory of how to get to Potter, and she needed to work with what she had. Getting distracted by the crowds was not part of that plan.

            Her side, the one that got hit with the bludger, started to throb, radiating across her entire left side. She braced it, getting winded and wishing she had grabbed her inhaler. Mandy had her purse though.

            She was rammed into on that same side which made everything even better. She nearly ate dirt, managing to catch her footing last second and keep rushing forward in a stumble. She turned at a clothing vendor, and then she found them.

            No, not Potter. Not Weasley either – any of the 20 something there were.

            Deatheaters.

            A problem in UK, not really in the U.S.

            A prominent problem now as several of them walked forward, confidence stinking up the area. They were chanting, some casting spells that lit tents on fires, others casting spells that raised people in the air, torturing them.

            Siri was frozen in place, horror striking her immobile.

            And once again she didn’t think. How could she? These people were being hurt by the cruelest of cruel.

            Her dad had regrets.

            Siri would have no such thing.

            So she did it without thinking.

            The spell for water was something she learned in her first year. It blew out of her wand like a Yellowstone geyser, washing the area in its powerful wash. It drenched everything in site and she demanded more, more, even more. Until she couldn’t see the fire in a fifty-foot radius. Until the Deatheaters were soaked. Until every captive they had raised off the ground to torture them was dropped, disappearing in the tents. Until she had all their attention, and the crowd around her had dissipated.

            “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size,” she snarled at them, anger burning just like that fire had.

            “Your sacrifice is as insignificant as you are,” one said, whipping out a spell wordlessly.

            She knew how to do that as well.

            She whipped it right back to the person beside them, and returned fire. The others fired at her now, realizing she wasn’t going to go down quickly, and this was exactly what she took extra classes for.

            Her father had died in war. Her mother died after, haunted by what she lost. Her Uncle, the one that raised her, had fought in the war and lived. He was never the same. And her new Uncle, who she never thought she’d meet? His scars were as prominent as his tattoos.

            Siri had learned defense magic very early on. Her legal guardian had signed up all his children to take them.

            Like she said. He may not have loved her, but he gave her what she needed.

            The spells that were sent her way were either cast aside or sent to someone else. Hopefully they were stupid enough to let it hit, most deflected. She started bringing in help, sending tents flying at them with the simple ‘wingardium leviosa!’ spell she knew like the back of her hand. She cast out more water to distract them, then used her free hand to bring over another tent to ram into them.

            Then she got hit with a spell she couldn’t deflect.

            She stilled, shock turning her entire body to ice.

            No more spells were cast her way. No more were needed.

            This one sliced her open. Several cuts formed on her body and her shaking hand slowly raised to her neck, pressing against the severed skin as she fell to her knees, and then hit the ground entirely.

            There was no mind numbing pain. It was more shock. This couldn’t be happening, how could she be dying, what type of spell could this even be. . .

            Blood soaked her clothes.

            Dark spots consumed her vision.

            The last thing she saw before she passed out was dark eyes. Darker than ink. They hovered above her, and a deep voice whispered a spell that circulated in her mind as unconsciousness claimed her.

~

            Waking up wasn’t something she expected to do. Whether she was grateful or not, only time would tell.

            Sitting up wasn’t a good decision but she never made those anyway, why start now.

            The world around her, which had once been so violently vibrant with life and uncontainable happiness, was now dark and grim, deprived of any semblance of its past.

            Her entire body hurt. She saw why when she looked down. Blood turned her crop top and skirt crunchy. It was dried which was the good thing, it had come from her which was the bad thing. The slices that had previously littered her skin were gone, but not entirely. Almost entirely healed, in its places crusted scabs. Like whoever had been healing her had to leave before completing the job.

            The bruise that took up a majority of her left ribs bloomed proudly beneath the dried blood.

            The fact that she had almost died kept her calm. Deadly calm, really.

            She stood, finding her wand and gripping it tight. The world was silent for as far as she could see. She cast a tracking spell, letting it guide her. She crept through the ash consumed campsite, nothing but a future graveyard from the looks of it.

            Her head was empty, she was fueled by a need for movement.

            A need to not think about what could’ve just happened if a stranger hadn’t arrived. . .hadn’t known the spell to use. . .hadn’t had an ounce of goodness in his heart to save her.

            She couldn’t think about it, so she didn’t.

            Then when she found Harry Potter, her Uncle’s godson, face down on the ground, she didn’t think again either. She grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to shelter where they could conceal themselves against a barely standing tent. She didn’t know why but she wrapped herself around him, holding him tight to her with her wand at the ready. Like she could protect him if she just held him and willed there to be no attackers.

            And she could honestly not remember how long she sat there in the cold, entire body aching, holding the chosen one. Waiting for death to find them but never arriving.

            Harry Potter woke first.

            It was slow, he started to move, his eyes opened, and she put her hand on his mouth to quiet him.

            “Be quiet,” she whispered to him. “I don’t know who’s around.”

            He tightened like a snake around its prey, and twisted back to see who it was. He didn’t know her based off her voice, but he did remember her face. Even in the dark night she could see how his eyes widened. His pupils were blown so wide the green nearly vanished from existence.

            “Black. . .”

            She put a finger against her lips, shaking her head.

            He quieted down, scooting out from her hold to sit beside her.

            And that was where they stayed for another indiscernible amount of time.

            She would’ve preferred to remain just like that. Naturally someone came. They heard his voice from a short distance away and curiosity was provoked. If Siri hadn’t done something Potter would have. She motioned for him to stay put, and peaked around the flap of the tent they hid behind. What she saw she didn’t like.

            Harry rested a hand on her, having not listened to her, and watched the scene for himself. His head was right above hers.

            A Deatheater, this one electing to not wear a mask like the others. His face was out for the world to see, but that didn’t matter because the crowds were all gone. He cast a spell she didn’t know into the sky, and her dark gaze reflected the green monstrosity that overtook the clouds.

            That. . .that she did know.

            “The dark mark,” she didn’t mean to say it. Shock slipped it out.

            “AH!”

            Her eyes widened, Harry not knowing how to exclaim in pain covertly and his volume drawing the attention of the Deatheater.

            His line of sight snapped to them right away, and he walked forward. Siri shoved Potter back with an elbow to the gut, raising her wand and snapping out a spell the second it came to mind.

            “Harry!” A boy exclaimed, and hopefully it wasn’t a Deatheater by the use of his name in a non-aggressive manner. She really couldn’t split her attention right now.

            The man deflected it like it was nothing, began his own spell, and then she was being attacked from behind.

            “STUPIFY!”

            “Ah!” She was grabbed and shoved to the ground, a body covering her as red spells shot overhead, threatening to knock her out if she hadn’t been moved.

            She snatched her wand and threw up a shield, the foggy white particles acting as a barricade and stopping the spell from reaching them. “Go!” She snapped at Potter. “Get out now!”

            “Not without you!” He said it like it was the easiest thing ever. Like he didn’t have to think to not abandon her.

            Another wave of spells rammed into her barrier and she held her wrist, steeling her grip and reinforcing her spell. 

            “STOP! STOP! THAT’S MY SON! THAT’S. MY. SON.” The ginger haired dad from before rushed forward and the spells stopped.

            The three others came to a stand, Siri more hesitant to take hers.

            “Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you alright?”

            “I think I’ve been better.”

            “We came back for Harry.”

            “Which of you casted it?!” One man exclaimed. “You’ve been caught at the scene of the crime!”

            “Barty, they’re just kids!”

            “What crime?” Potter asked, lost.

            He was kept from an answer, another man coming forward. He was the tallest of the group and he commanded attention. His personality was defined by silver. Silver accessories, silver hair, a silver wand. She would have recognized him anywhere. His tan skin was the same as her own.

            She was surprised he recognized her.

            “Barty,” he said, voice soft and controlling. “They did not do it.”

            “You speak for them, Argent? Where you there? You can say this for certain?” He rushed out, the man clearly paranoid.

            Argent looked down at him. “My adopted daughter is one of them. Be careful of accusing her, I don’t take it lightly.”

            Everyone looked to Hermione. Siri moved forward and did something she hadn’t done since she was 6.

            She came right up to her Uncle, telling him she needed a hug by resting her head against his chest. Her arms stayed at her side, but he wrapped his arms around her, his own shock at her actions deafening. He smelled like a home that had never been hers. The nostalgia worked to calm her down anyway.

            “Sirina. . .are you okay?”

            The nostalgia went one on one with ‘are you okay’ and lost.

            She laughed, knowing that hysteria was ten feet away and coming in hot. “Yeah, yeah, definitely fine.”

            “Were you hurt?”

            “I’m fine,” she repeated, water sliding down her dirty cheeks. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what came over me.” She stepped back, wiping her eyes and making a mess of the dirt on her face and the dried blood on her hand. “There was a man over there. He cast the dark mark. He was young, no older than thirty. He ran away.”

            “Gentlemen, with me.”

            The man named Barty stole most of the men away. Her Uncle and Mr. Weasley lingered. Her Uncle didn’t stop looking at her, spotting all the blood on her with the faint glow of his wand.

            “Sirina. . .” He said again, brows drawn together in concern. He faltered on what to say next.

            “I’m sorry sir, I have to go find my friend. We. . .we got split up. I’ll. . .I’m gonna head out. . .”

            Sirina left, ignoring her name being called, plagued by the memories of getting cut open. She could still hear herself choking on her own blood.

#sirius black #harry potter #regulus black #regulus black daughter #cedric diggory x oc #hermione granger #ron weasley #george weasley #fred weasley

[crispyh4erts]

black dove 朋友 eddie kaspbrak x reader Part 2

after hanging out with your new friends, it was sadly time to go home. “see ya later!” you said to the losers before getting on your bike and speeding back home. as you opened the door, to your surprise, your sister was standing there. and she did not look happy, at all. “y/n, why were you hanging out with a bunch of boys!” your sister, topanga, has always been the jealous kind, a total pick me. she says she’s one of the guys and she probably slept with half of the boys back in the old town. “i made nee friends.” you simply said before brushing past her. topanga let out a scoff before shutting the door.

“oh welcome back home y/n, did you have fun?” your mom said while wiping off her hands on a white towel. “yeah, she did because she was hanging out with boys, didn’t know you were a slut y/n.” topanga answered for you, she was wrong. you were fed up with her to be honest. “no! i was hanging out with my new friends and there was another girl too! you are just mad that i for once am talking to boys and can’t bear the fact that i made boy-friends before you!” you quickly snap at her leaving her red as a tomato.

you were getting ready for bed. you lock your door and was about to turn off the light of the lamp when you hear faint tapping on your window. you got closer to it, petrified, and take a quick look at it. you see dark curly haired and knew who it was. you open up your window careful not to wake up the rest of your family. “Eddie? what are you doing here!” you whisper. “I live like two houses from here, plus I wanted to say goodnight to our new princess.” he said making you blush lightly. “whatever, you should go home now and get some sleep.” a smirk grew on the boys face. “ok then.” he then got closer to your face and gave you a small peck on the cheek before jumping back down to the ground and running to wherever his house was.

you reach over to the area he kissed. you were as red as a tomato, people could even mistake you by one.

as morning came, you had to go grocery shopping for your mom since she was a bit sick. “and get some medicine too!” your mother said before you left the house.

as you walked in town you noticed a car has been following you since the last few minutes. you were obviously spooked, and you quickened up your pace and made it inside the store in time. but the people inside the car went in too. you took a glance at them. patrick and henry. richie warned you about them yesterday.

you walked to the other side of the store just in case if the were looking for you.

soon enough they left. you let out a heavy sigh you didn’t know you were holding.

“hey y/n!” you jumped due to the scare you were given. you turn and face richie. “oh hey rich!” “you grocery shopping too?” he asked. you gave him a nod and showed him the list of small items in a piece of paper. he adjusted his glasses to take a look at them. “i can help you with that, if you’d like.” he offered. “oh yeah! pleaseee, i don’t know my way around this store.” Richie laughed. “come on.” he gestured.

eddie’s pov

as i walked in to the store looking for a drink since it was so hot out here making me dehydrated, i noticed a y/h/c girl walking around. i immediately knew who it was and made me smile bright. i walked over to where I saw her head pointing out. my smile dropped as i saw who she was with. richie. y/n laughed as she and richie tried on glasses. i knew it was wrong but i couldn’t help but feel jealous, i mean richie is way better than me I’m so many different ways. and y/n just moved here but i fell in love with her as soon as my eyes found her. i grabbed my drink, payed and walked out of the store. tears started to fall out of my eyes like a waterfall. i quickly wiped them and went back home.

#bambi speaks #finn wolfhard #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #angst #cute #richie tozier

[thebibliosphere]

I had a question.

So, just an hour or two ago, I was going through some sort of “manic high”, sorta like how somebody with bipolar disorder would have (I don’t have BPD). It felt like a bullet train at max speed and completely derailing, and it was incredibly draining. It also got me wondering.

Do people with severe enough ADHD deal with ADHD episodes like this? My search attempts are often futile because all of it is just talking about how to differentiate between BPD and ADHD and BPD manic episodes, but nobody ever mentions ADHD episodes; the only time I’ve seen it mentioned ever was when somebody made a clip of crankgameplays to show what an ADHD episode looked like.

Do they even exist? I’ve got no idea, so I was just wondering if you knew.

Hey! Sorry, I saw your other ask a while ago, but I wanted to talk to my ADHD specialist before I answered because I’d never heard of the term “episode” being used to describe ADHD. I’m also going to splice both questions together here and answer them in segments in the hope it helps :)

So like I said, I’d never heard of the term “episode” with ADHD, and neither has my specialist. Part of ADHD is having a natural ebb and flow between inattention and hyperactivity, sometimes skewed toward one or the other, depending on your ADHD type. (What are the different types of ADHD?)

Your type of ADHD may also fluctuate because of other factors, such as stress, changes in medication, hormonal fluctuations, lack of sleep, overstimulation, or even under-stimulation, to name a few. Another overlooked part of ADHD is emotional dysregulation, which may cause rapid cycling emotions that may look like an “episode” to someone unfamiliar with what that actually qualifies. The way my therapist explained it and using your example of bipolar disorder, “episode” is used in diagnostic criteria to categorize manic or depressive episodes that last X amount of time, are usually severe, potentially requiring hospitalization, and are accompanied by other symptoms not found in ADHD.

Our “bursts” of energy or lack thereof typically don’t last long enough to be considered episodes. This isn’t to say they are not severe or debilitating, especially if you suffer from things like anxiety or depression that ADHD can feed into. Merely that “episode” is not used as part of the language used to discuss ADHD, which is likely why you’re not finding anything.

So, do ADHDers experience intense bursts of energy that are draining afterward? Yeah, we can do, especially if we lean more toward hyperactive than inattentive. (And again, it's normal to fluctuate and also for things to be affected or worsened by secondary factors.)

And I'm going to put the rest under the cut because this is hella long.

I’ve seen some people think that all hyperactivity has to come with fixation, but that’s not how ADHD works. It’s true if something gets us excited or gives us a dopamine boost, we might be more prone to becoming hyperfixated and burn all our energy up on that. But you don’t need something to fixate on to experience hyperactivity. Some of us are just wired to the moon sometimes, and yes, it can be very draining when it ends. Some people find medication helpful in regulating their hyperactivity/preventing it from coming in such big swings and dips.

Speaking personally, when I'm hyper and nothing is grabbing my attention, the world and people around me can feel painfully slow. It's like I'm going a mile a minute doing everything but achieving nothing. The crash that comes after can also be particularly bad, as I also have dysthymia, which can tip over into a major depressive episode depending on other factors in my life at that time. For years I was misdiagnosed as having "probably Bipolar Type II" by a doctor who didn't believe teenage girls could "get" ADHD* and convinced my parents I needed psychoactive drugs. The drugs I was on didn't help, in fact, they made me worse so I was taken off them.

It wasn't until I found an ADHD specialist as an adult a few years ago that I made any real progress. And I'll be honest, I was shocked when she diagnosed me with ADHD, I really didn't think I had it. Right up until we started doing the work and slowly but surely my mental health began to improve and my understanding of myself with it.

Sometimes there are days when I will be wired to the moon and it will derail my entire day because I can't focus on a single thing/I'll focus too much on a single thing. Other times, like when I am closer to my menstrual cycle, I'll crash into inattentiveness and depression because of how my hormones affect my various different conditions, including my ADHD. Medication would likely help with this, but due to medical reasons, that's currently not an option for me so I do the best I can.

That said, if you’re experiencing something more than hyperactivity but it's not mania, you may be experiencing a form of hypomania and you should talk to a doctor about your concerns.

Hypomania typically occurs in Bipolar Type II disorder, which is less severe than the manic episodes in Bipolar I. I’ve experienced both manic and hypomanic episodes in my life due to medication interactions, and they felt very different from ADHD hyperactivity. It's not just derailing mile-a-minute thoughts, it's something usually completely mood-altering and out of control feeling followed by devastating crashes.

If you're on any medications and are worried you are experiencing something like this, you need to talk to your doctor. You might just need a dosage tweak, or you might be better off on a different medication altogether. Also, make a thorough check of any and all medications you are taking to check for any interactions.

I'm on a cocktail of meds for my MCAS, which if I were to combine them with the SSRI one of my doctors wants me to try, would result in serotonin syndrome. The doctor didn't notice this, but the pharmacist sure as shit did!

Some people (ask me how I know) even develop mild hypomania from overusing the sunlamps used to treat SAD (link), which is why brands like Verilux now include warnings in their leaflets about not using the lamps for more than X amount of time a day. Thankfully it goes away once you stop overusing the lamps.

Which actually brings me to something you asked last time about being unable to sleep at night. Insomnia and delayed sleep phase cycles are not uncommon in ADHD. This is likely because our circadian rhythm is thought to be out of whack (link).

You also mentioned having racing thoughts at night too, which is not uncommon either with hyperactivity. I find if I get overstimulated before trying to sleep, I’ll end up lying there awake with what I like to call “radio ADHD” playing in my head. It can range from snippets of songs stuck on repeat, conversations, things I’ve watched on TV, arguments, or if something is happening the next day, fixating on not being late for it. Hence, I end up getting no sleep because you can’t accidentally sleep in if you don’t sleep. *jazz hands of despair.*

Sometimes I find Radio ADHD soothing if it’s fixating on something chill, but it can get annoying fast and even distressing if I’m tired and can’t “change the station.” (I’d say “shut it off,” but as of yet, I’ve never been able to do that. Medication helps some people with this, as can looking into “sleep hygiene” if you haven’t already.) Conversely, if I’m bored or something is too stressful, I will 100% fall asleep because my brain would literally rather just turn off than do something I don’t want to do or is a low dopamine reward task.

Brains are fun.

Anyway, I uh, I am not sure if any of this is useful to you, but I hope it helps. Mostly I'm just repeating back what my specialist said when I asked her about it lol. Good luck, and I hope you figure things out.

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*NB: It's important to note that ADHD and Bipolar Disorder can be comorbid. It's not a one or the other situation. I’m just throwing it out there in case hearing that helps someone else pursue the proper diagnosis!

#adhd #not a doctor #just a sick person with lots of lived experience

[fueledbyapplepi]

I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - June 25th

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo x Xu Minghao x Kwon Soonyoung x Choi Seungcheol

Word Count: 8979

Contents: drinking and being inebriated, swearing, your boss walks in, fivesome oral (giving and receiving), handjobs, face fucking, rimming, dom!Seungcheol, somewhat dom!Wonwoo and dom!Minghao, sub!reader, Soonyoung is a needy sub and also a bottom, fingering, nipple play, teasing, slight begging, protected sex, slight choking, drooling

Note: Mayhaps you voted for this hehe this was so much work oh my god it took so long oh my god i hope you appreiacte this filth if you dont so help me please enjoy this fivesomes are difficult skdhakshdas

“Never have I ever…” Minghao trailed off, swirling his beer in his hand as if it were a glass of wine. “Sucked anyone off.”

“Ahh that’s too general,” you laughed, taking a swig of your beer. Soonyoung quickly took a sip of his but not so quickly that you didn’t notice.

“I am learning so many things about you tonight, Kwon Soonyoung,” You said.

“There are so many things to learn,” He giggled.

“I already know too many,” Minghao deadpanned. The three of you laughed. The sound of footsteps came over the din of the crowd around the nearby campfire. You looked up to see Wonwoo wandering near and you beckoned him over to join you.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asked quietly, taking a seat close to you.

“Never Have I Ever!” Soonyoung proclaimed boldly, making Wonwoo jump a little. You snickered, patting his arm.

“Soonyoung, it’s your turn.” You said.

“Hmmmmm,” He hummed into his beer bottle. “Never have I ever… had sex in a canoe.” He looked at you pointedly.

“Why do you think I have?!” You cried.

“Why wouldn’t you, it's fun if you don’t fall in.”

“Did-” Wonwoo started. “Did you- Which canoe did you have sex in?”

Soonyoung didn’t answer, merely sipping on his drink with an overly innocent look on his face.

“Soonyoung!” You cried. 

“I hoped you cleaned it,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Wonwoo, you should go next,” Minghao said.

“Alright,” He settled back, resting on his hand, still eyeing Soonyoung suspiciously. “Never have I ever given a handjob in the woods.”

“Oh that’s just mean,” You muttered as you took a sip.

“When was that?” Minghao questioned.

“Who was it with?” Soonyoung asked.

“Some stories I keep to myself,” You said, shooting Wonwoo a glare. “Moving right along. Never have I ever had sex in the pool.”

Minghao quietly took a sip and before any of you could speak he raised a hand.

“I’m not telling you. Though I will say I’m not looking to repeat the experience any time soon. Some things are better left in the imagination.”

“I need more goss,” Soonyoung whined. “This game is for goss. Someone needs to add something risky.”

“You’re so impatient,” Minghao chuckled. “Alright, never have I ever had sex in someone’s office.”

“Does it count,” You asked, already knowing the answer was yes, “if it was with the owner of the office, not like sneaking into someone else’s office?”

“Yes, drink,” said Wonwoo.

“Now I’m curious,” Minghao eyed you.

“Really cuz that just gave me an idea,” Soonyoung said giddily.

“What? Office sex?” You laughed.

“Sneaking into someone’s office to have sex,” he grinned.

“That sounds like a dumb idea,” Minghao said.

“Now hold on,” You said. “Which office would you propose?”

“You’re not actually considering this, are you?” Wonwoo asked.

“I mean if you don’t wanna be invited you don’t have to come,” You grinned.

“I’m thinking a nice big office when I know for a fact that it’s owner is relaxing for once and not working.”

“You’re not about to break into the programming office,” Minghao said.

“Nice big desk, comfy chairs,” Soonyoung said.

“That would make for some nice goss, what a wonderful commodity.” You chimed.

“I mean, it might actually be the best place for it,” Wonwoo said.

You all looked at him.

“What does that mean?” you questioned, watching his face flush more and more red. 

“It- uh- if you go, I’ll show you what I mean.” He finally settled on.

“Can we?” Soonyoung chirped excitedly.

“Why the fuck not?” You said.

Soonyoung grabbed Minghao’s hand, even more giddy in his slightly tipsy state. “You have to come too.”

“Wh-Why do you want me?”

“I don’t know if Wonwoo’s going to stay and they don’t have a dick.” He said, jerking his head towards you. His bluntness made you laugh. You truly were learning a lot about Soonyoung tonight.

“I didn’t know you were a bottom but I don’t think I needed to know that,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Minghao, please,” Soonyoung begged.

“I- I’ll join you for the walk over, but no promises,” He said. Soonyoung happily clung to him as you all got to your feet, heading for the programming office. Soonyoung skipped ahead with Minghao and you fell back beside Wonwoo.

“Why would Seungcheol’s office be such a good place for sex?” You asked.

“You’ll see, there’s something there you’ll find useful.”

“Are you going to stay?” There was a quiet moment between you as he seemed to think it over. It was much quieter here, away from the bonfire and the rest of the staff.

“I might. I’ve never done anything like this so…”

“Well if you do, I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. Wonwoo gave a nervous chuckle, cheeks flushing pink.

“Thanks,” he mumbled almost shyly as you approached the office cabin.

“Is it going to be locked?” Minghao asked.

“We’ll just break in,” Soonyoung shrugged.

“Okay we won’t do that,” Wonwoo said. “He usually doesn’t need to lock it during the day so maybe? He might not have locked up yet. Let’s just try the door first and see what happens.”

Minghao and Soonyoung reached the door first. Minghao reached out his hand and turned the handle slowly. The door creaked in a bit and he carefully pushed it fully open. You all knew Seungcheol was down on the bonfire but there was still something a little scary and very thrilling about being here.

You had been in his office once or twice before but never for long. It was it’s own building near the other office buildings, a small cabin but more than enough space. The back wall was lined with bookshelves stuffed with books, safety manuals, and documents. A standing lamp was on along the back wall, bathing the room in a warm light. An old, comfy couch sat along the side of the room under the window and in the center was a large desk, much bigger than Hongseok’s. Seungcheol’s spinning chair sat on the far side and two chairs sat on the closer side for small meetings. Despite how busy he was his desk was relatively clean, only his laptop and a small stack of papers sat on it, everything else neatly tucked away.

You slipped your shoes off on the mat along with the others, wandering into the room.

“Is he coming back?” Minghao questioned, eyeing the light.

“He was drinking down on the beach,” Wonwoo mused. “He can’t be planning to work more after that, can he?”

“He wouldn’t,” you said. “Maybe he forgot to turn it off.”

“I’m unconvinced,” Minghao said.

“Come on,” Soonyoung whined. “We’re here. Let’s have fun anyway. He’s not here now and he can’t be planning to work soon, right? Besides, the thrill of it is that we might get caught.”

“Getting caught by the boss,” You said, running your fingers lightly up Wonwoo’s arm. “That’s kinda a hot idea, isn’t it?”

“I-I- I mean-” His cheeks flushed pink. “Kind of, yeah.”

“This has got to be against so many rules,” Minghao said.

“You knew that before coming over here,” you pointed out, wandering towards the desk with Wonwoo in tow. Soonyoung linked his fingers with Minghao’s slowly pulling him closer to the desk, grinning giddily when Minghao followed him.

“I’m sure there’s some rule about sleeping with your supervisor,” His tone was a little lighter, more joking.

“Does it change anything if you’re the one in charge?” Soonyoung purred, backing up against the edge of the desk and pushing the chair aside.

“I’m thinking about it,” Minghao hummed.

“Wonwoo,” You looked at him quickly. “Didn’t you say this was a great place for sex? Why?”

“O-Oh yeah,” he hurried around the desk, face still flushed. You watched as he pulled open drawers, looking for something. You couldn't quite tell if he was planning to stay yet. Was he excited? Or nervous? Or overwhelmed by the idea? Maybe all three? You weren’t sure if you were bad at reading him or if you were just a little too tipsy to easily figure it out.

“Here,” he said. “In here.”

You all wandered curiously around the desk and let out a collective gasp when you peered in the drawer.

Apparently, the condom stash was hidden in Seungcheol’s office all along. The drawer had quite a few boxes of different kinds of condoms. Not only that but a number of different types of lube sat in the drawer as well, even a few packs of dental dams and some gloves laid in the drawer.

“So this is where the condoms came from,” you mumbled.

“Why does he have all this stuff?” Minghao wondered.

“Who cares?!” Soonyoung said gleefully, grabbing lube and condoms. “This has everything we need!”

You met Wonwoo’s gaze. “You really weren’t kidding, huh?”

“It does have everything we need,” he said.

A grin tugged at your lips. “So you’re staying?”

He looked between the three of you. “Might as well have some fun, right?” He giggled, still sounding a little nervous.

Soonyoung grabbed onto Minghao’s hand, giving him starry eyes. “Will you stay too, please?”

Minghao’s lips twitched into a grin. “I have to admit, I kind of want to hear more of your begging.”

Soonyoung bounced on his toes as he pulled Minghao back around the desk, moving the stack of papers aside. You watched Wonwoo grab the laptop and move it aside while you pushed the chair out of the way. 

Soonyoung was quick to grab the front of Minghao’s shirt and pull him close to make out. Minghao seemed only caught off guard for a moment before he relaxed into the kisses, letting his eyes slide closed and pressing Soonyoung’s hips back against the edge of the desk.

You leaned back on the desk yourself before locking eyes with Wonwoo. He blushed and looked down, stepping a bit closer. His eyes flickered to your lips and then to your eyes and you felt heat rise into your cheeks. Quickly you swooped in, pressing kisses to his neck and feeling his hands on your hips as he let out a quiet sigh.

“No hickeys,” he mumbled.

“What if they’re where no one will see them?” You teased.

“Th-That would be okay,” he replied.

You heard ruffling beside you and peeked over to see Minghao pulling off Soonyoung’s shirt between Soonyoung’s kisses which already looked to be getting desperate. You let your own fingertips trail down over Wonwoo’s chest before playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I take this off?” You asked. Wonwoo gave you a quick nod and you helped him pull off his shirt before trailing your lips down his neck and along his collarbone. He let out a sigh as you sucked at his skin but it got lost in the low moan that Minghao let out next to you.

Soonyoung’s lips were on his neck and his hand had slipped between their bodies, already palming Minghao through his shorts.

You followed suit, listening to the shaky breath and feeling Wonwoo grab and squeeze your hips in response as you started touching him. He pressed his hips subtly into your hand, relaxing a little between the sucking of your lips on his skin and your hand slowly working him up.

Both Minghao and Wonwoo let out quiet, low moans as you and Soonyoung worked them up. You couldn’t speak for Soonyoung but every little sound they let out, and every squeeze of Wonwoo’s hands on your hips, sent a rush of arousal down your spine. Each second you were growing more and more turned on and excited.

“You’re eager to use that mouth, aren’t you?” You heard Minghao murmur. You looked over in time to see his hand on Soonyoung’s head, slowly pushing him down to his knees with a smirk. You locked eyes with Wonwoo and felt heat rush up into your face, the blush on Wonwoo’s cheeks told you he felt just as hot at the prospect of doing the same.

You left his chest with one more kiss before sinking to your knees, not making eye contact and instead focusing on undoing his belt slowly. Soonyoung seemed to be moving fast, already having freed Minghao’s cock from his shorts and trailing his lips along it. You took your time, only stopped when Wonwoo tugged at your shirt to pull it off.

You pulled his cock free, wrapping your hand around it and biting down on your lip. Had it seemed the same size when you were giving him a handjob, did it only seem bigger because it was right in front of your face? Or because you could take it further tonight? Or simply because you were horny?

“What the hell are you doing?!”

All four of you froze at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

Your eyes darted to look at Soonyoung. His face had flushed red and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with something. You yourself may have been buzzed but you certainly weren’t drunk enough for this. Still, was letting a horny, tipsy Soonyoung handle it the best idea?

“H-Hi Seungcheol,” why you were aiming for a lighthearted tone as you peeked around Wonwoo, his cock still in your hand, you didn’t know. Seungcheol looked less than impressed.

“Why, are you and Soonyoung, giving blowjobs, in my office?” He asked. His voice was far too even for your liking.

“It- uh…” You had nothing.

“It was a group effort,” Minghao sighed.

“That much is clear,” Seungcheol replied.

“We didn’t think you’d be back tonight,” Soonyoung said with a nervous giggle.

“You didn’t notice the light on?”

“It somehow slipped past us?” You offered.

Seungcheol looked between the four of you before he sighed. “There is nothing in the handbook for disciplinary action when 4 of your employees have sex in your office.”

“You’ll have to come up with something,” there was a grin in Soonyoung’s voice and when you looked at him there was mischief in his eyes.

“Yes,” you chimed in. “Be creative. An out of the box solution.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you two up to?”

“I just think you should find a… fun solution,” Soonyoung said.

“Yes, this must be stressful, find something to help you relax from that stress.” You added. Wonwoo nudged you hard with his knee, as if to tell you to shut up but it seemed Minghao was on your side. He looked back over his shoulder at Seungcheol.

“The campers show up in two days. And it’s nearly midnight. You’ve finally had a relaxing evening. Do you really want to ruin that?”

“So you think…” Seungcheol was processing your words.

“You should relax,” Minghao shrugged.

“Find something enjoyable,” Wonwoo added quietly, joining in your game.

“Do something fun and out of the box,” You chimed.

“Look,” said Soonyoung. “We’re already on our knees.”

You kept your inhale quiet. The four of you had been dancing around the suggestion but once it was put so blatantly there was no taking it back. You watched Seungcheol’s face as he thought, hand running through his hair as you tried to figure out if you were about to have a fivesome or about to get fired.

“Fuck it,” Seungcheol said, hands falling to his belt as he kicked off his shoes. “I could use this.”

A grin broke out on Soonyoung’s face and it was infectious, spreading to your own. You spared a glance upwards, catching Minghao’s relieved grin and the pink tinge of Wonwoo’s cheeks as you and Soonyoung slide closer to each other.

Seungcheol came closer until he was standing between Wonwoo and Minghao, pants slipping down his hips just enough to let his cock free. Your hand was still wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock and you started to pump him slowly, noticing him relax just a little. Soonyoung’s hand was moving much faster already on Minghao’s cock as his lips started to trail along Seungcheol’s cock.

You leaned in as well, pressing kisses along the other side of Seungcheol’s cock and hearing his quiet groan. Soonyoung’s hand was wrapped around the base, holding his cock between the two of you. Seungcheol’s cock started to grow harder between your lips as the two of you teased him. Your hand kept moving on Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing a little tighter. Your lips drew into a slight smile at the small moan he let out.

Soonyoung slipped underneath, sucking Seungcheol’s balls with his lips as you drew your tongue around the tip, drinking in the groan that fell from his lips. The small sounds all three of them were letting out curled down your spine, arousal settling between your legs and deep in the pit of your stomach.

You felt Seungcheol’s hand on the back of your head, urging you to take more of him into your mouth and you obliged. You started moving your mouth along his cock, taking a little more of him into your mouth each time, trying to keep a steady pace with your hand lest Wonwoo start to feel neglected.

“Just like that,” Seungcheol’s voice was low and a little breathy as he spoke, laced with the heat of arousal. His hips pressed forwards towards you and Soonyoung as you moved your mouths on him, Soonyoung’s movements growing greedier with each passing moment. You found a steady pace in sucking him off, your hand replacing Soonyoung’s at the base of his cock.

“Soonyoung,” Minghao purred, seeming more emboldened now that Seungcheol had spoken. “I want more of your attention.”

Soonyoung obediently shifted. He brought a hand up to play with Seungcheol’s balls as he took Minghao’s cock into his mouth. You looked to the side enough to see the sweet, wide-eyed expression he gave Minghao as he took his cock deep into his throat.

“That feels so good,” Minghao moaned, letting his head fall back. Soonyoung moaned around him and you couldn’t help yourself, moaning around Seungcheol’s cock before moving your mouth more quickly.

“Fuck,” He breathed. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you at the speed he wanted. You took him as deep as you could without choking, letting out more moans around his cock and feeling the arousal build even more in your core. Your gaze started to grow heavier but you still looked over to check on Wonwoo as you jerked him off.

He was more relaxed than he had been but still much quieter than you knew him to be. Was he nervous about it? You wanted him to relax fully and enjoy himself and you searched your brain for the things you had done last weekend, trying to remember just what he liked.

You moved your hand a little faster, adding more of a twist to your movement and earned a small moan from his lips, catching sight of his eyes falling closed. He leaned one hand on the back of the chair that you’d pushed to the side to brace himself.

The sound of gagging beside you drew your attention to Soonyoung as he deepthroated Minghao’s cock. You were equal parts jealous and impressed. How did he get so good at that? Maybe you needed to ask him for pointers.

The moans that fell from Minghao’s lips pulled you out of your thoughts very quickly. The sound sent arousal rushing through you and welling in your core. You pressed your thighs together, subtly shifting your hips and moving your hands and mouth a little faster. You let your gaze shift up to look at Seungcheol and it only made your arousal worse.

He was gazing down at you with a heavily lidded, heated expression. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and as you locked eyes with him he held your head still before thrusting into your mouth. You held it open for him, keeping your eyes on him and moving your hand a little faster on Wonwoo’s cock, thumb teasing his tip here and there, as Seungcheol fucked into your mouth.

Moans were falling from all three of them now, though Wonwoo was still quieter than you knew he could be. Beside you Minghao pulled Soonyoung back off his cock, a string of spit connecting his lips to Minghao’s cock. Minghao’s thighs were trembling slightly as he caught his breath, clearly not wanting to cum too soon.

Soonyoung shifted towards you and you pulled back. Seungcheol’s hand fell away from your head as Soonyoung brought his lips to Seungcheol’s cock. You turned all of your attention to Wonwoo, gazing up at him and meeting his eyes as you took him into your mouth slowly.

Wonwoo let out a shaky breath that was quickly covered by Minghao’s shaky moan as Soonyoung wrapped a hand around his sensitive cock. The sounds rushed through you, making you wetter by the second. Still, you kept your eyes on Wonwoo’s face as you took his cock into your mouth and found a quick pace.

As you brought your other hand to his cock, wrapping them both around, you took in the look of pleasure that overcame his features. His brow furrowed and mouth hung open, moans getting louder as they poured from his lips. A rosy hue was spread across his cheeks, his hair falling in front of his eyes that were scrunched shut.

Seungcheol’s groans had grown louder, as had Soonyoung’s gagging as he took all of Seungcheol’s cock into his mouth. Seungcheol kept a hand in his hair but let him set the movements, his own head falling back as groans and curses came from him.

On his other side Minghao braced himself against a chair, panting and moaning as Soonyoung kept his hand moving on his cock. His fingers curled into the back of the chair and his hips pressed forwards into Soonyoung’s hand, thighs still trembling.

You let out moans around Wonwoo’s cock as you moved faster, getting more desperate. The need in your core was getting unbearable and had you shifting and rocking your hips in search of the sensations you desperately craved. Judging from the few moans Soonyoung got out and how tight his shorts were he wasn’t fairing much better.

You felt Wonwoo’s hand on your head, suddenly pushing you back as he panted. You looked up at him in surprise which melted into smugness when you took in the dazed look on his face, stopping you before he could cum in your mouth.

Next to you Seungcheol dug his hand into Soonyoung’s hair before pulling him back.

“Aren’t you two getting needy?” He asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Did we do a good job?” Soonyoung asked. “I need someone to touch me.”

Seungcheol reached his other hand out, grabbing your chin and holding you so you were both looking at him. You felt your face burning and yet more arousal curling in your coil from the heat of his expression.

“You’ve done well so far,” he said. “Stand up.”

You did as he told you immediately, scrambling to your feet. Very quickly hands were all over you as they pulled off yours and Soonyoung’s clothes. The three of them shifted around. Minghao urged you to sit up on the desk while Seungcheol turned Soonyoung around and bent him over the desk. Wonwoo made his way around to where Soonyoung’s head was and Soonyoung was eager to wrap his lips around Wonwoo’s cock.

Minghao leaned in, giving you a kiss as his hands trailed over your body. You felt the goosebumps in their wake as he trailed fingers over your sensitive skin. He leaned closer, reaching his hands around behind you to undo your bra and you let him pull it off. His hands moved over your chest, drawing a sigh from your lips before they found their way to the hem of your panties.

“Lay back for me,” he murmured against your lips.

You did as he said, letting your head fall to the side to look at Soonyoung. He had a sweet, hazy look in his eyes as Wonwoo slowly thrust into his mouth, letting out quiet moans as he did so. All of Soonyoung’s sounds were muffled but you could still hear his moaning as Seungcheol drew his tongue over his entrance, teasing him. Drool pooled at the edge of Soonyoung’s mouth, his hands splayed out over the desk, already wrapped up in bliss.

A gasp left your lips as Minghao drew his tongue over your sensitive clit. You reached out, grabbing at the edge of the desk and your other hand finding Soonyoung’s wrist. You squeezed at him, not paying much attention to the curious look he gave you as you started to moan, back arching off the desk as Minghao fell into a quick rhythm with his tongue.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moaned quietly, the sound getting a little lost between the sounds rising up all around you. Wonwoo’s moans, though still quiet, were rushing through your body. Soonyoung’s whiny moans and gags as Wonwoo pushed his cock down Soonyoung’s throat were dizzying.

You felt the curl of the coil, the pleasure that was building inside you, spurred on by the lewd sounds of Minghao eating you out and Seungcheol eating Soonyoung’s ass. Seungcheol let out low groans, hands gripping at Soonyoung’s ass and thighs as his tongue moved quickly. Minghao let smooth moans vibrate through your core, hands holding your thighs open and keeping your hips from bucking into his mouth or grinding too much against his face.

You shifted your gaze up and felt your cunt clenching around nothing as you took in Wonwoo’s face. His brow was furrowed, hips thrusting forwards into Soonyoung’s mouth. Red coloured his cheeks and burned the tips of his ears and his mouth hung open in quiet moans. His eyes were screwed shut and the sight made your head spin.

“F-Fuck,” the curse fell from your lips as Minghao dipped his tongue into your core, curling it into a sensitive spot and sending a tremor through your body. You heard him chuckle at your reaction but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care, instead pressing your hips closer to him as his tongue ran back up over your clit again.

You squeezed at Soonyoung’s arm, watching his nails slowly scratch at the desk as he pressed his hips back towards Seungcheol. His gaze was heavily lidded, though his eyes opened a little wider as Wonwoo grabbed his hair and jerked his head up roughly, an action that sent even more heat rushing through you. 

He didn’t need to say anything, Soonyoung simply looked up at him, keeping the eye contact as he let Wonwoo fuck his mouth, drooling and moaning. Wonwoo seemed to be relaxing and growing into his confidence tonight.

And you couldn’t deny it looked so good on him.

“Wonwoo,” Seungcheol’s voice called your and Wonwoo’s attention, though Minghao kept his tongue moving through your core. “Why don’t you come back here and help him out? Since he’s been so good to you.”

“Of course,” there was much more surety and calmness to Wonwoo’s voice than there had been when you began.

A moment later you whined as you felt the loss of Minghao’s presence. You propped yourself up on your elbows with a pout as he moved away from your core, but much happier when Seungcheol took his place, smirking at you from where he kneeled on the floor.

You had enough time to catch sight of Wonwoo pouring lube onto his fingers before the feeling of two fingers pushing into your cunt pulled a gasp from your lips. Your eyes locked with Seungcheol’s as you panted and he started to move his fingers.

“You’re already so wet,” he purred.

“You’re welcome,” Minghao chuckled quietly, moving around the side of the desk and kneeling again. You felt his lips start to press kisses along your side.

“I think you could take our cocks right now,” Seungcheol murmured.

They’re teasing was interrupted by the loud, desperate moan that left Soonyoung’s lips, now unhindered, as Wonwoo slipped a long finger inside him.

“Fuck, please,” Soonyoung groaned, dropping his face against the desk as he pressed his hips back, trying to fuck himself on Wonwoo’s fingers. Wonwoo and Seungcheol both chuckled at his neediness and you were distracted by the sensation of Minghao’s plush lips wrapping around one of your nipples.

“You really are needy, aren’t you Soonyoung?” Wonwoo teased.

“Please,” he drooled. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t rush it,” Seungcheol grinned, as teasing as he was serious. “You need to be properly ready for it.”

Soonyoung’s only response was a groan, resting his cheek against the wood of the desk, facing you. Your own head fell back as Seungcheol started moving his fingers more roughly. He held a hand on your hip to keep it down and you let your eyes fall shut as you took in the sensations.

Soonyoung’s moans rivaled yours, both of you growing louder and louder with little care if anyone would hear you. Soonyoung gripped onto your wrist, trying to find purchase of his own. If his moans were any indication he was getting closer by the second.

You lost yourself more and more in the feeling and sounds. In the sucking of Minghao’s lips and the slow circling of his tongue around your nipple, fingers trailing gently over the skin of your hip and up your side. Seungcheol’s fingers deep in your core, thrusting and curling quickly. The lewd sounds of fingers moving in wetness and your moans filling the hot air.

Pleasure was building inside you quickly, Panting and moaning you felt yourself getting closer to your edge, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your hips ground as much as he would allow, chasing every little bit of sensation while the focus of cumming took over your mind.

Soonyoung let out a broken moan next to you and you peeked down to see Wonwoo pushing a second finger into his entrance slowly. A tremor ran through his body and his hand squeezed your wrist as he rocked his hips back as much as Wonwoo would allow. 

The sight of him only added to your own arousal, making you clench around Seungcheol’s fingers even more. Soonyoung’s eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open, drool and moans pouring from his lips. His skin shone with a sheen of sweat and his hair fell across his face prettily, moving with each roll of his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” your own eyes squeezed shut as Seungcheol eased a third finger into your core. You took it easily, knowing how wet you were, and feeling the craving for more.

“You’re getting needier too, aren’t you?” Seungcheol chuckled.

You felt Minghao’s lips pull away from your chest, moving up to murmur in your ear. “Is that greedy little cunt of yours ready for some cock?”

Your back arched off the desk and you moaned out loudly as Seungcheol started to draw his tongue over your clit quickly. The only answers you could manage were incoherent whines and moans as the coil in your core curled impossibly tight.

“We’re so far from done with you, yet,” Minghao purred. “You better be ready for more.”

“F-Fuck,” the word came out breathy and high on your voice as Seungcheol’s fingers started pounding into you. Minghao brought his fingers to your chest, playing with your nipples and you only barely registered the way Soonyoung groaned loudly again, no doubt also taking another finger.

Quiet, breathy pleas started to pour from your lips. Seungcheol held your hips down, sucking on your clit roughly and fingering you fast. Minghao’s lips nipped at your ear, hot breath fanning out across your skin.

“I’m so looking forward to sinking my cock into you and fucking you dumb,” Minghao murmured.

You cried out as you came hard, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your back arched off the desk and your whole body shook. Pleasure washed through every inch of you, stealing your breath. Your hips only stuttered when the sensitivity started to set in. Your hands started to weakly push Seungcheol away from your core as you shook.

Minghao helped you up to sitting, letting you rest your head against his chest as he let his fingers run over your shoulders. Somewhere in your needy haze you’d missed the part where they all rid themselves of their clothes but you weren’t complaining at the sight.

Soonyoung choked out a high moan, body shaking as he came, riding out his high on Wonwoo’s fingers until his hips dropped, knees going weak from the force of his release.

Seungcheol had moved around the desk and was now running his fingers through Soonyoung’s hair. “I hope you’re not done after just a few fingers, Soonyoung,” He teased. Minghao and Wonwoo chuckled and Soonyoung tried and failed to open his eyes, incoherent sounds mumbling out through his lips. 

You slowly caught your breath, thankful for the moment to do so, while Minghao ran his fingers gently over your body. Wonwoo gently smoothed his hands over Soonyoung’s ass and Seungcheol played with his hair, all three of them pumping their own cocks slowly until Soonyoung pushed himself up to stand shakily.

Seungcheol smiled. “Are you two ready for more?” There wasn’t any teasing in his tone this time, only sincerity. You and Soonyoung both nodded, a little tired but eager.

Minghao helped you off the desk and you let him lead you to the chair. He urged you gently to kneel on the chair. You brought your hands to rest on the back of the chair, and then your cheek. Your heart was beating quickly with anticipation as you heard the sounds of condom wrappers ripping open and lube being poured out. You squeezed the back of the chair and wiggled your hips absentmindedly before hearing a chuckle.

You gazed up from your spot to find Seungcheol gazing down at you where you kneeled. His fingers came to your chin gently and tilted your head to look at him properly.

“Are you impatient?” He asked gently.

“Maybe,” you hummed. “Maybe I want a little more.”

“How much more?”

“Maybe I-I-” you stumbled over your words as you felt Minghao’s hands grip your hips and his cock ground against you, moving through your folds and teasing your sensitive clit.

“You lose your words so quickly,” Seungcheol hummed. “He hasn’t even started and you can’t compose yourself.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you tried to find the words you wanted. But they seemed too jumbled on your tongue. The sound of Soonyoung’s moan as Wonwoo eased his cock into his ass drew your attention for a moment before Minghao slowly pushed into you.

A gasp fell from your lips. Your eyes nearly closed as you sunk your hips back towards him but Seungcheol grabbed your jaw firmly and your eyes snapped open instead. You focused your gaze on him as moans started to escape your lips again. Minghao slowly thrust into you, letting out a breathy moan of his own.

“Does it feel good to finally be full?” Seungcheol murmured.

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice and you gave your head a little nod. Seungcheol regarded you with a heated smirk, leaning in closer. Your own gaze slipped to his lips as your mouth hung slightly.

“Are you so greedy you want kisses too?” He teased.

“Please,” Did you have a sense of shame left? Decidedly not as you leaned even more forwards, braced on the back of the chair.

Seungcheol chuckled at you but still, he closed the distance between you. His hand stayed on your jaw as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth which you let inside easily. Your moans came out muffled by his lips, though they were only getting louder.

Minghao kept one hand on your hip, the other slipped up to your chest. You keened forwards into his touch as he started to roll and tug on your nipple roughly. He thrust his hips in a steady pace, each one even and deep and sending a rush of pleasure to your dripping core.

You only got wetter as you took in the sounds of the room. The sounds of your own kisses and muffled, messy moans mixed with the low, breathy groans of Minghao behind you as he fucked you slowly. His sounds hitting your ears and making you clench around him.

Soonyoung and Wonwoo were both growing louder as well. Soonyoung held onto the edge of the desk, chest flush against the hard wood, now hot under his own burning skin. His moans were messy and broken, coming out as gasps and cries with each one of Wonwoo’s thrusts. His hips pressed back for more all the while.

Wonwoo’s sweet moans were finally sounding how you knew they could. The sound made you dizzy, loud and full and punctuated with curses. Complemented the lewd, wet sounds of cocks filling your holes, moving through your wetness, pounding into Soonyoung’s ass. The air in the room only felt hotter and hotter as the moments ticked by.

“F-Fuck,” another curse fell from your lips between kisses as Minghao started fucking into you a little faster. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through your body and deep in your core the coil was starting to curl in on itself again. Mixed with the sparks of sensation as he played with your nipple roughly.

Seungcheol pulled back, letting you breathe and gasp for air. His own voice came out rough and breathy as he jerked himself off to the sight of you getting fucked.

“You look good like this,” he purred.

“S-So good,” you managed. You heard Minghao’s breathy chuckle from behind you.

“Tell him properly, then,” Seungcheol said.

“It f-feels good,” you moaned, bringing your hips back to Minghao’s and trying to urge him to go faster.

A gasp left your lips as Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing you back against Minghao’s chest and squeezing just a little. A smug smirk hung on his face as he took in your reaction.

“You can do better than that,” he purred.

“Tell me how you feel,” Minghao murmured.

“It f-feels so good,” You stumbled out. “It’s s-so f-f-fucking good. F-Fuck you’re s-so deep. Please. Fuck. P-Please don’t s-stop. I- hnnnn f-f- I n-need this s-s-so bad.”

Minghao’s hips snapped into you harder, making you cry out pitifully. You felt the tremble in your legs, the coil tight in your core and the burning need for touch on your clit, to bring you to your release again. Minghao seemed to be chasing his own high, both hands now on your hips and holding you firmly as he fucked into you and you let your eyes roll back in pleasure.

A bang and a cry of pain called the attention of the three of you, your own eyes snapping open, even if your vision was a little hazy. 

Soonyoung was shaking, gripping onto the table as Wonwoo tried to help him up. His legs had given out and his knees had slammed against the side of the desk.

Seungcheol rushed over quickly to help him up and to sit on the desk. And you only let out a slight whine as Minghao pulled out of you before heading over to check on Soonyoung as well. Soonyoung was no worse for wear, as Seungcheol and Minghao crowded around him he gave them a pout.

“I feel too empty now,” he whined.

“That can be fixed,” You heard Seungcheol say to him as he pushed him gently back to the desk.

You shifted off the chair as Wonwoo came closer, pulled off his condom before rolling on a new one. He came close in front of you, hands landing on your hips.

“Do you need a little something more too?” He asked.

“I could use some more,” you grinned, pulling him to the couch. “I was so close.”

“So was I,” he murmured, sitting sideways on the couch. You climbed over him, straddling his hips and giving him a smile as you lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sinking down onto it.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed. He had to be bigger than you initially thought. His cock had you feeling so wonderfully full. You braced yourself on his shoulders, resting your forehead against his. “You feel so fucking good,” you breathed quietly.

“So do you,” he replied.

Even as Soonyoung started to moan from the desk as Seungcheol thrust into him slow and deep, you stayed still for the moment, enjoying the feeling of your cunt wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock. You let your breath even out, Wonwoo’s hands held your hips and he didn’t urge you to move. You both soaked in the moment, feeling a little as if you were in your own world.

Slowly, with your forehead still resting against Wonwoo’s, you started to grind your hips down. A quiet gasp fell off your lips and Wonwoo chased it with his own, low moan and a squeeze of your hips. The delicious feeling as you slowly moved your hips curled through your core, working you up again.

Wonwoo pressed the tip of his nose against yours as you let your hips move the way they wanted, trying to find the movements that felt the best. You listened to all of Wonwoo’s quiet sounds, now so close to you, some part of your mind wanting to find what he liked best as well.

“Now I’m kind of wondering why we didn’t do this sooner,” he murmured breathily.

“You were the one who wanted nothing to do with my seduction,” you chuckled.

“I’ve seen the light,” he giggled. “I’ve changed my mind. This is good.”

Your words were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from Soonyoung, one that both drew your attention and made you clench around Wonwoo, drawing out a moan of his own. You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Soonyoung. Seungcheol had him on his back on the desk, holding his legs, thighs hugged to his chest. Seungcheol was fucking into him, starting to let ouy moans of his own and Minghao was next to them, kissing Soonyoung’s neck with a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly.

Just watching the sight had yet another rush of arousal rushing through you and you started riding Wonwoo a little faster, grinding down on his cock more quickly and letting small moans fall from your lips as you met his gaze again.

Wonwoo had pulled his head back a little, he shook his hair back slightly and his gaze was heavily lidded as he regarded you. He was drinking you in as you rode him. You felt heat rushing through your body and to the surface of your skin at the expression he held, the look on his face as his eyes trailed down your chest to where you were taking his cock. Something in his gaze could have made you feel shy if you weren’t already so far gone.

Your eyes trailed to his lips, idly thinking about his last kiss while you started to move your hips a little differently, swirling your hips as you searched for just the right movement and feeling. Your own high was coming back into your brain as the coil inside you curled a little more tightly.

As you swirled your hips you felt Wonwoo’s nails dig into your sides as his head fell back.

“Do that again,” he breathed.

A small smirk tugged at your lips as you obliged, repeating the movement a little faster and trying to fall into a rhythm with it.

Wonwoo's mouth fell open in a series of moans that were growing louder and louder. You felt yourself clench hard around him as you took in the sight. His mouth hung open in a pretty round “o.” His hair fell just a little into his face, some of it stuck in the sheen of sweat over his skin. His eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed and face twisting with pleasure. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and shuddered as he started to get closer to his own release.

You let your eyes trail down, taking in his toned chest that you were just now paying attention to. You kept one hand on his shoulder, the other trailed down, scratching lightly over the skin of his chest.

Wonwoo keened into your touch with a moan, trembling just a bit from how close he was. Your own edge was getting closer and closer, the coil curled tight again and you started to move faster, chasing after your own high as well.

Your own eyes fell shut and you took in the sensations of Wonwoo’s cock moving in you. Each of the sounds filling the room, Wonwoo’s lovely, loud moans, Soonyoung’s broken desperate cries, and Seungcheol’s low, rough groans, mixed in with yours and nearly made you dizzy, all of it making you more desperate.

You adjusted your legs before lifting yourself up and starting to fuck yourself on Wonwoo’s cock.

“Shit, don’t stop,” he moaned. “Please don’t stop.” His nails dug into your hips, urging you to keep up the quick pace.

“D-Don’t worry about that,” you managed to chuckle through panting and moans. You were too close again to want to stop. You felt yourself clenching around Wonwoo. Lewd sounds filled the space between you as you sunk down on his cock with your dripping cunt over and over. Wonwoo was breathing fast between his moans, his hips messily rocking and bucking up to meet you, making both of you moan and cry out.

Soonyoung let out a particularly needy, beautiful moan that had you clenching, nearly releasing around Wonwoo. 

You heard him cursed quietly under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and leaned back before bracing his legs and fucking up into you hard.

You let your head fall into his neck as you cried out at the feeling. Your own eyes screwed shut and you dug your nails into his back as you held onto him. His own moans came out unabashed and more desperate as he hips worked, chasing after his high roughly and fucking you dizzy.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan, squeezing you as he came into the condom. He stayed buried deep in you while his hips crashed back to the couch, his body shaking.

You pulled back enough to rest your forehead against his again as he leaned into you. Wonwoo started to catch his breath until you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Wonwoo sat up quickly, looking flustered and you felt heat rust to your face as embarrassment flooded your system, starting to stutter something out before you heard Soonyoung’s cry as he came, cum landing on his lower stomach and legs shaking as he gazed up at Seungcheol and Minghao, the former of which slowly pulled out of him.

You were quick to climb off of Wonwoo’s cock, wobbling your way over to the desk.

“Did you cum yet?” You asked Seungcheol, taking your mind off the awkward moment.

Seungcheol smirked at you. “Not yet. Why don’t you lay back on the desk?”

You did as he said, sparing a glance at Wonwoo who was now resting and catching his breath on the couch. Minghao was sitting into a chair and Soonyoung, who had gotten up, was moving towards him before straddling his lap.

Your attention came back to Seungcheol as he finished putting on a fresh condom and threw your legs up over his shoulders. You bit your lip, grinning up at him and wiggled your hips, eager to cum again and still so close and sensitive. He brought one hand to your hip and the other guided his cock into your heat.

The moan from your lips matched the groan that left his. A slow burn of pleasure ran through you as you stretched out around his cock. He brought his other hand to your hip before leaning down over you a little more, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips and heat in his gaze as he pulled his hips back before rolling into you, nice and deep.

You let out gasps at the feeling, eyelids already heavy and body so sensitive and needy from both Minghao and Wonwoo. You let your thoughts and feelings slip away from you, instead focusing every bit of your energy on the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock thrusting into you, giving you more pleasure with each roll of his hips.

“Don’t close those pretty eyes,” he murmured, bearing down over you. You felt one hand travel up from your hip until he fingers rested against your neck. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze properly and giving him moans in response.

“Good job,” he purred.

You gave him a lopsided smile, eyes drinking in his intense gaze and it only added to the fire inside of you. His low groans, Soonyoung and Minghao’s pretty moans from the chair. And Wonwoo’s breath, still slowing after his release. 

Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat gently and you whined pitifully for him. But it turned into a loud, broken moan as he pulled his hips back and slammed into you roughly, sending a shock of pleasure through you.

“Do you like that?” He teased, though clearly breathy and getting close himself.

“Fuck y-yes,” you stuttered. “P-Please~”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he grinned before pulling back and doing it again.

His thrusts came harder and soon faster as well. From the slow roll of his hips he was now properly fucking you. You reached out for anything, your hands finding the arm leading to the hand around your throat and you grabbed onto it, trying to keep your eyes locked on his.

Every one of your senses was alight. The sounds and smells around you were utterly dizzying and nearly overwhelming. You felt your thighs trembling as you gazed up at Seungcheol, unable to form anything other than a string of moans as the oh so close coil in your core curled tightly, so close to coming undone.

You tried to reach one of your own hands down between your legs but Seungcheol was faster. He pulled his hand from your neck and pressed his palm against your lower stomach before his thumb started to rub over your clit quickly and roughly.

“F-F-F” you couldn’t even manage one word at the sensation. Your legs started to squeeze together but it only made the feeling more intense. Your nails scratched against the desk and your back arched off the wood, now hot from the skin of your back. Seungcheol chased his high with quick, rough thrusts, rubbing your clit as fast as he could.

Finally your hips bucked up, only kept close enough for him to keep fucking you from his strength as you came hard on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and fingers tried to dug uselessly into the hard wood as spots dotted your vision and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you. The cry that came from your lips was louder than anything else in the small cabin, nearly a scream as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Even as you came down he didn’t stop. His hand came back to your hip, spurred on by the feeling of your release and you let out broken moans, only barely noticing Minghao doing the same as he came. Whimpers left your lips at the feeling, almost overwhelming you but also feeling so good in your post orgasm haze.

You let out a series of messy moans, feeling drool slipping from the corner of your mouth and eyes unable to open as his hips slammed into you roughly. You were slightly more aware of Soonyoung’s muffled cry into Minghao’s neck as he came for a third time. But your attention came quickly back to Seungcheol as he let out a low growl that even in your state had you clenching around him.

Seungcheol’s hips stuttered to a stop inside you as he spilled his release into the condom. His chest heaved as he panted and there was a slight tremor in his legs as a series of groans fell off his lips until he quieted.

Seungcheol pulled out of you carefully before dropping back into the other chair, catching his breath. Wonwoo stepped next to the desk and gently helped you up to sitting. His hand landed on your back, rubbing it in what you were sure was an absentminded gesture. You leaned against him for support, noticing he had found his boxers and thrown them back on. You gazed around to Soonyoung who was resting against Minghao’s chest, still shaking slightly.

“So,” his voice was clearly tired and yet still mischievous. “When is round 2?”

“Never,” said Seungcheol, even though still breathless he gave Soonyoung a pointed look. “And if any of you tell anyone I’ll fire you.”

“Why are you looking at me?” He whined.

“You’re the gossip,” Minghao chuckled.

“You’re the only one who would blab.” you added.

“You too,” Seungcheol said to you.

“Hey, I’ve kept some secrets. You guys don’t know everything.”

Seungcheol fully relaxed back into his chair. “Good. Soonyoung, since I’m sure this was your idea you get to clean my office tomorrow.”

“I- yeah okay,” he mumbled.

“And if any of you break into my office again and start having sex I will be firing you. Understood?”

A chorus of “yeps” and “yes sirs” rang out around the room.

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It wasn’t entirely unusual for Kara to visit Lena at work.

What was unusual, however, was Supergirl barreling headfirst through a plate glass window into the conference room while Lena was personally welcoming the newest group of L-Corp interns.

Lena stood at the front of the conference room, heart thundering in her chest, as Kara rolled around on the floor for a long moment before standing and whipping her cape over her head.

“Whoopsie-daisy!” Supergirl exclaimed in a sing-song voice not entirely appropriate for the amount of destruction she had just caused. She looked around the room with wide eyes before her gaze landed on her wife. “Lena!”

“K— Supergirl,” Lena huffed as the Kryptonian hugged her, squeezing just a bit too tightly for Lena’s human rib cage. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy,” Kara replied. “You smell nice.”

“Supergirl,” Lena muttered as Kara inhaled deeply into Lena’s hair. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kara said innocently. “Ooo, what’s that?”

Lena looked up and realized that she had squeezed the laser pointer in her hand, and the small red dot was moving across the screen behind her. Kara released her from her hug and backed up, sticking her tongue out and furrowing her brow in concentration before launching herself at the wall. Lena’s wrist flicked in surprise, sending the little red dot across the wall and onto the ceiling. Kara, unrestrained by the laws of gravity, took off after the dot, and in doing so sent the projector screen to the floor with a loud crash.

“Miss Luthor?”

Lena looked away from the chaotic Kryptonian as her assistant poked her head into the room. “Jess, I’m not sure now is the time…”

“Agent Danvers is on Line One,” Jess told her, but she was watching as Kara chased the laser pointer into a corner, knocking over a potted plant in the process.

“Right,” Lena replied. She looked back at the dozen interns currently watching National City’s heroine pouncing on a red dot. “Okay, I think everyone should head to lunch a bit early. Orientation will resume at one thirty with your department heads.”

The young scientists didn’t even grumble as they shuffled out of the room.

“Here, keep her occupied,” Lena instructed, handing over the laser pointer to Jess as she stepped into the lobby to take the phone call. “Alex?”

“Heeeeey, Lena,” Alex answered, raising Lena’s suspicions. “I don’t want to alarm you, but, um, have you seen…?”

“Have I seen my wife? Yes, she crashed through the window into my conference room about three minutes ago, and now Jess is… entertaining her,” Lena replied, peering into the next room. In fact, Jess might’ve been having a bit too much fun leading Kara around the room using the laser pointer. Lena sighed and focused her attention back to the phone call.

“Oh, good, good,” Alex replied. “Does she seem a little… off?”

“If by off you mean high as a kite, then yes, I’d say she’s a little off,” Lena told her. “Care to explain?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line and Lena could practically hear Alex trying to formulate her response. “Well, the team got a call from the NC Botanical Gardens about this plant that somebody donated that they couldn’t identify and it turned out to be alien and while they were inspecting it, the plant shot some kind of pollen in their faces.”

“Some kind of pollen?” Lena interrupted. “Is it dangerous?”

“I don’t think so,” Alex replied. “It affected them all differently. J’onn passed out immediately— he’s fine, he’s sleeping it off in the infirmary. Brainy is acting like he’s had fifteen shots of espresso— he’s currently reprogramming the Roomba for combat. It didn’t affect Nia at all, probably because she’s half human. Kara flew off before I could really get an idea of how it was affecting her, but you say she’s… high? How so?”

Lena looked back into the other room to see that Kara was lying on her back beneath the broken potted palm, slapping playfully at the fronds and giggling. She really only had one comparison she could make.

When she was seven years old, Lionel had brought home a kitten as a pet. A little black and white fluff ball with a flat face, Lena had named her Duchess. Lena had doted on the cat until Lillian sent her away to boarding school, and she wasn’t entirely sure what became of it after that. One distinct memory of the cat came to mind now. She had given Duchess a catnip-stuffed toy, and the normally refined feline had spent hours rolling around on the toy, carrying it from room to room, pupils dilated, completely relaxed, stoned out of her mind.

That was exactly what Kara looked like now.

“Are you telling me my sister is—“

“Basically a human-shaped cat at the moment? Mmhmm,” Lena confirmed.

Alex let out a long-suffering sigh on the other end of the phone. “Okay, we need to get her someplace safe where she can’t do any damage until the chemicals get out of her system.”

“If I can get her home, I can turn on the red sun lamps in the bedroom,” Lena replied.

“Every time I try to forget that you had those installed, you just have to remind me,” Alex grumbled. “But yeah, good idea. Take her home, make her shower to get any excess pollen off, and then just lock her in the bedroom until it wears off.”

“Okay, I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.”

Lena made her way back to the conference room where Kara was hiding behind the edge of the table, eyeing the laser pointer on the wall yet again, and Jess was smiling gleefully as she slowly moved the light in circles around on the wall.

“Okay, I hate to break up the fun, but hand over the laser pointer,” Lena said, holding her hand out expectantly.

“Awwwww,” Jess groused.

“Jessica,” Lena warned.

Jess sighed and gave her the device. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Lena told her. “I’m gonna need you to—“

“Cancel your meetings for the rest of the day and have facilities come clean up this mess and replace the window?” Jess supplied. “On it, boss.”

“Now I remember why I hired you,” Lena said with a grin. “Come on, Kara, darling, we’re going home.”

“But—“ Kara began to argue, only to stop when Lena aimed the laser pointer at the door.

Lena managed to get the pouncing Kryptonian into the elevator, downstairs, and through the lobby with minimal incident and only one bent elevator panel of destruction. What Lena hadn’t realized, however, was that once they were outside, the bright midday sunlight made the laser pointer’s dot near-impossible to see, even for Kryptonian eyes. The city itself, however, offered plenty of things to distract Kara away from the town car on the curb.

“Ooo, look, Lena!” Kara exclaimed. “Kebabs!”

Lena grabbed Kara’s cape in an attempt to stop her, but that only resulted in her being dragged across the sidewalk towards a falafel stand. Once they were at the front of the line, Lena bought several servings of kebabs and grabbed them all up before Kara could get hold of them.

“Nuh-uh,” Lena chastised. “You only get kebabs if you get in the car. Deal?”

Kara pouted, but she reluctantly cooperated. Once they were in the car, Lena instructed George to take them to her penthouse. When they reached the apartment building, however, there was an ice cream truck serendipitously stationed on the corner, and Kara pointedly refused to enter the building without getting ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but scowl as she paid for a heaping cone of Kara’s favorite chocolate swirl. Her dour mood couldn’t last, however, with Kara happily lapping at her ice cream cone as the elevator made its way to the top floor.

Once inside their apartment, it wasn’t difficult to get Kara into the bedroom, and once she was there Lena immediately hit the button that switched on the red sun lamps and locked down all of the windows and doors. The room was awash in a coppery glow, and Kara immediately sank down on the foot of the bed.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed woozily.

“You okay?” Lena asked, immediately concerned.

“Yeah, just really sleepy all of a sudden,” Kara replied, and then she yawned in further confirmation. She stretched her arms high over her head, the remainder of her ice cream cone tipping precariously.

“Easy there,” Lena warned, pulling the offending dessert back down to face-level. “Why don’t you finish that up while I get the shower going, and then after that you can take a nap. Sound good?”

“Will you nap with me?” Kara asked pitifully

“Of course,” Lena replied. After the last half hour, she certainly felt like she needed a nap herself.

Kara finished the ice cream quickly, as Lena collected towels and pajamas. She managed to get Kara out of her super suit and into the shower without using the laser pointer or bribing her with food. For a moment Lena felt quite successful— until Kara reached out and yanked Lena, fully clothed, under the spray.

“Kara!” Lena sputtered.

Kara just giggled, eyes fixated south of Lena’s face as her white blouse became more and more transparent. “Hehe… tiddies.”

Lena put her fingers underneath Kara’s chin and pushed her face up until she met her gaze. “Eyes up here, Danvers.”

By the time she got Kara out of the shower her wife was practically falling asleep standing up. Lena managed to get Kara’s blonde hair mostly dried and forced her into a t-shirt and pajama shorts before she staggered to the bed.

“Just gonna close my eyes for a bit,” Kara murmured as she cuddled into a pillow.

“You do that, darling,” Lena chuckled. Then she made her way back to the bathroom. She cleaned up the puddles of water, dried her hair, and put on her own pajamas before returning to the bedroom.

She blinked at the sight that greeted her. In the ten minutes she had taken in the bathroom, Kara had raided their closet for all of the pillows, blankets, and extra comforters, and had used those to construct a round fort on their king-size bed.

“Kara?” Lena called hesitantly, and a blonde head appeared over the top of the nest.

“Lena!” Kara exclaimed, reaching toward her with grabby hands.

Lena went willingly, climbing carefully over the blankets and into the red-tinted pillow fort Kara had created. Once she was inside, Kara tucked a blanket over her and then curled into her body, resting practically on top of her as her head found Lena’s chest for a pillow.

“Mmm, this okay?” Kara asked.

Lena sighed, moving a bit until her body fit even better against Kara’s. “This is good.”

“Yeah,” Kara sighed. “You’re so soft. Love you.”

Lena stroked her hair and let out a sigh of her own. “Love you, too.”

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sing me to sleep ~ corpse husband

word count: 1051

request?: yes!

“Hi it looks like requests are open. Can I request a cute corpse husband imagines where maybe the reader has a nightmare and wakes up and corspe is streaming and the reader doesn't want to bother him but can't go back to sleep. Maybe when he's done streaming he comforts the reader and maybe sings them to sleep. I really wanna read something of him singing to the reader. Pleaseeee”

description: in which she can’t get back to sleep after a nightmare, so her  boyfriend helps her

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You woke from your nightmare with a yelp and immediately covered your mouth. Luckily, you were alone in bed as Corpse was still streaming so you didn’t wake him.

You tried to just roll over and go back to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes you saw the images from your nightmare again. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but whenever you checked the time it had only been 10 minutes since the last time.

You looked at your phone long and hard, debating on texting Corpse to ask him to come to bed, but you knew you’d feel bad if you did that. He was probably mid-game, having a great time with his friends. You couldn’t take him away from that. But you did want nothing more than to feel Corpse’s arms around you and helping to lull you back to sleep.

Eventually, you heard the door to his YouTube room open and close, and his footsteps silently creeping down the hall to your shared room. He was trying to stay silent as he got ready for bed, so you spoke up, “I’m awake.”

“Fuck,” Corpse hissed. You giggled at his startled reaction. “Why are you awake, babe? Didn’t you say you were going to bed when I started streaming?”

“I had a nightmare and haven’t been able to get back to sleep,” you responded.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come and kept you company at least.”

“You were streaming! I didn’t want to bother you if you were having fun with your friends.”

You felt the bed dip next to you in the dark, followed by the warmth of Corpse’s arms wrapping around you. You settled into his embrace, taking in all the familiar things that you loved so much about him.

“You still could’ve come told me, or texted me or something,” he said.

“I debated it,” you said. “But you were having a good time playing with your friends. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Are you kidding? They’d probably prefer for you to be there. They all love you. Rae has been asking when you’ll play with us next every time I’m talking to them.”

You smiled into the darkness at this. You loved Corpse’s online friends .They were so welcoming of both you and Corpse into their group, and they had been fantastic friends to the both of you. You felt closer to them than you had with anyone in real life.

Neither one of you spoke for some time. You buried your head into Corpse’s chest, the soft material of his shirt brushing against your face. Usually, you liked the silence, but at that moment it felt deafening. Your eyes were growing so heavy that you were struggling to stay awake, but at the same time you just couldn’t sleep. Even with Corpse next to you now, it felt like an impossible task that you’d never be able to do.

You groaned in frustration. Corpse’s body shook as he chuckled. “Still can’t sleep?”

“I’m so tired,” you groaned, the words muffled in Corpse’s shirt. “But I can’t sleep. It’s not even the nightmare now, my body just won’t shut down long enough for me to sleep!” You lifted your head from his chest to add, “Maybe I’m destined to stay awake forever now.”

Corpse chuckled again and found your lips with ease, giving you a quick peck. You smiled to yourself again.

“Want me to talk to you to help you sleep?” he asked. “You did always say listening to my horror story videos helped you to sleep before we started dating.”

“I don’t want to hear a horror story, I definitely won’t sleep then,” you mumbled. An idea popped into your head and you smirked to yourself. “What if you sang to me?”

“(Y/N), no.”

You sat up on the bed, pulling out of Corpse’s arms to do so. You turned on the lamp next to his bed so he could finally see your face.

“Come on? Please? You know how much I love your singing.”

“And you know how much I hate my singing.”

Corpse was stuck on the idea that his actual singing voice was the worst sound in the world. Despite the fact that the music he was already making was partially him singing, he kept denying it. He was sure that he absolutely could not sing, and often refused to do it even when it was just the two of you.

There were rare occasions that you managed to get him to sing, though. Usually when you were upset or sick, he liked to take you in his arms and sing your favorite song to you. It was like a magic spell that would instantly make you feel better when you heard it.

“Please?” you begged, drawing out the “e” in the word and even pouting like a child at him. “Just until I fall asleep. If it doesn’t work within the first verse and chorus, you can stop. If I fall asleep right away, you won’t even have to sing long anyways!”

“It might not work.”

“But it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Corpse sighed and looked up at your pouty face. He finally smiled and opened his arms to you again. “Fine, come here.”

You quickly turned off the light and basically dove into his arms again. He held you tightly as he began to hum first, a soothing sound that you loved to hear. When he started to sing, your heart fluttered. Despite what Corpse thought of his own voice, it was your absolute favorite sound.

Of course, the magic song worked yet again, as within almost seconds you were drifting off to sleep. Corpse felt your body beginning to slump in his arms, and your head lull against his chest. Your breathing started to get heavier, and finally, you were sound asleep.

Corpse smiled to himself. Although he couldn’t see you in the dark, he could imagine how cute you looked while you were asleep in his arms. He gently kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you, as he settled himself down to sleep as well.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.

“I love you, too,” came a response so quiet it was almost inaudible.

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[thatshithurted8]

Introverted

Summary: JJ falls in love with the introverted Kook Pope tutors

Part two can be found here

Word Count: 2.2k

JJ Maybank wasn’t the type of person to believe in ‘love at first sight’ hell, with the way his dad treats him he doesn’t even know if he believes in love. However,JJ was left second guessing after seeing you for the first time. 

“Why can’t I just stay here when you tutor. I’ll be quiet.” The blond says to Pope as the two sat at a table in The Wreck while waiting for the Kook Pope is tutoring. 

“Cause JJ it’s you.” Pope snaps back at his friend, knowing his antics of being distracting. 

JJ rolls his eyes, “Come on man Kie is waiting tables and John B is on a date with Sarah.” 

“Go to John B’s and watch tv or have a shower or eat or even wank one out.” 

JJ crosses his arms annoyed and leans back in his chair causing it to scrape against the ground. Just as JJ was about to get up and leave his eyes land on you walking through the doors of The Wreck.

Despite Outer Banks being a small town where everyone knew everyone he has never seen you before. The blond sucks in a breath of air as he watches you look around the small restaurant and start to walk over to him and Pope. JJ could swear that there was a golden glow surrounding you as you walked. 

“Hi Pope.” You say timidly with a closed mouth smile before sitting down across from the boys and putting your bag on the chair beside you. JJ feels his heart increase just with how close you were to him and he didn’t know why. 

JJ sits back up and leans over to his friend, “Yea I’m definitely staying now.” 

After the first time JJ met you he made sure to go to every study session Pope had with you, claiming that he wanted to learn too. Pope and the rest of the Pogues knew this was a lie. It was JJ after all he didn’t care to learn and he definitely didn’t care about his grades. 

Even though the Maybank boy claimed to be listening he would discreetly admire you. JJ was so used to hook ups and one night stands that he was genuinely confused as to why he wanted to be in your presence. You were extremely shy so you didn’t talk much, but JJ made it his goal to make you laugh every chance he got during the sessions. God he loved your laugh. He also liked the way you would place the end of your pen between your lips while you focused or how your eyebrows would furrow when you were confused. 

It was only after a few study sessions when the group of Pogues started to make fun of JJ and his crush on you. JJ didn’t think much of his friends taunts, but before he fell asleep at night his mind couldn’t help, but drift back to you. As his mind would drift he JJ realized that he did like you, but his feelings towards you were stronger. The blond has had his fair amount of crushes, but none of them ever felt like this. Thinking back to the day he first met you JJ recalled how he felt when he first saw you, it was like Cupid shot him in the heart and then punched him in the face for extra measures. As JJ fell asleep he had a smile on his face, finally accepting the fact that he loves you. 

- 

“Thanks for the ride.” You say to JJ while getting into John B’s van and buckling up. 

“The pleasure is all mine sweetheart.” JJ says winking at you and pulling out of your driveway in figure eight. You blush at the nickname he gave you, but you turn to look out the window in attempt for the boy not to see what he was doing to you. 

Due to your shyness, most of the car ride to John B’s was quite quiet and JJ didn’t mind at all. He actually liked the silence when it came to you. Don’t get him wrong he loved talking to you every chance he got, but when it was silent with you it was comfortable, not awkward at all. With you he felt at peace, like the world stopped spinning and everything was quiet. Peace is what JJ desperately needed considering the mental turmoil his father puts him through. 

“You know.” JJ says tapping the steering wheel. You look over at him and secretly admire his features. God he was so beautiful. 

“I don’t get why you have Pope tutor you, you could probably tutor me better than Pope, hell you could probably even tutor him.” 

You blush at the compliment, “My parents are the type that think anything less than an A is bad. One time they made my brother sleep on the couch in the guest house because he got a B+.” 

JJ chuckles and glances at you, “How’s that a punishment? He still has a roof over his head.” He says rolling his eyes at the privilege Kooks had. You bite your lip instantly feeling bad, knowing that JJ has slept at John B’s for the past two months because he was too scared to go home. 

The blond notices you shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you two pull up to the Chateau. “You okay?” He asks, parking and turning the engine off. 

“Yea, I uh just didn’t mean to bring up....”

JJ looks at you expectantly and amused as you struggle to find the right words. “Bring up your privilege?” 

Your face goes red and you look down at your hands in your lap. Not knowing what to say you simply nod your head. JJ lets out a laugh and grabs your hand in a comforting manner, “Don’t worry Y/N. When I go full Kook one day I’m gonna flaunt my wealth the way Kim K shows off her ass.” 

You laugh at what JJ said and couldn’t help, but feel relieved that he wasn’t upset about you bringing up how different you guys’ lives are. It was refreshing that the Pogues never got offended. You could breathe around a Kook wrong and it would be world war 3. You two get out of the van and walk into the Chateau. JJ goes to the fridge and grabs a beer while you walk over to the table where Pope is situated waiting for you. 

JJ opens the microwave and puts inside a popcorn bag. He jumps and sits on the counter while waiting for his snack to cook. The Maybank boy couldn’t help, but to admire you and how engrossed you were into the school work. God you were so beautiful. 

“Earth to JJ.” Pope says turned around in his chair while waving his hand in front of JJ’s face which breaks the boy out of his trance. 

“Your popcorn is ready.” Pope says pointing towards the microwave after it beeped for the third time. 

“Oh uh yea.” JJ says, reaching over to open the microwave. He grabs the bag, but instantly bounces it between his hands before the hot bag lands on his crotch. “Ah fuck that’s hot!” He yells jumping off of the counter. You giggle at JJ’s actions which causes his heart rate to increase. 

-

Two hours go by and you still sat at the kitchen table studying with Pope. JJ made you two three dinner and it was starting to get dark. 

“Thanks for the help.” Kiara groans sarcastically as her and John B set a keg down on the floor in the middle of the Chateau. 

JJ remains sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich, “No problem Kie.” 

John B walks over to you and Pope and closes the textbooks you guys were using. You look up at the brunette confused. “Okay you guys have been studying far too long, the party is about to start.” 

“You’re staying for it right Y/N?” Kie asks. 

You gulp when everyone turns their attention to you. Being the center of attention was something you despised. “I’m not allowed to go to parties.” You say quietly, while checking your phone to see the time. 

“Aw then we can take your party virginity.” JJ says standing up and walking over to you. 

“I’m supposed to be home for 9.” You say. 

JJ stands behind you and wraps his arms around you, his head right beside yours, “Tell your parents that you guys are studying longer.” 

“Yea do that.” Pope agrees, finishing cleaning up his work.

You chew on your cheek debating on what to do as the Pogues stare at you. You wanted to spend time with JJ and the rest of the gang, but your parents were extremely strict. 

You sigh and smile at your group of friends, “Fine.” 

- 

JJ was in the middle of a conversation with a Touron when you walk back outside of the Chateau, after using the washroom. The black haired girl that was getting close to the blond, scoffs and walks away once she realizes what he was looking at. 

You looked so beautiful standing on the porch steps looking through the crowd of people for a familiar face while the moon and porch lights illuminated your figure. The lighting made you look angelic and JJ starts to feel his heart beat increase. JJ couldn’t help, but notice how out of place you looked partying with a bunch of Pogues and Tourons. Every girl attending the party was wearing short shorts and a bikini top while you wore the sun dress that you’ve been wearing all day. 

The blond watches you bite your lip as you continued to scan the crowd. Your eyes suddenly land on his and he swears he could feel the butterflies in his stomach erupt. JJ moves through the drunk teenagers and walks up the porch steps to stand beside you. 

“You okay?” He asks for the second time today.

You nod your head, but let out a yawn, “Yea, just tired.” You say, feeling drained for socially so much today. 

“Do you want to lay down?”

You simply shake your head yes, being too tired to speak. With your answer the two of you walk back into the Chateau and JJ leads you to Big Johns room, which is now his. 

The Maybank boy shuts the blinds and pulls out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers for you to wear. “Do you need anything else?” 

“Could I have a glass of water?” 

“Yea, get changed and I’ll be right back.” JJ says sending you a wink before leaving the room and shutting the door. You quickly get changed and make sure to text your mom, telling her that you were sleeping over at Kiara’s. You felt bad for lying, but you have never felt closer to JJ than tonight. 

A light knock is heard from the bedroom door, “Come in.”

With that being said JJ walks in with a glass of water. Since the room was dark other than the one lamp you couldn’t see the blush that was prominent on JJ’s face. Something about seeing you in his clothes he liked. He liked a lot.  “Here you go.” He says, yawning himself. 

“Thank you.” You say taking it and having a sip. “Are you tired?”

“Yea, but I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

You drink another mouthful of water and furrow your eyebrows, “You aren’t going to sleep with people coming in and out. Just sleep in here with me.” You say after swallowing the water. You couldn’t believe that you suggested that, but you were glad that you did. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes JJ.” You say with a smile while placing the glass on the night stand and getting into the bed. You didn’t need to tell JJ twice because he started to undress down to his boxers basically right away. 

You were glad that the room was quite dark so he wouldn’t see your blush after seeing him basically naked. You swore that he was part Greek God. JJ locks the door in case any drunk couples try to fuck. He then walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs in, making sure to turn off of the light before lying down. 

His breath starts to hitch as he gets comfortable under the covers. Once JJ is finally settled he notices you shivering. “Are you cold?” 

“Yea.” You say quietly while wrapping the covers around your body. 

“Here.” JJ says moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your heart skips a beat, but you snuggle up to the Maybank boy, intertwining your hands.

JJ has thought about and dreamed about this moment so many times before that he couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. His thumb that was in your hand starts to rub your soft skin and your breathing begins to become labored as you fall asleep. JJ remains awake, trying to savor the moment. Even with the loud music and yelling coming from outside JJ felt at peace. 

He starts to fall asleep himself, content with the position you two were in. This is what love is supposed to feel like.

-

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[therenlover]

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs Chapter 3 Part 2 + Epilogue (A Helmut Zemo x Reader Fanfiction)

(Thank you to everyone who has joined me on this unexpected journey. If you’d like to start from the beginning, you can find Chapter One HERE)

Synopsis: At the end of the day, Helmut and his wife fall back together as they always do, and rediscover their intimacy in the wake of their past arguments with no more games left to play. 

Tags: Smut, Fingering, Kisses, Neck Kisses, Married Sex, Soft Sex, The Morning After, Fluff, Banter, Excessive References To Old Literature, Wuthering Heights

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit Smut, Swearing, Mentions of Alcoholism/Alcohol Withdrawals

Word Count: 10,500~

This work has been crossposted to my AO3!

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The two of you stayed there for a moment, your heart alight with an almost childlike wonder as you relished in the pure bliss of your husband’s hand holding your own. It was as familiar as your own name and yet so new, so different than it had been before. Had he ever held your hand this tenderly? Or looked at you with such adoration? You couldn’t say for certain. Definitely not while you were so distracted by the romance of it all.

Still, all good things must come to an end, and after what could have been an eternity or a moment Helmut pressed one more kiss to your hand before lowering it back to the bed.

“Your trembling has stopped,” he muttered, more to himself than you, “that’s good. Are you still in pain? You could still take one more naproxen if you think it would be helpful,”

You shook your head. “No thank you. I think I’ll be fine for now,” Slowly, you stretched up, your joints cracking loudly as you yawned. Across the room, the clock on the wall ticked silently past 8 o’clock. Could it really be that late?

Helmut seemed amused by your little movements and mental musings. With a sweet smile, he leaned back in his chair. “Tired already?” He teased, but there was no fire in it. You didn’t have anything in you to make a funny quip with, so you opted for simply giving an honest nod. That was enough for him. He dimmed the bedside lamp a bit and picked up his novel once again before he spoke. “You can rest now, Schatz. I’ll be here if you need me,”

Then, nonchalant as can be, he opened up his book and started reading again.

It was a bit… strange, the idea of falling asleep while being watched, even if it was just by your husband. You settled into the sheets, but the thought of it irked you enough that you had to roll onto your side in the hopes that once he was out of sight you’d forget about him being there. It didn’t work. Then, you rolled onto your back thinking if you just closed your eyes, sleep would come eventually. That didn’t work either. You were quickly sat face to face with a conundrum: You couldn’t sleep.

Not in your current situation at least.

As if he could sense your discomfort, Helmut peered to you from above the pages of his book. “Are you reconsidering my offer for pain medication?” He asked.

You groaned. “No, I just can’t sleep. It’s weird being watched,”

Helmut watched over you with kind eyes. He didn’t set down his book as he watched you toss and turn until you finally rolled onto your side to face him, but he did tilt his head slightly as he studied your face. Once he was sure you weren’t in any pain, he gave a curt nod. There was something almost awkward and adolescent about the expression that crossed his face as he spoke.

“Are you… I’m sorry, would you rather I leave?”

The thought of being alone, even if it meant not being watched, made your stomach drop. You had spent so long wanting to fall asleep with Helmut at your side once again. To have him leave now, after everything you’d worked through? It felt like a massive step backward in comparison to all of the progress you’d made. That being said, him sitting at the edge of your bed like some sort of visitor at a hospital bed wasn’t what you wanted either.

No, you wanted him closer.

Needed him closer.

The only problem was that you had absolutely no idea of how to ask for what you wanted. It had always been so simple before. Ever since you had broken him out of the raft you had fallen into bed together exhausted every night with very few exceptions. There was no asking about it, you just did because that was what a married couple would do. That wasn’t even mentioning the nights you’d fall together after the throes of passion onto the nearest soft surface, fully satisfied and boneless and exhausted, but you didn’t want to think about those times. They brought a flush to your face and other places long neglected. You pushed the feeling down. It wouldn’t get you anywhere to be thinking of things like that in your current situation.

Back to the problem at hand, you started to think about if there was a possible, non-awkward way to ask Helmut to lay with you.

After a minute you became acutely aware that there wasn’t.

He was still waiting for an answer though, dark eyes watching you with an intent care and fascination as you struggled to sort through your thoughts, ever patient and careful with you. From your position on your side you had to tilt your head up slightly to see him fully upright in the lamplight but it didn’t matter much. He was still stunning, even sideways. Slowly, you took a deep breath. “I want you to stay, it’s just a little weird to have you watching over me like that,”

The words were soft and delicate in the moonlight. Helmut, thankfully, took them at face value and nothing more. He was still wearing that same strange expression from before, awkward but not painfully so, as his eyes flitted around the dark room. “You… last night and the night before you woke up a lot, inconsolable and vomiting. I didn’t want you to choke or make too much of a mess, so it was easier to sit up and watch you, just in case,”

“Oh,” Your soft lips parted as your heart fluttered, “I’m sorry, I guess? And thank you? I don’t know quite what the right response to that is,”

“There’s no need to apologize, it’s nothing, and I don’t need thanks either. I’m not doing anything any other decent husband wouldn’t do,”

“Well, you’re only halfway decent, so I’d consider this a win,”

Helmut laughed then, something low and throaty that made your chest feel fuzzy and heavy with warmth. “Touché, Schatzi. Now try to sleep? You need your rest,”

You obliged him once again, letting your head hit the pillow. Your eyes remained open, though, as you admired his features in the darkness. He hadn’t shaved properly in a few days and it was obvious from the dark stubble forming on his cheeks and chin, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you found it incredibly endearing. His turtleneck looked thick and soft as it hugged every plane of his soft chest.  Even his face, furrowed in slight concentration as he found his sentence once again and began to read, looked sweet in the lamplight, framed by unkempt locks of his chestnut hair that had fallen out of their usually precariously kempt style. He looked like an angel there, illuminated from the side while his eyes flitted back and forth down the page.

Part of you yearned to reach out and touch him, because at that moment he seemed far too beautiful and idealized to be real.

After a moment, though, his eyes met yours again. You spoke before he had a chance to offer pain medication a third time.

“What are you reading?”

He regarded you with a practiced gentleness. This was a game all its own that you were both intimately familiar with, and it was much more fun than the ones you usually found yourselves playing. Helmut loved his books, but he never read one without reason. You were curious to see what he found appropriate for the occasion.

“Wuthering Heights,”

A small grin spread across your face as heat rushed to your cheeks. “Really? How morbid,”

“If you think this is morbid, you should have seen me last night,” he chuckled, “I was still neck-deep in Anna Karenina until the early hours of the morning. It did nothing for my nerves,” Somehow, his accent seemed thicker as he rolled the title gently on his tongue. If you closed your eyes, you could see the scene in your mind; Helmut watching you intently in the darkness as you shook, his eyes flitting back nervously to the words on the page before darting back to you again as he read of love and infidelity and death… it was almost too much to bear in the best of ways.

“What will you read next?”

Helmut paused, but his decision came quick. “Pride and Prejudice, I think,”

“How fitting,” you hummed, “I like Pride and Prejudice,”

“As do I, Schatz. As do I,”

The two of you sat with that silently for a moment as you took in a deep breath of cool nighttime air. Outside, you could hear the soft sound of distant passing cars in the darkness, but that did little to soothe the thoughts now racing through your head and making your heart beat faster. Suddenly, and without deliberation, you acted with your heart alone and not your mind.

“Helmut?” you called softly into the darkness.

He lifted his eyes from his book without a hint of annoyance at your repeated interruptions. “Yes?”

Suddenly, your throat felt very tight. “Do you remember the last night we spent in Berlin?”

“Of course I do,” he hummed, but he offered you nothing more to work with. Trembling slightly from the effort, you tried again.

“You read to me that night and it helped with the nightmares. Do you think…” your voice petered off, but came back stronger when you steadied yourself again, grounding yourself in the warmth of Helmut’s eyes, “do you think you could read to me again?”

The smile he offered you was brilliant and kind.

“I would like nothing more,”

With a bit of adjusting, Helmut scooted to the front of his chair so that his knees brushed the edge of the bed. You stared spellbound up at him. If you reached out, just the smallest bit,  you would be able to rest a hand on the warmth of his leg and relish in the feeling of his soft dress pants. Still, it wouldn’t be enough. You needed to be even closer, surrounded by him, entirely engulfed by the warmth and strength and scent of him.

“Do you believe such people are happy in the other world sir?” Helmut began, reading aloud in a voice reserved for you and you alone in these incredibly rare moments, “I’d give great deal to-”

“No,”

Helmut looked up from the novel with a soft ‘hm’ of confusion.

“I-'' you stuttered, “I want you to lay with me while you read, like you did back then,” His eyes lit up and his cheeks flushed as you floundered for some sort of excuse or placation that would explain your sudden boldness. “You don’t have to! I just… I thought it might be nice. If it’s not, that’s more than okay, I didn't mean to upset you. I guess what I’m trying to-”

“Shhh, Schatz. You’re okay,”

At the sound of Helmut’s soft reassurance, your heart slowed down a bit from its jackhammer rhythm against your chest. What? He was… agreeing? Slowly, he stood from his chair and rounded the bed before sitting on the opposite edge. You had to roll over to watch him go, but when he finally sat you reached a hand out to him, which he took into his own without a hint of hesitation.

“It’s not good to work yourself up like this,” he cooed as he toed off his shoes and socks, moving them away with his free hand. “I’m still your husband, just as you are still my wife. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be held,” Your cheeks burned with shame, but somehow you didn’t feel like he was chiding you. He slipped below the sheets then, resting his back on the headboard and beckoning you forward to rest on him. You were scrambling towards his warmth before he had to say another word.

Then, you were finally safe.

There, with your cheek pressed flush against his chest and your arms wrapped tight around his middle, you breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed for the first time in… well, since you could remember really. He chuckled, but you didn’t notice. No, you were far too busy enjoying your newfound warmth. Your limbs were trembling a bit again, but not from your withdrawals. Instead, you seemed to have so much love running through your veins that you just couldn’t manage to keep still. Slowly, you swung your bare leg over Helmut’s clothed one before interlocking them to ensure your closeness.

Helmut smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he smoothed down your hair with one hand and re-opened his book with the other. “Now where were we? Ah, yes. Here we are. Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir? I’d give a great deal to know,”

You tuned out his words quickly, instead opting to focus on the timbre and lilt of his tone as he made his way down the page. There was a lightness to it, an honesty that came with reading words that came from another’s mind and not his own. There was no room for bartering when he read, no way to twist the sentiments of the author into his own narrative. Instead, he spoke plainly and often from the heart. You liked to think that was why he spent so much time choosing the books he read. They were, for him, a beacon of clean, clear-cut honesty to cling to even as his brain fought to deceive himself and everyone around him.

As he continued, though, you did notice something strange.

Your husband, especially when focused on a task like reading, wasn’t one to let his mind wander. If he wanted to do something he would simply do it without hesitation. Needless to say, it was also very difficult to distract him once he got fully invested in something. That being said, as he turned the page and continued to speak, his voice seemed to be losing its focused intensity by the second. He also was squirming. Well, no, squirming wasn’t quite the word for it, but he couldn’t seem to get comfortable below you. It was clearly not the weight of your body that bothered him though, nor was it the temperature of the room. Only when you shifted your leg up slightly and heard his breath hitch roughly in his throat did you notice the growing hardness in his pants.

Oh.

Oh.

There was something almost giddy about knowing that you could still affect him the same way you always had, even while half delirious with sleep and suffering through one malady or another, and while a small part of you grew nervous at the thought of reuniting with Helmut like that for the first time since your initial argument all those months ago, on the whole, every nerve in your body was longing to feel him against you again. You smiled softly at the discovery. Some things truly never changed.

As you determined the best way to go about initiating something, you tuned back into his words again. His voice was still sweet and low with his heavenly accent cutting through the old language in a way that made butterflies erupt from your stomach down towards your newly aching core, and yet there was an inconsistency to it.

“She lies with a sweet smile on her face,” he muttered, breath hitching slightly once again as he blinked, long and hard in the darkness, “and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. Her life closed in a gentle dream - may she wake as kindly in the other world,” As he finished his sentence he looked down from the page to you, prone against the broadness of his chest. His pupils were blown wide with lust in the yellow lamplight and, after a moment struck mute, he licked his lips. “Schatz-,”

“Don’t stop now,” you breathed into the darkness, “we’ve only just gotten to the best part,” Slowly you rose from your place slotted against him. The loss of contact was difficult for you both, but you quickly amended the issue by placing a hand flat against his upper thigh. It was so close to his growing length and yet so far away at the same time.

Helmut regarded the digits with a sure disbelief and mild amusement. “Don’t stop what?”

“Reading,”

Somehow the word sounded obscene as it dripped syrupy and saccharin from your lips. You leaned in closer now, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off your husband’s body as his gaze flickered down to your mouth. Despite your words, though, Helmut was quick to mark his page and reach to set the book down on the dresser beside his side of the bed.

“Do you want me?” he gulped, letting himself brush his fingertips ever so lightly against the bottom hem of your sleep shorts. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, after everything,”

You replied with a question of your own:

“Do I look like I don’t want you?”

He was quick to shake his head. It was his turn now to steady himself. “I’ve yearned for you every day since I left,” he whispered, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips from the proximity alone, “I never should have gone, Schatzchen. Not then and not before. To be without you is torture. I’ve wasted so much precious time...”

You replied with a simple, breathless, “Kiss me,”

Who would he be to deny you?

With the slightest of smiles, he leaned in and captured your lips with his own.

You had kissed him hundreds, probably thousands of times and yet you never got over the feel of his mouth against your own. Hot and wet and always ever so slightly minty from the small, sweet lozenges he kept in his right breast pocket, it laid claim to you. When you kissed him, there was nothing except him and him and him for eternity. You never considered yourself much of a wordsmith, your talents were elsewhere, and yet you could write sonnets about the bliss that came only when you connected in these brief, close moments of peace.

There were no threats here, not now. There was only Helmut, with his dark eyes and wild hair pulling away from you just long enough to breathe in the darkness of the room before dragging you back in to kiss him again.

Time had no bearing on you then. You could have been sitting there and kissing him for hours, your soft hands gently exploring each other once again but never daring to touch where the other wanted to be touched more than anything. Eventually, though, Helmut pulled away for a meaningful period of time, letting his forehead rest gently against your own as you both breathed heavily, hands finding each other blindly to clasp together in your lap.

When you felt like you were finally grounded to your body again, you chuckled softly, paying careful attention to the way the dim light accentuated the soft blondes and reds hidden in your husband’s brown hair.

“What is it?” he cooed in the darkness, “What could you possibly be laughing at now,”

“I thought I asked you to keep reading, Baron. You stopped at my favorite part. How am I supposed to focus on this when all I’ll be able to focus on is that once we’re done, I’ll finally get to hear what Heathcliff has to say,”

Helmut didn’t respond to your gentle ribbing, not at first. Instead, he leaned back in for one last fleeting kiss before letting his hands rest at the bottom edge of your sweater, bunching up the excess fabric. You assisted him in removing it by pulling your arms from the sleeves as he lifted it over your head. Then, you were finally semi-bare before him.

The cool, dark, nighttime air felt frigid in comparison to the almost burning heat of Helmut’s hands as he ran them down your sides. It made you shiver. That being said, it was nothing in comparison to the full-body tremble he evoked a moment later when he leaned in close to your ear with a sinful smile.

“May she wake in torment,” he quoted softly. The sound of it, so lewd and yet so refined, only added to the wetness between your legs. It didn’t help that his hands had moved on to find purchase on your breasts. He took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it ever just so as he continued. “Why she’s a liar to the end,”

Distantly, you just barely had enough complex thought to marvel at the fact that your husband had memorized your favorite passage from Wuthering Heights. It didn’t surprise you in the least. The last thing that crossed your mind before it clouded fully with lust was that there was something so tender in Helmut’s eyes when he looked at you that you just couldn’t bear it. It wasn’t long after that, though, that Helmut let one of his hands creep under the elastic waist of your shorts to cup your mound and you lost all ability to think about anything other than his soft voice and the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He touched you as if he knew you, and he did. You had known him carnally in more ways than could be counted. Though a bit rough with time, his fingers fell easily into their usual rhythm as muscle memory took over. He relished in dragging you to the edge in a way only he knew how to, and for the first time in months, you let him.

“Where is she? Not there,” he purred against your cheek as his fingers caught just so against your nub. You arched into his touch without a thought. “Not in heaven,” Slowly, his mouth departed from your face. He trailed wet kisses down the sensitive column of your throat, and yet he never broke from his steady rhythm of stroking down your wetness before letting his fingers come back up to circle your clit.

“Not perished,” As Helmut paused, he sucked a deep purple bruise into the soft nook where your neck met your chin, “Where?”

It had been so long. So long since you’d been with him, since you’d touched yourself. You could do little more than cling to him and gasp his name as he played you like a well-tuned fiddle.

He delighted in the feeling of your fingers in his hair, yanking at the nape of his neck and urging him lower and lower as he continued to bring you towards completion. In all honesty, he was smitten with you, and anyone who saw him as he was in that moment, wide-eyed and slack-jawed at just the sight of your pleasure, would know it. Still, his devotion was lost on you, especially in your current position.

That was fine by Helmut.

As long as you were happy, he would be too.

“Oh! You said you cared nothing for my sufferings!”

“Helmut!” You gasped low and sweet and right as he nipped at your collarbone.

The grin that you found when you met his eyes again didn’t do anything to help you put your mind back together, nor did it prepare you for two of his thick fingers to suddenly breach your sopping wet entrance.  He paused then, searching your face for any signs of discomfort or hesitance, but he was only greeted by pure and utter bliss on your end.

Good. That was his goal.

With a soft tug to his hair, he was off to the races again.

“And I pray one prayer,” His mouth was on your breast now. Your hips canted and bucked to meet the quickening thrusts of his digits, which were curled ever so slightly and dragged at that rough right spot inside you with every push and pull. “I repeat it till my tongue stiffens,”

Then, suddenly, his eyes found yours again, and you felt you might perish then and there from the pure ecstasy of it.

“Y/N L/N, may you not rest as long as I am living!”

His fingers dragged across your sweet spot once again.

“Helmut, darling-”

Your voice was a stunted wail against his quiet, sure tone.

“You said I killed you - haunt me, then!”

His mouth was on your peaked nipple, your throat, your collarbone.

“Darling I’m so close-”

“The murdered do haunt their murderers,”

You were climbing, soaring, flying.

Higher, higher, higher…

“I believe,” he faltered for a moment. It was all too raw, all too real. God, how you loved him. “I know that ghosts have wandered on earth,”

You were up on your knees now, and Helmut had followed you up. He held the weight of your body on his clothed chest as he added a third finger. If you thought you had reached the heights of pleasure before, you had broken all the way through the ceiling, up through the sky, and into heaven now. Words dissolved on your tongue as spittle dripped warm from your open mouth down to the messy sheets below.

Suddenly, though, in the heat of it all, there was a tenderness.

The hand that had come to wander your body and assist Helmut’s mouth when it was preoccupied came to cup the back of your head and hold your gaze to him, keep you a captive audience to the way he looked at you; full of lust and love and adoration of the basest most human kind.

“Be with me always,” he urged, and the words were his . There was no more Heathcliff in them than there was Brontë or Austen or Tolstoy. “Take any form,” Tears, big and fat and wet dripped down your cheeks at the sight of it. This was your husband. Husband . Oh, the wonder of such a little word! How had you gotten so lucky? You feared you’d never know. All you truly knew was the sound of his voice as he drove his fingers into you with a mad fervor. “Drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”

Finally, your words seemed to return as you soared to your completion.

“Always!”

It was a wail. A cry in the dark. A promise.

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, God! It is unutterable!”

Just two more lines.

“Helmut, please,”

Something inside of you was breaking by the second as you clung to him.

“I cannot live without my life!”

“Yes, yes, yes-”

“I cannot live without my soul!”  

He crooked his fingers just so.

You snapped at the finality of it all.

Wordlessly you spasmed against him, hands clinging to every single part you could find purchase on. His neck, his arms, his back; you only had half the mind enough to kiss him as he pulled you through, never stopping his steady rhythm of thrusts. He kissed you back just as eagerly and wiped your tears with his free hand while he did. How could he be so perfect and fucked-up and yours?

You didn’t think to ask.

Instead, you rode through your bliss before slumping bonelessly into the arms of your husband, smiling and crying and utterly alive.

What a gift it was to be human, short life notwithstanding.

You had almost forgotten that.  

After a moment, Helmut slowed his ministrations. He pulled his slick fingers from your body and out of your sweat-soaked sleep shorts and all the way up to his mouth, where he deposited them and sucked the remnants of your release off of the pruned digits. You would have considered it extremely sexy if you weren’t still recovering from a leg-shaking orgasm to end all orgasms. Instead, you just laughed weakly as he removed his fingers from between his lips with a wet slurp and wiped the excess spit onto the sheets.

“How the hell did you manage to remember all that?” You finally asked, nudging him softly in the side as he chuckled above you, settling down once again against the headboard.

He shrugged before he replied. “During my incarceration, I had nothing more than the books you sent me and my own mind. After discovering that particularly filthy annotation you included in my copy of Wuthering Heights, I found I was eager to reread the highlighted paragraph quite often. With time and repetition, the words simply remained,”

You held him closer to you in the darkness.

Outside, the crickets were still singing their sweet song to the sleeping world, dancing along the wisterias and honeysuckles down in the yard, planted long ago with love and care to be pressed and sent along in the very books Helmut had previously mentioned.

“It’s a shame you had to leave it behind when James broke you out. I put a lot of effort into my notes,”

“Take a closer look, Schatz,”

His words were an incentive that provided enough energy for you to just barely push yourself up from his chest on shaking limbs. Sure enough, though, and true to his word, the copy of Wuthering Heights sitting on the dresser beside you was the same well-loved copy you had mailed to him in his first months of imprisonment.

“You never miss a single detail, do you?” You asked, incredulous. He answered you with a simple kiss.

“Do you want to get cleaned up? I could run you a bath,”

The question had your mind wandering to the luscious jetted bathtub in your ensuite bathroom, sitting unused as it had for months in the wake of your fight with Helmut. Perhaps the memories of your endless trysts in that very tub would no longer haunt you as they had before. Despite the temptation of it, though, you had other plans.

“Helmut,” your voice was barely a whisper as you brought your hand to cup him through his pants, “you didn’t get to finish yet,”

Despite the way his breath hitched in his throat, he shook his head. “You’re tired, Schatz, and I will be fine to wait for another occasion. This was about you,”

Excuses, excuses.

You tutted softly as your hand wandered towards his belt.

He made no move to stop you.

“I’ve missed you so much,” The admission escaped you in a breathless sigh. You needed him. Needed to see him, to feel him, to connect with him, trembling hands and aching head be damned! Helmut seemed to understand that because as you released him from his belt and unzipped his pants he busied himself with removing his turtleneck. “Every night, I swear I thought of you every night while you were away. I would lay here alone and close my eyes and hope, so foolishly, that when I woke up you’d be right there beside me again,”

Shuffling out of his slacks, he discarded them haphazardly into the darkness of the room along with his boxers. “Lay down, Schatzi. I’ll take you if you’ll have me,” His words were tender in the night. You did as you were told. In the yellow glow of the old filament bulb, you could see his proud cock, thick and leaking, and it made you want. For what you didn’t know, but you wanted. You needed.

You yearned.

The yearning didn’t last for long, though. There were no games to be played that might make your husband taunt you or force you to work for your pleasure. It had been far too long for that. Instead, you lifted your hips and let Helmut pull the soaked sleep shorts from your legs to deposit them with the other clothes. Then, you were both laid bare.

There was no need for words past that point.

Helmut lined himself up with your opening and, gazing down into your soul, pressed each and every inch of himself into you as he groaned like a man possessed. You clung to him, bringing your arms up around his shoulders, and for a moment the two of you stayed put, connected and completed in a way only the two of you ever could be. Languid kisses were shared. You passed them back and forth like secrets from wet and swollen lips. Only after an eternity when you dragged your pelvis up the slightest bit to grind against him did he move once more.

When he pulled himself from your wetness, just about halfway, he did so with the same slow precision he entered with. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

There was no desperation to it like there had been when he got you off, no fast-paced need driving you together in frantic breathless shouts. Instead, Helmut kept his pace slow and deliberate. It was like he wanted to memorize the feel of every inch of your body, inside and out. So, he took a snail’s pace as he worked you open below him.

The lack of speed didn't mean there was a lack of passion, though.

Oh no, you both possessed passion in spades and it reflected in the breathy moans that filled the chamber of your shared room. Your room. Your bed. Your home. The thought of it brought you closer to the edge by the minute.

In that darkness, lit by your little lamp and the light of the brilliant moon outside, you could pretend things were different and yet the same. Helmut was simply a businessman who traveled often. You were his little wife. The home was cheery and filled with light, and he would come home to you every weekend with a smile on his face and flowers in his hands. There was no danger lurking in every corner, nor was there the threat or separation at every turn. Instead, you could leave your house freely to buy groceries or visit the Sunday market in the city square down the road. Things were happy. You weren’t going to die.

Oh god, you were going to die.

It was a fact you both knew, now, and had accepted. Your fate was sealed the second you chose to stay at his side all those years ago. Still, it was all approaching so very quickly, you barely had any time left to prepare.

Despite it all, though, you had this time.

You had this moment in the darkness where you could wail and moan and cling to your husband without fear. He had you in his arms and under his chest and filled oh so good with his cock and for just a second, just a sweet blissful tick of the clock, you could forget. You both could. So you did.

Your second orgasm didn’t come on in a steep climb like the first.

No, it crept up on you without you even knowing it was coming. Helmut fucked into you good and slow and deep for an eternity before you felt those telltale jolts of pleasure urging you towards your end. He felt it too, felt it in the way you tightened around him and arched your back when he pulled back only to push into your heat once again.  

There were no words. You didn’t ask for permission. Instead, you just let yourself fall into a pit of your own pleasure as you kissed Helmut and clung to his hips with hands that left bruises in their wake. He followed quickly behind. In the wake of it all, his return and your seizure and the fight and your recoupling, you felt a bone-deep ache of heartache and peace. Then, Helmut pressed a kiss to your forehead and collapsed beside you, pulling the sheets over the both of you and wrapping you in his strong arms. The skin on skin contact was divine.

“Your doctor is going to be very cross with us,” he muttered into the crook of your neck.

You let your fingers dance lightly down his back, slick with sweat, as you chuckled. “Let them be cross, then. I needed you. Besides, you started it,”

He nodded against you. Slowly, you both shifted to a more comfortable position. Helmut laid his head on the pillow, propped up against the headboard, while you opted to use his chest as a pillow instead, running a finger through his chest hair and looking up at him with tired eyes. “I will take full responsibility for my actions,” he said softly, “both recent and past,”

“I’m still mad at you, you know,”

“As you should be, Schatz, I’ve been a poor husband and partner as of late,”

“But you’ll stay now, right?” Your voice was more uncertain than it should have been as your husband reached for the dresser once more, retrieving his book.

Helmut met your gaze and nodded ever so slightly in the darkness.

“I will be beside you from now until I draw my final breath. Now sleep, Schatzchen. You’ll still have me when you wake,”

Slowly you let your eyes drift closed. You were pretty tired out… Wrapping an arm around his soft stomach, you murmured softly up to your husband. “I love you, Helmut,”

“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, and as you drifted to sleep you could still hear his soft voice, ebbing and flowing with the breeze and cricket song in the nighttime.

“He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled…”

“What is it with you and bathtubs,” You chuckled, sitting on the lid of the toilet as Zemo straightened out his well-gelled hair in the mirror. Beside you, the body of a man sat bloody in the tub as rigor mortis set in.

Helmut shrugged. “I don’t like to leave behind a mess for those unfortunate enough to find the bodies,”

His words were heavy, but that didn’t stop you from humming an upbeat tune idly as you watched him work. In the end, you had been the one to land the killing blow on… well, whoever was now starting to smell as his bodily fluids crept towards the drain. You didn’t care much about him enough to remember his name. No, not while you could be watching Helmut with an intent fascination. He hadn’t trusted you with his plans, not fully, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try to figure out what they were by watching the minute twitches of his muscles as he gazed at himself through the thin glass.

If there was one thing in the world you were good at besides killing, it was deciphering your traveling companion’s expression. He looked… tired.

“We’re reaching the end of the line, aren’t we?” You asked.

The words made him pause, catching your eyes in the mirror, but he surprisingly answered you straight.

“Yes, my plans are almost complete,” he hummed, turning to face you, “The Soldat will be moved into his cell to be evaluated tomorrow. I shall assume Mr. Broussard’s identity and, if everything goes according to plan, I shall be traveling to Serbia from there to kill the remaining super soldiers and stage the final fight between Iron Man and Captain America,”

You leaned forward from your perch on the toilet lid, letting your legs sprawl out towards the wall. “So that’s it? Just one more day and it’s done?”

He repeated your words; an affirmation.

“Just one more day and it’s done,” his eyes remained glued to you as you laughed lightly, leaning back to let your head rest against the cool wall behind you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you snorted, “I’m just trying to figure out where you’ll drown me now that the bathtub is already in use. The sink?”

The look that crossed Helmut's face was between amusement and disgust as he let one small huff of laughter escape from between his lips. Slowly, he closed the small gap between you and leaned against the opposite wall. From his new position, you could see all of him more clearly. The rough beginnings of stubble on his chin, the bloodstains on his sweater, the way his hands fidgeted nervously at the edges of his pockets; everything about him was endearing. You had to remind yourself that both of you would be dead in a few days to push down the burgeoning feelings that began to bloom in your chest.

Besides, Helmut was still in love with his wife. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t be sitting in a cheap hotel bathroom with him and a corpse in the first place. Still, it wasn’t terrible to have fantasies. You were a woman, after all, a woman with needs you were sure Helmut would understand. Distantly you were glad you’d be dead before you had to part ways with him. If it was a choice, you weren’t sure you’d ever choose to leave him.

“About that,” Helmut said, low and sweet. He licked his lips after he spoke. If you didn’t know him better you would have assumed he was nervous. About what, you had no idea. Then it hit you.

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

As Helmut nodded, you took note that it was the first time you had ever seen someone look ashamed for choosing not to commit murder.  He gulped down a breath before he began his attempts to explain. “I try not to kill without reason. The deaths of those innocents at the UN are already weighing on me more heavily than I anticipated. It’s only a precaution, but I fear that if I killed you, the guilt would eat at me enough that it might interfere with my mission,”

“Mhm,” your response, a low hum, came with a slow nod that told him you were far from convinced with his reasoning. “It’s a real shame you dragged me all the way to Berlin just to make me find my own way home. I wish I would have known I was making it out of this alive. Maybe I would have remembered to grab my wallet before we left the house,”

“That is another thing I wish to talk to you about,”

You raised your eyebrows in mild disbelief. “There’s more?”

Helmut nodded. His formerly nervous expression was now replaced with a loose smile. Well, as loose as it could be on the face of a former colonel and current terrorist.

“We’re both aware that I will not be making it out of this little escapade alive. Now, I wanted to thank you somehow for your assistance, and I figured leaving you a monetary endowment of some kind would be a good way to repay you,”

“How much are we talking?” Without even noticing it you leaned forwards towards him. He grinned all the while, wolflike and half-mad. You adored it. Adored him.

“At least one million euros,”

Your jaw dropped.

“I’ve gotten in contact with my butler and have taken the liberty of purchasing you another hotel room across town, far from where the Winter Soldier will be set loose. You can check in any time after noon and stay there for up to a week. If you choose to accept my offer, my butler will meet you on the seventh day of your stay with the money, papers to create a new identity, and free transport to wherever you want to go. After that, should you want it, you will receive monthly payouts to help pay for any bills or extra expenses after you get the lump sum. Now, if you’d like something a bit more… permanent, I could also arrange for an extra few million to be delivered in cash up front for you to purchase a house. You will be free of your past, free of everything that has bound you. You can start over and live like any other person. Does that seem like something you’d be interested in?”

Before you could even speak you had launched yourself into Helmut’s arms. He smelled warm, like cedarwood and mint and fresh-pressed linens as you clung to him like a lifeline. There were no words you could say to express your gratitude, nothing you could do to beg him to change his mind and stay. You just held him there, close as you could manage to, as you smiled into his chest.

You were free.

You were free.

“I assume that’s a yes?” He asked. His voice was almost a coo as he finally wrapped his arms around you and reciprocated the affection. The motion caught you by surprise. You didn’t mention it, though, not when you were so deeply entrenched in the feeling of his pulse soaring under your ear.

“A million times yes,”

“I’m glad,” he whispered, “It will give me solace to know you’ll be taken care of. Now, where will you go? What will you do? I want to hear it all. I need to know what I’ll miss once we’ve parted ways,”

You let an almost goofy grin cross your lips. “I’ll retire, buy a little house somewhere in the middle-of-nowhere France with cash, and spend the rest of my days on this earth living in delicious sin. There’ll be no more killing, just cooking and cleaning and painting. I might take up watercolors again. Maybe I’ll even stop by the castle on my way and grab that big painting of you as a token to remember you by,”

Helmut cringed beneath your cheek. “You wouldn’t,”

“I would,” you quipped back, “and I will! I’ll hang it right in the middle of the living room so all of my guests have to pay homage to the man who set me free,” The fact that you wanted to see his face every day as you sat on his couch went without saying. It was simply implied. Helmut seemed to gloss over that fact entirely.

“What will you tell them about me?”

“That you were a good man. A dear friend. Someone who left the world too soon after doing what had to be done,”

“Is that a promise?”

“Absolutely,”

As you breathed him in, Helmut became fully aware of just how close the two of you were, pushed tightly against the off-white wall of the bathroom as the smell of lemon cleaner just barely masked the sweet rot of death. If he minded, it didn’t show. You only pulled away from him when a soft knock on the door of the main room broke you from your reverie.

“That’s breakfast,” you muttered, “I’ll keep her from coming in,”

“You do that,” Helmut replied, but he hesitated before turning back to the mirror. “Y/N?” He called softly.

“Yes?”

“If I don’t get another chance to say it, thank you for everything. I won’t forget the kindness you’ve paid me,”

“Neither will I,”

“Will you stay with me till the end?”

“Always,”

Morning came quickly.

Not quick enough for your rest to feel unsatisfying, but still too fast. There would never be a period of time spent in Helmut’s arms that felt like it lasted long enough. In the end, though, you woke feeling a full-body warmth from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

There was no blaring alarm to rouse you this time, no spasms wracking you and dragging you out of your peace, there was only the soft chirping of birds and the gentle humming of the air conditioning unit as your eyes fluttered open and your arms stretched out to the bed beside you to find… nothing.

You paused.

After a moment of adjustment, you found that your eyes agreed with your hands. Helmut was gone.

Even in the worst heat of the fight the night before, you had never felt quite as upset as you did in that moment while realizing he had left you again. Tears pricked at your eyes. How could he? After all of his promises, he had left you alone the same way he had before. Knowing his schedule, he’d be long gone by now; off the runway and up in the air if not already on the ground at his next destination. The only thing that kept you from bursting into an angry choked sob was the sound of the bedroom door creaking open.

You clutched the sheets to your bare chest expecting one of your guests. Then, Helmut stepped into the bedroom.

What? He had stayed?

Your heart thundered in your chest at the sight of him.

He smiled broadly, with the sleeves of his striped cotton button-up bunched at his elbows and a dirty dishrag in his hands. His voice was soft and tender as he approached. Everything about him seemed so domestic that it almost brought you to tears all over again. “Schatz!” he cooed, reaching the edge of the bed, “did you sleep well?”

Nodding mutely, you offered a wet smile.

“I’m glad,” he said. One of his large hands found yours, still knotted up in the soft fabric of the sheets. The silver wedding band on his ring finger gleamed brightly in the soft daylight. “I hoped I could be here when you woke, but Sam and James requested breakfast and I didn’t want to wake you up quite yet. You seemed peaceful,”

“I was,” you let yourself lean into his touch and smiled when he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, “I am,”

Helmut sighed. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to crawl back into bed with you and enjoy that peace. Unfortunately, I still have to finish cutting up fruit downstairs. I just wanted to make sure you were doing well when I found a minute to sneak away,”

“Well, I appreciate it,” your voice was light as you brought up your free hand to Helmut’s collar and pulled him down for a proper kiss.

He fell into the familiar rhythm with practiced ease. It was brief, just a momentary press of the lips, but it made your heart beat just a little quicker when you felt him against you, warm and real and solid. As soon as it began, though, it was over, and Helmut was pulling back with a smile. All the while, he never let go of your hand. The two of you sat silent for a while, happy to just relish in the feeling of being together, but a clang from downstairs urged a deep sigh from your husband as he finally stepped away. You hated to see him go.

“Duty calls,” He chuckled, accent thick, “Do you think that was James or Sam?”

You nodded softly. “My money’s on Bucky, but knowing what I do about those two it was probably both of their faults. You’d better go survey the damage before they break anything else,”

“I suppose I should,” Helmut paused, turning back to you with his hand on the doorknob. “Will you join us downstairs for breakfast? Or would you rather I bring you up something to eat once I finish entertaining our guests,”

It took a moment for you to respond.

There was a certain safety to remaining in bed. Helmut would be sure to return as quickly as he possibly could, doting on you once again with the same soft vulnerability. You would probably even be able to pull him back into bed with you if you waited long enough. Getting a few more hours of holding him would be a luxury, one rarely afforded even when things between the two of you weren’t rocky. Something, though, urged you towards the other option. Maybe it was the quiet aching in your legs or the urge to see if your husband was able to keep his commitment to bettering your relationship outside of your bedroom, there was no knowing, but the universe wanted what it wanted, and what it wanted was for you to get out of bed.

“You make leaving our room seem like I’m exploring some wild, new frontier,” you snorted, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed. You both ignored your nakedness, though Helmut’s eyes did linger on the swell of your breast as you stood. “But yeah, I should probably get up. I need to clean up anyway, after… well,” you gestured to the mess of dried slickness between your legs, “all that,”

Despite the fact that you had been married to Helmut for over a year and had known him much longer, there was a bashfulness in your regarding of the events from the past night. It might have had something to do with the absolutely caddish grin on his face as he beheld the reminder, though.

“I’ll set you your usual place at the counter,” he said, watching you wander over to the closet like some bare goddess in the morning sunlight. Before slipping away back downstairs, though, he indulged you with a sweet “I love you, Schatz. I’ll await your arrival downstairs eagerly,” Then, he was gone, having closed the door behind him and retreated back down the stairs to deal with whatever nonsense Sam and Bucky had gotten up to in his absence.

You giggled softly to yourself.

Sure, your head still ached slightly and there was a tremor in your hands that wouldn’t quite go away, but for the first time in months, you had hope. The sun seemed to shine extra brightly thanks to that fact. Inside the walk-in closet, Helmut’s cologne was once again just cologne, light and pleasant as you gathered up a soft t-shirt and some sweatpants. After some deliberation, you grabbed another one of his awful thrifted sweaters too.

It didn’t take long for you to take a quick shower next. You washed away the evidence of your coupling under the warm spray, and as you did, something told you that you’d be doing a lot of that in the future. The water was heaven on your aching limbs. About 15 minutes later, you were dry, dressed, and patting the dampness from your hair on the edge of the bed.

Beside you, the nightstand was almost entirely cleared off. At some point in the night Helmut had taken away the tray with the long-forgotten toast, but in its place sat your wedding ring. It seemed to stare up at you with a gaze all too human. The decision wasn’t an easy one to make, far from it actually, but as you pulled on your husband’s sweater you grabbed the ring and slipped it back onto your finger where it belonged, and where you hoped it would stay into the distant future.

With one last deep breath, you made your way out the door and down the stairs to find out exactly what your guests had gotten up to in your absence.

You heard them before you saw them.

“I said cube, James,” Zemo groaned from the kitchen, “not slice. Mangos are best enjoyed cubed,”

Sam chimed in next. “Dude, it’s just fruit! Does it really matter which way he slices it?”

“Maybe if you cared so much about how your fruit was cut up,” James added, “you could do it yourself!”

You crept softly from the landing to the archway leading into the kitchen only to find exactly what you expected. There, crowded around the island and all dressed up in matching aprons, were the three men, all fussing over some part or another of what looked to be a breakfast spread fit for a queen. Well, baroness. Same difference. The sight was one you enjoyed a little too much, so kept yourself quiet for the chance to witness just a little bit more of their natural conversation. Between them, in a high necked vase, sat the salvaged bouquet of spring flowers you had abandoned on the front table. You were glad to see they had made it through.

Zemo was the next one to speak, walking to the stove where he flipped a delicious smelling slice of french toast.

“I believe you were the one who offered to help out this morning. If you hadn’t I would have happily completed breakfast on my own,”

“Yeah, I offered because I’m not a complete jackass,” Bucky quipped back.

“Language, James,”

“God, please don’t ever say that to me again,”

“Apologies,”

Sam noticed you then, your soft chuckles a giveaway. He smiled warmly and set down the strawberry he was coring as he addressed you. “Hey! Look who it is!” In an instant, all eyes were on you. Somehow, though, the attention wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, your presence seemed to calm the constant animosity between your husband and your guests. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You replied with a smile. “As good as I can be. Did you guys break anything while I was upstairs?”

As you passed the men to take your own spot at the end of the island, Bucky looked up from his butchered mango almost sheepish. “No, no we didn’t break anything,” Quickly, he added, “It’s good to see you up and running again,”

“He broke a plate while playing catch with Sam this morning,” Zemo added, “Nothing important, we won’t miss it much,”

Bucky blanched.

The domesticity of it all was almost painful as the room shook with everyone's combined laughter. Even Bucky joined in once he got over his mortification. For a moment you all seemed like an odd sort of family, bustling around that kitchen as the last bits and bobs of breakfast were sliced and fried.

It smelled heavenly.

When you had the mind to sit down at your spot on the island to eat you found Helmut had just barely beaten you there and was pouring you a mug of coffee beside your full plate. Oh, how long had it been since you’d had coffee in the house? Probably since last January, when the short days were spent watching out the window for a man who wouldn’t come back. You disregarded the thought as you examined your plate. Tropical fruit, french toast, and a small portion of omelet (with more waiting in the pan), sat, fragrant and saccharine and ever so tempting, but instead of digging in you watched intently as Helmut poured your cream and doled out your sugar. He caught your gaze just as he set a small spoon in the mug to stir it with.

“You still remember how I take my coffee?” You asked.

Instead of answering, Helmut just watched as you brought the mug to your lips. It was, as expected, perfect. Sweet enough but still biting at your tongue as you swallowed it down. Hot, but not too much so. Just heated enough to warm you from the inside out. Perhaps it was Helmut’s gaze that warmed you too.

He turned back to the stove then, gathering his own plate, but you knew he was still watching you even when turned away.

“Of course I remember how you take your coffee,” he finally replied, “You’re my wife,”

“You didn’t get me perfect coffee,” Sam added from his place beside you, beginning to pick at his food as he stared at the dark liquid in his own cup.

“Yes, Sam, but you are certainly not my wife,”

The room was laughing again then, but in a quieter way. Helmut came back around the island with his own plate and took up his seat on your other side as you ate and drank your coffee in the warm glow of the morning light. There was something so alive about being surrounded by compatriots, even if your truce was temporary. Your husband could see the change in the way you smiled.

Slowly but surely, breakfast was eaten and seconds were doled out. You discovered that Bucky, for all his harshness, had a soft spot for french toast with extra syrup and he, in return, learned that mango really did taste better in cubes. The sun rose higher in the sky and, through glass doors, you could hear birdsong outside as they enjoyed the amenities of your garden. Maybe Sam and James could be put to work digging weeds…

You had to work hard to stop yourself from getting attached.

To the guests, to the laughter, to the house you’d lived and loved in. It would all be gone soon enough, shot through or smashed or burned in the months to come, as would you be. Still, you enjoyed it while you could. If this was to be one of your last true spring days, you would savor every tiny minuscule detail.

It did you no good to live in fear of the inevitable.

Instead, you enjoyed the moments in the hope that when it all did come crumbling down, you could face the end knowing you had truly lived.

Helmut’s voice pulled you from your morbidities as he finished the last bite of his omelet. “We’ll have to run out to the market for more groceries today, I’m afraid,” he hummed, “but perhaps that’s a blessing in disguise. It’s far too lovely a day to spend it cooped up inside,”

You quirked up an eyebrow. “We?”

“Yes. We, Schatz,”

Something about the way that he was trying so hard to write his past wrongs was incredibly endearing. It made you grin into your mug as you swallowed the dregs of your coffee. “I guess I could take some time out of my incredibly busy schedule to go shopping with you,”

“Could you really? I can hardly believe it,”

“I’ll have to actually get dressed first, but I could pen you into my schedule, just this once,”

“I hope that you won’t change out of that lovely sweater, though. I find it ravishing on you,”

“Oh, really? Thank you. It’s my husband’s,”

You said the word proudly, The sound of it made Helmut’s face flush as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

Sam’s voice pulled you from the soft display.

“Man, you guys are so cute it’s kinda gross,”

Bucky didn’t say anything, but the set of his jaw made you think he agreed.

“My house, my rules Sam,” you jested, “and my rules are that I get to kiss my husband,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just try not to get all mushy. Some of us are painfully single over here,”

“Like you?”

“No, not me, I get all the ladies. Bucky, on the other hand…”

“Hey!” Bucky interjected.

And you laughed. All of you laughed. You laughed and the world turned and somewhere across the globe, John Walker scoured Madripoor for an informant who could give him a lead on Sam and Bucky, but you didn’t know that, and even if you did, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care.

Not when Helmut’s hand was in your own, fingers laced together tight, as you brought your head to rest on his shoulder.

“Schatz?”

“Yes, Helmut?”

“I love you,”

“You know what darling? I love you too,”

You really did.

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I loved what you wrote about student! college! aizawa,if it's not too much trouble,I would like to read a second part but it contains a sub!aizawa,dom!reader,mommy kink and pegging please. I have to take advantage of the fact that you are the first blog with dark content that I see that accepts pegging,an opportunity that I will not miss,but if it gets complicated for you oh you don't like it,you can reject my request.

DISCLAIMER: always ask for consent first!

warnings: DUBCON, sub!aizawa, edging, verbal abuse, bondage, pegging, gn!reader but light mommy kink is used in reference to, praise kink if you squint?, slightly unrealistic depictions of pegging, reader is fed up but that doesnt excuse their actions :P

word count: 3489

notes: sorry for the delay, i hope u like anon! :D there should always be more pegging fic out there

part 1 here

EXAM SEASON

Finals season is quickly approaching, sending the entire campus into a frenzy, students scrambling like displaced ants trying to finish last minute assignments, novel-esque essays, merciful extra credit projects. The workload takes its toll on everyone, even the star students. You found Aizawa in even worse moods more frequently; a schedule consisting of all nighters spent studying old material followed by early classes and a job on the side, he was absolutely exhausted. You sometimes sneak a peek over at him during class to see his head bobbing slightly, bloodshot eyes struggling to stay open as he fights sleep. A small part of you feels bad for him; he’s a diligent student, and you were sympathetic to his exhaustion.

You still hate the asshole, though.

You found yourself snagged in a twisted sort of arrangement with Aizawa after midterms. There was always a half-assed attempt at tutoring you before giving up and cramming his cock down your throat or deep inside your cunt, leaving you sore and dripping with his cum, all the while spewing insults targeted at your intelligence (or lack thereof). In exchange, he’d complete your assignments and allow you to copy his answers on exam days. Ignoring the situation is where you make peace with yourself; you feel used, but you also have no other option if you want to pass this class.

What you hate the most is the way you roll over and take it. You’re more than just a hole to fuck, you know that, but you’re helpless against his searing abuse and venomous scowls. Even when you try to be nice, it only makes him crueler, your soft pleas and offers of peace an invitation to tear you down and make you cry. You want to fight, to claw and tear into him out of spite. You don’t want to feel so weak anymore.

So, you decide to do something about it.

It’s late, campus illuminated by street lamps and headlights of cars passing by as you make your way into the dorms. After your first encounter, Aizawa began inviting you back to his room instead of the library, deciding to “study” in his personal space as opposed to possibly getting caught in the library with his cock down your throat. You didn’t complain, but it’s especially convenient today, with what you have planned. Knocking on the door softly, you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, anxious for what’s to come.

“Open,” he calls out from inside, prompting you to enter. You pass through the messy common room he shares with his roommate and enter his bedroom, opening the door quietly. Aizawa’s room is tidy compared to the outside, bed made, tousled only where he sits with his laptop, typing.

“You’re late,” he squints at you from behind the screen, shutting the device. “Not surprising.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, placing your book bag on the floor and taking out the very heavy law textbook (that you hadn’t bothered to open since midterms). You take your seat next to him and open to the most recent chapter you read over. He’s silent, only speaking to answer your questions as you focus on the text. You can tell he’s sleepy, his responses slurred and delayed, and you glance over to see him dozing off. Late study sessions and Aizawa’s recent exhaustion meant more often than not that he fell asleep before tormenting you. The first time was startling, but you learned that it was a regular occurrence. 

You prefer Aizawa when he’s drowsy. His usually hard features were softened, quiet snores rumbling from his chest. His dark hair messily framing his face as he leans back against the headboard of his bed, arms folded over his chest. He’s good-looking, no doubt. If his personality matched, you could see yourself falling for him.

His eyes open, shooting you a questioning look, and you duck your head back into your textbook, embarrassed at being caught staring.

You keep quiet for another 20 or so minutes, waiting until he’s truthfully asleep and not just resting. You have to be careful not to wake him, as you aren’t keen on being reprimanded for what you're about to do.

Once you’ve deemed it safe, you stealthily open your bag and retrieve the small plastic bag stored inside. With the help of online shopping, you bought some handcuffs, lube, a dildo, and a harness. You aren’t all into pegging, but this was less about the sex and more about proving yourself, forcing him to respect you, in some perverse way. You retrieve the cuffs, gripping them carefully as to not make any sounds. This is the most crucial part; as long as you could get him restrained, you’d could dish out any revenge you desire. You slip off of the bed and tip-toe, almost comically, around the other side of the bed. You test the waters, snapping your fingers near Aizawa. He doesn’t stir, chest rising and falling with his deep breathing.

You steel yourself with a deep breath; this was your chance. You make quick work with the handcuffs, gently yet hastily clicking the metal around one wrist and looping the cuffs through the headboard before securing his other wrist. A grin spreads across your face; you’re thankful he’s such a deep sleeper.

Now that you had him where you wanted him, you were paralyzed by the sheer amount of possibilities. You climb over him apprehensively, hovering over the unconscious man, who only shifts minutely. The peaceful look on his face puts a small pit in your stomach; this was wrong… right? Technically, this was assault. You frown, a small chill running down your spine. Is this what you had become? It was almost enough to convince you to stop, but you force yourself to remember the first time Aizawa had his way with you, the way you choked and gagged and had to hide your face until you could find a bathroom to wipe off the dried cum that adhered to your skin.

This was his fault; he made you like this.

“Fuck it,” you say aloud, bracing yourself before grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking, hard. He awakes with a surprised gasp, wrenching his head away from the assault.

“The fuck?” He bites, eyes drowsily scouring the situation. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just waking you up,” you smile, releasing your grip. “It’s kind of boring watching you sleep. I thought we were supposed to be studying.”

Aizawa gives you an agitated look, disoriented as he tries to move, only to find his range of motion limited. “You fucking handcuffed me?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t wake up,” you chuckle, sliding your hands under his shirt and running your hands over his taut stomach. He keeps his eyes on you with an expectant expression, waiting for an explanation.

“You know, I like you so much more when you're asleep,” you continue, idly tracing patterns on the skin of his abdomen. “No insults, no curses, no glaring. You’re pretty handsome when you’re not being a total douchebag.”

“Let me go,” he ignores you, yanking the handcuffs. “This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s pretty funny, actually. You’ve spent all semester treating me like shit, and for what? All I’ve done is be nice to you, even after you call me names and abuse me. It hurts my feelings, you know? It’s not like I’m trying to fail this class, I just needed a little extra help, and you take advantage of that every week. So I do think this is pretty fucking hilarious. Maybe you’ll see just how great I feel when you bully me.”

If looks could kill, your heart would have stopped right then and there. Rage burns behind his glare when he meets your eyes, still struggling to break the cuffs. You’d never seen him like this; at his worst, he seems moderately annoyed in your day to day. Despite being an insufferable asshole, he always manages to keep a cool air about him. Never giving anyone much of a reaction, he’s only nasty when he desires. Watching his face take a red tint and his eyes narrow in frustration send waves of satisfaction rippling through your chest. 

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he grits out, “If you let me go now, I’ll forget all about this. I promise that you don’t want what’s coming for you once I get out of these cuffs.”

He did have a point; you had no idea what you were doing. That wasn’t going to stop you, though.

“Aw, it’s not so fun now, isn’t it?” You coo at him in a demeaning tone, pouting dramatically. Your wandering hands slid to his crotch, where you could feel his length stirring curiously. You bark out a laugh.

Pulling down his sweats and boxers, your mouth waters at his hardening length. Normally, your stomach would drop at the sight in anticipation for physical abuse you were about to receive. But this? This was different; knowing that you’re the one in control is absolutely captivating. You take his cock in your hands, slowly working your hand up and down. He stays silent in defiance, steady in his glare in an attempt to intimidate you. It would work, usually, but with his hands bound there was nothing he could do to you. He’s betrayed by a pleased noise that slips from his throat.

“Don’t tell me you like this? You want to be taken advantage of, is that it?” you taunt, basking in his agitation as you speed your hand up, thumbing the pre gathering on the slit.

“Watch it,” is his only response, voice dangerously low. He keeps quiet, not willing to surrender to the reactions you’re trying to draw from him. It’s a challenge, if anything, and you weren’t going to back down..

He’s fully erect in no time- you’ve spent enough time as his cocksleeve to know exactly what he likes and responds to. His eyes fall shut as you squeeze tighter, hips canting up into your hand, chasing his own release. You keep it up until he gets a little louder, close to release, and you pull your hand away, watching his dick twitch helplessly.

“Fuck- why’d you stop?” he asks groggily, opening his eyes.

“You didn’t think that I was just going to let you cum that easily, did you? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” you shuffle off of the bed, smiling over your shoulder as you hook your thumbs in the band of your leggings. You make a show of sliding the material down over your ass, purposefully leaning over and arching your back. You hear a pleased growl from the bed, causing you to giggle as you pull your underwear down as well.

“You could still let me go,” he offers, giving you a once over as you climb back over him, “I could forget about this if you let me fuck you.”

“Nice try, but I’ll be the one doing the fucking tonight,” you grab your bag from the floor, retrieving the lube but leaving the dildo and harness obscured in the bag. You squeeze a generous amount onto your fingers, causing Aizawa to give you a puzzled look.

“You don’t need lube, you’re always so wet for me,” it’s more of a question than an observation, since your previous trysts never included anything but his spit and your own juices. You just give him a smile before nudging his thighs open with your own, trailing your hand slowly beneath his balls, settling in between his ass and your lubed fingers circle the muscle there. The look on his face is priceless, absolutely shocked at the prospect of you inside of him. He thrashes in protest but you’re steadfast, pinning his hips down with your other hand.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice is alarmed, almost erring on the side of anxious, “you’re dumber than I thought if you think you’re just going to get away with any of this shit.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you sing-song, using your dry hand to tug playfully on the cuffs, “You’re a little tied up at the moment.”

“I’m going to beat your cunt up when I get out of these,” it’s a threat, and you ignore the way your stomach flutters at the words, eyes trained on his as you push two fingers inside.

He grunts, his face scrunching up, almost cutely, at the burn of the stretch. You expected him to be tight, but given how tense he is, it’s difficult to push all the way inside. You take it slow, savoring the pained expression on his face; it’s a stark contrast to his cocky demeanor when you’re being subjugated to his abuse. His chest is heaving, a lovely red flush spreading across his skin, eyebrows knit tight, lips bitten red- you’re obsessed. You move your fingers in and out slowly, scissoring just gently enough not to seriously hurt him, but enough to watch him writhe. His dick twitches despite (or maybe due to?) the pain, still red and dripping.

“This is priceless,” you laugh, “if you wanted to get fucked so badly, all you had to do was ask, you know? Mommy would’ve taken care of it for you.”

“Mommy?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “you’re insane.”

Any further insult is cut off with a sharp gasp, eyes shooting open in shock, and you know you’ve found it.

You stroke his prostate with a heavy hand, grinding your fingers into the spongy spot inside of him as he struggles to breathe, back arching deliciously. You can’t help but smirk; you kind of get it now. If this is how tormenting you makes Aizawa feel, then you understand why he was so cruel.

“Fuck,” he chokes on a whine that sends heat down your spine, . Your wrist is beginning to strain, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It’s cute; he’s writhing, his hips seeking the stimulation he was previously avoiding as he moans openly, loudly. His cock is an angry purple, pre pooling on his stomach from where it’s leaking. He looks like he’s close, eyes beginning to roll back when you pull your fingers out, laughing as you ruin his orgasm for the second time.

“Please,” he’s breathless, a betrayed look on his face as his hips rock on nothing, desperate to cum.

“Begging already? We haven’t even gotten started yet!”

You reach over into the plastic bag, pulling out the dildo and harness. You can clearly see the fear on his face this time as he moves to sit up, the fog of pleasure clearing quickly.

“Wait,” panic sets in his voice yet again. If you were him, you would be scared too; the toy is thicker than the two fingers you used, something you chose purposefully. You stand and slip on the harness, ignoring his attempts to reason with you.

“What’s wrong? I thought I didn’t know what I was doing?” you ask innocently, forcing your hips between his legs and drizzling some lube on the toy, warming it up with your palm.

“That’s the fucking problem, you idiot, you don’t,” he seethes, pulling on the restraints again, “It won’t fit, and you’re not sending me to the hospital.”

“Exactly, I won’t send you to the hospital. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,” you coo, settling between his legs.

“Just let me go,” it’s the first genuine plea you’ve heard from him, the sincerity pulling your attention to his eyes where you see a look you can’t quite place. He looks… afraid? Remorseful? It’s enough to give you pause, equal parts consideration and schadenfreude. You settle for leaning forward and placing an uncharacteristically saccharine kiss on his forehead, your humanity getting the best of you.

“All you have to do is relax, okay?” you whisper, resting the tip of the toy against his entrance. He shuts his eyes in anticipation, resigned to his fate, and you push in gently, watching his hole swallow the silicone. The way Aizawa contorts, back bowed to scoot away from the pressure of the toy is salacious, drawing a moan from deep within your chest. He can’t get far due to the restraints, and he lets out a soft sob at the stretch of the toy, face scrunched tight. You push slowly until you bottom out, your hips pressed firmly against his, grinding in small circles to alleviate your own ache. He exhales shakily, unaware that he was holding his breath.

“See, it’s not so bad right?” you soothe, rubbing your thumb against his hip soothingly. “You should be grateful; I’m so much nicer than you are.”

“Fuck you,” it comes out weaker than intended, his voice strained as he tries to adjust to the girth of the toy. 

You pull out slowly, experimentally, watching his stomach clench from the sensation of silicone caressing his insides. His dick gives an interested twitch, despite his demeanor, and that’s the invitation you need to start moving. It’s a little awkward at first, but your enthusiasm combined with the size of the toy more than makes up for your inexperience. He’s breathless, still uncomfortable, but you can see his body slowly relax as he tries to make sense of the sensations coursing through his body.

“You like this, don’t you?” you dig, eyes transfixed on his face, “Is that why you're so mean to me? You strut around like an asshole, just to hide the fact that you’re just a little bitch?”

You focus on angling your hips, searching for his prostate again, and when you find it, you commit to fucking him. He’s loud, stray tears sliding down his face as his body struggles to comprehend both the pain of the stretch and pleasure of the abuse.

“Fuck, you’re cute like this,” you sigh, “you’re meant for this, aren’t you? Meant to get your ass bred by your Mommy? You’d be so much more tolerable if you were sweet like this all of the time.”

His dick jerks violently but he shakes his head with a weak ‘no’, too lost in the sensation to retort any further. You’re soaked by now, the pressure of the toy on your end combined with the power trip pushing you to the edge. It takes all of your self-control, but you suddenly stop, unwilling to let yourself finish so quickly; there’s still unfinished business here.

“Tell me I’m pretty,” it comes out before you can even really think about it, but the words hang heavily in the air.

“Huh?”

“You’re never nice to me, so if you want me to even consider letting you cum, you better start kissing up.”

He hesitates, but when you shift slightly and the blunt head of the toy rubs against his prostate, he changes his tune very quickly.

“Fuck- you’re cute, ‘s the reason why I’m mean to you. So cute when you’re about to cry-” you give him a particularly hard slap on his ass and he winces, muttering a quick apology.

“You’re pretty even when I’m not fucking you, too,” is all you get, but it’s the first genuine compliment you’ve gotten out of the asshole since you’ve met him, and your heart soars. He’s awful and mean and evil but the simple statement is enough for you.

“I’ll let you cum if you beg for it,” you grunt, rutting your hips enthusiastically. You’re close, but you refuse to finish first. He’s needy, thanks to being edged twice, and he’s unable to resist your promise.

“Please, fuck, please let me cum,” he whimpers, voice wet and eyes watery.

“Please what?”

“Mommy! Fuck, please mommy, just let me cum, it hurts, fuck, please,” he babbles, and it’s enough for you. You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke it firmly, hips speeding up as you chase your own release. It’s quick- he finishes almost embarrassingly fast, and the whorish wail that rips from his throat sends you right over the edge, your vision blurring at the corners as you stay trained on his face, obscene and submissive.

It’s quiet after you stop, both of you catching your breath. You pull out slowly, watching the way his hole flutters and you giggle, your body and ego fully satiated. You look back to his face; he looks more fucked out than you’ve ever seen him, almost like he’s about to fall back asleep.

“Can we call it a truce?” You break the silence, grinning as he cracks open an eye to give you a scalding look.

“Fuck. You.”

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Hey! I don’t mean to bug but I have another Ted idea in mind, i wanted to send it in before I forgot it.

Basically reader and Ted are sort of rivals and try to out do each other in everything. Reader thinks Ted despises her with all of his snarky/witty comments and the staring he does when they’re in class. The reader is awfully confused when Ted knocks on their bedroom window asking her to sneak out and drive to the next city over and stay with him for the weekend. The reader is even more confused when she finds herself wanting to go and packing a backpack. She/her pronouns (This is a weird one and I completely understand if it’s out of your comfort zone, I just thought it’d be a cool coming of age rivals to lovers story) :)

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Ted Nivison x reader [she/her used]

y/n silently opened the door to the empty classroom. She knew she was late. Everyone knew she was late.

“You’re late.” Ted rummaged his hand around in his backpack, clearly searching for something.

“Gee thanks. I’m excused.” y/n set her bag down in a corner and turned towards the teenage boy. “Why aren’t you out there.”

“Because I get a script.” Ted flashed the stack of papers, waving them smugly before closing his bag. “Where’s your script?”

“Memorized.” She grabbed her water bottle and went onto the stage. She stood silently in the wings, waiting for a familiar cue to be called. Looking over to her left, she watched a group of freshman girls giggling in a circle, quite obviously fawning over Ted. She gestured at them to be quiet, and they did for a moment, but they soon went back to their antics.

“Off-book date isn’t for another three weeks. Little bit of a try-hard are you?”

“Maybe I’m just better.” Ted shifted his weight on his feet. He stood close to her, flipping through the pages in his script. She turned to him, pointing out where they were on the page.

“A know-it-all too then?”

“Forgive me for being nice to you.” She rolled her eyes as she side-stepped away from him.

“Oh never. I’m going to remember this for the rest of your life. How you just had to know what page it is.”

“Jesus. Fuck off would you?” y/n left Ted backstage, entering the ongoing scene with open arms.

———

The stage was quiet. By now everything was winding down. Underclassmen were waiting for their rides while upperclassmen discussed where to go for dinner. Techies were shutting down all the set pieces and electronics. Actors were putting away supplies. y/n was standing center stage. The soundtrack echoed through her head she hummed, pivoting on her feet. Today they had gone over some major choreography for the show, and she knew it better to practice now rather than forget later.

She ended her choreography, spinning with her arms upwards. She then let them fall down to her side, relaxing her entire body in the process.

“Need some help there?” Ted’s voice echoed through the almost empty space. y/n groaned, not turning to him.

“I’m doing just fine. Thanks.” She walked to the edge of stage right, grabbing her water bottle and bag from where it resided. “Don’t you have a curfew?”

“Don’t you?” Ted watched her walk upstage towards the green room. “I think you’re finally nailing that box step. I mean, it’s been what, three years?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Ted.”

“Oh don’t leave me hanging.” Ted followed after her, walking all the way to the door that lead outside of the school. “You giving up already?"

She turned back to him, holding the door open with one hand. “I’m not in the mood tonight, Ted, so good night.” y/n slammed the school door shut, leaving Ted alone in the echoing hallway.

———

y/n was still awake. She’d been up for a while now, going over her musical score, making sure every note change and accidental was circled. There were countless pages it seemed, her being cast as a main character, but it was nearing three AM and she was finally done.

She shut her script, stretching her shoulders as she stood from the desk chair. She meant to reach upwards to dim her lamp light, but paused as she heard a knock on her window. y/n thought it was a fluke, a tree scratching at the wall, but then it happened again. Three times in succession, definitely intentional.

y/n threw open the blinds. In the window she could see a lone stick being held up by a very short Ted.

“Hello?” She opened the window, poking out her head. Ted was indeed there. Her window stood six feet above the ground outside, and Ted’s extreme height poked just above that.

“Hey!” He smiled, which she found almost unusual, but she liked it. He dropped the stick he had been holding and looked up to her. She took note of the fact that he was fully dressed, even though it was an early Saturday morning. She could smell the dew in the air and the cologne on the hoodie Ted wore. She revelled in it for a moment, allowing herself only that moment. “I didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?”

“N-No. I mean, I wasn’t doing much. How do you know where I live?”

“Come with me. Right now.”

“Where?” y/n drew back a bit, confused by Ted’s sudden change of pace.

“The waterfront. Downtown. Please?”

“Ted I-“ y/n looked back into her room. She could pack a quick bag if she really wanted to. She could be gone and back at any time if she really wanted to. “Why?”

“Because. I want to go and you’re who I want to go with me.” Ted extended his hand towards her. “I’m parked across the street.”

y/n sighed, closing her eyes for a second. “Give me two minutes.” She turned back into her room, almost panicking. She threw on a pair of sweat pants and her sneakers, keeping on her comfortable t-shirt. She grabbed an empty backpack and began stuffing it with an extra pair of clothes, a phone charger, her house keys, and travel toiletries. She turned back to her window. Ted stood there expectantly. She tossed the bag to him, and he caught it with ease, throwing it over his shoulder. Next our the window was her, which didn’t come as easy. She started by sitting on the ledge, swinging her legs as she looked at the jump. Thankfully, on her way down, she landed on her feet in the grass. Ted smiled at her, leading the way to his car.

y/n shut the door after herself, inhaling the cold morning air. “We could go to the greenway. I mean the carousel won’t be open but everything else."

y/n nodded as Ted started up his car. It hummed as they drove through the neighborhoods and the freeway, landing them in the middle of downtown. She gazed out the window at the tall cement offices and shops. Ted took her down a series of main roads that gradually became smaller. y/n turned to him, watching the street lights reflect on his glasses.

“Ted, where are we going?”

“The water front! We’ll be there in a second.” Ted followed the paved roads a few minutes longer until pulling aside near a park. “Come on."

Ted hopped out of the truck, not walking towards the meter to pay for parking. He went to open y/n’s door for her, startling the girl. The two walked for a moment, ending up at a rail that over looked the river. “Ted this is-“

“Is there something wrong?” The street lamps danced in the waves of the harbor as they lapped against the brick retaining wall. She looked up to Ted and could see the lights reflect in the lenses of his glasses. Behind that, she could see the worry laced across his face.

“No. I just- I thought you hated me, and this? This is not hateful.”

“Oh.” Ted rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. y/n didn’t notice, instead focusing on not shivering. “Are you cold?”

“I mean yeah. Aren’t you?”

“No but- here take it.” He pulled off his hoodie to drape over y/n’s shoulders. She slowly put on the item, taking in the way it fit just loosely enough.

“Thanks. For not- y’a know- bein’ an asshole.”

“Right.” The silence between the two was uncomfortable as they stared out into the water. “I should’ve been nicer to you. Just- in general. I should’ve.”

“I could’ve been nicer to you, too. I mean, where’s the fun in that though?” She smiled, leaning over the railing of the waterfront. She let herself dangle for a moment, smiling as came back up.

“I could keep being nice to you.” Ted moved a step closer to her, the darkness barely hiding the blush growing across his face.

“Why?”

“I like being nice to you. I like-“ Ted paused, considering what he was trying to say. “Do you hate me?”

y/n whipped her head to the side, looking confusedly at Ted. “No. Ted I never hated you. I thought you hated me!”

“No never I-“ he sucked in a shaky breath. “I like you. A lot. Like, a lot. And I’m sorry I never told you I just- it was so easy to act like you didn’t like me and that you hated me but I- I’m sorry.”

y/n took Ted’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. “I wanted to hate you. I really did.”

“I mean, I’m glad you don’t because really like you. Like I can’t emphasize it enough.”

“We’ll good cause I like you too.”

“Really? No wait really?” Ted turned away form the water towards her, a smile almost splitting his face in half. “Can I-“

“Yes.” She placed her hands on his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Ted kissed her almost roughly, pulling her closer every second. y/n smiled against him, feeling his glasses ouch against her eyebrows and the way his cheek molded against her hand.

Ted pulled away slightly, taking a quick breath. “Wow. That was- wow. You’re- wow.”

y/n laughed. “You got words there?”

“Whatever smart-ass.” He went to kiss her again, this one being shorter. “Where to next?”

“Anywhere.” She smiled, looking back towards the sleeping city beside them. “Take me anywhere.”

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