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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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kinktober !

kink: period sex

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

period sex: sexual activity that happens while at least one partner is menstruating or on their period.

It was the worst form of torture. Every month, your period would leave you feeling the horniest you’d ever felt, and it was even worse when you had a sex god boyfriend who would walk around looking so tasty. In all honesty, he could walk around wearing anything and it’d still have you wanting to shove your hand down your panties and get yourself off. But you couldn’t. Not while he was there, being so lovely and caring for you through the most horrible cramps you’d ever felt in your life.

“How are you feeling now, baby?” Minho murmured. You’d been laying practically on top of him, a cat shaped hot water bottle trapped between your stomachs as you half-watched the movie that was on. You’d been too horny to even pay attention to it, and you weren’t even sure what the fucking thing was called. Minho had been watching, though. He was a stranger to your internal suffering.

“I’m comfy, thanks, Min,” You replied, kissing his cheek. You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears still burned red, even after so long. He was so cute, but you wanted his dick. Time to change the subject. “I hate cramps. They’re awful, y’know? They say dark chocolate helps.”

“Want me to get you some? I can drive to the shop,” Minho asked, his hand rubbing circles on the small of your back. You hummed, shaking your head.

“I don’t even like dark chocolate, it was just something stupid I saw years ago,” You said, and Minho chuckled, shaking his head fondly. Then, he turned to you, his eyes soft as he looked you up and down. He always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen - even when you were suffering an intense period-caused acne breakout and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms.

“I heard something similar,” He began, biting his lip. “I heard orgasms help. Have you tried getting yourself off, baby?”

Oh, he was too sweet. Always looking for solutions to make you feel better. “Well… Min, I can’t exactly get myself off while you’re here. That’d be weird.”

“I’d love every second of it,” He was serious, but you still giggled, poking his cheek playfully. “Baby, in all seriousness, if you want me to fuck you, I will. A bit of blood will not bother me.”

You blinked, leaning up. “You’d really do that?”

Minho chuckled, kissing you chastely. “It’s blood, baby. It’s really not a big deal. I’ll lay a towel down.”

You stared at him for a moment, and he stared back, raising an eyebrow in questioning. Then, you yanked the fluffy cat hot water bottle out from between you and kissed him. He just deserved a kiss for that, but he still let out a little ‘mmph’ in shock at your boldness. “Minho,” You mumbled against his lips, and he hummed in response. “I’m so fucking horny, you don’t even understand. Every fucking period, you walk around looking so hot, and I could’ve just asked this whole time?”

“Baby, I look like this all month,” He chuckled, kissing you again. “Honestly though, yeah. You could’ve just asked, dummy.”

“Oh my God,” You sighed, curling into him more to kiss his neck. He let you mouth your way down his soft skin, and you sucked a mark into his collarbone where you knew it wouldn’t be seen. He scoffed out a laugh, his hand moving to rub over your ass instead. “Oh my God, Minho, get a fucking towel.”

He was still laughing when he stood up, shaking his head as he grabbed an old towel from his wardrobe. You belatedly realised that oh, he’d see the blood, and you were starting to feel a little less confident. When you hadn’t moved from the bed to let him lay the towel down, he tilted his head at you in confusion.

“You can’t look, okay?” You gushed, jumping up from the mattress. Minho bit his lip, hiding a laugh. You pouted, stomping your feet in a mild tantrum. “I’m going to pull my pants down, and you have to close your eyes, because there will be blood on my pad. Okay?”

“Baby,” Minho shut his eyes, shaking his head. When he opened them again, you could see the amusement in them, and it made you pout even harder. “I’d be shocked if there wasn’t blood on your pad, y’know? Given that you’re on your period.”

“Well, yeah, but still-”

“Come here,” He commanded. You couldn’t deny that tone of voice, even if you were mid-tantrum and shy. You walked over to him, and he tossed the towel onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist. You let him kiss down your neck like he’d done to you, biting at the skin and humming when you let out a choked noise. “I think you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

“You’re sexy,” You protested, and he shook his head against your skin. He pulled away from your neck, using two fingers to get you to look into his eyes. You were practically melting.

“I’m gonna get you naked the way I always do,” He said, and his tone was firm. You wanted to protest, to make a big deal, but he shook his head before you could even speak. “I’m going to get you naked the way I always do. I’m gonna take my time worshipping those tits, and then I’m going to fuck you and get you to cream nice and wet on my cock. I do not care about blood. Okay?”

You blinked. You couldn’t even argue with that, really. “Okay.”

“God, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He murmured, his eyes dark and staring directly into yours. “Letting me fuck you like this. What a good fucking girl, huh?”

“I need you so bad,” You whimpered, and Minho chuckled. You gasped when he wrapped his hand around your throat, a light pressure but there nonetheless, and then he was kissing you. It was different to his soft, loving kisses on the bed, his tongue demanding dominance inside your mouth and making you whine. You couldn’t protest when he ran his hands up your back underneath your shirt, and you definitely couldn’t protest when his hands gripped your ass firmly. He was such a fucking wet dream.

You watched in awe as he yanked his shirt off from behind his neck, revealing planes of milky skin and toned biceps. You didn’t even hide your gaze, your eyes running over him in delight as you felt the arousal pool in your stomach. He pushed you back against the bed, somehow landing you directly on top of the towel as he made quick work of your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra for comfort purposes, and he made a sound akin to a growl as he saw your tits, nipples pebbled against the cold chill of the room.

“Baby, these tits,” He moaned, grabbing them both with his hands. “They’re fuller, huh?”

“It’s the period,” You gasped, letting him tweak your nipples with his fingers almost painfully. He knew how you liked it. “You like them?”

“I like them every fucking day,” He responded quickly, wrapping his lips around one of the buds and sucking. You let out a choked noise, feeling the sensitivity of them from your current state. Minho perked up, grinning. “Are they sensitive?”

“I think every part of me is fucking sensitive, God, please fuck me,” You gushed, spreading your legs and letting him get between them. Minho chuckled, letting his tongue run over your nipple again.

His fingers went to the waistband of your fluffy rabbit pyjama bottoms, playing with the fabric. He raised an eyebrow at you, and his facial expression was soft, fond. “Can I take these off, baby?”

You bit your lip. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure I want to fuck you all the time, so yes,” He said, grinning. You held your breath as he pulled your pants down, taking your underwear with them and tossing them to the floor. He hadn’t looked, and you knew he did it to make you feel comfortable. You loved him so much it made your heart swell. His eyes dragged down your body, his hand stroking softly over your tummy and eyes landing on your pussy. Oh, God. “Fucking beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

“Can you get naked now?” You shifted impatiently. Minho smiled, nodding, and then he was pulling his own bottoms down. You were more than delighted to see he’d foregone underwear, cock springing out and looking solid. You leaned forward instantly, letting your lips brush his as you wrapped your hand round the base of his cock, the trimmed hairs tickling your skin. “This fucking cock. It’s so amazing.”

“He likes you too,” Minho mumbled against your lips, kissing them chastely. “You gonna jerk me off a bit, baby?”

You sighed. “I wanna suck it, to be honest.”

Minho shook his head, letting his hand fall to yours and moving it on his shaft. “I will cum instantly if you suck me off right now,” He admitted, leaning down to run his tongue over your nipple again. You jolted, moaning and starting to pump his cock steadily. You tightened your hand a little bit more at the tip, just the way he likes it, and his cock leaked just a bit of precum in approval. “Something about this, baby. The way you trust me so much. I think I could die.”

You giggled, moving your hands to pull him in at his waist. “I think I’ll die if you don’t fuck me. I need to cum on your cock so bad.”

“Yeah?” Minho asked, but the look on his face told you he was very aware. He positioned his cock at your pussy, letting the tip run through your folds teasingly. “I think I’ll fuck you then.”

“God, do you want me to beg?” You huffed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m not above begging.”

“I know, I have you begging for it every night,” He mused, and then he was pushing inside. The stretch startled you, and you moaned loudly, making Minho chuckle. He bottomed out easily, the slide wet and your pussy more than pliant for him. You were sure your pussy was moulded to the shape of his cock at that point. “How do you want it? Tell me, baby.”

“I- oh, deep, hard?” You said, voice lilted as if it was a question. “Give it to me the way I like it, you know.”

“Yeah?” Minho asked, starting to thrust into you steadily. You moaned, clenching tight on his cock. You were so sensitive, unabashed moans and whines falling from parted lips and echoing around Minho’s room. “You want me to call you my slut, so desperate for my cock? You want me to fuck you senseless?”

“Oh, oh-” You keened, and Minho laughed, kissing your neck. His cock was solid, hard inside of you, and the way he was thrusting into you was such a smooth, slick slide that it had you wanting to cum instantly.

“Yeah, you are my slut, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, and when he pulled away to look at you, you were left breathless. His hair was dark, flopping over his forehead but not obscuring his beautiful features, his pouty lips parted and exposing his cute bunny teeth. They pressed at his bottom lip as he fucked into you, and when you looked into his dark, feline eyes, all you could see was love. You couldn’t help but moan, nodding. You let your fingers grip onto his biceps for stability. “I know, I know, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You gasped as he pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you were quick to suck on it dutifully, running your tongue over his digit. He pressed it in deep, swirling it around your tongue and staring at you with half-lidded eyes. You startled when he reached down, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Min, the blood-”

“Ssh,” He urged you, shaking his head. He pushed one leg back with his other hand, letting it fall over his shoulder and fucking you deeper with his thumb massaging circles into your sensitive bud. “I know how to make this pussy cum, don’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, you do,” You agreed, nodding. His chest pushed your thigh into your tits, leaning over you to kiss you once, filthily and deep. His thumb didn’t let up and neither did his thrusts, his cock bullying into your hole over and over and making you whine. “Jesus, Minho, your cock is fucking amazing.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” Minho’s voice was strained, hips stuttering against you. “Baby, you’re so wet, I don’t know if I can hold out.”

“Min, please,” You begged, eyes bleary. “I’m- I need to cum, Minho.”

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, I know,” He gasped, eyes rolling back into his head. It was a rare sight seeing Minho pussydrunk - he normally held out for a lot longer than you did, but clearly the added wetness on his cock was a little bit too much for him. “Feel me, baby. Focus on my cock. It’s so fucking hard for you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You gasped, bucking your hips into his thrusts. He pinched your clit meanly, smirking when it made you squeal. Your chest heaved, a sheen of sweat forming on your skin.

“Gorgeous fucking girl. Your little pussy always needs me, kitty,” He moaned, grunting into your neck with every thrust. You were getting close, his ministrations too much to handle when combined with his filthy words. “Fuckin’ slut. My slut, yeah? Always needing me, needing my fucking cock inside of you.”

You whined, nodding. You’d started to bounce on his cock now, letting him pinch and rub your clit to send you into oblivion. “Always need it, oh, oh, Min, mean, be mean-”

“Be mean, kitty?” He scoffed. You gasped when he moved his hand from your thigh, and then he was slapping you across the face, a light slap but definitely there nonetheless. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips parting. “Got me pussydrunk, kitty. Fucking minx.”

“‘M gonna cum, Minho,” You warned, your sopping walls fluttering around his cock happily. “I’m gonna fucking cum, you’re gonna make me cum, oh-”

“Yeah?” He moaned, his noises getting higher in pitch. He was getting close. “I’m gonna cum with you. Do you want it? Do you want my cum?”

“Always want your cum, oh, breed me, Min, I’ll soak your cock-”

You let out a loud whine, digging your fingernails into his shoulders almost painfully as you came. You felt your pussy gushing on your boyfriend’s cock, soaking his length and moaning like a fucking pornstar all the way through your orgasm. Minho tensed, his hands grabbing your hips. His hips stopped completely, cock bottomed out inside you as he filled you with his cum.

He collapsed on you, his weight a welcomed addition. “I’m not g’na pull out yet ‘cause I know you’ll get shy,” He mumbled, kissing your sweaty skin. You giggled, nodding.

“Do you wanna take a bath?” You asked, running your fingers up his back.

“I can’t think of anything better, baby,” He sighed. “I said I was going to fuck you senseless but I think you’ve just fucked me.”

“On the upside, my cramps are gone,” You grinned. Minho looked up at you, kissing your nose fondly.

“Let me know if they’re back,” He said, eyes earnest. “I’ll just have to fuck you again, since you don’t like dark chocolate.”

“Really hate the stuff,” You hummed, nodding. “I like you though.”

Minho giggled, his nose scrunching up cutely. “I like you too, baby.”

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ashwhowrites · 2 years

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Eddie's girl

Plot- the party agreed on 1 thing only, do not let the new girl meet Eddie Munson (fluff)

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Steve and Robin were talking at the counter about his latest date. Well, Steve was, and Robin was mocking him.

“I'm telling you, she was insane. She poured half the container of salt on her noodles. Who goes to an Indian restaurant and gets buttered noodles? " Steve complained.

Robin rolled her eyes and said, "Jeez, Dingus, you have such real problems in the world." As she checked in, all the tapes were returned.

The pair's eyes rose when a shadow casted over the countertop. There stood the most gorgeous girl they had ever seen. She had her hair styled nicely, a smokey eye look, eyeliner sharp as a knife, and cherry red lips. Her arms were warmed by a leather jacket; a band tee lay underneath, and they guessed jeans would be covering her legs if they could see. Maybe a pair of sneakers to go with the look. She had her fingers decorated with chunky rings and black nails.

Steve felt drool hit the bottom of his chin. This girl looked like someone who knew how to ruin your life, and he wasn't mad about it.

Robin felt a blush creep on her cheeks. This girl looked like she'd ruined Robin's innocence with one touch, and she wasn't mad about it.

Then she spoke, and it sounded like heaven on earth. "Can you tell me where I can find the horror section?" Her voice was soft, in contrast to how she looked. She stood tall and confident.

The pair of them rushed to go around the counter. Robin stomped on Steve's toe to get ahead. She smiled proudly as Steve clenched his foot with a gasp.

"Follow me," Robin stated as she led the gorgeous girl to the section where horror movies were placed.

As Steve was checking her out, well, the movie as well. He spoke up, "So what's your name?" Robin leaned in close to hear the answer.

"Oh, it's Y/N." She answered with a smile. She could sense the pair were in awe of her, so she threw a wink on the way out the door.

"She so wants me." Steve melted into the floor.

"Please, the wink was for me," Robin scoffed.

Steve rolled his eyes, "geez Robin I must have missed the part when she said she was a lesbian. " Robin punched his arm and went on with their work day. Both are thinking about her.

~~~

Dustin was biking to the grocery store to pick up food for the cat. His mom was in some mood about being scared to leave the house, so a trip after school was on his radar.

Eddie offered to take him, but he felt like it would be an inconvenience to make him drive him to the store and then back to the school to get his bike, but he appreciated his offer.

Dustin was walking down aisle 3 when he collided with a body that was coming around the corner. The person dropped everything in their hands.

"I'm so sorry," he quickly apologized as he picked up the bags of popcorn and candy off the floor. He went to give him to the person when he looked up and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, including his ex-girlfriend Suzie.

With a sweet smile, she answered, "No worries, cutie." Dustin smiled, braced teeth and all. He could feel his cheeks turning red and butterflies in his stomach. She looked older and more mature, and he loved it.

He didn't realize he'd been staring until she waved her manicured hand in his face. He snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, sorry again. I'm Dustin. Are you new around here? " He asked. It's a small town, and he felt like he'd seen everyone.

That damn smile came across her face again. With a smirk, she held out her hand, "The name is Y/N and I'm in town for my spring break. I used to live here but moved for college. " He was in awe of how her voice comforted him like a hug. He could smell her sweet perfume as he shook her hand. It was soft and the cold metal of her rings made him shiver. He's a freshman and she's in college. It'd definitely never happen, but you can't blame a guy for having a crush.

~~~~

Lucas was practicing his shooting at the park when he saw a girl walking a dog. He was dribbling the ball with Jason when he caught her eyes. The ball was stolen by Jason, as he was distracted.

"Lucas bro, I stole that way too easily. You got to pay attention. " His words went on deaf ears. Jason looked at him, puzzled, and followed his gaze. And he understood now.

A girl wearing a small tank top, her belly button pierced. Tattoos covered her arms and bracelets lingered on her wrists. She was gorgeous. She was walking closer to them as her dog quickly moved ahead of her.

She got close enough that the pair could see she was generally beautiful. No makeup covered her skin. She was naturally breathtaking. Jason quickly threw the ball near her feet. He pretended it rolled there on its own. He jogged up with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, lost sight of the ball."

The girl looked up at me with a smile and said, "Oh, it's all good. Are you boys on a team or something?" She pointed to their basketball shirts with the team logo on them. Lucas ran over to join the conversation. "Yes, we are. Practicing for the championship game."

Jason quickly grabbed the ball and introduced himself, as well as Lucas. They both learned the girl's name was Y/N and she used to attend their high school when she lived here. Jason technically wasn't single anymore and Lucas had a complicated thing going on with Max, but you couldn't blame a guy for staring.

~~~

It's been two days since everyone was smitten by the girl in their heads. The group was meeting at the video store to wait for Steve and Robin to finish their shift before they headed to Steve's house for movie night.

When Dustin arrived, Robin and Steve seemed to be arguing.

" Steve I'm telling you, she's not interested in you. She was looking at me. " Robin huffed, to which Steve answered with an eye roll.

"Once again, Robin, nothing about her screamed lesbian."

"People don't always look like lesbians, you dingus."

Dustin cut in—"what are you two fighting about today?" He asked as he placed his hat on the counter.

Steve stood tall, "Well, this hot babe was totally checking me out and Robin had the nerve to think she was checking her out. Which she so was not. "

Dustin's eyes lit up as he remembered the beautiful stranger he ran into. “Speaking of hot babes, I ran into this gorgeous girl at the grocery store. She smelled like a flower. " He gushed.

Steve cringed, "Dude, that's weird." Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed.

"What's weird?" Lucas asked as he walked up.

"Dustin, smelling cute girls at the grocery store." Robin answered as she flipped through a magazine .

Lucas laughed and agreed. " I saw this hot chick covered in tattoos walking her dog the other day."

Robin began to wonder how randomly everyone was smitten by a girl. "Wait, all of us met a mysterious girl at the same time?" She asked out loud.

Everyone seemed confused about what she was asking. She rolled her eyes. "Guys, was her name Y/N?" To which everyone answered "yes" at once.

They all looked at one another.” Oh come on. Do you all like her? " Steve pouted.

"Like you had a chance, dude. I hear she's in college, too smart for you, " Dustin teased," to which Steve answered, "and too old for you." Dustin pouted at the truth in it. Lucas laughed, but it was cut off when Robin cut in,

"And you have a girlfriend, so no for you. Which leaves me left”. Lucas rolled his eyes.

All the guys said at the same time, "She's not a lesbian!" Robin held her arms up in surrender. " We don't know for sure." She tried to explain.

Then it all clicked in Steve's head. "Shit." He cussed. The group looked at him confused.

" She can't meet Eddie." He added to their confused stares. Dustin frowned, "Eddie's not a bad guy. Get over it."

Steve shook his head. " That's not what I meant. She is totally his type. The confidence, the tattoos, rings, leather jackets, and band tees. He'd go after her in a second. And with his looks, good hair, and dumb band, he'd so win. " Steve pouted harder as he crossed his arms.

" Agreed. Let's plan to keep her away from Eddie Munson. "

Speak of the devil, and he will appear."Keep who away from me?" He asked as he walked up to the group.

The group went dead silent. Eddie started to get confused as everyone refused to make eye contact with him. He almost felt like he hadn't said anything out loud when Steve spoke up. "Dustin's mom. She'd freak if she met you and wouldn't let you hang with Dustin anymore."

The group quickly agreed with nodding heads. Eddie frowned, "Why, what's wrong with me?" Well, that backfired. Now Steve felt like an ass and Dustin quickly tried to save him.

"Nothing at all. She's a very old-fashioned woman who thinks guys with long hair are no good. " Eddie nodded along, eyes questioning the group silently. He didn't believe a word that was said, but Lucas quickly turned the topic to basketball. And the weird interaction was not brought up again.

Until the same thing happened that night as the group watched their movies. When Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom, the group was talking in quiet whispers. Laughing, giggling, and slight arguing. He couldn't make out a word they were saying, and by the time he was close enough, they all went silent. He watched them closely. Everyone was pretending not to notice his stare and acting like the movie was the most entertaining thing they'd seen. " What's going on?" Again, silence. "Guys, seriously?" No one spoke up. Eddie was starting to feel very unwelcome in a group he thought were his friends. He was quiet the rest of the night, just as they all had been.

The next day wasn't any better. Eddie was returning a horror film and was hoping to talk to Steve or Robin about what was going on. He spotted Robin, and she smiled at his entrance. He smiled back and handed over the movie .

Robin's smile was slapped off her face when she saw the title. It was the same exact movie Y/N rented a few days ago. She rolled her eyes. Another thing they'd have in common to talk about/

Eddie's big brown eyes didn't miss the smile vanish and eye roll. He felt his heart sting a bit in his chest. What has he done wrong? "Did I do something?" He quickly asked. Robin's head shot up with a quick smile. "Oh no nothing. I just hate this movie." and typed in the return. Her eyes were confused to see that it came up under Y/N's name. She eyed Eddie but kept quiet. The computer must have been glitching. She has not, nor has anyone seen them together. There's no way he'd met her and already had a date.

Eddie didn't quite believe Robin at all, but he let it go. As he headed to the shelves for a new film, he spotted Steve. "Hey Munson, how have you been?" Steve waved with a big smile.

Eddie eyed him suspiciously and said, " I'm fine. But what's up with you? And everyone else? You are all being weird with me."

Steve shot the idea down and said he was just imagining things. But Eddie knew for a fact he didn't imagine Steve looking over Eddie's shoulder, a big grin lighting up his face, then back to Eddie with fear. Eddie went to question him again when Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him to another aisle.

Steve couldn't let Y/N see he was talking with Eddie. She'd come over to say hi and fall in love with the curly head next to him. So he dragged him into another aisle. "I think these movies are a better fit." He wished he had looked at the aisle first, because they were smack in the middle of the little girls' section. The racks are filled with pink princesses and unicorns. Eddie coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, little girl movies aren't quite my thing, Harrington." Steve laughed along, a blush on his cheeks. "You're right. Sorry about that. I thought you'd want to try something new. " And once he saw Y/N walk out the door, Steve quickly left the aisle without saying anything. Eddie felt his shoulders slump. There it was again. Leaving him in the dust without saying why.

~~~

Eddie went to the one person who he knew couldn't lie to him, Dustin. He cornered him in the hallway, by his locker. "Alright Dustin, tell me what's up with everyone before I shove your hat up your ass." He threatened

Dustin knew it was an empty threat, but he still shook in fear. A loud fake laugh left his throat, "Eddie, nothing is going on. You're just being silly. " Dustin was sweating underneath his hat. His palms were wet and his heart raced with anxiety. He wasn't good at lying to Eddie. It was like Eddie had these eyes that could see right through you. With another look, Dustin cracked.

“Okay, there's a new girl and she's totally hot. And everyone has a crush on her, and none of us can go after her, except Steve, which sucks. But we didn't want to tell you because you'd so be her type and we didn't want you to start dating her. Because then I'd have this crush on your girlfriend and later it would be weird when you got married and had ki-" Eddie cut off the kids' rambling with a hand to his mouth.

"Slow down. I have no idea who you are talking about, so I definitely won't be getting married next week. and seriously? You guys were so afraid of competition that you all iced me out. That's so stupid. "

Dustin nodded, "It does sound stupid when you say it out loud." Eddie let out a laugh. “I'm sorry. And I know they are too. "

Eddie winked at the apology and said, "I'm so going to use this against Harrington."

~~~

As Steve walked into work the next day, he was racked with anxiety. Robin could sense her friend was under great stress as he paced and stared down the door.

"What's wrong with you now?" She asked as she picked at her nails.

"I'm going to ask her out." Her head snapped up at that. She had a huge disagreement on her tongue when Y/N walked up. A huge smile was sent to the both of them.

Before she could say anything, Steve blurted out, "Would you go on a date with me?"

All three of them went silent. Y/N was caught off guard by the sudden question. Robin was shocked Steve got the words out, and Steve was amazed that it came out in a real sentence.

Before Y/N could speak up, a teasing voice came from behind her. laced with humor and mockery.

"Harrington, what are you doing asking out my girlfriend?" Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a smirk.

Robin and Steve's jaw dropped. Their heads were filled with questions. Before they could ask, Dustin was running in, "Steve I'm sorry I spilled. I couldn't hold it an-Eddie? Y/N? " He looked at them puzzled, then his eyes grew large as he saw them cuddled close.

"EDDIE ? Y/N? " He screamed. Eddie covered his ears and Y/N laughed. She was very confused about what was going on.

"Um, what's going on?" She spoke up, from underneath her boyfriend's arm.

"Steve was asking you out on a date, honey, and you didn't answer him yet." Eddie knew he sounded like an ass, but this was just too good. Everyone was smitten with his girlfriend, and he didn't blame them. He was hooked on her the second he met her in high school.

"I think we've got the answer, Eddie," Steve said, blushing. He spoke with a sharp tone.

"Wait, so you two are together? Since when? How do you know each other? " Robin asked, she thought Y/N was decently new to town.

"Oh Eddie, we go way back. We met in Hellfire during our sophomore year. We were best friends, then started dating in our junior year. We've been together since. " She smiled at the group. She loved talking about Eddie; it was one of her favorite things to do.

"You made a good impression, babe. You have gotten all my friends to crush on you within seconds of meeting you. " Edie smirked proudly. He finally had something in his life that everyone admired. And he was going to soak it all in.

Y/N blushed. She knew she was a pretty face, but she had no idea that everyone was so infatuated with her. "Wait baby, are these the friends that were making you upset?" She asked as she looked up into his eyes. She noticed his cheeks turning red. She embarrassed him. "Shit, sorry." She mumbled something into his neck as she shoved herself into his chest.

He cuddled her closer, "It's fine and yes, they are. They probably didn't want us to meet because you'd fall for my good looks and guitar skills. And Stevie here didn't want the competition. " Eddie smirked towards Steve, who sent a death glare to Dustin in return.

Y/N giggled at the explanation, "Well, for starters, Steve, you are a very handsome guy." Eddie cut her off with a pout, "Excuse me." She put her finger to his lips in return.

“And I am flattered, but Eddie is it for me and that won't change. And for the rest of you, Eddie adores you, and I wish you hadn't singled him out because of me. I was always scared of leaving him in this town because the people are shitty. But when he'd call me and talk about his favorite kid, Dustin, some chick named Buckley, and his new hellfire boys, I was so happy he had people to take care of him. So please continue to take care of him when I'm gone. "

The group felt even worse for leaving Eddie in the dark. Now knowing how much they meant to him, they all quickly apologized.

"Baby, that is even more embarrassing. We are leaving. " Eddie pouted as he grabbed her arm and led her to the door. She rolled her eyes and pecked his lips, which had turned into a frown. Feeling her lipstick mark on his lips caused him to smile. Eddie was never one for a quick kiss; he dove his tongue straight into her mouth without missing a beat. He heard gags from around him as he dove his hand into the back pocket of her tight jeans.

He pulled away and placed her ahead with his hand on her back as he was going to open the door. The door opened before them, and there stood Billy Hargrove. He checked Y/N up and down, and a smirk landed on his face.

Before he could even get a word out, the group and Eddie, all together, yelled "NO."

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fluff x reader

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notjustdragonspages · 9 months

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For the prompt ask:

Donnie with 🍭🍰?

Sleepyhead

a/n: Not a great title I know, but it's the best I could come up with... Anyways, enjoy!

Prompt: "You're my new pillow" "You look so cute when you're sleepy"

Warnings: none! Just really freaking fluffy

One in the morning. That's when Donnie decided to knock on your window and give you a heart attack. Grumbling and throwing your blankets off, you stomped over to your window to see a very excited looking soft shell.

You opened your window and let him in- within seconds of being in your apartment he started rambling.

"Now, dearest I know it's early, but I just had to come by! See, I was working on the new upgrade for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N when-" he continued to talk as you stumbled back to your bed before flopping on it.

He tilted his head at you. "Love?" Donnie slowly made his way over to you, standing at the edge of your bed. "Is something wrong?"

As he spoke, you sat up, grabbing his face with both hands. He grunted but you stayed silent, bringing his head closer so you could study his face. A slight blush dusted his snout as the silence continued.

"Dearest, whats wrong? Something on my face?" You rubbed your thumbs under his eyes and he leaned into the touch.

"Yeah. Bags." You gave him a look. He stuttered and backed away out of your grasp.

"W-well, with all the stuff I need to work on, and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N taking longer then anticipated, I guess I just haven't had time to... sleep...?"

You frowned at him and Donnie winced. Standing up, you stood beside him and gestured to the bed. The blush on his snout returned, but he complied with the unspoken request.

As soon as he sat down, you began littering his face with kisses, going lower to along his jaw line and a few on his neck. He sighed his appreciation for the soft touches and let his eyes close. Smiling at him, you pressed one more kiss to his snout before looking at his battle shell.

"Can you... take it off?"

He looked confused for a moment. "Eh- oh right, of course." Reaching a hand up, he pressed a button on the side of the shoulder attachment and with a click and a hiss it fell backwards onto the bed. Moving towards it, you picked it up and immediately huffed at the effort.

"Okay, how the hell do you wear this thing all day- Jesus Christ-" struggling as he watched you from the bed, you plopped it down beside your dresser.

Looking up at him again, he flopped onto the bed, wriggling around and relishing the way your soft sheets felt on his shell. Giggling at the sight, you walked back over to him.

"Better?"

Donnie nodded and opened his eyes to turn his sleepy gaze on you. Now slightly red in the face yourself, you climbed into bed. Once up by your pillows, you patted your stomach.

"C'mere, you big softie."

He made a small, low rumble as he got up and crawled over to you, laying down so his head rested on you chest and the rest of him was laying between your legs. Donnie nuzzled into your chest, a soft smile on his face at how warm it was. You looked down at him fondly.

"Gosh, you're adorable..." that seemed to get his attention. An indignant huff came from him and he looked at you as though mildly offended.

"Oh come on, it's true!"

You chuckled as he rolled his eyes and layed his head back down. Bringing your hand up, your gently rubbed the back of his neck, his mask tails brushing the top of your hand with each stroke. His expression relaxed and a small churr escaped his throat, despite his best efforts.

His eyelids drooped more as you made your way to the softer skin the connected his shell to his shoulders. You wanted to check first.

"Hey, Dee, is it okay if I touch your shell?"

"Go ahead, love." He yawned and stretched, all the way to his toes. You had to hold back audibly going "aww" at the cat like action. He seemed to have seen it in your expression though and snorted at you.

"You're my new pillow." He stated, shifting on you and nuzzling your chest again.

Once he settled again, you carefully hovered your fingers over his shell before pressing down gently, rub in the leathery surface. It didn't feel... Damp like you thought it would. God why did you think that??

Continuing, you gently rubbed downwards, tracing the spines that went down his back. Consumed with your task, your didn't notice Donnie melt into you, a happy smile stretching across his face, and his brows pinched upward at the sensation. Too tired to care, he churred freely, fully letting himself relax in your arms.

Glancing down at him, you saw his sleepy expression and chuckled. "You look so cute when you're sleepy..."

His only response was another round of loud churrs as you gently massaged near the top of his shell. He seemed tired enough to sleep, and you being exhausted yourself, you put a blanket over both of you, before continuing the gentle rubs. Donnie looked up at you.

"I love you, dearest."

You kissed his snout again. "Love you too, Dee."

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donatello x reader #donnie x reader #I did not edit this-#Hopefully I won't regret it

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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part Five

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. Smut: fingering (f! receiving) sex, blood drinking, biting,

WC: 3601

A/N: Just want to say thank you guys so much for your patience between updates! I really apprecaite it and I'm so thankful for everyone who's asked to be on the taglist and have sent me sweet messages about the fic, it truly means the world to me that you guys are enjoying the story!!

Seven days. It’d been a full calendar week since you’d heard from Josh. At first you were sad. Near devastated, to put it bluntly. Then you decided that anger and pettiness was your ideal route. You were just the flavor of the week to him, literally. He got his fill and then took you to a nice dinner and ghosted you. Part of you wanted to start going to the club again, partly to drink and dance your feelings away, but deep down, it was mostly to find a stranger to hold your body and make Josh jealous if he was there.

Instead, you stayed in with Jameson, deciding that the idea of seeing the vampire with his arms wrapped around somebody else was too nauseating to bear. Your dreams were still strange, the swirling screaming black shadows seemed to have backed away, but were still circling, still watching.

Still, when your phone pinged from its spot on the couch on the seventh day, giving the cat who was laying on the device a startle, there was a small flutter in your stomach, only to be crushed as you fished your phone from under Jameson’s belly and seeing it was just a spam email notification. You tossed your forkful of pasta down into the bowl, letting the metal clatter and clang against the ceramic bowl, feeling pathetic that yet again, you were wallowing over some guy. You’d decided you’d had enough, getting up and stomping to your bedroom, darting to your closet and towards the back where you kept your more risqué clothing.

You slipped out of the oversized t-shirt you wore as pajamas, shimmying into the tight black mini skirt and pulling your lacy bustier top out of the closet too. You made sure to do a sultry, smokey look for your makeup, and spritzed your most femme fatale perfume on your neck, wrists and ankles. Once you fastened your strappy heels, you stood up, going to your vanity mirror and fluffing your hair. In your peripheral, you caught movement in the corner of your bedroom. An icy bolt of fear shot through your body as you tried to act normal, grabbing your bag off the vanity table and beginning to move quickly to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you stopped, the ice in your veins turning to bubbling hot anger as Josh’s voice called out to you. “I asked you a question, love.” you spun on your heel, walking towards the man who emerged from the shadows.

“Don’t you fucking call me ‘love’, asshole.” you pointed a finger at him, jabbing him in the chest. “You don’t speak to me for a fucking week and break into my apartment the one night I decide to go out and get over you? How dare you?”

“As I’ve told you, you’re mine.” Josh grabbed the wrist of the hand that was poking his chest. “There is no getting over me, love.” his emphasis on your pet name made your blood boil even more, and tried to pry your arm away from him, but he only tugged you in further. Your chest was pressed against his, his other arm winding around your back, pressing you against him. “I was away on business. But if you were craving my attentions, I do believe even these modern cell phones work both ways, do they not?”

“Forgive me, but I thought you were more ‘old-fashioned’, and would give a girl a call after a few days.”

“After the way you left me high and dry in the back of the car?”

“Oh were you thirsty?” you gave him a fake pout. “Couldn’t find another blood bag for seven days?” Josh bemusedly rolled his eyes.

“If you’re jealous, then let me put your nerves to rest.” he murmured, looking into your eyes. “I have not seen, nor fed from another since you.” you stopped trying to pull away from him, gritting your teeth as he stared you down, an honest, unbothered look on his face. You hated the small feeling of joy in your heart at the admission, knowing he felt it in your pulse they way his thumb rubbed against your wrist. Your stubbornness reared at the small smirk on his face and you tried tugging away again.

“Well that’s lovely, but if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go out and have a good night.” you pushed yourself away from him, and turned, briskly walking out of the room. Josh followed, hot on your heels.

“Which spot are we going to, then?” you rolled your eyes as you tucked your phone and ID into your wristlet, making sure your debit card was in there as well. You ignored him, staring at your jacket on the hook by the door, wondering if you should bother with one. The weather was getting warm, but it was still mid-Spring, the nights were still near freezing. “I know you prefer Club Soleil, but it’s getting a bit stale, even if I do own it.”

“You own-? You know what, no I’m not letting you distract me. And I’m not telling you where I’m going, because you’re not coming with me.”

“My love, do you forget what I am?” Josh just folded his arms over his chest, giving you a smarmy smirk as he leaned against the door to the apartment, blocking your exit. “I can track you. I’ll find you wherever you go.”

“So you’re just going to stalk me?” you squinted at him as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Move.” Instead of moving out of your way, he unfolded his arms, straightening up and wrapping them around your waist, tugging you flush against his body. He looked down his nose at you, and the look in his eyes made you feel weak in the knees.

“We could stay in,” Josh murmured, splaying his hands across your back and pressing you impossibly closer. “I could show you all the ways you’ve missed me in the past week.” you scoffed, though an image of your and Josh’s bodies wrapped around one another in your sheets made your will weaken.

“What makes you think I missed you?” you tried to keep your voice even, knowing he could see right through you as his smirk grew.

“An interesting thing happens when a vampire feeds on someone.” he brought his index finger under your chin, using the pad of it to lift your eyes back up to his. “I may not be able to read your mind, but if a feeling is strong enough, I can sense it, feel a part of it myself. And my sweet girl, I felt everything you did to yourself.” your cheeks were burning as you recalled pleasuring yourself, whimpering and calling out Josh’s name as you peaked.

“Well if you’d called, you probably would’ve gotten to feel more than just a fraction.” you bit back, your annoyance still bubbling within you.

“You make me repeat myself once again, but phones work both ways,” he replied frankly. “Had you called me, I would’ve been here in an instant, taking care of your needs.” he leaned forward, cupping the right side of your face and pressing a kiss just below your ear on the left, making your eyes flutter close. He trailed a line of soft, wet kisses down your neck to your shoulder, letting his hand come up, fingers creeping under the strap of your bustier top and running underneath it teasingly. “Let me guess your fantasy, hmm? You come home from a long day of work, and I’m there. I’ve prepared a lovely dinner for you and have your favorite white wine ready. But before we eat, you want to take a hot, steamy shower, scrub the day away.”

“Let me guess, you follow me into the shower?” you half-heartedly taunt, swallowing the moan that kept rising up in your throat as he sucked a dark mark onto your collarbone.

“Oh no, you get to have time to unwind.” Josh promises. “But I find you in the bedroom after, before you get dressed, and I come up behind you,” he swiftly turns you around, pressing your back to his chest now. “Your flesh gets goosebumps when I touch you, running my fingers down your arms. I’d hold you to me, an arm wrapped around you for support as my other hand caresses your breasts.”

Josh was acting out his tale as he spoke, his hand running along your cleavage as he held you to him. You felt his hand begin to travel down your front, and over the front of your skirt. He rounded your thigh, and you felt your legs part to let him in. You felt him smile against your ear as he leaned down and continued whispering.

“You can’t wait for me to take you as my hand moves slowly towards your pussy, you’re already aching for me to touch you. I’d slide my finger along your wetness, in one slow, firm stroke, feeling you shake beneath me.” you sighed as Josh’s finger ran a firm line up your clothed pussy, the fabric of your panties already soaked. “You want me to touch you more, so badly, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, reaching behind your and grabbing his shoulder, bucking your hips into his hand.

“My poor, pathetic sweet girl,” Josh cooed with a dark chuckle. “Do you need me to touch you?”

“Yes, please,” you were embarrassed you were already panting, the anticipation of his touch mixed with his words riling you up. He turned you around, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his plush lips pressing against yours as his hands grabbed at the back of your thighs. You hopped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him walk you back into your bedroom as your tongues tasted each others mouths once again.

He lowered you onto your bed, never breaking the kiss. Once his hands were free, he hastily ran them up your thighs and under your skirt, pulling down your panties and discarding them. You felt his finger on the seam of your pussy, running between your lips and collecting the wetness there. You whined, bucking your hips again and begging him with your urgent kiss for more of his touch.

“Josh, I need it,” you sighed, a hint of defeat in your voice as your resolve completely crumbled just as he began circling your clit with his slick finger. “Oh, shit.”

“I know, love, I know,” he mocked you gently. “You need it so badly. Need me so badly.” you were nodded as he applied more pressure to his circles, the tight, hot coil in your belly becoming hotter and more dense, the pleasure building up as he continued his movements. “But I need something from you too.” you looked up at him as he stared at your neck, feeling your blood pounding in your veins, knowing he could see its pulse.

“Just try not to get any on my sheets.” was all you said, and Josh was already at your neck, biting down where your neck and shoulder met. You moaned as the weight of his body on top of yours pressed his clothed, hard cock against your exposed pussy. You ground against his crotch, feeling him grind back as he drank from you. “Fuck me,” you groaned, the sensation of him drawing your blood still new and different and somehow pleasurable. You felt Josh pull away, smirking. He looked down at you, your blood tinging his lips dark ruby red.

“With pleasure,” in a flash his belt and pants were undone, pushed down and he was stroking himself as he gazed at you again. You realized he was waiting for you to fully say yes, and you nodded, reaching out and pulling his hand off his cock, instead wrapping your own around it and pumping it teasingly before you gently led him down, placing the head against your cunt. He thrust his hips, rubbing through your slick folds before pressing into you with a hiss. You sighed contentedly, feeling him stretch your walls deliciously.

Josh barely gave you a moment to adjust to his size, beginning to pound into you at a rough pace, grabbing your hips and arching your body off the bed himself. Your breathing was inconsistent, you alternated between cries of pleasure and gasps of breath. You could feel small streams of cooling blood trickling down your shoulder and dripping onto your bed. Sheets be damned, at this point. All you cared about was the incredible pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck, I knew you were mine.” Josh ground out between grit teeth. He let go of your body, letting it flop back down onto the mattress, and bent down, grinding himself against you, making your bodies writhe together as he kissed you. “So perfect,” you whimpered underneath him as the coarse, trimmed hair at his pelvis scratched against your clit as his hips slid against yours. The push and pull of his dick feeling unbelievably amazing, you felt as if your entire body was vibrating. Your hands grabbed at his body, not being able to stay in one spot before you needed to feel another part of him. “Are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock, love.” Your mouth fell open, brows furrowing together as your orgasm overtook you. His name fell from your lips in the form of a prayer as he worked your through it, his thrusts rougher, sharper than before as he sought his own climax. You felt his release, the feeling of him filling you making you hum against his lips as he kissed you one more time.

When he pulled away he pressed his lips to the bite mark, his tongue lapping at the punctures to clean and heal the wounds. Josh untangled himself from your limbs. You would’ve helped, but everything in your body felt boneless, you felt like you were made of jelly. He smirked at your limp body, pulling up his boxer briefs and pants before kneeling back on the bed. He reached forward, tugging down the front zipper of your bustier top and letting it fall open.

You half expected him to begin touching you again, but he merely pulled your arms through the straps and pulled it out from under you, tossing it to the floor and grabbing the oversized t-shirt you had been in before changing. He lifted your body up, pulling it over your head and down your body before shimmying your tight skirt down your legs. He sat at the end of the bed, deftly undoing the clasps of your shoes and tossing them away as well.

Josh left the room, and you felt a pang of despair. You cursed yourself for letting him back in, he was just going to leave again. Going through your self-deprecating thoughts, you missed the bathroom sink running, until he came in with a warm washcloth, wiping at your neck softly before folding the towel and cleaning up between your legs. He went back into the bathroom to put the towel away, and came back, shuffling you in the bed and getting you comfy before pressing a kiss to your forehead. When he straighten up, your arm shot out from under the covers, hand clasping his wrist. Josh looked at you, slightly shocked at your speed in your fucked out state.

“Stay?” you asked, not caring how pathetic you felt or sounded at this point. “At least for a little?” Josh pursed his lips, glancing at the clock and out the window before nodding. He kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed next to you, fully clothed, and rested back against the headboard. You didn’t have the energy to say thank you, instead you curled your body up next to his, allowing yourself to fall asleep.

There’s nothing but darkness. You can hear the leaves of the mighty tree shaking in the wind, but cannot see them. Fear is the only feeling you recognize as the wind whips around you, feeling like it’s tugging on your hair, your clothes; pushing and pulling you in any direction it can. The piercing screams and screeching are so loud you think they’re in your head only, and you clap your hands over your ears, trying to lessen the blow. Tears ran down your face, helpless and cold. You crumpled to the ground, on your knees, sobs racking your body as you felt like you would never escape this dark hell.

“Awaken,”

You looked around fruitlessly in the dark, trying to spot where the voice came from. It was smooth as honey, even in tone and low, though it was undoubtedly a female’s voice calling over the screaming wind.

“Awaken, child.”

“Who are you?!” you cried over the wind. “What do you want?!”

“Awaken!”

Your eyes snapped open, staring at the wall in front of your bed. Your breathing was heavy and you realized you were already sitting up. Looking next to you, Josh was staring at you, a deep concern creasing his forehead, eyes worriedly darting around you. You heard a clatter in the room, and turned your head towards it, expecting to see Jameson having knocked something over. Instead, in the far corner, there was a dark shadow, lingering and swirling around like in your dream. You froze, and you slowly reached over, touching Josh’s leg with your hand in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Do you see that?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

“I do.” Josh’s voice sounded uncertain. “Stay still, love.” Josh gently removed your hand from his leg before getting up, and going towards the shadow. You almost jolted forward to grab him, to stop him from getting any closer, but willed yourself to stay still. He began speaking low, lower than you’d heard his voice before, in a language you couldn’t place. The shadow swirled angrier, like in your dreams, and you could hear a faint high pitched wailing coming from it as Josh’s voice became louder, holding up a hand towards the shadow. Josh was near shouting, and finally the swirling mass shot through the room, out the closed window and into the night, leaving a gust of wind that blew things around your room and smelled like ash.

“What was that, Josh?” you asked, finally finding your voice again. Josh ignored you, going to your closet and drawing the doors open, rummaging as you watched him, until he found what he was looking for. He dragged your suitcase out of the closet and tossed it on the empty space on the bed, grabbing an armful of clothes from the closet and tossing them in.

“You can’t stay here anymore.” he shook his head. “I can’t let you stay here.”

“Let me? This is my apartment.” you scoffed. “What was that thing Josh? And why do I keep dreaming of it?” Josh paused, glancing at the crystal around your neck then to your eyes.

“I had hoped the selenite would work, but obviously crystals are just rocks.” Josh huffed, going to your dresser and opening a few drawer, taking handfuls of panties and sock, and tossing them in the suitcase, then grabbing a few pairs of pants. “That’s the last time I listen to Samuel about that shit.”

“Josh!” you grabbed his hands, forcing him to stop and look at you. “Will you tell me what’s happening? Please?”

“I’ll explain in the car, I promise. But we can’t risk it coming back and bringing friends, okay? We have to go. We’ll come back for the rest of your stuff later, but let’s go.” He zipped up your suitcase and tossed you a pair of jeans he’d grabbed from the drawer that didn’t fit, and you began putting them on.

“What about my cat?” Josh stopped, looking at you as if you had a third head. “Josh, I’m not leaving my cat behind if that thing is dangerous and may come back.”

“Fucking humans and their pets.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Go get the mongrel, but if it ruins the upholstery in my car, I’m throwing it out the window.” you rolled your eyes, going into the closet yourself and grabbing your cat carrier, going out to the living room and looking for Jameson. You finally found him under the couch, and pried him from the hiding spot, placing him in the carrier with a few treats and zipping it shut, grabbing a few cans of food from the cupboard for him and tossing them in a bag.

“Okay, you have your cat, let’s go.” Josh ushered you out of the apartment once you’d gotten your purse and wallet together. You secured Jameson’s carrier in the back seat of the Escalade, and were surprised that Danny wasn’t in the drivers seat waiting for Josh the whole time. But it was Josh who climbed into the drivers seat, clutching the wheel and shaking his head as you buckled in. The late night was giving way to early mornings indigo hues, and Josh peeled away from the curb once you were secured. It was deathly silent in the car until he got on the highway, heading towards his estate. He tapped on the screen in the Escalade, bringing up a contact list and pressing on a number.

“Hullo?” a groggy voice answered, “I was just about to fall asleep, Josh.”

“Stay up, Jacob, wake up Samuel and find Daniel.”

“For what?” Josh’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he swallowed thickly.

“Edric is back."

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braindead94 · 8 months

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Class dismiss part 2

Holy cats, sorry for the late post. Heres the second part of Class dismiss. The rest is on my AO3 under the same name.

TW: mentions of violence, unwanted touches, denying orgasm, Doc getting *very* handsy ;)

You blinked your dry eyes against the oncoming wind as you were carried by Otto and his actuators stomped across the campus, one still wrapping around Miles Warren. You watched as the passersby screamed and ran away as Doc Ock actuators stomped over the pavement. You watched on as he made his way to the clock tower and climbed up it’s rusty colored brick walls.

“Let us roost here for the time being. I have a feeling we wouldn’t get very far on foot with all the ruckus we’ve made.” Said Ock in a casual manner as one would say parking near a coffee shop. He then lifted you up to the window of the clock tower and finally let you go out of his tight hold. You stumbled onto the floor, trying to gather your spider-senses (which was still screaming at you) and you looked around as Otto came in with Dr.Warren.

In the middle of the huge room was the bronze bell that will eventually be turned off now that people would see Doc Ock have put up camp here. The room was barren aside from a few cobwebs with the decor of old wooden floors and rusty red of exposed bricks. On one wall lay a wooden door, a possible escape, something that gave you a clearer focus on the matter at hand until an actuator shot out and crunched the door handle into a ball.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit!’ Was all you could think as you turned to see Octavius strolling in like he owned the place while his metal arms laid the older man onto the ground. He quickly looked to the other side of the room to look at the other window, peering out. His face looked stoic while his actuator then turned their attention towards you.

You scooted back as they ascended onto you, their claw heads tilting like curious dogs and leering like hungry lions. “G-get away from me!” You yelled at them, resisting your body reaction to punch each of them away from you like many times before then just crawl back down to the ground. Fuck, this was torturing! You should have changed into Spider-Girl already! You should have been fighting against this overgrown octopus's man minutes ago!

The man in question finally returned his attention to you, thus making his arms to perk up and almost withdrawn back to him. His ‘friendly’ smile returned to his plump cheeks; his glasses glinted in the sunrays that managed to peek into the clock window. “I apologize for them my dear, but it’s not every day that they get to kidnap a pretty young lady.”

Your body almost crumbled after those words. Your cheeks are heated up in the color of pink. ‘Wha…’ . “Um….” “Here, let us help you up.” One arm wrapped around your torso and lifted you up then carried you closer to its creator. You could only look back into your small reflection in Otto glasses as he leaned back a bit. One arm swirled around into a makeshift chair for him, and he sat, his height still an inch taller than you from his stance.

“Now that we have some time on our hands, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” he asked as if this was an interview. You blinked your dry eyes before looking away from his attractive face and down at the ground while fiddling with your fingernails. ‘Act scared, act demeanor like a mouse or something. Need to stall him until actual help comes in.’ You kept thinking.

One of the actuators, wirrering impatient for your answer, reached down and took your lanyard again. “Hey!” You shouted but could only be dragged forward as another examined your press badge. The thick eyebrows raised up as if he was the one reading it. “Ah, you work for the Daily Bugle?” “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. Really stuttering, not fake as you would do. Gah! Is this how Superman feels as Clark Kent?!

He smirked, dropping your badge and letting it fall back to your stomach. “Ah, so you are a reporter. Excited to take this golden opportunity to ask me some personal questions?” You shook your head no, now looking at your fingers. Shoot, it's time to start clipping them again. “No, I-I’m one of their photographers.” From the corner of your eye, you spotted one of the actuator claws slithering in your view as if trying to see your face. You turned your head away from it, only to accidentally show your bandaged side.

“And what happened here?” He asked, his baritone voice pitched high with concern as a gloved hand gently gripped your chin.

You inhale as he pulls you closer to him between his knees as he examines your cheek. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him. “A small token from one of your daily assignments? Taking pictures of Spider-Girl, are we?” Your knees nearly buckled how this was happening, your mind going in a frenzy as you tried to think up something but your mouth beat you to it.

“Yes, that’s my job. I t-take pictures of her a lot.” He hummed as an eyebrow raised in question, though not fully believing in your sentence. “Is that all you do? It must be very hard to get a good shot at her. Heh, Lord knows how my arms have tried to grab her.” He chuckled. His thumb smoothed over the medical cover up before he turned your head to look at your other side. His smile was warm as he finally let go of your chin, but not before patting your uninjured cheek softly.

“Well, hopefully that won't leave a scar. You have such a lovely face, you know?” You blushed hard. This was soooooo different then what he normally acts around you as Spider-Girl, where he was all boastful, cruel and always pissed off at every turn you make. Threatening you and everyone near you with death or life altering disabilities. Here, he’s more polite, treating this like he did back then in the lab. Fuck, he’s even flirting. He never did that-up until that goddamn kiss.

“Y-y-you must say-say that to all-all your-your hos-hos…” Your mouth felt full of cotton as you tried to play off his flattery, but you couldn’t form the words.

You never imagine just how vulnerable you felt without your suit until now.

He chuckled again, seemingly amused how you act but picked up what you were trying to convey. “No, not every hostage I kidnap looks just as adorable as you are.” Your blinked as your skin turned redder while one actuator reached into his pocket in his trench coat and pulled out his *very* expensive looking phone. A little connector stuck out before it plugged itself into his phone.

“So, what brings you here? To take a few photos of Miles here?” You nodded. “Yes, one of my coworkers was-was an old friend of his and-and-” You were interrupted as you felt something cold and hard rubbing against your back. Like a cat rubbing it’s head against an arm. “Don’t mind Larry, he’s very affectionate.”

You blinked at him. “Wait, they have names?” His smile then showed teeth, his body turned excited like he’s been waiting for someone to ask him about his actuators. “They do. They each have their own personalities. Like Larry behind you is very emotional. He tends to act on urges rather than, well, reason. And Harry here,” the bottom actuator on his right lifted it’s head in greeting. “He’s more stoic than the rest. More grounded, I might say.”

The top left one shoved itself to your face and you flinched away from its bright light. “Moe there are more curious of the bunch, aren't cha buddy?” It let out an odd chirp and its prongs spun around. The last actuator stayed close to the scientist's head; his phone still plugged in. “Last but not least is Flo. She is my right-hand man, so to speak. If they start to argue with each other, she puts a stop to it.”

You stare at the metal arms, how they weave in the air and clack their claws occasionally. Otto talked about them as if they were his own flesh and blood. Your mind reeled back to all the fights you’ve had, rethinking how each of his actuators acted around you. ‘Now some things are starting to make sense.’ You think, as your interest peaked up. More questions arouse in your head before you remember your situation.

Otto hummed again and shifted in his chair; his face drawn as if he was trying to remember something. “Have we met before? I think I know you, but I just can’t put my finger on it.” You froze again. ‘Crap, what do I say? Do I lie? Can I get away from lying?’ Your fingers fiddle again before reaching a conclusion. ‘It was only a school trip, what use would he have from that encounter?’

“Ye-yes… um, do you remember-around 5 or 6 years ago, my newspaper club visited Oscorp for the day. I kinda barged into your lab to plug in my camra-” He slapped his knee as his face lit up in recognition. “Yes that’s right! I remember now! We actually have a clipping of that article from your school in the break room, thanks to Mesha.” His smile faded a bit as he looked off of you for a second. “I wonder if it’s still up there.”

Flo let out a mini series of chirps and brings, Octavius eyebrows lifted up a bit before he changed his sitting position into a thinking one. After an awkward minute of silence (Larry was back to rubbing against your back, fully distracting you from planning an escape) before he nodded to Flo and she lowered back to his pocket, then tilted her head and lifted it up again.

“My apologies, I was just telling her about something.” “Wait- you can talk to them-can they speak?” He smiled, not a polite or a fake one you’ve seen him use for other encounters, but a genuine one. “You know, for a photographer, you do ask an awful lot of questions. Trying to become an interviewer instead?”

You shook your head, realizing how more at ease he was making you feel. ‘Wow, what is happening?’ “No sir-” “Please,” He grasped your hands with his gloved ones as an old friend would do. “Call me Otto. How are you really doing? I hope life has been kinder to you than to an old man like me.”

“Well…. as you can see, I work at the Daily Bugle. I take photos and…. Um…” Your mind returned back to your thoughts about your daily life as yourself and immediately felt ashamed for not having the most exciting ‘normal’ life. Flo mechanical werr turned into a questioning tone and you saw a brief flashes on the phone.

Octavius reached for it and looked at the screen. “Hold on, you took these photos? I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before but seeing these,” He held it up to your hands and you gently took it and glanced at it. It was a collection of all of the pictures you’ve taken as Spider-Girl on the Bugle website.

“It looks incredible! How did you manage to take them? Is that what happened yesterday with that birdbrain who calls himself a genius?” “You mean Vulture? Yeah, I… got a bit too close to the action.” You didn’t lie, you were too close to Tooms. When you punched his stupid face-

His face of friendliness turned into a look of concern as he put the phone away while Larry pushed you closer until Otto placed his hands on your cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed as Moe gently took his sunglasses off. You saw his big eyes actually looked worried, darting from your eyes to your cheek again. “How are you not dead from all those encounters? Do you ever fear for your life?”

Your mouth went slack as soon as he touched your face. His hands were so gentle, cradling your head. Soooooooo vastly different from when he threw punches at you, hitting your sides with a pipe when he got a chance or something equally as damaging. ‘Why-why is he so fucking worried about me? What did I do to make him act this way?’ “We-well, yeah but somebody’s gotta do it-” “It doesn't make it right for you to put your own life at risk just for one take. How on Earth do you ever get so close to it all? Is that pest of an arachnid aware of your endeavors?”

‘Well, okay then.’ You shifted your feet only to stand still when you felt a cold actuator worm around your bare legs. ‘What do I say now?! “I-I-I can’t disclose that information.” You stutter out without thinking.

That got him to sit up straighter, his curious expression was back on again as his teeth peeked from his small smile. “Oh? Are you in contact with her?”

‘FUCK!!’

You started to wiggle in their grasp.“Pl-please just l-l-let me go-go.” You whimpered while raising your hands over his huge, gloved hands to pry them away off your face. He did so, but still looked on at you with that ever-thinking look. Larry, however, did not let you go but Moe decided to hover closer to your face with a tilted claw.

“It’s…. Really embarrassing… she had saved me a bunch of times. I-I’m just good at… my job.” You explained, looking down. You try to shove or at least push the offending actuator out of your face.

He didn’t say anything. His face became stoic as his eyes looked at your shivering form. Your gut clinched in fear as your spider-sense started to buzz a bit. In your state of mind, it dawned on you that he might already suspect you being Spider-Girl. He does have 4 other minds that could suggest that to him already. What would happen if he found out while you were stuck here?

Goddamn it, when will you learn to lie better?!

Otto finally smiled and his body relaxed a bit along with your spider-sense almost dissipated. Almost, and that still kept you on edge. “Very well, keep your secrets, my dear. I understand the importance of ones job.” Larry released your legs while Flo placed his phone into his pocket.

Your eyes darted to her as she raised up. ‘Wait, what is he planning? Why isn’t he planning an escape? Is he waiting for something? Or someone?’ “Well, what about your family? How are they?”

You blinked, now focused on your never-ending questions about this whole ordeal. “My Uncle Lenny is fine. It’s just me and him against the world.” “Oh? No parents? I’m sorry-” ��Don’t be,” Taken aback how genuine sorry he sounded, you explained. “They are total assholes who didn’t want to have kids yet just… popped me out and-well, treated me like a toy or something. Like an accessory or something.”

“That’s very disgusting and cruel of them. You must have an amazing uncle.” A real smile lighted up your face, a small one but still real as you thought about how Lenny took you in after CPS rescued you from an abandoned house at only the ripe age of 5.

He fed you, raised you, taught you important things about life or anything related to car fixings…

You felt Otto's hand under your chin again and your mind went pack to the present. He looked pleased when you looked back at him. “There we go, you look much better when you smile.”

That almost made you smile more, but your questioning kept you at arms. ‘When will the police come?! Why hasn’t he called a ride?!’

“A-are you waiting for something to happen? Are we just go-going to hang out here?” ‘What if he’s really going to kidnap Dr.Warren? What if he kidnaps me?!’ “Oh, I figured we just ‘hang loose up in the bell tower’. That’s what kids these days say, right?” He joked. Harry and Larry wirred, joining in with his joke. “Ye-yeah…” You glanced at the window, now only hearing a slight commotion. Then you felt your old phone buzzing in your skirt pocket.

Before you could react to it, Harry dove in and snatched it out. “HEY!” You yelled ratcheting out as he retreated back, your fingers just touching the metal arm when Moe wrapped himself around your chest and arms down.

“Please don’t-” You yelled before Flo clamped something soft onto your mouth. Your screams were muffled as you were slightly raised up in the air as Octavius accepted the phone. He took one look at the old, beat up flip phone before he glanced up at you with a ‘really’ look.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this type of phone. Your boss must not be paying you enough for an upgrade, isn’t he?” His baraton filled with amusement before he casually and a bit too hard flipped the phone open and answered it.

“Hello, Dr.Octavius speaking.” His voice changed from friendly to business-no, not really business… more like he was as Doc Ock. Sinister and callus. You try to move your arms outward but are once again reminded that you are not in your suit. And how painful the actuators are when they squeeze. “Oh, no I’m afraid that Miss.L/n is tied up at the moment,” He looked at you with the corner of his eye and gave you a wink.

You totally did not feel something in your belly. Nope.

The scientist stood up and slowly paced in the room. “Don’t worry, she’s alright as well as Miles Warren here. My demands? Well, for starters, I want a helicopter to be delivered here as our ride, along with a briefcase of a million dollars inside.”

He then walked over to a window, and you saw in a tiny peek that there was a huge crowd of people, students, teachers, even a few news crews were standing by. “I want it to be delivered in about…. 37 minutes.” ‘37 minutes? That’s a very odd specific time… What the fuck is he planning? Does he have a secret scheme going on? What else is happening on this campus?’ You think while looking back at the old man on the floor.

All he did was snore away. “No more, no less. I do believe there is an airport nearby that can spare one.” You heard the person on the other line arguing with him, nearly shouting at him that caused Otto to chuckle. Since you’ve gotten a bit closer, you would hear how familiar that angry voice sounded.

“Well then, perhaps you don’t need your pretty photographer.” Fear gripped your stomach when he looked back at you. His eyes were once again filled with enjoyment, but now joined in with the same look he had when he dared you to kiss him. Your spider-sense tingle again.

“Shame, I’ve seen her photos and I’ll even admit,” Moe brought you over to him, still gagged and wrapped in their metal coils. “She has a good eye for art.” He gave you a smile, more twisted than his friendly one, one where it showed teeth and his eyes glinted with a craving.

The voice on the other end let out a sigh and muttered something. That got Otto to smile wider as he raised a hand up and stroked your uninjured cheek. The spider-sense gently buzzed harder and you cursed again for not escaping to dress up as Spider-Girl when you had the chance.

“Wonderful. I’ll be ready for your generous offer. We’ll be waiting very anxiously for it to arrive.” With a click and a hard snap of the phone, he tosses it onto the wooden floor with no hesitation. “That was your boss at the other end. He sounds absolutely delightful to work for.” You only glared at him through your tilted glasses and some fallen hair strands.

“Oh come now, don’t give me that look. Not when we were having such a lovely conversation.” He said with a mockery hurt in his voice as he straightened your glasses before Flo removed your gag. You spat out leftover saliva to your side (don’t want to upset the great and powerful calamari here) as you try to keep up with the scared act. “Gah, I-I-I would be more grateful if-if you let me down now…..please.”

Otto hummed and eyed at the actuator who only tightened you in his grip a bit, causing you to grunt. “Sorry, it seems to me that Moe has also grown an attachment for you as well. Funny, they never liked another person this fast before.” His dark eyes glinted again at you. “You’ve really made a good impression on us.”

A shiver trickled up your spine like thousands of tiny spiders crawling up your back when he said ‘us’. You couldn't help but ask “Do you really hear their thoughts? Can they talk to you?” You remember reading about the thing that was supposed to stop that from happening… What was that called?!

“Did your accident have something to do with your… mind chip? Is that how you can hear them?” Octavius' eyebrows lifted up again, surprise and delight washed over his face. “Oh, so you’ve heard about that, huh. Well, the Neutral Inhibitor Chip is a small device that allows me to take full control over my actuators here.

“What I didn’t take into account was that their AI would adapt over time. They are very much like children, they grow as they learn about the world around them or from me. I would allow them to look into my past if they are curious enough about a certain part of myself.” He explained as he strolled around the bronze bell.

“Perhaps it was the electricity that changed them to be like that.” A dark look shadowed over his face as he looked on with a grim look in his eye. Not quite angry, but something else entirely wicked. “Perhaps I should thank Spider-Girl for helping create my beauties.”

Your spider-sense spiked up a bit before he turned back to you and it almost faded again, but not quite gone.

You remembered that day, you were just patrolling when you saw an ambulance pass by. You were Spider-Girl for only a few months and you already picked up on police activities fast. You saw his fusion collider was failing and you were quicker to stop it. You remember how Otto yelled at you to stay away from it, how he had it all under control. You didn’t listen, just followed your senses and pulled the plug.

In return, there was a spark of lighting that zapped around the room and hit the poor scientist square in the back. You looked over at him and noticed how his skin fused with his metal harness, how badly hurt he looked with the whites of his eyes nearly taking over his pupils and the lightning scars on his back.

Dr.Otto Octavius disappeared from the hospital that very same day and left a pile of doctors and nurses that were torn and split apart. Soon after, Doc Ock appeared and became a permanent super criminal on the Avengers list.

Guilt riddled your conscience. Fuck, you’ve forgotten how much he’s changed since from day you’ve first met him. ‘If only I looked for a better option, maybe I could have saved him from this life of crime. Maybe if he lets me just look at the chip, I can see how broken it really is and ask Reeds or Stark or someone smart to help fix him.’

“I’ve read about that day and… I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen.” You said, genuinely feeling sorry for him in both ways. He only looked back at you with a small smile and a huff. “I have no doubt she didn’t mean it, my dear girl. In fact-” You stopped him by blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Is your Inhiber chip still broken?” He blinked as all three actuators raised up to look you in the eyes while you felt Moe wrapped himself around you more. A sheet of sweat started to form on your forehead. “I-I mean, erm-if your-they are in your thoughts-not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing-but if you are just… hearing them all the time, wouldn’t it be so… annoying? Like, having four people talking in your head all the ti-time?”

Otto smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh while the actuators did a small twirl with their claws. He reached up to brush your stray hairs out of your face before landing on our cheek. “Dear Y/n, are you really worried about me? Thinking that I’m under control of MY actuators?” His tone was light but the question sounded threatening. Before you could retort, Moe lowered you on the ground and released you, but never backed off.

“Here,” He said, turning around. “Take a look and see how damaged it is.” Your heart pumped at how casual he is at turning your back. It only made you curse yourself for not changing into your spider suit and taking up this opportunity to tie him down. But this was as good as anything if it meant helping him.

You stepped up and, seeing just how fucking tall he is (again, that seemed to elude you) you raised yoursefl on your toes and craned your neck to look at his. Otto's dark brown hair mixed with red was in the way (a good thing too that it grew out into that fluffy look, that bowl haircut did NOT look good on him) so you rested your hands on his shoulder blades first to study yourself.

He let out a soft sigh and you remembered seeing a picture of the spinel of the harness and how it connects the wearer's own spine by injecting metal needles. ‘Fuck, I can see it through the thick ass coats he’s got on, isn’t he hot? Jesus, the man must be in agony from all of this. Wait, I could have hurt him from kicking his back. This man is constantly walking in pain!’ “Am-am I hurting you, Dr- sorry, Otto?”

“No my dear, it just feels good to have my back being massaged with human handst.” Harry pushed your elbow up, signaling you to continue to look at the chip. Flo rested on your shoulder, making you jump a bit but continued. You take advantage of it and raised your fingertips to brush aside his hair and pull down the back of his coat collar and see-

Your heart stopped beating as your eyes widened.

The air around you turned thin as your skin went cold.

There on the back of his neck, lay an unbroken, slightly grimy but still clean, pristine Inhibitor Chip.

All of those times where he stole from banks… all those times he threatens lives and have taken them… everything he’s planned against all the heroes in New York and against the world, all the single cruel and villainous things he’s done-

His actuators never corrupted his mind, he did it all with a clear head.

“Does that satisfy your answer, Y/n?” He asked, turning around to look down at you. You stepped back-at least trying to step back until Moe wrapped himself around you again, this time joined by Larry around your waist. Your heartbeat was pounding against your ribcage at this point, causing your body to react as if it was in danger.

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, calm the fuck down Y/n! They can read heartbeats! If they see yours, he’ll thin-’ “Is something wrong, my dear? Your heart rate is rising faster.” You looked up at him, who only looked back with a questioning look but still looked as if he knew the answer, now with tears almost peeking out of your eyes from the revelation.

The evil scientist stood with his hands in his pockets, collected, at ease. His handsome, black eyes bore into yours, in contrast of both friendliness and something dark lurking around the shadows. Like a wolf waiting.

Your mouth felt numb as you tried to talk back. “I-I-I-I’m just,” you wiggle in the actuator's embrace before continuing. “I just want to be put down. I’m n-n-not really comfortab-le-le like th-this…” You trailed off as he brushed through your hair again. He took a moment to think as he eyed Moe and Larry, maybe talking with his metal helpers before he shook his head no. “I apologize for your discomfort, but they just really like holding onto you. A bit like… holding a teddy bear.”

“But you-you can control them, right?” Desperation riddled your voice, your eyes darting around the place to focus on, to think of a way out. “Can’t you just-” the actuators started to hum, their inner workings vibrating with a gentle warmth growing from them. Ottos smile grew a bit when the sound filled the air. “There now, doesn’t that feel better? It works wonders for my back and, heh, some other activities.” He whispered with a dark tone.

You bit your upper lip to hold in the whimpers in your voice, your brows furrowed in concentration as the warmth spread throughout your body, lulling you into feeling good. Feeling loose, feeling-

‘Oh no, please don’t….’ Your thighs rubbed together, just between your legs, you felt something slick in your underwear. ‘Shit, I canNOT be turned on, FUCK!’ Your cheeks blushed with humiliation as you turned your head away but Octavius grabbed your chin to turn it back to him. Moe and Larry brought you closer to him as an offering while he and the other two looked on like leering vultures.

That bastard looked at you now with a changed look, his huge eyes glinted in the same look he had before with a wicked smile showing teeth. Back when he kissed you as Spider-Girl

“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” You held in a whine as sweat trickled down your neck. He continued on. “Try all your might to not answer, but my actuators can pick up heart rates and heat signatures.” His face loomed closer to yours until his lips grazed your ear. “And you, my dear, are just radiating with heat.”

You felt his other hand land on your lower back, gently rubbing it in small circles. Moe and Larry started to squeeze and unsqueeze with precise practice over your most sensitive parts that almost made you gasp for air, especially when Larry wrapped himself more around your waist and hips. Otto chuckled before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Still denying yourself to let go? Don’t be ashamed, red looks so alluring on you.”

You blinked your eyes shut, refusing to let your panic go and use your super strength to pry yourself out of this-this weird bondage and swing away. A moan was finally let out in a soft whisper, but you felt the scientist smile against your face.

“There we go, come on darling. Don’t be shy, no one will hear you. Well, no one of importance at the moment.” His lips trailed up to your lips, and your head jerked back with remembrance from last time. “N-no! Please, Otto-sir- I don’t-” Otto didn’t let you finish before his plump lips devoured yours. You shut your eyes as pleasure grew in your core while you felt your glasses taken off from Flo. His hands held your head softly as he deepened the kiss.

This was so much different than the last time. When he let you control it and went along with it. Now, he kisses as if you were the last woman on earth. His tongue slipped between your lips and dominated yours, sucking on your bottom lip with his teeth.

This was becoming too much, as your body began to wiggle in a frenzy, only for the actuators to tighten their hold on you. He finally broke away and looked down at you leaving you gasping for air. Your spidey-senses were now screaming, yelling with hysteria as his eyes bored into yours.

“P-P-Please stop this, Otto. Pl-please let me go.” You pleaded. Fuck trying to act brave or pretend to be scared, this was getting too real. He only shook his head no again as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. “Oh how could I when my sweeties have grown to like you. They tell me how much they want you with us, and I’m inclined to agree with them.”

Your heart beated in terror. “Bu-but you pro-promised-” “I never specify that I’ll give up BOTH of you, did I? And besides, how could I possibly deny them what they want?” You felt the bottom actuator-Harry claw pincers tenderly scratching your scalp as hairstyles would do. It would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t done by a machine. Or up here in the bell tower. Or being held by Octavius.

One of his hands hovered over his trusty actuators and over where your front of your skirt was. Larry parted so his gloved fingers grazed over the fabric freely, right at your crotch level. You whined (for him to stop or from WANTING him to continue on, you didn’t know) “I think we have just enough time to turn this little meeting into a fun activity-” He froze, his face became blank before he turned around in the bell room.

Flo was stretching out to peering over the window and making little or few noises. Immediately Larry and Moe released you and you plopped to the ground, but not before you were wrapped in his arms again. Your body was still in the fucking hot haze, nearly making you weak in the knees if Otto wasn’t hold you up.

The rest of the actuators raised up in a pose like a striking snake, ready for an attack as they looked on at the window Flo was at. Still feeling breathless from what Octavius was going to do, and to keep your secret identity in check, all you could so was stare haplessly in his arms wrapped around you as you try to see what the fuck was up with them.

“I’m afraid it’s no use to hide anymore, Sue. Might as well show yourself and surrender if you like.” Said Octavius, now more like Doc Ock. Your nerves nearly collapsed in relief as Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman appeared walking from the window in her shiny, blue uniform. She only stares at your captive with a hardened glare and yet mixed with sadness inside her bright blue eyes.

You looked at her with a hidden smile as you remembered meeting her for the first time as a herol, amazed at this beautiful woman with small laughing lines and gray strands that made her blond hair pop out more. She was kind and welcoming when you (accidentally) crashed your villain of the week into FF headquarters. While you didn’t show your real face to them, you did become buddy-buddy with The Human Torch.

“Otto, let's not do this. You are better than this.” Said Sue as she walked towards you two. Immediately, Larry whipped out to Dr.Warren (you cursed yourself for forgetting about him as you were too busy being manhandled by Mr.Eight arms) and widened his claws to let out a sharp knife out and posed over his sleeping, snoring body.

She stopped, eyeing at the sleeping doctor before looking at you, warmth radiating from them. “It’s going to be okay, honey. I promise you’ll go home safe tonight.” Otto chuckled with his famous dark tone in his voice as his flesh arms tighten over your waist and torso. “Ah yes, ‘promise’. How did that work out with the last one your team had? Oh, I forgot to ask, how is your husband doing? I can’t imagine the state of his mind after losing that poor girl. Tell me, did you deliver the news to her parents or did he have to?”

Sue's eyes narrowed at him as her loose, blonde hair rippled as you felt her second power becoming activated. “Let. Them. Go. Octavius. I will not repeat myself the second time.” She said with the deadliest voice you’ve ever heard her use with a sneer on her face.

Larry looped himself around your legs but never tightened, showing her what he was capable of. Your breathing becomes faster, now knowing how the hostages you’ve saved over the years felt in the arms of a villian.

God this was humiliating!

“And what will you do, dear Stormy, if I don't comply with your request?” She just stood there but whipped out a force disk out of the window and it let out a sickening pop. He looked confused before Moe let out a squeak and he shoved you out of the way.

You fell on the wooden floor as heat began to fill in the room. “Hey hey hey! Who ordered the pizza with extra spicy pepperoni?” Your face lit up as you heard the familiar voice behind you. You turned to see Johnny hovering near Otto and his actuators curling around him protectively. He did not look amused. “Ah, brilliant move on your part. Burn the college beloved bell tower and ruin what’s left of your ‘shiny’ image.” Was all he said with a deadpan voice.

The man on fire turned to you and gave you a wink. “Sorry I didn’t get here fast enough, but wanna go out later? I know I’m on fire, but I can still hit your hydrant.” You gaufed at his stupid pick up line (and definitely not falling for this dork). You’ll have to look up some fire related pick-up lines to get back at him later.

Doc Ock sneered at Johnny and two of his actuators lashed out at him, punching him out of the tower. You watched on when you felt something smooth and cool underneath you. Looking down you saw that Sues force-thingie had raised you up. You looked back up at her as she did the same for Miles. “It’s okay, I’m just going to lift you up into the air and back to the ground. Just close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.” She said in her famous motherly tone.

You nodded okay as you were both lifted out of the room and into the fresher air. Looking down immediately, you saw a huge crowd, looking on with widened eyes and holding up phones (that was probably live streaming everything) being blocked by the crowd blockers and other cops, while most of the said cops were standing at the base of the tower.

There were also a few EMTs who jumped at the chance to examine any damages on you. You were about to let them until you remember your hidden cuts from Vulture was still healing (and also did NOT want them to find out how close you were to…er, ecstasy) so you deny them from their open help, directing all of their medical attention on Dr.Warren, who was just sleeping.

Cool, now to get your damn suit on!

You pushed past the cops who tried to tell you to stay put and calm down after facing a “traumatizing experience”. Oh it was traumatizing, but probably not what they think of. Robbie called out from the crowd and to your relief when you saw him, he held your backpack with both arms.

He explained to the officers he was a friend and will take care of you, wanting to take you far away from this area as soon as possible. A slew of people ran up to you and asked you a bunch of questions, mainly what it like was being kidnapped by Doc Ock, if he revealed his plans, or if his arms were actually alive or machine. One student yelled out if he was as hot close up as he was in the pictures.

You wanted to smack him upside the face for that.

Robbie just shoved them out of the way while guiding you further away from the bell tower. You could still hear the fighting taking place behind you, growing fainter and fainter as the black reporter managed to sneak you into a building where more students came rushing out.

There was a speaker going on, announcing a fight had begun on campus and had everyone evacuate the premises. That causes you to raise an eyebrow. ‘Why is Robbie taking me into a building? It is a shortcut to his car-wait, why do I want to go to his car when Johnny and Sue need help?’ You pondered as he stopped in the middle of a hallway.

“Okay, Y/n, I’m going to make another call to John and tell him that you're safe.” He handed you your backpack. With a wave of renewed energy of adrenaline, you grabbed the pack and was about to pull away when the middle-age man placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Looking into his soulful eyes, which was filled with concern and… also a secret knowledge about something. “Why don't you go destress in that room over there? And don't worry about your equipment, I’ve checked inside to see if your camera was safe.”

With a sharp inhale, your eyes widen as you put two and two together. All Robbie did was give you a soft smile and continued “Your camera is undamaged, but I think you need some time to ‘modify’ your outfit before going back out there. I think Spider-Girl is going to make an appearance soon.”

You couldn’t help it, but your body was shaking as a feeling of a great weight was lifted off your shoulders. As in part of you was relieved from something stressful. You nodded, trying not to cry, and also wanting to give him a great big hug as you stepped back. “And when this is all over, I’m still treating you to that shake and burgers later.”

You laughed, it was haughty and filled with ease as you turned to dart away into the room he said (which was a closet) and quickly began to change. ‘Holy shit, holy shit-I-wow! Oh my god!’ was running through your mind as you swapped out your casual clothing and changed into your (very smelly) suit with record timing. You praised your past self for packing extra underwear incase of periods.

Thoughts of thanking him over and over again kept your body shaking at the notion that he knew who you were. Ecstatic was the word, now grateful that at least another person in this world knows of your secret and it’s the person who you trust.

If only it was that easy to tell Uncle Lenny…..

With a exhale, you slipped on the mask and stepped out as Spider-Girl, ready to take on Doc Ock….. that you’ve kissed on the lips the last time you’ve met him as Spider-Girl-fuck.

“Spider-Girl! Thank God you’re here!” Said Robbie with the most exaggerated surprise you’ve ever heard someone say. Turning to look at him, you made a dramatic ‘hero’ pose with hands on your hips and said with a deep voice. “Yes, indeed! I am here! Now, show me where the danger is!” He almost laughed at how fucking ridiculous you sounded, just muffled it away with his hand and pointed to the door.

With a jolt of adrenaline rushing through your veins again, you stepped out to run to the door, to the outside, to where Ock was fighting and….

You paused when you rethink his whole ‘scheme’. Robbie walked up beside you with confusion on his face. “Hey, is something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head as you talked out loud. “It’s not like him, you know? To just-barge into a college where he just kidnaps Miles and a random woman and hunkers down in the bell tower. He had plenty of time to run away-fuck! He could have gotten a getaway driver ready for him!

“This isn’t like Octavius' genius level of thinking, this is just plain stupid!” You crossed your arms to think, almost started to pace. “Like-like, he did all of this and for what? All this did was having class canceled, creating damage and causing a disturbance in the whole damn place! Like a TikTok prankster who hurts people for clout!”

Something clicked. “Wait, he’s doing this for attention…” Robbie's eyes widen, nodding along with you. “But from what, exactly? What else is going on in this school?” He wondered. You looked around the empty hallway, thinking that there must be some sort of clue until you noticed a bulletin board filled with colorful pages with todoring for hires, massage from clubs and-

You looked closer at one blue paper that was nearly hidden away. “No way…” You ripped it out and looked at it closer.

On it read,

“To all the scientists club members, please remember to wear protective gear to the next meeting. We will be dealing with a rare and *extremely* valuable project that will be part of the following classes as follow-”

You stopped reading and patted your pockets until you remembered your old flip phone was still in the bell tower.

After being thrown onto the ground.

And probably getting flamed on as well.

“Fuck-Robbie! Look up what the science club is looking into-” “I’m on it!” He said you turn to see him already typing away on his phone. “Ohhhhkay, got it! They are conducting an experiment on an old meteorite that landed years ago in 1998, called it Petes meteorite. Cute. A chunk of it was gifted to this school as is rumored to have some hidden elements of-I can’t pronounce that word, damnnit.”

Thinking back to Otto when Flo was going through his phone, it dawned on you. “He’s a distraction while he has someone stealing it for him! Tell the police!” You yelled as you sprinted off.

Only to walk back to the board and look to see if there was a map of the campus, reading it, THEN sprinting off to the club.

It only took you a minute to run around campus (and forcing yourself to ignore how much the fighting got, and along with people calling out to you) and find the building where the meteorite was. As expected, it was empty when you barged in. Looking around, you saw the room where the club held thanks to a metal sign engraved onto a wall and ran inside.

Only to see two metal men holding up a rock inside a thick dome.

“Oh hey! You’ve found my pet rock! I’m so sorry, Rocky likes to wander off sometimes.” You called out as you webbed it out of their hands and into yours. They started to yell out obscenities and pulled out guns attached to their armor but you only shot out gobs of sticky webs that will make it a NIGHTMARE to get out of their suits.

Well, maybe for the police or whoever’s in charge. You held the dome with one hand as you-damn it, you forgot about your old phone. Shit. Wait- “Hey! Do you mind if I use your phone really quickly? I have to call in a friend.” You asked, not really taking in their answer as you snatched one of their belts off and going through the pockets.

“Thank you so much. I know it’s not like me to just use someone elses phone, but I lost mine, you see and-oh damn dude, you didn’t even put in a password? If you ever get out of this whole thing, you NEED to put in a password, that shit will save your ass in the future.” You chatted, ignoring how the mans eyes glared daggers into your masked face while you dialed Johnny.

“Wait, you memorized someone's phone number? How old are you, Spider bitch?” Asked the second man in the metal suit with way too many skulls on it. “Same age as my tongue and older than my teeth.” All that did was made him look super confused, but you paid him no mind.

You waited for a bit, silently tapping your foot to break the silence until the Human Torch answered. “Heeeeyyyy now's not a good time, dude! I’m trying to fry up some calamari but Ocks arms are surprisingly heat resistant, and are stranger than I thought it would be-” “Yeah, I know hotstuff, I told you before how strong those fuckers are. Liston, What he’s doing is fake. He’s only a distraction while he hires these-who are you guys?”

“We’re the Metal men.” You blinked at them before going back to the conversation. “He hired these dudes who ripped off DC heroes' names to steal a meteorite with hidden properties. I have it right here, so if you wanna tell him that I got Pete, he’ll know he's finished.”

“Wait, who's Pete?”

“The rock-trust me he’ll know.” You hear Sue yelling at Johnny to stop talking on the phone but he just yelled at Doc Ock about you holding Pete. There was a brief moment of silence on everyone's part before you heard Otto yelled out something in rage before something exploded.

“What the-are you guys okay?!” You yelled, walking over to the doors (and making the ‘metal men’ straining to hear more of what’s going on). Johnny replied with a loud coughing. “We-we’re fine, but he dropped a bomb on us. A smoke bomb, like really smelly-” You hear him puking as Sue yelled out to the crowd if they saw where Doc Ock ran off too.

Somehow, no one saw him….

#alfred molina #fanfic #doc ock #otto octavius #minors dni #Handsy #Doctor Octopus #Dark #ao3 fanfic

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Cat and Mouse Game - Fred Weasley

Title: Cat and Mouse Game Pairing: Fred x fem!reader Warnings: NSFW, mentions of masturbation, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, unprotected sex A/N: I have a lot of feelings about Fred Weasley and very few of them are innocent. This is like 95% filth with some fluff thrown in at the end because I love Fred Weasley and he’s my only source of serotonin.

Tags: @tonksichu

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They’ve been playing the same game of cat and mouse since their Hogwarts days. They’d take turns leaving flirty notes for the other to find, grabbing the other’s hand under the table at dinner, pulling the other into a dark corridor for a few minutes of stolen kisses. Not much has changed between them since then, although their games are far less innocent.

“Mail’s here!” Verity calls from somewhere in the shop.

Fred doesn’t move a muscle, his focus completely taken up by the potion he’s stirring in front of him. He and George have been working on a new product for weeks, a candy infused with truth serum that only lasts for one question – the perfect addition to any game of truth or dare. They had planned on launching it next week, but they’re still having problems getting the formula of the truth serum just right.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself when a puff of black smoke rises out of the cauldron. “Too much dandelion root.” He shoves himself away from his desk, stalking over to the sink so he can start over again. He’s so focused on scrubbing that he doesn’t hear George come in.

“Not going well, eh?” George asks, chuckling when Fred drops the cauldron, clearly startled by his brother’s sudden presence.

“I’m going to make you wear a bell for Merlin’s sake. You scared the shit out of me,” Fred groans, picking the cauldron back up. He rinses it one more time before stalking back to his desk. He’s about to start working again, when he notices that George is still standing in front of him. “Did you need something? Or are you just gonna stand there to annoy me?”

George smiles at his brother. Partially because he finds his frustrated demeanor amusing, but mostly because it’ll annoy Fred further. “Oh, I just popped in to bring you your mail.”

Fred rolls his eyes, getting back to work. “Just put it in the tray, I’ll get to it later.” He gestures lazily to the incoming work tray on the corner of his desk, which has started to pile up. He’s going over his notes so he can adjust the amount of dandelion root for the fifth time, when George shoves a letter into his line of vision.

“Actually, dear brother of mine I think you’ll notice that this particular letter requires your immediate attention,” George snickers. He drops the letter on the desk, and with a waggle of his fingers he’s gone.

Fred had only gotten a glimpse of the envelope, but as soon as George has closed the door behind him he pushes his work aside to pick it up. He recognized Y/N’s delicate writing immediately, he had become quite familiar with it during their time together at school.

In fact, he’s been waiting for this letter for the past three weeks. That’s how it is with them. One of them is the aggressor while the other waits for the next letter, waits for the details of their next meeting. It had been Fred’s turn to wait, and wait he had. Most nights he found himself laying in bed, hand around his hard cock thinking about the things he and Y/N had gotten up to during their last rendezvous.

That’s the one thing he truly misses about his days back in school, how easy it was for him to force her hand when he was tired of waiting. He knew her too well, knew how to get under her skin. Whenever he missed the feeling of her hand in his, or when he had nearly forgotten what the inside of her mouth tastes like it was all too easy to get her to make her move. All it took was some innocent flirting during breakfast, usually with Angelina Johnson, and by lunch time there would be a note in Y/N’s delicate scrawl detailing their next meeting time and place on his pillow.

But now he truly has to wait for Y/N to need him. They had gone longer than three weeks before, but that had been during the war, when it was too dangerous to play their game. Fred knows that he could always break their little game, he could owl her any day and have her in his bed that night, but he enjoys the chase, it’s part of the fun.

His mind wanders as his fingers tear at the envelope, wondering which of their games Y/N had chosen for them, silently hoping she had chosen his favorite.

Sometimes their game was romantic. They’d meet at a fancy muggle restaurant, all dressed up. Fred would wine and dine her for hours before he’d take her back to his. Their sex was always slow and intimate. Fred would make sure she could feel all of him and wouldn’t stop until his name was dripping from her lips as she came. He’d kiss her slowly as he came insider her, wanting to feel as close to her as possible.

Other times, their game was quick and dirty. They’d meet at a hotel room in London and from the second the door was shut behind them they were all over each other. They’d both be naked in a matter of minutes, their hands roaming each other’s bodies and Fred’s mouth leaving marks on her wherever he can. Their sex was quick and hard, both of them usually on their lunch breaks. Often they came together, and Fred’s lips wouldn’t leave her skin until they were back on the bustling streets of London and parting ways to go back to their lives.

Fred’s favorite game by far was the perfect mix of the others. They’d meet at a muggle club, just a few minutes apart from each other. Fred would arrive first and grab a drink from the bar before settling at a table. When Y/N would enter they’d lock eyes, and the game would truly begin. Y/N would spend the evening doing as she pleases: drinking, dancing, and most importantly, flirting. Fred would watch her from his spot, jealousy and arousal building up in his stomach. He’d let her push it and just as some unsuspecting muggle is trying to get her to leave with him, Fred would swoop in and remind her just who she belongs too. Their first round is quick and dirty, usually in the toilets of whatever club they happen to be at. Then he’d apperate them back to hers, and they’d spend the rest of the evening tangled in the sheets of her bed, kissing softly as he ruined her.

Fred fumbles with the envelope as he pulls the piece of parchment out, too excited to be careful. A grin spreads across his face as he eyes scan over the few words written down. She had chosen his favorite game, and he couldn’t wait to play.

Malibu. Tonight. 10:30.

Y/N stands in front of her open closet in nothing but a dressing gown, nervous butterflies in her stomach as she contemplates what to wear. Upscale muggle clubs are not her usual stomping ground and she wants to look perfect, so she’s at a loss for what to wear.

Of course, she could have picked one of their other games. She had plenty of dresses she felt confident in that would have been perfect for a night at a muggle restaurant, but it had already been three weeks since she’d seen Fred last, and she didn’t want to wait any longer for a reservation to open up. A lunch time meet up would have been perfect as well, since her and Fred managed to get naked in under 10 seconds her clothes wouldn’t matter, but she needed longer than an hour with him.

Plus, this particular game is Fred’s favorite, and she needs him nice and riled up for the night she has planned. They’ve only played out this game two other times, but both times Y/N was barely able to walk the next day.

She decides to go with something white, for a few different reasons. For one, Y/N had bought a white silk dress that hugs her curves perfectly last weekend and seeing her in something new and tight will rile Fred up even more.

But mostly, she knows that seeing her in white awakens something carnal in Fred. Y/N had once made the mistake of wearing a brand new set of matching white bra and panties to one of their meetings, and after Fred had ripped her panties off he fucked her hard, growling in her ear about how innocent she looked in white, but that they both knew what a dirty slut she was for him. He had made her cum so many times that she cried from the overstimulation, the only downside was that she had to replace her ruined panties and they had been quite expensive.

Y/N grabs the new white dress out of her closet, a shiver running down her spine at the memory. Three weeks is far too long to go without having Fred both in her bed and just in her life generally. She makes a mental note not to wait that long next time as she heads over to her dresser. She opens the top drawer, trying to decide which pair of panties would really get Fred going.

“Well, if I’m being honest with myself,” Y/N thinks out loud, quietly. With a wicked smile she slams the drawer shut. “No panties it is.”

Fred is already nursing a whiskey sour at a table when Y/N strolls into the main room of the club. Their eyes lock across the crowded room, and after sending her a sly wink his eyes trail down her body.

“Holy hell,” he groans, the grip he has on his glass tightening. He can already feel himself getting hard in his trousers just from the outfit Y/N is wearing alone. Fred can tell by the way the lights reflect off of it that the tight piece of fabric clinging to her every curve is made out of silk, his absolute favorite. The fact that it’s white drives him even crazier and he quickly downs his drink, needing to calm himself down.

From where Y/N is standing at the bar Fred has the perfect view of her bum. He absent mindedly signals for a waitress to bring him another drink, his eyes trained on Y/N. Fred has to stifle a groan when her dress rides up the back of her thighs as she leans forward to shout her order to the bartender. He’s fully hard in his trousers now as he thinks about how badly he wants to feel those thighs wrapped around his head.

Just as a waitress sets another drink down on Fred’s table a young man with tousled blonde hair comes up behind Y/N, blocking his view.

He takes a sip of his drink. “Let the games begin.”

Y/N feels someone come up behind her, and a moment later she can feel them press up against her. “You come here alone?”

She smiles to herself before turning to the stranger. There’s no doubt that he’s attractive, and Y/N knows that she had positioned herself directly in Fred’s line of sight, so she knows that he’s watching their exchange.

“I did actually,” she drawls, her hand running down the length of the glass the bartender had just set in front on her. “Was hoping to find someone that piques my interest here.”

The man’s eyes follow the languid movement of her hand on her glass for a moment, before he looks into her eyes with a smirk. “Oh really? Any luck so far?”

Y/N takes a sip of her drink, willing herself to keep her eyes on the man in front of her instead of searching for Fred’s. The alcohol burns her throat as arousal begins to build in her stomach. She knows Fred is out there, watching her intently as she flirts with someone who isn’t him. But they both know who she’ll be going home with, and that though alone has her pussy aching.

“I think so,” Y/N responds, her voice dripping with arousal. It’s not due to the man standing in front of her, but he doesn’t need to know that. She looks him up and down, taking notice of his strong hands and long legs. She nods to herself, almost saying ‘yeah, he’ll do.’ She downs the rest of her drink quickly and slaps some muggle money down on the bar. “Care to dance?”

Fred’s eyes are trained on the dance floor, his second drink abandoned on the table next to him. He’s too focused on Y/N, watching her hips sway to the beat of whatever muggle song is playing. Her back is pressed up against the front of the bloke that approached her at the bar, and his hands are gripping her hips. They’ve been dancing like that for at least 30 minutes and Fred feels like he hasn’t even blinked, he’s too entranced by Y/N.

His cock has been aching in his trousers for what feels like hours, and his stomach is a pit full of arousal and jealousy. On one hand he finds Y/N’s actions downright dirty, and he knows he’ll be thinking of how good she looks tonight next time he’s alone in bed and desperate for her touch. On the other hand, he wants to be the one dancing behind her, gripping her hips so tightly he leaves bruises to remind her of him for days after.

Fred clenches his fist, his eyes trailing up Y/N’s body to her face to try and calm himself down. They’ve only been at it for 45 minutes and Fred already wants to storm over and claim Y/N. The first time they had played this particular game Y/N had been shy, and Fred had watched her flirt with a few different guys before she had settled on the dance floor with one. He watched her with him for the better part of two hours before he intervened, no longer able to stand the fact that it wasn’t his hands gripping her bum.

The second time Y/N was bolder. She had spent only 30 minutes at the bar talking to a bloke before they moved to the dance floor. Fred had managed to watch for over an hour that time before his hands ached to touch her and he sent the muggle man Y/N had been with away.

When he first entered the club that evening he had planned on waiting longer. Y/N had made him wait three weeks, and he planned on punishing her by making her wait for him. But now that he’s standing there, watching her move in that sinful white dress against someone who isn’t him he can barely stop himself from stomping over there and taking her right in the middle of the dance floor.

Usually he can contain himself. She’s always driven him mad, but he enjoys their little game too much to break the rules. He loves the uncertainty of the chase, it’s what had drawn him in all those years ago at Hogwarts. Not knowing what the next note would contain, not knowing how long she would make him wait, not knowing what wicked plans she had made for them. Y/N was just as unpredictable as Fred and that usually drove him crazy in a good way. But now, as Fred watches her grind up against some stranger he would give anything to know what’s going on in her mind. Fred isn’t sure if it’s because it’s been three weeks since he last saw her or because she looks absolutely ethereal tonight but he’s ready to end their game early and take his woman home.

Luckily for Fred the song Y/N and her partner had been dancing to fades into another, and the pair head back towards the bar. Fred adjusts himself in his trousers so his arousal isn’t so obvious, before he throws some money on his table.

“Time to end this game.”

A light line of sweat has begun to drip down Y/N’s back and she can feel the wetness of her pussy coating her thighs. Her and Darren, she had managed to remember to at least ask the name of the poor bloke she planned on blue balling, had been dancing right in the middle of the dance floor where Y/N knew Fred could see. She could feel his gaze on her as she moved her hips to the beat which did nothing but heighten her arousal.

“So, what are you drinking?” Darren asks as they reach the bar once again. Y/N had suggested they get another drink, needing to take a break from Fred’s stare.

Y/N can smell Fred before she feels him. He’s always smelled the same, like cinnamon, fireworks and something Y/N can only describe as home. She’s about to respond to the question when she feels someone press up against her back. Fred grabs her hips tightly and Y/N has to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

“Actually, I think she’s had enough to drink,” Fred answers for her as he pulls her even tighter against his chest. His voice sends waves of pleasure through Y/N’s body, and she tries to subtly rub her thighs together to try and get some relief on her aching pussy.

Darren glares at Fred, and if Y/N wasn’t so turned on she probably would have laughed. “Oi, mate, d’you mind? We’re having a good time together.”

Y/N can feel Fred’s chest rumble against her back as he laughs, clearly unphased by what Darren had said. She feels Fred lean down, and a shiver runs down her spine as his lips lightly caress her earlobe.

“Is that true, baby? Were you having a good time with him?” Fred whispers in Y/N’s ear before he begins to press light kisses to the side of her neck.

“I was, yes,” she admits, with a nod, her voice shaking with arousal.

Darren looks like he’s about to tell Fred off, but Fred’s lips stop their movements on her neck so he can whisper in her ear again. “But what about me, baby? Are you ready to have a good time with me?”

Y/N is barely able to nod before Fred is spinning her in his arms and kissing her deeply. She can hear Darren say something rude as he stalks off, but her mind is too full of Fred to register it. Fred trails one of his hands down to Y/N’s bum, giving it a tight squeeze, and when she parts her lips to let out a soft moan he takes the opportunity to lick into her mouth.

When Fred breaks their kiss a few moments later Y/N is breathless, her cheeks tinted pink. She chases after his lips, desperate for more but Fred grabs her chin. Her eyes flick up to meet his gaze, and a tingle of pleasure runs through her pussy at how dark Fred’s eyes are.

“You drive me so fucking crazy, Y/N,” he growls into her ear. “You show up here in this,” he pauses so his fingers can tug at the bottom hem of her dress before he continues. “Knowing that I can’t touch you.” Fred trails off for a moment, letting his lips press slow kisses up and down the column of her throat. “Such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

Y/N lets out a whine, letting her head fall back so Fred’s lips have more skin to kiss. “Just wanted to look pretty for you is all,” she gasps. Fred’s mouth had found her sweet spot and started to slowly suck at it.

Fred hums against her neck, his hands wrapping around her waist. He pulls her body flush against his, slowly rolling his hips forward so Y/N can feel his hard cock press up against her. “You look so pretty baby. And so, fucking dirty. Grinding against some random bloke while I watch, putting on a show for me.”

Y/N is soaking wet at this point, Fred’s words and actions only turning her on further. She pulls his face away from her neck, unable to contain herself anymore. She presses their lips together messily, moaning as Fred’s soft lips move with hers. Their kiss is uncoordinated, but Y/N doesn’t care. “Need you, Freddie. Need you so bad,” she whines into his mouth.

Fred kisses her for a moment longer before he forces himself to pull away. Y/N’s mouth is intoxicating, and he could spend hours just standing there and kissing her. But his cock is aching and Y/N needs him and he can’t deny her anything.

In the blink of an eye Fred has lead them away from the bar and is pushing Y/N up against the closed door of the women’s toilets. He presses their lips together hungrily as he grabs her thigh, hitching it around his waist to give him access to her core.

Y/N moans into Fred’s mouth as they kiss, his right hand gripping her thigh tightly while the other trails up her other leg towards her pussy. A smirk forms on her lips as Fred’s hand inches closer to where she needs him most, knowing that he’s about to discover her little secret.

“You dirty little slut,” Fred growls as he breaks their kiss. He had planned on teasing Y/N by softly rubbing her clit through her panties, but when he finally reached her folds he was met with her dripping entrance. He rubs her exposed clit with his thumb, causing Y/N to let out a long whine. “Look at you. Trying to fool everyone in your little white dress. Pretending you’re so innocent while your pussy is bare, anyone able to get a glance.”

Y/N is barely able to speak, her breath coming out in hard pants as Fred toys with her clit, his index finger beginning to slowly circle her entrance, just barely letting the tip of his finger enter her heat. She opens her mouth to respond, but a moan comes out instead as Fred finally lets his index finger sink fully into her.

“Is that what you were hoping for? Hm?” Fred asks as he curls his finger, smiling when Y/N clenches around him. “Hoping someone else would get a flash of your sweet pussy? Hoping someone else would notice and get a turn with you before me?”

Y/N shakes her head wildly, her mouth running dry as Fred adds another finger. Her fingers dig into Fred’s shoulders to try and steady herself as his thumb starts to rub her clit harder. “N-no,” she manages to stutter out a few seconds later when she remembers how to speak. “Did it for you. Only for you. Only want you.”

Fred buries his face in Y/N’s neck to hide the blush that has started to tint his cheeks. Even though they’ve never defined their relationship Fred knows that Y/N doesn’t see anyone else while they’re apart and he doesn’t either. But hearing that she only wants him makes him want to say things he’s felt since he was 15 years old. So he presses kisses into the hot skin of her neck instead, because it’s not appropriate to tell someone you love them for the first time while you fingerfuck them in the bathroom of a club.

“’M close,” Y/N breaths, one of her hands leaving Fred’s shoulder to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. She can feel her climax approaching quickly, and with one more curl of Fred’s fingers against her sweet spot she’s tumbling over the edge, Fred’s name falling from her mouth.

Fred fingers continue their movements, his touch much lighter and slower to help her through her climax. When Y/N’s breathing has somewhat returned to normal Fred slowly removes his fingers and presses one more kiss to her neck so he can look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed red and her lips are swollen.

“God you’re so beautiful,” Fred whispers, kissing her deeply once again. He pulls away a moment later, pressing their foreheads together. He’s painfully aware of how hard he is in his trousers and he grinds against Y/N’s bum, trying to get some kind of relief.

Y/N giggles at Fred’s actions, bumping their foreheads together lightly. “You gonna take me home and fuck me? Or should I go find that bloke from earlier and see if he’ll give it to me?” she teases.

Without another word Fred is gripping her tightly and apperating them away.

As soon as they land in Y/N’s flat Fred reattaches their lips, keeping it slow and intimate. Now that the rushed part of their evening is over Fred wants to take his time with her. He moves them to her bedroom slowly, Y/N’s fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.

They reach her bed just as Y/N has worked the last button of Fred’s shirt, and he breaks their kiss so he can lightly push her back onto the bed. He rids himself of his shirt before he crawls over Y/N and reattaches their lips in a heated kiss. He grabs one of her knees and pulls her legs apart, settling in between them.

“Take this off,” Fred demands, his hands tugging at the hem of her dress. “ I wanna see all of you.” As Y/N takes of her dress Fred fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing it before moving on to his trousers. He falls back onto the bed so he can kick the rest of his clothing off, his cock finally getting some relief from its tight confines.

Before Fred can crawl back on top of Y/N she’s straddling his waist. She acts as if she’s going to kiss him, but at the last second she turns her attention to his neck and starts peppering kisses along the exposed skin.

Fred’s hands come up and grip Y/N’s hips tightly. “You’re such a tease.”

Y/N laughs into Fred’s neck as she kisses it, causing Fred to chuckle as well. While there are many parts of a healthy sex life Fred loves and enjoys, kissing is certainly in his top 3; which Y/N is fully aware of. They had once spent over an hour in one of Hogwarts’ secret passageways with Y/N pressed up against the wall as their lips moved together. It was one of the first times they had met in secret, and Fred still gets butterflies in his stomach when he thinks about it. Which he does far more often than he’d like to admit.

Fred lets her kiss and suck at his neck for a few moments longer before he flips them over, causing Y/N to squeal both in delight and surprise. Fred bites at her shoulder momentarily before he starts to peck her lips several times.

“I was gonna ride you ya know,” Y/N says with a soft laugh in between kisses. Fred laughs as well, one of his hands coming up to cup Y/N’s cheek while the other starts to massage one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her nipple. “Fuck, Freddie. Feels so good,” she moans.

Fred pulls away from her slightly so he can look Y/N in the eyes. “You do look exceptionally pretty when you sit on my cock, my love.” Fred pauses, his thumb rubbing her cheek as a pink blush spreads across it. “But tonight, I want- no I need.” Fred’s sentence is cut short as Y/N grabs him by the neck and brings their lips together.

She kisses him slow, letting Fred take the lead and lick into her mouth. Y/N doesn’t need Fred to finish his sentence, she already knows what he was trying to say, because she feels the same way. After an evening full of teasing and putting on a show for each other there’s nothing either of them want more than to be close to one and other.

“Please, Freddie,” Y/N begs as Fred’s fingers begin to pinch at her other nipple.

Without another word Fred hitches Y/N’s left leg up on his hip and lines himself up with her entrance. He pushes in slowly with a roll of his hips, both of them letting out low moans. Fred doesn’t stop moving until he’s fully buried inside her, his lips coming up to suck at the skin just below her earlobe.

“Feel so good, baby. Always feel so good. Oh God-,” Fred’s words cut off with a groan as Y/N clenches around him. Fred rests his forehead against hers so he can look her in the eyes. He pulls out of Y/N halfway before he pushes back in, slowly starting to fuck her. “God I love you.”

Before Fred has a chance to regret what he’s said Y/N is kissing him hungrily, her hips moving to meet Fred’s thrusts. She breaks their kiss to let out a whine as Fred’s thumb starts to rub slow circles on her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Merlin that feels good,” she breaths, tilting her chin up to kiss Fred briefly. “Not gonna last much longer,” she moans.

Fred speeds up his thrusts as he hitches Y/N’s leg higher on his hip so that he’s hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. “Me either, love. Come for me baby.”

With a few more thrusts, Y/N is coming, her toes curling and nails scratching down Fred’s back from the pleasure as she moans his name. Her walls spasm and clench against Fred’s cock, helping him to reach his climax. Her moans are cut off by Fred kissing her deeply as he reaches his own high, emptying himself into Y/N.

Fred slows his thrusts down, helping them both come down from their highs, his mouth still moving against Y/N’s softly. After a few final thrusts he slowly pulls out, and rolls onto his back, his hands gripping Y/N’s waist so that she rolls with him and their kiss doesn’t break.

They just lay there kissing for a few minutes, Y/N’s hands tangled in Fred’s hair while his hands rub circles on her hips. Y/N pulls away first, her breathing heavy and her cheeks flushed red. Fred smiles at her and brings one of his hands up to stroke her hair.

They sit there for a few moments in silence, just looking at each other. Fred feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest as he studies Y/N’s familiar features. After tonight he’s more sure than he’s ever been, he doesn’t want to spend another moment with out her in his life.

“I meant what I said, you know,” Fred says quietly, not wanting to disturb their peaceful moment.

Y/N kisses him briefly. “That I look pretty sitting on your cock? ‘Cause I’ve known that for ages,” she teases.

“Well yes I did mean that,” Fred says with a chuckle before kissing her again. “But that’s not what I was talking about. And it’s okay if you-”

He’s about to say something else, when Y/N lurches forward to kiss him. “I love you too you idiot. Always have.”

When Y/N wakes up the next morning and turns over she’s disappointed that Fred isn’t in bed next to her. While they never usually spent the night together, last night had been different and she had fallen asleep last night dreaming of what round three would consist of in the morning.

Y/N is halfway through cursing Fred out in her head when she notices an envelope sitting on the pillow Fred’s head had been cradled against only a few hours ago. She grabs it, letting her finger trace over her name written in Fred’s messy scrawl on the outside before she tears it open.

My flat. Tonight, tomorrow, the day after that and every single day for the rest of forever. 6 pm.

Love you forever and always.

Y/N scans her eyes over the words several times, letting Fred’s message sink in. She smiles to herself as she falls back against her pillows, her hear swelling with more love than she ever thought possible. “Game over.”

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley fic #Fred Weasley smut #Fred Weasley x reader #harry potter #golden #fw #Harry Potter fanfiction #Harry Potter imagine

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bravemikhailo · 2 years

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ok so the milkovich cat post got me thinking and now I’m imagining a small tiny mickey (12/13 years old maybe) sitting somewhere in front of the kash&grab, in the dead of winter, waiting for the scary lady to leave the shop so he can go steal something from that stupid idiot of her husband’s nose, and he’s a bit freezing, feeling the cold winter air through the holes on the cuffs of his pants, and he’d rather be somewhere warm than here but his stomach rumbles. he’s hungry, and their fridge is empty, so here he is, and he waits, chain smoking and rubbing his hands together every few minutes

and then there’s a meowing sound right beside him and it startles him a bit, and when he turns his head he isn’t expecting a cat to be looking at him with expectant eyes. he looks back at it, waiting for the moment it will run off in the opposite direction and far away from him, a dirty milkovich, but then it just hops all the way to him, rubbing its head on his ankles

and mickey’s just completely taken aback, looking at this small creature as if it had three heads, wondering why would it do that to him of all people. but it’s cute, he thinks, and he figures that it’s gonna be ok if he just gives it a small pat in the head, but then the bell to the kash&grab rings, reminding him why he’s here. to get some food, not to play with a cat. so he stands, ignoring the look the cat gives him, and stomps towards the shop

but when he comes out again, carrying a box full of goods under his arm, the cat is still there, and the sight pulls at mickey’s heartstrings but he’s got to get home soon or terry’ll get mad and the last thing he wants is to have to deal with an enraged terry. so he turns and starts walking down the street in the direction of home

it’s just that the cat follows him all the way to the milkovich house, and when he tries to shoo her away, the cat stays put, sitting on the porch. mickey sighs, and decides to deal with it later, leaving her there for now

a couple of hours later, when terry’s laying wasted on the couch and the house is immersed in silence, he peeks through the window to see if the cat’s still there and he smiles when he recognizes his furry friend. he opens the window, and the noise catches the animal’s attention, who immediately stands and jumps on the windowsill, purring like a goddamn machine. he lets her inside, and watches as she inspects his room, sniffing all around

chips is all he has in his room and he tries give her one but she just sniffs it and then goes back to look around, so he leaves her there and goes to the kitchen to get some milk. he pours some in a bowl and carries it back to his room with some leftover chicken and the cat is so happy when he gives her the food and it warms his heart and he decides to let her stay inside the night

he finds a small ball and plays with her for hours and when he gets in bed she follows him, curling beside his head but he’s tough isn’t he so he won’t sleep with a cat like a baby and he gently pushes her away until she jumps on the floor, but after a few minutes she jumps back in, this time settling on mickey’s belly and, well, mickey guesses it isn’t that bad after all and he gently scratches her head as they both fall asleep

and afterwards the cat will come and go but mickey will always leave her something to eat on the porch and will always let her inside at night if she’s there, and if she’s not he hopes she’s somewhere warm at least

dedicated to @milkovichy and @vintagelacerosette my beloveds since they so kindly asked 🥲🥰

#I love the idea of mickey taking care of a stray cat whenever he can and i think he’ll tell ian about her someday and ian will be like 🥺🥺🥺🥺#and he’ll get mickey a cat and he’ll melt every time mickey cuddles her and talks to her in a stupid voice #*things i wrote

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣!𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 ~

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: SMUT; sub!minho x gn!harddom!reader. Brat/brat tamer, light petplay, explicit pictures, masturbation, nicknames, restraints (leash).

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.3 k

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: minho + leashes = forever

fuck why is he so damn cute in this gif my heart

Your phone vibrated as you continued to type on the keyboard, trying to finish up the last of this work presentation. Your he phone lit up displaying a message from Minho. Grabbing the phone you smiled, maybe he had sent you a picture of dinner or something that would lift your foul mood but what you saw made your blood boil.

Multiple pictures of Minho’s naked body popped up. His body reflecting in the full length mirror as he sat facing away on his knees, turning around his torso and holding the phone in his hand. The white fluffy cat ears sitting snugly on his head and a playful cat tail buttplug filling him up.

‘Hurry or else I’ll touch myself’ was the message attached to the similar photos. Minho knew how to push your buttons. He knew that if he broke any of your rules there would be consequences but being the brat that he is he often did it with purpose, wanting to attract all your attention to him.

You slammed the phone against the desk and sighed, looking at the clock ticking.

“1 hour left” you mumbled underneath your breath as you rolled your eyes.

The hour passed in a blur and the moment the clock striked 5 pm you grabbed your belongings and ran off in a hurry.

Nearing the shared apartment you fumbled with the keys and eventually unlocked the front door being greeted with complete silence.

“Minho? You there?” you yelled out as you put down your bag, turning on the small lamp standing on the black table next to the door, throwing your keys lazily on the table.

No answer.

This was sketchy to say the least. He always greeted you, his clingy side always appearing when the two of you are alone, a secret between you and him. You looked around the apartment until you heard someone sighing loudly from the bedroom. You flung open the door, observing the scene that unfolded infront of you.

Minho was laying on his back, eyes shut as he pumped his veiny length, his ears bright red and the tip of his dick leaking with precum. A multitude of pillows surrounding the brown haired boy whose cat ears were lopsided, almost falling from his sweaty forehead. His chocolate brown eyes sprung open, smiling his eye smile at you sarcastically as he quickened the pace.

“Welcome home” he smirked as he licked his lips, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Minho, you fucking brat” you growled at him, leaning against the doorframe with your shoulder.

“You s-should have been here earlier, you’re stupid” he huffed as he continued jerking off, not giving a shit about your predatory gaze that was lingering on his dripping cock.

You stomped over to the boy, grabbing him by the neck before you inched closer to his ear, feeling your warm breath against the shell.

“I’m gonna punish you so hard babyboy, you won’t even remember your name after I’m done with you.” you groaned, wanting to induce fear in his fragile body.

Minho pushed your hand away, whimpering as he was nearing his release for what seemed like the second time, judging from the pillow next to him that was covered in cum. You looked at him with displeased hooded eyes, refusing to believe that he was being so defiant. Minho bit his crimson bottom lip as he threw his head back in pleasure, the cat ears falling off.

Entangling your fingers through his brown hair, you harshly yanked him towards you which earned a yelp from his precious lips, his both hands now on top of your. A string of whimpers and small apologies rolled off his tongue as his eyes were tightly shut, feeling the pain shoot down from his roots.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, pleas- aghh,,”

“You don’t seem sorry, babyboy. I think you need to show you where you belong, don’t you agree?” You smirked as you talked, looking at the boy that was on his knees, mewling in pain.

You let go off of his hair with a push, the poor boy falling on his butt against the soft bed, shoulder hitting the wall. Kneeling down infront of a white drawer you retrieved a light pink leash, licking the inside of your cheek as you neared the fearful boy.

“But I’ve been good y/n!” he hides his head in the pillow sitting beside him, avoiding to look at you in order to run away from the leash you were holding out. To his disappointment he didn’t succeed, your hands wrapping around his neck as you struggled to get the leash on him, Minho wriggling and sulking as you pulled the leash to make him look at you.

“See, that wasn’t so difficult babyboy!” you smiled in faux consideration as you stroked his heated cheek. His brown orbs looked up at you as you admired his beauty.

“Now ride that pillow, babyboy”.

You pointed at it with your chin, looking at it before looking at Minho up and down. He crossed his arms, challenging your patience. You’ve had enough. Like a little puppy, you tied the boy to the headboard with the leash, tying a sturdy knot to which he whimpered.

“No please, I’m sorry” Minho pleaded before you shook your head, silencing the boy that no longer saw any meaning with being feisty.

“Ride that pillow”

You voice was cold which sent shivers down Minho’s spine, it annoyed you how you had to repeat yourself just because your little pet wouldn’t listen. Minho straddled the pillow before slowly grinding against it, the friction making him quietly whimper, continuing from the orgasm he nearly approached moments ago. You simply observed him, not laying a finger on the poor boy to make him touch starved and begging for you. His sweet brown eyes met yours, searching for any ounce of compassion in your eyes that he could use to his disposal but was intimidated when your blank orbs didn’t contain what he was looking for.

“Faster” you groaned in a deep voice, standing with your feet wide apart and hands on your hips. His rock-hard dick rubbed against the soft material, his moans piercing your ears as they spilled like water from his mouth. The red tip glistened in the light as the poor boy was trying his hardest to not release in an instant, his doe eyes tightly shut as the leash moved subtly with his humping movements.

“Don’t cum” you say with a stern tone, Minho’s arms shaking, holding onto the pillow for support as he quickened his pace, not wanting to annoy you further. His head hanged down, sweat beading on his temples as the bed shook lightly. Minho firmly grasped the pillow, his knuckles whitening as he was holding back every drop of cum from oozing out of him. You pulled on the leash that was still tied to the head board causing the poor boy to jerk forward.

“Faster or else you won’t be cumming at all”.

He nodded frantically at your words while staring you in the eyes with despair. Your hands let go of the leash and you stood back to see his quivering body chasing it’s release.

“Look at you babyboy. Humping that pillow like a little mutt, are you really that desperate?” you tsked as you traced along his jawline with your fingertip, goosebumps erupting on his skin from your soft touch.

His impending orgasm seemed to inch closer with you every word. Biting his bottom lip he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and before you could tell him one more word his hands were quivering as small cries echoed in the room. His hips bucked into the pillow unevenly one last time before he spilled his seed onto the pillow for the second time, the white ribbons of cum shooting further than just the fluffy pillow.

You sighed as you undid the leash, the boy frozen on the pillow as his breath is heavy. Pulling the pink leash towards you grab him by the circle pendant attached onto the front of the leash as your foreheads touch.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum”

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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Feeling so bad for my poor cousin who just got slapped in the face by her awful dad, so in her honor I'm writing these headcanons(She's the one who got me into Obey Me, she deserves these)

The brothers react to MC being slapped in the face by another demon that's not them:

Lucifer and MC:

-The moment he hears hiccups and faint whimpers near, he's already sprinting to MC, he holds their shoulder. The slap mark on their face is enough to put him in seething rage.

"Tell me names, MC. Who did this to you?"

"A-another demon..."

-He's ready to shred some demon to pieces. But first he comforts MC, wetting his hand in cold water and gently laying there on their stinging cheek.

"You will be fine, the pain will go away. And I promise you, I will make this demon pay for their life."

-His soothing voice is on the spot, he wants to soothe them as much as he can before he goes to teach a nasty lesson to the demon who dared hurt them.

-He gets with the demon, and beats them to a bloody pulp until they're begging miserably and crying.

"Touch them again, and next time your intestines will be pulled out along with your heart."

Mammon and MC:

-Ohhhh, why's MC sobbing that way and coming to him?? He feels the urge to destroy someone if they made cry like that!

"Oi, what's the matter-WHO IN THE HELL SLAPPED YA?!!"

"A-another demon..."

-Mammon cares for MC's injury, and peppers them in care, reassuring them that he's gonna make a baby bawl their eyes out.

"Rest assured, MC. No one else will hurt ya. THE Mammon will protect ya from those pieces of guts!!"

-No sooner said than done, Mammon goes to face the demon and he's quickly beating them and causing them great harm, while screaming and saying all sorts of impurities.

"CURSE YA TO HELL, YA HURT MC AND YA DIE!!!"

Leviathan and MC:

-Playing games as the shut-in that he is, when he hears a bawl.

"L-Levi!!"

-Oh no. He abandons immediately the game and rushes over, opening his door to see MC holding their cheek and in tears.

"W-who made y-you this, MC?? T-tell me... oh dear, c-come in."

-Shyly he gently pulls them inside and closes the door. After he listens the truth he's definitely upset.

"There, there, it's gonna be alright, I've got you. This won't go unpunished."

-He cares for that stinging cheek and gives MC all the attention that they need, watches an anime of their choice to comfort them fully.

-Once the comes, he goes and makes the demon think this twice.

"I may be a shut-in, but I am not afraid to knock your brains out. This for slapping MC!"

-He makes them regret it and doesn't stop, not even when he has them K.O.

Satan and MC:

-Reading peaceful time, the Avatar of Wrath is reading about new cats breeds, when MC sniffs as they walk past the reading demon.

"Hold on there, MC. Why the tears?"

-He frowns deeply when he sees the slap mark on their cheek.

"Who in blazes did this to you? I am killing them."

-He goes full attentive mode and begins treating the red sore cheek with all the care that he can give, wipes away MC's tears and comforts them in his own way, before he goes to kill some demon.

-Finds them and immediately grabs them by the neck, choking them, without stopping.

"Prepare for hell hours, scum. If you will punch MC in their face, then you have a death wish."

-He does this until he knocks them out, and throws them on the ground, kicking their ribs, cracking all of them.

Asmodeus and MC:

-His beauty session is already taking place, his working on that new coconut milk body wash cream that he had gotten.

"A-Asmo..."

"Hm... yeah, MC-MC, dear, what happened to your cheek?! A sunburn?!"

-After he's explained that it's a slap and not a sunburn, he hisses and shakes his head. Goes to make the sting go away and rubs their face softly and with love,

"MC, dear, I am gonna go have a firm talk with this demon, okay? You can stay here."

-He finds the ruffian and goes to them, pushing them against a wall, he has a rather creepy smile on.

"Well, well, what do we have here? The one who hurt my dearest MC? Oh not can do, I am teaching you a lesson, prepare yourself."

-His done drastically changes to a cold tone. And soon screams of a demon are heard all around the Devildom. No one should make the Avatar of Lust mad. Or better: Never hurt his dear.

Beelzebub and MC:

-Munch, munch, munch. Oh food is so delicious. The sweet glutton is having another big meal and enjoying it all, but he can't help feeling worried for MC when they entered the room.

"H-hi, Beel."

-They greet him and their voice sound teary, another reason for getting worried. He sees them holding their cheek.

"What's wrong, MC? Did you fall down on your cheek?"

"N-no... a demon slap me...."

-Time and space just stopped there. Beel gets increadibly mad and he slams his hand on the table.

"How dare them. I am frying them in a cauldron of devilish oil!!"

-He gets down from his chair and immediately cuddles MC, showing them tender love. To soothe them, if that demon out there thought they could get away with hurting MC, well, they're so wrong, they now have a glutton demon after their head.

"It's alright MC, eat something. I'm going to hunt down the prey for you."

-He slams the demon the second he finds them on to the ground and stomps onto their stomach, slapping their face once, twice... countless times until it gets pretty red.

"You hurt them, prepare to feel everything back at you the triple."

-Doesn't stop at all, he hears their pathetic and helpless cries of mercy, but he gives them now. He has a good strength, so all that will hurt so much for days.

#obey me imagines #obey me #obey me shall we date #headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #not belphie included

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etherealeeknow · 3 years

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we have each other

• rated m for mature (along with a pinch of angst? and fluff)

• pairing: soft dom!minho x fem!reader

• wc: 1.420

• tw: arguing with minho, dirty talk, grinding, slight nipple play, explicit language, unprotected vaginal sex (remember to always stay safe!), bathtub sex, soft sex, creampie,- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: lmao i was aiming for a drabble but def got carried away while writing this- plus, this is my first smut after a decade 😂 so fingers crossed you’ll enjoy it! feedbacks are much appreciated <3 also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes.

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“holysh- this better not be- fuck!” you grunt on the unpleasant sight and smell coming from your favorite sneaker as you mentally do a karate chop to whoever let their dog poo in the middle of the crosswalk. jumping on one leg, you almost make it to the sidewalk when all of a sudden, it starts raining cats and dogs. gripping onto your handbag as tightly as you can, you run with all your might while spitting out endless curses, the situation on your left shoes long forgotten as the only thing you want right now is to get under your roof.

yet, the cycle of your bad luck doesn’t stop when you get to your destination as the one and only functioning elevator in the old apartment building is out of service. “it was totally fine this morning!” you say out loud, earning nothing in return from the ignorant security who’s half asleep by his desk. sighing, you stomp your way to the stairs. the day’s gonna be longer.

once you reach the seventh floor and spot your apartment door, you feel like crying out of happiness, but it doesn’t last long as the realization hits you that you lost your key last week and haven’t gotten the chance to get a copy. “dear heavens, why are you doing this-” your sentence is cut off when the door clicks open right when you get in front of it, barely having the chance to knock; revealing the sight of minho with his poker face, shooting you a look. “don’t,” you warn without sparing a glance as you make your way inside to hurriedly grab your needs so not much damage will be done from your drenching self.

“why didn’t you pick up my calls?” silence. “i asked you a question, y/n,” you can hear the sound of his gritting teeth even when you’re back facing him. turning around, you only glare at him before heading to the bathroom, only to spin around when he calls your name again. “really, minho? you honestly expect me to return your calls after last night? did you hit your head and forget that you literally told me to fuck off?” silence. “exactly. now please, go mind your own business and let me mind my own.” swinging the bathroom door open, you’re welcomed with the view of your cramped bathroom, now all squeaky clean and filled with tealight candles- even your bathtub has been filled with bubbles.

“min-” a tiny gasp escapes your lips when minho wraps his hands around your shoulder and his lips come in contact with your neck, kissing it softly. “h- hey, i’m all wet and sweaty,” you say, yet having no intention to stop him. “mmm, don’t care. all i want is to make you even wetter.” one by one, he unbuttons your shirt and lets it hit the floor. he draws circles around your tummy before sliding a finger in your bra, playing with your hardened nipple and making you shiver under him. “i see you’re finally cold now, huh, my hot headed baby? you want me to warm you up?” you instantly nod, sparing no time, and minho does the same—unclasping your bra while you shimmy out of your culottes and undies.

patience has always been in your virtue, but today is an exception. you miss minho so badly, his touch, his kiss, him. you want him. sure, the episode last night between the two of you leaves a certain scar somewhere on your heart, but it can’t compete with the love you have for him. you hurriedly help him undress and he chuckles, making you reddened along the process. once you look up to him, though, he’s already looking at you ever so fondly, the light in his eyes shines so bright and you just can’t take it anymore. you pull him into a kiss and feel his hand on your neck, his thumb stroking the lobule of your ear for quite some time before he bites your lower lip and you let him in to take control.

“up,” he mutters in between the kiss, tapping your foot as a signal, and you oblige; jumping slightly to wrap your legs around his waist, and you can feel the tip of his cock lightly hitting your bum. your kiss comes to a halt for quite some time when minho goes into the tub and slowly sinks down. both of you groans in satisfaction upon feeling the warm water. “i’m sorry,” minho says as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek while the other remains around your waist, pulling you even closer till there’s no more room separating you. “i didn’t mean anything i said to you last night, but that doesn’t mean i’m not at fault. i’ll fix myself for you, y/n. i know you want it as much as i do, but you’re right, things aren’t going as planned so we should take it slow for it to work out. please let me work on it with you?”

his last words come out almost in a whisper and it brings you to tears as you struggle to tell him that he doesn’t need to ask for your permission. minho has been your number one support for half of the decade. through the seemingly never ending hardships, he’s always there, so if arguing over big and small matters is what it’s gonna take for you to marry him, then so be it—because you know that at the end of the day, it’ll only strengthen your feelings for each other. feeling his eyes getting teary, minho nuzzles against your neck, out of words to say, and it softens you even more.

you take the chance to start grinding on his dick and whimper shyly, “please make love to me, minho. i need you.” that definitely brings his attention back to you and all the emotional thoughts vanish to the back of his head. unlike the usual minho who lives to tease you and could go on for hours with only sliding his cock up and down on your slit, the minho he is today only wants to give you everything you want. your moans mixing with one another when he lifts you up and guides you down by your hips, piercing through you—your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel him stretching you while he’s in the same state, already feeling on cloud nine when he feels you clenching around him. right when you’re about to ask him to move, minho pulls out of you slams back in, making you cry in pure pleasure as you begin to buck your hips against his, craving for more.

though short of breath, minho manages to chuckle at your eagerness. “baby, let me take care of you,” he says, cheeks all flushed from the heat. he proceeds to take care of the situation, going in and out of you steadily before fastening his pace. “oh my god, min- minho, ah!” you moan, partly for the ecstasy of feeling so full, but mostly because he has hit your sweet spot and the familiar knot’s finally starting to build up on your stomach. “f- faster, please, please, please-” you beg, voice now a pitch higher, yet unbothered by the possibility that the neighbors might be able to hear how minho is making you cry over his cock.

“cum with me- ah, fuck! cum around my dick, baby-” with his desperate plea and the way he twitches in you, it only takes a few more thrusts before a wave of pleasure washes over you and you cum around him while letting out a choked moan—minho follows only a second after, both his body and voice shaking over his own climax. the room’s now only filled with your heavy breathings, but they, especially minho’s, sound like music to your ears. right when your head leaves his shoulder and you lock eyes with him, everything turns black.

“you have got to be kidding me-” you groan, this time in disbelief and annoyance, but it quickly changes into a chortle when you lay your eyes on the tealight candles surrounding you. “good thing my boyfriend has set these romantic candles for me,” you joke, making minho laugh along as he, again, pulls you towards him, wanting to be as close as possible with you. “i know, right? and at least we have each other.”

“at least we have each other.”

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warmau · 3 years

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maybe the heat has gotten to chenle

when he sits down on the last step of the long staircase nestled between your building and the twenty four hour grocery store

the stairs lead up to the next block, where you can hear the vague sounds of kids playing on the street. one of the voices might be haechan, he’s shouting for someone to come back

but you look at chenle and he’s looking at his knees

freshly bruised from where he and jisung both fell off their bikes a couple days ago, it’s starting to scab and he looks like he’s trying not to pick at it

“sorry, you want me to do what?”

“don’t make me say it again.”

he mutters and he won’t look at you

you know even if you ask him too - he’s probably the most stubborn person you’ve ever met - he won’t

“no, i didn’t hear - well i did, but i mean - you’re crazy.”

“you can just say no.”

he shifts his gaze from his knees up to the sky and then after you wait patiently for another minute he finally does look at you

“do you really hate the idea of it?”

“it’s not that. it’s just.......if you really like this person, you should just fall into it naturally with them. you shouldn’t have to practice - you should just do it when it feels right.”

his mouth twitches like he’s about to scowl and roll his eyes and stomp away

because that’s what he does when things don’t go his way but instead he just stares at you and says;

“i won’t know what feels right until ive at least tried it.”

you should argue back, you and chenle are notorious for always bantering and quarrelling and leaving all of your friends either annoyed or doubling over with laughter

but you can’t think of something witty to say. something at least convincing because he makes a point

but also

how is he not embarrassed to ask me of all people that?

sighing, you’re the one who looks away and over your shoulder up the stairs

no one is around - their voices are - but they’re distant and chenle is close

so close that bruised knee of his could brush yours if he just inched a little to his left

“fine.”

you give in and turn your shoulders back toward him

“you might as well practice with me, anyone else and you might actually catch another crush on top of the one you have now.”

chenle half smirks and you don’t register the emotional shift in the light brown of his eyes

you just think he’s going along with your joke - well not really a joke, more like a statement

and that’s how you end up leaning in, one hand on the stairs as if to keep your balance even while sitting down

and the other on the side of chenle’s cheek

you hover just a moment before you kiss him - a split, wordless millisecond of hesitation - and then you let your lips gently press to his

it isn’t even a real kiss but it is the first moment of the rest of a summer you never expected

of course, you and chenle tell no one about this weird, awkward, beyond the boundaries of friendship thing you are doing

mostly because if you did haechan and jaemin would not let it go, not until you were all rolling in your graves and jisung would probably be scarred with crippling doubt of where every friendship of his stood

so you only naturally have to sneak around

chenle is a good liar though, well better than you who has trouble even looking renjun in the eyes when chenle says you and him have to leave a little earlier from the backyard barbeque someones throwing because oh right, you forgot your allergy medicine at home and chenle promised some old lady across the street he’d feed her cat while she was on holiday

they’re half-assed, badly timed lies but it is summer

and if you and chenle don’t want to have fun with the rest of the group then so be it

you guys just get teased and called debbie-downers and then you’re home free

well home free in a sense that you know have some time to sit on the rug of your bedroom and kiss

for the sake of learning

“where do i put my hands?”

chenle asks one time and you move instinctively to put one of his palms on the side of your waist.

that’s where i like to be held-

you drop his hand as soon as the thought crosses your mind and stutter out

“well, that’s more a question for your crush. different people like it in different places.”

he nods and thinks for a second

“we’ve only kissed a couple of times but i think i like putting my hand on your waist.”

his palm ends up just where you had wanted to lead it and when a little swell of butterflies flutters in your stomach at the fact, you quell the feeling and shove it deep deep deep down

this persists throughout the weeks, and each time you try and introduce chenle to a tier higher of kissing, if that makes sense

you’ve got down the leaning in, the hand position, the tilting your head, the emergency breath mints, the lead up or lead out, the avoid nose smashing or teeth clanking and then there’s only really one last thing you can graduate too and it’s

“tongue?”

you almost hark on the ice-cream sandwich you’re eating when jaemin says the word

“yeah, he got his tongue pierced. are you ok?”

renjun turns his long gaze to you, the poor ice-cream melting all over the wrapper and on your fingers

“fine, yeah, it’s just - super hot. i think im gonna go home and lay under the ac.”

your eyes go from renjun to jaemin to chenle who gives a little nod and stands up from his side of the table with a groan

“sorry guys, i got a text from my mom. i gotta go now too.”

no one says anything. renjun taps his fingers and doesn’t look away from you as jaemin tries desperately to convince you both to stay and when you both say no he sticks his tongue out and asks you a question that you thought would sooner come out of anyone elses mouth

“are you two like hooking up behind our backs or something, you’re always gone when we’re having the most fun!”

you think you might really fall over - renjun, sure you could have seen him figuring it out. haechan - definitely. even jeno......but

jaemin?

“what? like i’d ever hook up with them.”

chenle’s voice comes out, high and mocking

it’s pretty good and you almost believe it for a second - turn around and tell him hey, you’ve been making out with me this whole entire month so if you want to end up practicing on a stuffed animal back home you better take that back!

when you realize - right, he’s covering up

you scrunch up your nose and chuck the icecream into the trash

“right, like id ever let him touch me.”

jaemin is convinced, he goes back to laughter and obliviousness, but renjun chuckles when you pass by and the undertone of it makes you shake even in the heat

“renjun knows.”

you and chenle are not in your room for once, you’re outside in a small park that’s been abandoned as the summer moon switches places with the summer sun

chenle is swinging back and forth and you’re leaning against the side of the swing set nervously biting your lip

“he gave me a look when we left.”

“are you going to teach me it by the way?”

“teach you what?”

you hear the swing come to a stop and he stands up, you don’t know if now the summer heat is getting to you

because when you look at him he looks different

he looks handsome, not just cute and sweet like you’re used to seeing him - all round faced and smiley - he’s gotten taller and is still so naturally thin it brings out the defining cuts of the sharper parts of his face

you look away immediately when you start cataloging all of this in your brain

people only do that with people they like, you don’t look at your friends and start painting their best features in your head like a psycho ........ ok not a psycho but someone that’s.....that’s in ......

“you know, how to actually kiss. not little pecks or whatever, like actual deeper kissing.”

it is obvious what he’s asking and you are pretty sure it’s just his drive to be better at all this for that person he likes

but you feel shy about it, even a little uncomfortable with the idea of being slightly closer to someone who is using you as what could be compared with a scientific mannequin

a how-to user guide, a one time trial period

you feel light headed and when chenle comes into your personal space and reaches out to hold you, you jerk back

“stop - wait.”

he listens

“w-who do you even like, you never told me.”

“why’s that important?”

his eyes widen a little and you are racing through a hundred different excuses and reasons to prolong this conversation

“well i want to know. i mean, i mean everything we practiced you’re going to use with them so i just i guess i feel like im at least entitled to know that.”

“it’s a secret, it doens’t matter either way.”

“do i know them?”

chenle frowns, “no. they don’t live near here. anyway are you ok why-”

you walk backwards, up until your back hits the fence that runs around the little park

chenle’s ticked off look turns into genuine concern and he stops a couple of feet from you and asks this time if you’re really ok, if you don’t want to do this anymore than that’s all you have to say-

he’s speaking, in almost something akin to a whisper, and the sound along with the dawning of the evening makes you remember that first kiss you gave him on the stairs

his bruised knee, haechan’s voice in the distance, the long steps leading up to the entire world and away from chenle

if you really had felt nothing for him but friendship, you would have gotten up and told him to stop playing around

you would have trotted up those steps and joined everyone else

you would have never leaned in and kissed him first

but you had and the secret that you’d stowed as far back in your heart as possible had slowly, with each day of this summer, been pulled out and out and out

and now it was big and shining and the only thing you could think about anymore

i like chenle

and everytime he kisses me

he’s thinking of someone else

“i can’t, i can’t do that with you.”

you finally find the words and then clutch your fingers into fists at your side when chenle gives you a sad look you almost never see him wear

“it’s not that i don’t want to, i do. i want to. and not to help you learn or whatever but because i really just........want to.”

that sad look is turning into something you’re too scared to look at - but you know he’s following your train of thought now

“and you should want to do that with the person you like, not a replace-”

“it’s you.”

he cuts in before you finish your sentence and like a train going at full speed you brake and everything crashes in at once

“-ment......sorry, what?”

“it’s you. you’re the person i like.”

“but- you - practice- you - what?”

the starstruck look on your face makes chenle laugh and you can’t believe the audacity, buy you also want an answer so when he wipes away his chuckling he nods

“it was you all along. do you think i’d ever want to spend days making out with someone i didn’t like?”

when you had thought something had been wrong with him on the day he’d asked you to do this the first time, you really had thought either he’d gotten heatstroke or been brainwashed

it was so unlike chenle to 1) admit he needed to practice something and 2) want to practice it with someone he wasn’t at least fond of

so really, maybe something had been wrong with you, when you had failed to see that his whole plan this time was

“you just wanted an excuse to kiss me all summer?”

he shrugs and grins, “it was nice right?”

you can’t argue or lie or disagree - it was nice - and now you’re standing here in this park with no one around and you think maybe you shuold teach chenle the last and final thing about kissing

so you finally let him come closer and with his hand on your waist, just where you like it, he leans in again

but just before you do anything else you pull back and mumble

“jaemin is going to freak out when we tell him he was right, we have been sneaking out around behind everyones back to make out.”

“yeah but renjun definitely knows right?”

you nod, right, maybe that’ll soften the shock for everyone

(it doesn’t)

and sometimes you also get another wave of shock, even after dating chenle for so long

not much has changed - you still like to push each other and tease and pretend like you aren’t head over heels in love with each other

if only because that’s one way to show that you are, in fact, very much attached

and because even when you kiss in front of the group - jaemin still says it blows his mind

the only person who keeps reminding everyone that he saw this coming, even before you and chenle spent that summer locking lips

is renjun who looks at you and chenle and is like, “one day ill probably be helping plan their wedding.”

you and chenle look at each other and pretend to gag, wedding? no way? to each other? you’d both rather die!

and then you grin and kiss and tickle noses and disappear into a bubble of your own

every time you get to be alone though you whisper against his cheek that you love him, he knows exactly how to make you happy

and he reminds you hey - you taught me everything i know, that one summer all that time ago.

#we love this trope at least i do #nct scenarios #nct au #chenle scenarios #chenle au #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #nct #chenle #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #chenle imagines #happy birthday kiddo!!!!!!!!#zhong chenle au #nostalgic!au

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fortisfiliae · 4 years

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Promised Part 9 - Tom Riddle x reader

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.3k

Part 9 - Never trust a Snake

Tom’s dorm was the nicest one you had ever seen in Hogwarts. Single bedrooms were offered to head boys and girls only, as a further reward to their title. His room was the size of a normal five-bedroom, but instead of four additional beds, it was furnished with a welcoming couch, a nice wooden desk and chair, a fireplace and provided overall much more space. It wasn’t located next to the other dorms either, which had its virtues and disadvantages. The good thing was that you didn’t have to walk through the hallway of all the Slytherin boys’ dorms to get there. The bad thing was that Tom’s room was right next to Freda’s, so you had seen her a couple more times than you had wanted to. She had never said anything though and usually stomped off right away, brows knitted and red in the face.

Tom had ordered you to his room the day after Slughorn’s party, which was a privilege not many students were granted. Maybe not that much of a privilege if one was engaged to him. But thinking of it from your perspective, his fiancée, who he hadn’t even proposed to, who he wasn’t even in love with when the engagement took place, it certainly felt special. And like he wanted you to be there. He let you study there even when he had to attend to his duties as head boy, which took up quite a bit of his time.

And then there was the Moly. A magical flower, used to counteract enchantments, that Professor Beery, the Herbology teacher, had given to pairs of students to take care of. They were weakest the last days before blooming and needed tending multiple times a day. It was a tricky task to keep them alive, so Beery had promised to give everyone who could manage it extra points for the Herbology N.E.W.T.s in advance.

Tom had suggested keeping the Moly that had been given to the two of you in his room, as it would increase the chances of keeping it in good condition, seeing that no one else could get their fingers on it. Even though the plant looked quite healthy, he insisted on your help to look after it, as he was not willing to share points if you wouldn’t. So you had come to his room every day, only for the Moly of course.

Other times, when you were just reading or writing another Charm’s essay there, Tom used to stay nearby. He didn’t talk much, as per usual, and rather stared at you from across the room, but the fact that he never told you to leave and always asked when you would come back, for the Moly obviously, made it quite clear that he enjoyed your presence.

And you did too. So much that you had even spent the night accidentally. Accidentally, as in, you had stayed up way too long reading and making notes in your Guide To Advanced Transfiguration textbook, had really, absolutely, doubtlessly planned to go back to your own dorm, but couldn’t be bothered to get up from the sofa until you had finally fallen asleep.

You woke up in Tom’s bed, not remembering how you had ended up there and sat up slowly, looking around, until you noticed him sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Have I overslept?” you asked, hastily fixing your hair and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s Saturday,” Tom answered, grinning at your attempts of getting up. “8 a.m. You can sleep a bit longer if you want.”

“Oh, Saturday, yes. How did I… What happened last night?”

“You fell asleep on the couch. It didn’t look comfortable, you were all sprawled out and twisted. So I put you into bed.”

You swallowed thickly. He had put you into his bed?

“Did you-”

“No,” Tom shook his head. “I took the couch.”

“Noble,” you said sarcastically, leading him to roll his eyes at you. “Why can’t I remember how I got into bed?”

“I used a Levitation Charm.”

“Oh. Weren’t you afraid I might’ve ended up on the floor?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as if doubting his skills wasn’t a thing Tom Riddle would do. “I tend to know what I’m capable of before I do it.”

“I see,” you answered. “Come here then?”

Tom looked at you questioningly before you reached out your hand, holding it in the air for him to take it. He did and you slowly pulled him closer, until he lay down next to you.

Your hand went up to his face and you ran your fingers through his hair, to which he closed his eyes, letting you play with his locks for a while.

Now that you were fully aware of where you were, you noticed how different Tom’s linen smelled compared to your own. They had his clean, warm scent, of tangy embers dying in the fireplace, mixed with leather and something fresh like dewy iron. The scent had rubbed off on you while you had slept there and it felt like he had marked you, without even coming close.

“You didn’t have to sleep on the couch,” you whispered.

His eyes opened again. “You were completely knocked out. That would have felt off.”

“Well, for next time then,” you smiled, took his chin between your fingers and pressed a kiss to his lips. “We’re engaged after all. Have you forgotten?”

“Oh piss off,” he scoffed and pulled you in for another kiss.

Some hours later, when you were tending to the Moly, you looked over towards the fireplace, where Nagini was sleeping in front of. At least you assumed she was sleeping. Her eyes were open and her tongue flicked out of her mouth every now and then, but she seemed calm. You laughed to yourself at the sight, as it reminded you of a cat seeking warmth. Well, a pet was a pet, you figured.

“How’s the Moly doing?” Tom asked and went up to inspect it.

“Good. Great actually,” you said. “I think we’re going to earn those extra points from Beery.”

“Don’t you think it looks a bit sickly?” he asked, holding the thin black stem between his fingers.

“No, it’s alright.”

He uttered a humph. “You don’t have the book on you, the one I gave you for Christmas, do you?”

“No, it’s in my dorm. Why would you need that now?”

“Have you read through it? All the way?”

“No, I haven’t yet. I just flicked through it and read some recipes that sounded interesting,” you answered, not knowing what he had in mind. “I wanted to try one of the Potions after we’re done with school. They all seem to take a while.”

“Which one?”

“The Vial of Auras for starters. Why?”

He nodded, still looking at the Moly. “I think there’s a recipe for plant cultivation in there. Could be of use.”

“But it looks fine, why-”

He turned his face toward you, looking into your eyes. “Just bring the book next time.”

“Okay,” you said, although it sounded more like a question. “I can bring it tonight. I’m going out to Hogsmeade with Camille in the afternoon. I’ll be back around 7 I guess.”

“That’ll do,” he said and smiled, finally sounding satisfied.

It was five minutes past seven when you returned to Tom’s room. The date with Camille had been wonderful, although you had had one too many toffees at the sweet shop. You had also gotten the Potions book from your dorm, still wondering why the Moly would need extra support. It looked totally fine to you.

Tom’s room was empty, aside from Nagini, who had curled herself around one of the bedposts. You went over to the desk, where the Moly was standing and put the book beside it. Next to the plant lay a handwritten note:

“Coming back soon - Dippet needs me for head boy duties”

Killing time it was, then. You took Tom’s Charms book from the stack and practised a few spells for a while, trying to revise those that would most likely be tested in the N.E.W.T.s. About ten minutes later, the door opened and Tom entered the room. He dragged his feet as he shuffled in and was slightly out of breath.

“Are you alright?” you asked while putting the Charms book away.

He nodded. You walked over and took a seat on the couch, patting the space next to you for Tom to join you.

“I brought the book,” you said and pointed towards the desk.

Tom sat down, looked at it from afar and squinted. “The book?”

“The Potions book you asked me to bring. Don’t you remember?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry, I totally forgot.”

You frowned, slightly worried. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Tom nodded and scratched the side of his face. “Yes, yes. I’m just a bit tired.”

Tired wasn’t exactly what you would have described the state of him. He seemed nervous and completely out of it, his shoulders hanging down limply.

“Did something happen? What did you have to do for Dippet?” you asked.

His eyes roamed the floor while he pondered. “Nothing important. Just some scheduling for the prefects.”

Something cold rubbed against your foot and when you looked down, you saw Nagini, who had slithered over. She placed herself between Tom and you on the floor, her hisses a tad louder than usual.

“What does she want?” you asked.

Tom stared at Nagini vacantly and didn’t answer.

“Tom?”

“Hm?”

“What is she saying?”

“She’s hungry.”

“Hungry? We’ve just fed her recently. Strange,” you said and bent down to pat her head. “I’m going to get you some more mice soon, don’t worry.”

Tom’s gaze roamed the room as if he was looking for something.

“Do you want to take a look at the book now? For the Moly?” you asked.

“No,” he answered. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead then.”

“You remember the day we got engaged, right?”

“Of course. Why?”

“Well, it was obviously an arrangement between our families,” he stated, waiting for you to confirm.

“Yes.”

“So I was wondering… What’s in it for you?”

Your stomach dropped. What did he mean ‘what’s in it for you’? Your sister’s curse was the most evident thing in this whole situation.

“You know exactly what’s in it for me,” you said while folding your arms. “Actually, I could ask you the same thing. Don’t tell me you forgot why we’re doing this.”

He took a moment to think before answering. “Of course I haven’t. I just thought there could be something else. Like, perhaps your parents bribed my family.”

You blinked irritatedly. He had not just said that.

“Are you serious right now?” you asked. “You’re suggesting my parents took advantage of the situation, went and killed two birds with one stone? So that they could marry me off and make me your problem?”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then retracted. “No, I didn’t mean-”

“Because I’ll have you know, my family would never do such a thing,” you interrupted him. “I know yours probably would, but my parents are not like that, believe it or not. I thought you knew that by now.”

“I was just wondering. No need to make a fuss about it.”

“You know what?” you said and got up from the couch, making sure not to step on Nagini. “You sound exactly like Ben. Only more rude. And I thought you didn’t trust him. But it seems that you don’t trust me either all of a sudden.”

“Wait, I’m sorry,” Tom said and followed you. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“We’re done here,” you huffed, making your way to the door, followed closely by Nagini, until Tom grabbed your hand.

“Don’t leave now,” he said, pulled you in a bit closer and a whiff of cologne wafted your way. He reeked of sweat and coughed so loudly you thought he might throw up any moment.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Tom,” you answered, your hand still in his. “Maybe you have a cold coming on or something because you don’t seem like you’re in your right mind. Now let me go.”

“No,” he said but turned his face away from you.

Suddenly the door flew open and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw who it was. Tiernan Lestrange. And next to him was... Tom? Standing in the door frame, his eyes darting back and forth between you and… You looked to your left, to the person next to you and saw that Emlyn Avery was standing in Tom’s place, still holding your hand.

You wrenched your hand out of his grip and took several steps backwards.

“Avery?” you asked. “What is going on?”

Tom, the real Tom, still stared at you, a fire burning behind his eyes as he quickly walked into the room. Lestrange followed and closed the door behind himself.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tom hissed, both at Avery and you.

Avery kept silent, a nasty grin forming on his face.

“He… You,” you stammered.

“You two? Holding hands in my room?” Tom yelled, his chest heaving. “Are you kidding me?”

“I can explain.”

Could you really?

“Well, I hope you can. Taking Avery into my room to do who knows what? Care to explain that?”

“He was you!” you said, only then noticing how crazy you must have sounded.

Tom shot you a look that told you better not to take him for a fool. His thoughts must have raced at top speed inside his head, as you could practically see him thinking. His eyes scurried from your hand to Avery’s, then up to his face. His knuckles had turned white from how hard he clenched his fists and he couldn’t seem to stand still. You wondered what his next move would be. Punch Avery in the nose, curse the two of you, or rush out of the room? It reminded you of the time he had seen Ben and you at the Black Lake.

“Please,” you whispered. “Let me explain.”

Tom sighed and avoided looking at you. He shook his head as if he was fighting an internal battle against himself. It almost looked painful. Finally, he went up to Avery, pointing his wand right below the boy’s chin.

“Sit down,” Tom spat. “You too Lestrange! And I don’t want to hear a single word from either of you.”

They did as he said and Tom led you to the other side of the room, followed by Nagini. He cast a Muffliato Charm on the two boys so that they wouldn’t be able to hear what you had to say.

“Go on,” Tom then said, still avoiding eye contact.

“I came here around seven, as we agreed. I brought the book but you weren’t here. Then I saw your note on the table and waited for you. You, I mean Avery, came in shortly after. But he looked exactly like you. Just until you showed up right now. I swear to Merlin.”

“What do you mean he looked like me?” Tom asked, an annoyed frown on his face.

“He looked and sounded just like you. I thought he was you. He acted weird and I didn’t trust him, but I thought you were just stressed out. The only way I could possibly explain this would be Polyjuice Potion.”

“You don’t really think one of them would be able to brew that correctly, do you?”

“I don’t,” you mumbled. “But how else would it be possible? You have to believe me. I would have never brought him here. Or anyone.”

He looked at you now, so intensely, it felt like he was reading your thoughts, trying to see if you were lying to him.

“Why would he do that?” he then asked.

“I don’t know,” you answered and gave it a good thought. “He asked me about some things. About the engagement. Maybe he was trying to convict me. They haven’t trusted me ever since the school year began, remember?”

Tom nodded and exhaled strongly, walking in circles around you.

“Did he touch you?” he asked.

“No. He just held me back when I wanted to leave. Just my hand, nothing else.”

“Are you sure? Don’t lie to me. If he touched you, I swear I’m going to-”

“No. He didn’t.”

Silence. Nagini’s quiet hisses disrupted your thoughts and you noticed that Tom seemed a lot calmer now.

“Why was Lestrange with you?” you asked.

“He came up to me when I was done at Dippet’s. Tried to babble on for ages about assignments.”

“That makes sense. So you wouldn’t disrupt their plan.”

“What did Avery ask you exactly?”

“If my parents had bribed your family. So we would get married.”

“Idiot,” Tom muttered.

“That’s what I thought too.”

Tom eventually stopped circling you, placed himself beside you and you both watched Lestrange and Avery sitting next to each other on the sofa. They didn’t dare look back at you and simply stared down at the floor like two ten-year-olds waiting for their parents

to punish them.

“Oh, and another thing,” you began. “Avery stinks.”

Tom, to your surprise, laughed.

That made you a bit more confident, so you asked: “Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” he said. “I do.”

He did? You looked at him, taken aback.

“Nagini,” Tom said to you while watching as the snake’s head reared up. “She’s your witness. She confirmed you’re telling the truth.”

“Good girl,” you said and smiled at her, to which she hissed happily. You really had to get her some more mice. “Now, what were they thinking? What point were they trying to prove?”

“Let’s ask them,” he said, broke the Muffliato Charm with a swift motion of his wand and walked over towards the couch.

“I’m going to ask you some things,” he said to them. “And don’t you dare lie to me. You know I can tell. You’re lucky you caught me on a good day, actually.”

They both nodded.

“Polyjuice Potion?” Tom asked.

Avery looked over to Lestrange. They both nodded again.

“Where did you get that from?”

“Stole it from Slughorn,” Avery mumbled so lowly, you could hardly understand.

“Speak up!” Tom ordered.

“We stole it from Slughorn’s stock,” Avery repeated. “At the party, when everyone was dancing.”

Tom sighed and pinched the skin on the bridge of his nose. Of course they hadn’t brewed it themselves. They were far too daft.

“Why?” Tom went on. “What’s the reason for all that?”

“Well,” Lestrange cleared his throat. “We were only doing it for you, Tom. To make sure she’s not betraying you. To find out if she and her family were using you, you know.”

“So we could help you,” Avery added and nodded vehemently.

Tom grinned coldly. “And you thought I wouldn’t have found this out myself by now? That I would need your help? Seriously?”

“We thought-”

“No! You didn’t think at all,” Tom interrupted. “You went behind my back, stole from a teacher and disrespected my fiancée. You’re both an embarrassment for Slytherin and I swear, if I ever see one of you just looking her way, it’s not going to end this lightly.”

Both of them nodded again and looked down onto the floor, not saying anything.

“Now follow me,” Tom said, still angry with them.

“Where are we going?” Avery asked as he got up.

“I’m going to report you to the headmaster of course. And trust me, you’ll be glad Dippet is going to choose your punishment and not me.”

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queenmagnusao3 · 3 years

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Bedtime - Lin the Babysitter

“Meelo! Get down from there this instance! I swear if you wake your brother after I just spent an hour getting him to fall asleep I will-“

Lin was cut short by the young airbender hopping down from the roof and landing, very expertly, on Lin’s shoulders. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth got very thin in obvious annoyance. Meelo crossed his arms on the top of her head and rested his chin on them.

“Where are your sisters?”

“IKKI, JI-“

Lin’s hand shot up and quickly covered the airbender’s mouth.

“What did I just say about waking your brothe- ugck!”

She pulled her hand back down, shaking it furiously.

“Did you just lick me?”

He giggled in response, thumping his heels against her metal chest plate. Having had enough, she grabbed him by one ankle and pulled him from her shoulders so he was hanging upside down in front of her. He laughed uncontrollably and she lifted him up so she could look him in the eye.

“Now you listen to me. We’re going to find your sisters and then it’s time for you all to go to bed. Do you understand?”

“No!”

He wriggled against her grip and Lin felt her stomach drop for a moment when he slipped out of her hand. It was short lived, however, as she was quickly reminded that he was an airbender. He merely twisted around mid-air, landing on his feet like a cat before immediately taking off in the direction opposite the house.

Lin let out a loud groan, throwing her head back in frustration. How did she EVER let Tenzin convince her to babysit his herd of brats. He and Pema had wanted to have night to themselves for the first time since the kids had been born and somehow they had thought she was the best person to keep the children in line. They had sent Meelo to try and sweet talk her and she cursed herself for being unable to say no to his toothy smile as he fed her some bull about her being his hero or something.

As she watched him running farther away from her she made mental note to never fall for his antics again. Deciding that it was best to act before he was completely out of her range she stomped her foot to the ground. Too distracted to be paying much attention to his surroundings, Meelo quickly found his entire lower body encased in earth, his hands trapped by his sides.

“No fair!”

Lin couldn’t help but smirk as she slowly sauntered towards him.

“Meelo, what did you do?”

“She said we have to go to bed!”

“But I don’t want to go to bed!”

“Ikki, Meelo, the sun is setting. You know that means it’s time for bed.”

“Jinora, just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you’re the boss of us!”

“No, but I am.”

Jinora and Ikki were walking up one of the grassy paths when they came across their trapped brother. Lin put her hands on her hips as she approached in an attempt to look more intimidating. She could regularly make grown men nearly wet their pants with a single glance but these kids weren’t even phased by her general authoritarian demeanor.

“B…but Aunt Lin! Why do we have to go to bed?”

“Because I said so. And don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not your Aunt.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not.”

“Lord Zuko isn’t our dad’s uncle but he still calls him that. And he calls your mom Aunt Toph.”

“That’s because he had a close relationship with both of them growing up.”

Lin released Meelo from his earthen prison and made a motion for him to reclaim his perch upon her shoulders. He squealed with delight before launching himself back up, squeezing his legs tightly against her neck.

“No fair! I want to ride on your shoulders. Meelo always gets to!”

“Meelo, stop squeezing so hard. Ikki, you can ride on my back if you want, just don’t knock your brother off.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Ikki jumped into the air and latched herself onto Lin’s back. With Meelo on her shoulders there wasn’t much space for Ikki to hold on so Lin flicked her hand so one of her cables wrapped around the girl’s behind and crisscrossed over her back like a harness.

“Let’s go!!”

Lin looked over to Jinora with what she hoped was a sympathetic look.

“Sorry, I don’t have any other body parts for you to climb on, kid.”

“EW MEELO FARTED!”

Lin stumbled a bit as she tried to stay upright while Ikki struggled against her back. Meelo was laughing hysterically and kicked his legs hard against her chest. She and Jinora shared a look, both deadpan and completely done with the younger airbender’s antics.

“It’s okay. I prefer to walk.”

Twenty minutes later Lin had managed to get them all into bed. Not their own beds because apparently that was asking too much. Instead she had convinced Jinora to share their parents’ bed with her younger siblings. Lin had formed a silent alliance with the girl and she hoped she’d be able to keep them in line should they decide to rebel against bedtime… again. She carefully pulled the blankets up over the trio, pleading silently with the universe that they’d just go to sleep.

“Now, you all go to sleep and no getting out of bed. Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Yeah! Will you throw us in jail?”

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to see what jail is!”

“Me too!”

Meelo was already halfway out of bed when Lin finally lost her temper.

“NO! You. Get back in that bed right now.”

She really did try to not use her police chief voice with the kids but she was just so exhausted and wanted nothing more in the world than for them to go to sleep. Then she saw the looks on their faces. Meelo was frozen, eyes wide as he stared at her. She hadn’t meant for it to come out so abrasively but then Ikki started to cry and she actually felt bad.

“Ikki, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I got a little frustrated.”

“It’s okay. We have been kind of bad, haven’t we?”

Lin, once again, felt bad for making the kids feel like she was upset with them. They definitely were a burden but she didn’t need to make them feel bad about it. They were children. She spent every day dealing with adults who behaved more poorly than Tenzin’s kids, she supposed she could give them a little leeway. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at them.

“No. You haven’t been that bad. I’m just still getting used to looking after you. I don’t have much experience with kids.”

“That is painfully obvious.”

Lin looked to Jinora in surprise and found the young girl giving her a cheeky smile. Oh, she most definitely was becoming Lin’s favorite.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid. Now, back into bed. You really do need to go to sleep.”

“B..but I’m not even tired.”

Meelo yawned, not fighting Lin as she covered him back up with the blanket. Ikki already had her eyes closed and she walked around to the other side of the bed, making sure Jinora was comfortable as well. To Lin’s surprise the girl sat up and wrapped her arms tightly around her neck.

“Thanks for watching us tonight, Aunt Lin.”

Lin didn’t correct her this time, giving her a quick pat on the back before Jinora nestled back into the bed. She surveyed the three of them for a moment. They’re much cuter when they’re quiet. She quietly walked to the door, thinking she had finally achieved the impossible when…

“EW! MEELO!”

Ikki was yelling again while Meelo waved the blanket up and down wildly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help that I’m so full of air. It just has to come out.”

Lin felt like crying. She really did. They had been so close.

“Meelo, Ikki, lay back down. There, the smell is gone.”

Jinora had taken control of the situation before Lin even had a chance to turn back to them. Sending a jet of air around the room to clear it of any unpleasant smells produced by her disgusting little brother. Ikki was still pouting and Meelo gave Lin one of his signature, toothy smiles.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just… just please go to sleep now.”

“Wait!”

“What is it Ikki?”

“Tell us a story!”

“It’s way too late-“

“I’m sure we’ll all go right to sleep if you tell us a story.”

“Jinora, I thought you were on my team.”

She looked at her innocently and Lin let out a long sigh.

“Fine. I’ll tell you a story my mother used to tell me and my sister when we were kids.”

They all looked very excited as Lin sat on the edge of the bed again and cleared her throat dramatically.

“The cats nestle close to their kittens,

The lambs have laid down with the sheep.

You are cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.

Please go the fuck to sleep...”

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mashiraostail · 4 years

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How about Aizawa, Present Mic, Toshinori and Midnight with an S/O who's a super light sleeper due to anxiety and they get freaked out by sudden loud noises that wake them up and one night they hear something so S/O wakes them up to shyly ask if they'll do a sweep of the house with them to help them feel safe enough to go back to sleep?

me walking around my tiny ass apartment w my huge ass dog as if either of us r gonna do something if we happen upon an intruder

Aizawa Shouta: You were probably just hearing things. Shouta wasn’t an unusually deep sleeper, you were sure if it was a concerning noise he’d wake up too, you were just a freakishly light sleeper. You told yourself that over and over to calm yourself down. Seriously wind outside wakes you up, Shouta snuffling into the pillow beside you has woken you up before, your neighbor closing their door too loud upstairs has woken you up. Whatever startled you just had to be one of those things, or something similar. So go back to sleep. You think that but you just stare at the slightly ajar door of your bedroom..what if someone...or something was out there? You should get up and check, right? You hear another creek. Nope. No way. Not alone. You’ve seen what happens in the movies, and besides this is what dating a pro hero is for, he can do it. You look over to the man sleeping beside you, he was on his back, one arm still partially outstretched to accommodate you where you’d been laying against his side, the other behind his head. His chest was rising and falling with long sleepy breaths, the low bun he’d pulled his hair into tufted up behind him on the pillow. Gee. You felt sort of bad waking him up when he looked so comfortable. But also there could totally be a killer in the kitchen, or worse. Something way worse could be in the kitchen. You watch his nose twitch. But he looked so sleepy, even now he had bags under his eyes. Another creak. “Shouta.” You hiss, you don’t know why your whispering, you live here. He just snuffles under his breath, but doesn’t seem to wake up. “Sho..” You plant a hand firmly on his chest and shake him a little, his skin was warm on your already clammy palms. “Huh?” It’s gruff, a little irritated, and tired, he drags the hand that was once behind his head down his face, “’d you call me?” He isn’t sure why he asks, the way you’re sitting up beside him and your hand on his chest tells him what he needs to know. “Sorry.” You murmur, “’m really sorry to wake you up but I think I heard something..and I can’t go back to sleep, come check with me?” Sure he’s tired but that’s kinda sweet...he can’t help the fact he enjoys being asked for help, it’s his job after all as a teacher and a pro, he’s glad you lean on him. It’s nice to feel needed, and it’s nice to know he puts you at ease. He hums indifferently as he sits up, “mmhm.” He nods, rubbing his eyes, “yeah, alright. Where’d you hear it?” “The kitchen I think?” He grumbles, “okay come on.” He gets up and stretches a little, “stay behind me alright, scardey cat?” He checks everywhere, even the closet you hadn’t opened since you moved into the place. “Nothing’s here.” You’re back at your bedroom door where you started, “just us.” He presses a long kiss to your temple, “think you can get to sleep now?” “Yeah, thanks..” You follow him back to bed and he shuffles underneath the covers again. “any time. Wake me up again if you need me.”

Hizashi Yamada: You’re pretty sure the couple above you had dogs, more than a few and they were all big. You were sure that’s what the clacking was, just cute little dog paws on polished wood floors. That’s all it was. But it still sounded damn creepy in the middle of the night. Hizashi was a deep sleeper, maybe a little unnaturally deep, that guy could sleep through a lot of noise, seeing as he made so much himself he was probably used to it. But he was a pro, after all, if something was strange he’d probably notice it too...it wasn’t anything you’re just paranoid for some reason. You scold yourself as you shuffle back into your pillows, there’s nothing to be afraid of so just go to sleep. The dark of the hallway beyond your bedroom door is taunting you though, anything could be in there. You should just check- was that a shape in the darkness? No way. Nevermind screw checking you’d just die here, whatever- You look over and realize Hizashi is with you, laying on his side, facing you one arm under a pillow the other reaching out to drape itself across your stomach, his hair was mostly freed from the elastic he’d used to pull it back earlier in the night. No... You furrow your eyebrows at him, he looked so cozy. You couldn’t wake him up for nothing...unless it wasn’t nothing...but..his hand closes around your waist and you’re heart swells a little, it could totally be nothing... You swear you see something move. “Zash-” You murmur at him, to no avail. “Zashi-” You grip his arms, “hey Zash..” “After hours.” He mutters pressing into the pillow. “Zash please-” You push against the bare skin of his back with your palm, shaking his whole body. “Wuh-wussit?” He picks his head up off the pillow, just barely, “somethin wrong?” His arm lifts off your stomach as he rubs his eyes, “what’s up?” “I think I heard something, can you come check?” Yeah okay, his heart swells a little bit with pride. Maybe a lot. He sits up quickly, “of course baby! Where do you think it’s coming from?” “I think the front hall? I dunno..” You confess, “but I just..I can’t sleep now and-” “Say no more.” He holds his hand up, “you stay here and I’ll check it out-” “Would you mind..if I just come? You know..incase?” You stop him, the last thing you wanted was to be alone in this dark room all alone. “Of course you can come!” He feels a little bad that you’re scared but his heart is absolutely singing right now, he thinks its the sweetest thing in the world. You were scared and he made you feel better? Come on that’s heaven. “Wanna hold my hand?” He offers it to you as you regroup at the foot of your bed. “Looks like it was just a neighbor or something.” He hums as you return to the foot of your bed, “nothing looked out of place to me.” He doesn’t make you let go of his hand, “feel any better?” “Mhm..” You nod and he grins at you, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Let’s just get back under the covers, not like anything can hurt us under there anyway, we’ve made it this far with that method, right?”

Yagi Toshinori: He was on the lighter side when it came to sleepers, though he was average usually, sometimes if you were a little too restless beside him he’d stir up, if this noise was really suspect he’d wake up. But he was sleeping like a baby beside you. He said it so often, as long as he wasn’t worried you didn’t need to be. He didn’t look even a little worried right now. But...the clattering..it sounded like something was rummaging around where it didn’t belong...plus it’s not like Toshi was a nobody, retired or no he was still the symbol of peace, he still had a target on his back, he probably always would. So you should check, for his sake and- the rattling makes your heart stop. The symbol of peace can do it. “Yagi-” You turn to him, about to reach over and shake him up but..oh..no. He looks so content and sleepy on his back, both arms still stretched out to be holding onto you, though one was trapped across his abdomen as you’d sat up and it fell away. His face was relaxed and he was snoring quietly. But the noise. He snuffled, nose wrinkling and twitching as he settled further into the pillow. But sweet cozy Yagi...the next clatter was enough to make you jump. “Toshi hey-” You reach out and press a hand to his chest, “Tosh?” “Mhm?” He mumbles and shuffles closer to you. “I heard something...” You murmur and his eyes crack open. “heard something?” His other hand slides down you back and you nod, “it freaked me out.” You flatten your palms against his chest and look up at him, “can you check..?” He can’t say he’s not a little honored that you still fell protected by him even without All Might in the picture, you still wanted him to go sweep the place for anything out of the ordinary, he appreciates it more than he’ll say. Even though he’s retired, he’s still simple, once a hero always a hero, he can’t help but just want to protect. “Oh?” He sits up, “yeah I can do that.” He musses up his hair, “where’d you hear it?” “I’ll show you?” You follow him and he nods, outstretching an arm and welcoming you into his side, “alright, just stay by me okay?” You nod up at him as he pushes your bedroom door open. He looks through the whole place, every cabinet and closet, around every corner, keeping one arm around your shoulders, huddling you into his side. “Looks like it was just a bad dream or something.” He reassures you, back in your bedroom, “did I miss anything?” He takes your head in his hands and presses a long kiss to your hairline, you shake your head, “No, I don’t think so. Sorry to wake you up..” “If you’re afraid and I can make you feel better I want you to wake me up.” He hums, smiling at the feeling of your hands coming around his wrists, he can see your eyelids drooping “you seem exhausted now, if you’re feeling better let’s get into bed.”

Nemuri Kayama: Oh no. No way. You are not the one. Whatever was having a field day in your living room would just have to call it a night. No. You scold yourself, nothing was in the living room, it was the heater clanking on, your neighbors stomping around in heels, maybe a stray cat trying to get in a window or something. No one was in here but you and Nemuri, like every night, like normal. Nemuri was a light enough sleeper, you’d woken her up easily before by mistake so if this was really something to worry about she’d be up too, you were sure of it. Unless maybe she had a long day and was really just super deeply asleep..then what?? What if it was something malicious and she was too tired to wake up for it and you talk yourself down too much and then neither of you suspect anything? You should check- a low whirring makes you reconsider. You look up at Nemuri, you were still laid against her, huddled into her side, both of her arms were around you, one hand half curled around the nape of her neck, her nails had been lightly scratching circles into your skin before she dozed off. Her cheek was pressed up against you, she looked to comfortable to bother but..that low whirring was back, what if it was some evil vacuum or something? She’d know what to do about an evil vacuum. She turns into you a bit and takes in a deep sleepy breath, it makes your chest prattle with affection. The whirring has banging now, there is now both banging and whirring, high alert. It makes you sit up. “Hey Nemuri-” You look down at her and she groans. “Muri-” You shake her a little and she groans again, louder. “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t open her eyes. “I need help.” “Oh?” She peeks an eye open, “with what?” “I heard a noise outside. I’m freaked out.” “Oh.” She opens both her eyes fully, “that’s kind of adorable.” “I’m glad one of us is enjoying this. I’ve got a seriously bad feeling.” You grumble and she laughs. “Alright well wait here and your big bad girlfriend will scare all the villains away-” “Leave me here ALONE for them to kidnap?” You spring up as she stands, “no way you’re getting rid of me that easy, I’m coming with you.” She snorts at that, “gosh, you’re right, how could I be so foolish? Come with, me and stay close. I forgot i’ve got precious cargo” She waits for you to catch up and offers you her arm, which you take gratefully, “come on my little jellyfish.” Despite her teasing she’s very thorough as she checks out the place. She’s glad you trust her with your safety so much, she’s glad you came to her before you worked yourself up too much. “I dunno what you heard baby.” She shakes her head as you reconvine by your bed, “but whatever it was, nothing is in here besides us.” She crosses her heart with her free hand, her nail catching the ribbed fabric of her sports bra just a little, she definitely did that on purpose, “just you, me, and all the sexual tension between us-” She wraps two arms around your back and you flutter at the contact. “Sexual tension? Mur, we’re practically married-” “That’s what makes it great.” She hums pulling you even closer. “Nemuri I’m tired-” You complain, bracing yourself against her solid shoulders as she pulls you into her chest, lips pressing a line up your jaw. “You can’t wake me up and be all cute like this and expect me not to react, that’s cruel and unusual. Besides it’ll just help you sleep better in the end.”

#aizawa shouta x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #nemuri kayama x reader #midnight x reader #all might x reader #present mic x reader #bnha x reader #bnha requests

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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not a bad thing.

a/n: we often see fics involving cats turning into a human hybrid but i wanted to switch it up. i wasn’t sure if i wanted to make him full on quadrupedal or just half human-cat. spoiler: i chose the latter.

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: n/a

pairing: catboy!shinsou x gn!reader

summary: shinsou is infested by a quirk that turns him into a cat. how is he going to turn back?

you and shinsou are on patrol before suddenly alerted that there is a robbery from the jewelry shop nearby. the both of you quickly get into offensive mode and spot the running criminal, one that you’ve never seen or known of– probably making their debut tonight. they have the physique of a human but the head of a cat. none of you have any idea of what their quirk is but judging from their figure, you probably have the gist of it.

“okay, they’re running into an alley!” you inform shinsou who’s running right behind you. “i’ll try to get them from the back while you try to distract them.”

“hey, wait–” he calls but you already left him when you turn to the other side of the building to execute your plan.

you stalk the criminal behind the wall who’s running towards your direction before jumping in front of them and startling them. your quirk allows the ground to turn into clay and objects to molt into shapes you desire with a touch. the ground between you melted once you activated your quirk, but the offender is quick to stop and turn around and face shinsou instead.

“we got you cornered. please don’t resist.” shinsou says, activating his quirk at the same time. realizing that they have no other options, they sprint forwards into shinsou’s direction to make a break for it. shinsou swiftly uses his scarf to grab a hold on them but unfortunately, they’re so much quicker and are able to smoothly avoid the restraints– thanks to their feline capabilities and senses.

“shinsou!” the culprit is closing in and before shinsou can defend himself, he’s met with nothing but a soft peck on his lips. the both of you are surprised and they easily take the opportunity to escape and disappear from your sights.

“are you–” concerned, you run up to him who is still baffled and wiping his lips with his sleeve.

“fine,” he grunts. “but they got away. hopefully the police are notified by now.”

“i’m sorry, it’s my fault. i didn’t think it through.” you sigh defeatedly. “but hey, at least someone got a kiss!” you joke, eliciting an eye roll from the male.

“shut up, it’s not funny. what am i gonna write in our report? ‘got kissed by a villain’? goddamn it.”

you laugh, “it sounds romantic, though.”

a loud banging on your door suddenly interrupts you from your sleep. you glance sleepily at the clock from your bedside table– 2:24 a.m. maybe turning on sleep mode wasn’t a good idea.

you look through the peephole and open the door to a very distressed shinsou in his hoodie.

“what’s going on?” you move to the side to let him stomp in before closing the door behind you. it has only been a few hours since the incident earlier. he stays silent as he stands in the middle of the room and it kind of starts to make you feel worried. “shinsou?”

he turns around with a glare and he sighs to recollect himself, “promise me you won’t laugh.”

you blink at him once, twice. “i was in the middle of my sleep, i don’t think i’m in the mood for a joke right now.”

“promise me.”

“okay, okay. i promise!”

once he gets your word on it, he slowly pulls the hoodie down from his head– and you can’t believe what you’re seeing; shinsou now has cat ears!

“what– what’s that?!” your hand finds its way to your mouth as you try to hold in your laughter. is this a joke? was he forced to do this?

“you promised–” he pulls back the hoodie on his head to hide his new ears that hold the same shade as his hair.

“i know! but– but it’s a good look on you! you look so cute!” you start giggling and walk up to him. “oh my god, can i touch it?”

“what?! no!” shinsou steps back, protecting his new ears with his hands.

“oh, come on! you trust me with this, right? i bet i’m the first person you looked for!”

“y-yeah, but–” he stammers, “but that’s only because you were with me! i bet it was their quirk that made me like this!”

you manage to corner him to a wall and you quickly take off his hoodie to reveal his ears again that are pushing backwards as some sort of sign of defense.

“i promise i’ll be gentle.” you coax, hands already reaching up to his ears before he could answer. you scratch behind his ears like you normally do with cats and he slowly relaxes to your touch.

before he feels like he’s about to purr and humiliate himself, shinsou smacks your hand away, “cut it out.”

“why? i thought cats like that?”

“and i’m not a cat.” he looks away to hide his face, feeling like his cheeks are turning warm. “anyways, i don’t know what else it’s gonna do nor how long.”

“but we gotta tell the hero’s commission about this. i don’t know if you wanna stay over or something but i really wanna see what’ll happen tomorrow.”

“so you can laugh at me even more? when my tail shows up?” he snorts.

“pshh, no.” shinsou squints at you for a moment before you groan defeatedly, “okay, maybe?”

he rolls his eyes, “don’t mind me then.”

if your sleep last night was disturbed by knockings from the door, this morning you’re woken up by a frantic shout of your name from the living room. you quickly get out of bed to check out what’s happening.

“shinsou– oh my god!” you squeal both in amusement and shock as you notice a fluffy indigo tail coming from shinsou’s back. shinsou, however, looks beyond unamused.

“ït’s getting worse.”

“aw, shinsou.” your lips feign a pout. “you look ador– ack!” he throws a pillow at you. “fine, i’ll report this to the commission.”

“could you, maybe...” he mutters before you turn back to your room. “leave out the details? i feel embarrassed.”

you tilt your head questioningly, “but isn’t that the most important part? to find out how to undo their quirk?”

shinsou just remains quiet, his eyes staring down onto the ground. feeling as if you don’t want to make his day any worse, you comply. maybe you can find something out by the end of the day or maybe he can only hope that the quirk won’t last much longer anymore, that there should be a time limit for it like most quirks do.

you leave the room to take a quick shower and write in your report. a couple of hours pass by and you think about cooking for your guest today. shinsou is still laying on your sofa, looking very much in despair while his fluffy tail wags up and down, making you feel nothing more than mesmerized by it.

failing to fight the urge, you quietly sneak behind him and tug on his tail. the startled male turns to you annoyingly.

“at this point i just wish claws would come out so i can put a scar on you.”

“and i will throw a bucket of water in your face.” you tease. “anyways, i’m gonna cook for both of us now. you can do whatever you like. you’re a cat anyways, i can’t really tell you what to do.” he glares at you while you stride off towards the kitchen laughing.

you call out to eat once you’ve finished cooking. nothing too special, just fried rice and stirred veggies that are enough to fill your empty stomach. you’re not going to take any complaints and you’re not the best cook either but it’s the most you could do right now.

“ack!” shinsou coughs after taking the first bite of his meal and quickly gulps down some water.

you look at him dejectedly, “hey, i know my cooking isn’t that good. don’t need to rub it in my face!”

he shakes his head, “no, it’s just– i think my taste buds aren’t working well.”

“you’re just trying to make me feel better.” you scowl playfully but shinsou only chugs his drink each time he tries to put food inside his mouth. “don’t tell me you only want to eat fish now?”

“i hope i don’t. but– meow?” realizing what slips out from his mouth so casually, he puts his hand over his mouth in shock.

“meow?” you repeat.

“shit, i– meow.”

“shinsou, are you okay?” you look at him curiously.

he shakes his head again, his cat ears pushed back. when you stand up from your seat to check on him, he quickly dashes to the corner of the room and faces the wall. you carefully walk closer to him but as you are about to put your hand on his shoulder, shinsou turns around and hisses at you– his tail slightly fluffed up.

you take a step back in wary, “oh, um, okay? i’ll get you a fish? is that what you want?”

shinsou only growls lowly, his irises narrow and tail wagging in annoyance as he watches you walk back into the kitchen to get food for him.

oh boy, this is bad. he lost his speech abilities.

thankfully, you have some raw salmon in your fridge. while you wait for it to defrost, shinsou only curls up in the corner defensively. each time you try to get closer to him, he’ll either growls or hisses at you. as much as you want to be offended (he’s close to you after all), you can’t help but think it’s rather adorable to see him like this– behaving like a cat though you can see that he still has his attitude.

you then try to sway him with the fish, gently placing down the plate in front of him before he sniffs his food and crouches down to eat it without using his hands.

“that looks... so inhumane.” you sigh. “maybe i should feed you?”

you take a slice of salmon from the plate and bring it in front of his mouth in an attempt to feed him. he looks at you warily for a brief second before sniffing it again and opening his mouth to nibble on his food.

“that’s a good boy!” you giggle, reaching to pat his head but he shies away as he chews his meal. okay, he probably needs some time.

you patiently feed him until the plate is empty and give him some water to drink. you then finish up your brunch and do the dishes while shinsou lazes around on your sofa. to your surprise, shinsou is quick to warm up to you when he sits up and scoots from his seat, giving you room to sit next to him. even more surprising when he lays his head on your lap right after that. it makes your heart throb and embarrassed at the same time.

“uh...” he looks content but you’re unsure if he’d allow you to touch him. however, you decide to try your luck and begin to gently caress his hair.

shinsou flutters his eyes open at the touch and doesn’t fight back but instead his eyes slowly shuts again as he leans into your hold. his head nuzzles against your hand as you continue to stroke his hair. you take it as a sign that he has finally loosen up and you waste no time to scratch him behind the ears. over time, you can almost hear him purring on your lap. your heart squeezes in glee at the thought that shinsou finds comfort and warmth from you.

“you’re not hard to please, huh?” you chuckle as you watch the male endearingly; maybe he should just stay like this so you won’t have to put up with his smart mouth so much. you’ve heard about how cats are able to provide humans oxytocin but currently you’re not sure if it’s because he is partially a cat or because it’s shinsou himself.

the both of you stay in the position for quite a time as you idly flip through channels on the tv screen. truth be told, shinsou is the only one that feels comfortable right now. you want to move because your legs are starting to feel numb but you feel bad if you wake or move him. fortunately, you are saved by the bell when there’s a knock on the door.

shinsou’s ears perk up as his attention is drawn towards the door.

“hold on, i think i got a package.” you stand up from the sofa and head towards the door to greet the delivery man.

shinsou watches you as you stand there and engage in little unnecessary chats while you sign on the paper. the man gets excited when he recognizes you as one of the pro heroes and somehow it drags into a long conversation before he realizes that he’s running out of time and needs to deliver his packages to the other customers. with a brief handshake, he finally leaves your doorstep and you turn towards a vigilant (half) man from your sofa.

his indigo eyes narrow down at you as you walk up to him, gaze piercing through you as you find your seat next to him again.

“what?” you look at him in unease. he shifts closer to you and scrunches his nose as he takes a sniff from you and a low growl rips from his throat as if something unpleasant just flared through his nostrils. and to shinsou, it is– the scent is still you but it’s somehow tainted now and he doesn’t appreciate it.

“hey, i already took a–”

shinsou suddenly jumps on you, his hands pushing you roughly by the shoulders as his bigger and muscular build hovers over you. your heartbeat is running a mile once your eyes are locked with his. you hung around him a lot before and there were some unintentional brush of the hands here and there, but this is probably the closest you two have been and you’re starting to feel nervous.

“shinsou? c-cut it out.” you whimper but the male doesn’t budge at all and instead his lazy eyes just continue to bore into yours.

if only you have a water quirk, you probably would spray his face by now.

once shinsou’s grip softens, you try to wriggle away. however, he leans down closer to you and stops an inch away from your face. you want to brace yourself for what’s to come but you have no idea what to expect either, but there’s an unshakeable feeling inside you that wishes to feel his soft lips on yours. you blush at the thought– you probably shouldn’t feel such way towards your colleague and especially when this is the work of the criminal’s quirk, you should keep this professional and not let your personal feelings be involved.

however, your little wish is granted.

your eyes almost go out of their sockets when shinsou gently presses his lips onto yours so tenderly. you can see that the absurd fury he had has subsided and he turns rather calm as a soft sigh escapes from him. slowly, your own eyes close as you give in to the kiss.

it feels all too quick before he pulls away and gazes at you with those half-lidded eyes. it’s a dreamy sight and you just want to pull him back but you notice that his ears are slowly disappearing.

he blinks a few times before letting reality finally hit him and realizing the compromising position the both of you are in. a tinge of pink creeps on his cheeks and he quickly pushes himself off of you.

“your ears and tail are gone!” you squeal, voice masking the dread inside you that he’s back to normal but you’re also glad that the quirk has worn off.

“thank god.” he sighs. he tries to remember the details of how he even got on top of you but nothing pops in his mind. he might have the slightest idea but he doesn’t want to believe it. the thought of it makes his ears and cheeks burn hotter. even if he did kiss you, he doesn’t want it to be like that– not when he’s under a damn quirk.

“do you remember what happened?”

“the last thing i remember is when we’re having brunch.” he murmurs, still trying to put one and one together.

“oh, boy. you should’ve seen yourself! you suddenly started acting like a–”

“listen. you are to forget what just happened.” he cuts you off immediately.

he’s so used to putting up a stoic attitude around people. he always deliberately tried to look cool especially around you and made sarcastic remarks to annoy you but that was one of his confusing ways to express his liking to you. and now the fact that he might have looked so vulnerable in front of you, it’s just too humiliating.

“but–”

maybe this time, shinsou thinks it’s okay to finally use his quirk on you.

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