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starrierknight · 6 months

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𝟎𝟐𝟎. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬

You both like the thrill of the chase, but he likes being caught more. You were fully willing to take advantage of this fact (and him).

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 5.3k

pairing— mean!dom!gn!reader x bunny hybrid!sub!choso

cws/tags— dubcon, hybrid sex, predator/prey dynamic in an incredibly literal sense, flatmates to fuckers, biting, ear/tail pulling (I promise it makes sense), thigh riding, petnames (“bunny” & “pet”), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, choso is a closet pervert, implied masturbation at the start, this is a bit of a crackfic

Knock-knock-knock.

"Hey, are you free right now?" the unfamiliar, deep voice of your flatmate said, the sound muffled by the door.

You startled, quickly snapping your laptop shut, and straightening out your clothes and tugging up your shorts. The abrupt sound of the door and his voice had disrupted the peaceful cocoon of your solitude. The scent of your room, previously filled with the aroma of a fragrant candle, now carried a faint whiff of embarrassment as you hurriedly composed yourself. You cleared your throat, the dry rasp echoing in the room, and the sudden shift from the soft hum of your laptop to silence was palpable.

"Gimme a sec!"

You sighed in frustration after having been in the middle of your, ah, private activities, acutely aware of the residual warmth on your skin and the lingering taste of a guilty indulgence on your lips. God, why now?

You walked over to your bedroom door, partially opening it.

You were greeted by the sight of Choso, your reserved flatmate. In all the time you had shared this apartment with him since you moved in, you had spoken to him maybe half a dozen times, at a push. Your knowledge of him extended to a slightly obscure and dark recollection of his appearance—you were pretty certain he had black hair and black eyes, for example. The scant details of his existence in your mind were like faint echoes, and you couldn't recall the last time you'd even heard his voice.

The atmosphere around him was enigmatic, much like the dimly lit corners of your apartment at night when he was most active. Your sense of familiarity with him was akin to touching something in the dark and trying to discern its shape by feel alone. You hadn't even exchanged more than a few words with him since moving in.

So, it begged the question: Why now, of all Godforsaken times, had he knocked on your door? The uncertainty hung in the air, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this rare interruption of your solitude. Nerves prickled your skin, and the soft buzz of anxiety hummed in your ears as you tried to read the situation.

His tall, broad, dark figure loomed over you in the hallway, his face hidden by the darkness. He had a lumpy-looking hoodie on, the hood drawn up over his head, and the strings pulled tight, making his silhouette rather unfortunately egg-shaped. In the dim light, the fabric absorbed the surrounding environment, giving him a spectral quality.

"I need to talk to you about something," Choso said flatly, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Something?" you repeated, the slight crease forming between your brows mirrored by a taste of irritation on your tongue.

The hallway closed in on you, and the tension thick between you, heightening your awareness of the details—his hooded silhouette and the soft hum of the apartment building's ventilation system added an eerie backdrop to the encounter.

Choso stared at you and said nothing. His inscrutable expression was like a dark void, offering no clues as to the nature of his issue. You huffed.

Reluctantly, you opened your bedroom door wider, inviting him to step inside and speak whatever his piece was. The hinges creaked softly, and a cool draft wafted in from the hallway, carrying the faint scent of the outside world into your personal space. As he entered, the rustle of his lumpy hoodie echoed slightly in the confined space.

You shut the door behind you with a soft click and walked over to your bed, plopping unceremoniously onto it. Despite your bedroom being considerably better lit by the soft candlelight scattered around your room, you still had a hard time making out Choso’s features clearly. Shadows danced across his lumpy hoodie, making his face remain hidden, and the flickering flames played tricks on your senses.

"Well?" you prompted impatiently, the sound of your voice breaking the silence and mingling with the gentle crackling of the candles.

He sighed, the faint gust of his breath causing the candles to flicker slightly. "Promise you won't laugh?"

You raised a brow, giving him a thoroughly unimpressed look. "No," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.

Choso nodded, as if a little sympathetic to your situation. He slipped his lumpy hoodie off, the soft sound of fabric sliding over skin filling the room. As he revealed more of himself, the candlelight danced across his now clearer form, allowing you to finally see his features more distinctly.

As you leaned in to see him more clearly, you couldn't help but be taken aback by the stark contrast between your preconceived notions and the reality before you. He was tall, muscular, and broad-shouldered, with a physique that seemed at odds with his reserved demeanour. His incredibly pale skin, like porcelain, was warmed by the hue of the candlelight, giving it an ethereal quality. Every contour and muscle came alive in the shifting light.

His black eyes were deep pools, absorbing the candlelight and reflecting it back with a certain intensity. His long, messy black hair, tied into two high ponytails that jutted upward and outwards, framed his face in a wild, untamed manner. Some strands of hair gently caressed his forehead, adding to his haunting allure.

Upon closer inspection, as you leaned in even further, you noticed his face was sharp and angular, with thin but expressive eyebrows that added depth to his gaze. His straight nose was perfectly sculpted, leading your eyes down to his distinctive feature—the thin, black, horizontal, rectangular tattoo that adorned his nose bridge.

The tattoo was his most striking feature, but if you weren't counting that, then there were the unexpected elements that truly set him apart—a pair of bunny ears perched atop his head, their velvety texture contrasting with his dark, flowing hair. Completing this ensemble was a fluffy white tail, its cottony appearance inviting a touch to verify its authenticity.

Wait, hold on a second… Bunny ears and a fluffy white tail?

You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, the suppressed amusement creating a tickling sensation on your skin.

"Y'know Halloween is coming up, not Easter, right?" you quipped, your voice carrying a teasing note.

Choso groaned, hiding his face in his hands, his reaction palpable even in the dim candlelit room. Though it was hard to see, you had a good reason to believe that he was blushing, a subtle warmth colouring his porcelain complexion. This revelation only made you want to laugh harder, the sensation building like a wave within you.

"So you ordered the wrong Halloween costume. What's the big deal?" you chuckled, attempting to downplay the situation.

Choso's bunny ears twitched, a subtle movement that defied logic.

They... they twitched?

"It's not a costume," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind.

Your jaw dropped, and you spluttered in disbelief. "N-not a costume? Those... Those are your actual ears?"

He grimaced and nodded, still avoiding your gaze. Those were his real ears? Is this why he had hardly interacted with you, because he was hiding his 'bunny features'? The discovery left you reeling, a cacophony of thoughts and emotions filling your mind as you tried to make sense of the extraordinary truth before you.

In good bunny fashion, he slowly tiptoed over to your bed and sat on the opposite side, his ears drooping. The way he moved was oddly endearing, a blend of hesitancy and vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings.

"I didn't know how to tell you," he mumbled, his voice carrying a note of regret.

The pair of soft, black bunny rabbit ears were a delightful and charming sight, a surreal addition to this unexpected encounter. They looked velvety to the touch, with a plush texture that invited you to run your fingers across their surface. The deep black colour was rich and dark, blending in with Choso's hair, but creating a stark contrast against his pale skin. The enigmatic tattoo on his nose bridge gained new significance in light of this revelation, like a piece of a larger puzzle waiting to be deciphered. As you observed him, a profound curiosity washed over you, eager to learn more about the intriguing world that had remained hidden beneath his hoodie and in the shadows for so long.

You impulsively reached your dominant hand over and stroked one of his ears, unable to resist the allure of their intriguing texture. It was incredibly soft and plush to the touch, and running your fingers over them felt like stroking a delicate, silken fabric. They were adorned with fine, velvety fur that lent them a luxurious feel—so exquisitely soft to the touch.

"Wow... You're not kidding," you said with quiet awe, your voice hushed, afraid to disturb the delicacy of this revelation.

He stiffened and recoiled, looking at you with wide eyes, a mix of surprise and unease clouding his expression. He shifted away from you, instinctively retreating from your touch. You raised your eyebrows, curious about his reaction, and leaned forward, extending your hand gently to stroke his ears again.

"Hey, c'mere for a sec. Let me touch," you murmured, your voice soft and reassuring as you reached for him.

Choso, however, kept shifting away from you, his movements increasingly frantic, until he was almost completely dangling off your bed. The experience of revealing his hidden secret had left him clearly unsettled, and your attempts to comfort him had the opposite effect, pushing him farther away.

Your curiosity about his strangely endearing rabbit anatomy grew the more he recoiled from you. His eyes darted between you and the door, and the bedsheets rustled beneath you as you inched closer, your desire to explore this newfound aspect of his identity becoming increasingly difficult to contain. Then, unable to resist your impulse, you lunged forward.

Choso, however, was immediately ready to bolt away as you started moving towards him. His instincts kicked in, and he began to run, his legs and thighs moving quickly as he made rapid bunny hops, dashing away from your reach. His bunny ears flapped in the air as he ran, the delicate contrast of black against the dimly lit room a mesmerizing sight. His white tail wagged rapidly in this game of chase, and his athletic and swift movements made it clear that he was determined to elude your grasp.

Choso got to your bedroom door, threw it open, and dashed out into the hallway, his swift movements making it seem like he had vanished into thin air. But you, not one to give up easily, sprinted after him, your determination propelling you forward.

Choso, with his innate agility and a clear knowledge of the apartment's layout, made several quick turns and corners, using his familiarity with the space to his advantage and evading your pursuit. His bunny ears continued to flap in the air, and he occasionally glanced behind him to gauge your progress before making another sharp turn, running into yet another room and attempting to hide.

As you followed closely behind, your footsteps reverberated through the apartment, giving away your pursuit. Choso's white tail wagged rapidly in response to the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he made more bunny hops, utilizing his speed and agility to the fullest in his quest to evade your grasp. The game of cat and mouse—or rather, cat and rabbit—had taken an unexpected turn, and the chase continued through your shared living space.

You skidded around a corner, your fluffy socks proving slippery on the hardwood floors as you made a valiant effort to keep up with Choso's rapid pace.

Choso, ever the elusive bunny-eared flatmate, saw you coming around the corner and anticipated your move. With a burst of agility, he made another sharp turn, dashing out of the room and out of your immediate sight. His bunny ears flapped in the air as he continued to sprint away, his athletic legs propelling him forward with impressive speed.

As he reached the kitchen, he couldn't help but call out, "I can hear your footsteps!"

His bunny ears twitched, as if to listen further, and his white tail wagged rapidly. He continued to make bunny hops, each one like a real rabbit's bound, as the game of pursuit and evasion intensified.

You changed tactics and stopped running, realising that a more stealthy approach might be the key to closing the gap between you and Choso. Instead of chasing him, you began to stalk quietly around the apartment, moving with deliberate caution to ensure that your footsteps remained silent and didn't give you away.

Choso, ever alert, immediately picked up on the change in your movements. His bunny ears stood straight, their sensitivity tuned to the faintest of sounds, and his fluffy white tail had stopped wagging. Tension radiated from him as he shifted into a state of heightened awareness, his eyes flicking around the apartment in an effort to spot any sign of your presence.

He began to worry a little, his black eyes flicking around as he tried to catch a glimpse of your whereabouts in the apartment. Remaining completely still, he strained to hear any faint sound that might give away your position. His ears were perked, each subtle noise amplified in his perception.

Choso's ears twitched at the faint noise emanating from the hallway. His senses heightened, and he remained perfectly still, straining to decipher the source and nature of the sound. His black eyes narrowed as he focused his attention on the hallway, ready to react to any potential movement or disturbance.

As the moments stretched on in silence, Choso remained completely still, vigilant and on the lookout for your next move. His bunny ears stood erect, capturing even the faintest of sounds, and his body remained tense, ready to react at a moment's notice. His white tail remained motionless, a clear sign that he was in full-on alert mode, on edge and anticipating your next attempt.

In the hushed atmosphere, you could hear his breath, slightly faster than usual, as he held it in anticipation. Each inhalation and exhalation was more pronounced in the quiet.

"Boo!" you exclaimed from a few meters behind him, and you lunged forward.

Choso flinched in surprise at the sudden exclamation from behind him, his rabbit instincts momentarily taking over. He swiftly turned to face you, only to be caught off-guard the moment you lunged towards him. His bunny tail wagged in response to his flustered state, and he made a light bunny hop to escape your reach, his athletic legs propelling him forward in a rush.

Clearly, you had caught him by surprise, and he was running away as fast as he could, employing his signature bunny hops to gain distance. His slightly red face betrayed his flustered state, and nervous giggles bubbled up from him as he continued to flee.

You chased Choso into the living room, and with nowhere left to escape, he found himself cornered. In a final act of pursuit, you lunged forward and tackled him onto the sofa, your laughter mixing with his surprised gasp as you both tumbled onto the cushions. You managed to pin his wrists above his head, straddling him in a victorious pose.

As you caught your breath, you both panted heavily, the adrenaline-fueled chase having taken its toll on your energy. Choso's body flushed a deep, red hue all over, and his features displayed a mix of shock and deep embarrassment. Your body on top of him in such an intimate position left him blushing intensely, his pale skin providing a vivid canvas for the crimson flush that had overtaken him.

In this somewhat awkward and unexpected moment, you were both left panting and gazing at each other. Choso's bunny ears laid back slightly, and his large, expressive eyes met yours with a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and… and what on Earth was that?

"I win," you muttered smugly, your playful victory evident in your tone.

As you both caught your breath and your eyes met, you found yourselves in an unexpectedly intimate moment, just inches away from each other. Your gazes locked, and you peered deeply into each other's eyes, your chests rising and falling with each heavy breath. His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to break through the bones of his ribs and run away.

"Well, I suppose you win..." Choso conceded, his rabbit ears drooping ever so slightly, a subtle sign of his disappointment. “Let me go now?”

"Don't I get a prize?" you murmured, smirking ever so slightly as you inched closer, your proximity intensifying the charged atmosphere.

Your playful question hung in the air, charged with a newfound tension that neither of you could deny. You licked your lips, a subtle, teasing gesture as you maintained unbroken eye contact with Choso, your gaze locked onto his dark eyes.

Choso's eyes slowly traveled down to your lips, his gaze fixating on the subtle curve of your mouth. He was entranced, his rabbit ears twitching almost involuntarily as his breathing picked up ever so slightly. His dark eyes remained locked onto your mouth, where he noticed the subtlest details, including the hint of your smirk and the shape of your canines.

As he continued to study your lips, Choso's eyes widened slightly, and he found himself unable to move, mesmerized by your presence. A faint, involuntary moan escaped his mouth, the sound barely audible even in the hushed room.

“Don’t… Don’t do this,” he whimpered.

Instead of going in for a kiss, you tilted your head to the side and bit gently into Choso's neck. Your unexpected move elicited a sharp gasp from him, his dark eyes widening in response to the unexpected sensation. Your hands, still firmly gripping his pinned wrists, curled more tightly, keeping him in place as you continued to nibble at his neck. The room crackled, and the taste of his skin and the sound of his rapid heartbeat filled your senses—God, he looked so helpless.

Choso's body shivered involuntarily under your grip as you bit his neck, his sensitivity to the unexpected sensation causing a surge of pleasure and excitement to course through him. Despite how tightly you were pinning him down, he squirmed beneath you. His hips lifted slightly off the sofa, a reflexive response to the thrilling stimulation you were providing. A low, muffled groan escaped his lips—something that sounded close to your name.

Your sharp canines bit deeper into Choso's neck, and he responded with a low, deeper moan that reverberated through the room. His hips grinded slightly against you, an instinctual reaction. His breath grew heavier and faster, each inhalation and exhalation punctuated by soft, low sounds of pleasure.

“No, no, no… Don’t, please… Ah, fuck…!”

Choso's bunny ears continued to twitch, a visible sign of the tension that had taken hold of him. Despite your firm control and grip, he began to move slightly, a silent plea for closeness and touch. His movements became more pronounced under your control and grip, an unspoken desire to get closer to you and touch you. His skin felt hot to the touch, the evidence of his arousal undeniable in the heated atmosphere of the room, at war with his mind which was begging for it to stop.

“It hurts… You’re hurting me, stop… No, no,” he whined.

Choso's response to your biting was undeniable. He let out a deep breath of pleasure, his body shivering in excitement as your canines continued to tantalize his neck. His lips formed a perfect "O" shape as he released the breath, and his bunny ears twitched slightly, betraying the undeniable excitement and pleasure coursing through him.

It was clear that he wasn't trying to resist your bite; On the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation, despite his whines about it hurting. The pleasure experience far outweighed any discomfort, and his surrender to the moment was evident in his quivering body and the sounds of delight escaping his lips.

You pulled back from his neck, your breaths heavy and your voice dripping with desire as you whispered in Choso's ear, "You taste good. I think I'll have you."

His response was immediate, a loud whine escaping his trembling lips as he squirmed beneath you. His body was a tempest of emotions, a cocktail of fear, adrenaline, and unmistakable arousal.

While maintaining your grip on his pinned wrists with one hand, your other hand ventured to gently stroke the soft, black, velvet-like fur of his droopy bunny ears. The sensation caused him to shiver, a powerful response to the intimate touch.

"D-Don't... P-Please, don't," he mumbled pleadingly, his voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

But you weren't inclined to stop. With a wicked grin, you silenced his protests with a simple command, "Hush, bunny... Let me have my fun with you."

You didn't hold back as you ducked your head down and bit more harshly into the pale, sensitive skin of Choso's neck. He let out the cutest squeak of fear in response. You sucked and nibbled at his neck, your actions causing him to tremble and moan.

His moans, while not entirely lustful, were filled with a heady mixture of fear, excitement, and desire. Each tremor of his body and each moan that escaped his lips only fueled your passion and drove you to explore further. In another circumstance, you might have had the heart to stop, but the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed against your thigh as he rutted his hips into you left little room for restraint.

“C’mon, now. Be a good pet and let me touch you properly,” you muttered into his ear, causing the last of his apprehension to crumble.

Your desire burned like a fire, and with fiendish strength, you tore Choso's thin cotton t-shirt, a symbol of your unrestrained desire for him. He gasped at the sudden action, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

As your hands traversed the now-bare skin of his muscular torso, Choso shuddered and groaned, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He leaned into your caresses, his desire mirroring your own.

Sensing his readiness and compliance, you shifted on the sofa to provide him with enough room to remove his trousers. Without protest, Choso stripped out of his trousers, revealing more of his taut, athletic body. With greedy hands, you pulled down his underwear, releasing his aching erection, which sprung free, throbbing with arousal.

"Well, aren't you a needy thing?" you laughed teasingly at Choso, the sound carrying a mixture of amusement and desire.

You pulled him onto your lap, and he now straddled you, his embarrassment causing a deep shade of red to spread from the top of his head all the way down to his shoulders. His bunny ears laid flat against his head with shame, unable to meet your eyes.

Your hands settled on his petit waist, and you dragged him along your thigh, pulling him closer. He couldn't help but moan as his throbbing dick rubbed against your skin. His arms wrapped around your neck, an instinctive desire to hold you as close to his body as you would allow. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his gaze darting between your eyes and your lips as he looked at you imploringly, his need and desire laid bare for you to see.

"God, you're so fucking desperate to be touched," you laughed, your words dripping with desire, and you placed a possessive hand on the back of Choso's neck before crashing your lips together in a heated kiss.

Choso whimpered in surprise at the sudden aggression of your kiss, his cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. He couldn't help but emit light, quiet moans in response, the sensations overwhelming his senses. His bunny ears were twitching madly, and his entire body quivered at your rough touch.

His eyes remained closed as he surrendered to the passionate kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours as desire consumed both of you. As the kiss continued, the room filled with the intoxicating sounds of his heavy panting and the increasingly louder moans that escaped his lips.

Choso's face flushed even deeper as your fingers squeezed his bunny tail, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt of desire through him. Instinctively, he ground his hips against your thigh, seeking more of the electrifying pleasure you were providing.

His calloused hands roamed over your body, their touch possessive as they grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in closer and tighter. The intensity of his desire was palpable, his body tense and shaking as he felt the warmth from your hand on his tail. He couldn't help but make quiet, breathy whimpers and sounds as your deep kiss continued, your tongues exploring each other with fervour.

Choso continued to grind his throbbing cock against your thigh, the friction heightening his pleasure. Your hands fondled his ass and massaged the base of his tail, each touch driving him further into a frenzy of desire.

You pulled away from Choso's lips, and in a breathy, taunting whisper, you spoke to him, "You should see yourself, pet. Fucking my thigh like you're in heat."

Choso's response was a mixture of pleasure and desperation as he panted between moans, his voice a trembling with need. "Ah...! I-I can't help it... Feels too good."

Your hands continued to guide his hips steadily as he humped your thighs, his movements growing increasingly frantic. Pre-cum smeared messily across your skin where your shorts ended, evidence of his overwhelming arousal. His pretty cock was flushed an angry red at the tip, the desperate need for relief evident in every twitch and throb.

Choso's moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment, his voice a fervent symphony of pleasure as he whimpered your name. His thrusts against your thigh became increasingly frantic and messy, his body shuddering with the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His fingers dug painfully into your shoulder blades, his grip on you tight and unrelenting, holding on for dear life.

Your taunting words only added fuel to the fire. "That's right, bunny. Moan my fuckin' name and let the whole building know I'm getting you off like a slut. Let them hear your voice—let them hear how disgusting you really are," you teased, your words charged with desire and dominance.

"Please, please... Oh, please! Fuck, I'm so... I'm so c-close," Choso cried out, his voice filled with desperate need and urgency.

Your wicked grin only widened in response to his pleas, and with a harsh tug, you pulled on the fluffy white tail at the base of his spine. The sensation was electrifying, and Choso practically screamed your name as he came on your thigh, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. He continued to rut against you, coating your skin in his hot, sticky cum, the sheer amount of it a testament to the depth of his need and desire.

As you watched him in the aftermath, you couldn't help but realize that your mysterious flatmate had been far more desperate for you than he had ever let on throughout your history of knowing him. And then it clicked:

He had wanted you all along.

Choso naturally began to slow his movements, his body slumping against yours as he buried his face into your neck. He whimpered your neck and pressed soft, damp kisses against your neck. Your grip on his hips didn’t falter, though.

"You're a pervert, aren't you, bunny?" you said teasingly as you pulled back to look at Choso's flushed face.

Choso's breath hitched, and his lips parted as if he were going to protest or defend himself, but before he could utter a word, you forcefully moved his hips, causing him to grind against your thigh once more. He yelped in response to the sudden stimulation, his cute dick still sensitive from his recent climax, and it continued to throb and drip with cum, staining your thigh. You maintained your control over him, keeping him forcefully grinding against you, and despite his whines and keening, he remained a willing slave to your lustful amusement.

"Oh, my God," you laughed cruelly, your words dripping with taunting amusement. "This has been what's getting you off ever since I moved in, huh? You've been touching yourself, wishing it was me fucking you all along?"

Choso's protest was weak, his voice trembling as he moaned and squirmed under the relentless overstimulation you forced upon his weeping cock. "N-No... Stop, I wouldn't," he protested, his words a feeble attempt to deny the undeniable truth.

But you weren't about to let him off the hook that easily.

"Bunny," you continued, your voice low and sultry, "you've been wanting to fuck like rabbits this whole time, and you've been too embarrassed to ask. Now's your chance. Beg me now, like the dumb slut you are, and I'll be here to fuck you when you're desperate."

"Please… Please, please, please!" Choso cried out, his voice desperate and filled with longing as he moaned your name.

Your dominance over him intensified as you continued to drive him to the edge of ecstasy. "And what are you, pet?" you demanded.

"I'm… Please, please… S'too much… Too much," he gasped, his words coming out in short gasps as his powerful body writhed and shuddered. His hips continued to hump against your thigh, guided by your hands.

"You're a dumb fucking bunny, that's what you are. Now, say it," you commanded.

"I'm… I'm a… Ah…!" Choso's voice trailed off into a moan of pleasure and surrender, his body consumed by the intoxicating sensations you were inflicting upon him.

You narrowed your eyes, your superiority over Choso unwavering as your dominant hand reached up and clasped those soft bunny ears of his, tugging harshly. Choso's response was immediate and intense—he screamed and sobbed, the pain shooting down his neck and spine, sending waves of torment and pleasure right to his aching dick. Tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks as he moaned and whimpered, his pleas for gentleness and kindness filling the room.

"Say it, slut," you demanded, your voice firm and unyielding.

"I'm a… a dumb fucking b-bunny," Choso sobbed, his words a painful admission of submission.

You tugged on his ears once more, and his back arched in response, the sweaty muscles of his chest pressing firmly against your torso.

"That's right, pet. You're a dumb fucking bunny, and now, you're all mine," you laughed, your words filled with triumph.

Choso's response was immediate and explosive. He screamed your name and convulsed violently, his body wracked by the intensity of his climax as he came all over your thigh once again. The overstimulation proved to be too much for him, flooding his body with an overwhelming, painful pleasure that left him utterly and blissfully mindless. In that moment, all thoughts, inhibitions, and restraints were wiped away, consumed by the raw and uncontrollable desire that had drawn you together.

It was clear that he had become your loyal and devoted pet, forever bound to you. The future held untold possibilities, but one thing was certain—Choso had willingly surrendered to you, and you had claimed him as your own.

a/n: icl i got wayyyy too carried away with this. choso is such a gorgeous man and i need to ruin him LOL. god, i fuckin love bunnies. writing this has permanently altered my brain chemistry, i think. Happy Kinktober! :3

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builtbybrokenbells · 1 year

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Bugs, Bears, and a Thunderstorm

On a camping trip that y/n wasn’t particularly eager to go on, a set of unfavourable circumstances leads to the best possible outcome, leaving her to believe camping may not be so bad, after all.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (fuck just please wear protection), fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), face-sitting, sort of rough sex, bit of slapping ig, teasing, name calling, biting, touch of orgasm denial, touch of a daddy kink towards the end (im sorry, im terrible, ik), drinking, swearing, camping (deserves a warning), sorry if I missed any!!

ok without further ado, here it is! I’ve been working on this for like a week and was hoping to have it out days ago. but alas, im on day 3 of one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had and i think i perhaps may be dying. anyway, im so down bad for this man it’s not even funny. sweet stuff at the beginning, the ending is pretty filthy. i have no explanation for it 😌 enjoy, and as always be kind and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!

The sun was warm, inviting you in with its gentle embrace and loving touch. You sat under it, birds chirping in the distance and the smell of the trees filling your nose. The trickle of the lake nearby was calling to you, begging for you to jump in and feel the water on your skin. You made a mental note, ensuring you’d check it out before the day was through. The grass below you was tickling your thighs, reminding you how loving the earth could be if you treated it right. Peacefulness wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the scene. The stress melted off your body as if it never existed. Just by sitting there, you seemed to be able to forget about all of your other worldly troubles.

The serenity was disturbed when voices broke through the air, laughing and joking echoing like the owners didn’t realize you were enjoying the silence. You turned your head, eyes settling on a group of boys. You wanted to be mad, to scold them for disrupting your solitude, but you couldn’t. The minute they came into your line of vision, a smile was breaking out on your lips. “Trying to catch a tan?” Jake asked, taking a seat next to you on the ground.

“Maybe, more or less just enjoying some peace and quiet away from you guys.”

“Oh, come on, Mama, you know you love us.” Josh teased, taking up the empty spot on the other side of you.

“Depends on the day, really.” You shrugged off his comment, giving him a smile. He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, giving a dramatic gasp. “Oh, shut up, you know I do.” You assured him. He placed his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“You know, for someone who said she doesn’t like camping, you seem to be enjoying the trip so far.” Sam chirped, taking a seat on a lawn chair not far off from where the three of you were sitting on the grass. Danny followed suit, sitting in one beside him.

“I like the outdoors, Samuel. I don’t like tents, or bugs, or bears.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“That doesn’t really make it sound like you like the outdoors, either.”

“Sun! The sun is fantastic! Swimming is great, too! Hikes and fresh air and all of that is awesome! But, I like my bed, and I prefer to sleep without a million bugs trying to bite me, and the thought of not being eaten by a bear is very comforting.” You argued. He held his hands up in surrender, conceding from the discussion. “Besides, having a kitchen is great, and you know, a roof, in case of extreme weather is excellent, too.”

“Fine, I suppose you have a point.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Speaking of hikes,” Jake turned to look at you, now “we’re getting ready to go check out the trails. Care to join?”

“I was actually going to see the lake over there.” You were honest. You’d love to go with them, but the water was calling your name, and you knew that if you went with the boys, you may not be back until dark.

“You bring your life jacket?” Jake smiled, nudging you with his elbow.

“My god, you guys really know how to disturb the peace.” You shook Josh’s arm off you, standing now.

“You were the one who agreed to come with us.” Sam reminded.

“After you begged me to come!” You snipped.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off, all of them standing now, too. “Daniel will stay and keep you company, just to make sure that bear doesn’t get you.” He winked. The three brothers stalked off, going to collect their bags from the cabin. You watched them walk away, then turned to look at the boy they’d left behind.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Danny.” You assured him.

“I don’t mind,” he gave a nervous smile. You felt your stomach flutter at the sight. “Sometimes I just need a break from them, too.” He admitted.

It was day one of the camping trip you’d been coerced into going on. The boys had a break from touring, and you took some vacation time to spend with them for their time home. You’d arrived earlier that morning after the boys packed their cars with necessities and food. You’d split up into two cars. Sam and Danny had arrived together, and you and the twins went in the other vehicle. You were on the fence about going, due to all the reasons aforementioned. But, you’d managed to convince the boys to rent a cabin rather than rough it in tents, making your uneasiness about the plan a bit better.

After unpacking and throwing the food in the refrigerator, you’d all went your own way for a while. You found yourself content in a patch of sun by the fire pit, leading yourself to your current situation. Now the boys were gone, and you were alone with Danny, who’d managed to win your heart over from the minute you met him. Somehow, he still made you nervous even after years of knowing him.

Your apartment building was nestled in the heart of Nashville. You kept to yourself aside from a few friends you still had from high school, whom you’d spent almost all of your free time with. You were a local bar frequent, spending every weekend going out for karaoke and a few games of pool with your group, just for something to do. You weren’t the biggest fan of drinking, but adored the social aspect.

After one particularly rowdy night, you woke the next morning to banging and crashing in your hallway, covered up almost completely by loud voices. In your hungover state, you decided to check out the scene, wondering who was causing the disturbance in your normally, mostly calm complex. You hoped maybe you could reason with them to keep it down, just to keep your migraine at bay. You washed your face and pulled your hair back, throwing on some clean, comfortable clothes before investigating. When you peeked your head out your front door, you were taken back by the amount of items littering the otherwise empty space. You only had to wonder for a moment before a group of three boys you’d never seen before popped out from an apartment across the hall.

“Well, hello.” A shorter boy with curly hair gave you a breathtaking smile. You tried your best to return it, suddenly feeling very nervous.

“H-hi,” you stuttered, stepping into the hallway. You were too invested now, having to see the interaction through. “You guys moving in?” You asked, addressing all three of them. You noted how similar they all looked.

“We are!” The curly haired boy said, motioning to a strikingly similar boy beside him with long, wavy hair. “I’m Josh, and this is Jake.” He introduced them both. “We’re twins!” You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was so bubbly and welcoming.

“I’m y/n.” You stepped forward, holding your hand out for them to shake. After the introduction with the twin boys, the taller boy stepped forward, pushing past the other two.

“I’m Sam,” he gave a smile, shaking your hand, too. “The younger, but better, brother.” You laughed at his words.

“So you’re all brothers?” Josh gave you a nod. “Must have been a full house growing up, then.”

“We have a sister, too.” Jake chuckled, leaning against the wall.

“Wow,” you exhaled, unable to imagine that many siblings. “I’ve got one, and she’s way younger than me.” You laughed. “I couldn’t imagine growing up with that many kids in the house.”

“We never killed each other, so I guess it turned out alright.” Sam grinned. “I’m actually moving in upstairs, too, with our best friend Danny. Not sure where he ran off to.”

“So four new faces to see around.” You nodded along to your own words. “I suppose it won’t be that bad. You guys seem alright.”

“As long as noise doesn’t bother you to much.” Sam chuckled. You cocked your head to the side, as if to ask him why. “We’re in a band.”

“Oh, cool! Noise doesn’t bother me, especially if it’s good noise.” You assured them. “The apartment isn’t really quiet in general. Lots of musicians and aspiring artists in here. The hallways usually pretty silent, but not the rooms. That’s kind of why I came out to investigate.”

“What about you, duckie?” Josh asked, eyeing your pyjama pants. You looked down, feeling redness rush to your cheeks at the childish pattern of rubber ducks plastered on the fabric. You were suddenly aware of how attractive all of the boys were, and how hungover you looked. “You an aspiring artist?”

“Writer.” You smiled, trying to brush off the embarrassment.

“I’d love to read something, someday.” His words were honest, warming your heart.

“Who knows, maybe you guys can be my new muse.” You joked.

“Oh! Can I be a superhero?” Sam exclaimed.

“Pirates,” Jake interjected, dismissing Sam’s idea. You giggled.

“I’ll make you guys sound super cool, don’t worry.” You assured them. “I’d love to hear some of your music, too.”

“You play any instruments?” Jake asked, trying to engage more in the conversation.

“I tried a bit of everything, I guess. Never stuck with much, but I could pick a tune on guitar and I could play a melody on the piano. I tried drums a couple times, but my family got fed up pretty fast.” You chuckled at the memory. “I like to sing, most of all, but I tend to stick to my writing.”

“You hear that, guys?” Sam looked between his brothers. “She’s coming for our jobs.” They all laughed at the statement.

“I think you’re all safe, don’t worry. Especially your drummer.” Your eyes looked between all of them, trying to figure out who that might be.

“Speaking of drummers,” Sam cleared his throat, eyes looking down the hall to another body moving towards the group. “Maybe this guy could teach you a thing or two, if you ever wanted to learn.” You couldn’t hide your staring when the fourth boy came into view. He was tall, wearing jeans and a muscle shirt, his biceps catching you off guard. His long curly hair framed his face, his nose a little on the larger side and his eyes glistening with a type of kindness you couldn’t fake.

“Who am I teaching?” He asked, smile wide and tone welcoming. He was breathtaking.

“Duckie.” Sam motioned to you, breaking you from your trance. “She said she’s not very good at the drums. Well, her parents didn’t think so, anyway. She may be alright.”

“Hi,” you breathed, clearing your throat “I’m y/n.” You tried your best to give a good first impression, but your crimson cheeks and racing heart were not helping your case.

“Danny.” He beamed. You started to hold your hand out to him to shake, but he dismissed it. “I’m a hugger, if you’re cool with that.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool too.” You managed to squeak out. He took a step towards you, wrapping his arms around you. “Nice to meet you.” You told him, and you meant it. It was very nice to meet him. His cologne lingered in your nose after he pulled away. You tried not to let it affect you, but you were swooning just at the thought of his arms around you. “Sorry I didn’t wear my Sunday best, I didn’t expect to meet anyone new. I was honestly gonna come out here and tell you guys to be quiet. The bar got the best of me last night.” You laughed. “But, since you guys are cool, I’ll let it slide.”

“‘Preciate it, duck.” Sam smirked. “You’re alright, too.”

“Aw, thanks.” The sarcasm was dripping from your words. “You guys need any help?”

“Maybe an interior decorator!” Danny offered. “All our stuff is in our apartment, but we aren’t exactly experts on the decoration part.” He admitted. “I’ll treat you to lunch if you could offer some insight.” You swore you saw his cheeks turn rosy, but you ignored it, believing you must have made it up. “Well, I’ll treat you to lunch, anyway, but I could really use a second opinion up there.”

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered. “Let me go and take a quick shower. I’ll meet you up there?”

“Sure, 208.” He replied.

“Guess we’re still stuck moving everything in down here?” Sam eyed his roommate. Danny gave a shrug.

“I wasn’t gonna let the pretty lady do the dirty work. Besides, you’re doing such a great job already.”

You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but whatever you’d felt for Danny that day was the closest thing to it. At first, you thought he may have felt the same way. He always wanted to hang out, made excuses to come to your apartment to visit, and always made sure you were invited to any of the group events. He never technically stopped doing that stuff, but it had never advanced. You guys had fallen into the friendship routine, never toeing any boundaries or crossing any lines. You wished he would, though. You bent down and picked your journal up off the grass, swiping away any dirt that had accumulated on it.

“So, are we going for a swim?” Danny asked, gazing in your direction for a second too long. You felt the nervousness creep back in.

“Yeah, of course. I gotta get changed.” You turned to the cabin, Danny following closely behind. Just as you reached the door, the others tumbled outside, almost knocking you over. You stumbled backwards into Danny, but he caught you and steadied you. His large hands holding your arms made your head spin.

“Sorry!” Sam exclaimed, inspecting you to make sure you were okay. You waved him off.

“S’okay, Sammy.” You assured him, regaining your footing. He was still watching you carefully, making sure you were being honest. “It’s okay.” You repeated, reaching out and giving him a pat on the arm. “Less scary than a bear.” You two shared a chuckle before the three brothers bid a goodbye, promising they’d be back soon. The two of you continued on your way, running up the stairs and into your own rooms. You pulled out the bikini you’d packed, quickly changing out of your shorts and tank top. You’d managed to tie the strings around your neck with no issues, but were struggling with the ones around your back.

A knock sounded on the door, startling you. “You okay in there?” Danny asked through the door. You sighed, holding the cups of the top tightly to your chest.

“No, can you help?” You called him in. “I need you to tie the strings for me.” The door creaked open, slowly revealing the boy you’d been talking to. He let out a small chuckle at the sight, making his way over to you. “Just as tight as you can, please.”

“Will do,” his fingers grazed the skin on your back, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. He took the strings and tied them together, making sure it was on securely. His palm landed on your lower back as you turned around, causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies. You turned to face him, taking in the sight before you. He was just in swim trunks, standing closer than you thought he was, with a grin plastered on his lips. Your breath caught in your throat at his exposed upper half; it was a sight you would never get used to, no matter how many times you saw him shirtless. “Ready?” He asked, fingers still lingering on you. You managed a nod.

The two of you clambered back down the stairs. He held the door open for you as you slipped on your flip-flops. “Wait!” You stopped, turning back towards him. He raised an eyebrow. “Sunscreen!” You ran back inside, grabbing the bottle from your bag and bringing it back to him. He watched you, unsure of what to do. “Put it on, silly.” You laughed. “No sunburns on my watch.” He playfully rolled his eyes, grabbing it from you and obeying. You took turns with the bottle, coating yourselves in the lotion. “Turn around.” You ordered. He did as he was told and you put some on his back, rubbing it in gently.

“You’re such a mom.” Danny poked fun at you.

“I’m not listening to everyone complain when they’re burnt and sore, later.”

“Fair enough,” He backed down “your turn.” He said once you finished, turning around and grabbing it from you. You allowed him to do the same, holding your hair out of his way. “Should be good enough.” He said, gently pulling you back around to face him. “Oh, hold on.” He squeezed a bit more on his finger. You watched with curiosity as he closed the bottle.

“I don’t think we missed-“ he raised his hand and swiped the dollop of lotion on your nose. You both broke out into a fit of giggles as you processed what he’d done. You massaged it into the bridge of your nose and over your cheeks, not finding it in you to be annoyed with him. He had a child-like humour by times that was heartwarming.

“Now we’re okay. Come on.” He grabbed your hand, leading you back outside. You shut the door behind you, letting him guide you to the water. You broke through the tree line, following the short trail to the clearing. The grass slowly transitioned into sand, which was surrounding a gorgeous body of water. The sun rays made the surface sparkle, illuminating the blue hue that looked so inviting. There was a dock with a small ‘no diving’ sign attached to it. You couldn’t see the other side of the lake, but you were assuming it wasn’t as large as it seemed upfront. There were a few other trails through the line of woods, presumably leading to other cabins in the campground. Each building was quite secluded, giving lots of privacy to the visitors. It was nice.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Danny asked from beside you, hand still in yours. You gave his a small squeeze, nodding your head.

“It’s like a whole different world compared to the city.” You sighed, kicking your shoes off. “I should come out here and write sometime.” You thought aloud, not really intending for a conversation.

“If you ever want company, you know where to find me.” He said, thumb running over the soft skin on your hand.

“As long as it’s just you,” you mumbled “the other ones are too distracting.” He laughed, letting go of you to step forward onto the beach. You followed behind him, immediately walking over to the dock. You were careful stepping on the old wood, not wanting to get a splinter. Once you made it to the end, you bargained with the thought of splinters, willing to risk one or two for the experience. You sat down, feet dangling over the edge, just barely reaching the water. You moved your legs back and fourth, getting a feel for the temperature. You looked back over your shoulder, watching Danny scale the shore, just a few feet in from the sand.

He caught your eye and you looked away quickly, your heart racing. You had a hard time not staring at him, but you didn’t want him to think you were weird. He walked over to where you were sitting, barely making a noise aside from the small splashes of water with his steps. “I thought you wanted to swim, duck?” He asked as he approached the dock. He waded into the water, coming to stand beside you. The water was shallow enough that he was only up to his navel in depth. He moved in front of you, hands reaching out and finding a home on the wood beside each of your legs.

“I’m in the water.” You reminded, pointing at your feet. He scoffed, holding back a laugh.

“I don’t think that counts.”

“Does so!” You argued.

“Come in with me.” He pleaded. You reasoned with yourself before answering.

“Is it cold?” You questioned. The water that was up to your ankles told you it wasn’t, but you were sceptical.

“No, it’s really nice. I promise.”

“Okay, but you have to stay with me, just in case.” You bargained.

“Don’t know how to swim?” He quipped, a smirk growing on his lips.

“I do! I’m just nervous. Usually I only swim in pools.” You admitted.

“Ah, whatever you say, city girl.” You responded by flipping him the middle finger. “Maybe Jake was right, we should’ve brought your life jacket.” You rolled your eyes.

“You know, maybe you should’ve went with them. I’d rather fight the bear than get bullied all day!” You both erupted into a fit of laughter again.

“Fine, I promise I won’t go too far away. I wouldn’t want a fish to get you.” He said through a giggle.

“You’re on thin ice, Wagner.” You warned. He took another step closer to you, his chest practically touching your knees. He held his arms out for you. You hesitantly scooted forward, letting him grab onto your hips. He lifted you carefully, slowly bringing you down into the water with him. You let out a sigh of relief when your feet hit the bottom. You were significantly further in than Danny, though. The bottom of your bikini top was hitting the surface of the lake.

“See, it’s not so bad.” He whispered, pulling you into him. His hands still rested on your waist, sending your stomach into knots. You were sure he could feel your pulse just from the proximity of your chests. “Right?” He mumbled, looking down at you.

“It’s not that bad,” you sighed an agreement, relaxing a bit. He smiled, leading you out further into the water.

“Float on your back.” He said, simply.

“I don’t know how to.” You admitted.

“I’ll show you.” He let go of you, taking a step away from you. His arm landed on your upper back. “Lean back, keep your legs straight.” He explained. You did as he said, easing into the water. Eventually, your legs rose a bit higher and he snaked his other arm under you, supporting your bum. You tried not to notice where his hand was, but it proved difficult. “Now keep your hips up and your legs straight. Don’t lose your posture, okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered. He held you for a moment, but slowly lowered his touch so you were floating on your own. He continued to stand next to you, making sure you knew he didn’t leave you stranded. “I’m doing it!” You exclaimed, looking at him through the corner of your eye.

“You are, duck.” He beamed down at you. “Good job.”

The afternoon was filled with aquatic adventure, but eventually dwindled into the early hours of the evening. The sun sinking slowly below the trees, but still bright enough to cast a golden glow over the earth. When the temperature started to drop, too, you and Danny made your way out of the lake, planning to retire back to the cabin. When you got out of the water, a shiver ran through you. Danny wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, trying to warm you up. When you got back through the trees, a billow of smoke through the air caught your attention. You continued walking to find the three other boys had returned from their hike and had lit a campfire. Jake was sitting in a chair with his acoustic guitar in his lap. Josh had a drink in his hand, face looking a bit red. You couldn’t tell if he was sunburnt or just drunk.

“Hello, lovebirds!” Sammy announced, causing you and Danny to look between each other, unsure how to respond. “Have a good swim?” He grinned.

“Shut up, Sam.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your towel on the ground to sit on it. Danny did the same, taking post next to you. The orange flames warmed you, drying any missed water droplets from your skin. “How was your hike?” You pointed the question to the twins.

“It was an extravagant exploration of the wilderness,” Josh giggled at himself. You could tell he’d been drinking for a while. You smiled at him, looking over to his brother who was picking a tune on the guitar. You hummed along with him, appreciating the sound of the song.

“Did you guys get anything to eat?” You asked. They all shook their heads. You had to hold back an eye roll, making a move to stand. “Okay. I’ll make something, then, before you all perish.” Danny looked up at you from his seat on the ground.

“Need any help?” You gave a nod, holding your hand out to help him up. The two of you disappeared back into the cabin. You raced up the stairs to grab a quick shower and get changed. You pulled on some sweatpants and a tank top, quickly brushing through your hair and meeting Danny back in the kitchen. “What are we making, duck?” He asked, standing up from the chair he’d been sitting at.

“I have no idea what they brought for food,” you laughed, walking to check the fridge. You searched, trying to find something to throw together. “Nachos, I guess?”

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled. You took out the ingredients the boys had thrown haphazardly into the fridge. The two of you cooked silently, both starving and ready to eat.

When the food was ready, you put out paper plates on the table and called everyone back inside. The meal went quickly, barely any words spoken. You were all hungry after a long day of activities. When the food was gone, you all joined forces to tidy up before going back outside. The boys all took their turns thanking you before returning back to the fireside. You grabbed a cooler from the fridge, cracking the can and taking a sip. You watched out the window for a moment, admiring the view.

Danny had started the shower upstairs, presumably wanting to wash the lake water off as badly as you’d wanted to, earlier. You went up to your room, sitting on the bed and pulling your journal out. You put your pen to the paper, wanting to write about the beautiful things you’d seen all day, the serenity of nature and the experience of being with your friends, but every word that came from you was all about the same thing; the boy who had taught you how to float today. You laughed at the memory, feeling a bit ridiculous that you were an adult and had no idea how to float on your back in the water. In a way, you were glad you didn’t, because it gave you an excuse to be close with Danny. You thought about the scene, the metaphor pouring out on paper effortlessly. He was so easy to write about, so easy to think about. He occupied your mind even when you were busy with a million other things. It was so easy being in love with Danny; it wasn’t easy, however, not knowing if he felt the same way about you. His lingering touches and affinity to be near to led you to believe he did, but he never gave any other idea that he felt that way.

If you’d known that day, when you joked about them being your new muse, that it would be so true, you never would have said it. Writers block was a distant memory now, your mind constantly begging you to write about the beautiful boy who lived just a floor above you. You’d heard about his dates, potential flings and pursuers, just the same as he’d heard about yours. You even met some of them. But, in the years that had passed since you met him, nobody you’d been with ever compared to him. You barely knew what it was like to touch him, or have him hold you. He’d never kissed you, or given you anything other than platonic love, but you knew that nobody could be better than Danny. He was a ray of sunshine, he made your day better just by knowing he existed. You were hopelessly pining after him, wishing he’d notice, but too scared to say anything to anyone.

You were broken from your thoughts when someone stepped in your room. You looked up to see the boy you’d been lost in thought about. “Hey, duckie.” He greeted, giving you a smile. The other boys never really consistently continued on with the silly nickname they’d given you all those years ago, but he did. The rest of the boys usually only called you it when they wanted to get on your nerves, or tease you, but was rare for Danny to call you by your name. You didn’t mind it, especially coming from him. “What are you writing about?”

“Just about the lake, earlier.” You replied, closing the journal and putting it beside you on the bed. He took a seat beside you.

“Care to share?” He asked. You convinced yourself he was only doing so as a formality.

“Nothing worth sharing.” You lied, looking over to meet his eyes.

“I think everything you write is worth sharing.” You felt your cheeks heat up, distracting yourself from the compliment by reaching over and taking a sip of your drink.

“Thanks, Danny.” You whispered. “Wanna head out to the fire?”

“Sure,” he said, looking a little dejected. You thought maybe he really did want to read what you had written. You promised yourself you’d show him eventually, when you worked up enough courage.

The boys were positively drunk by the time you rejoined them, laughing and signing along with Jake’s playing. You returned to your unspoken claimed spot on the ground. On the way out, Danny had grabbed his own guitar and started tuning it when he took his own seat. It didn’t take long for you to find yourself tipsy, too. You were tired, making the effects of the alcohol even stronger. You found yourself swaying to the music the boys were playing, entranced in Josh’s singing. Your eyes drifted towards Danny, watching him smile as he played, fingers dancing over the fretboard. He was beautiful, everything he did was captivating. You’d only noticed you were staring when he caught your eye, giving you a grin.

“You gonna sing us a song, y/n?” He asked. You heart sped as your name fell from his lips. It sounded so perfect coming from him.

“I mean, I can’t really compete with Josh, but I suppose I could give it a go.” You smiled. You could see the excitement dance across his face. He didn’t say anything else before he started playing again. When Jake picked up on what song he was picking, he joined in. Rhiannon. Fleetwood Mac. He remembered your favourite band. You sung along, carefree and open, not worried about how you sounded. All of the boys joined in on the chorus, laughing and belting it with you.

When the last note of the song rang out, Sam and Josh gave a round of applause, muffled by Jake and Danny’s cheers. “If you ever give up writing, we’d give you a spot in the band.” Sam laughed. You shook your head, dismissing his statement.

“No chance, Sammy. I’m just going to keep writing my silly little book and hopefully make it big, someday.”

“You’ve got four of your biggest fans right here once you do. Remember us when you’re famous.” Danny spoke now, immediately catching your attention.

“As if I could ever forget about you guys.” You said, but you directed it to him. You would never be able to leave any of them behind, but he’d always have a place in your heart, especially.

“Awww, you’re so sweet, Duck! I know you couldn’t forget about me, I’m your favourite!” Josh’s smile blinded you from across the fire.

“Of course, Josh.” You laughed.

The drinks slowly came to an end as the flames fizzled into embers. The music died off, too, all of you completely exhausted. Danny had thrown his guitar back in the case and you’d laid back, head in his lap while his fingers danced through your hair. You wished you could lay with him like this forever. Jake was picking at the strings, not with much intent. Josh was a second away from slumber, barely holding his eyes open. Sam had dozed off a few times in his chair, quite like a middle-aged dad. You were certain it was nearing midnight by now, but truly didn’t care enough to check. You closed your own eyes, just to satiate the need for sleep for a little while, not wanting the night to end.

Just as you did so, a raindrop landed on the coals of the fire, omitting a sizzle that brought you back to reality. You only had a second to realize what was happening before more were falling. Everyone sprung to action, the boys grabbing their instruments to get them inside. You gathered all of the damageable items, stuffing them into the pockets of your pants and the rest in your hands. The boys were inside by the time you collected the last of the things. The rain had picked up, now drenching your tank top. You swore under your breath as you made your way into the house, shivering and cold.

Danny was waiting for you by the door, immediately taking the stuff from your hands. “I’m sorry, duck! I wasn’t even thinking about the rest of the stuff, I just didn’t want to get the guitar wet-“

“It’s okay,” you promised, teeth still chattering.

“Here,” he placed all of the things on the ground and pulled his sweatshirt over his head, handing it to you. You took it, turning away to face the wall for a moment, slipping the wet shirt off. You pulled his sweater on, immediately feeling better. It was still warm from his body heat and it smelled like him.

“Thank you.” You sighed. The two of you joined the others in the kitchen, returning phones and wallets to the right owners. You all stood together, sharing mindless chatter and forgetting about the rainstorm for a moment. “You see, Sammy. Aren’t you so grateful for a roof, tonight?” You smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Be careful, I might let one of the bears know which room is yours.” You both giggled, knowing he’d never let the joke die. “Well, I think it’s bedtime.” Sam sighed. Josh and Jake nodded, both feeling the same way. “Have a good night, everyone. I’ll make sure to wake you all at six sharp, so we don’t miss out on any festivities.” Sam announced. You rolled your eyes.

“If you show up at my door at six in the morning, you won’t be alive for any more festivities.” You warned.

“Understood.” Sam gave a salute before breaking away, heading upstairs. The twins also bid a goodnight and found their way to their own beds. You turned to look at the only other body left in the room.

“You going to bed, too?” You asked. He gave a shrug.

“Are you?”

“I’m not sure.” You said, looking around the empty kitchen. “I’m tired, but I don’t know if I’m ready to sleep yet. You don’t have to stay up with me, though.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled. “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t.” You gave a small smile.

“Go to bed, Danny.” You gave him a gentle pat on the arm. “I’ve got a date with my journal. And by date I mean staring blankly at it until something good comes out of it.” He laughed at your words.

“You know where to find me if you need anything, then.” He replied, hand reaching out and landing on your lower back. He pulled you in for a hug, chin resting on top of your head. You held on to him, not wanting to let him go. Eventually, he broke away, leaving you wishing he’d stay. “Goodnight, duckie.” He whispered, walking out of eyesight before you could formulate a response. You sat in the kitchen, waiting until you heard his bedroom door shut, thinking about the days events. Eventually, you found yourself retiring back to your room.

You clicked on a lamp that was on the table beside the bed. It was soft, enough so you could see what you were doing, but not enough to become annoying. The rain softly puttered against the windows, inviting you in. You loved rain, the sound was so soothing and it was the perfect ambience. Your journal still rested on the bed, saving a spot for you. You slid under the covers and opened it back up. The words poured out effortlessly, continuing on with your story as if you’d never stopped in the first place. You filled the page, not taking a break until you were jolted to reality from a thunder crack outside. Your stomach churned at the sound. You tried to ignore it, but another boom and flash of light startled you again. You loved the rain, but you hated thunder, and despised lightning.

You swallowed hard, feeling a nervous tremble in your hand as you tried to keep writing. By the fifth snap of thunder, you were no longer able to focus on anything you were doing. It was a childish fear, but the loud noises were always unsettling to you, mostly because you never knew when it would happen. Counting the distance between bangs only kept you more on edge, and then the spark of light lost your focus. You climbed back out of bed, finding a bit of solace in Danny’s sweatshirt that you were wearing. You pushed the door open, creeping down the stairs, hoping you wouldn’t wake anyone. When you made it to the kitchen, you searched for a kettle, hoping that there was one in the cabin somewhere.

You stumbled across a tattered electric one, smiling in triumph. You pulled a teabag from the small sandwich bag you’d filled while packing. That was one thing you knew you couldn’t go the weekend without. The water ran quietly from the tap, filling the kettle within a few seconds. You flipped it off, searching in the dark for an outlet.

Once you plugged it in and flipped it on, you sat at the table to wait for it, focusing on the noise of the boiling water rather than the commotion outside. Your fingers drummed against the wooden table, filled with anxiety. You were calming down slightly, thinking the storm may have been dwindling to an end, but the rain started coming down harder and another sound of thunder filled the home, much stronger than the rest. A bright flash filled the windows, and the sound of the boiling water slowed to a stop. The power had gone out. Your heart was racing now, palms breaking out into a sweat. You decided the best course of action was to go back to your room and hope to fall asleep.

“Y/n?” A low voice said from the bottom of the stairwell. You jumped, whipping your head to see who it had come from.

“Oh, Danny,” you sighed, laughing gently. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly, making his way towards you. His hair was pulled back and his shirt was off, leaving him just in a pair of sweatpants. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. He’d never forget how much thunder bothered you.

“Ah, just couldn’t sleep.” You brushed it off.

“Thunder?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Powers out, too.” He was in front of you now, kneeling down so he could see your face. His hand reached out, finding your cheek. His thumb brushed over the skin, causing you to melt into the touch. The anxiety bubbled away just from him being there.

“You can come to bed with me, if you want.” He offered. You looked up at him through your lashes, unsure if he really said what you thought he did. “O-or Sam, or anyone, really.” He covered it up, quickly. “Nobody would mind.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You brushed it off.

“You’d never be intruding. I can go wake up whoever you want to stay with-“

“You, Danny.” You assured him. “I’d like to stay with you, if it’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course it is. Come on.” He stood, holding his hand out for you. You took it and he carefully guided you to his room. He let you go in first, opening the door for you. You slowly shuffled inside, turning to look at him. He chuckled at your nervousness, closing the door behind him. “I can sleep on the floor, you can take the bed.” He said pulling a pillow from the mattress. You held your hand out to stop him.

“We can both…” you trailed off, suddenly embarrassed at your words. “We can, uh, both sleep in the bed. I mean, if you’re okay with it. It’s just… it’s a big bed, there’s no need for you to sleep on the floor. If anything, I can sleep on the floor-“

“Hey,” he laughed, throwing the pillow back in its place “it’s okay, if you’re cool with it, I am too.”

“Okay, great.” You internally cringed at yourself, realizing how stupid you sounded. You watched as he climbed under the covers, not sure what to do.

“Oh, did you want me to put my shirt on?” He asked, quickly making a move to stand again.

“No, it’s okay.” You said, making a move to get in beside him. He scooted over, giving you as much room as possible. “We can put a pillow between us if it makes you more comfortable.” He laughed at your words as you both settled in.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t think you have cooties.” You let out a small giggle.

“Maybe you do, though.”

“Too late for you, then. You’ve been wearing my sweater all night.” He argued. You relaxed a bit, the anxiety seeping away. You’d almost forgotten why you were in bed with him in the first place. He rolled onto his side, facing you.

“I guess so,” you sighed “I’ll never recover.”

“You poor baby,” Just as he said it, another roaring wave of thunder shook the house. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound. Without wasting any time, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him. You accepted the hold, shifting on your side and burying your head in his chest. He held you tightly, not even so much as considering letting you go. “It’s okay.” He whispered, rubbing your back gently. You relaxed into his touch, wrapping your arm around him and allowing him to comfort you.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you.” You mumbled. He moved the hair from your face, running his fingers through it and gently brushing out any knots.

“My pleasure, duck.” He hummed, still holding you close to him. “Who doesn’t love a good sleepover?” You gave a small laugh, mumbling an agreement. Any sleepover would be fantastic as long as it was with him. You guys fell into routine of listening to each others breathing, eventually drifting off into a slumber that was more peaceful than any you’d had before.

When the sun peaked through the curtains the next morning, it was almost like the storm had never happened. Golden rays casting over both of the bodies in the bed, showcasing that neither of you moved the whole night. You were still wrapped up in Danny’s arms, holding him closely to you. His hands had drifted downwards, hand decorating your thigh and fingers dangerously close to your ass. You were awake, the sunlight ensured that, but you wished so badly that you weren’t. You wanted to stay like this all day, sleeping next to Danny and soaking up every bit of affection you could get from him. You felt grateful for the thunderstorm last night, realizing that it was the sole reason you had the opportunity to wake up to the beautiful sight of him sleeping next to you.

You wiggled impossibly closer, gentle enough to avoid waking him. You just wanted to be surrounded by him and to never have to let go. He stirred but didn’t wake. Instead, the hand that was holding your hip tightened and pulled you closer to him. Your heart fluttered but you tried to stay calm, shoving the interaction to the back of your mind. Though, it was really hard to forget the feeling of his hand on you, burning into your skin and lighting you on fire. You tried not to think about your own fingers dancing on the bare skin of his back, how warm he was and how you wanted to lay there and trace patterns into it all day. You closed your eyes, trying to let sleep take over once more, but his heartbeat was fuelling you rather than serving as a lullaby.

Your feelings for Danny were always prominent, standing out above anything else, but in that moment they were driving you insane. You wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, just to know what it felt like. You wanted him to wake up, to see you as more than the downstairs neighbour or his friend. You wanted to start your day wrapped around him like this every morning. As if the universe heard your silent plea, Danny shifted, hand never leaving you, and took a sharp inhale. You pulled your head back, looking up at his face. His eyes fluttered open, immediately looking down at you. His lips upturned into a smile which you returned without a thought.

“Good morning, duck.” He whispered, hands unmoving as if he was enjoying touching you, too.

“Morning,” you managed to muster out, eyes taking in every aspect of his features. He was doing the same, wanting to remember exactly what you looked like first thing in the morning. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, really good.” He sighed. “You?”

“Me, too.” You said, making a move to turn on your back. He kept his hand on you as you moved, not letting you get too far away.

“Storm didn’t bother you too much?”

“No,” you tried to ignore the nervousness brewing in the pit of your stomach. “Felt pretty safe in here with you.”

“I was hoping you would.” You both fell back into silence, his thumb teetering just underneath the hem of your shirt, scared to push his luck. You laid still, hoping maybe he would understand that you were far from complaining about the contact. You were too scared to give any encouragement, afraid that you may have been getting the wrong idea from the encounter.

“Probably should get up, see what everybody else is doing.” You breathed, looking towards him but making no effort to leave.

“I really don’t care what they’re doing.” He admitted.

“Me, either.” You laughed. “I could stay here all day.”

“What’s stopping you?” He asked, suddenly finding enough courage to slip his hand just under your sweater, now letting it dance over the soft skin that lie beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes looking for some sign of joking in his expression.

“Nothing,” You said. “We are on vacation, aren’t we?” He gave a nod, a smile creeping onto his face. “Staying in bed all day is more than acceptable.” He wasted no time pulling you back towards him, rolling on his back as he did so. You let out a giggle at his suddenness, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you on top of him.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He sighed, his grip now falling to your lower back. Your head found its place in the crook of his neck, hand resting on his chest. “I didn’t want to say it last night, but I was really hoping you wanted to stay with me, and not one of the other guys.”

“Why is that, Daniel?” Your anxiety was melting away, knowing he wanted you there just as much as you wanted to be there.

“I think you know why, y/n.” His tone was completely serious, no hidden implications behind his words.

“I don’t think I do.” You whispered. You pulled back from him to look at his face. His eyes were watching you carefully, looking to see if you were being honest.

“Come on, duck, you really have no idea?” You shook your head, waiting for him to continue. “I love you.” He almost laughed at his own words.

“I love you too, Danny.” You told him, your heart racing.

“No, like I really love you. I’m in love with you.” He said, clarifying even further.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I am, too.” He didn’t move, still continuing to watch you to ensure you weren’t joking. “Last night when you asked what I was writing about, I was writing about you.” You laughed. “That’s why I didn’t want to show you. I didn’t want to make it weird.”

“So you’re telling me I’m your muse?” He smirked, cockiness radiating from him. “Sam’s going to be pissed. He was really hoping you’d make him a superhero.”

“He’s not cool enough to be a superhero, I just don’t have the heart to tell him yet.” You both laughed, feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders. “How long have you felt like this?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“I mean, I’ve always thought you were pretty. When we were moving in and I asked you to come upstairs and help me, I just wanted an excuse to get to know you, and take you out to eat.” He explained. “I guess I never realized I was really in love with you until we started touring. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I was always a little bit jealous if I heard you on the phone with the other guys. Then I knew I was really in pretty deep.”

“You never said anything.”

“I was scared,” he finally broke the eye contact. “I mean, we all practically live together, we’re all friends, I was scared of risking it all.” You felt like screaming. Years of repressed feelings and emotions were flooding you all at once, angry with yourself that you never got the nerve to be honest with him. “I think that this morning I realized I had to tell you, because I want to wake up next to you every day.” He chuckled.

“Me too, Danny.” You rushed out. “I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.” You felt your cheeks turn red.

“So love at first sight, then.” He teased. “I guess we were both pretty stupid.”

“Yeah,” you practically scoffed. He didn’t let you say another word, because he was pulling you forward into a kiss. You thought maybe you should pinch yourself, just to make sure it wasn’t some grandly fabricated dream you’d wake up disappointed to. You didn’t care, though, because even if it was a dream, it was the best one you’d ever had. He gently pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, causing a small moan from you. You shifted your position without breaking from his lips, moving your legs on either side of him. Both of his hands immediately shot to your hips, wanting to make sure you knew that your new position was very welcomed.

One of your palms fell flat on his chest, holding you up. The other cupped his cheek, holding his face to yours. Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath, head spinning and chest burning with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He smiled at your words, pushing you down a little towards his legs so he could sit up. His back rested against the headboard of the bed. He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, now.” He gently brought your lips back to his. The kiss was sweet, filled with love and even better than you had ever imagined it. You were desperate for more, no patience left from waiting so long. He deepened the kiss, more than likely feeling the exact same way. It didn’t take long for it to become messy, both of you grasping at each other, frantic to know everything about the undiscovered parts of each others bodies. You could feel his erection pressing into your heat, causing your arousal to grow even more. “Can I take this off?” He asked, pulling at the bottom of your sweater. His face was barely parted from yours, just enough so he could get the words out. You gave a small nod, lifting your arms so he could pull it off for you. He threw it to the floor, eyes raking over your naked upper half. His mouth moved down to your neck, nipping and biting at the soft skin. When he found a particularly sensitive spot, his attention rested there, sucking gently. You rocked your hips forward into him without intent, begging for some friction. “Needy,” he smiled against your neck.

“Been waiting for this for a long time,” you sighed, a hint of a whine in your tone.

“It’s okay, baby, you can have me. Just have to be patient.” He assured you, his hand reaching to cup one of your breasts. “Have to appreciate you first.” The pad of his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple, sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers and watching your reaction. Your eyes settled on his face, a pleading look instilled in them. You saw his jaw clench. He wanted the foreplay to continue but he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He flipped you over, settling you on your back without a word. He tapped your thigh, silently letting you know he wanted you to lift your hips. You did as he wanted and he pulled off your pants, throwing them in the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. You watched him as you laid back on the bed, still forcing yourself to believe it was real life. His hair was still pulled back into a bun, some pieces falling out here and there. His eyes still looked tired, but his expression showed that he was wide awake and fully invested in the moment. “Seeing you like this is way better than anything I’ve imagined before.” He whispered, lips trailing over your bare stomach, sucking marks into the skin just above your panty line.

“So you’ve imagined me like this before?” You tried to sound confident, but your voice was shaky and gave you away immediately. His mouth moved to your hip, gently sinking his teeth into you. You let out a noise of surprise at the feeling.

“You haven’t?” You could hear the smirk in his voice; you didn’t even have to look at him to know.

“Maybe once or twice,” you admitted. He was right, this was much better than any of the dreams or fantasies you’d had about it. The feeling of his mouth on you was intoxicating. He pulled back from you, moving to rest on his knees. He made a move to take off your underwear, which you happily helped him with. You could see how hard he was through his sweatpants; the sight alone was driving you crazy. Once he had you fully naked, he slipped an arm underneath your hips, then roughly flipped you over onto your belly.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, more than okay.” You assured him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, or if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” You nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will, baby.” You promised. He started back at the top of your body, lips brushing over your shoulders, making their way down to the dip in your back. His large hand became quite familiar with your ass, fingers squeezing it ever so slightly. He pulled back again, just long enough to deliver a sharp slap to the same spot his hand had been just a moment before. You gasped, not expecting the sudden change in his demeanour. He leaned down and placed a small kiss where he’d left the stinging red mark.

He moved his hand between your legs, fingers slowly running through your wetness.

“All this for me, sweet girl?” Hearing such a pet name coming from his mouth was enough on its own to warrant an orgasm. His fingers explored further, almost immediately landing on your clit. He knew he’d hit the right spot when a moan fell from your lips. His index finger circled there a few times, allowing some relief for you. “You want it so bad, don’t you?” You hummed a response, but he pulled his hand away from you completely. “Use your words.” He ordered.

“Y-yeah, I do, Danny. So bad.” You stuttered, taken aback. You definitely didn’t expect him to be as dominant as he was being. His usual sweet personality has seemed to vanish completely.

“That’s what I thought.” He resumed his slow pace at your clit, enough to give you some pleasure but not enough to get you off. He was driving you crazy. He continued on at that speed for only a short while before he removed his hand again, grabbing your hips and pulling them up off the bed. “M’sorry baby, I can’t wait any longer.” He shuffled back to his knees, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. He spit on his hand, stroking himself for a second before pushing into you, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

He used his hands on your hips to pull you back on him as he thrusted into you, hitting your cervix hard on every re-entry. Each time you let a moan out, letting him know he was doing a good job. His fingers were digging into you more with every movement, and your were certain there would be perfect, fingers shaped bruises to remind you of him. One of his hand slipped up to your hair, balling it in his fist and pulling your head back. He leaned down, moving your head to the side so he could kiss you while he fucked you. You whimpered into his mouth, which in turn caused him to grip your hair even tighter. “Being such a good girl for me.” He muttered as he pulled away. The praise began to form a knot in your belly, desperate for a release.

He removed his hand from your hair, slipping it under you, reaching down to your bundle of nerves again. The combined feeling of him inside you and the stimulation on your clit was making your head spin. The burning in the pit of your stomach was growing by the second. It didn’t take him long to catch on, your ragged breathing and string of moans served as a strong indication of your impending orgasm. “Danny, I’m gonna-“

“No, you’re not.” He cut you off.

“I-I can’t-“

“Don’t,” he warned. “Not yet.” He didn’t slow his pace, making it even harder for you to control yourself. Your noises of pleasure became more erratic, informing him that you couldn’t stop it. He pulled out immediately, moving his fingers, too. You let out a whine, almost in pain at the loss of contact. You were panting, legs shaking underneath you. Without really thinking, you reached your hand down to your cunt, trying to find some relief. He noticed, grabbing your hand before you could get anywhere. “I told you no, baby.” He was taunting you, hoping you’d beg for him. Little did he know he didn’t have to ask for that. You’d been desperate for him for years, all of it finally coming out now.

“Please, Danny. I need it so bad.” Your head was still down on the bed, not willing to move and look him in the eyes. A gentle hand ran down your ass, fingertips trailing down the back of your thigh. The light tickle was enough to sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

“How bad, baby?” He breathed. His voice was low, dripping with emotion. You had to commend him for his self control. He stood now, fully taking off his pants. He walked to the side of the bed, looking down at you.

“So bad,” you whined. “Can’t wait any longer. Please, please fuck me.” He grabbed your hair again, pulling your head up gently to look at him. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, just so you knew he wasn’t going to push you too far. As soon as he was certain you’d seen it, it disappeared.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me.” He took your face in his hand, making you keep the eye contact with him. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. You made a move to sit up, sitting on the edge of the mattress to face him. You took the time to admire him, now, finally getting the full view of him. The usual sweetness in his eyes were replaced with a dark look, one that sent a shiver down your spine. A good one, but still a feeling you’d never had from him before. He almost held a scowl on his features, for lack of better description. But it wasn’t hateful; it was authoritative, and it was turning you on more by the second.

His cock was eye level with you, head red and glistening with pre-cum. Your mouth was watering at the sight, curious to know what he tasted like. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him a sweet look before leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. You realized that he was much bigger than you’d anticipated, confidence slightly diminishing. You gripped him at the base, stroking the bottom half that couldn’t fit in your mouth. He let out a groan, watching you suck him off with nothing short of adoration. You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, slacking your jaw and relaxing your throat. He took it as an invitation, slowly thrusting in time with the bobbing of your head. He wasn’t being aggressive, wanting you to know you had the freedom to stop him if it got too much.

When you enthusiastically continued, he did, too. His fist found your hair again, holding your head in place while he fucked your mouth. He didn’t push you past your limit, but certainly tested it. When his hips stuttered slightly, you knew he was getting close to his orgasm. You didn’t care, wanting him bad enough that you’d let him finish wherever and however he wanted to. He pushed your head down on him as he pushed himself down your throat, causing you to gag, tears forming in your eyes. You felt him twitch in your mouth, wondering if he would stop or just finish right there. The noises and profanities that were slipping from his mouth were heavenly. Just when you thought he might cum, he pulled back from you completely. His breathing was heavy, jaw clenched and eyes a little sex-crazed.

“Up,” he ordered. You scrambled to your feet, still trying to process his quick withdrawals. He seemed to want you everywhere, in any way he could have you. You weren’t complaining, feeling the exact same way. You dreamt of having him like this so many times, and now that you did, you wanted him to have you in any way he pleased. He laid on the bed, looking to you. “Come here.” He held his arm out, motioning for you to join him. You moved towards him, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. As you were lining yourself up with him, he held your hips, stopping you from going any further. He roughly pulled you upwards, catching you off guard. You caught his eyes, finally understanding what he wanted; He wanted you to sit on his face.

“Danny, I don’t know-“ his hand lifted to your face, gently brushing over your flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He assured you. The nervousness fizzled away.

“I just… I don’t want to hurt you or anything.” He let out a chuckle.

“Baby, I’m asking you to. If you hurt me by sitting on my face, I think I’d be very proud of that injury.” There was no tone of sarcasm or humour in his words. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay, but if you’re worried about me, don’t be.” His voice was firm, assuring you he was more than okay with the situation.

“Okay.” You whispered. He guided you upwards, settling his head between your legs. His hands were firmly planted on your ass as you hovered over his mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” You admitted.

“If you want me to stop, I will.” He said. You weren’t looking at him but you knew the sincerity was pooling in his eyes. He would never say that without meaning it. “Are you okay with this?” He asked again. His earlier aura of dominance had faltered. It was just Danny, as sweet as he’d always been. He always made you feel safe.

“Yeah, I am.” You replied. Once he heard your answer, he pulled you down onto his mouth. A gasp of surprise sounded from you, but it was quickly replaced with a cry of pleasure. You had to silence yourself, biting down on your lip. He was quick to the point, fucking you with his tongue. Your anxiety dissipated almost as soon as his tongue was on you, completely replaced with pleasure. His movement was fast, working at you like he had been dreaming of having you like that forever. Your hips involuntarily rocked into his movements.

The tip of his nose brushed against your clit, driving you closer to your orgasm. You let out a whine, knuckles gripping the blankets on the bed. He moved upwards, focusing his attention there and slowing his speed. The burning in your belly that had been building seemed to remain steady, the feeling radiating through every nerve in your body. It didn’t take long for your breathing to become ragged and your muscles to tense. Your moans were frantic, the heat of his mouth and the strokes of his tongue were heavenly for such a sinful activity. “Danny, m’gonna cum.” You whimpered. He hummed against you, encouraging you. His grip tightened on your ass, holding you down on his face. Within a few seconds, you hit your peak, unravelling and calling out his name. Your legs were shaking, knuckles turned white from your hold on the fistfuls of blankets. He rode you through it, slowly stopping his movements as he gently lifted you off of him.

“How was that, baby?” He breathed, looking up at you.

“S’good,” you sighed. He tapped your ass with his hand and you raised yourself up, freeing him without moving from where you were. He guided you back down his body, stopping you when you were over his hips. He didn’t give you any warning before he grabbed his cock in his hand and brought you down on him. The feeling of him inside you again was blissful. The feeling of him under you was, too. You started slowly, wanting to savour the moment. He allowed it for a few seconds, wanting that, too.

After a minute, he used a hand to pull you down to kiss him. He took the opportunity to fuck you at his own speed, hips raising from the bed and slamming into you. You moaned into his mouth, only making him fuck you harder. His tip was hitting your cervix, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through you. You sat up again, riding him as he fucked into you. He had a hand on your hip and reached his other one up to cup your tit, grabbing your nipple and pinching it. You used one of your hands to rub circles into your clit. He was watching you carefully, soaking up every expression.

“Look so good riding me,” he mumbled, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You clenched around him, letting out a small gasp. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” He murmured. Your breath caught in your throat, looking down at him with wide eyes. Your orgasm was building again, pushing you closer with every move of his hips. Your fingers on your clit never slowed, desperate for another one. “Answer me.” He snapped.

“Y-yeah, I am,” You groaned. His eyes burned into you expectedly. You weren’t sure what exactly he wanted, but you had an idea. “Daddy.” you whispered. His jaw clenched, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound. You’d never pegged him for the type, but once you’d started fucking, you slowly started to realize there was a whole other side to him you knew nothing about.

“That’s my girl.” He was throbbing, also painfully close to his climax. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked, voice faltering. He was barely holding back. Your fingers sped, not worried about holding on either. You nodded your head, but he wanted an answer. His hand on your hip moved, snaking behind you and landing a sharp slap on your ass.

“Yes, daddy, I am.” You moaned. With another thrust you came hard, palm planted on his chest so you wouldn’t fall over. “Fuck!” You cried. He wasn’t long finishing, pulling you down on his cock and staying buried in you.

“Oh fuck, y/n.” His eyes screwed shut, head falling back on the bed as he spilled into you. You collapsed on top of him, both sweaty and panting. His fingers danced over your back, tracing small patterns into your exposed skin. His lips found the top of your head, placing a sweet kiss on there. You melted into him, wishing you could stay like that with him forever.

Eventually, he helped you off of him, ordering you to lay back while he got something to clean you up with. When he returned, he wiped you off and pulled you in for a kiss. You savoured it, finally realizing that everything that happened was, in fact, real life. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of his shirts from his bag and handing it to you. You sat up and slipped it on. You both stood, gathering your pants from the ground. “That was fantastic.” You told him. A smile graced his lips.

“You are fantastic.” He said, pulling you into a hug. “I wish I could start every morning like that.” He sighed. You let out a giggle.

“Me, too.”

“You want to go find something to eat?” He asked. You gave a nod, making a move for the door. He grabbed your hand before you could leave the room, pulling you back to look at him. “I was also wondering, maybe, if you’d want to be my girlfriend?” A blush rose to his cheeks. You grinned, barely comprehending how he’d just had sex with you like that and was nervous to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was adorable.

“Yeah, Danny. I’d really like that.” His smile grew, too, as he pulled you in for another kiss. “Now let’s go get breakfast. We can see if the boys are still alive.” He kept his hand in yours as you both went downstairs. Nobody was in the kitchen when you got there, so you both went to work, finding something suitable to eat. In midst of cooking, the front door opened. You both turned to see Sam stumbling in. He immediately looked between both of you, raising an eyebrow. “Good morning,” you greeted.

“Glad to see you’ve both decided to join the rest of the world.” He said, making his way to the table. He took a seat before he spoke again. “I went to wake you up this morning only to find your bed empty. I thought that bear you’d been talking about really did get you.” He let out a disapproving tsk. “Turns out it was just Danny.” You felt heat rise to your face, knowing Sam knew exactly where you ended up last night.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Thunder storm, couldn’t sleep.” You explained.

“Uh-huh,” Sam nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. “Josh and Jake went to check out the water earlier. I stayed back to wait for you both. Realized I would be waiting for a while, so I was forced to explore outside a little bit.” Your stomach dropped, realizing he’d heard you both this morning. You wanted to shrivel up and die.

“Shut up, Sam.” Danny dismissed him, seeing you were embarrassed.

“What! I’m happy you guys finally made a move. It was getting a little unbearable watching you two.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes, still cringing at the whole interaction. “Care to share some breakfast with the poor soul who had to listen?” You hid your face in your hand, wanting nothing more than to run away.

“Go and join your brothers,” Danny was holding back a laugh while he shoo’d him away. Sam raised his hands in defence, standing.

“Fine, I see how it is.” He stalked towards the door. “Oh, y/n?” He asked as his hand reached towards the knob. You looked to him, annoyed that he’d only come inside to poke fun at you.

“What, Sam?” You asked, knowing he wouldn’t let it go.

“Glad to see you really are enjoying the camping trip, after all.” He giggled to himself. You groaned.

“Never going to live this down, am I?” You muttered. He opened the door, taking a step outside.

“Never.” He assured you. He shut the door behind him, leaving you and Danny by yourselves again. You could tell he was trying to hold back from laughing.

“I wasn’t that loud, was I?” You asked. He looked to you from the corner of his eye.

“Um, no, I wouldn’t say so.” He tried to comfort you. You could tell he was lying.

“Danny! Why wouldn’t you say anything?” You smacked his arm. He gave a chuckle and a shrug.

“It was way too hot for me to tell you to be quiet.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him.

“So you just subjected me to a life full of torment?” You couldn’t help but smile, too.

“I think it was well worth it.” He pulled you into him, lips landing on yours once again. As annoyed as you were, you couldn’t help but agree. You were certain everyone in the world could hate you, but if Danny was by your side, it wouldn’t matter. You would take a lifetime worth of bullying from Sam, because you finally had the one thing you’d wanted so badly for so many years. Hell, you were even thankful for the bugs, and the bears, and especially the thunderstorm, because it landed you there with him, making breakfast and wearing his clothes, as his girlfriend.

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leejenowrld · 3 months

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Heyy can you please do jeno helping y/n out with exam stress😖

- 🐶 anon

word count - 1.5k

genre - fluff smut

The library is a cold haven of solitude, its silence broken only by the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional shuffle of papers. The air is crisp, sending chills down your spine as you huddle over your laptop, you curse yourself for wearing shorts and a flimsy top. You’re desperately trying to absorb every bit of information for the impending finals.

Your hands ache from relentless typing, the tension in the room palpable. Finals week is a storm, and you're navigating it with the determination to succeed. You’re incredibly stressed and so is Jeno but he has different coping mechanisms to you. He relieves his stress by using you, you love it of course, it means he spends hours upon hours with his head shoved in between the warmth and tenderness of your thighs.

The library serves as your refuge, a place to immerse yourself in academia. Yet, there's a secret you've kept from Jeno. He's a potent distraction, and you've deliberately chosen not to invite him to this study session even though you promised him you would. You love him, but the looming deadlines demand focus and all he does is distract you.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, catching you off guard. The air seems to vibrate with an unexpected energy. You widen your eyes and release a heavy sigh. He's unmistakable — Jeno. He strides into the library with an audible presence, both in his footsteps and his vibrant voice. Your concentration wavers as you wonder, what is he doing here? The library's quiet facade is disrupted by his arrival, and you brace yourself for the distraction that is your boyfriend.

Attempting to remain inconspicuous, you blend into the quiet backdrop of the library, hoping to evade Jeno’s notice. However, the subtle narrowing of Juyeon’s eyes suggests otherwise. His gaze flickers to you, and a knowing smirk plays on his lips.

Amidst the whispers of Juyeon mentioning “your girl,” the unexpected touch of Jeno flicking his finger against your forehead startles you. His soft voice, barely audible, brushes against your ear as he leans down, “I didn’t even notice you.”

The library’s tranquility contrasts sharply with Jeno’s boldness. While you maintain your quiet demeanor, Jeno’s disregard for the disapproving glances and shushes from others defines his presence. His loudness stands as a testament to his refusal to let people tell him what to do. He’s always so unapologetically himself.

Amidst the predictability of your boyfriend's adorable antics, he enters the scene with a red nose, his cute trademark that never fails to make you smile. His tousled blonde hair adds to the charm, framing soft eyes that hold a world of affection.

As he approaches, the sweet scent of blueberry lingers, a mix of his recent vaping and smoking sessions – his chosen means to relieve the pressures of the day. A mischievous grin lights up his face, and he can't resist kissing your forehead tenderly.

With gentle fingers, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch warm and comforting. His accusing words, whispered softly, playfully punctuate the air, "You've been ignoring me." You feign innocence, responding with a casual "Nooo," but his knowing smile suggests he sees through the act.

Shaking his head in mock disappointment, he remains irresistibly dreamy. Closing the distance, he kisses you with an intensity that conveys just how much he's missed you. The kisses are a symphony of emotions – a mix of longing, sweetness, and a hint of playfulness.

Breaking the kiss, he smiles, those soft eyes locking onto yours. The shared glances between you two speak volumes, silently conveying the connection and love you share. He can't help but express, "I missed you, pretty," sealing the sentiment with another affectionate kiss that lingers, creating a moment suspended in the sweetness of your connection.

Just when you think the moment can't get any sweeter, he nuzzles his nose against yours, a playful and affectionate gesture. His warm breath against your cheek sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but giggle as he continues to shower you with love. It's a simple act, yet it adds an extra layer of intimacy, making the moment even more special. The shared smiles and sweet kisses become a dance, a celebration of the love that fills the air between you two.

"We haven't had sex in so long." He whispers in your ear. You look at him apologetically; finals have overtaken your time.

"Yeah, it's been quite long." You agree, acknowledging it's been a week – the longest you've ever gone without making love. He coos at what you're wearing – cute shorts and a top.

"You look beautiful, but why aren't you dressing for the weather? It's freezing. Y/N, I always tell you to be mindful about these things, but you don't listen." He says in a calm yet scolding, taking off his coat and placing it over you, fastening it up to keep you warm. You sigh and relish in his scent.

He signals to Juyeon to give his own coat, which he does, and Jeno covers your bare legs with it. You pout your bottom lip, but your attention shifts as soon as his bare hand goes to your stomach.

Teasingly, a playful smirk you love so much playing on his face, he whispers in your ear about how good you always feel, how tight you are, how he wants to feel you clench against his cock. He bites his lips and moans heavily to you, expressing his desire. His fingers graze over your stomach, and he bites his lip, puppy eyes gazing at you. "Don't you want to?" he says in a sexy and seductive tone.

He doesn’t care who’s watching or who looks. His eyes don’t leave yours as he licks his digit, moving his hand to your waist and then easily slipping his fingers through the waistband of your shorts, his finger swiftly thrusting in and out of your pussy, he smiles against your lips when he notices how wet you are. He rubs his finger against your bottom lip and then makes you suck on it, your eyes heat up at the taste of your desire.

“Don’t you wanna feel my lips in between your pussy? Don’t you want me to eat you out? Don’t you want me to cum inside of you?”

"I do." You whisper, and he gets more direct and intimate.

Juyeon goes, "Wow," widening his eyes, having stayed quiet and witnessed the whole exchange. "I guess we're not going to the gym." He laughs at Jeno but you both ignore him.

"But we don't have any condoms left." You make excuses to Jeno who’s looking at you like he wants to fuck you here and there.

"That's not stopped us before." Jeno smirks, revealing he brought loads more.

Jeno's eyes meet yours in a deep, affectionate gaze, his sweet smile conveying the warmth of his feelings. "Have you eaten?" he asks, the concern evident in his eyes. Though you haven't, you lie and nod. You know how he worries about you and you know he’ll tell you off for not eating enough. You believe it to be a believable lie but when he gently tuts at your attempt, you know he hasn’t fallen for it.

Undeterred, Jeno leans in, planting tender kisses on each side of your cheeks. The air becomes charged with the sweetness of the moment as he offers you his water bottle, holding it as he guides you to the straw, shaking his head when you move it after one sip, making you drink more. His touch conveying both care and affection. "You're so dehydrated." he notes, his eyes reflecting worry.

With a soft smile, he reminds you, "I told you to take care of yourself, didn't I? His gaze lingers on you, and he adds, "I can't have my pretty and sweet girlfriend fainting." The room seems to glow as he punctuates each word with a kiss to the sides of your neck, creating an intimate symphony of shared glances, sweet smiles, and deepening connections.

Your arms loop around his shoulders as you whimper softly. Pouting, you meet his gaze, and a deep kiss follows. “Let me take you to mine,” he whispers, hoping for a positive response.

“I need to study, though,” you mumble, expressing your academic concerns.

“You will study,” he promises with conviction. As soon as you sit in front of the desk, a comforting warmth envelops you – his cock. It’s a welcome distraction, you’ve come to realize. Cockwarming Jeno while studying is a game changer.

His occasional kisses are like sweet rewards, warming your heart amid the study session. Whispers of praise and encouragement in your ear make every moment more rewarding. He feeds you water, ensuring you stay hydrated, his care evident in every gesture.

He’s good to you, reminding you to take breaks and even cooking for you. With his support, studying genuinely becomes more manageable, and the room is filled with the sweet symphony of shared moments, making the academic endeavor more enjoyable.

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missmonsters2 · 2 years

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The Truth by Liquor

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: In which, you're only nice when you're drunk apparently.

WARNINGS: Avengers being cute. Jealous!Wanda. Reader seems like an asshole. Sorry to everyone the moment Reader drinks though. Personal space? We don't know her.

NOTE: This is was inspired when I was tipsy the other night <3

Main Masterlist | Library Blog

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Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

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"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Wanda quietly sighed at your curt reply, watching you turn around and walk off. She shouldn't be so surprised. After all, you've never accepted an invitation of hers to go out. Even something as simple as grocery shopping, you turned down.

The lack of interest on your end would make Wanda think you hated her if not for the fact you treated the entire team with this icy, distant behavior.

A part of Wanda understands. Your recruitment into the Avengers was involuntary. You had been a peaceful civilian, living your quiet life when some psychopath disrupted your life, bringing your secret out and the Avengers in.

Everything in your life had changed in one moment, and Wanda understood better than anyone what it was like to lose everything. It didn't mean you didn't gain anything out of it.

The team was constantly trying to make you feel welcomed and grow closer to you, perhaps out of guilt, but it was still something. But it was clear from the constant rejection that you preferred your solitude. There were no movie nights with you, no eating together, no outings.

The most they got out of you was doing training and missions together. You had their back, that was sure, but you had no desire to open up to them.

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"It's Steve's birthday next week."

"Okay."

You had said the word so flatly that even Wanda had to wince in the distance. She was trying not to eavesdrop on Natasha asking you to partake in the celebration of Steve's birth, but it was rather hard when she was so curious.

"So, we'd like it if you joined us."

"Thank you but I'll be busy. Tell Steve I wish him a good one."

Wanda wasn't surprised; she had stopped hoping for your acceptance to any events long ago.

"That's great, but un-busy yourself," there was an edge to Natasha's voice that Wanda rarely heard, and she felt herself getting the secondhand shame as if she'd been the one that was getting scolded.

"Steve literally saved your life on the last mission and had been the one to fight for your choice from the beginning."

Wanda could practically picture your jaw clenching in anger. No one really talked about it, but it was clear from the start there had never been a choice for you. It was being with the Avengers or becoming government property. At least with the Avengers, you had some semblance of freedom.

To Wanda's surprise, she could hear you sigh quietly.

"Alright. I'll be there. Are we bringing gifts?"

"Yes, I can send you a list of things you can get him, if you'd like."

"That'd be helpful, thank you."

"Alright," Natasha gently said, and Wanda could picture her giving you a soft smile. "We'll see you—" Wanda heard a soft click of the door. "—there."

When Natasha came in, Wanda tried to look busy bustling around the kitchen, but it was clear the redhead saw through her.

"Well, I've achieved something that no one else on this team has. I deserve the Nobel Peace prize," Natasha gave her a wry smile, and Wanda laughed.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Who's to say this won't blow up in your face?"

Natasha shrugged. "She's...cold but I don't think she'd do anything on purpose to ruin Steve's day."

Wanda merely shrugged because she doesn't know you. She wanted to, but it's hard to get closer to someone who moves further when she tries to move closer.

Wanda tapped the counter softly, wondering if she'd get a chance at this party.

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The party was exactly as Wanda pictured it'd be. Tony pretended he didn't care about Steve often, but it was clear that he did by how extravagant the party was.

It was still only the Avengers team and other people that Steve had come to know here and there. But by the end of it, there were only the superheroes left.

You had been distant and quiet the entire party. No one had been surprised, and many had come up to try to engage you in conversation. You were polite and responded, but it was clear you had wanted to leave long ago.

Wanda hadn't attempted because she doesn't think she can take any more rejection from you tonight.

Steve had thanked you sincerely with a smile for the new leather jacket and the various candies from the 40s that definitely would've required some deep digging to find.

You merely nodded with a terse smile that had Steve quickly moving along to the next gift.

It was a wonder that you were staying so long, and Wanda wonders if it's because of Natasha or if you were genuinely trying to show Steve that you were thankful.

"So," Tony started as he had a champagne glass in his hand, and everyone settled into their seats, starting to line up the board games for the night. "What's your problem with us?"

It was like an asteroid just hit the room, which might've been preferable to the awkward silence that followed after.

You looked taken aback slightly.

"Problem?" You quirked your brow at the billionaire.

"Yeah," Tony nodded after swallowing. "Have we done something to personally wrong you? Other than the whole bringing the psychotic villain to your work and then fighting with the government over you. In our defense, we couldn't control where that guy would crash into."

You stayed silent, and Wanda desperately wished she could read your mind if not for the fact she knew it was invasive, and you'd know.

In the end, you don't respond to Tony's question other than a mere shrug and saying you didn't have a problem at all, which no one believed.

The night progresses, and you don't participate in any board games but watch in mild interest in the background. You had been sipping on the fresh batch of punch Clint had made, and Wanda found it strange. You had been sipping on water the entire day, so she wondered why you had decided to suddenly drink.

Wanda was sure you'd have left long ago, and no one would fault you for it. Natasha would've let you off the hook hours ago. You hadn't participated in their laughter or anything, but you were still there.

"This is super weird, right?" Tony whispered conspiringly as he leaned in to say it and looked in your direction. "She's never stayed this long before. I mean, she's not being a part of the group or anything, but she's here."

Steve just cautiously looked over at you. He wished you'd just come and join in on the fun, but he also didn't want to push your boundaries.

"I've never seen her drink before," Bucky said thoughtfully. "Like, ever. Not at any public events or even on a random night here."

Natasha was staring at you, too, from the corner of her eye. Your eyes were hazy, and she could bet if she touched your cheeks, they'd be warm.

"Clint," Natasha turned her attention to her left. "Did you tell her that you put soju in this round of punch? You kept it alcohol free earlier because there were a couple of pregnant women here, right?"

"Oh, I mean, I said it, but I don't know if she was listening since she was kind of far from us when we were in the kitchen," Clint said thoughtfully.

Everyone was doing the mental math on how many glasses you had since Clint made the new batch.

"Is she...drunk?" Tony's eyes sparkled.

Everyone turned to look at you, and the sudden movement caught your attention as you looked back at them. You seemed embarrassed being looked at and sipped at your drink harder.

"Hey," Tony's voice was dripping with honey. "Why don't you come join us for a game?"

Everyone waited with bated breath.

"I don't know how to play," you finally said, chewing on your straw.

"That's okay, we can teach you. You can come and watch closer for a round, and we'll explain it, and you can join the next round," Tony tried to say patiently, but he was obviously eager.

Wanda was shocked to see you mull it over before nodding. She watched you stand and make your way to sit down next to Tony since he was the one waving you over.

Her heart fluttered with excitement as she was sure everyone else was too.

They all tried to play it cool, but they could tell you were much more relaxed with your posture as you watched them play the game, and everyone took turns explaining the rules and the moves they were making.

Eventually, you joined the next round but playing it made you seem more stressed than when you were just watching. So, even though you won that round, you opted to not play anymore but still remained with the group.

"Hah! Take that, capsicle," Tony cackled while Steve rolled his eyes.

Tony was about to continue gloating when he froze, and everyone else froze too.

You had adjusted, scooting closer until your side was pressed up against Tony's and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Oh my god," Tony whispered, staying upright stiffly. "Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening? Someone take a picture. FRIDAY, take a picture."

Everyone had their mouths agape slightly, but you didn't seem to notice as you stared at the board.

"This board game is really long," you finally said.

"We could play something else," Natasha suggested, and she locked eyes with Tony as if they were trying to debate if they were hallucinating. They turned to Wanda, who looked partially offended but shrugged and looked back at you.

Wanda stared, a little regretful that she hadn't been the one to wave you over to sit next to her. You had caught her gaze briefly, giving her a small smile that surely Wanda was sure she’d imagine. You? Smiling at her? But Wanda’s cheek warmed nonetheless. Crap, why was she so desperate to have you like her?

"Do you have a game that you like playing?" Steve asked, trying to not gawk.

"Jenga?" You said as if you were unsure yourself.

"I have Jenga! Someone go grab it," Tony said as they all looked at him. "What? I can't move. This is like having a picky cat finally choose to sit on you, and it's forbidden to move. One could argue it's illegal."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she got up to get the game and returned while everyone else packed up the game. Well, everyone except Tony.

You seemed more enthused about playing Jenga, lasering your focus when it was your turn. The strangest part was how you'd go back to laying your head on Tony's shoulder when it wasn't your turn. It made everyone curious if you had a crush on him and it was driving Wanda insane. She was trying to not glare at Tony because why him? But Tony was smiling at her as if he knew some kind of secret.

That theory of your crush was quickly debunked when things began to get more intense in Jenga, and the pieces were starting to get difficult to move.

You had decided that where you were sitting was no longer optimal for your chances to win and abandoned Tony as you moved around the table. When you decided where the perfect spot was, it had turned out to be where Natasha was seated. She was about to make room for you when you decided her lap was more convenient.

"I’ll be talking about this abandonment in therapy next week," Tony said dramatically.

You stumbled a little, nearly falling off, and Natasha had to put her hands on your waist to steady you. You paid no mind to it as you perfectly picked a piece to move and put on top, a victorious smile on your face.

Natasha thought that'd be it. You'd get up and move back to Tony or back to your own seat, but you stayed. Clearly, you decided this was the best place to be for at least a couple of moves.

You leaned back against Natasha, swinging your arm around her as you rested your head atop of hers.

"Are you feeling okay?" Natasha asked worriedly, unable to move her hands away and actually having to wrap them around your waist as you sat in a way that if she didn't, you'd slide right off her lap and onto the floor.

"Yeah," you turned to her and gave her a bright smile that almost made Natasha quit the game just so you could have a better chance of winning. She looked over at Wanda and smiled apologetically, but Wanda just sighed with a deep frown as she took the next piece out rather aggressively.

Wanda tried to think about when it was that she might’ve developed a crush on you. How was it possible to develop a crush on someone who constantly turned you down? Maybe it was because despite how the both of you always knew the answer would be no, you always stopped to listen to Wanda fumble through the words of asking you to tag along somewhere. You always let her finish with patience and turned her down more gently than when you said no to everyone else.

When it was Natasha's turn, she was about to choose whatever block was in front of her, but as she reached for it, you grabbed her hand.

"No," you whispered loudly. It was hilarious if you were going for quiet and secretiveness. "You can't choose that one."

"Oh?" Natasha said amusedly. "Which one should I choose then?"

You continued to hold Natasha's hand as you hummed.

"This one," you guided her hand to one that looked much more stable to pull out. You were eager and smiling at her, clearly wanting to be helpful.

Natasha thought you were so adorable. So unbearably cute...until she pulled out that piece and the Jenga tower crumbled.

You burst out laughing while Natasha and everyone else looked flabbergasted.

"Why you—" Natasha started to say, about to tickle you when you jumped out of her lap and went to hide behind Steve and Bucky. "This was sabotage!"

You giggled. "Yeah, I don't think I could've won when my turn comes. Had to secure my victory another way, you know?"

"No, I don't know! I am an honorable player," Natasha huffed but smiled.

"Nice guys finish last, as they say," you said sagely, and everyone laughed. You had a sense of humor, and everyone was confused about why you wouldn't show this side of you when sober.

You clearly did like them. No amount of drinking could make you get along with people you despised. If anything, the alcohol would've given you the courage to start a fight.

"Alright, let's take a break from the games and watch something," Steve looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at him.

You were so close to them with your chin resting over Bucky's shoulder to see and your hand resting on top of Steve's on the ground, but you didn't seem to notice.

"Alright, I'll go set something up if you guys clean up the mess here," Natasha offered. "Any preferences on what we watch?"

Everyone turned to you, and you turned to Steve since it was his birthday.

"You choose. I haven't really caught up with what's new," Steve smiled at his joke, but you stared at him pensively.

Steve didn't really seem to care for movies. He certainly didn't mind them, but you were too antsy to sit silently through a film.

"Extreme couponing."

Everyone was stunned.

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"This is so...disturbing."

You chuckled at Steve's crinkled brows.

Wanda was trying to not hyperventilate. The seating arrangement ended with Wanda at the edge, you next to her, Steve next to you, and Bucky next to Steve.

It was rather crowded on the couch, but that was because you had started with sitting normally. Then, you had moved to resting against Steve and playing curiously with Bucky's robotic hand on Steve's lap.

Now, you were laying your head in Wanda's lap, legs sprawled over Steve's lap, toes bumping into Bucky's leg.

"Why would anyone need 40 bottles of detergent? Why does she keep getting more when it's going to take her about three years to finish the 40 she has now?" Steve was genuinely disturbed.

"It's an addiction," you grinned, and Wanda could feel it on her leg and refrain from twitching.

"It's hoarding," Steve shook his head, and Bucky snorted.

"Hoarding is an addiction, Stevie."

The bickering went back and forth while Wanda idly wondered how long this drunken state of yours would last.

You had continued to drink the punch as the night went until Natasha finally cut you off as much as she was also enjoying your newfound friendliness.

You had your hand resting in front of you as you lazily stroked Wanda's thigh you rested on, moving your hand down to caress her leg and calf. The entire thing gave Wanda shivers and goosebumps on her arms, but she forced herself to not move with all her willpower.

Tony's stupid words wouldn't leave her head that you were like a cat and moving was forbidden because if she moved, what if you moved away?

Everyone has taken some liberties in reciprocating your touchiness. Tony had rested his head against yours, and Natasha had held you while you were in her lap. Steve currently had his hands on top of your calves that rested in his lap, while Bucky had his normal hand over your toes to keep them warm. Wanda honestly wished she could swat their hands away. It was honestly more irksome that the two soldiers could tell she was annoyed with them but kept their hands where they were.

But Wanda had been too nervous to try to touch you back. She wasn't sure what to do at this point.

Should she try to stroke your hair? Should she rest her hand over your shoulder?

The thoughts were making Wanda jittery and also frozen with too many choices that weren't really hers to make.

Eventually, lying down seemed to be putting you to sleep, which wasn't what you wanted. You sat up, cuddling into Wanda's side with your legs pulled into yourself, and curling your arm around hers.

Admittedly, this was so much better since it was finally just her turn for your attention and her turn alone. But she was also more jittery than before.

"You always smell so good," you sighed contentedly.

"Huh?" Wanda bumbled ungracefully while everyone tried to not laugh aloud. "Oh, thanks."

"Like, you always smell like cinnamon and something else," you pondered and then stuck your nose right into Wanda's neck and sniffed.

Wanda was sure she was going to die right then and there. Simply perish.

"Oh, like citrus!" You were pleased that you figured it out and went back to rest your head against her shoulder.

Wanda glared at the rest of them as they all smiled teasingly at her.

"Did you have fun today?" Clint asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm glad I went."

"Do you usually want to go when we ask you out?" Natasha asked next, and you seemed to ponder answering as you tapped your finger against Wanda's inner forearm.

"Yes," you decided to admit.

"Why don't you?" Steve asked softly. "We'd like to hang out with you more."

You shrugged. "I get nervous."

"Nervous?" Bucky tilted his head as he looked over at you.

"I'm not always like this," you said, and it was the first time that everyone realized that you were aware of how friendly you were being. "Most of the time, I'm nervous. I'm quieter and don't often like doing things like board games, shopping, or whatever usually requires too much brain power or socializing. I'm boring."

"You're not boring," Natasha insisted while Tony hummed, and she elbowed him in the ribs roughly so that he coughed.

You gave her a sweet smile but shrugged.

"I am most of the time. I feel bad you have a new teammate that's not as exciting as the rest of you are. I feel like I should say sorry that I don't have some traumatic origin story, and I was just a regular person with these powers that I rarely used."

Everyone actually chuckled.

"We don't mind. We thought you genuinely hated us for having to be here," Natasha crossed her legs.

You looked genuinely confused at that.

"Huh? Why would I hate you guys? I mean, it's not all rainbows and sunshine, but I like it here."

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. You were just a homebody and shy, and it was coming out all wrong when they asked you out.

Eventually, people began to call it a night until just the two of you that remained on the couch, extreme couponing still playing.

"Are you tired?" You asked.

"No," Wanda answered quickly.

You smiled as you sat up and faced her, and she turned her body towards you.

Wanda was probably the person who often attempted to get closer to you despite how cold you had been. She had been alone, known that feeling, and didn't wish it upon you.

You tugged at Wanda's hand until her cool palm cupped your cheek. Sighing adorably, you leaned into her hand before you moved forward, completely invading Wanda's space as you hid your face into her neck.

Wanda felt her heart pulse uncontrollably. This was so unlike you, and Wanda had been convinced just hours ago that you hated the entire team. The only thing Wanda could think in her head was, 'What do I do?' over and over. Should she hold you back? Was that taking advantage of you? But Wanda knew if she didn't reciprocate, you were just going to the next person to be touchy-feely with, and that was the last thing she wanted.

It didn't matter that everyone else had gone to bed.

It was most likely that Natasha was actually still up and in the training room.

"I said no to you because I was nervous about something else," you quietly admitted.

"About what?" Wanda whispered.

"You make me nervous," your hand flexed in hers, unaware you were just repeating what you’ve said earlier.

"I don't think you're boring," Wanda insisted, and she could feel you smiling.

"I know, you're as boring as me," you smirked, and Wanda would've been offended if it wasn't so true. She was more inclined to be a homebody with you, and she had a feeling the two of you meshed well together. Any outdoor activities could easily be agreed upon. After all, she could understand liking to take walks but having no desire to climb Mount Everest.

"Then?" Wanda nudged at you.

"You make me nervous," you simply repeated like this time, Wanda would magically understand what you were trying to say. "And if I get too nervous, it's harder to control my powers."

"I think that'll just go away with time," Wanda blinked.

"I don't know. You're really pretty and I don't think that's going to go away."

Wanda felt her heart jump at the words and felt the tips of her ears burn.

Oh, god, she thought. Drunk you was too smooth and honest.

"I'm really tired now," you yawned, and Wanda felt the disappointment creep up on her.

"Oh, right," Wanda looked at the clock. "It is pretty late. We should get some sleep. You're probably going to be a little hungover tomorrow."

You nodded forlornly as if you knew you would be miserable in the morning.

"Okay, do you want to sleep in my room or yours?"

The question shocked Wanda.

"Uh, what?" Wanda stumbled again.

You tilted your head at her. "I can't sleep alone when I'm drunk. If you don't want to, that's okay. I think I can probably hop in bed with Natasha, or maybe with Bucky and Steve," you said thoughtfully, but it seemed reluctant as you felt like Bucky was a blanket hogger.

"No, no," Wanda said quickly. She wouldn't mind Bucky and Steve, but if you hopped into bed with Natasha, there'd be no telling how long Natasha could reject your drunken advances before she'd give in to your need for any physical touch you asked for. "We'll sleep in my room."

"Okay," you yawned again as you got up and pulled Wanda along.

You led her all the way, and she was surprised by your tenacity to still brush your teeth and wash your face before you rummaged through her closet unabashedly for sleeping clothes.

When you finally climbed into bed, Wanda heard you moan contentedly at the cool sheets but still snuggled up to her. You pulled her arms over you and hummed.

"Goodnight," you mumbled sleepily.

"Goodnight," Wanda mumbled back perplexedly, cautiously tightening her hold on you.

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Wanda woke that morning to you lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, mortified. She was surprised you remained in her bed as she half-expected you to disappear long before Wanda woke up.

Her sudden movement alerted you to Wanda being awake.

"This is why I never drink," you groaned quietly and sighed with a frown.

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle. She risked it and moved her hand under the blanket to find your hand. She was glad you still seemed open to physical touch and held her hand back.

"Are you still nervous?"

"Yes," you admitted. "But I'm more reluctant about my impending doom when we leave this room."

"You want to stay here forever?" Wanda jokes, and you turned to look at her with a sparkle in your eye, and it was...everything Wanda wanted. Wanda hoped she'd never see that cold side of you again, and if she did, she at least knew it was because you were anxious.

"At least ask me dinner first before you try to keep me in your bed, Maximoff."

"I have, numerous times actually."

You actually let out a laugh and squeezed her hand. "Sorry. Can we have dinner together today?"

Wanda smiled. "I should say no to you as many times as you have to me but I'll be nice and say yes."

"You'll go down in history for being gracious, Miss Maximoff."

The two of you chat quietly as you prepare for the day, and when you make it out and into the kitchen, everyone else is already there, and you stare at everyone awkwardly.

You're open to open your mouth and apologize for last night when they all grin at you.

"You better not drink if Wanda's not around," Tony grinned wickedly. "She's the jealous type."

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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (2)

femreader!xelliewilliams!

part one, here

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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the entire week has been trial and error for you. everything was so different from your usual routine. did you miss home, completely? no. but you did miss the things that used to be? a little, like daydreaming in class and not having to worry about missing something because it's high school and it's not that serious. in college, especially in your first week, you can't not pay attention, not even for a second, not unless you want to be forced to ask the professor to repeat themselves again for the thousandth time or settle for half-assing your work with what you think they might've said or meant.

you were just thankful that it was now saturday morning. you had today and tomorrow to not stress over the things that have had you pulling out your hair since monday. you laid on your side, on the twin sized bed as you rested your head on top of your pillow. the sunlight shined through your white curtains as it danced around ellie's face. you smiled at how delicate she looked sleeping and took another moment, since meeting, to observe her features.

this was the first time you've noticed the slit across her eyebrow. your thoughts went wild on how she could've gotten it. was she in a fight? was it some stupid prank some girls pulled during a sleepover? or was it merely by her own doing? your own eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity. a loud knock on the door, woke ellie up. panicking at the fact that you were staring at her for god knows how long, you quickly shut your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

as the knocking continued and only seemed to be getting louder, ellie forced herself out of bed. "hold your horses, i'm coming!" on her way to the door, she glanced at you, wondering how you could sleep through such obnoxious pounding. once she swung the door open, she was met with an overly enthusiastic jock with flyers in his hands. "can i help you?" she asked, tiredly.

"hey, i'm brody from house alpha alpha-" he then did a small chant, startling the already on edge girl. "we're throwing a party tonight, starting at 9." he then handed ellie a flyer. "make sure to tell all your friends, this party is going to be epic!"

"and if it's not?" the girl looked at the poster.

"what?" the boy was confused as most people by now would have slammed the door in his face or matched his very excited and pumped-up energy.

"if it's not epic-" she looked back up at him. "what do i get for my troubles?" you had to suppress your laugh by stuffing your face in the pillow.

"uh, i don't know?" the boy looked genuinely concerned and confused, "what do you want?"

"dude, i'm just fucking with you." ellie let out a small chuckle. you held back another laugh and admired how confident she was to joke around with a stranger.

brody let out a laugh of relief. "oh, okay."

ellie gave him a look that she was done with the conversation and tried closing the door. "wait, but i'll see you there, right?"

"hmm..." she pretended to contemplate it. "we'll see." before she could give him time to respond, she closed the door. the auburn-haired girl sighed annoyingly as she sat back down on her bed.

not being able to hold the uncomfortable position you were in after 10 seconds, you pretended to sir awake. you carefully sat up and rubbed your eyes before looking over at your roommate. "good morning."

"good morning." she smiled at you.

"who was that at the door?" you asked.

"some frat guy." she shrugged, then handed you the flyer. "he invited us to a party his fraternities throwing." you looked at the flyer, reading it over.

"are you gonna go?" you asked ellie.

"no." she immediately responded.

"why?" you questioned.

"because fraternity houses are gross." she answered.

"you've been to one before?"

"yeah." she hesitantly answered.

"what? how?" you asked since she was just a freshmen.

"it's a really stupid story, i don't think you'll want to listen to it." she cringed.

"what? no, i definitely want to hear it." you begged, itching to know more about her.

"uhh..." she struggled out.

without realizing it, you had pulled out the puppy dog eyes. "please! i won't judge! I swear."

ellie looked into your big (y/c/e) eyes, her heart skipped a beat at how persistent you were. for a while there, ellie thought she had maybe done something to offend you over the past week since after your first interaction, you'd avoided her gaze and only kept your conversations with her to things that related to the dorm. "okay, fine." ellie gave in.

the smile that formed on your lips caused a small amount of dopamine to release within the helpless girl's mind. "when i was 16, i was bummed out about my older sister having to go back to college so i snuck inside her car right before she left and when we got to her sorority house, i snuck inside. a few minutes later, one of the sorority girls found me, which led to my sister finding out i had her unknowingly smuggle me 6 hours away from home."

"oh my god." your hand covered your mouth.

ellie sheepishly laughed. "and to make it a long story short, her sorority sisters thought it'd be fun to take me to a real college party before my dad came to pick me up. obviously, my sister knew taking an underage girl to an adult party wasn't a good idea, but she also knew me well enough to take me to a frat house where i was forever scarred into never doing what i did again.”

"holy fuck." you cursed. "i can't believe you did that. the craziest thing i've ever done as a teenager was skip geometry class."

ellie chuckled. "unfortunately, that's not the worst thing i've ever done but i appreciate how impressed you seem."

you blushed. "you have more stories? i'm all ears." you tried redirecting the attention back on her.

"hmm, maybe another time." ellie told you as she stood up. "i need to take a shower."

"maybe?" you repeated. "we're roommates, ellie. you can't escape me."

ellie smiled at the sound of you saying her name. it rolled off your tongue sounding so heavenly. she wished to hear you say her name again and again and again...

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it was half an hour into ellie's shower that you finally decided to pull yourself out of bed. you took out your laptop and decided to play one of your favorite albums as you did a few quick stretches before heading over to your dresser. you found yourself constantly asking what ellie would think. does she like pink? is she into lace? how would my boobs look in this? you groaned out in frustration, asking yourself why the hell your roommates opinion mattered. deep down you knew why, you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

you settled on a flower-patterned dress that hugged your curves perfectly with a small, white shrug-cardigan. you hummed along to the melody coming from your laptop as you took off your shirt and shorts. right as you were slipping on your dress, you heard the doorknob turn. you quickly tried your best to pull up the dress before ellie could come out. you somewhat succeeded as the dress was now covering almost your entire body.

you turned around quickly, covering up the small part of your chest that was exposed. "oh, sorry, i didn't realize you-"

ellie cut you off, pretending to not even notice your cleavage. "it's fine, don't stress it. we're roommates, like you said. i'm sure this won't be the last time either of us walks in on the other changing."

you tried your best to hold back the blush that fought against you. you internally cursed at yourself when the blush won. "well, in that case, could you help me zip up my dress? i always forget this thing comes with a stupid zipper." you tried to make up for the blush by acting just as unbothered as she was about this.

"sure." she almost stuttered. you couldn't help but watch her push her damp hair behind her ears as she walked over to you. her signature scent smelt even stronger in this moment. it was such an intoxicating smell that you could, so intensely, feel your skin crawl with the need for her skin to touch yours.

you carefully pulled your dress over your exposed cleavage and pulled the spaghetti straps over your shoulders. "ready?" ellie asked in a lower and quieter tone.

"mhm." you hummed, too anxious to form any words.

ellie tried her best to focus on the zipper as she reached for it but couldn't help the way her eyes lingered over your back, your arms and your neck. she blushed to herself when the thought of what she'd do to you if you were just some stranger at a party looking for someone to make you forget your own name, intruded her mind.

goosebumps formed on your back as her knuckles brushed up against your skin. wishes for this moment to never end laid prominent in her mind. "there." she let you know once she was done.

you turned around and gave her a shy smile. "thank you."

"anytime, (y/n)." she told you with the utmost of sincerity.

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part three, here

// authors note: broooo, so i am the kind of writer that starts writing without really knowing where the story is going and yeah i don't know how i feel about this. i love it but i just don't want it to sound like it's moving too fast? i'm not going to make this a painful slowburn but i do want the longing, the tension and the angst before making them endgame so we'll see where it goes, lol. i hope you guys are having an amazing day and if not, i am sending wishes to you for that to change immediately! //

#college ellie!#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams au #ellie x reader #fanfic #fluff i think #kind of but not really smut

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wedonthaveawhile · 8 months

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The Serpents Hold // Chapter Eight

Summary: When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the nagging suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.

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Nova found herself crafting another vague excuse for Professor Shah due to Sebastian's absence, hoping it would be met with some understanding. Her relationship with the astronomy professor had been frosty ever since she overheard Nova brand her a sadist for banning warming charms during her classes. Consequently, Nova had been permanently assigned to the most wind-swept corner of the tower.

"So, you like Ominis now?" Poppy asked, nose wrinkled in confusion as she peered through the telescope. It wasn't the most outlandish conclusion, considering Nova had circled the conversation back to him three times now. "We are talking about Gaunt, aren't we?"

"Do you know more than one Ominis?" Nova huddled closer to her friend as their conversation misted up into the frigid air. "It's still up for debate, like is a strong word."

"It's really not..." Poppy said as she adjusted the focus. "So, the same Ominis you were moaning about a few weeks ago? See, I told you he was nice."

"Mm, nice might be pushing it." Nova squinted at the night sky as she assisted Poppy in locating Orion with her naked eye.

Her vocal interactions with Ominis had been minimal, but a routine had blossomed between them: twice a week, whoever was second to arrive at Professor Binns' class would claim the seat next to the other. Nova's nights were haunted by nightmares since the scriptorium, and the only semblance of unbroken sleep she managed to get was, for some reason, the shared nap they took side by side in History.

"Do you think he's warming up to you too? He did ask you to spend Christmas day with him."

"He invited me to spend it in Feldcroft," Nova corrected, "and I'm fairly certain he was just passing along the message from Sebastian."

Poppy's grin widened. "So, are you going? You could ask Sebastian to deck his house out in mistletoe."

Nova jabbed her in the ribs, prompting a surprised shriek that caught the attention of several neighbouring classmates.

"Girls", Professor Shah's threatening glare bore down on them. "One more disruption, and you'll both earn yourselves detention."

"Apologies, Professor," Poppy mumbled, turning her focus back to the celestial map.

Nova shot a scowl at Shah's retreating figure. "I'm not sure if I'll go. The last time was... uncomfortable," she admitted, recalling the heated clash between Sebastian and Soloman. Her thoughts then drifted to the peaceful forest walk she had shared with Ominis. "Though, I suppose I don't have any better plans."

It took three days for Sebastian to emerge from the scriptorium, his bloodshot eyes a testament to his sleepless nights. He had lugged two trunks filled with Salazar's manuscripts down to the Undercroft, crafting an improvised study and dedicating every second to inspecting the ancient texts. Persuading him to return home for Christmas had proven to be quite a challenge, but Ominis' relentless persistence had ultimately prevailed.

Nova's initial excitement of being the only Slytherin in the castle during holidays had faded rapidly, giving way to overwhelming boredom.

Sat in solitude for her third lonely breakfast, she twirled her spoon through a bowl of yoghurt, engrossed in Ominis' latest literary suggestion.

In just two days, she had devoured Great Expectations. Seizing the opportunity while Ominis dozed off in class, she slid the book into his stack of study materials alongside her favourite novel. This exchange sparked an unspoken game of tucking book recommendations amongst each other's belongings.

She counted the days until her visit to Feldcroft, pondering which novel she should bring to tuck into Ominis' stocking. Her thoughts were interrupted when an owl swooped in, delivering a letter with a gentle flutter.

Dear Nova,

There have been several disagreements between Sebastian and Solomon. It might be wise to give them some space; visiting for Christmas might not be the best idea.

Warm regards,

O. Gaunt.

Disappointment seeped under her skin as she re-read the letter, praying she had misunderstood its message. Realising that she hadn't sent her heart plummeting to the pit of her stomach. The cluster of students at the adjacent table exchanged concerned glances as she stormed out of the Great Hall, tearing down a pitiful line of tinsel in her frustration.

She slumped into her usual spot by the common room window, giving the letter another scornful skim before crumpling it and flinging it aside. As the day dragged on, she gathered pillows and blankets to construct a nest in the alcove – Opting to forgo lunch, she stared absently at the fish gliding through the murky depths of the black lake.

The sound of footsteps descending the staircase was what ultimately shattered her brooding silence. She resigned herself to ignore whichever Professor had come to check on her, but the clatter of luggage knocking against steps stirred her attention.

The figure turned the corner, shoulders dusted with remnants of snow and suitcase in hand.

"Ominis?"

"Good afternoon," he replied, setting his bag down and shrugging off his coat as if his arrival were the most mundane thing in the world.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you receive my owl? Things are more than unstable between the Sallow's. They should be left alone for the holidays.

Hauling herself out of the pillow fortress, she nearly bowled him over with a fierce hug. He hesitated for a moment before his hand found its way to her back, fingers tentatively grazing the fabric of her jumper with a hesitant pat. A brief silence slotted between them until it was broken by the growling protest of Nova's hungry stomach.

He chuckled lightly, "Are they not feeding you?"

"They make no effort to serve edible food when only seven of us are here."

"Hogsmeade?" Ominis redirected his attention to his trunk, curling his fingers around the handle as he prepared to haul it towards his dorm.

It took her a moment to register it was an invitation, but when she did, her agreement burst out with far more enthusiasm than she had intended.

Ominis strode confidently from the Hogsmeade Floo flames into Honeydukes, barely relying on his wand for guidance. His familiarity with the shop was apparent as he blindly plucked numerous items from the shelves, tossing them into the floating basket that trailed behind him.

"What are you getting?" Ominis asked over his shoulder, tossing another chocolate frog into his expanding collection.

"Probably just some toffees," Nova replied, tapping a box of cockroach clusters on the shelf. She winced at the unsettling sound of tiny legs scratching around inside.

"What? Given your grim description of holiday Hogwarts meals, you should stock up."

"Surely you're not planning to survive on this stuff for two weeks?" She stretched on her tiptoes to grab a container off a high shelf. "I don't get full access to my parents' inheritance until I turn eighteen. At the minute, I'm just on a meagre monthly allowance."

Ominis paused briefly before nudging his basket toward her. "Fill it up."

"Thank you, but I'm fine, I wouldn't want you to spend your money unnecessarily."

"I'm not; I'm spending my father's money unnecessarily." He countered, holding out two soda flavours for her to choose from.

"So, you haven't completely severed ties, then?" She accepted the pumpkin flavour and tossed it into his basket. "I suppose I can't refuse your father's generosity."

"Just remember, you owe me when I'm cut off."

They strolled beneath frost-covered branches, choosing to walk the scenic route back to Hogwarts. A bag of every-flavour beans was passed back and forth, Ominis grumbling that Nova was purposely steering him toward the unpleasant ones. Amidst her indignant denial, she glimpsed the Quidditch pitch casting elongated shadows over a blanket of snow.

"How about dinner with a view?" she proposed, shoving the bag of sweets into her cloak pocket.

"I wouldn't know the difference."

Ominis trailed behind as she circled the pitch and assessed which Slytherin tower offered the best vantage point. With a flick of her wand, she incinerated the wooden planks barricading the door and they slipped inside unnoticed.

Ominis sprawled across a bench while Nova settled cross-legged in the row above. She admired the view, captivated by the hypnotic dance of sunlight on the waves of The Black Lake.

"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice cutting through the mounting wail of the wind as she took hold of a marshmallow.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

Raising himself on his elbow, Ominis obediently tilted his head back with his mouth open. Nova narrowly missed her mark and the sweet bounced off his chin, leaving a dusty residue on impact.

"Say something," he instructed, recovering the wayward confection from his lap and aligning his aim with the sound of her voice.

Nova extended her arm to its full length, snapping her fingers rapidly to create a diversion.

"Dirty cheat." He adjusted his aim to the sound of her laughter and bounced the it off her forehead.

"Ow!"

"Ow? It's a marshmallow, you delicate soul."

"Tell that to my black eye."

"So, you offer yourself to the cruciatus curse twice in a night but capitulate to a marshmallow?" He shook his head with feigned disapproval, "Pathetic."

Nova laughed as she tossed the soiled sweet over the tower's edge. "I appreciate the flattery, but I did vomit and faint."

"Then attended your classes the following day as if nothing ever happened."

Nova smiled at the veiled compliment. She watched as he ran his wand over the selection of sweet packets, deciding on his next snack.

"How do you do that?"

"How do I do what?" He asked, tearing open the box of Bertie Botts that she hadn't already sifted through for the good ones. "What colour is this?"

"Pink," she answered with a glance at the unmistakably black pepper-flavoured bean. "How do you read like that?"

"My wand," Ominis didn't elaborate further, tossing the sweet into his mouth and instantly contorting his face in disgust. Her laughter was cut short as she was pelted with a bean.

"Will you teach me the spell?"

"To read? It's not a spell you cast; my wand just does it." He twirled it between his fingers before offering her the handle.

She closed her eyes and glided his wand over one of the packets. Her inner voice began to speak to her involuntarily as if someone were whispering in the depths of her mind.

"I'm not sure I like that. It feels like I'm possessed."

"Here," he retrieved the most recent book she had slipped into his belongings and tossed it to her. "See if you can manage a whole passage."

She squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to read the words aloud but faltered as her voice intertwined with the compulsive reading in her mind. "A pair of new mutiny hands, unclean foes... Ugh, I can't keep my lines straight." She peered out of one eye to steady the wand.

"If you're peeking, that's cheating," Ominis scolded, moving up to the seat behind her and covering her eyes. "Now, read."

She barely navigated through the first page, her sentences frequently interrupted by Ominis laughing at each fumbled word. Eventually, he lowered his hands, and she regained her rhythm. She was aware of his legs directly behind her and mustering some courage, leant back to rest against them while she read.

She was almost certain he had stopped breathing, but as she began to move away, he parted his legs, inviting her to settle snugly between them. With her head resting on his knee, she read the book to him, cover to cover, as the sun began to dip below the horizon.

The biting wind lashed at their skin as they descended the creaking staircase and stepped over the threshold of their warming charm. Ominis gritted his teeth, holding his wand outstretched as the relentless flurry battered his hand. His fingers were turning blue at the tips, and he pulled his thin sleeve up to shield them.

"Put your wand away," Nova ordered, her voice cutting through the howling wind.

Ominis obediently pocketed his wand, and Nova slipped her warm hand into his frozen fingers and steered them towards the castle.

As Nova shouldered the ornate door closed, she expected Ominis to let go of her hand but he maintained his grip and tugged her toward their common room.

"I just want to check the post in case there's any word on my father," she explained, leading him toward the Great Hall.

"I'm afraid there's nothing for you," Nova announced, sifting through the mountain of mail left by the owls. "Ah, there's one here for me, but it looks like Sebastian's handwriting."

"So, he gives you a card?" Ominis feigned a scowl, precariously picking at a wax seal on a abandoned howler.

"Jealous that I'm the favourite?"

Ignoring her comment, he slid his hand back into hers. "Come on, I want to go warm up."

"Gaunt?" An ostentatious voice rolled its way down through the hall, and Ominis dropped Nova's hand as if it were on fire.

"Headmaster."

Nova dissected Professor Black's imposing figure from head to toe as he strode towards them. "I wasn't expecting you here during the holidays, sir."

The headmaster paid no heed to her comment as he halted in front of them. "I presumed you'd escort my niece to dinner tonight, Gaunt. Why are you here?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Your father's Yule feast," Professor Black said impatiently, his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm against the wooden table.

"I don't speak to my parents, Professor. I won't be attending their Yule feast."

"You shouldn't be roaming the halls; you ought to be preparing for such an event," he cautioned, barely acknowledging Ominis' reply as he peered down his nose at his pocket watch.

"He said he won't be attending," Nova snapped sharply, an unexpected twinge of jealousy piercing her composure.

Professor Black recoiled as if she had sprung out of the ground. "And what exactly are you?"

"A person?"

"Nova is the new sixth-year student, sir," Ominis interjected, nudging her with his elbow.

"Ah, yes, the one with the... unconventional parentage," he remarked, his expression turning sour. "Yes, well, you can run along. And straighten your posture, you'll give yourself psychosis."

Nova's nose scrunched in confusion. "Do you mean scoliosis?"

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing, sir," Ominis replied quickly, his voice dripping with forced respect. "We were just leaving."

Questions were swirling in Nova's mind. Why did Professor Black assume Ominis would accompany Alice to events if their betrothal had truly been dissolved? Why did Black care? It almost felt as though he had been actively seeking Ominis out. She tore open her letter, hoping a Christmas card from Sebastian might provide a welcome distraction.

Dear Nova,

I have made a discovery within Feldcroft catacombs, but I need your help in gaining access. Meet me there tomorrow after dark. Please refrain from disclosing this to Ominis.

With anticipation,

Sebastian.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She studied the letter again, lingering on the final sentence, before shoving it into her pocket and shelving the issue for later.

With a few rigid flicks of his wand, Ominis rearranged the common room, hauling one of the plush leather sofas in front of the crackling fireplace. He made himself comfortable, enjoying some taffy and engrossing himself in a book. Nova dragged over her accumulation of blankets and pillows from the alcove and sunk into the opposite end of the sofa.

As the hours ticked by, Nova grappled between not wanting to wake Ominis and the increasing discomfort that urged her to search for a more comfortable position.

While attempting to free her leg from a tangle of blankets, Ominis reached out and snatched her ankle. "If you don't stop kicking me, I'm shoving you to the floor."

"How long have you been awake?"

"I haven't been asleep," he muttered, sweeping away the hair tumbling across his drowsy face. "You're so wriggly."

"I'm just trying to get comfy. Why are these sofas so hard?" Nova shifted again, the abrasive sound of her skin peeling off leather filling the room as she settled into a more comfortable spot.

"Then go to bed," Ominis grumbled, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

A tense silence hung heavily between them, and Nova couldn't shake the feeling that he knew exactly why she chose the agony of the sofa over the solitude of her dormitory.

"Do you want me to?" she challenged, deciding to call his bluff.

She squirmed again to ease the persistent ache in her back. Ominis misunderstood her intentions, clamping down on her ankle to prevent her from leaving.

"No," he mumbled from under his arm.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts oc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #hogwarts houses #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis #ominis gaunt fic #the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt #the serpents hold

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kookie-doughs · 10 months

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Dialogue Fic

"I never anticipated you'd test our connection in such a way."

Light Yagami X Reader

In the bustling city of Tokyo, Light Yagami found himself caught in the humdrum of everyday life. With his sharp intellect and piercing gaze, he was always seeking something out of the ordinary, something to ignite the spark of excitement within him. Everyday had grown boring to him.

Serving his justice grow out its fun after a while, with him trying to lay low from L's eyes there wasn't much he could think of anymore.

One cloudy afternoon, as Light strolled through the city park, he noticed a figure sitting alone on a bench, observing the world around them with an air of mystery. They seemed lost in their thoughts, their eyes reflecting a depth that fascinated him. Light couldn't help but be drawn to their presence.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Light approached them cautiously, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice gentle and inviting. They looked up, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise.

They gesture to the seat beside them. He was quite confused as to what it was that made him approach you in the first place. But he needed to converse.

"I'm Light, Light Yagami." He smiled once again.

"Y/N." They replied nonchalantly. And opened their bag, revealing the Death Note she carried, harboring the enigmatic power to control the fates of others.

Y/N sought solace in a moment of solitude, hoping to find respite from the enigma that weighed on her mind. As they sat alone, contemplating the depths of her own thoughts, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility they sought.

To their surprise, it was Light Yagami who interrupted their solitude, his presence unexpected and unwelcome.

With a mix of frustration and an overwhelming desire to retaliate against Light's intrusion, Y/N hastily scribbled his name upon the pages of the Death Note. Her actions were fueled by a surge of emotions, a manifestation of her frustrations and the desire to take control of her own destiny.

As the pen touched the paper, Light's instincts kicked in, sensing the impending danger. In a split second, he acted swiftly, to intercept Y/N's attempt to write his name. He grabbed their hand, his grip firm yet gentle, preventing them from sealing his fate within the enigmatic pages of the Death Note.

As Light's eyes locked onto Y/N's poised hand, the Death Note held tightly within their grasp, a surge of fear and determination flooded through him. In that moment, time seemed to slow, and the weight of their connection hung in the air.

Caught in a charged silence, their eyes locked in a tense gaze, Light's mind raced to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Confusion mixed with a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he demanded answers from Y/N, desperate to understand the motivations behind their enigmatic attempt.

"W-What are you doing..?" Light asked seeing the familiar book you held.

"Flames." They replied.

Light Yagami couldn't help but find himself amused by Y/N. Despite the tension and gravity of the situation, there was something about Y/N's demeanor that brought a flicker of amusement to Light's eyes.

As Light observed Y/N's expressions and listened to their words, he couldn't deny the hint of a smile that played at the corners of his lips. There was a certain charm and unpredictability about Y/N that intrigued him, adding a touch of excitement to an otherwise serious moment.

Y/N's presence brought a refreshing energy to the situation, a nonchalant confidence that amused Light. Their ability to maintain composure and attempt to deceive him with conviction sparked a mixture of surprise and amusement within him.

In that moment, Light couldn't help but appreciate Y/N's audacity. Their enigmatic actions injected a sense of unpredictability into his carefully planned world, challenging his expectations and momentarily diverting his attention from the weight of his own thoughts.

Light, his amusement shifting to curiosity, raised an eyebrow and softened his tone. "Y/N, forgive me if I'm prying, but there seems to be more to this game than meets the eye. Why did you want to flames my name?"

Y/N's nonchalant demeanor wavered for a brief moment as they averted their gaze, a faint blush coloring their cheeks. "Well... It's just... Flames is a... uhm, Light. I... I wanted to see if there was any..."

Her flushed face had Light in a smirk. Light's amusement transformed into a mixture of surprise and intrigue, his eyes widening slightly.

"I must say, Y/N, that's quite an unexpected twist. I never anticipated you'd test our connection in such a way."

Y/N's heart raced as they attempted to compose themselves, Light, noticing Y/N's flustered state, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He found himself drawn to Y/N's endearing reaction, intrigued by the that they presented.

Light let out a chuckle, his laughter laced with a hint of amusement. His enigmatic smile grew wider as he spoke, his voice carrying a playful tone.

"Oh, Y/N, there's no need to be so flustered. If you want to play the 'flames' game with my name, I suggest using a separate piece of paper. Let's not mix it up with the Death Note, shall we?"

Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, their flustered state giving way to a mixture of surprise and shock. They hadn't expected Light to be aware of their connection to the Death Note, let alone joke about it.

"Wait, how did you...? You know about the Death Note?"

Light's laughter subsided, his smile turning into a more serious expression. He met Y/N's gaze with a intense, yet soft, look in his eyes.

"Yes. I'm well aware of the existence and power of the Death Note. In fact, I have one of my own."

Y/N's mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications of Light's revelation. The shock of his knowledge mingled with a sense of apprehension, and a mix of fascination and concern washed over them.

"You... you have a Death Note too?"

His serious expression changed drastically, a smile grew wide across his face as he spoke, his voice carrying a teasing tone.

"I'm just saying, I don't think a heart attack would be a good go to figuring out our connection."

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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An invitation to join The Lonely

How would you like to feel the blissful weightlessness of true solitude? There's so much joy in not having to worry about others; it doesn't have to be that you don't care about them, it can instead be that they simply don't care about you. It may sound harsh but the relief is instant.

A light fog across dew speckled grass, fresh, clean country air, a place away from other people. Have you ever been on a hike by yourself? Noticed the way the world lights up when you're not weighed down by a partner? By leaving them, leaving everyone, you're allowing them to feel that selfsame bliss.

An empty ocean, the ebbs and flows of the gentle waves caressed by moonlight, the shipping forecast playing idly on your radio. A boat is a delightful place to be alone, to experience the genuine freedom of looking out across the open ocean in the sweet knowledge that nobody else will cross your path, nobody will disturb you.

Even just being where you are now, would it not be better to be there alone? Nobody to ruin the moment for you, nobody to disrupt the flow of your life; and indeed to be ignored by those who might, to have them walk by leaving you unscathed.

Nobody really deserves anybody, and in a world of loneliness that simply won't matter. Some would say that to be lonely is pain, but they're wrong. Loneliness is ever so comfortable.

#Uhm. It was foggy this morning so I guess I got possessed by Peter Lukas? So this one's for you my beloved lonely aligned folk!#Happy Christmas eve‚ I guess?#I may or may not do these for the other fears we'll see how it goes... There's some I don't know if it's possible to make sound nice?#But I can sure try!#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #peter lukas #martin blackwood #tma the lonely #tma season 4

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starsworn · 8 months

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Site Write Prompt #10: Chair

The fire in the hearth had burnt down to embers, but there was something about the cold that agreed with him. He minded it far less than those around him. Surely there was some poetic nonsense to be had about it reflecting his heart or his mind or something, but poetry had never been his strong suit. Fancy words belonged to another. His domain was more logical.

On his desk was a great stack of papers to be dealt with: invoices and missives and ledgers and so much damned work. At least the invitations had stopped coming. He sighed and dragged a stack of letters close. A report from a shepherd in the Highlands. A weekly invoice from a chirurgeon on retainer. A letter addressed directly to him.

What.

Letters to him had stopped long ago. Everything now was addressed to the lord of the house. Frowning, he picked up the letter opener from the desk and slit the letter open. He pulled out a short letter written in a well-practiced hand - the hand of a nobleman trained in his letters from a very young age. A hand he knew well, even after all these years.

It didn't take long to read it. It took longer for the words to absorb into his mind and when they did, he wasn't sure if the sound that came from him was rage or sadness. Although part of him - a large part - wanted to ball the letter up and throw it in the fire, more of him was logical and calculated and that was the part that set the letter back down on the desk. His mind whirled with emotion and he growled angrily at the disruption to his normally placid days. Anger was something he thought he'd moved past, but here it was again, fresh and hot and so damned unwelcome. He didn't want to feel again. He didn't want that messiness that came with... with life. How dare he intrude upon his silent solitude with so much as a letter!

Halone's frozen teats, an actual letter. This time, the noise that came out was a sob. He pressed the back of his fist to his mouth to stop the sound. The last thing he needed right now was some blasted well-meaning person to come barging in because they'd heard him crying. He was years past crying. Yet he couldn't seem to stop the torrent inside his chest.

Flashes of that night came to him again, memories he'd crushed and buried. Earlier memories, too, of warmth and affection that had been just as ruthlessly murdered. It was too much. All from a short letter. How dare he?!

Onaerion slumped in his chair, hands falling to either side of it and resting on the wheels. So. Did he want to see his brother again after all?

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mianyann · 6 months

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Absolution | Yoru x Reader

Chapter 4: "Unwinding Tensions"

Chamber, his gaze unwavering, sat comfortably at his desk, each stroke of the brush a deliberate motion as he added a new layer of paint upon his headhunter's golden finish. A momentary pause ensued as his eyes danced among an array of paint sets, a silent debate on whether to maintain the golden appearance or be transformative. A smirk, born of pride and satisfaction, graced his lips, and his fingers lovingly caressed the grip of his meticulously crafted creation, never planning on changing a thing. A contented sigh escaped him as he gripped the desk's edge, rising from his chair.

The journey from desk to the central coffee table unfolded with a sense of unhurried purpose. Chamber's hand found the delicate stem of a champagne glass, the cool effervescence of the liquid a soothing embrace as he took a leisurely sip. Seated upon his couch, his fingers deftly worked at the knot of his tie, unfastening it. His head tilted back, its weight resting against the couch's headrest, a sigh resonating through his weary form. It had been a demanding day, the weight of it settling upon him like a shroud.

Yet, just as the tranquility enveloped him, a soft and persistent knocking reached his ears, disrupting the solitude. His annoyance tinged his voice as he stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his attire and carefully placing the glass down. With a hint of impatience, Chamber called out, "Who is it?"

A clearing of the throat, and then the voice of Sage resonated from beyond the door. The subtle shift of Chamber's demeanor, a softening, bore a certain curiosity. His gaze swept over the dorm's interior before it settled upon Sage, a warm and welcoming smile gracing his lips. "Be my guest," he offered, opening the door to invite her in.

In the faintly lit meeting room at Headquarters, Viper and Brimstone found themselves seated across from each other, separated by the long-stretching glass table. The room bore an air of tension, with Viper's furrowed brow as she rubbed her temples in frustration. She took occasional sips of her black coffee, her agitation apparent. Meanwhile, Brimstone pored over a stack of papers, each detailing Kingdom's scandals throughout the years, “Sage was kind enough to give me these.” Brimstone continued to trace his finger over every little word.

As silence continued to engulf the room, Brimstone momentarily glanced up from the papers, his gaze shifting to Viper, who seemed on edge. With a concerned sigh, he set down the documents and removed his glasses. His palms clasped together as he leaned forward, his voice tinged with worry and confusion as he asked, "What's wrong? You've been frantic."

Viper's leg bounced nervously beneath the table as she set down her coffee mug, her anxiety palpable. She cleared her throat, responding with a hint of exasperation, "I've been worried about the protocol. If Kingdom gets wind of our plans and our information, we're finished."

Brimstone shook his head, his face marked with a frown, "It'd be impossible for them to know anything unless we have an informant, a traitor."

Viper straightened in her chair, her frustration simmering. She hesitated, her voice tense as she replied, "We need to keep a close eye on that hostage of yours."

Brimstone chuckled heartily at Viper's determination, "I understand, Viper, but I don't believe a hostage in her condition could be a Kingdom informant. We have bigger concerns."

Viper's headache flared up once more, prompting her to press a hand against her throbbing temple. Annoyance laced her voice as she inquired, "Such as?"

Brimstone let out a weary sigh as he reclined in his chair, his arms casually resting behind his head. The room seemed to absorb the tension that hung heavy in the air as they both grappled with the uncertainty of their situation. With a shift in his posture, Brimstone leaned forward and slid an agent file across the table – a face etched in everyone's memory. Chamber's.

As the clocks around the Headquarters marked 6:00, agents began to stream into the common room, a cozy and minimalist space adorned with a collection of chairs, plush couches, and bookshelves lined with classic literature. The faux marble fireplace stood as an elegant centerpiece, exuding warmth into the room. Curtains were drawn to shield them from the outside world, and a hushed tension filled the air. Every agent exchanged nervous glances, saying nothing as they meticulously adjusted their postures. Among them, you and Chamber were absent, though the collective anticipation for the unfolding hostage situation from the previous day permeated the room.

The famous black boots, their signature sound echoing through the hallway, prompted everyone to snap their heads in that direction. The suspenseful silence thickened as the footsteps drew nearer. Emerging from the shadows, Viper, one of their eminent leaders, entered the room with a folder, clipboard, and pen in hand. Furrowing her brows, she glanced at the assembled agents while adjusting her lab coat. Viper settled into the gray swan chair positioned at the head of the couches, and the room immediately straightened in response.

Viper's serious demeanor and posture demanded everyone's unwavering attention. "Sage and Brimstone will be late for our meeting," she began, her voice commanding. "We can get started now. I am certain everyone understands the situation at hand?"

Her scrutinizing gaze swept the room, intensifying the tension. Agents' eyes fixated on Viper's hands as she flipped through the pages, eventually settling on one that contained the image Sage had captured at the facility, a chilling depiction that made even Viper shudder. She secured the image to her clipboard and presented it to the room, capturing the rapt attention of every agent. "This is what was captured that day in the facility," Viper declared, her tone unwavering. "It is grotesque, but it is the harsh reality we face. This can happen to us, and it's our responsibility to prevent it."

Sage found herself in Chamber's dormitory. Her gaze wandered nervously around the lavish room, uncertain of his looming presence. Chamber, leaning casually against a marble dresser, exuded a self-assured smirk as he sipped his champagne. He observed Sage's unease and seized control of the situation, taunting her with his authoritarian charm.

"I presume you should be at the meeting, should you not? What brings such a lovely lady like yourself in my presence" Chamber quipped, his words dripping with insolence and a blatant disregard for authority. Sage felt her discomfort intensify but was too preoccupied with her own thoughts to respond immediately.

Grasping a decorative pillow from the couch, she placed it on her lap as her gaze fixed upon Chamber. Finally, she found her voice and confronted him, "We're aware of your association with Kingdom." A flicker of vulnerability crossed Chamber's face before he regained his composure, setting down his champagne glass and walking over to seat himself next to her.

"What on earth could you mean, my dear?" Chamber's affected innocence clashed with Sage's determination. She could sense the falsity in his tone, yet she knew he wasn't directly assisting Kingdom with malicious intent. Chamber understood the flaws in Sage's accusation and recognized that he needed to safeguard the fragile trust they were establishing.

Sage sighed, pushing the pillow aside as she rose to confront Chamber. Leaning over him, her face inches from his, she stared into his dark, calculating eyes. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his tie, pulling him closer and closer. Chamber chuckled softly, relishing the tension between them, and lowered his voice provocatively, "Planning to give me a kiss, cheri?" Undeterred, Sage responded with steely resolve, "We're merely working on building trust, Chamber. It would be wise not to jeopardize it before it's solidified."

Releasing his tie, Sage retreated, leaving Chamber sprawled on the couch with a smug smile. As she straightened herself and left the room, Chamber couldn't resist a parting comment, "I must say, Sage, you pull off the dominatrix look quite well." Sage scoffed at the remark, departing with the room's unresolved tension lingering in her wake.

Brimstone made his entrance into the common room with an air of unshakable confidence, flashing everyone a smirk as he casually settled into the lounge chair beside Viper. Midway through Viper's briefing, she winced, interrupting her speech briefly to hand him a copy of the document she had been discussing. Brimstone sighed, his gaze fixed on the page.

"Viper, we don't have to go over all of this," he remarked with a touch of impatience, but Viper turned her body toward him, leaning in close and speaking softly.

"We must ensure everyone is thoroughly prepared," she murmured into his ear, her eyes locked onto his.

Brimstone's expression softened as he cleared his throat and addressed the room. "Each one of you will undergo rigorous training, and we'll be embarking on high-stakes missions that will require unwavering teamwork and strategic brilliance. We're preparing for the worst-case scenario and ensuring we maximize our available resources."

Viper nodded, her hands clasped together on the clipboard in her lap. "You'll be paired up with a partner, and you'll train together every day. It's imperative you remember your duty. We're pleading for your loyalty and dedication to Valorant."

Killjoy raised a trembling hand, her gaze darting between Brimstone and Viper as she managed a nervous smile. Viper, exhaling in mild exasperation, extended her hand toward Killjoy, granting her permission to speak.

"I could enhance my technology to gather more intel," Killjoy began tentatively, but Viper swiftly interjected, her tone resolute, "These missions will have to be carried out with the utmost discretion. You can focus on technology improvements once we've gathered information about the current situation."

She punctuated the end of the meeting with a tap of her pen on the clipboard, signaling dismissal. As Viper and Brimstone stood up, they made their way out of the common room.

In the hallway, Viper stormed forward, with Brimstone hastening to catch up. Concern etched his features as he asked, "Viper, what's been bothering you lately?"

Viper turned sharply, her headache resurfacing as her gaze bore into Brimstone's eyes. "We could lose everything and everyone we care about, and you expect me to be okay with it? I can't burden everyone with this. I'd rather bear this responsibility alone."

Brimstone's reassuring eyes met hers as he placed his hands on his hips. "We're here to watch each other's backs. I'm confident that we can navigate through this crisis and prepare for whatever comes our way."

Before they could delve further into the conversation, Sage burst out of Chamber's dorm, right in front of them. She smoothed out her ruffled attire and adjusted her bangs, her expression stern. "We need to talk."

The common room was filled with a sense of collective astonishment, leaving Killjoy undoubtedly disheartened. Raze sat beside her, offering a comforting touch on Killjoy's shoulder, and a reassuring smile accompanied by supportive words, "Awe, Killjoy-Zinho. We all love your little robots, and we'll figure out a way to get them back on the field."

Killjoy found solace in Raze's gesture, her anxiety momentarily soothed by the warmth of her

presence. However, Reyna's gaze held a different sentiment, bearing a natural aversion to Killjoy's technology and the engineer herself, “Who is we?” Raze exchanged a knowing look with Reyna, her brows pleading for some sympathy or intervention to prevent another argument.

Reyna, silently conceding to Raze's request, crossed her arms and reclined on the couch, her chin lifted, and her gaze sharpening as she inquired, "Where's that new girl? I heard she had some stories to tell. I’ve just been dying to meet her."

Phoenix's attention perked up at the mention of the new recruit. He leaned in, nonchalantly opening a bag of chips and munching on them. With a smirk, he remarked, "I don't know. She was supposed to be at the meeting, but I guess she didn't have the nerve to show up." He chuckled at his own quip, taking another handful of chips.

However, Fade swiftly intervened by snatching the chips out of Phoenix's hand, a teasing yet resolute expression on her face. As she held the bag away from him, she suggested, "Maybe if we make her feel more at ease, she'd be more inclined to join."

Phoenix, eager to reclaim his snack, reached out with determination. As he wrestled for the bag of chips, Fade finally relented, tossing it back into his lap. Phoenix resumed eating, his gaze shifting to Yoru, his tone laced with playful flirtation, "You're the man, Yoru. Why don't you be the one to bring her down here?" Yoru's response, a nonchalant eye roll, signaled his reluctance. Yet, before he could leave the room, a reminder of their earlier agreement stopped him in his tracks. As he sighed, he flipped Phoenix off and walked away, leaving the room to its various conversations.

Amidst a chaotic scene of scattered papers, books, files, and empty water bottles, you sat worn and weary, your gaze bereft of energy. Exhausted, your head sank onto a pile of paperwork, only to be abruptly startled by loud knocks echoing through your door. Wearily, you raised your head and mumbled, "Hello?" in response. The incessant knocks persisted, further frustrating you, prompting you to push yourself up and swing open the door in annoyance.

Standing before you, Yoru appeared, his demeanor stern and disapproving. His arms were crossed, and he spoke with cold indifference, "Everyone's waiting for you in the common room." His voice bore no warmth. Without uttering a word, he turned away, preparing to walk back.

However, you reached out and grabbed his jacket sleeve, compelling him to pause begrudgingly. He pulled his arm free, clearly uncomfortable with your touch, and in an irritated tone, he inquired, "What?"

You sighed, your back against the doorframe, a frown forming on your face, "Can we talk about what happened?" Yoru, without any intention of relenting, resumed his departure, responding with a curt, "No."

Undeterred, you once again caught his sleeve, causing him to pull away hastily, his irritation growing as he rubbed his jacket sleeve, "It was my job, nothing more." Understanding the reasoning behind his reticence, you nodded, yet an underlying curiosity lingered, "I was mainly going to ask about how you are towards me."

Yoru gently shook his head, his steps carrying him away from you as you watched him walk away. Sighing, you pondered the complex dynamics between you two, craving a deeper understanding but resigned to let it be for the time being.

Eventually, you joined the others in the common room, settling uncomfortably beside Neon. As she offered you various dishes of food, you declined them repeatedly, leading to a visible frown on her face, brimming with concern. It was apparent that everyone had questions, their wide eyes fixed on you as you shared the details of your experiences, revealing some things while withholding others, leading to an air of curiosity and apprehension.

Reyna scrutinized you, her lips curving into a sardonic smile, and she placed her wine glass on the table. Her words seemed patronizing as she commented, "My cariño, such a poor soul. I wonder how you could live with such trauma." Her mockery weighed on you, causing your fingers to clutch at your pants.

Neon's compassion shone through as she reached out, her hand gently resting on your leg. Her voice, barely above a whisper, offered solace, "Don't take it to heart." You responded with a soft nod, appreciating her support, even though Reyna's intentions remained unclear.

Neon, however, refused to let Reyna's behavior slide, snapping at her, "You can't just be a bitch to everyone." Reyna's gaze widened, her grip on her glass tightening, and Gekko made an attempt to intervene, though his effort was met with a swift dismissal from Reyna, who swatted his hand away, saying, "Don't worry about it, cariño."

Gekko, apologetic and nervous, gripped a pillow on his lap, casting an apologetic look your way. Attempting to speak up, you hesitated, stopping short as Reyna abruptly stood, her figure imposing as she confronted Neon, "I hope you didn't forget about those times I saved you from the easiest of deaths."

Neon, undaunted, met Reyna's disapproval with defiance, standing chest to chest with her. Meanwhile, Phoenix continued to munch on his chips, audibly crunching in the otherwise hushed atmosphere. The agents directed annoyed glances his way.

You reached out and gently pulled Neon back to her seat as Reyna resumed her place after Gekko's call to calm down. A thick silence settled in the room, only punctuated by the sound of Phoenix devouring his fifth bag of chips.

Gekko, seeking to shift the atmosphere, asked a question, "Ah, so, what was it like in the facility? No one really knows too much beyond the picture that Sage took." Your recollections sent shivers down your spine, but you hesitated only briefly before answering, "Well, those were victims of failed radianite experiments." Your words were slow, each phrase carefully weighed and measured. "The radianite wasn't pure; it was fabricated."

The revelation left the room's occupants exchanging concerned glances, drawing closer in their curiosity. Phoenix, perhaps in an attempt to break the tension, choked on his chips and remarked, "Well, she's useless." A swift slap to his chest from Fade elicited an apology, "I didn't mean that, mate. Just playing with you."

Reyna, ever the instigator, turned her attention to you, a mocking applause in her voice, "Great, we're making room for the homeless." Laughter filled the room, though Fade and Neon did not partake. Yoru, who had been leaning against the wall observing the situation, grimaced, recalling the times when he felt similarly unwelcome upon joining the protocol.

He moved closer, looming over the back of the sofa you and Neon occupied. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the cushion, his irritation palpable, "Don't you have something better to talk about, Reyna?" It wasn't that he cared deeply about the situation; he was simply fed up with Reyna's inflated ego.

Reyna's smirk waned as she side-eyed Yoru, quipping, "So the riftwalker joins us, how can I live with myself?" Yoru scoffed and tapped your shoulder as he spoke to Reyna, "Pick on someone with use."

Sage, Viper, and Brimstone gathered on the patio, seated under the serene moonlight as they shared drinks. Sage, perhaps fueled by some form of urgency or anxiety, was hastily downing every drink in her reach, only to be gently slowed down by Brimstone, his concern evident in his words, "Take it easy there; we don't want to lose you too early."

Viper, her headache gradually fading, chuckled and began to feel more herself again. Curiosity piqued, she asked, "So, what happened with Chamber? Don't tell me he's screwing his way up the roster." Sage shook her head, a drunken laugh escaping her lips, "I don't think he's the one we should be worried about."

Brimstone, exchanging an intrigued glance with Viper, raised an eyebrow, prompting Sage to share her startling revelation, "You're kidding me." With earnestness, she shook her head, her eyes widened as she took another sip, "I'm being serious; he seems completely out of the know."

Viper, feeling skeptical and unconvinced, took Sage's glass into her own hands. "There is absolutely no way Chamber is not involved with something of this sort," she remarked, certain of her assessment. "It has his name and face written all over it."

Sage sighed as she ran her fingers through her messy hair, seeking clarity amid the haze of her inebriation. "The girl, the hostage," she began, her speech somewhat disjointed, "was telling me that the victims were regular people with fabricated radianite exposure. On what earth would Chamber be able to get his hands on such a substance? It has got to be Kingdom."

Brimstone let out a heavy sigh, taking another swig of his drink. He contemplated the situation, "We'll have to speak with the two of them." The uncertainty loomed like a shadow over the trio in the moonlit night.

As the evening wore on and agents began to disperse, you found yourself seated on a plush couch, the absence of Neon, who had left to prepare for her early morning garden duty, leaving you in solitude. A nearby sofa hosted Killjoy and Raze, who had initially listened intently to your retelling of your experiences within the facility. However, they wisely chose to retreat as they sensed the growing unease that accompanied your narrative.

Meanwhile, the remaining trio, consisting of Fade, Phoenix, and Yoru, provided a playful diversion. Phoenix was immersed in a seemingly endless battle with a colossal bag of chips, and the spectacle garnered a mix of amusement and concern from those in the vicinity. Fade tussled with Phoenix, with his bottomless appetite, trying to rip the family-sized bag of chips as Phoenix attempted to eat it.

As Phoenix gave up on trying to retrieve the bag of chips from Fade, he tapped on Yoru's shoulder, signaling towards you. He playfully reminded Yoru of the deal they had made regarding the sake. "I'm getting her number first," he declared with a wink.

With a smirk, Phoenix sauntered over to you, earning him scoffs and laughter from Killjoy and Raze. Taking the seat next to you with a closeness that left you intrigued. Meeting your inquisitive gaze, he stumbled over his words in a rather flustered manner, "Hello?"

The room filled with laughter as Killjoy, Raze, and even Yoru couldn't contain their amusement. Phoenix's embarrassment was palpable as he continued, "You're… wow, I mean, you're pretty amazing, girl. Really cute." Your confusion turned into a warm chuckle, and even Yoru sported a faint, amused smile.

With newfound confidence, Phoenix finally asked, "Can I, um, get your number?" Caught in the moment and still amused by the earlier banter, you playfully choked out, "I'll think about it." Phoenix felt a light smack on his face but continued to smile, flaring his collar. Even as he nodded and made his way back with a tinge of embarrassment. Moving to the table where Yoru was seated, he couldn't resist taking a playful jab, saying, "Wipe the smile off your face, chum. It's not like you can do any better."

Yoru, however, simply shook his head, and the smile began to fade. "Just hand over the sake already," he urged.

But Phoenix leaned back in his chair with a mockingly serious tone. "Can't do that, mate," he quipped, adopting a witty posture. "You've got to be a womanizer to drink the pure gold."

Yoru, now glancing from you to Phoenix and back, realized that pure flirting wasn't working. He swiftly grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, determined to employ a different approach. "I didn't mean to act coldly towards you," he began, a tone of sincerity replacing the earlier jest. "I was wondering if we could chat more about what happened. Can I get your number?"

The atmosphere shifted, and a note of vulnerability crept in. You remembered the way Yoru had treated you when he rescued you, but hearing him now, sounding genuinely kind and considerate, eased your reservations. You replied with a heartfelt, "Yeah, of course."

Yoru extended his hand toward you, deftly inserting your phone number into his phone. As he tried to suppress his smile, he gave you a small nod, acknowledging your response.

Returning to the side of Phoenix, Yoru couldn't help but sport a triumphant smirk as he witnessed Phoenix's jaw drop. "How the hell do you do it, yet you still get absolutely no bitches?" he teased, a challenging glint in his eyes.

A moment of silence fell, with Yoru casting a hard gaze and furrowed eyebrows upon Phoenix. Not missing a beat, Phoenix playfully surrendered, "Please forgive me, Father Yoru."

But Yoru was quick to brush it off, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Cut it out, fire boy," he replied, signifying the playful banter was all in good fun. "Where's my sake?"

Phoenix sighed, his sense of humor still intact, as he said, "I'll give it to you when we head back, as long as you promise to share it."

Yoru, with a smirk on his lips, took a sip of his malt and leaned in closer to Phoenix, retorting, "No way."

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