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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Against The Wall + Interrupted — Diego Hargreeves

POSTED: October 7th, 2020

WORD COUNT: 808

WARNINGS: Smutty

A/N: Part 3 of 11 (hopefully) of kinktober! I would like to inform you all that I am once again back on my bullshit. I decided that having this, as well as Three’s a Crowd on the go was not enough for me. No, no, no, that would be too easy. On top of those, I have also decided to write not one, but three stories, because what better way to live life than to be suffering, am I right?

Anyways, enough of my suffering. I hope you enjoy this little drabble! Safe out there!

Darkness surrounded them in the stuffy closet Diego had dragged her into. His body was pressed tightly against hers, warm hands roaming under her T-shirt. Every movement jostled the coats hanging around them, the metal hangers scraping against the rod that ran the length of the closet.

Y/N could feel her shirt sticking to her in patches from the slowly forming sweat. There was barely any room to move with one person in there, let alone two, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Someone's gonna to hear us," Y/N mumbles, using her arms that were looped around his shoulders to pull herself up slightly, fingers massaging the stiff muscles in his neck as he sucked a bruise onto her own.

"Luther and Five are too busy fighting to even notice we're gone," Diego pulls away from Y/N to get a better look at her face in the dark room, hand moving up and out from her shirt to brush the hair away from her face. The light streaming in through the cracks is just enough to illuminate Diego's face, his eyes soft as they stared down at her.

"And the others?"

"Wont be here 'til tonight." That's all Y/N needs, tugging Diego back down to press her lips to his. Diego instantly crowds up in Y/N's space, pushing her up against the wall. His hand moves from her face, trailing down her body to grip the back of her thigh.

He guides her leg up and around his waist, stepping in the open space with a slow grind of his hips. Diego's other hand joins the first, easily lifting Y/N off of the ground. He pressed the hard length of his body against hers, using the wall to prop Y/N up higher.

Now looking down at him, Y/N takes a second to enjoy the soft look on his face, fingers dancing along the small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Diego tilts his head up into the touch, eyes fluttering shut when Y/N moves to instead cup his face between her hands.

"I've always wanted to do this," Diego turns his face to press a kiss into the palm of Y/N's hand, smiling when he feels her other hand trail along the scar above his ear.

"Do what?"

"Sneak a pretty girl into the house," Diego presses one last kiss to her hand before turning his attention back up to her, eyes dark as presses a kiss to the underside of her jaw.

"But I walked through the front door?" Y/N gets a groan in response, and she laughs a bit too loud in the small closet.

"Don't ruin my dreams, Y/N!"

"My bad." Y/N cups his face, tilting it up to face her so she could press a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away Diego chases after her, hand abandoning her leg to slide up under her shirt again.

The sudden touch startles a gasp from Y/N just as Diego reconnects their lips, tongue slipping past with ease. His hands push further up, wrapping around her back to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.

Y/N's hands that were still cupping Diego's face drop down as far as they can go to tug at his shirt. She's able to pull it up under his armpits on her own, pulling away from the heated kiss to let Diego take it the rest of the way off.

Diego drops the shirt to the ground without a care, diving right back to Y/N's lips the second the shirt passed his face. The desperation brings a smile to Y/N's face against her will, causing Diego to pull away from her in a huff.

"Y/N..."

"Sorry! Sorry," Y/N peppers kisses along Diego's face, cradling his face in her hands once again, "you're just too cute."

"I'm not cute," he grumbles, trying to capture her lips again, but to no avail. She pulls away with a smile, brushing her thumb over his furrowed brow.

"Ah, yes. I forgot, The Kraken, strongest member of the academy, can't possibly be cute," Y/N murmurs, leaning in to press her lips back to his in a teasingly light kiss.

"That's where you're wrong!" Both of them startle, light pouring into the tiny closet. Standing proud in the doorway is Klaus, with an amused Allison standing behind him, "There are pictures that Mom took that would prove otherwise."

"Hi Klaus, Allison," Y/N says, unfazed at their sudden appearance, though it's drowned out by Diego's pissed grumbling. She lets her legs drop from around Diego's waist, forcing him to put her down, "you're here early."

"Well, I figured that if you were going to be here, then you must have made more of your delicious food," Klaus then turns to Diego, a teasing smirk on his face as he watches his brother put his shirt back on, "you know, there are better places to get your hanky on than in a coat closet, right?"

"Shut. Up."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Public — J.Murphy

POSTED: October 4th, 2020

WORD COUNT: 3,226

WARNINGS: Smutty

A/N: Part 2 of 11 (maybe) of Kinktober. Lets hope I don’t break this post like I did the last one. Also, this one is long af, so sorry. Or your welcome, whatever floats your boat.

The camp was loud, louder and more lively than their first day on the ground.

After Bellamy and Murphy returned from their rescue mission with the dead mountain lion, spirits were high, even though those with wristbands had to remove them to eat. The evening's excitement made it easy to forget Jasper, half-dead in the drop-ship. His moans of pain were drowned out by the partying teens, the sound of the makeshift drums carrying over their small clearing.

Y/N sits off to the side, watching as the line of people and the meat portions slowly go down. Her stomach growls as the wind changes, wafting the smell of roasted meat right at her. Her wrist band sits heavy on her wrist, the only thing keeping her from going over to get herself some food.

Sitting around the bonfire are Bellamy and three boys from his "army," split up into two groups to get through the mass of teens faster. From where Y/N is sitting, she can only see Murphy and Mbege, the former prying wristbands off in record time without a care for the person's well being.

Despite the rough treatment, Y/N can't help but admire the ease of his movements. They were swift, fluid motions, each wrist band taken off effortlessly even with people flinching and squirming away from him.

When Y/N looks away from the angry teen and to the line, she is surprised to see barely anyone left. Y/N fingers the edge of her wrist band, eyes darting up to watch The Ark, the huge hunk of metal looking like a star from on the ground. She watches it for a moment longer before making up her mind, pushing herself off of the ground with a groan.

The bonfire wasn't far from where she made up her tiny little camp, though it feels like it takes ages before she's standing in front of Murphy. He looks up at her silently, eyes dropping down to her wrist when he notices her fidgeting with it.

"Well, come on then. I don't have all night." Murphy says, though his words don't come out as harsh as Y/N was expecting, as she was used to hearing for him. The stump he gestures to is tall enough that Y/N doesn't have to bend over much to rest her arm on it. Its rough, bits of wood cutting into her skin when she moves.

When Murphy doesn't try to take the wristband off, Y/N looks up to find him frowning down at her hand. Confused, Y/N follows his line of sight, her hand shaking slightly.

"Sorry, I uh — I don't do well with pain," Y/N mutters, clenching her fist tightly to try and get the shaking under control. Thankfully when she opens her hand back up, it's no longer shaking, though when she looks back to a still unmoving Murphy, he's now frowning at her, "It's okay, I'll be fine."

Murphy looks unconvinced, though holds down her arm with a shrug. He's surprisingly gentle and deliberate with his movements. Y/N would have called it tender, but it felt weird to describe him that way. He brings the long piece of mettle up slowly, making a show of it as he positions it under the wristband. Again he hesitates, and Y/N is surprised to see genuine concern on his face when she looks back up at him.

Y/N gets lost in the blue of his eyes, feels her face get hot under the intensity of his stare. One of the guys calls for Murphy to hurry up, though he doesn't turn to acknowledge them. "Try not to move," Murphy mutters, and Y/N barely has enough time to nod before he's prying the metal wristband off faster than she could blink. It falls to her feet, rolling down the pile of bands and into the fire.

"It's going to bruise," Murphy says as he chucks the metal pole off to the side. Gently, Y/N pulls her arm free from his hold, turning over her wrist to examine the small streams of blood. It's nothing bad, but her wrist aches more than she thought it would, even with his gentle treatment, "Here."

Y/N looks up in surprise, coming face to face with the last piece of meat.

Bellamy calls for Murphy again, so Y/N takes the stick quickly, "Thank you."

Murphy gives her a barely-there nod, the corner of his mouth ticking up into the start of a smile before he turns away, stalking over to the group of boys waiting for him at the edge of the woods. He takes the torch Bellamy offers to him, and they disappear into the woods.

Y/N lets out a groan, stretching her arms up as far as they can go. With her stomach full for the first time since landing on the ground, Y/N can't help but notice the little, insignificant things that she overlooked before. Her clothes are filthy, covered in dirt and grime from when she went out to collect wood earlier that day.

Every inch of her skin feels dirty and itchy, and Y/N knows that she was never going to fall asleep since she noticed the state she was in. Y/N glances towards the surrounding forest, in the general direction of the river she came across earlier that day. Thankfully it wasn't that far, and from what she could tell, she was the only one that had come across it, so there was no fear of anyone discovering her.

Grabbing her only change of clothes, made of thin, itchy material, Y/N rushes over to the fire to grab a torch to help light her way. Nobody questions Y/N when she leaves and Y/N breathes a sigh of relief once she far enough away that the sounds from camp become background noise.

Y/N walks in the river's general direction, listening for running water as she carefully makes her way deeper into the dark woods. Holding her torch out in front of her, Y/N spots a familiar log and smiles proudly to herself, a small pep in her stem as she turns left. After nearly a minute of hiking, she can finally hear it, can nearly feel her skin get cleaner as the trees break away to reveal the shining, shallow water.

The river is tiny, if it could even be considered a river at all, with a small waterfall on her right that causes the water to spray up in a cool-mist around the area. The water slowly leads to a drop off to her left, another waterfall that's blocked by several large rocks, causing the water to move so slowly it's like it was barely moving at all.

Y/N quickly sheds out of her clothes, crouched at the river's edge in just her underwear as she furiously scrubbed her clothes clean. Her torch is sticking out of the ground next to her, flames dancing around, lighting up the water enough to see the smooth rocks lining the riverbed.

Her coat and shirt are the cleanest, so they're quickly washed and set aside on a nearby rock to dry. Y/N's pants, on the other hand, are a different story.

During her first day on the ground, Y/N spent her time exploring all the wildlife, taking in the plants she had never seen while helping her family in the Farming station. Now, days later, Y/N wished she was more careful with the little clothes she had, absently fingering at a small tear from a tree branch she had noticed a second too late.

"What're you doing?" Y/N takes in a gasp of air, choking slightly as she slaps a hand over her pounding heart. She looks over her shoulder to find Murphy standing behind her, torch held out in front of him. His eyes trace over her bare skin, and Y/N can't help but curl into herself slightly, face heating up under his stare.

"Washing my clothes," Y/N holds up her dripping pants as proof, then gestures to the still wet clothes drying next to her.

"It's not safe out here alone," Murphy says, though he doesn't seem to be afraid in the slightest, leaning casually against a tree as he watches her. He looks around the area pointedly, before settling his gaze back on her.

"I didn't want to bother anybody."

"Is that why you waited 'till everyone was gone before you got your wristband taken off?" The question throws her off guard, and she gapes up at him in surprise.

"What..?"

"I saw you watching us." Murphy pushes away from the tree with a shrug, walking over to a nearby rock to sit on, "Is that the last of what you're washing?"

"Was gonna bathe too," Y/N mumbles, watching Murphy curiously.

Murphy's face is unreadable as he stares silently at her, brushing his nose with a sniff as he thinks to himself. Then he gives her a nod, digging the end of his torch into the ground like hers, "Alright then, I'll wait."

"You really don't have to," Y/N rushes to say, noticing the deep bags under his eyes for the first time. Murphy doesn't respond, just gestures towards the water in front of her. He takes out his homemade knife, twirling it around in his hand, turning away from Y/N just enough to give the illusion of privacy while still keeping an eye on her.

Not wanting to keep Murphy out any later, Y/N scrubs her pants clean with newfound energy. When the water no longer streams brown, Y/N wrings out as much water as possible, watching the water ripple away while she drapes the pants next to her other clothes.

Kneeling in front of the river in just her underwear, Y/N takes a chance to look over at Murphy. He's staring intently down at his knife, head tilted away from Y/N.

It takes a moment for Y/N to realise that he was trying to giver her privacy while still looking out for her, and she can't help the warm smile that crosses her face at the discovery. Quickly, Y/N pushes her underwear down her legs, ripping her sports bra off as well.

The cold night air makes Y/N shiver, but with Murphy waiting for her, Y/N doesn't have time to get used to the cold, quickly slipping into the dark water before he could catch an eyeful. The water wasn't as cool as she thought it would be, though it's much deeper, a startled gasp from her as the water comes to rest just above the swell of her breasts.

"You okay?" Murphy asks, pushing up from the rock in case something was wrong.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. The water was just a bit cold, sorry," Y/N says, dropping down further into the water so that only her head could be seen, "shit."

"What?"

"My bag," Y/N groans, gesturing to where she left it. It's on the other side of the rock, far enough away that she would surely flash Murphy if she tried to grab it, "I forgot my soap in it."

Murphy turns to where she gestured, spotting the bag set aside neatly next to her drying clothes. The bag is the same as the one he got, so he goes into the same pocket he knows his is in.

The bottle of hair and body wash is tiny, probably only enough to get one or two washes out of it. Murphy unscrews the cap, dropping it into the still open pocket of her bag.

"Thank you," Y/N reaches her hand up for her soap, swimming over to the edge of the water.

Murphy shakes his head at her, walking the short distance to kneel in front of Y/N, "Turn around."

"What..?"

"I'll do it, turn around." He's already squeezing some of the soap into his hand. With a sigh Y/N turns around, pushing her hair behind her shoulder.

Murphy dips his hand into the water, quickly rubbing his hands together to foam up the soap as much as possible. When his hand first touches her head Y/N jumps, water sloshing around her. Murphy's hands freeze the second it happens, though he slowly moves his fingers when Y/N doesn't make a move to get away from him.

The two of them sit there silently, the calming sounds of the forest washing over them in a calming blanket. Murphy's fingers work diligently through Y/N's hair, rubbing at her scalp to try and get the soap through as much of her hair as possible.

With every pass of his fingers, Y/N's head falls further back, the weight of it resting in Murphy's hands. Murphy chuckles under his breath, guiding her head back to rest against his knees. His fingers rub tight circles into her scalp, drawing breathy sounds from Y/N.

The dim light from Y/N's torch illuminates the water enough that Murphy can make out the curves of Y/N's body. "What's wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?" Y/N says, turning her head slightly to see his face.

"Nobody in camp can stand to be around me, but here you are, naked in a river with my hands inches away from your neck."

"If you were going to do anything to me, you would have done it when you first found me here," Y/N mumbles, pushing herself up and around to face Murphy, "But you won't. You're not a bad person."

Shadows dance along Murphy's face, making the already hard, guarded look on his face look even more threatening. Y/N wrests her arms on the ground in front of his legs, skin just nearly brushing against the rough fabric of his pants.

"Why, do you want me to be scared of you?"

"No, that's not-" Murphy cuts himself off with a shake of his head, face contorted in pain, "Why are you the only one?"

Vulnerable is not something Y/N though she would associate with Murphy, but that's all she can see when she looks up at him. He still looks angery, eyes watching her wearily as if waiting for an attack, but his entire body sags with his pain.

Taking a chance, Y/N pushes herself out of the water to bring their faces closer together, water dripping off of her exposed breasts and onto his pants. Murphy leans away from her as if shocked, eyes flicking down to her exposed skin before darting back up to her face, "What are you doing?"

Y/N says nothing, climbing further out of the water and into his lap. Murphy's eyes are wide, his hands hovering in the air. He's got his eyes trained on Y/N's face, trying not to look at the naked body on top of him.

"Y/N-" Murphy tries again, though cuts him-self off as Y/N hands gently cradle his face. His eyes flutter shut when Y/N's thumbs caress his high cheekbones, head leaning into her left hand just slightly. His hands settle high on her hips, though the touch is barely there, easy to break out of if Y/N wanted.

They stay like that until Y/N's skin is dry, and the shitty soap starts to itch her scalp. When she moves her hands away from Murphy's face, his eyes immediately snap open, the softness replaced by a hard, guarded look once more, as if waiting for her to make it into a joke, some kind of attack.

His pants stick uncomfortably to her skin, soaked through from where she was sitting on him. Murphy seems to notice at the same time, wiggling his legs around in his kneeling position.

"Murphy," Y/N starts, though she doesn't really know what she wants to say, looking away from his face and at the wet spots on the front of his shirt. A questioning noise is all she gets in response, "I - Can I kiss you?"

Silence is all that greets her. His hands tighten on her waist slightly, the only indication that he heard her at all. After a couple seconds pass without a response, Y/N takes a chance to look up at his face.

His face is flushed dark red, though he doesn't look disgusted by her question. When their eyes meet, he gives her a barely-there nod, but it's all Y/N needs to put her racing heart at ease. Slowly Y/N brings their faces together, watching as Murphy's eyes flutter shut once more.

The second Y/N brushes their lips together, Murphy surges forward, wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist to pull her flush against his body. The rough denim cuts into Y/N's skin, though she can't find it in herself to care when Murphy brings a hand up to tangle in her hair, tongue pushing past her lips.

"Wait, Murphy mumbles, pulling away from her lips, hooded eyes dark as he stars at lips, "your hair."

"My hair...?"

"The soap, it's all dried up now," Murphy tugs on a matted up strand, drawing a low moan from Y/N. He wraps up more hair into his hand, using it to pull her head back to expose her neck, sucking a mark right under her jaw.

"You should join me." Y/N says, pushing her hands into the open flaps of his jacket. He doesn't fight her, even removing his hands from her body to let it slide off his arms and onto the forest floor. His shirt follows after that, and Y/N leans in to press a quick kiss to his lips before sliding off his lap and into the water.

Y/N quickly submerges herself into the dark water, scrubbing at her hair to get the soap out as fast as possible. When she pops back out, it's to the tail end of Murphy pushing his pants down his legs. Murphy looks up at Y/N, still looking wary, though joins Y/N in the water before he second-guesses himself.

"F-fuck its cold," Murphy stutters, wrapping his arms around himself to try to keep in his warmth.

"You'll get used to it."

"I could, or..." Murphy trails off, closing the distance to wrap Y/N up in his arms, wet skin sliding against each other as he presses their lips firmly together.

His hands roam every possible inch he can reach before settling on her ass, pushing their hips tightly together. With Muphy distracted groping her, she walks them back to a rock hidden in the shadows, spinning them around last second to push Murphy against it, shoving her thigh between his legs to grind up against his growing erection.

Murphy pulls away from her with a moan, eyes full of surprise as he searches Y/N's face. Y/N pushes into his space to connect their lips again, hand trailing down his chest to wrap around his hard cock. Murphy immediately bucks up into her touch, moving one of his own hands between her legs.

"Lets make this fun, shall we?" Murphy moans, dipping down to suck a harsh mark into Y/N neck before pulling away with a wicked smirk on his face, "Whoever finishes first has to do what ever the other wants, whenever they want it."

"Mmm, cant wait to have you between my legs whenever I please," Y/N squeezes her legs around Murphy's hand, body shuddering as he rubs his fingers in tight circles against her.

"We'll see about that," Murphy removes his hand from Y/N to pull one of her legs up on his hip, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Y/N used the rock behind her to push herself up, wrapping her other leg around his waist to help keep her up. He slides into her easily, letting out a low groan as he bottoms out. He gives a teasing thrust into her, both of them moaning at the feeling.

Y/N grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling him away from her neck to see the challenging look in his eyes.

"Can't wait."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dirty Dreams + Handjob — John Murphy

POSTED: October 13th, 2020

WORD COUNT: 814

WARNINGS: Smut

A/N: Part 5 of 11 (perhaps) of Kinktober! Its short and has a shitty end but its 12:29 and technically the 14th but IDGAF at this point. I hope you enjoy, because I will not be sleeping after having played phasmophobia with my friend.

This kinda lives in an AU where they landed on the ground and made up their own happy little colony since I loved the series the most in its first episodes.

Most people had to double up in tents. There wasn't enough to go around and with Bellamy and his group claiming one for themselves, it left some unfortunate people having to sleep in groups of three.

The tents were horrible small, barely even big enough to fit two people, let alone three. Y/N was, at first, one of those people. She had been stuck with two guys, which wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the fact that they were together. Most nights were spent with her pillow pulled tightly over her head, since even though they tried their best to stay quiet, there were enough sounds to keep her up into the late hours of the night.

After a few days on the ground, she had somehow gained the attention of one John Murphy. Y/N doesn't even remember how it happened. One day she could nearly even consider him an acquaintance, just someone she happened to know. The next, he had her pushed up against a tree with his tongue basically down her throat.

Nearly a week later, Murphy had ransacked her tent, bringing all of her stuff to his own. He claimed it was to stop her bitching about her sleepless nights, though the pleasant little smile on his face once all of her stuff was in there proved otherwise.

Now, nearly a month later, Y/N was happier than she thought she could be on Earth, wrapped up in Murphy's arms as he slept behind her. For whatever reason, Y/N couldn't sleep, too much energy running through her veins despite her fairly lax day. It didn't help that Murphy would make the odd noise in his sleep, moving against her enough to wake her every time she was falling asleep.

Again he moves behind her, making a noise in the back of his throat. Unlike all the other times he had moved, this time, he kept going. Now fully awake, Y/N feels heat flooding her face as his movements become more insistent, obvious thrusts instead of the occasional shift.

Moans fill the small tent, flustering Y/N even further as she stuffs her face into her pillow. His erection grinds against her ass, his arm tightening around her when she tries to move away.

"Murphy," Y/N whispers, turning over her shoulder to try and see him in the dark. When he doesn't react, she calls his name, louder this time, while tugging at the arm wrapped around her.

He grumbles behind her, touching his head into her neck as he slowly wakes up, hips coming to a stop. It takes a second to collect himself, but when he does, he quickly realises why he was woken up, shifting away from her with a muffled apology.

"It's fine," Y/N turns over, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw before kissing him quickly on his lips, "Do you want some help?"

"If you want," He mumbles, hips stuttering up when he feels Y/N's hands trail down his chest to his boxers. She pushes them down just enough to free his cock, wrapping her hand around him right away. Propping herself up on her other arm, Y/N sets a lazy pace, too tired to really move that much. Thought by Murphy's ragged breathing and insistent thrusts into her hand, he was close before he was woken up.

Murphy drops his head against her shoulder, thrusting up into her hand when he got too impatient with how slow Y/N was going. Y/N resists the urge to laugh as she keeps up with him, hand tightening slightly. She tucks her head down to suck a bruise into his skin, teeth digging in just enough to get a deep moan from Murphy.

His hips falter slightly, and Y/N quickly sits up, rolling Murphy onto his back as she does. She quickly takes him into her mouth, hand still working him at his base as she takes him into her mouth just in time for him to come.

Y/N keeps her mouth there until he's spent, breathing heavily above her as he comes down from his high. Wanting to get back at him for waking her up, she moves her hand again, pulling away to watch his face morph as she overworks his cock.

"You keep that up and you won't be going to sleep for the night, and it's your shift on the wall tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Y/N says, giving one last, tight pull of her hand before pulling away completely. She lowers herself to rest on his chest, sighing contently as his arms wrap tightly around her. Murphy falls back to sleep almost immediately, arms loosening just enough for Y/N to lean away from him and to her water.

Taking a big gulp, she finally finds herself growing tired, tossing the now closed bottle off to the side to snuggle up into Murphy. Closing her heavy eyes, Y/N can finally sleep, now that Murphy was asleep and still.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dressed Up — Diego Hargreeves

WARNINGS: Smut

A/N:  Part 4 of 11 (possibly) of Kinktober! An update on my bullshitery, I now have a WIP page for anyone interested in seeing what I have in the works. It is, unfortunately, a page and not a post, so it wont be a fun or fresh experience for mobile users (my bad). Its linked on my info post if you wanna check it out!

the costume I had in mind is inspired by starlight from the boys, but in black to match Diego's aesthetic more.

Getting Diego to dress up for Halloween was an impossible task.

Since they had been together, Y/N was trying to fix the mess of a childhood that his "father" had raised him in. Celebrating Diego and his siblings' birthday was the easiest to do, getting them all simple gifts and cards, as well as meticulously decorated, though small, cakes for each.

The gifts didn't feel like much to her, since they had lived in such a lavish house growing up, though Y/N didn't feel bad about it when she got home with Diego later that night. He spent hours thanking her once they were safely behind closed doors, and while she enjoyed every second, Y/N couldn't walk properly in the days that followed.

Halloween, however, was a different story entirely. Despite running around town in leather and harnesses, Diego was viciously against the idea of dressing up. Y/N spent days trying to get him to agree, begging and bargaining, only for him to say no every time.

Defeated, Y/N turned to the only other person she could think of. Now, standing in a costume shop with Klaus, and technically Ben, she can't help but feel regret.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Y/N mumbles, twisting her body around again, starting at the way the fabric clung to her body in the mirror inside the changing room. As she turns back to face the mirror, her skirt flares out around her, and Y/N tries in vain to pull it down enough to fully cover her ass.

"This is perfect! One look at you and my dear brother won't say no- can't say no." Klaus says, no doubt getting strange looks from parents as they walked by in the mish-mash of an outfit he was wearing, "Now come out, I wanna see it!"

Y/N slowly pulls back the curtain, arms spread out next to her, "So?"

Klaus is silent, flipping his ridiculous zebra scarf over his shoulder as he studies her. As his gaze settles at her feet, Y/N already knows what's coming.

"Where are the shoes?"

"You know I can't walk in those. I won't be able to take a step out of the changing room."

"Yeah, maybe. But! You won't need to walk when dear old Two sees you. He won't leave your side!"

"But-"

"Do I need to call Alison?" When Y/N simply glares at him in response, he smiles triumphantly, "The shoes, if you may."

Y/N goes back into the changing room in a huff, dropping down heavily onto the bench inside as the curtain swings shut. The boots are long, basically hooked boots, made of a shiny leather like black material.

Not wanting to eat shit the second she tries to walk in them, Y/N took the time to tightly lace up the side of the boots. Once the boots are laced tight enough that her feet don't wobble, Y/N slowly turns in front of the mirror.

"Damn, they really do make the outfit come together," Knowing she was going to get the biggest 'I told you so' ever, Y/N contemplated just taking them off and saying they don't fit. 

"Hurry up! At this rate, another apocalypse will start before we even get home," Kalus yelps in pain, having probably been hit by Ben, "What? With our luck, you know it's true."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Y/N slowly pushes they curtain open, doing a small spin at Klaus's request.

"Well?"

"You were right..." Y/N mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I cant hear you." He sings, a wide smile on his face when he sees the growing agitation.

"I said you were right!"

"Danke," Klaus jumps up from his seat, smiling to his left where Ben probably standing, no doubt looking bored as hell, "Now, lets get going, we don't want you to be late to the party now would we?"

"Are you really going to go to that stupid party?" Diego calls, lounging back on the bed as he scrolls through Netflix. Y/N was in the bathroom, meticulously applying her makeup in the mirror, the entire counter top covered in various products.

"It'll be fun! I haven't gone out like thins in a long time, plus, all your sibling will be there."

"An even better reason not to go," He mumbles, and Y/N holds back a laugh, keeping her face as still as possible as she applies the finishing touch to her makeup, gliding the deep red lipstick across her lips.

"Well, are you nearly done," He says, sounds far closer to the door than he was before, "Cuz I need to take a piss-"

Y/N looks at the door in the reflection of the mirror, face warming at Diego's obvious leering. Straightening up, Y/N smooths her hands over the skirt, falling into a cheesy superhero pose. He doesn't even bat an eye at the ridiculous display, eyes travelling down her body.

"How do I look?" Y/N does a quick spin, heels clicking against the ground as she does. The skirt blows up slightly, giving Diego a glimpse of the lacy black panties she has on underneath. She stops the spin facing him, smiling up at him while she waits for his response.

Diego, however, doesn't say anything. Taking a large step to close the distance, his hands reach out to ghost over her waist. His rough fingers slide against the smooth fabric, moving around to press into the small of her back.

"There is no way I'm letting you out of the house looking like that," Diego mutters, leaning down to mouth at her neck. He sucks a mark into her skin, tough smoothing over the abused area before pulling away to take a look at her face.

"Looking like what?" Y/N loops her arms over his shoulder, pulling him tightly against her. Her hands slide up the back of his neck into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp lightly. Diego shiver at the touch, dipping close enough to brush their noses together.

"Looking like every guys wet dream," He whispers, dipping down to close the small distance between them. Y/N can feel he lipstick smeared across their faces with his aggressive kiss, meeting his tongue halfway when it pushes past her lips. 

Diego pushes into her until shes backed up into the counter, lower back digging into the side of it uncomfortably. His hands drop down to her legs, wrapping underneath to heft her onto the counter top, makeup being pushed into the sink.

"God, look at you," Diego pulls away, dark red lipstick smeared across his face. Y/N wipes at it with her thumb, though she spreads it around more than she takes it off. His hands travel up her legs to toy with her lacy panties, pulling at them teasingly, "You're even wearing my favourite pair."

Pressing a finger against her clit through the underwear, Diego uses his other hand to push down his sweats enough to free his aching cock. He presses back into her for another kiss, licking into her mouth immediately. His hand not between her legs rest on the counter behind her, using it for leverage as Diego leans further into the kiss.

Y/N pushes her hands up the front of Diego's shirt, letting them guide over taut muscle as she pushes the shirt up and over his head. Once it's off and thrown to the side, Y/N moves to do the same with hers, though Diego's hands quickly shoot out to stop her.

"Leave it on," He mumbles, moving back to her neck to smear lipstick across it as he sucks bruises into her skin. Shooting a quick thanks to Klaus in her head, Y/N cup his face in her hands, directing him back up for a slow, lingering kiss.

"You better give me a good reason for being late to the party, Hargreeves," Y/N breaths, dipping her head down to suck her own marks into his skin.

"If I have it my way, you wont be going to that party at all."

Y/N hums against his skin, one handing moving to tangle into his hair while the other wraps around his cock, "Well, you better get to work then, huh?"

The smirk that graces his lips is dark and sultry, and Y/N feels herself shiver in anticipation. Diego drags her to the edge of the counter so that her ass was nearly on it, flipping the skirt up to reveal her soaked through panties. 

Pushing them to the side, he easily slips into her, both letting out strung out moans as he slowly bottoms out. 

"You good there?" Diego pulls back slightly, looking down to where they meet with a deep groan.

Y/N slides back slightly, bracing her hands on the smooth counter with a shaky breath, "Yeah, yeah I'm good."

"Good," Diego says, grinding against her with a teasing smirk before he pulls out slowly, thrusting back in even slower, if possible. 

He keeps up the tortuously slow pace for a while, watching Y/N chest heave as her hips moving against him on their own accord. Just as Y/N is about to beg for more, he snaps his hips into her, hitting deep as he grinds against her again.

"More, please," Y/N moans, hands abandoning the counter to wrap around his shoulders again, knowing that he was strong enough to keep her up.

Giving her one last teasing grind, Diego slowly pulls out once more, only to set into a nearly bruising pace, pushing and pulling her along the counter with every thrust. The bathroom heats up to an uncomfortable level, skin starting to slick along their skin as they get more worked up, closer and closer to release. 

One particularly hard thrust sends Y/N back and into the sink with a squeal, head nearly hitting the mirror behind her. Thankfully Diego is fast enough, yanking her forward before she could make contact.

"Fuck," He pants, pressing the side of his face into her hair, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just back up a bit will you?" She gets a questioning look in response, but he does what she asks, dick glistening when he pulls out of her and takes a step back.

Pushing herself off the counter and onto the ground with a click of her heels, Y/N turns around to lean over the counter, looking over her shoulder to Diego. He's staring down at her ass, barely covered by the tiny skirt. He runs his hand up the back of her leg, palming her ass with one large hand.

"This better?" Y/N asks, though, by the dark look in his eyes, she already knew the answer.

"You might just kill me, bent over like this," His voice is rough, eyes taking her bent form in as he dips a hand between her legs, pressing his fingers into her briefly. She squirms at the tough, thrusting back into them to take them as deep as possible.

They're taken away to be replaced by his cock, and Diego doesn't waste a second to resume the same bruising pace, living Y/N onto the tips of her toes with the force of it. 

Her head falls limp, hanging low between her shoulders as she feebly tries to match his thrusts. His hands roam up her sides over the dress, gripping hard at her waist as he continues to pound into her.

"Close, please," Y/N cries, hands curled into fists on the counter. Diego drops his left hand between her legs, fingers swirling over her clit with practised precision, sending Y/N over the edge with a choked off moan that sits high in her throat.

His pace stutters slightly as she clenches around him, though he keeps up the bruising pace as he chases his high. He comes with a drawn-out moan, bottoming inside of her as he does. 

They stay there for a moment, breathing heavily in the small room. When strength finally comes back to her limbs, Y/N lifts her head to took at Diego behind her, but stops when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her lipstick had smeared everywhere, mascara smudged under her blissed-out eyes.

"Look at how fucked out you are," Diego mutters, having taken in her appearance as well. He cups his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up to press a deep kiss to her lips, the movement causing him to grind up against where he was still inside of her.

"I look like a mess."

"A hot mess," He counters, earning an elbow to the side in response. He laughs, pulling her body up, so her back was pressed against his chest, "Why don't we get you cleaned up, hmm?'

"We both know that if I let you in that shower with me, it wont be to clean up."

"Is that a no?" Diego says, a hand slipping behind Y/N to grab onto the zipper. He watches her with a knowing smile as she chews on her lip, slowly dragging the zipper down.

"...No."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MIRROR + MARKING — D.Hargreeves

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I’m so upset rn, I accidentally opened the editor of this post on my phone and deleted the entire fucking story when I saved it. Tumblr WTF??? Here’s the story back again, sorry about that guys...

Y/N never really noticed the placement of her mirror before.

Sure, she used it every day when she got ready in the morning, so she knew where it was. It was part of her armoire, a plain white thing that Y/N had in her room for as long as she could remember. It faced the foot of her bed, and while the shitty oval mirror was too small to capture her fully when standing in front of it, it was just wide enough to capture the entirety of her bed.

Many days were spent in front of the mirror, especially after Diego first walked into the diner she worked in. Time before work was spent dolling herself up, wanting to catch the surly man's eye on the odd chance that he would show up. During her early morning shifts was when Y/N saw him the most, looking worse for wear, a grim look plastered on his face.

Whenever he would come in on those mornings, Y/N always tried her best to brighten his night. Mostly it was just arranging his food into faces or making shitty art in his coffee. Eventually, after days of trying and seemingly failing to lessen the weight on his shoulders, she was able to crack a smile from him. It was bearly there, and if she had blinked, she would have missed it, but it was there, and it made Y/N happier than she thought possible. After that, he was a little less hostile when he came in, even making his own small talk from time to time, making Y/N's lonely mornings just a bit better.

Eventually, Diego warmed up to her enough to offer her his name, all smiles when he came in that day, the complete opposite to his normal brooding self. The dinner was empty that morning, like every other before it, just the two of them. The sun was just barely over the horizon, the sky still mostly dark when he invited her to sit with him. They talked until the sun was up, and the first customers of the day came in.

Y/N had to sadly leave Diego to tend to the elderly couple that came in every morning at 7 am sharp, brewing their morning coffee and giving them each a donut with a smile. When Y/N turns back to Diego's table her smile drops, the man nowhere in sight. Y/N feels a pit open in her stomach, though she pushes it aside when the older woman calls for her.

A few minutes later, when Y/N has the time to clear off Diego's table, she finds a napkin with his name and number scrawled across it. Y/N stares down at the little napkin till the bell over the dings, a wide smile on her face as she tucks it into her pocket.

Their dates were usually after Y/N's shifts at the dinner, typically at one of their places for a movie and take-out, since Y/N was tired from running around all morning and Diego with his 'night job.'

That was where they were now, perched on Y/N's bed with the TV playing across the room. Y/N was sitting with her back pressed up against Diego's chest, his legs bracketing her on either side. They were watching an old slasher movie, though Y/N wasn't paying too much attention to which one it was since they had watched them all so many times before.

Instead, she was distracted by the mirror sitting just to the right of the TV, showing the two of them in plain view.

Once Diego got comfortable around Y/N, she was surprised to find he was affectionate, always trying to have his hands on her in some way. It wasn't even sexual most of the time, hand-holding hers or placed on the small of her back.

Diego's touching got more adventurous when they were alone, like now, fingers dancing across the skin of her thigh slowly, the light touch sending shivers down Y/N's spine. His calloused hand travelled around her thigh, moving down to just above her knee, dragging it back up to trace the edge of her shorts absently, before continuing the pattern over again. The touch was so simple, but the affectionate, tender way he did it had her worked up in seconds.

His other arm was wrapped around her waist, blessedly still. The barely-there touches on her thigh were already starting to do her in, body heating with every brush of skin. Diego, however, stays none the wiser, watching the movie attentively even though he probably knew the whole thing by heart.

On Diego's next pass up her thigh, his hands trail inward, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. It's a brief touch, but it's enough to make Y/N feel hot all over. Y/N lets her legs fall open slightly, causing his hand to dip further in as it drags up to the hem of her shorts. Her eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching his hand as it roams her body.

His fingers bump up against her as he messes with her shorts, the brief touch turning her on more than it should. Her eyes flick back over to the TV to try and distract herself, but her eyes stray to the mirror, watching herself squirm as she becomes more and more flustered.

Taking in a stuttering breath, Y/N turns to her right so that she can tuck her burning face into Diego's neck. For a moment, Diego doesn't react to her, just continues smoothing his hand up and down her thigh. Then his hand leaves her, quickly pausing the movie before moving up to card his fingers through her hair.

"Hey, what's up?" Diego says, turning his attention away from the TV and to the top of Y/N's head. When he doesn't get a response, he leans back as far as he can manage with all the pillows surrounding him, hand dropping from her hair to cup her cheek instead, tilting it up to get a better look at Y/N, "Your face feels hot."

"That's your fault," Y/N mutters, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

"Me? What did I do?" When he doesn't get a response, he gently tilts her head up further, and Y/N feels guilty when she sees how confused and concerned he is. "Y/N?"

"Your hands," Y/N mumbles, glancing down at the arm still wrapped around her waist. She didn't notice until now, but with his other hand not roaming, that one was now tracing shapes along her waist.

"My hands?" Diego looks at her, confused, hand now falling still on the swell of her hip.

"Yeah, they uhm," Y/N looks away again, eyes finding their way back to the mirror against her will, "they feel nice."

Y/N punctuates her mumbled statement by adjusting slightly, squeezing her legs together to relieve the ache that had settled between them. Diego's eyes quickly catch the movement, face lighting up in recognition almost instantly.

Diego lets go of Y/N's face to place his hand back on her thigh, pushing it between the two to rub the side of his hand against the slowly growing wet spot on her shorts. The touch instantly has Y/N loosening up, turning so that her back was once again resting against his chest, giving her enough room to let her legs fall open.

With his right hand occupied with the growing wet spot between Y/N's legs, Diego's left-hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, dancing up over her stomach to palm at her chest. He lets out a groan when he hits skin instead of a bra, fingers instantly squeezing into her breast. Y/N squirms at the feeling, arching her chest up to push into the touch.

"Shit," Diego mutters, dipping his head down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N's neck. He sucks at the skin, and Y/N relishes in the small sting of pain as he continues to rub at her clothed cunt, "You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. Please," Diego nods against the side of her head, hands abandoning her to pop open the buttons on her shorts. The second they're open, he sticks his right hand down the front of her panties, curling his fingers into her cunt to collect the wetness there, drawing them up to her clit.

"God, you don't know what you've been doing to me, sitting up against me like this," Diego mutters, dipping his head down to suck another bruise into her skin. His left arm drapes across her stomach, loosely keeping her in place when she starts to roll her hips into his fingers.

"I mean," Y/N cuts herself off with a gasp, head rolling to the side to give Diego more room, "I think I can feel it, unless that's another one of your knifes?"

"It might be a little bit of both," Diego says, pressing his teasing smile into the side of her neck. With a huff, Y/N lightly slaps the side of Diego's leg, earning a playful bite to the tender skin of her neck in response. The sharp sting of pain rips a startled, high pitched whine from the back of her throat, body jumping in surprise and rubbing up against the growing erection behind her.

"Of course it is," Y/N mutters, pushing her shorts and underwear down her legs to give him more access to her. With nothing redistricting Diego's hands, his fingers can move freely along her clit, cutting off the rest of her sentence with a drawn-out moan.

Diego laughs silently against her neck, puffs of air dancing along her spit slick skin. His fingers are firm but light as they trace shapes onto her clit, arm tightening around Y/N when she tries to thrust up into his fingers. Diego sucks another mark into her skin, teeth grazing along the mark as his fingers quicken just slightly, hips unconsciously thrusting into the small of Y/N's back as he does so.

Y/N finds herself lost in the mirror, admiring the way she looks wrapped up in his body. His thick arm flexes when Y/N tries to thrust up into his fingers again, fingers digging into her him. When he's satisfied she won't move again, he moves his hand away from her waist to instead palm at her chest again. She watches the shape of his hand as he groped her, the shirt tenting around his hand as it roamed. Her own hands fall to the sheets below her, clutching onto the fabric tightly as she wills her hips still.

When Diego sucks a particularly hard mark into her neck, Y/N flicks her eyes up to watch him in the reflection, surprised to find him already doing the same to her. She feels his smirk against her neck before she sees it in the mirror, fingers between her legs applying just enough pressure to have her hips rolling up into them with a choked off moan.

Diego closes his eyes as he gets lost in the action, thrusting harder against the small of Y/N's back when he pulls another moan from her. He drops his hand from her breast, wrapping it around the underside of her leg to easily slide two fingers into her.

"Fucking Christ Y/N," Diego groans, looking down the expanse of Y/N's body to his hand between her legs. Y/N tears her eyes away from the mirror to look down at herself, watching as her hips unconsciously thrust down onto Diego's fingers.

The combined feeling of both of his hands has Y/N in a daze, mirror now forgotten as she lets her head fall back against Diego's shoulder, eyes closed in bliss.

"Please," Y/N whines, desperately rolling her hips to try and get more friction from the fingers thrusting slowly in her, "close."

Despite all of Y/N's squirming, Diego is still able to keep a steady pace between both of his hands. Combined with Diego shallowly thrusting to the small of her back, low groans pressed to her neck, Y/N's shaking and clenching around his fingers as she cums.

Diego pulls his fingers from in her to hold her legs open, wet fingers slipping up her leg slightly, the fingers on her clit still rubbing at a steady, slow pace. Y/N quickly covers his hand with her own, forcing him to stop moving as the touch becomes just shy of too much.

With his hands now still on her body, Y/N can better take in her surroundings as she calms down. Or, more specifically, the wet spot she feels seeping through the back of her shirt.

"I just washed this shirt Diego," Y/N whines, turning around to look up at his red face. Diego ducks his head down away from her, tucking his burning hot face into Y/N's neck, "I have some sweatpants that should fit you, if you wanna change."

Y/N places her hand on his chest, the palm of her hand resting against the thundering beat of his heart. With a broad grin, Y/N presses up to litter his jaw in kisses.

"Now hurry up," Y/N says, looking over to see that her TV had gone into screen saver mode, "I wanna finish this movie before Klaus or Five show up."

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°.● FEAR STREET

tommy

°.● MARVEL

scott — eddie — piertro — yelena — sergei

°.●  DUNE

feyd rautha

°.● SCREAM

ethan — chad

°.●  TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME

johnny

°.●  BALDUR'S GATE 3

karlach — gale — rolan

°.● HOUSE OF WAX

bo sinclair

°.●  TRIPLE FRONTIER

ben miller

°.●  OVERWATCH

ramattra

°.●  STRANGER THINGS

steve — robin

°.●  A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET

quentin

°.● RESIDENT EVIL

piers

°.●  THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

diego

°.● SUPERMASSIVE GAMES

little hope

°.●  THE 100

murphy

°.● WEDNESDAY

xavier

°.●  TWILIGHT ✗

embry — paul — seth

°.●  MISS PEREGRINE'S CHILDREN ✗

enoch

°.●  OTHER

star trek

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