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magicalbats · 23 days

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Situational Awareness (Dan Heng x reader)

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 10,928

Warnings: afab!reader, some gendered language, shower sex, intercrural sex, thigh fucking

A/N: I've been working here and there on a few different projects (including my long overdue Kinktober pieces, worry not!) but in terms of standalone fics I figured this one was done so I may as well post it. Am I doing so at six in the morning when no one is awake to see it? Absolutely. lol I'm not a plumber so please don't come at me about the shoddy pipe excuse btw, haha

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The unmistakable evidence of all your fooling around is laying across the floor in the form of hastily dropped, rumpled towels. They’d hit the ground in a disarranged heap after the fall, but were still clean as far as you could tell. Not that you could really ask for more on the off chance that they weren’t considering the fright you’d just given the staff but …

Hanging your head, you make the conscious effort to draw a deep, calming breath and come down from the strange high you’d slipped into. You were sweating rather profusely, you’re a bit surprised to find. What had gotten into you? Hotel devils? Surely that was about as absurd as someone climbing into an oddly inviting but no less strange closet as if they’d been personally summoned into its dark depths by some higher force, and yet that was exactly what you’d done. There must have been something seriously wrong with you.

Perhaps it was the Stellaron inside your body causing problems with the electrical signals in its flesh and blood prison. Or maybe you’d hit your head somewhere along the way and the side effects were only now starting to manifest themselves. Your bet was on the tail end of that showdown with the Doomsday Beast back on the space station.

Either way, you desperately needed to get it together.

Straightening up, you send a wary look at the closet in question. Its doors were still thrust open from where you’d leaped out of its (frustratingly inviting) maw some moments ago and there was no denying the faint tug of invitation you could feel trying to coax you back inside but you refused to heed its call. This wasn’t the time or even really the place. You’d let it get the better of you once and that was already more than enough.

“Relax.” You remind yourself as you inch closer to the closet. Resolutely, you reach out and shut the doors. The compulsion slowly fades to nothing and you’re once again left to your own devices. It comes as a great relief.

A harried sigh escapes you as you bend to retrieve the fallen towels next. Perhaps you should leave a note of apology out for the staff. Who knows what they were saying about you right now, the strange girl who likes to hide in closets and scare the living daylights out of unsuspecting workers. On second thought, though, maybe you should just pretend like nothing at all had even transpired here today. Admitting to your own strange behavior in writing would rob you of any plausible deniability, wouldn’t it?

Turning that over in your head, you carry the small bundle of towels into the attached bathroom. Set them down on the sink and almost walk right back out before realizing that you should probably take a shower before bed. Not only were you covered in a fine sheen of perspiration from your time spent getting all worked up inside the closet but you were also freezing. You hadn’t noticed it when you were still running hot on adrenaline and nerves, but now you were gradually starting to shiver.

Just how long had you been crouched inside the cramped dark like that? You really had no idea, as if that part of your memory were an empty cavernous void. It could have been only a few short minutes for all you could tell, or it could have been an eternity. It was impossible to say.

Pivoting, you reach over the tub and wrench the faucet on. The modestly sized room is instantly consumed by the sound of running water as you step back to shrug out of your jacket and take off your gloves. A moment later you test the temperature with your fingers only to snatch them back with a hiss when you find it still ice cold. That certainly wasn’t going to do.

In total you spend about twenty minutes fiddling with the steel knobs, trying them in this and then that position to no avail. No matter what you did the water never seemed to get any warmer, finally leaving you with no choice but to simply turn the damn thing off. You almost give up right then and there. In fact, you consider it very, very hard.

But what ultimately stops you from crawling into bed with nary another thought to the matter is the shuddering chill that’s fallen over you without any of the fast pumping excitement to keep it at bay. You weren’t just cold in the way curling up with a thick blanket could help with. It felt like you were right on the verge of slipping into hypothermia. The thought of laying awake all night shivering nonstop did not sound like the best start to this Trailblaze expedition so you decide to try your luck next door with March.

She opens up on the third knock, wearing her blue bunny pj’s.

“What are you doing out here at this time of night? I thought you were room service or something!”

“Sorry.” You offer her a weak smile, fighting to stop your teeth from loudly clattering. “I think there’s something wrong with the tub in my room. All I can get to come out is cold water.”

March’s brows take an expeditious trip up to her hairline. “No way, you’re having problems too? I thought it was just me but I didn’t want to be a negative Nelly about it!”

Her arm lashes out like a striking serpent, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you inside.

The door bangs shut with a certain amount of indignation as she turns to look at you, worry flashing across her expression when she takes in the faint shudder making your shoulders bunch up. Standing this close to her, you can see that her hair is damp.

“Were you able to take a shower?”

“Not a very good one! The hot water only lasted for about fifteen minutes before it started to come out freezing cold!” Huffing, she crosses her arms over her chest. “This place sure does look fancy but I’m so not impressed. What kind of operation do they think they’re running here, huh? Belobog is way too cold for them not to have working hot water tanks!”

You consider that for a brief moment. “Maybe that’s the problem? If a bunch of people are trying to bathe at the same time and using up all the hot water - -“

“Then they should’ve thought of that before they opened up a hotel! I mean, come on. That’s just common sense, right? And more importantly what’s up with you? You’ve been shivering non stop since I opened the door.”

Don’t tell her about the closet. Don’t tell her about your exploits inside the closet. Whatever you do, do not tell her about that damned closet.

“I think the chill is just starting to catch up with me.” You tell her, cool as … erm, ice. “I didn’t notice it too much at first but now I can’t stop shaking. I’d really like to take a hot shower.”

“I bet.” She murmurs. Then, with more enthusiasm, “Come on, let’s see if mine wants to work!”

Taking your hand in hers, March guides you over to her attached bathroom where she flips on the overhead lights. You’re impressed to find it’s an almost identical copy of yours, just mirrored. Actually, they looked like they were directly adjacent to one another and situated along the same wall. But would that in turn mean … they were sharing the same series of pipes? No, that couldn’t be. Such an obvious structural design flaw would have surely raised some questions, wouldn’t it?

Your attention thoughtfully drifts towards March as she bends over the side of the tub and smacks the faucet on. A familiar sense of deja vu comes over you when the gurgling sound of running water rushes in to dominate the air but she doesn’t seem to pay it much mind so neither do you. A few seconds pass before she tests the water, clicks her tongue in annoyance and draws her hand back before trying again just another few seconds later. Truthfully March’s impatience had never been quite so glaring as it is right now.

“Well, isn’t that just ridiculous!” She at last scoffs, evidently deeming the whole endeavor futile and turning the faucet off again. “It wouldn’t be such a big deal if this place wasn’t so cold. How is anyone coming in off the street supposed to get a good night’s rest if they can’t even have a warm shower?”

You ponder that question with the same weight and consideration as the last one she’d posed. “Maybe they don’t get many visitors? Just think about it. How many times have we heard now that Belobog is the ‘last bastion of humanity’? They probably don’t get much in the way of tourism.”

Turning, March pins you with an exceedingly strange look. “I don’t think you’re wrong about that but … wouldn’t that mean they’re mostly just keeping this place running for the sake of it? What a waste of resources.” She gives her head a quick shake. “Wait, that’s not important right now. We need to get you warmed up and safely tucked into bed! Do you want me to go down to the lobby with you to check what’s going on?”

“No, that’s okay.” You quickly wave that off, feeling more than just a little self conscious about causing her any trouble. “It’s already getting late and you need your rest for tomorrow. It wouldn’t make sense to waste so much time helping me with this when you could be sleeping instead.”

“Hey, now. The same goes for all three of us. We’re in this together and you’d better not forget that! I don’t mind lending a hand. We are crewmates after all!

“Thank you, really. But I’m sure I can figure something else out.”

“Fine, if you’re sure … but at least stop by Dan Heng’s room and see if he’s in the same boat as us. If not, maybe he’ll let you use his shower tonight?”

“Oh. That’s a good idea.” Consideringly, you start to turn and March follows hot on your heels as you step back out through the doorway. “He went into the room right across from yours, right? Since they’re on opposite sides, maybe I will have better luck.”

“That’s the spirit! See, you just gotta’ keep your spirits high and everything will work out fine in the end. Isn’t that what they call trusting the process?”

Pausing in front of the door, you pivot to look back at her. “I don’t think that particular saying applies here.”

“Oh, whatever. Just go check in with Dan Heng and if he isn’t having any better luck come grab me again, okay? We’ll go down and talk to the receptionist together if we have to!”

You smile, even though you try very hard not to. “Thanks, March. I really appreciate it.”

Her voice follows after you as you open the door to see yourself out, a cheerful parting of ‘good luck!’ following you out into the hall. Of all the warm welcomes you’d been greeted with upon boarding the Express, hers was easily the warmest of them all. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to properly repay her for that but you were certainly going to try.

Out in the long carpeted corridor, you take a measly three steps to cross over to the opposite side and rap at the heavy wooden door. Dan Heng surprises you slightly when he opens up at the very first knock, almost like he’d been waiting just within.

“Is something the matter?”

The stark difference in your two companions' greetings makes something warm flicker to life inside your chest. You’d only known them and the rest of the Astral Express crew for a short while now but it was very much in line with what was quickly becoming comforting and familiar to you. March had been proactive and eager to know what you were doing while Dan Heng seemed to have concluded that something must be wrong if you were coming to his room like this. It was oddly reassuring, in a way.

“This is probably going to sound like a strange question but have you taken a shower yet?”

A vague look of confusion flashes across his face and then camps there. He was far from the most animated character you’d met on your journey thus far, but there’s no mistaking the look he levels on you now.

“I haven’t quite gotten around to it yet.” He says slowly. “I was just jotting down some observational notes in my phone to input in the database later. Why?”

“I don’t have any proof to back it up but I think March may have taken all my hot water. Our bathrooms are right next to each other.”

Dan Heng’s expression shifts and settles into a perplexed scowl. “Is that why you’re shaking? You’d think a place like this would understand the importance of resource allocation …” Sighing, he steps to the side. “Come in. We can check it together.”

Feeling the pitter patter of hope skip across your ribcage, you step inside with him. He closes the door and turns the lock in place (paranoid or overly cautious?) before leading you over to the bathroom. None of these hotel rooms are particularly big and the two of you are soon crowding around the porcelain tub together.

A steady turn of his wrist has the water gushing out, the same scene playing out for the third time in a row. Except it doesn’t take long at all for steam to start rising up from the faucet this go around and you feel like you could just collapse in relief. He still had hot water. You weren’t going to freeze to death after all.

“There,” He murmurs, straightening to his full height again. “Go ahead and take your shower in here. I’ll be in the other room so just give me a shout if you need anything.”

Dan Heng starts to turn, making your eyes go big and round with surprise. “But what about you? I don’t want to take up all of your hot water.”

“It’s fine. I can just grab one after you're done.”

“No, that won’t work.” You insist, reaching over to smack the faucet back off with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “March said she only had about fifteen minutes before the water started coming out cold. I’m not sure how long ago she took hers but when we checked it was still out of hot water.”

“Hmm,” He appears to hesitate at that, his gaze taking on the thoughtfully introspective look you were starting to recognize as the gears in his head turning. “Could it be that they get so few guests staying here that they just closed off some of the hot water pipes to ensure they don’t keep running? It’s not quite cold enough in the city for them to freeze so I don’t think it would hurt anything …”

“Right?” You lift your brows in emphasis. “If Belobog is the only human settlement on this planet then what’s the point in keeping an entire hotel up and running?”

“That’s a good point and I wondered about it as well. Unless this hotel was at one time meant to …” Humming softly under his breath, Dan Heng gives his head a slow shake. “No, there isn’t any point in speculating on that right now. We don’t have enough information to start making inferences. Figuring out what we’re going to do about the current problem should be our priority.”

A quiet beat passes, loud in the absence of running water.

“We could always shower together.”

Dan Heng’s head doesn’t so much as move even a fraction of an inch but his gaze snaps up at you lightning fast. The sharp intensity in his eyes immediately makes you regret saying it. Were you being weird again, despite the absence of the closet to facilitate or otherwise encourage your odd behavior? Or was it really the Stellaron mixing up the radio signals in your brain? You weren’t sure what you would do if you managed to scare him off the same way you’d sent the hotel staff running and screaming.

“Or,” He intones at length. “We could go down to the reception desk and ask them to look into it for us.”

“March said the same thing.”

“But?”

You breathe out a quick huff through your nose. “But that sounds like it might take a while. We’d have to explain what’s going on, have someone come take a look at it and then they’d try to fix it. We already agreed that we’ll have a busy day tomorrow so I don’t want to cause any trouble for either of you. Not if I can help it. This would be the faster solution, right?”

To his credit, Dan Heng’s expression softens in as much as it ever does. Which admittedly isn’t a whole lot, but it’s enough to be noticeable. “You aren’t causing problems for us. Don’t even give it another thought and, please, don’t ever let March hear you say that. I don’t doubt she’d take it upon herself to personally show you just how untrue that really is. That being said though, I can understand the reasoning. Doing it that way would be quicker.”

“But?” You volley it right back at him.

“There’s not actually a ‘but’ here. If you’re sure about it then I suppose I don’t mind going about it this way either. It would certainly get both of us into bed far quicker than any other alternative.”

You don’t exactly understand the eager thump your heart gives at his acquiescence but you allow yourself to smile up at him when the urge suddenly strikes you full force. “Then it’s settled?”

A curt nod. “Yes, although I do hope you actually know what it is we’ve just agreed to. If you change your mind at any point don’t hesitate to tell me and I’ll get right out.”

“Don’t be silly.” You assure him, reaching for the hem of your loose fitted shirt. “I'd never kick you out like that, Dan Heng. Both of us deserve to go to bed nice and warm, and clean.”

He starts to open his mouth — to say what, you’re not sure, because it catches in his throat when you unceremoniously tug your shirt up over your head in one smooth motion. You lose sight of him for a brief moment through the soft knit cotton and by the time you get it pulled completely off he’s pointedly looking elsewhere. Anywhere but at you.

“Is something wrong?” You quietly venture, a soft note of uncertainty creeping into your voice now.

“No, it’s fine. Just … hurry up and get undressed so we can get this over with.” Decisively turning his back to you, he starts to shrug out of his long jacket. You hesitate, looking from him to the shirt balled up in your hands and then down at your own chest. A mild pang of relief comes over you at finding your plain black sports bra very much where it should have been.

So you hadn’t forgotten to put it on. Good. That could have been rather embarrassing for you.

In the same breath you abruptly realize that you were about to take it off and get naked in the same room with Dan Heng who was already working to get all of his clothes pulled off too. He seemed to understand that well enough. Perhaps even more so than you actually did. So why had he reacted like that when you’d taken off your blouse? Surely it wasn’t all that strange for someone to disrobe in front of another … was it?

Pondering this conundrum, you carefully watch Dan Heng fold and set his garments aside on top of the sink one layer and one deliberate motion at a time. His coat and the bracer worn on his right arm make up the bottom of the pile, followed by the lightweight hip guards worn around his waist along with the belt that secured it all. The second skin of his tight black shirt comes off next, revealing a smooth back that flexes powerfully with the overhead motion he uses to get it peeled away. It doesn’t escape your notice that, through it all, he makes a point of not looking at you. All of his attention remains forward and locked on the task at hand, neither uninhibitedly baring himself at you nor stealing any lingering glances in your direction.

It was almost as if in despite of the shared nudity that was inherent in an arrangement like this, he still wanted to give you your privacy. Or as much of it as one could possibly have when bathing with another person.

Was that what it was then? The root cause of his reaction was … reticence on his part? You hadn’t stopped long enough to consider that or any of the other potential implications that came with it but it seemed Dan Heng very much had. If he was behaving this way then you probably should be too.

With that decided, you turn away from him and mimic his actions of neatly folding your top. You don’t have anywhere else to put it though so you have to make do with setting it on top of the toilet lid. The following silence is surprisingly rife with some unnamed tension, interspersed only by the near constant rustle of clothes being removed. Your boots, socks, skirt and underwear are all soon discarded, and you have to try very hard not to look when you hear him shuffle towards the tub again.

“Ready? I’m going to turn the water back on.”

“Go ahead.”

The spout turns with a soft creak and the faucet roars to life, loudly spewing water into the basin. Same as before, and much to your relief, it only takes a few moments for steam to begin wafting up from the noisy deluge and start creeping into your periphery. He quickly smacks the plunger down to redirect the stream to the shower head and the bathroom is suddenly at least two octaves quieter than it was before. You could hear yourself think again. Thank goodness for that.

Silently, Dan Heng steps in first and you quickly scuttle after him. You weren’t keen on losing out on even a single drop of hot water but your refusal to look up from the floor makes actually getting into the shower a bit of an awkward process. You have to feel around with your foot to figure out how close you are and your big toe hits the side of the porcelain a bit too hard, making you hiss through your teeth. Quickly shaking it off though, you lift your leg and blindly step over the rim.

Only to slip when you come down wrong on the other side, the slick surface ripping you off balance with a gut wrenching lurch. You collapse forward, arms flailing, but Dan Heng is quick to grab hold of you before you can hit the floor. Once all I said done, the only thing you’ve succeeded in doing is smacking your knee into the wall.

“Owww …”

“What in the world do you think you’re doing? You could have seriously hurt yourself or broken your neck.” He snaps at you, his tone still as mild as it ever is but there’s no mistaking the sharp bite of reprimand lurking just below the surface. You feel vaguely like a troublesome toddler he’s been tasked with babysitting as he hauls you further into the safety of the tub before reaching up to pull the screen closed with a sound click of his tongue. “I was wondering what was taking you so long to get in but I didn’t expect you to jump without even looking first.”

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, still trying to keep your eyes averted as you carefully work to get your feet situated under you. “I just — I didn’t want to invade your privacy.”

“My privacy?” He echos you, incredulous. “You should have considered that before you suggested us taking a shower together. It’s a little late for it, don’t you think?”

Cautiously slow, you bring your hands up to brace them across his damp chest and gently push. Dan Heng’s hold on you hesitates and then relaxes, letting you pull free so you can take a step back. That his fingers linger at your forearms as if to steady you, or perhaps catch you should you slip and fall again, does not escape your notice, but you decide not to comment on that just yet. Or maybe ever, depending on how the next few minutes played out.

“Sorry.” It’s all you can think to say now.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. While I do appreciate the consideration, there’s no getting around the fact we’re going to see each other naked in a situation like this. It’s okay to look.”

“But?” You whisper into the steady stream of water coming down at his back.

“No ‘but’s. I’d much rather you look than hurt yourself.” His hands shift, adjusting to loosely grasp your elbows. When he gently tugs you in closer to him, you acquiesce without a fuss. You hadn’t noticed how big they were until now and that makes for an unexpectedly convincing argument to encourage your compliance. “Here, get under the shower head. We should make sure you warm up enough before we run out of hot water.”

You can’t exactly argue with that when the rising steam only seems to further highlight just how chilled your skin actually is so you let him get you spun around, trading spots. The steady, hammering rush of warmth hits you all at once as you’re directed into the spray and a violent shudder instantly races up your spine. Whimpering softly, you curl in on yourself as you bring your arms up to wrap them around your upper body. The resulting nudge against painfully hard nipples almost steals the air from your lungs but if Dan Heng notices the way you subtly jolt at the contact he doesn’t show it.

Evidently oblivious, he reaches up to almost casually palm the top of your head. At first you think he’s merely petting you in an uncharacteristic show of doting affection but you quickly realize he’s helping to work the water into your hair, ensuring it’s thoroughly sodden. Still uncharacteristic, or perhaps unprecedented was the better word, but decidedly nice.

Very nice, actually.

“I didn’t take you for the shy sort.” He eventually murmurs, more to himself than to you. No way were you about to pretend you hadn’t heard him though.

“Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

“Me?” His blunt fingers pause in your hair. You can feel him peering down at you through the steamy gloom that encompasses the cramped tub but you were still hesitant to lift your eyes and look. There was no telling what you might accidentally catch a glimpse of.

You really had no idea, truth be told, but given his earlier reaction it seemed like one’s body wasn’t meant to be ogled or stared at. He’d looked away from you for a reason. It only seemed fair if you gave him the same courtesy.

A terse, silent moment passes.

Evidently realizing he wouldn’t be getting any further explanation, Dan Heng exhales a quiet sigh into the thickened air before directing his hands down to your shoulders. “Turn around. I’ll wash your hair for you.”

Not only did that sound like a rare, once in a blue moon offer you were sure to never hear again, it also seemed way safer than facing him the whole time. You were already having trouble keeping your eyes from wandering from the single strip of his bare arm you’d settled on, having had no other choice when you were standing so close to each other.

So you gratefully pivot, giving him your back. Your shoulders start to relax from their defensive hunch now that the warm water is running down your front and slowly seeping into your skin. It seems to feed into the internal temperature of your core as he shifts behind you, reaching around for something out of sight. The next time his hands come up to touch your hair, it’s with a healthy dollop of shampoo coating his palms and fingers.

A soft sigh of contentment slips out of you as he starts to work it into a nice lather over your scalp, keeping your neck tipped back so he could still work without having to deny yourself the comfort of the shower head. He’s as diligent with this as he is everything else, yet so incredibly gentle about it that you almost start to doze right there on your feet. It felt beyond good. It was amazing.

“Gotta’ say I didn’t expect this Trailblaze mission to turn out like this.” He says at length, just when you’re starting to really drift off to la-la land.

Blinking yourself awake, you fix your attention on the ceiling. “Neither did I.”

“And to think, it’s only just started. You’ll have to forgive me if being I’m too rough by the way. I don’t often groom anyone else’s hair besides my own.”

“No, it’s perfect.”

He huffs a quiet laugh but refrains from saying anything further until another minute or two has gone by, and a nice, thick lather has accumulated over the circumference of your skull. “There, that should do it. Turn around again but keep your head tipped back so you don’t get suds in your eyes.”

Obediently, you move to spin around but you seem to have forgotten something rather important in your drowsy state. Namely your close proximity to one another, how very near you were standing to him. But it’s too late by the time you realize your mistake though, and your tits wetly swipe across the lower half of his chest with a sharp burst of fleshy friction. Both of you draw a quick inhale in near perfect unison at the contact and your eyes pop open where they’d started to slide shut again, suddenly wide awake.

For the first time since you’d stepped foot inside the shower, you find yourself looking directly up at Dan Heng. His startled expression must surely mirror yours because for a long time the two of you just stare at one another in mute silence. You aren’t sure what to make of this. Not the situation itself or the twisting knot low in your gut.

You think you should probably take a step back and put some much needed space between the two of you but you don’t get the chance. Unable (or perhaps unwilling?) to find the presence of mind to make your legs move before he reaches up to touch your hair again, you soon find yourself trapped between his arms. He’s got you caged in like this while he dutifully scrubs the shampoo away, evidently too committed to the task at hand to stand down even when a distant note of unmistakable fluster has settled across his normally stoic expression.

And as if Pandora’s Box had been effectively ripped open, like you couldn’t stop yourself now that you’d already looked once, your eyes start to wander. You take in his usually fluffy hair, now waterlogged and heavy across his brow, and the concentrated set of his mouth. Glancing lower, you can make out how well defined his chest and arms are, much more packed with muscle than one would expect from someone who, according to March, spent so much of his time in the databank room aboard the Express. You’d already seen him in action a handful of times though so it doesn’t exactly come as a surprise. He was strong and his firm physique showed that. And even lower than that …

Your eyes widen at the sight of your breasts squished up against him. No wonder you’d felt that brush of skin on skin in such stunning high definition, even for as brief as it had been. What strikes you more than anything though is how soft and pliable your flesh looks shoved up against his. Where Dan Heng was hard with muscle and unrelenting, your chest was soft and invitingly malleable. A distant part of you innately understood that this was the physical difference between man and woman, the biological indicators of sex. It sparks something in the back of your mind and you fumble to grab hold of it, to comprehend what it means.

Your frantic internal grasping is interrupted when Dan Heng roughly clears his throat, prompting you to snap your attention up with a little jolt.

“Just what are you looking at?”

“N - nothing.” You stammer, suddenly embarrassed. You’re not entirely sure why you should feel hot with shame and something else you can’t quite put your finger on but there’s no denying it’s there. You couldn’t tell if you were about to wilt and wither, or bonelessly melt into him.

“I think I may have to take back what I said earlier.” He grumbles. “It might be preferable if you don’t look.”

“Wha - -“

You feel it then. A soft nudge against your lower belly that sends your heartbeat lurching into overdrive and your legs instantly turn limp like overcooked noodles. It’s an entirely instinctive reaction, one you don’t understand anymore than all of the other confusing happenings that have taken place in this hotel bathroom, but when you try to pull away to get a look at what’s tickling your bellybutton, he just clutches at you tighter to keep you in place.

“Please,” His voice is barely more than a hoarse whisper as he bends his head close, wincing even while he presses his damp forehead against yours. “Don’t move. Just … stay there until it goes away.”

His expression is wretched. Dark brows knitted to create a deep wrinkle between them, his eyes so pinched you could barely see the dull blue of his irises through thick lashes. It almost scares you. Almost makes you second guess the wisdom in sharing a shower with someone else. No, that wasn’t quite right.

It was a man you were bathing with and you were … a woman. That was what made this dangerous and ill advised. That was why he’d reacted the way he had at the start of all this. Oh, how terribly you had miscalculated the full scope of the situation.

It’s a struggle to swallow down your jittery nerves and find your voice but you finally manage, somehow. “Does it hurt, Dan Heng?”

“No.” He hisses, contradicting himself and what your eyes were clearly telling you. “This isn’t your fault or your problem. I should have been more cautious, that’s all. It’ll go away in time.”

You don’t think you very much like the sound of that. “But why? Why does it have to just go away if it’s making you uncomfortable? I can help you.”

Dan Heng sucks in such a sharp breath you can feel it rattling around inside his chest where you’re pressed right up against him. “Don’t say that.” He croaks. “You don’t know what it is you’re saying.”

“I can learn. You could teach me.”

“Dammit …!”

He stiffly shifts his weight then, redistributing his balance to the full center of his body. You got the distinct feeling he was trying to angle his pelvis away from you, to pull it out of reach where he could flag and soften without the close proximity of your body heat there to entice him. You rock with the motion though, follow the movement. Stay pressed against him and reach down with one hand to blindly feel for what was causing him such obvious distress.

Your wrist bumps against the stiff flesh jutting out from his body, making him groan very low in his throat. It’s easy to find now that you have a general idea and you carefully wrap your fingers around the width of him, surprised yet delighted to find the skin silky soft and smooth. He twitches in your hold and swells, getting harder. Rapidly filling the rest of the way out while Dan Heng holds himself so tightly that you think he might just shatter and break right before your very eyes. You can’t help it though. Not only was curiosity a very compelling factor here but you also cared about him a great deal. The thought of watching your friend and fellow crewmate suffer in silence right in front of you wrenches at your very heart and makes it hard to think rationally.

And it must be the same for Dan Heng too, because his fingers stay frozen in place as you feel along him. They remain buried in your hair, fervently clutching at your skull, as if you could be the lifeline that would save him but he continues to hold himself back for some reason. It’s hard to say if he’s scared of letting you go for fear of what he himself would do or because he feared what you might do to him with that freedom. He doesn’t try to stop you or pull away though. Just quietly seethes into the scant space separating you as you locate the bulbous head and give it a brief squeeze. That makes a tense shudder work through him, starting in the general vicinity of his hips before racing up to the rest of him. Distantly, you realize that he wants to roll his pelvis forward into the touch, to seek out more and bask in it, but he won’t.

“Why do you fight it, Dan Heng?”

He manages to choke out a mirthless laugh, though not without a good deal of effort. “We only just met not that long ago, for starters. It seems rude to act on such impulses given our brief rapport with one another.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Maybe I do.”

You don’t think you believe that. If he really meant it he would have put an end to it by now, or at least made a greater effort to do so. But he just stands there, softly panting while you follow the length of him down to the base where a thick patch of curls brushes against your knuckles. The weight of him in your hand is surprisingly satisfying and you just can’t seem to stop yourself from exploring him.

Twisting your hand downward, you find even more satiny soft skin waiting just below and you eagerly curl your fingers around that too. It’s incredibly pliant but he sucks in a sharp, gasping breath in response to being handled and your pulse erratically jumps with a start.

“Gentle. Those are — sensitive.”

“I’m sorry.” You murmur softly. “I could be a lot more careful if I could actually see what I was doing though.”

A low rumble starts up in his chest, so faint you almost miss it under the constant spray from the shower head. Your whole body flushes, warming to the point of real discomfort but he doesn’t give you enough time to fully process any of it. Not the unexpected noise or the curling tendril of wanting low in your stomach. Not even the fact that you were currently holding the full weight of his manhood in the palm of your hand.

To your genuine surprise, he starts to pull back. Extricates himself from you with exceedingly stiff motions that leave you fumbling for something to say. Another apology or perhaps a plea. You don’t know which and you never find out, because he grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around. You have no choice but to comply as he guides you forward, pushing you almost right up against the interior wall of the shower and totally disregarding your mouse squeak protests while he does it.

“Stop hogging all the water.”

You open your mouth to snap back in response but all that comes out is a tiny little squawk of surprise when he pulls you back against him, moulding your wet back to the firm planes of his front. His hands drop to your waist then, taking bruising hold of your hips to press your lower body equally flush with his. There’s no mistaking the press of him now, the way it digs up into your lower back and slides into place along the middle seam of your backside like it naturally belonged there. It's as if you’ve suddenly forgotten how to breathe when he stiffly rolls his pelvis and grinds into you, somehow hesitant yet eager at the same time, before forcing himself to go still again.

“Sorry,” He says right into your ear, low and hushed, as the warm spray washes over both of you now. “I thought I could control myself better than this …”

“It’s okay.”

“It's not. You only just joined the Astral Express, not to mention you — the way we found you … it feels like I’m taking advantage of the situation but that was never my intention. I swear it.”

You understood what he meant even if he was reluctant to say it in quite so many words. There was a Stellaron inside of you but beyond that your identity was a complete unknown to everyone around you. Even you couldn’t say for sure who you were or who you’d once been, if you’d ever been anyone at all. That didn’t mean you were without your faculties though. You could still make decisions for yourself and take control of your own life. If that weren’t true then Himeko never would have given you the choice to join everyone on board the Express. This you knew to be true.

So you pointedly push back on him, meeting his next stiltedly reluctant thrust. Dan Heng’s fingers bite into the meat of your hips in return, clutching at you so desperately you half expect to find bruises blooming in the same spots later on. That doesn’t really matter right now though. What’s most important is not only helping him, alleviating the discomfort that so obviously pains him, but also proving your own autonomy. To him as much as to yourself.

“It’s okay, Dan Heng. You don’t have to hold back.”

Groaning softly in what you think must be relief, he huddles close and curls in tight against you. Nuzzles at your temple in a coaxing manner that makes you tip your head back towards him. Water runs down your face in heavy rivulets, matting your eyelashes together, but you pay it little mind. You’re much more interested in the way Dan Heng angles his mouth down and slots it against yours in a kiss that is equal parts tentative and demanding. The heightened state of his emotions is blatant in the hard press of his lips, the hungry pull that makes you want to submit and give him everything he could ever need or want. There’s a distant note of domination lurking under the surface of that heated exchange though, like he was innately drawn to claiming what he wanted for himself, but his level headed manners were still keeping him in check. That wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

You quickly make your choice and bring your hands up to take firm hold of his blocky wrists, making sure he doesn’t try to escape. Not that you actually thought he would when both of you were already in this deep, haltingly moving in tandem against one another, but you didn’t want his polite niceties to get the better of him. He either doesn’t suspect a thing or he simply doesn’t care though, because he just keeps kissing you even when you go up on your tiptoes to make his cock drag down your ass. The height difference makes it a bit awkward, a bit unrefined, but you manage to successfully raise up enough to leave him nudging at the space between your legs.

And when you come down again, trapping him in the soft squeeze of your thighs, he gasps like you’d just electrocuted him. The sound rattles inside his chest where it’s pressed into your back but, still, he doesn’t fight it. He doesn’t tell you to stop. Rather, he drags his palms lower to grab two big handfuls of your upper legs and press them more tightly together around him. You nearly lose balance and tip over in this unnatural stance but a quick hand slapped against the damp wall steadies you.

“Careful. If you continue to push this much further …”

The warning in his voice is clear as day but you don’t really care. Not when you could feel the faint pulse of him between your thighs and he was lined up so perfectly with the seam of your cunt that you could feel your own internal pressure ratcheting up another notch. This wasn’t exactly familiar territory, this pulse pounding excitement that makes you dizzy with a need you don’t fully understand, but the instinctive urge to nudge your hips back and forth feels much too natural for you to truly question it. So you just do it.

And oh, how you’re rewarded by the simple slide of him along your slit. Hot, blinding sparks flash behind your eyes and you almost swoon right there in his arms, but you know you have to keep moving. Need to chase that pinprick ember of satisfaction just as much as he does, and Dan Heng only reinforces that when he pulls you back to meet the next enthusiastic thrust of his hips.

A gasp catches in your throat at the wet, meaty smack and lodges there as you tip your face down to look at yourself. Some of your hair slips forward with the motion, wet and clinging, but you hardly even notice it with so much of your attention focused on your own body. Your nudity hadn’t felt so stark before, when you were simply focused on bathing and occupying space with him wherein the two of you just so happened to be naked together. It’s so different now looking at it through the hazy lens of intimacy though, the sight of your tits bare and wet stoking the flames within you to even greater heights. Beyond that, over the soft curve of your stomach and lower still, you can just make out the thatch of hair covering the cradle of your pelvis. And beneath that his cock head nudges out from between your legs, blooming for but a brief moment before retreating back into the tight squeeze.

It was enough to nearly make your knees buckle and give out.

“Oohhn,” You hiss into the constant spray, swaying in his hold. “Dan Heng … that feels - -“

“Incredible.”

You let out a soft moan in agreement, rocking in time with his steady thrusts. The height difference was a good thing, actually. It ensured he stayed pressed up tight against you, constantly knocking your cunt with a fleshy jostle whether he was pulling out or pushing in. It was a continuous cycle of pleasurable shockwaves that quickly leaves you panting just as heavily as he is, and you eagerly writhe against him when the pressure just continues to build and build. You felt like you were going to implode in the most literal sense. What exactly had he done to you?

Had he even done anything at all, or was this just a natural result of your own needs mingling with his and feeding into one another? You couldn’t be sure. It was impossible to think straight when your cotton stuffed head was starting to spin alarmingly fast, but you decide that it doesn’t really matter either way. The drag of him against your cunt was enough. His possessive grip on your body was enough. There would be time to figure everything out later, after you’d properly taken care of each other, and you let yourself rock back into him with an accompanying groan that subtly rises in pitch at the tail end, basking in the litany of sensations.

“Can I —“ He suddenly blurts, choking on it. His fingers sink into your flesh so hard it starts to hurt and you let out a faint whimper while he struggles to reorient himself. “Can I … touch you?”

“Nnghn, ah - aren’t you already touching me?”

“More. I’d like to touch more of you, if you’ll permit it.”

You screw your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing. He certainly wasn’t making it easy. “Ooh … please, please touch me, Dan Heng. I feel … I feel like I’m - -“

His hands immediately fly up off your hips and greedily latch onto your breasts instead, lifting the weight of them in his palms. You suck in such a haggard breath you feel like you just might pass out on the spot as you arch against him, throwing your head back into his shoulder. Water from the shower head mercilessly pelts against your face now but you can’t be bothered to lobby any complaints about it when he’s cupping your tits as if they were meant to fit right there in his hold. It’s perfect and sublime, and it just ratchets your own excitement up another notch, making you impotently shudder.

This pulse pounding feeling of cresting pleasure may have been foreign to you, but you could already see yourself becoming irreversibly addicted to it. Perhaps this was even more dangerous than you’d first realized.

“Oh! If you do that …”

“Does it hurt?”

“I — I don’t know.”

He noises a faint sound of confusion at your quiet whimper, his hands loosening around your chest. You’re acutely aware of the odd little look he gives you through the swirling steam but can’t quite bring yourself to turn your face away. Whatever this was, whatever it meant in the long run, you wanted more of it. Needed more of him.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

A small frown graces his lips. “But you just said - -“

“I know. But I don’t want you to stop.” Carefully, you lift your hand — the one not currently braced against the wall — and cover one set of Dan Heng’s knuckles with your fingers. They seem dainty resting against his like this. “It feels kind of funny but I don’t think it’s bad. I don’t really understand what it means but … I want you to keep doing it. Please?”

Groaning like you’d just sucker punched him right in the gut, Dan Heng leans further into you until his weight presses you down into a half stooped position. His skin sticks to your back and clings but this too feels good. His body heat bleeds into you, warming you up far more than the shower ever could have, and you eagerly squeeze the muscles in your legs to keep them locked in place. This time when he kneads your breasts it’s much more tentative and slow. He takes his time with it, just savoring the fleshy give, and you keen very softly when he at last nudges one index finger up to brush it over your nipple.

You can feel yourself sinking deeper into that hazy fog as he starts to move again. The restrained power behind his thrusts sends fresh bursts of static energy coursing through your system, further highlighting the sensitivity of your aching teats as you rock with him, luxuriating in the fleshy drag of his stiff length against your cunt.

Pap. Pap. Pap.

He keeps the rhythm slow and even, but so vigorous that it pushes you forward and makes your tits bounce in his hold. You experience everything in stunning high definition from the slick dampness that oozes out of you to smooth the glide of him between your legs right down to the simple sensation of water running across your skin. It’s overwhelming and somehow still not enough. You couldn’t even think straight let alone formulate a semi coherent sentence, your tongue lolling heavily inside your mouth as you shudderingly rear back into him just to feel that delicious friction again. And he takes it in stride, never faltering no matter how wild you get or how hard you shake as the tumultuous waves crest a little bit higher each time. The firm, unyielding planes of his pelvis meeting with your backside, harder, faster. The distant tickle of coarse pubic hair digging into the vulnerably soft flesh of your ass. Even the low, guttural sounds he makes against the side of your face. You were so close to drowning in all of it.

His thick, callous worn fingers curling up to finally pinch at your nipples is what really sends you over the edge though. The sudden jolt of pleasure so intense it rides the line of being painful almost makes you collapse right then and there, and you throw yourself back into him with mindless desperation. Your hips seem to move on their own even as you cry out for him, judderingly grinding yourself down on that rock hard length pressed up into you.

“Ooh, Dan Heng!”

“Please don’t say my name like that.” He quietly wheezes under his breath, still pinching at your breasts. Still pulling and tweaking, using his thumb to brush over them and flick the tightly coiled peaks back and forth. Your body was a livewire just waiting to detonate, and it doesn’t seem to escape his notice. It’s apparent in the way he’s so insistent with his ministrations, encouraging you to keep moving your cunt back and forth, back and forth against him with nothing more than the attention he gives your tits. He takes his time rolling them between the two pads to reward you for your efforts and he gives them a slow, encouraging tug any time your pace falters and you start to slow down.

It’s a vicious cycle that perfectly feeds into itself a hundred times over and keeps you balanced right on the precipice of some great, harrowing free fall. The world could have come to a sudden, fiery end at that very moment and you never would have noticed. All of your attention, your entire being, was for Dan Heng and only Dan Heng in that moment. His hands, his lips brushing your neck and your cheek when he nuzzles into you. The constant motion of his thighs flexing behind you, driving himself unendingly into the hot, damp spot between your legs. His taller, wider frame trembling against yours with all the pent up tension running through it that so perfectly mirrors your own.

You’d never felt anything like it before, and a very small voice in the back of your mind wonders if you’ll ever feel it again. Was this a once in a lifetime experience? A fleeting mercurial high that would disappear in a flash bang of white noise the second you tipped over into the awaiting abyss below?

If that was the case, if you were destined to bask in this dwindling euphoria once and only once in your lifetime, then you were determined to milk every last drop of enjoyment out of it while you could.

So you drop your hands and reach back, grabbing two biting fistfuls of Dan Heng’s narrow hips. Use the leverage to draw him in against you at a quicker pace, forcing him to snap his pelvis into your backside with greater ferocity. He issues a wounded, faltering grunt into the air but he doesn’t fight it. He hasn’t truly fought anything you’ve offered up to him on a silver platter, not once telling you ‘no’ since you first stepped foot into this bathroom together, and that knowledge sparks a simmering ember deep within your gut. It’s the taste of victory. Of conquest and self assured confidence that can only be achieved through the meeting of two compatible bodies.

You’re sure of it. Innately, or perhaps intrinsically, you just know that’s what it is.

“Oh, gods,” He rattles out, gritting through tightly clenched teeth while he fucks himself between your thighs, pistoning in and out of the tight squeeze like a jackhammer. “I’m so close — so close, I - I can’t hold it back anymore.”

You would’ve voiced your agreement if only you’d had the ability to do so. The breakneck speed at which he ruts into you effectively steals the air from your lungs though and it’s all you can do just to hold on, clutching at his powerfully flexing hips to ground yourself rather than to encourage him. He didn’t need more encouragement anyway. That one little nudge from you was more than enough and now he couldn’t quite seem to remember to be polite and gentle with you.

The wet smack of his pelvis slamming into your ass is now loud, almost defeaning, and it comes in rapid fire succession to damn near down out even the constant spray of the shower head. It just amplifies the already searing friction against your cunt until it seems to blur into a single, persistent tingle that just grows and grows to the point of delirium. He can’t help himself and neither can you. Not anymore.

“Dan Heng - -“

A truly bestial snarl snakes out of him. His fingers falter, slipping and sliding against your wet teats before adjusting to latch onto the bouncing meat of your breasts instead. What little bit of control he’d still been clinging to dissipates like dust in the wind, and he clings to you so hard it brings tears to your eyes. The demanding press of his fingers sinking into your flesh sends you over the edge with a sudden, lurching jolt as your pussy clenches up and squeezes uncontrollably against his length. Even when you wail out in high strung relief, trembling violently in the throes of your release, he just keeps humping into you like he’d die if he doesn’t chase his own pleasure quickly enough. That continuous drag over your slit just draws out your own involuntary spasms and you can’t help but cry out in oversensitized bliss even as you somewhat awkwardly twist in his arms to look down at yourself.

Numbly, you watch his flushed glans appear between the fleshy press of your legs, quickly disappear and then immediately reappear again just a split second later. He’s pounding into you so fast and so hard that the resulting shockwaves make your thighs jiggle slightly under the force. It’s incredibly fascinating to witness though and you stare at it in a trancelike stupor, barely even registering the pitchy moan he lets out right against your temple.

The next time his cock appears it’s with an eruption of creamy white discharge that shoots out to splatter across the floor and the wall, some of it smearing over the skin where the two of you are connected. Hissing like his soul is actively trying to leave his body, Dan Heng haltingly slows to a stiff roll of his hips that makes his length nudge back and forth just enough to drain the rest of his explosive release. Another healthy spurt rushes out of him and then a savory dribble quickly follows, thickly oozing from the tip to drip onto the floor between your feet. It’s over, just like that, and you blink rather owlishly down at the evidence of your illicit encounter as he heaves a deeply satisfied sigh of pleasure.

It’s a little hard to wrap your mind around what had just transpired, especially when you were still floating in the afterglow and well satiated, but you snap back into the moment when he carefully starts to straighten up. You hadn’t even realized he’d dropped into a partial crouch to better accommodate the height difference, and you turn in his hold to look back at him.

“Dan Heng … are you - -“

“We need to get out.” He cuts across you, back to being the same mild and polite Dan Heng you were used to, but at the questioning lift of your brows he sheepishly glances away. “The water is beginning to turn cold so we need to get out before you start shivering again. Otherwise that would completely defeat the purpose of doing this in the first place.”

Oh. You hadn’t even noticed, truth be told, but you shift to the side when he reaches around you to smack the faucet off. The room goes suddenly quiet, save the dull drip of water droplets running from the spout and two sets of deep breaths coming from you and him. You’d been so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t noticed that either but your heart was indeed pounding a wild rhythm against your chest, and you reach up to idly touch over your pulse. Wild and erratic, just like you’d felt leading up to that mind numbing crescendo.

What the hell had all that been?

“Let me get you a towel.” You hear him say, and you bring your head up in time to watch him flick the screen open with a sluggish motion.

“What about you? You didn’t even get to wash your hair.”

Dan Heng looses a soft bark of laughter as he steps out onto the waiting mat, giving you your first real look at his nude body. He’s all lean and svelte with a perfectly tapered waist and broad shoulders, and — he abruptly turns to face you without warning. You’re suddenly looking right at him. The cut lines of his pelvis and the perfect little bellybutton stamped right in the center of it; the damp mess of dark, dark hair crowning his softened cock and the unmistakable weight of it …

Blood rushes to your face so fast you feel vaguely faint even as you smack a hand up to your mouth and quickly look away in embarrassment. You’d never seen one before. Or at least, you’re pretty sure you haven’t. That doesn’t exactly stop your body from reacting to it though and your knees turn instantly wobbly again to accompany the instinctive urge to touch him, taste him. To feel him moving inside of you with the same keen ferocity he’d shown your thighs. Gods, you were like some kind of pervert!

“After all that you’re finally getting shy?” He laughs, bemused, but you can’t quite bring yourself to lift your gaze again. The risk of jumping his bones seemed far too great for you to take that chance right now. But luckily for you, Dan Heng is much too conscientious to hold it over your head and you soon catch the sound of him shuffling for a towel just another moment later. “I’ll cover up if that will make you feel better but don’t think you’re going to get out of this without having a talk with me first. I meant it when I said I had no intention of taking advantage of you. This isn’t something we can just pretend never happened, you know.”

Cautiously slow, you peek over at him from the corner of your eye just in time to get one last good look at his tight backside before a towel slides into place around his waist. You may not have been able to see it anymore but that certainly wasn’t going to stop you from thinking about it well into the foreseeable future. Curse him and his gorgeous body. “Are you … upset that we did that?”

“Not at all. I only want to check in with you and find out what you want.”

Now that manages to throw you for a loop. “What do you mean? I wasn’t expecting anything in return.”

Sighing softly, Dan Heng pivots back around to face you again. “That’s precisely why. You obviously have no expectations in place and some men would probably try to take advantage of that to use you for sex. I’m not like that though. If you want to do this the right way then I would likewise be amenable to that possibility. If you want to keep things casual that’s fine too. And if you never want to see my face again … well, I couldn’t exactly blame you for that I suppose.”

Confusion marches rampant through your mind until the lightbulb abruptly clicks on. He was talking about taking responsibility for his actions. Of giving you the proper respect and courtesy of having a choice. Dan Heng clearly had no desire to withhold an actual relationship from you if that was what you wanted but he also wasn’t going to force it on you either. How interesting. How very — chivalrous of him.

Your heart gives a tiny little thump against your ribcage, and you smile over at him. Eager and pleased by this revelation, but a bit nervous too. Whoever would’ve thought something as benign as sharing a shower together out of necessity would end with talks of a potential future together.

“Is everyone on the Express as old fashioned as you are?”

He smiles back, gracing you with a small but no less frustratingly charming grin. “In this aspect, I’m afraid it’s just me. Think you're up for it?”

“Yeah, I think I might be.”

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ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x cullen!reader

word count: 2k

warning: friends in love but the one doesn't know it yet

summary: bella and edward's wedding day has you feeling somewhat envious of their love story

You felt awful, upset with your heart for the way it ached, for the way it shouted shots of anger, of envy, it was not at all what you'd expect of it on such a happy day. Bella and Edward danced below on the makeshift dance floor the vampires had very reluctantly created while you sat crossed-legged on the roof of the Cullen mansion- grateful for the darkness for allowing you to get lost despite the endless eyes that would search for you.

You had a great love for your brother and his new mate, happy that despite years, decades, of such grim, such overpowering sadness he finally allowed himself such mundane emotions of happiness. Maybe that was what had your heart drawing in upon itself. You didn't think yourself possible of such selfishness, being tormented by pity, by jealousy that reformed your decayed cells in a way that made you nauseous. You hated how your insides twisted, begged yourself, and willed yourself to remember the joy that swerved about your lost soul while planning this day.

But you knew where it came from, what it meant. Those were your flowers that cascaded down from the trees, your dress that flowed from Bella's life-kissed figure, your flower petals that spread towards your altar, your day, your dream. Yet you weren't there, it was everything you wanted and yet it belonged to them, you gave it to them, your dream and now you sit alone, rewatching it from the outside.

“Careful,” someone warned from behind you and were it not a warning you’d heard countless times before you’d not have been able to pin its owner down so quickly, the blond vampire swinging down from a branch and sinking down beside you, giving a soft sigh as he adjusted his suit jacket, about as unhappy with the fancy ordeal as you were, for very different reasons. “You might think yourself into a mess you can’t get out of,” he explained and you almost smiled, habitually moving closer to him, letting your shoulders touch as he looked down to search for the reason for your foul mood.

“You know, Jas, I was trying to hide away in peace,” you reprimanded, though he didn’t believe you, your emotions always betraying you, shifting as soon as he was close, it was as if your heart, despite all the wrong it did you, felt safest with Jasper, freely giving away your secrets to him and his senses.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” he argued, he was speaking in that charming, kind tone, you’d be silly thinking he reserved it just for you when really you were just most accustomed to it, prompting it from him much like he prompted calmness from you, a natural reaction despite your unnatural, supernatural existence. “You thought I came here for you?” you didn’t need to answer, he knew you did, and you knew it was true even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. “Very presumptuous.”

“Oh, you know me, always thinking about myself,” your words had a bite to them, thinking the present situation was the perfect time to remind yourself and your heart that no matter how much you wished it was, this wasn’t your day, and you had no right to wish it was.

“Hey now,” he breathed, disapproving of his words being turned into a real reprimand when really he was trying to talk you out of your head, talk you up from that hole you’d dug yourself into, help you crawl back to the surface to enjoy the day, it was a happy day after all, for everyone, or at least it was supposed to be. “What’s messing with your heart today?” you didn’t want to admit it, your selfish feelings, but you also knew that if anyone would be able to help you make sense of it, it would be your best friend, he’d not judge you for your short-sighted and very much unplanned pity party.

“Actually, I think it’s the other way around, think it’s messing with me,” you sighed, stealing a quick glance at him, sure the sight of him all dressed up and perfect would’ve made you blush had the blood still traveled through your veins, instead you managed a little hum, head tilting to take him in before looking back down to the newlyweds. “Can you feel what they’re feeling?” a puzzling question, leaving much to the imagination since you were sure they felt more than just one thing on a day like today, but somehow, as he always does, Jasper knew what you meant.

“That’s not what you want to ask me,” you hated that he could make that statement so casually, so surely, you also didn’t hate it all, you merely hoped he’d answer the real question without making you ask again. “Go on then,” he pushed, you wanted to roll your eyes, lightly shoving your shoulder against his instead, not missing the way his lips begged to tilt into a smile. “Ask me.”

“Can you feel their love?” he scoffed, unsatisfied, you were nearly there, almost at the point, it was dancing on the tip of your tongue, begging for release but you were being stubborn, he decided to be kind.

“I can’t feel it, per sé, it’s not just one single emotion, doesn’t just add up to one thing you can express, as complicated as love is, feeling it is much the same.” His pause was a courtesy, one he offered due to the disappointment that dipped into the air, flooded from you, and surrounded you just as your emotions often do for as entirely as you feel everything, you felt this in your soul, another stab at your heart, another knife in your icy coffin of life. “I can’t make you feel it either, can’t show you what it’s like,” he breathed and you couldn’t deny him the little nod you managed, not even thinking before you leaned your head against his shoulder, one hand snaking around his arm, other hand searching for his fingers and claiming them in yours as if they were your own. “I would if I could, darling, you know that, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” you squeezed his arm lightly, not wanting him to think he’d disappointed you somehow simply by not being able to do the impossible, it’s just that living as you do, being what you are, the concept of impossible seemed so unspecified, so mundane. You had always longed for it, wished for it at night, dreamed of it during every moment of the day, you’d wanted more than anything to feel loved in all possible meanings of the word- yet it seemed more likely that Jasper could create a counterfeit version of it with his gift than someone truly feeling that way for you, about you. “Maybe someday I could feel it, really feel it,” you nearly whispered, you willed the words to sound hopeful, but even if your voice could pretend, your heart certainly couldn’t.

“I’m almost certain that you will,” Jasper promised and you hummed when he kissed the top of your head, your eyes not leaving the sight it had been trained on, the couple in question finally moving away from the dancefloor and by the smell of it, Edward had a howling surprise in store for his new wife.

“Do you think it’ll be worth it?”

“What?”

“Waiting,” you explained and you hadn’t noticed a rather lovely looking, yet slightly terrifyingly quiet Alice creeping up to join the pair of you. “Do you think he’ll be worth waiting for?”

“I certainly think so,” Alice sang, already making herself comfortable next to you, taking hold of your arm and gently forcing you onto her shoulder instead, pleased when the action earned her a little smile from your previously pouting lips. “Think you might not be waiting as long as you think,” she shrugged and you missed her eyes as they locked with Jasper’s, who was already looking at her, hope drowning his features as he fought his brows from furrowing.

“Don’t give me too much hope, Ali,” you said, happy that you had a distraction, her bracelets perfect to fiddle with as she let you move her hand into your lap, you were calming down, feelings simmered but uncertainty lingering, yet you were safe with your comfort people and though the love you shared with your family wasn’t what your heart wished for, it did fill most of the emptiness. “I love you guys,” you mumbled, smiling as Alice proceeded to pull you into a proper hug.

“We love you too,” Alice agreed and Jasper wished the moment would pass because Alice was many things but subtle was not one of them and the way she was looking at him was impossible to miss, even if you weren’t yourself right now. “Some more than others.”

“Oh, I know,” you agreed and when you pulled away to look at them you made sure to give Jasper an extra long smile, he was after all the one to try and make everything better first, even if it didn’t exactly work. “Jasper over here is a real softy for his best friend,” you giggled at that, loving the instant recoil at the words as he pulled you right back to him, being sure to hide the way he melted around you, so perfect, he found it awfully rude of his body to react so willingly to you when the chances of being with you were so slim, so impossible, but then again, just like you, he didn’t think impossible was all that big of an obstacle to overcome.

“That I am, darling,” he purred and with one last squeeze he let you go, already prepared to swoop you right off the roof and onto the dancefloor to take your mind off all that could be clouding it and remind your heart that love was already right there waiting for it, and he would be ready to show you- to tell you more about love and just how familiar he was with the feeling when you and your heart were ready.

“I won’t mind always being the bridesmaid if you’re the one walking down the aisle beside me,” you informed him, allowing him to guide you down from your hiding place, Alice made sure to leave a little space between herself and you two before following you down.

“You won’t always be the bridesmaid,” Jasper noted, not at all surprised when he looked down to where you were climbing the branches to find your shoes had long been abandoned, free hand trying to keep your dress out of the way.

“How do you know?” you demanded once settled on the ground, giving in to his fiddling as he tried to make your dress right, tilting his head slightly as he dusted the purple material of any dirt it might have picked up on your little adventure away from everyone.

“I have a feeling,” he was unnervingly charming as he smirked at you, happy that he could feel your nerves ease, all the horrid feelings that led him to search for you now masked by a sense of content and comfort- happiness, because of him. “Trust me,” you nodded, giving in to the mood of the party as you started dragging him to the very middle of the crowd, pleased that the song had changed pace and the bride and groom were away enjoying themselves in solace.

“I always do.” And you did, you knew him well enough to know he’d always tell the truth, always be honest, always bare his heart to yours, at least when he was ready to do so too.

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specialagentlokitty · 8 months

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Tony DiNozzo x reader - stay with you

I was wondering if you could please write something about NCIS. Perhaps Tony helps you..his girlfriend or what he hopes could be a potential girlfriend... fall asleep as he found out the reader has been having bad insomnia for the past 4 nights and maybe at most you've gotten 3 hours of sleep a night since Friday night but now it's Monday night and enough is enough - @happygirl-0408 💜

Tony had a huge flirt, everybody knew that, and so did you because he spent most of his time flirting with you.

Which meant he also spent a lot of time admiring you, and being near you.

So when he noticed a huge dip in your energy, how snappy you were and how drained you seemed to be he immediately became worried.

Sitting across from you, he watched as you patted around your desk, seemingly lost in your own world or unable to focus on what you were doing.

You finally grabbed your up and picked it up, bringing it to your mouth before you stopped a looked in it with a sigh.

“Want a coffee?” You asked.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Tony watched as you slowly stood, bumping into your desk.

“Alright thats it.”

Walking over, he took your cup and set it down, easing you back into your seat.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked.

“Huh? Nothing.”

Tony frowned.

“That is the fifth coffee you’ve had in the past hour, you’re hardly paying attention and you just walked into your desk.”

“Sometimes people walk into things DiNozzo..” you grumbled.

“I have known you for nearly five years and you have never, ever, walked into that desk.”

You glanced at him before immediately looking away, and he caught the redness of your eyes.

It clicked pretty quickly after that.

“When was the last time you slept?”

You shrugged a little.

“Not long ago.”

“When?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know three… four days maybe…”

“Jesus Christ, why? Why haven’t you slept? Why did you come in?”

“Cause I got bored of sitting in bed trying to sleep.” You snapped.

He looked at his watch before grabbing your bag and jacket, turning your computer screen off.

“It’s that time anyway, come on.”

“Where?”

Tony held your jacket out for you.

“Just come on, did you drive here? Please tell me for the love of everything you didn’t.”

“I’m not that stupid, I got a cab.”

He nodded, helping you into your jacket before walking you to the elevator, swinging his keys from his finger.

Despite you asking again and again he refused to tell you what he was planning, and you were just to tired to push it any further.

He helped you into his car, and drove you to your apartment, helping you inside.

“Right, go change.”

He walked away and you padded to the bedroom, throwing yourself in the bed again.

You could hear the bath running, and soon Tony came through and looked at you.

“If you choose what to sleep in I’m choosing for you.”

You grumbled a little, burying your face into the pillow.

“I warned you.”

Tony wasn’t actually going to rummage through your draws, but he knew you liked to hang up your hoodies and sweatpants in the wardrobe, so that’s where he went.

“I’m not getting anything else, here.”

He dropped them on you and left the room, letting you gather the rest of your clothes and you padded into the bathroom.

He had run you a hot bath, and filled it with bubbles.

“Have a bath, I’ll figure something out for dinner, then we’ll watch some of those horrible films you love so much.”

You laughed weakly, and nodded, closing the door as he left the bathroom and you happily climbed into the hot water.

It eased some of the tension in your muscles, and it was relaxing, but still not enough to sleep.

But true to his word Tony made you a light dinner, then he covered you in a blanket and got you to lay down.

He sat in front of you on the floor, silently, hoping you would sleep but you wouldn’t.

With a sigh, he got up, lifted your head and sat down, putting a pillow on his lap then resting your head on it, gently messaging your head.

“You need to sleep..” he whispered.

“Don’t leave..” you mumbled.

Tony smile a little.

“I won’t I promise, just try sleep.”

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Tony didn’t know if you were going to sleep, but he would sleep on your couch until he was sure you had slept enough

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callsigngrim · 6 months

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Eldritch Konig xGN reader

MDNI!

The winner of the poll!

Tentacles smut Konig is cocky

No physical description of reader no description of gender.

Please enjoy!

The cave was dark and moist. Filled with the sound of pitter patter from the storm raging outside. Of Course you just had to go on a hike in the middle of nowhere alone.

It also didn't help that you felt like you were being watched.

Sighing you walk into the cave deeper hoping to find a dry patch where you could hopefully make a small fire and try to get some sleep without freezing to death.

As you make your way deeper into the cave you're amazed to find the walls of the cave lined with drawings!

They looked old depicting people who seem to be worshipping some sort of otherworldly creature. It looks huge adorned in gold with tentacles sprouting from its back?

You shake your head. Deciding that the small patch of dry ground near the end of the cave would be sufficient enough. You quickly pile the wood you had briskly grabbed onto the floor using some dry leaves a kindling to get the fire going.

It's slowly starting to get a little warmer. Enough that you can take off the heavy jacket that was completely drenched from the heavy pelts of rain.

You use your bag as a makeshift pillow while you snuggle into your sleeping bag.

It wasn't ideal laying on the ground with who knows what crawling around but you were too tired to care. You just hoped you didn't wake up with spiders in your hair. As you shifted to get into a more comfortable position you didn't pay any attention to the walls that seemingly started to glow a faint yellow. Nor did you see the tentacles painted on the walls start to move. Twisting and curling away from the paint.

And forming into solid pieces. The creature that had previously just been a painting had magically emerged hidden in the shadows watching the frail little human.

You were a tempting little thing shivering from the cold. Oh he couldn't wait to warm you up. After all, you were the one who set him free.

You were shaking from the cold, the fire having long since burned out leaving a few glowing embers that hardly gave any heat.

You were going to die. Alone and cold with a bunch of weird paintings on the wall… Were the fuck were the paintings?

As you're laying there trying to figure out if you've officially lost your mind due to the cold. Sometimes in the corner catches your eye. A massive form is standing there in the shadows and it's definitely looking at you. Glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness. You make a move to get up before you realise that something has slithered it way around your legs and arms.

You jolt screaming begging for whatever has you to please let go!

"Careful" the word echoes through your mind. It sounds human enough but you know it's not. No human is that big or has extra appendages sprouting from their backs.

"Please don't hurt me" you whisper hoping that the monster will spare you.

The tentacle have started slithering around you pulling the sleeping bag off and lifting you effortlessly into the air

"I will not harm you small human I simply wish to repay you for setting me free" that damn voice echoing in your head again.

"Repay me how'? "why"?

I didn't do anything you plead.

The dark tendrils pull you closer to the creature holding you at eye level. "Ah but you did you freed me from these walls and for that I have to repay you little one".

You swallow thickly it's unnerving being this close to the creature. It's watching you waiting for you to reply.

You could struggle but what if it decides to kill you if you try to fight?

"How would you repay me"? You regret asking the moment the monster's eyes start glowing even brighter.

"With pleasure little one" its voice comes out almost like a purr.

Gods this is terrifying and humiliating at the same time. "If I let you pleasure me you have to promise not to kill me".

The creature seems taken aback.

"Why would I hurt such a sweet little thing"? It sounds almost amused.

"I'll have you begging me to take you over and over again sweet thing". You let out a whimper at that. Fuck that's not supposed to turn me on you think.

As if sensing your sudden arousal. The creature lets out a growl. "Konig" it says and you're left confused.

"My name sweet one so you know what to scream after I make you come on my cock"

"Fuck" you moan out he's someking of eldritch monster who could rip you to pieces at any given moment. But here you are dangling from its tentacles moaning like some whore.

"Please take me"

Different things happen all at once. Konig moves forward pulling you in for a kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless. Its not sweet or soft no its primal almost possessive in the way his long thick tongue explores your mouth. Next is the way the tentacles wrapped around you rip away your clothes and underwear none too gently leaving you exposed to the cold.

Then you pulled impossibly close to the creature as two more of his tentacles start exploring your exposed body, finally stopping at your nipples. They start twisting and pulling leaving your nipples hard and sensitive.

You panting when he pulls away only to let out a gasp as the tentacles that are wrapped around you legs spread you open leaving you completely exposed to Konig.

He lets out an appreciative growl. Slowly one of his tentacles move down to circle your entrance. The tentacle is covered in a thin layer of slime that it spreads around your hole slicking it up. Before it slowly starts to enter you inch by inch. You're moaning his name just like he promised. The two tentacles that are toying with you nipples start to speed up twisting and pulling leaving you high of the pleasure your subjected to.

It feels so good the way he moves you how he wants and how you entire body feels on fire everywhere he touches you

You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't see his huge cock leaking all over your belly as he moves you up and down his tentacles preparing you for what's to come.

"Fuck please I'm so close" your so close teetering on the edge just a little more and you be coming.

"Yes little one come for me show me how good it feels".

It hits you hard you're screaming his name as you ride out your orgasm.

You breathless but he's not finished yet.

He pulls his tentacle out of you slowly while you moan at the loss of him inside you.

He grabs you in his arms you back pressed against his toned chest.

You don't have time to catch your breath before he pushes inside you bottoming out in one swift stroke. He's big, filling you completely. You can feel every vein on his cock as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is brutal as he slams into murming soft praises as he fucked you deep and hard.

You were both moaning lost in the throes of pleasure. He was filling you up so well. You didn't have a single thought in your head.

"Fuck I'm close little one come with me let me feel you"

You both came yelling out as he filled you to the brim with his seed. Gods it felt amazing so much so that you blacked out from the intense orgasm you were having.

Looking down at your slumped form Konig couldn't help but chuckle. Poor little thing couldn't handle the pleasure he gave them.

Pulling the sleeping bag closer Konig layed down with you on top completely knocked out; he covered your sleeping form with the bag to keep you warm. You were so small compared to him. Knocked out from taking his cock once.

"I suppose we're going to have to work on that won't we little one soon you won't be able to get enough of my cock"...

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the-hinky-panda · 1 year

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"I'm not American's Sweetheart"

Part I found here

This was definitely not a good idea.

He needed to keep a low profile. The real IRA allowed him back in the country but that didn’t mean all was forgiven. He needed to keep his head down and his nose clean, keep a low profile. Chibs is certain going into one the loudest nightclubs in Belfast and dragging you out of the corner booth where two local men are enjoying your lack of inhibitions at the moment is not keeping a low profile. Their hands are all over you but you’re completely oblivious as you’re trying to talk to someone across the table.

“Lass!” he shouts over the deep bass of the music. “Let’s go!”

You turn glassy eyes towards him. Your pupils are dilated, wide open and black. But your smile is radiant when you see him. It always is, drunk or sober. “Chibs! You made it!”

“Who’s this?” one of the men says, “Your father coming to take you home?”

Chibs steps up to the table, moving his jacket to the side just enough to show the leather shoulder holster for his daggers. “Aye, something like that.”

One of the men acknowledges the threat and moves away. The other keeps his arm around your waist, oblivious to the danger he’s in at the moment. “What are you going to do, Grandpa?”

Before he can do anything, you elbow the guy, direct shot to the ribs, and knock the air out of his lungs. “That’s rude. I don’t like people who are rude to my friends.” You then slide, with much more grace than he expects you to use, out of the booth. Turning around, you pick up the jerk’s whiskey glass and finish what is left in one go. “It’s been fun boys.”

The one is still rubbing his side. “I didn’t take you for being an American bitch!”

You toss a laugh over your shoulder. “I’m certainly not an American sweetheart.”

He finds you tend to wander through the crowd. You’ve made friends with almost everyone in the room. He’s not surprised per say, you have that larger-than-life personality that draws people towards you. It certainly drew him into your orbit. But the blackout drinking and drug use, the lengths you went to numb yourself, the baggage you carry is too heavy for him to carry.

It’s the third time you’ve meandered back onto the dance floor that his patience runs out. He grabs your arm and pulls you away from a group of four women. He tucks you against his side, his grip vice like as he navigates you out of the nightclub. It works, he gets you out of the building and into the taxi waiting outside to take you both back to the hotel across town. How you managed to find this particular nightclub is beyond him.

Once you’re both in the backseat and the car starts to move, you stay pressed to his side. Your perfume, a sharp clean scent of eucalyptus mixed with the softer floral tones of jasmine almost overpower him now. Your make-up is minimal, which is normal, but your hair is down instead of pulled back in a braid. Your eyes are still showing signs of your inebriation and he wishes he could see more color in them. You really do have lovely eyes.

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Dinnea have much of a choice.”

You wrap your hand around his, your fingers fiddling with his rings. “Yeah, you did. You could have left me on my own. Hope I just show up later this morning.”

He could have. He had thought about doing that, actually. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t even sit still. His concern about what trouble you were getting yourself into was overwhelming. It didn’t take much to figure out which nightclub you would be headed to and he was relieved to find his instincts had been right. He cares about you, that is abundantly clear. And also quite worrisome. You’re a fucking mess. He doesn’t want to spend his time chasing after you to make sure you’re safe.

“I like you, Filip.” Your voice is quiet, thoughtful.

He turns his hand slightly and slides his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles. “I like you too, luv.”

You drop your head to his shoulder and sigh. “I’m sorry.”

He’s not sure what you’re apologizing for: making him come find you, liking him as a friend or something more, or the fact that he does return those feelings as well. Either way the answer is the same. “Me too.”

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lady-djarin · 2 years

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across the galaxy

chapter x - more than death

din djarin x f!reader

warnings: anxiety, cuddles, tension, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, din being a smooth talking mf, cute fluffy ending

word count: 3,528

a/n: final chapter! thank you all so much for all the love and support from this series. i will keep writing other things as there is no guarantee i will come back to this story. thank you all! <3

Din now had you wrapped in his arms on the floor of his ship and he felt more alive than ever. The circumstances of how you got there was a little complicated but he was loving it non the less. He wanted so badly for every night to end like this but didnt know how to say it or what you might want. You both eventually fell asleep in each other arms with no lights but the soft glow of the buttons on the walls, his hands drawing shapes up and down your skin.

—

Searing pain sprung across your back as the sound of electricity crackled through the air. You screamed as loud as your burning lungs would allow. “All you have to do is tell me where the base is, and this agony can stop.”

You looked into the eyes of a young man, completely void of feeling. You figured he was someone important due to the badges on his jacket and very ugly hat. Your breathing was shallow and painful as you held his stare. “Fuck...you.” He looked up from you and nodded at the man holding the charged whip. You closed your eyes and braced for the impact that cracked against your spine. The noise that came out of your throat was something that could shake the earth.

“You will NEVER find them.” You sneered up at the man in front of you. Before the tears cleared from your eyes, another stinging blow hit your skin.

—

You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, Din clutching you against his chest. Your brain barely managed to register that you were awake. It’s like you could still feel the pain spreading across your now healed scars.

“Mesh’la, hey, hey you're ok.” He clutched you as close as humanly possible on the floor of your tiny home together. You stopped screaming but your breath was still as fast as before. Din knew nightmares, he knew them well. He had his fair share due to his troubled past. He knew he just needed to help you ride it out and calm you down while being there to support you. He had sometimes heard you wake up from nightmares down in the hull, but never mentioned it, knowing that it wasn't his place, even though he wanted nothing more than to comfort you through it.

As soon as you became aware of your surroundings you squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from Din while holding your own chest. The ship was dark, so there was no danger of seeing his face but you didn't want to risk anything. You were also realizing that he just saw the worst of you. You felt like a live wire, exposed and raw for him to see. So much had happened in the last few weeks with him and your brain wasn't done processing. Without saying a word you got up and felt your way to the fresher room.

You sat on the cold metal toilet cover and the feeling stung the back of your thighs, but you welcomed it. Pressing the heel of your palm into your eyes, you couldn't help but feel embarrassment creep up the back of your neck. You sat there trying to remember you were not dreaming anymore and also that you had just woken up in Din’s arms.

Your anxious thoughts were cut short by a small knock on the door. “Are you ok ad’ika?”

“Yea… sort of, just give me a minute.” You decided to take a cold shower to try and slow your heart rate and wash the layer of sweat away. You wrapped a towel around yourself and pressed the button to open the door to find the bounty hunter standing a few feet in front of you holding your bag of clothes. He was in his regular clothes that went under the beskar and just his helmet. The familiar visor made your heart drop, a reminder that you would never see his face. He handed you the small duffle bag.

“Sorry, I just wanted to put this in front of the door for you.” His body language told you that he was feeling awkward and out of place, in his own ship.

You clutched the towel to your chest, now feeling self aware that you were in nothing but a towel, even though he had seen much more before. “Thanks Mando.” You took the bag from him but before you pulled away he grabbed that wrist and pulled your attention up to where his eyes would be.

“You can still call me Din, sweetheart. Just not in public.”

“Oh… ok, of course, thank you, Din.” With the use of his real name, he leaned his body closer to yours. The hand on your wrist moved up to your cheek and you practically moaned at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin.

“How are you feeling ad’ika?” You were going to answer but decided to ask the question that had been bugging you for a while.

“Din, what does that mean?” His helmet tilted to the right, as if he was studying your face.

“‘Ad’ika’? Um… it’s Mando’a. It means ‘little one.’”

A sheepish smile cracked at your lips knowing that he was calling you that long before your night together. “Look, Din, thank you for that night, and I'm sorry I had to ask that of you.” You pushed past him to go into the living quarters of the ship. While digging through the bag of clothes you felt Din walk up behind you, not touching you but just closing the distance. He ghosted his hand over the smooth exposed skin on your arm and pressed his chest against your back.

Pressing the helmet to the side of your face, he whispered in your ear, “Don’t be sorry, mesh’la, I don't regret a thing, I hope you don't either.”

You turned your face to press against the cool beskar and sighed as his words sunk in. “No, I don't regret it, I ju-just…” You were now fully resting your head against him, the cold metal killing the flame lingering on your skin. “I don't know Din, I just feel bad, that is not how I pictured it happening, if it was going to happen at all…” you trailed off as you turned away to grab your clothes.

“Wait, pictured it?” Din was stone still, not moving a muscle waiting for your response.

You realized what you said, you two had not spoken about it since that night.

“Well, yea…didn't you?” You felt the blush creep up your exposed neck. You honestly thought it was obvious you had dreamed of that night before, maybe he didn't think it was that obvious…

You both turned fully towards each other now, you looking into that black visor, searching for his eyes. The eyes that were locked on to yours and never wanted to look away.

“Sweet girl, I thought about you every waking moment, since the day I met you in that stupid cantina.” His rough hand came up to your cheek and the warmth of it made your heart flutter. You looked up at him through your lashes, wishing you could see his eyes. You both felt that need, wanting to be with each other without barriers. You would always respect Din’s creed, would never ask him to remove his helmet or do anything he wasn't comfortable with, but you desperately missed the feeling of his lips on your skin, anywhere on your skin.

“We still have a few more hours to go until we get to the next quarry location.” You smiled at the implication, knowing where his mind was headed. “Go lay down and I'll check on the kid.”

So you did just that, lying in the mostly dark hull, now naked under the blankets with your heart pounding in your chest. You were nervous, sure, but you were almost giddy at the thought of the bounty hunter touching you again. The thought alone was making you hot with arousal and the muscles between your legs flutter. You heard the large man moving through the hull stowing everything away and making sure the baby was asleep. His deep voice crackled through the helmet as he spoke to Grogu.

“Don’t worry little one, we'll be there soon.” Somehow seeing Din be in such a paternal roll made you want him even more. You had always thought about kids but you wanted the right person to come along.

Could Din be that person?

You were laying there in thought when that deep voice broke you out of your haze.

“Well this looks familiar…” you jumped slightly, confused by his meaning you cocked your head at him. When he did the same, it struck you. That night in the hull, when he made you touch yourself in front of him. You smirked in response, that night now a fond memory. Without another word you slipped your hand under the blanket like before, moving your hands over your soft skin, hidden from Din’s eyes. He shifted from one foot to the other, watching your every move as your movement began to become more desperate. Your fingers made their way to your slick folds as you arched your back and let out a small moan. A grunt from the tall man pulled your attention back to him. You locked your gaze on him as you kept moving your fingers in circles around your clit, spreading your slick on yourself. The sounds coming from you now were causing Din’s pants to tighten and he had to stop himself from undoing his pants then and there. That was becoming increasingly hard when you moved your other hand up to your chest to knead at your breasts, the supple flesh on display now above the blankets. His breath caught in his throat and it took everything in him not to fall to his knees for you. He simply watched as you continued to touch yourself and praise yourself with moans and heavy breaths. He was as stoic as always, he looked like an unfeeling droid on the outside but on the inside, you were melting his heart. He knew right then, seeing you in all your glowing glory, he could never love another.

“Mhmm, Din…”

That got him moving. He took a few small steps towards you, stuck in the trance you put him in. As he moved closer to you, you looked at him through hooded lids, now fully lost to the lust. He was standing almost right on top of you, looking down at you behind that dark helmet. His hard length was right there, making your mouth water with anticipation. You were tired of waiting for him to make his move so you took matters into your own hands. You got yourself down on your knees, hands flying to the button on his pants, your breath now heavy in your chest. You both worked at his zipper until he was free, he grabbed your face as you grabbed his hips.

“Sweet girl, you look so beautiful like this,” his thumb slid across your cheek until it came to your plush lips. You opened on instinct for him, licking the tip of his finger, he pushed past your lips and moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth. You slid your tongue across his digit then hallowed your cheeks to suck along the length of it. It felt so good to finally submit to this man who had been plaguing your thoughts ever since that one night. He was all you could think about and finally, there you were on your knees for him, doing as he pleased. You felt your way up his thighs until your hands finally reached the base of his cock. A low grunt left his chest when you started to lightly stroke your hand over him, never giving what he truly wanted. You moved your mouth over to his weeping tip, opening your mouth to take him in only to pull away at the last second and smile up at him like you did nothing wrong.

“You're such a brat, you know that?”

All you could do was smile as he dug his hand into your hair and yanked your mouth onto his dick. The sudden intrusion made you gag slightly before slowly starting to work your lips over him. As you pushed your head forward, his tip hit the back of your throat and Din almost whimpered.

Whimpered.

You couldn't believe it and you tried to tilt your back back as much as possible. You looked up to find the underside of his neck exposed due to his head being thrown back. The sight before you was glorious, the big bad Mandalorian was at your mercy as much as you were at his. Your pussy flooded at the sight, his muscles contracted as you snaked your tongue around him. You could feel every vein and twitch in the warm cavern of your mouth and the sudden taste of precum made you moan. The vibration was enough to made Din’s breathing stop,

“Oh fuck, baby–” His voice sounded like honey, thick and sweet. “You– you have to stop.” You pulled away and could see the pained pleasure in his body language. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

You took that as a que to tease him even further by lightly flicking your tongue against his reddining tip. He looked down at you and chuckled. That's when you knew you were in trouble. Din’s once gentle touch turned volatile against your neck, pulling you up to his height. The fact that you were completely naked against all his clothing was very apparent now, it even made your nipples harden. He backed you up until your ass connected with a small shelf on the wall of the hull. He held you there for a moment until he spun you around, you had to slam your hands on the surface so you didn't fall into it face first. This is when you started to realize that teasing him probably was a mistake on your part, the threat of punishment did excite you though. There was nothing but silence from the man behind you until the loud crack of his hand connecting with your ass broke it. A gasp escaped your lungs as your body jolted forward from the force before you arched back at him.

“You like that? Hmm?” You were almost too embarrassed to answer. Another hit landed on your sore cheek. “Use your words…”

“Ye-yes,” you moaned.

His fingers slid towards your dripping center, swiping through them you could hear the mess you were making. Your mind spun at the perfect feeling of his fingers working you open, preparing you for himself. He knew just how to touch you so that he never gave you what you needed, his light touches made your center drip. His long digits worked their way into your hole and you could feel yourself practically sucking him in. your body had an innate desire to have him.

Your legs shook as he worked his fingers into the spongy spot inside you. The arousal was flooding your veins, taking you over like nothing ever before. Every touch you felt from him made you want more, nothing was ever enough.

“Turn the lights off.”

He was surprised at your tone. It was hungry and harsh, unlike anything he had seen from you. He quickly did as you asked as you sat on the edge of the cot. When the ship was as dark as hyperspace, he came back to you, running his hands over your skin and you desperately needed to feel every inch of him on you. Your hands slid up his form until you reached his neck.

“Can I?”

A soft nod was all you needed to lift the heavy metal off his head, along with his clothes. Although you couldn't see his features, you felt like you could map out his face with touch and lips alone. You crashed into each other like two stars colliding, it was explosive and life altering. The feeling of his body on yours spurred you on further, you grabbed his waist and pulled him down onto you. He licked his way down your body until he reached your center again. His nimble fingers circled your throbbing clit, making your skin light on fire. Your back arched off the cot and he curled his fingers into you further. The coil was tightening in your abdomen, making your muscles melt with pleasure.

The large man crawled up the cot, his dark silhouette looming over you, he finally lowered himself to let his lips meet yours. You widen your legs for your hips to meet and he rocked himself against you, the movement causing a moan to slip from both of you. The frantic feeling fleeted once he lined himself up against you, his head moving up to look at you. His true voice was like a bucket of cold water.

“Are you sure?”

You paused. People rarely made sure you were ok. It made you love him even more.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He sank into you inch by inch and you swear you felt his heart skip a beat. It felt like the whole galaxy stopped moving. He made you feel like you were all that matters to him, and maybe you were but you thought he would never say it, being a man of few words. But you did feel it, you felt like you were the only thing that mattered. He rocked against you and inside you and the feeling made your heart swell, you couldn't hold back the words from falling from your mouth.

“I love you…”

You both paused.

Utter shock and a little fear ran your blood cold. You prayed to the Maker that he would say something, anything, but he was silent for a long moment.

Finally…

He kissed you hard, hard enough you thought your lips would bruise. It told you everything you needed to know, he loved you and he always did. He told you anyway.

“I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy,” as he spoke he peppered your neck with kisses, all while still moving inside you. “more than death,” kiss, “more than life,” kiss, “more than…” then he paused all movement.

Confused, you touched his cheek, dragging his attention to you.

“What's wrong?”

Without answering, he shifted up slightly and you couldn't tell what he was doing until suddenly you heard a small click, and your vision was flooded with warm faint light. You blinked against the sudden surprise then shut your eyes when you remembered.

“Din! What are you doing?” You covered your eyes with your hand.

“Mesh’la, please, look at me. I want you to see me.” You ever so slowly moved your hand away from your eyes. You were still visibly cautious about opening your eyes and Din could tell. He touched your cheek to pull you back to him. “It’s ok, please, open your eyes.”

So you did. The first thing you saw were warm chocolate brown eyes locked onto yours. They took your breath away, they represented everything you knew this man to be; kind, strong and warm. They were framed by dark lashes and eyebrows, all with warm tan skin and plush lips. You tried to take it all in at once but you were too consumed with him to think. He started to move again and your mind went blank, the feeling of him consuming you.

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THREE YEARS LATER

You watched Din show Grogu how to light a fire, the small child giggling at his father. You sat on a log nearby, mixing your rations together for dinner. The three of you had been living like normal ever since you and the hunter confessed your feelings to each other. You decided to have a small ceremony on a remote planet about two years ago, binding you two as one. You were a family now, making your way across the galaxy together and growing fast.

Din came over to you while the kid played with frogs, settling next to you. When you three were alone, it became more common for him to have his helmet off. Every time you saw him, his rugged handsomeness shocked you, even now, three years later and he still surprised you.

“How are you feeling love?” he rubbed your swollen belly. Children were always an idea for you but never thought you'd find anyone you trust to have that life with. Now you can, this brave strong man that has always had your back and made you feel like you were precious, he is the father of your child.

“I'm alright, just hungry as always.”

The three of you ate together under the expanse of stars on the small planet, three large moons above you. Not everything in your life is easy but with him by your side, you finally found peace.

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#din dijarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin smut #fanfic #reader fanfiction #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #star wars smut

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Drunk wasps, wild turkeys and pokemon cakes. You live an interesting life.

mmm, bear with me here-

I've taken art classes since I was a kid, like traditional art training since the age of like, five. Mostly from the same guy, he was also my AP art teacher in highschool. But for a lot of that time my art was very... bland, flat. I was taught to draw what I saw, in a very literal sense, he wouldn't even allow us to take a picture of our subject matter to work on outside of class hours (mind you, there were no cell phone cameras then we were working off digital cameras mostly but that's beside the point). So, much of my art was also literal, leaves were greens, brick was red, water was blue. My art wasn't great, and I couldn't quite figure out why.

I also took art classes in college, whole different teacher, he admitted my technical skill was there, but I wasn't pushing things at all, and I really still didn't 'get' it. I eventually got to an oil painting class, and again my technical skill was there, but it fell flat.

Until one assignment. He set up a still life, basic, I couldn't tell you how many damn still lifes I've done, but this one was only in greys. Every single item was a flat shade of grey, and our assignment was 'paint in color'. It took me a bit, to see it, and I won't say that I got it immediately right then, but it started to click. Literally, those vases and boxes were grey, and that wasn't the point, the point was choosing to see the colors in that. There's the golds of the sun through dirty skylights, the copper bouncing up from the cheap flooring, the blue shining from the jacket of the kid falling asleep in the front row. Once you think to look for it, you can see the bouncelights and colors, there's a rainbow in even a white wall, I would know, I painted one.

My point is, life is bland, painfully so, or worse, its stressful, painful. One can see things literally, in dull shades, that tree in the yard invites bugs, living near the metroparks means local forest wildlife, a lot of my 'art' nowadays is done in buttercream, and everything is... boring.

Or, you can find the color in the little things, like the ridiculousness of the fact that apparently local herds of deer like to get drunk off fermenting ornamental pears in our front yard, or the comedy of trying to find a way to explain what the hell Mewtwo is to a coworker that's never played pokemon.

I write and present things the way I do because, I choose to see the colors in mundane things. It doesn't make living less painful, but it can make it easier to bear.

#something something philosophy of living something #or figuring out coping mechanisms when you had no health insurance anyways #idk im not actually that good a writer i hope it makes sense tho #I could choose to see everything as tedium #but i don't think it actually helps anything #like a ghibli movie #the importance of the softer things and kindnesses and absurdities #like food i mean gd ghibli makes food look good

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Written Dreams and Photographed Memories

Chapter 1 — Small Town Shenanigans

song inspo: Jesus, Etc. — Wilco Mama’s Boy — Dominic Fike Chandelier — Will Paquin Harness Your Hopes – B-Side — Pavement

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ENTRY 1 — Mar. 14 20xx

sometime around December, my friends and i decided to try making a scrapbook of sorts. polaroid photos, goofy little notes, drawings, stickers, etc. we even planned to take trips to different places to take pictures and make memories. So when January came around, we bought everything we needed. Juno bought the sketchbook, while Teagan had a short list of things we could visit. Most, if not all, were out of state. No one would blame her for the ideas; our city can only entertain for so long. She’s always been the extroverted and adventurous type. And I bought the Polaroid camera and the film.

After telling Carson about the scrapbook, she suggested I keep a journal, too. She said it would be a healthy outlet for my emotions and thoughts, so I figured I’d entertain her suggestion, at least for a while. Maybe it won’t be so bad. It helps me get out the things I can’t tell others without possibly getting locked up in a psych ward.

After having a routine down, you’d think life would be easier to manage. Sure, it’s boring, but consistency is better than unexpectancy.

Routines are easy to form most of the time. Ironically enough, they’re also easy to disassemble. A routine has kept me sane in this town. While it’s not a horrible town, you get tired of it eventually. A small town on the East Coast isn’t always excitable. It has its moments, though.

The most exciting thing you can get is from the movie theater on 12th Street or the mall down on Junesburro Lane.

There’s not much, but it's home, I guess. There’s nothing extravagant about this town, which is nice. It won’t disrupt my routine.

While i enjoy my routine, i’d like to leave this town. Maybe explore the states? Or just settle somewhere else. The only problem is that my family is here, and i’d hate to leave them behind. i know that once i go, i likely won’t come back.

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Crunching footfalls trudged down the road with the occasional car passing by the young adult—who was flicking through his phone, looking for music to listen to through his earbuds and an army green satchel slung over his shoulder.

Cars passed, blowing his hair in front of his face, which he moved back with his hand. He’d be driving to work if his car wasn’t in a mechanic’s shop. Not only would it be faster, but it’d be safer, too. Not like this town is dangerous; the most danger anyone could get into would be from human error… Thinking about it, that can be dangerous.

Reaching the intersection, he quickly glanced at each side of the road. Cars drove down the road, and he waited for an opening before gunning it to the other side. He adjusted his satchel on his shoulder and the hood of his jacket as he walked along the paved sidewalk that soon became a dirt and dead grass trail. ‘Why are the sidewalks never consistent in this town?’ He thought, grunting as he jogged down the man-made sidewalk and through a parking lot to the convenience store. He jumps up the curb and to the store’s entrance, grasping the door handle, opening the door, and slipping inside the shitty convenience store. The little bell above the door chimed as the door opened and shut, his Docs Marten’s quietly thumping against the grubby tile floor. The cashier at the counter gave him a tired greeting.

“Hey, Mikey, how ya’ doin’? You on yer way to work?”

“Hey, Marcus. I've been doin’ okay. I figured I’d come up and grab some snacks and bug you.”

Marcus let out a chuckle and replied something that the young adult didn’t hear. Mike walked down the aisles, grabbing snacks before going to the fridges. He looked around for Monster Energy drinks, grabbing four different flavors.

With his arms full of his goods, he awkwardly approached the counter, where Marcus stood behind it.

The young adult on the other side of the counter—was waiting for Marcus to finish ringing up his items while his eyes wandered behind the counter. “...You think you could snag me a pack o’ Marlboro Reds?” Mike mumbled as he dug out his wallet from his hoodie pocket. Marcus snorted, causing Mike to look up at him.

“Fat chance… $28.19 is yer total, kid.”

Mike scoffs, rolling his eyes and pulling out his money—a 10, three 5s, three 1s, and some change. He sat it on the counter and slid it to the cashier. Marcus took the money off the counter. “I’m 20. ‘M no kid…” “Sure… Says the one who asked me to sell cigarettes to them illegally.” Mike huffed, pocketing his wallet and reaching for the bag’s handles. Marcus retrieved a pack of Marlboro Reds from the shelves before swiftly turning back to the register and deftly pressing the keys.

"...'Fore you go, ya need'ta pony up 'nother $13," he announced.

Michael glanced at him, silently questioning the demand. Marcus leaned closer with a smirk.

"Ya want yer cigarettes or not, kid?"

Michael grinned, retrieved his wallet, gathered the remaining cash, and handed it over to Marcus, who chuckled as he accepted the money.

Fortunately, it covered the cost of the cigarettes. Marcus tossed the pack and receipt into Michael’s bag with the rest of his snacks and drinks before he snagged the bag off the counter and let it hang by his side. “Now don’t go tellin’ nobody, ‘kay? I’on’t need the owner or bears on my ass now.” Michael nodded, mumbling an ‘okay’ and turned on his heel to leave, checking his watch. 1:45. He had fifteen minutes to get to work before getting another write-up for being late. Again.

He opens his satchel, shoving his snacks and drinks inside wherever they’d fit before closing it back up. He jumped off the curb and jogged down the street to work.

#marble hornets #creepypasta #slenderverse #formatting on here is NOT my specialty--#masky marble hornets #tim wright #brian thomas #hoodie marble hornets #slenderman

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...So am I - Chapter 12

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, non-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader. Character death. “DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat!”

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Chapter 12

It seems like hours later when August returns, you’d been dressed and ready for dinner for a while. The dress fits like a glove, the deep V in the front exposes the delicate curve of your breasts. The rest of the dress hugs your curves, the long split exposing your leg up to your hip bone.

You’ve managed to hide the bruises with makeup, the only lipstick choice was a deep red-purple colour. Despite everything, you feel sexy and powerful. You know that you’ve been dressed for August’s pleasure, he always did enjoy seeing you dressed to attract attention, knowing that only he could have you.

Matching shoes and a clutch bag have also been provided. You look at the spike heels on the shoes and wonder.

August walks into the room, he’s dressed in a dinner suit, fighting the urge to roll your eyes you smile at him, vowing to play along until you’ve figured out what his end game is.

“Are you ready Angel” his deep baritone fills the silence. You nod and start to walk towards the door, suddenly you pause and look up at him, even in the heels you’re still so much smaller than he is.

“Just give me a minute,” you ask him and bolt for the bathroom shutting the door. You hunt around for your jacket, relieved that you left it in here. You grab some Kleenex and your pen, together with lipstick and powder and fill the clutch bag.

You walk out, standing tall as you try to evoke an aura of power, you’ll need all your wits around you tonight, knowing how August likes power games.

August offers you his arm and you link it, feeling like you’re in some dream world.

You get a good look at where you are, a large house or hotel, but it's empty. There just seems to be you and August.

August takes your hand and escorts you down the winding staircase, acting like a perfect gentleman. You’re biting your tongue so hard you can almost taste blood, wondering what the hell was going on.

A short walk to the dining room and August finally lets go of your hand, he pulls your chair out and you sit at the table. It's set for dinner, crisp white linen, silverware and a large lit candle making it seem like an intimate dinner for two. You place your clutch bag on the floor, looking again at the spike heels you’re wearing.

August fiddles with his necktie, it’s strange to see the normally confident and arrogant man almost nervous. You can’t help but study the web of scars over the side of his face. Some of the smaller ones have healed, turning pink and white, but the larger ones still look red and angry. Part of you feels sympathy for him, you’re starting to accept that part of you may well always desire him, possibly even love him. You’ve spent years compartmentalising your past and feelings, part of you deep down knew it was never as simple as black and white, right and wrong.

“Angel” August speaking draws you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, August, what do you want”

“Maybe I just wanted to have dinner with you” something flashes behind his eyes, you can’t quite determine what it is.

“Let’s have dinner then, pour me a drink please” You sit back and cross your legs under the table, the movement causes the dress to gape even more, and you can see August’s gaze slide down over your body.

He moves and pours you a large glass of Chablis, chilled to perfection and absolutely delicious, you savour the flavour as it slips down your throat. You can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

“You seemed to have calmed down, Angel, tell me what’s changed”

“Nothing has changed August, I’m doing what you want, no more no less.” You fix your eyes on him.

“Tell me, was my cousin a deliberate choice, a poor substitute for me?” His voice takes on that hint of arrogance “Did Walter make you come like I did? Did you scream for him as you did for me?”

You grit your teeth, forcing the words out in a hiss “Don’t say his name, you’re not even worthy to clean his boots”

August sits back “Ah, you don’t like talking about him with me, embarrassed are you Angel?”

Sighing heavily, you respond “I didn’t know at first,” you take another gulp of wine “by the time he explained, we were serious about each other. I don’t know why the fuck I’m telling you this by the way”

“Language Angel…” his tone is chiding

“Oh fuck off August, I’ll say what the fuck I like.” He chuckles lightly.

“Did you not realise the likeness? I’ve been told we’re quite similar visually”.

You snort and reach again for the wine, you hadn’t noticed him refilling it.

“I was too busy trying to reassure him that the fact that he’d been unceremoniously fired from Counter Terrorism Command for some bullshit reason didn’t mean he was a bad person.” You fix August with a stare.

“A mutual colleague suggested he try Interpol and I had a certain freedom to hire whom I wanted. The Met Police’s loss was my team’s gain. Later he told me the real reason behind being stripped of his career, seems that being related to a terrorist isn’t a positive characteristic.” You finish with a sneer.

“A mutual colleague recommended him, hmmmm” August smirks and takes a drink

“Just say what you’re dancing around August, I’m bored already.”

“Ah Angel, but there’s no fun in that is there? I thought you were smarter than this”

A noise makes you turn to the doorway, a burly man stomps in with two plates and slams them down on the table.

Looking at the man with a raised eyebrow, you comment snarkily. “Where do you find them August, mercenary finishing school, they all have the same look and such impeccable manners? Hope they don’t mind working for free, I’m sure you’ve disclosed your cashflow problems.” The man slams the door on his way out, you smirk knowing he paid attention to your comments.

“Your mouth has got worse Angel…” you interrupt him “Oh No, my mouth has got smarter and much tougher.”

You both begin to eat in silence, but you can’t stand it.

“What is the plan August, what do you want. I mean I know you want chaos and change and blah blah blah…what is the point of all this?”

He clears his throat “a helicopter crash and this…” he gestures to his face “makes one revisit one’s priorities.” He looks at you and you raise an eyebrow and nod for him to go on.

“I’m doing what I should have done all those years ago, with you.” He goes over to the sideboard and opens another bottle of wine, walking back to refill your glass again.

“You were a means to an end, you know, at first” he’s standing beside you and reaches out to tilt your head up to him, you look up at him through your lashes, the position and closeness bringing back memories, making you clench with desire and feel nauseous at the same time.

“I’m not sure when it changed, but I should have explained more. I realise now that we would have succeeded together. The world can burn as we watch it together. “ He returns to his seat again.

“After you left, I was surprised, at how you managed it and at how it made me feel. It takes someone…special to surprise me. I know that bastard Solo helped you, I thought you were whoring yourself out for him as well. I’d have dealt with him too but he is too well connected”. August pauses, a sneer on his face.

“But then I realised that you wouldn’t have dared to give yourself to someone else. You were scared, I understand that now. I wouldn’t usually allow it, you leaving me like that, but I found myself missing you, not wanting to hurt you. That surprised me.”

You watch him carefully, breathing heavily, your mind is reeling. “August, let’s be honest with each other, for once. You were using me, moulding me into your perfect little double agent and abusing me for your own ends.” Your voice cracks with emotion.

August’s ice blue eyes burn into yours, “You never told me to stop, Angel, you never said no.” his voice is softer now “You matched me every step of the way, we beckoned each other into the darkness.”

He stands and walks over to you again, pulling you up against him. One hand holding you firmly against him, your bodies pressed together, his other hand strokes your face. His lips are impossibly close to yours, his breath fanning across your face.

“God, I’ve missed you, Angel,” his voice breaks “I realised too late what you mean to me, you’re one of the things that kept me going as I crawled from that fucking helicopter crash.”

You grip his wrist as his hand still holds your face, you suddenly feel emotional, tears pricking your eyes. His thumb drifts towards your lips and you can’t help but softly kiss the pad of his thumb.

“Angel, what we had, is the closest to love I’ve ever felt, the thought of seeing you again drove me forward….” He pauses and looks so broken. You can’t help yourself, you crash your lips against his, feeling his surprise before he takes control of your kiss. His tongue teasing your lips open, dancing into your mouth, he groans as you devour each other.

Your eyes flutter as your body remembers, remembers him, his touch, his smell. His hands roam your body, roughly cupping your ass and pulling you even closer. Your fingers graze over his scarred face, he pulls away and grips your wrist. You feel compassion for him in this moment, for the man he could be, for the man he is, perfectly imperfect. He must see it in your face as he lets your wrist go and you tenderly stroke his damaged face. Dropping a soft feather-light kiss against his cheek, you admit the truth, to him and yourself.

“I never stopped loving you August, but what we did together…we bring out the worst in each other. You controlled me but I let you and I couldn’t stand the guilt. No matter how I felt for you, I can’t live with your plan, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”

You pull away and sit down again, feeling lighter after finally being honest with yourself. August stalks back to his chair.

“You seem so sure Angel, if I’m wrong then does that make you right?”

You sigh taking another large drink of wine. “August, I don’t think I’m right, just that slaughtering millions of people is wrong. That’s what makes you the sociopath.”

“Again, Angel, if I’m a sociopath then what are you?” August is smirking, he’s enjoying our verbal sparring.

“Me? Hell I don’t know, maybe I’m just kinky” you grin at August and he laughs. You smile wider at the sound and for a second he looks younger, more carefree. For a moment you almost feel like you’re on a date, relaxed and enjoying yourself. You reach for another drink of your wine and you can feel the smile leave your face. Reality hits hard.

“So tell me then August, dazzle me with your magnificent plans. You’re not still chasing plutonium around the globe after all this time?” You lean forward across the table, “tell me, how do you plan on liquidating that pile of gold bars, last time I checked, cash is still king.” You see a flicker in his eyes and know you’ve hit a nerve.

Sitting back in your chair, you tilt your head at him patronisingly, ignoring his threats “It was one of the most satisfying things I have ever done.”

You remain silent, he can’t help but ask “What was Angel”

“Hitting the button at the bank and watching all that liquid cash disappear out of your account. You see that’s why I’m glad I ended up at INTERPOL, you CIA agents are all the same, always go for the top-secret, guns blazing option.” You examine your nails, feigning nonchalance, “I just walked in the front door with a piece of paper and robbed you blind.”

A door slams followed by heavy footsteps, your eyes widen “uh-oh is that why mercenaries-r-us was so grumpy earlier, not paying the help?”

August stares at you, his features stony, any semblance of humanity has left his face. His eyes are cold, you feel like it's the first time you’ve ever seen the truth behind the facade that is August Walker.

His voice is harsh now, “oh Angel, you have no idea, do you? There is very little that the CIA doesn’t know, those in charge decide if they want to take action, pulling strings here and there, letting a bit of information slip out and then they watch their loyal employees run around doing their bidding, their dirty work, believing it’s for the greater good.”

He’s ranting now, you recognise it from all those years ago “someone sent on a wild goose chase over here, someone assassinated over there, someone placed undercover, it’s all about control, covering every possible eventuality. It’s time it stopped.”

“Christ August still the same old story after all this time, we’re all human, just trying our best.”

It’s his turn to slam his fist down on the table, making you jump in your seat.

“Angel, why are you so blind, why did the CIA turn to you? Walter being recommended to you?”

You grit your teeth, “Don’t mention his name, you fucking shot him, you psychopath”

You’re both holding to your tempers, breathing heavily. It feels like two predators circling, eyeing each other to try and spot a weakness, each making a small move only to retreat. August’s arrogance lets him believe you’re still his prey, how wrong he is.

“You have no idea what I’ve done, what I’m going to do and exactly what I’m capable of.” His voice is flat, emotionless.

August takes a deep breath, “Let's discuss what’s next, I know you, Angel, your dark side, you crave it. You turn it in on yourself rather than be honest, to me, to yourself. Just accept who you are and the relief is exquisite.”

With little to lose you decide to up the ante and try a different angle, you slowly let your tongue lick across your lower lip. Now biting your lip you let your gaze become sultry, tilting your head to one side. August smirks, he knows what you are doing.

He stands again and then kneels next to you, bringing his eyes to your level. “No one has ever understood me like you Angel, accepted me fully. Having you here now I feel more complete than ever, nothing will be able to stop us.”

“No one has ever come as close as you to besting me, but you still have weaknesses, I’ll help you shed those, nothing will hold you back ever again.” He reaches out and cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

His change of mood is giving you whiplash.

He clears his throat and stands, his eyes not leaving your face. “If it’s all right shall we forgo dessert, I’d prefer something…sweeter.” His voice is now deeper. You look down as if unsure, and then feel concerned as your vision starts to go wavy.

He holds out his hand, “How about an after-dinner drink first then?” As you stumble he helps you to stand and moves towards the sofa facing the window, gripping your clutch bag you follow him.

“Whiskey please August, make it a large one” you request and turn to stare out of the glass doors, looking into the darkness. Feeling a little woozy from the wine, you’re drawn closer to the windows. Watching the trees in the distance, the darkness, you think you can see movement but then an owl calls out, a brief flash of light draws your gaze but you shake your head after seeing nothing but stillness out there. You feel lightheaded and so tired, you usually have a high tolerance for wine and you don’t think you drank that much.

August returns and he hands you a tumbler of Whiskey. You swirl the dark amber liquid, inhaling the aroma, you catch a whiff of something unusual but in a second it's gone. August takes a step closer, you can feel his warm body pressed against you, and his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you back even closer to him. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, the smell of his cologne surrounding you.

You take a large drink, wincing slightly at the burn and frowning at the strange aftertaste. “Tell me Angel” August is whispering to you, his lips so close you can feel them brush against your neck as he speaks “have you missed this” and he grinds against you, pressing his hard length against your ass.

Your heart is pounding as you drain your drink. Feeling incredibly relaxed you lean back against August, closing your eyes. The glass falls to the floor, but something in the back of your mind makes you grip tighter to your bag in your other hand.

You hum as warm lips caress your neck, licking and sucking. A large hand slides along your dress, taking advantage of the deep plunge neck, slipping inside to cup a breast. Your nipple hardens instantly, making you moan softly. You’re floating on a cloud of desire, wetness pooling in your expensive underwear. His rough fingers roll your nipple.

“Angel, shall I make you feel good” his voice is rich and deep. “Shall I make you writhe against me in ecstasy?”. The suggestion makes your mouth go dry with need. “All you need to do is talk to me.” You’re now grinding back against him, needing more stimulation, your body is on fire with desire. “You know that only I can satisfy you, you need to please me first.”

Your mind feels so foggy, you were just doing something, it’s important. Then his large hand pinches your nipple making you gasp, his other hand is working into the split in your dress, digging inside your panties. A thick finger caresses your folds, deliberately avoiding your bundle of nerves. An involuntary moan escapes from your lips as you turn to jelly in his arms.

“Angel” the voice whispers “I know you want to orgasm, so badly, just listen to my voice and you can have anything you want” The finger presses down on your clit, making your whole body jolt as a wave of wetness drips from your pussy.

The voice groans, rocking a hard dick against you. Something is stuck in your mind, you have to… the finger moves from your pussy and you wail in need. You’re being held against his rock-hard body, there is something not right.

The deep voice caresses your senses, “I’ll touch you again, but you have to tell me, who else knows about me.”

Your mouth is open as you try and think about what you’re being asked. The need in you is burning, a fire raging deep inside. He firmly grinds against you, his hard cock pressing along your ass cheeks. You can’t think clearly, you need some air, you let your body fall limp and you slip out of his grasp and stumble to the doors, somehow opening them. You drag lungfuls of cold air into you, the cold easing the burning fire inflaming your body.

An alarm is ringing shrilly, you look around the darkness outside, seeing two men dressed in black advancing on you. You’re walking backwards, your eyes on August, you just need a minute to think!

You look as August stalks towards you, you can see the imprint of his huge cock, erect and proud in his trousers. The need for him pools inside you and you stumble slightly, not knowing why you can’t go to him, you’re torn between needing him to touch you and needing to get away from him.

“Don’t touch her, you’ll mess up the suggestions” August snarls at the men. Your eyes widen, you can feel the start of the fog clearing, and you can see the edges of what is happening to you in your mind. All the time you’re slowly edging backwards away from August.

“Angel, listen to me, just focus on my voice, how you feel when I touch you” August is holding out his hand to you, “Answer my question, who else knows about me, how you found me”

You open your mouth to answer, then the words die in your throat as you recall Walter’s voice. You look around frantically not seeing him, your hand still gripping your clutch bag so tightly it’s shaking.

“Stop this August, please” you beg, “I don’t know what’s happening”

“Angel, stop fighting this and give in to me, you know you want to” his voice is like velvet, soothing and rich “don’t make me show you how dangerous I am”

Suddenly making a decision you turn and take off running, as fast as you can in your stupid heels. Shoes tapping on the stone are followed by August’s heavier thuds. You reach a low wall and try and climb over it but the shoes and the dress are in the way, making you slip. You cry in frustration and pain, the burning desire is still fuelled deep inside of you, and you turn to face August.

He presses against you, easily lifting you off your feet, “I warned you, Angel, now it won’t be as pleasant.” You’re hitting him and trying to kick him, but he ignores you like a lion ignores a fly.

“Stop, I don’t want this” you sob.

“The drug will damage you unless you have an injection of oxytocin and dopamine, it makes you pliant to suggestions, to telling the truth….”

You scream at August as he spins you around and bends you over the garden table, you drop your bag as you brace yourself, feeling the rough wood under your palms.

You can feel his hand roughly lifting your dress, fingers digging into your ass painfully. A large hand is pinning you flat against the table.

You turn your head to try and look at him, you can see your bag spilled open on the table and you reach for your pen.

“August, don’t do this…” you struggle against him.

You hear a zipper and feel his dripping cock against your thighs, the sensation causes to you gasp and shiver. It feels so good, and it will only feel better if you let him fuck you.

“A useful side effect is sexual arousal Angel, it's a fantastic interrogation tool,” he leans over you, his lips close to your ear “I want you to beg me”. He tugs harshly on your underwear, ripping them from you, groaning in your ear “this could have been so much more pleasant Angel”

You squeeze the pen in your hand so hard it hurts, you moan and at the same time remove the pen lid. You fight to keep hold of your thoughts. It's on the tip of your tongue to beg him, beg him to ruin you, it will feel so good. You’ve never felt so needy.

He drags his cock between your thighs, coating himself in your juices, “It's for your own good Angel, the other antidote is pleasure, it makes your brain release the right chemicals.” You cry out as he brushes the tip of cock against your clit, the burning cools for a moment.

“August”, you gasp “let me see you please.”

He spins you over and stands between your spread legs, his dick hanging hard and dripping. You lift yourself up on one elbow and the sight of your glistening cunt with his cock so close causes the desire to flare again.

It hurts, so much; you just want it to stop. He rubs himself between your dripping folds, one swift thrust and he’s buried deep inside of you, making you scream and convulse under him. He brings his face close to yours, revelling in the power he has over you.

“Told you I was dangerous Angel” he whispers inches from your face.

You look up at him, bringing the hand holding your pen higher, without its lid it's your hidden covert blade. “So am I August” you hiss and quickly plunge the blade into his carotid artery and out again. It all happens in a split second it seems, he stands and steps back, hands flying to his neck as dark red blood pumps from the hole. You’re frozen in shock.

He starts to call out to his men, but three quick whooshing noises make you look into the darkness. You’re hit with a spray of blood as August’s head explodes with the first shot. You watch, screaming as he falls backwards, hand still clutching his throat, ice blue eyes staring. He’s dead before he hits the floor.

You look for his men and see them lying dead on the ground. You can’t understand what has happened, the pain in your body returns and the heat burns you. Your head is pounding, and your vision going white. You fall to the floor and curl up into a ball, moaning in pain.

You can hear a helicopter land, the noise of boots on the ground, and radios hissing. A grim face covered in camo paint fills your sight, the short buzz cut and bushy beard seem familiar, a voice calls out “Captain” as you finally succumb and pass out.

#henry cavill smut #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill fanfic #dark smut #walter marshall x you

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I would love to see whina with any of her grandchildren and/or Raven.

(an anon also asked for Whina meeting any Eddy (they asked for Bottle of Reddy which is hysterical and deserves credit) so we shall touch on both here for compactness sake)

They are in a small child's bedroom. Raven has a toy rocket that he is showing Whina in a lot of detail.

Raven: This is that part that falls off when it gets into space!

Whina: *on the floor* It does? Where does in land?

Raven: In the ocean!

Alma: *sitting beside her* I'm sorry, I feel as if...do I know you?

Whina: Oh no, I don't think so.

Alma: Oh. But....you came to visit us?

Whina: It seemed like you needed a visit.

Alma: How could you tell?

Whina: Mm. You're doing very well with him, you know.

Alma: I am?

Whina: Oh yes. *reaches out and touches the wing of the rocket, straightening it a little* Where are you headed on the rocket?

Raven: Mars! It's little and hot.

Alma: Just like you, space heater.

Whina: Eddy ran hot too. Used to have the worst time keeping a jacket on her in the winter.

Alma: Sometimes I think I'll have to glue it to him. He gets cold eventually. I'm just...I don't know. I try. I don't care if people think I'm weird, but I want him to be accepted.

Whina: So you find places. You already have. Look how happy he is. *Raven races around the room making rocket noises*

Alma: Why does it feel like failing?

Whina: *puts her arm around her shoulders and draws her in, kissing the top of her head* My girl, that's just a part of it. You're raising a whole human. I made a thousand mistakes that you've already avoided. All will be well.

Alma: *sniffles* Thanks.

Whina: It's just the truth.

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Whina walks into a beautiful restaurant. It's both grand (a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling) and humble (the floor boards beneath her feet are all different as if salvaged and jigsawed together).

Eddy sits at a table near the kitchen.

Eddy: Mama?

Whina: Look at you.

Eddy: What are you doing here? *gets up to hug her. Whina hugs her back, takes the other chair when Eddy releases her*

Whina: I wouldn't miss seeing your restaurant.

Eddy: It's ours. Me and Iz.

Whina: That's wonderful! You built something together to be proud of.

Eddy: Yeah, it's really good. I...I almost named it after you, but it didn't feel right. I'm sorry.

Whina: Don't be silly. I'm glad you think of me sometimes, but this is something new, not a memory.

Eddy: I miss you.

Whina: I miss you too, my girl. Though honestly, I'll see you for dinner tomorrow.

Eddy: I-I never got to tell you. That I'm not a boy.

Whina: You have where I'm from.

Eddy: I did?

Whina: Mhm. It took a long time. I think you came to full realization later too.

Eddy: Huh. you know that makes me feel better. Even if you're not exactly my mom.

Whina: You're a lot like my Eddy, but you know? I think you figured it out better than her. Not just who you are, but how to live.

Eddy: Really?

Whina: How old are you now? 35?

Eddy: 36.

Whina: *points to chandelier* and you already met Stede? And you're already out?

Eddy: Already? I mean it felt so late to meet him.

Whina: Oh baby, it's early and that's beautiful. Tell me about this place.

*Eddy tells her all about Freedom, her life with Stede. About Izzy and Lucius and Roach and Jim. When they wake in the morning, Eddy is in a fantastic mood. Whina is a little tired, but satisifed.*

#waiting room roundtable

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kc rewatches the bear, episode 1.

under the cut are just gonna be my thoguhts and ramblings after rewatching this episode! don't know how coherent they will be but ppl seem to want this so!

lots to say about the little dream sequence that we see at the beginning of the bear. i think giving it one thing to represent is hard, but maybe it's about the grief. bear being carmy's nickname and the bear being the name of the restaurant they wanted to open? idk . just kinda feels like carmy is constantly trying to keep it in a cage, even if he knows it needs to be let out somehow.

love the loud frantic nature of this first episode. love that they throw you right into everything.

i also LOVE how much of a problem solver this episode shows us that carmy is. the fact that he has to get cheaper beef because of the financial situation, not only figures out how the fuck to get more, but he also figures out the exact timing of how he needs to prepare this different cut to make sure everything is ready? idk i love him

his denim!!!!! i forgot we also get to see his closet a little...... the knowledge that he knows about his denim. he has it in his fucking cabinets and his oven and his closet!!! i fucking adore him. he's giving fucking everything for this place. i want to explode

only has ramen in his cabinets as far as food goes. he is such a goober

the constant focus on the clock. feeling like it's watching him. feeling like he's running out of time? idk. IDK!!!

sydney....... MY WIFE!!!!! i love her so dearly. i also love their first meeting? carmy callling out "why tf are you here" and her responding with the exact same question. they truly have the same brain and i love it.

carmy really was the best chef in the whole united states. and i doubt anyone who doesn't have any culinary interest even knows that or believes it LMFAO

"carmen there's a girl" why did that send me

i love the lil banter between everyone that has already worked there. really ups the vibe that all of these people are incredibly close and i know they have been through a FUCK ton together because michael was always fucking shit up.

RICHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

do you think richie took over before carmy got in there. because richie talks about "fucking up my system" and i just think-

ok yea richie did i forgot about the "why didnt he leave it to you then" line

also love the idea of richie being like an older brother to carmy (maybe more than michael was? idk man) and like. that being part of why he's so willing to keep richie at arms length because his other older brother hurt him so fucking badly

also........... do not...... do not TALK to me about how carmy cuts the spaghetti . do not FUCKING TOUCH ME. another way he is pushing his brother away. i thikn part of the changes is just him trying to fix things but i think this SPECIFIC one is because he is trying to get away from the pain

"it made you a gayrod" no he's always been bi richie

richie not knowing or not facing how bad the financial situation is. carmy being the only fucking one to face it. i dunno! something about how his family never faces anything and carmy is desperately trying to break that cycle!!

FAK!!!!!!

everyone else trying desperately to hold onto michael by keeping tradition vs carmy trying to get rid of him. no one wanting to deal with their grief. im really fUCKING SAD.

he got rid of the jacket mikey game him :((((((((

THE DRAWING OF THE BEAR RESTURUANT I AM UNWELL!!!!!!!!!

his knife on the floor :(((

mikey flashbacks. i am going to throw myself out of a window i think

SUGAR!!!! i love you sugar :(( i am so sorry you have the two worst brothers known to man. i am kidding. the way that carmy holds her so tight makes me want to explode. he loves his big sister so much.

sugar knowing carmy deserves better than just this run down shop that mikey was struggling to keep afloat. everyone else acting as if he doesn't know what he's doing. but she wants to get him out because she knows how talented he is!!!

"i'm gonna fix this place" "no one is asking you to" SHUT UP!!!!!!!

fak and richie. bromance of the century prove me wrong

carmy unable to relax during family dinner. he is not including himself at all. i dunno!! the fact that he doesn't know how to connect with people! everything about him just says he's scared of people. who can blame him!!!

carmy please stop getting your ass kicked

i forgot how much early season richie makes me angry LMFAO . i love him but. it does make his arc better but. idk the fact that everyone keeps telling carm that he can't do it makes me angry.

marcus you absolute beam of light !!!!!

one other thing i love about the focus on the clock is like. this show is so fast paced and yet so much time goes by in every episode. it truly lets us know how absolutely fucking intense it is to work at the beef

#out.#this got So Long #kc watches the bear

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himbotiem · 1 year

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I posted 27 times in 2022

10 posts created (37%)

17 posts reblogged (63%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 25 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 12 posts

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#sk8 - 3 posts

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Longest Tag: 82 characters

#im sorry this is so short but its liek 3 am and i habe a 10 am class im veyr sorry

My Top Posts in 2022:

This was just a little thing I did for @scorphargrove’s fic on Ao3, Bite Back. I highly recommend it, I could not put it down lmao, AND the first chapter of the sequel came out recently :D

This drawing is supposed to be in chapter 5 I think? When billy and the reader walk back into the Halloween party and try to have a good time, I wanted to get that like. Initial when they get on the dance floor time frame I guess, when it feels like it’s just those two together lol. There’s supposed to be silhouettes of the crowd of people around and behind them but I don’t know if I executed it right 😅 also I completely forgot reader had Billy’s jacket on till like halfway through the third sketch, so it’s a little stiffer than I’d have liked. I do really like how I did his hair tho!! References are ur best friend forever frfr!

This isn’t the best drawing bc the pose was kicking my ass 😭 hope u like it :3

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Should I get back into writing?? I’ve been wanting to but idk who/what to write about 😅

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Literally no rush but pls,, I hope you finish those Hiromi fics someday 😭 cause your writing is so good!!!

aaaa sorry 😞 I will I will but school’s been kicking my ass and I’ve been trying to apply to college and stuff so I haven’t had time for our favorite skater!!! Thank you so much for the reminder though, sorry I died

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HAPPY BIRHH YH DAY TO SHAODW ALSO I FOUND OUT TODAY SEAOSN TWO WAS CONFIRMeD IM GONNA CRY

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My #1 post of 2022

prompt: "why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

plot: the sk8 family trying to throw shadow a birthday party but hiromi forgot his own birthday

Thanks sm for the request!!! I hope you like it :) sorry if the ending was rushed, but it’s 4 months late 😓

warnings: none! Unless glitter counts

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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY HIROMI!!

Throwing a surprise party couldn’t be that hard, right?

Wrong.

Even with the brain power of a child, two seventeen year olds, an Italian chef, and a calligrapher (who is really just hogging all the brain cells), they were still only able to make the building look a little less than mediocre.

“C’mon, it's the old man’s 25th birthday! We gotta keep going!” Reki said. He was about to fall from putting up streamers in the tallest possible corner of Joe’s restaurant, before Langa steadied the stool he was on.

“Reki, this place is the best it’s probably gonna get.” Joe came out of the kitchen with a badly iced cake, “come tell me what to write on here,”

“Just write ‘you’ve aged.’ that’ll be funny,” Miya didn’t look up from his game, but he did give a little mischievous grin at his suggestion.

“I am not writing ‘you’ve aged.’ that would be weird.”

“Then just add ‘well’ and a smiley face.” Reki said.

“‘Well, smiley face, you’ve aged? That doesn’t sound nice-”

Cherry was tired from their shenanigans all day, “Just write Happy Birthday, you damn gorilla,” and as he turned, he actually saw the cake. “Do you even know how to ice a cake?” he didn’t wait for an answer as he brought it back into the kitchen to fix the horrid decoration job. Hopefully it tasted better than it looked, Cherry had his work cut out for him.

With that, Joe figured they should probably finish up the final touches on everything, and Miya, Reki, and Langa were left in the restaurant with no adult supervision. Worst idea yet, the three of them were already up to trouble. Reki still thought the space could use more pizazz, as he knows Shadow is no simple man. Reki took a cup of glitter and started trying to find somewhere to put it, maybe on the tables? Yeah, that sounded good. He grabbed a pinch and sprinkled it over the plastic tablecloths, for some variety. He didn’t notice, but Langa was sneaking up behind him to get some glitter. By the time Reki figured it out, it was too late, and it was already everywhere.

“Dude! I just washed this hoodie!” Reki said with a smile. He laughed as he threw some glitter as a revenge attack, not noticing that Miya was right behind Langa.

As the first speck of glitter hit the console, Miya was up and throwing glitter back at his assailants. Reki ducked behind a booth, hopefully he'd be safe here. Alas, a face full of green and purple glitter hit him, very on brand. Reki got his own red ammo, and released it onto the catboy.

“What is going on here?” Oh noooo, mom’s back. They halted their war in fear of the pink haired man. “I can’t deal with this right now- Go visit the flower shop and tell his manager she needs to keep him busy. I need to sweep up this mess.” Without a word, the three boys marched single file out the door, sent on their mission.

They weren’t very subtle. Miya, Reki, and Langa went to try to tell Shadow’s- Uh, Higa’s Manager about his surprise birthday. While he was working. They didn’t plan out Cherry’s request that well.

Oh no, Higa came out of the break room, and Mrs manager went downstairs to work on a pick up order. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the devil’s dandruff all over the ground.

“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere.”

The three boys look down and they all start talking over each other, though none saying the truth. Higa was not having it, the more they panicked, the more it fell from their hair and clothes.

“No- you know what I don’t care, get out,” Higa started pushing the boys out the door, not without (very sparkly) protest. He just got done sweeping the main floor, and now these hooligans left a snail trail of unicorn barf that he’d have to clean up before more customers came in. It was a busy day too, Higa could barely have the time to think. He woke up, came to work, and has been busting his behind all day! He didn’t even remember his birthday, it was that bad. The days leading up to today hadn’t been easier either, what with everyone wanting bouquets for some reason.

By the time Reki, Miya, and Langa had gotten back to the restaurant, with an incomplete mission by the way, Oka had been called to help clean up the rest of the glitter while Cherry had to go back to the cake. Oka gave Reki the broom and dustpan he was using, sighing as he walked away to make sure other things were in order.

“What were you guys thinking, roughhousing so close to the start of the party,” Oka was getting ready to pick up Higa, unaware that the boys never got to tell the manager to keep him there. Reki was busy sweeping, Langa taking out trash bags, so Miya had to run after him out the door.

“Ah, wait! He might be home, I don’t- uh, we didn’t get to tell the manager to have him stay at work. I don’t know.” Oka nodded at the new information, and Miya dashed back in after a fallen streamer.

Oka figured he had nothing to lose if he checked the shop first, so he started there. Luckily, Shadow was just leaving. Oka ripped off his helmet and jogged to the locked door to wait for him to come out. He soon heard the door chime and he rose to meet Shadow.

“Oka, I uh- what are you doing here?” Shadow was confused, so Oka vaguely gestured to the moped and held out a helmet.

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fific7 · 3 years

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Evil Twins - Part 1

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

New York City

Billy Russo awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and grabbing for his Glock. What the hell? Thunder was rumbling loudly overhead and he sighed, putting the gun back under his pillow and laying his head back down. It was probably the bright flash of the lightning followed by the beginning of the thunderclap that had awakened him.

He was just closing his eyes again when he spotted something, only vaguely visible in the dim light from outside, in the corner of his room. It was…. swirling?

Grabbing his gun again, he sat up and pointed the Glock at the corner. It was getting bigger. “You’ve got two seconds to show yourself before I blow your fucking head off,” he announced, calmly.

He squinted a bit to get a better look but it didn’t make much difference. What the fuck was it?! Smoke? He decided he had no choice and leant over, switching on the wall-mounted bedside light.

The… smoke cloud?… was still increasing, becoming bigger and blacker with every second. Then he saw the vaguest silhouette of a tall figure within it, moving towards him. He leapt out of bed, on the far side of it so it was between him and whatever the fuck this was.

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Aleksander Morozova - or General Kirigan, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, the Starless Saint, whichever of his many names he decided to call himself at any given point in time - could see a tall figure brandishing some kind of strange gun at him as he began to emerge from the swirling shadows.

Following certain unfortunate incidents - including a huge and furious argument with his darling mother - he’d decided it would be politic to get out of Ravka for a while, much as he didn’t really want to. But this wasn’t where he should’ve ended up. What was this place?

He emerged completely from the shadows and immediately felt something bounce off his kefta. He heard a ‘ding’ and looked down at the wooden floor at his feet. A bullet.

Looking quickly back up, he saw that the man opposite him was glaring at him, eyes wide and unbelieving, gun still pointing at him. He also realised that looking at this man was like looking in a mirror.

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Billy was dumbfounded. He’d just shot the fucker! And the bullet had bounced off him. Fuck. He threw the gun down onto the bed and slid his hand under his other pillow, pulling out his Ka-Bar. No way he’d get past that.

He took a moment to have a good look at the dude opposite him.

Dressed in riding boots and some kinda long black tunic thing, with a black fur-collared full-length cape over it. What a freak! Was he a goth or something? But then he realised something even freakier…. this guy looked exactly like him.

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The two of them were still contemplating each other, when finally Billy spoke. “Who are you? And what are you?”

Aleksander laughed. “Usually it’s me asking those questions.” Billy huffed, “You’re in my fuckin’ apartment, so just answer them!” He saw the guy draw himself up, and he said, “I am Aleksander Morozova, also known as General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army of the Grisha.”

“Means fuck all to me,” grunted Billy. “One name not enough for you? And why do you look like me? Are you some kinda shapeshifter or somethin’?”

“I have many names because I am centuries old. And I don’t know what a… shapeshifter?…is,” said the other, “…but I am the Shadow Summoner. And who are you? Where is this?” he waved a hand round at the apartment.

Billy scoffed, “Centuries old?!! Oh fuck off. You’re the same age as me by the looks of ya! I’m Billy Russo, ex-US Marine Lieutenant and now CEO of Anvil. That’s a security company, mainly staffed by ex-military vets. And this….” he also waved his hand around, “…is my penthouse apartment in New York City.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I have never heard of that place.”

Billy eye-rolled, “How can you not have heard of New York?!” he asked, incredulously. “And what the fuck is a Shadow Summoner?”

“It’s becoming obvious we are from two different worlds. I seem to have been diverted from my intended course, I don’t know why,” shrugged Aleksander. “Well maybe it’s time you took off to wherever it is you were headed for in the first place,” said Billy.

“It seems that I have been brought here for some specific reason,” replied Aleksander, “and it also seems I cannot leave for the moment, I have already tried.” He waved both hands around, firstly extending and then curling up his fingers, watching them closely as he did but it was clear that nothing at all was happening. “You see? Nothing. It is worrying to me. My shadows are no longer obeying my commands at present.”

Billy sighed and perched on the edge of his bed, “Great! Just fuckin’ great! This is just…! So when can you leave?” The other man spread out his arms, “I have no idea.”

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Devon, UK

Way across the Atlantic, you were already hard at work in your little bookstore in Appledore, Devon. You had a snug apartment above the store and had filled it with lots of your favourite things. It was a cute little coastal town and you loved living there. The community was small and friendly especially in the winter months, only increasing in summer with all the tourists who came to stay. As long as you made a decent living during the holiday season - which you normally did - then winter was a much calmer, chilled time of year.

You added a final book to the new display in the centre of your store and stepped back to take in how it was looking. Yeah, not bad if you did say so yourself. It was comprised of a fantasy trilogy for young adults about some ancient guy who could summon up shadows, and was a bit of a villain from what you could tell from the story synopsis on the book covers.

Not your cup of tea, to be honest. Generally speaking, all types of action stories were more your thing - something with a bit of ‘va-va-voom’. In fact, you were looking forward to tonight when you’d decided you were going to sit down with a nice tub of ice cream and rewatch one of your favourite series. The one with a relentless avenging ex-Marine whose family had been killed and his psycho ex-Marines buddy. Who happened to be rather hot to your mind.

You sighed a little, heading back behind the counter. That was the only thing about Appledore. It was a lovely place, but there was a distinct lack of hot guys.

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New York City

Billy and Aleksander were sitting on separate sofas in Billy’s living area, eyeing each other warily. Aleksander had been trying to explain to Billy all about his world, the Grisha, the Fold, volcras, Ravka, the Sun Summoner, sand skiffs - as much as he could.

It had blown Billy’s mind, to be honest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In turn, he’d explained all about his military career and the shitshow which had eventually developed once he’d come back to New York. Aleksander looked as equally confused as Billy.

Billy sighed, “I mean, what the hell are you gonna do? You don’t belong here. I need to go to work in a couple of hours. I’m not leaving you here so I’d need to take you to Anvil with me, and you sure as hell can’t go out looking like that.”

Aleksander looked down at his kefta which he’d unbuttoned. His cape was draped over the back of the sofa. “What is wrong with the way I look?” he huffed. “S’pose I could always say you were going to a Comic Con,” muttered Billy. “A what?” “A Comic Con. it’s where fans of fantasy comics go to have fun. They dress up as their favourite characters sometimes. I could always say it was cosplay.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Are you saying I’d look out of place in my uniform? All the Grisha wear these,” he pointed at his kefta. “Not what we wear here,” said Billy, “…and I still don’t get why you look so much like me.”

“I have no idea!” said Aleksander, through gritted teeth, “I told you that already!” “Alright, alright! Calm down.” “I AM CALM!!!” roared the other man.

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New York City

Slightly later that morning, Billy was showered, suited and booted and ready for work. He’d persuaded his uninvited visitor to put on a borrowed leather jacket of Billy’s over his kefta as Aleksander refused to take it off. He’d also made him put on a pair of black trainers, which he’d done very reluctantly. These two items had instantly transformed the freaky-looking guy into someone at least a little more acceptable to your average New Yorker.

Aleksander was wriggling around in the jacket, “It’s not very comfortable.” Billy heaved yet another large sigh - he felt like this was all he’d been doing this morning - “Look, just wear it! You’ll get used to it.” He noticed the other guy sniffing at the collar of the jacket, then his eyes lifted to Billy’s, “You wear perfume?!” “Men’s cologne,” snapped Billy, “or aftershave, as it’s also known because - guess what! - you use it after you’ve shaved!”

His fingers stroking his chin, Aleksander nodded, “Okay, that I understand. We do not use this perfume in Ravka.” “Cologne!” yelled Billy. “Fine, cologne then. Why don’t you like it when I call it perfume? That’s what it is, after all.” “Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Okay? Now c’mon, I’m gonna be late.”

Billy strode over to his front door and tried to open it. The handle wouldn’t budge. He shook it, rattled it, pulled the door handle back and forward, exerting more and more strength but nothing worked. He stood back from the door. “It won’t open,” he said, rather unnecessarily. He looked at Aleksander, “Is this you? Or something to do with you?” “No!” he protested, “I have nothing to do with this.”

A somewhat raspy female voice spoke from behind them, “No, but I do.”

The two men swung round, both gaping as they saw that there were what could only be described as rippling waves distorting the whole interior of Billy’s flat. The light had also diminished quite drastically and then they both saw a woman’s head and shoulders start to become defined and then fully visible in amongst the ripples. She seemed to float there at head height but she obviously wasn’t physically present.

“Mother!” exclaimed Aleksander.

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Devon, UK

You snuggled down amongst the soft cushions on your sofa, tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and scrolled to the series you were looking for. It was quite gory in places but you loved it - except for the bit right at the end where the hot dude got killed. That made you sad although you couldn’t deny he definitely had psychopathic tendencies.

As you were looking for the one you wanted to watch, another series caught your eye in the ‘Suggested for You’ section. Hey, it must be based on that trilogy of books you had in the store right now. Maybe you’d give it a try after you’d finished your current one.

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New York City

“Mother?” echoed Billy, “….what’s going on here?!”

The woman’s head swivelled towards him then back to Aleksander. “My two boys, together again. How sweet.”

“What!?” said the two men in tandem. She gave a bitter laugh, “How I managed to produce two such problematic children, I’ll never know.” “What are you talking about, Baghra?” ground out Aleksander. Billy was just standing there, dumbfounded and looking between the two of them when suddenly her glare focussed in on him.

“Maxim.” Billy returned her stare, “I’m Billy!” he corrected her. She shook her head, “You will forever be Maxim to me. And as I’m your mother, do not argue with me. Now…. no doubt Aleksander has been making a great fuss about how he’s many centuries old, has he?” “He did mention it,” said Billy, begrudgingly. She nodded, “I thought he might have. Listen to me, both of you. You are twins, so obviously you were born within minutes of each other. To me.” The two men exchanged glances, before looking back at her. “It became obvious to me that Aleksander - from a relatively early age - was going to cause himself and everyone around him nothing but trouble and strife, so I took a radical step.” “What did you do, Baghra?” questioned Aleksander.

“If you’d have patience, I’m trying to tell you!” she snapped, before continuing, “I got one of the few Heartrenders in existence at that time to take Maxim out of Ravka to a secret location. There, he placed him in long-term suspended animation. When you…” she pointed an accusatory finger at Aleksander, “….started all that nonsense with the Sun Summoner and hunting for the stag, I travelled with another Heartrender to where Maxim was, and brought him out of his enforced hibernation. I had to protect him as there was no guarantee you’d survive, Aleksander.” She stared at his scowling face and carried on speaking.

“He had no memories remaining of his past life and so I took him into the forest, there is a portal there which only I know of. There used to be more knew about it but I am the only one left now. Other universes can be reached through it. And I decided to send Maxim to another one. This one. It was only three months ago in Ravkan time, but in this universe more than thirty years have passed.”

“Wait… what?!” Billy was pissed. “You… you just threw me into some portal and walked away? Not knowing where I would end up?” “I had to save one of my sons!” she spat out, “…the other one had lost his mind and was on a collision course with disaster!” Billy put his head in his hands, before looking up again and raging at her, “I was abandoned for a second time by the woman I thought was my mother in this universe! She was a drug user, a total mess! I was placed in an orphanage… it was terrible!” He saw a remorseful look pass over her face for a split second, “I am sorry, Maxim! But I had no choice. Then I had to step in again when he…” pointing again at Aleksander, “….was nearly killed by volcras. I managed to get him to the portal before he fully regained consciousness. He thinks it was his idea to leave Ravka after we had an argument, but I managed to plant that idea in his mind before I pushed him into the portal.”

Billy and Aleksander both snorted in unison, then glanced at each other again. Billy looked back at her, “You’re sorry? That doesn’t quite cover it. I went to war! And now I’m in a very bad situation due to things which went down in Afghanistan during that war.” Aleksander chipped in, “And how dare you make a decision like sending me to another universe without consulting me first?”

The sigh Baghra gave echoed round the apartment. “You are a pair of ungrateful whelps! And now it sounds like I have to get you of trouble too!” She pointed at Billy this time. “I firstly had to find some very old documents about it, but I managed to find out how to enter the limbo section of the portal, which this is, because I wished to speak to both of you before I sent you on your next journey.” She lifted her hands and swirled them around in a kind of ritualistic fashion, “Be on your way to the next universe!” she chanted, and suddenly the rippling got even more pronounced.

Billy and Aleksander began feeling overwhelmingly dizzy, feeling as if they were falling but in fact realised they seemed to be rushing through time and space.

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Devon, UK

It was Saturday tomorrow so because you could sleep in a bit as you opened later, you finished the first series (but not the second one - it always upset you) of the one you’d originally been watching, and had then moved on to the one based on the trilogy.

You peered more closely at your TV screen - yeah! you were right, the hot bad guy looked so similar to the hot bad dude in the other series they could be twins! Was it the same actor? You’d need to check on the credits but it must be, surely.

No reflection on the series you were watching, but having finished your ice cream you dozed off during episode 6.

You woke up - you had no idea how much later - and as you sat up slightly, realised that you were feeling very strange. Standing up from the sofa, you were so dizzy that you collapsed back down onto it. You tried not to panic, but you’d no clue as to why you felt so unwell all of a sudden.

Then you noticed that your apartment appeared to be rippling. Rippling??!! What the…. The rippling waves began to die down a little and you were suddenly aware of two looming figures standing over you. Their outlines and features slowly became more defined, more solid, and eventually you realised you were looking up at both the hot bad dudes from the TV.

Of course you were.

Okay, your reeling mind said to you, maybe the celestial Powers That Be had been listening when you were complaining about the lack of hot guys in your town.

They were both looking down at you, clear interest in their eyes. Maybe because you were wearing silky shorts with matching tank T. Your sleepwear didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

So you stared at them, and they stared right back at you, although again you were acutely aware of two sets of very dark eyes roaming all over your body.

You wondered if someone had spiked your ice cream.

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yours - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k

before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.

you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.

yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.

jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”

“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”

“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”

“you’re such a fucking leo.”

he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.

“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”

he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”

“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.

it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-

“let’s go home, yeah?”

he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.

it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.

“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.

your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”

“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.

“what?”

“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.

“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”

“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”

“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”

“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”

you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”

“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”

“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.

“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.

and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.

“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”

“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”

“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”

“hm?”

“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”

“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”

“what d’you mean?”

“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.

“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”

he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”

“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!

“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”

“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”

“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.

his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-

“what else would you be, jaem?”

he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.

he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.

“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.

“you wanna know what else i could be?”

you nod. “please.”

“i could be yours.”

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