#and maybe his lil icy heart warms along the way when he sees his little sister DETERMINED to help their older siblings
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Hello, hope you don't mind me coming in so much to posit a lot of What If questions. BUT YOU CANT STOP ME EITHER WAY! You've just made a really good sandbox world to ponder in lol
But! I'm on my lunch and NEEDED to ask you: I can probably assume that you've thought about an AU where Jacqueline was the firstborn and therefore got cursed. BUT! What if it was THE TWINS that were born first? Twins -> Jack -> Jacqueline birth order.
Would the curse only work on one twin? Would it work on both? How devastating do you think it would be for Blaise to deal with two cursed twins? How MORE devastating would it be for him to watch as only one twin is cursed and they both have a violent falling out HAVING TO WATCH THE CYCLE CONTINUE YET AGAIN!?
How would Jack and Jacqueline deal with their oldest sibling (or siblings) being cursed and evil?
I know we're on the cusp of receiving more Blaise angst in the next chapters, but just a whole lot of family angst please!
Do you know, I have tango'd with the idea of reverse age order, where Fino and Fiera came first, THEN Jack and Jacqueline, and I've never actually been able to like. Figure it out in my head! I think a younger Jack and Jacqueline is an absolutely HORRIBLE thing, could you IMAGINE???? They'd be gremlins, my god, there's only a few hundred years between them instead of a thousand and an almost half and they'd be TROUBLE. ON TOPIC NOW
I've no idea which twin actually came first. I think Fiera's older? But some days she says Fino is older? But I'm like, 80% sure Fino's the baby. By a few seconds if anything. Anyway, rambles aside, lemme. Rotate this in my head all day as I slowly answer this bc now I'm thinking! Now I am THINKING.
Anyway, we love to see what ifs so please, don't apologize! SO. Let's what if! Here's how I think it would go...
I think that they would share the curse, a la the way Eda and Lilith do in The Owl House. MAYBE they're both born with it; maybe it's just the one. Regardless, they look out for one another because curse aside, that's their hecking TWIN. So somehow, in some way, whether it be one gets it and the other finds a way to use magic to split it, or they are both born with half a curse, they're sharing it.
And it's. It's rough. given that it is divided, they're not as evil as they could be, but they have some bad days, some worse days, sometimes they're both doing schemes, other times one is scheming and the other is being a voice of reason. Basically, the entire time they are cursed, they're out here supporting each other, both WITH evil schemes/shenanigans, and maybe NOT doing that particular one. I will say, though, that a cursed Fino and Fiera duo would deff be responsible for some (if not all) of the following, and more probably:
Pompeii
Every fire London has ever had, ever
Global warming/climate change
Waters receding
Summers being WAY TOO HOT
Forest fires
Most famous explosions
The Titanic, somehow, but that was an accident, for real, they mean it
They're chaotic! And they don't really have a sort of focus on any one particular like, legendary figure or anything. They're just here to ruin everything. They're trying not to, most days! Really! But it's HARD. They just can't not set the thing on fire. And when Fino starts dipping into the warlock stuff? Dear god. Shenanigans do be RAMPING UP.
Blaise is just constantly exhausted. He is too tired to even THINK of the moral consequences or how he feels or anything like that. His daily mantra is "FUCK my STUPID, FUCKING BROTHER". I think if the Twins were BOTH cursed, he'd 100% believe in the curse and just. Curse Pyros back, maybe even. Winter, meanwhile, is too warm to function. This house is too hot. But she agrees with Blaise 100%: FUCK Pyros, man. That guy SUCKS.
BUT ANYWAY, I've no idea when Jack comes around, but when he does, the Twins do tone it down a notch. they're like, look, there's a kid involved? Maybe we should like. Try to keep it cool. Winter's happy to finally have ANOTHER WINTER SPRITE in the house. Finally, she can cool off.
OH. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD PROBABLY HAPPEN??????
THE TWINS WOULD PROBABLY GROW RESENTFUL TOWARDS JACK! ESPECIALLY SINCE HE IS, AFTER ALL, JACK FROST, RIGHT? SO HE GETS THE TITLE AND MAKES A NAME FOR HIMSELF AND IS KNOWN BY ALL AND FINO AND FIERA AREN'T AND THIS DEFFS UPSETS THEM. OH MY GOD. OH NO. AND THEN JACQUELINE COMES AROUND, AND SHE IS THE BABY OF THE FAMILY, AND JACK IS LIKE, LOOK AT MY LITTLE SISTER! AND SHOWS OBVIOUS FAVOURITISM, AND OH MY GOD. THE RESENTMENT BUILDS.
Sorry this is so rambley, but like. I am thinking as we go here! This is a Live Dani Reaction! Anyway, the downside to all of these speculations is that I see NO way in which Jacqueline doesn't STILL get hurt bad, barring the obvious "Only one twin is cursed, the other isn't at fights to save their Twin, only to get hurt badly in the end in the Twin's own version of the day of darkness". AND THEN, seeing all FOUR kids be part of this infeuding fallout thing, my god. Repeating the cycle? these fuckos are out here doing it at TWO TIMES THE SPEED, APPARENTLY!
Okay this is SUCH a ramble, I am SO sorry, let me tl;dr some answers for you:
The curse could work on one twin, or both! I personally like the idea of them sharing it, bc it would frustrate both Blaise AND Pyros and that is HILARIOUS to me
Pyros being like COME ON. BE MORE EVIL and Blaise being like PLEASE. BE LESS EVIL. As the pair of them pull one way over the other and deal with this life long struggle of being cursed stony!
IF they share it, they would grow resentment when Jack gets his title, and even more resentful when Jacqueline comes along bc of favouritism from Jack, and also favouritism they'd perceive from Blinter, though Blinter wouldn't show obvious favouritism to the two younger kids.
(Jack's an ass, though. He WOULD show favouritism amongst the siblings, and not being the cursed kid wouldn't change that at all lmao)
And this would lead to a DoD tragedy with the Twins hurting Jacqueline, because in the "they share it" option, there is no way Jacqueline DOESN'T get Day of Darkness'd, FIRE edition.
Anyway (so much for a tl;dr)
IF one twin is cursed but not the other, either
A) the not-cursed Twin would find a way to share the curse, or
B) they would have a DoD equivalent fallout
And yes, Blaise would be heartbroken by this! Because the cycle, despite his best attempts, continues once again; he's been dragged back into his toxic family's shit, the history has repeated himself and he tried EVERYTHING to avoid it but couldn't do it! Devastating blow for the groupchat! It isn't his fault but of course he'd blame himself.
Jack would probably be really shitty right back to them any time they were super evil to him, whereas Jacqueline, being the lil bundle of energy and excitement and absolute sunshine she was as a kid, would ADORE her twin siblings and be ALL over them which I'm sure would get annoying to a point
She'd probably try, when she's older, to find a way to help them. Could you imagine? A travelling sorcerer Jacqueline, who picks up on the Warlock blood and learns as MUCH as she can to try and help her older siblings, bc she sees how hard it's been for them; she sees how much they've upset Jack, and she sees how much it hurts her parents and by the GODDESS, SHE IS GOING TO BREAK THIS DAMNED CYCLE OR HER NAME ISN'T JACQUELINE WINTER FROST, LEGATE TO JACK FROST, SORCERESS EXTRAORDINAIRE (she'd totally call herself a sorceress bc it sounds badasss and sorcerers would get mad at her like YOU ARE USING ALL THE MAGIC! YOU ARE A WARLOCK NOT A SORCERER! and she, of course, would reply with an I do what I WANT)
So yes, a LOT more angst on ALL fronts, especially with Blaise! But I think that Jacqueline's determination to break the cycle, her unrelenting positivity and her "idgaf that you don't think I can/should do this, I AM GOING TO DO IT" attitude really kinda moves them all!
And maybe, maybe she manages to break the curse just through sheer determination. Or maybe she runs into Lucy in her travels, who helps her break their curse. who's to say! There's so many ways it could go! But by GOD if I don't love every single one of the possibilities that I've thought of, LET ALONE the ones anyone reading this may think of along the way!
#andie this was a doozy (affectionate)#holy SHIT SNACKS#this is such a fascinating prospect! i NEVER considered the CURSE with the OLDER TWINS scenario#dying about how high fantasy all these would be. holy HELL#jack reluctantly helping jacqueline#and maybe his lil icy heart warms along the way when he sees his little sister DETERMINED to help their older siblings#and so he joins in too#and then winter is like this is amazing. i'm helping too#and she probz gives a very despondent blaise a very intense speech about breaking the mother fucking cycle#and if the other kids are trying then by the goddess WE WILL TOO#and blaise eventually being like you are RIGHT. I'M NOT LETTING PYROS BREAK ANOTHER FAMILY. MY FAMILY. LET'S DO IT#i'm EXPLODING ABOUT IT ANDIE#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#dani answers#cs aus#crystal springs#ask box shenanigans#alpharra#long post#i'll think of where to place the uh. read more. if needed. at some point#and yes i have considered a reversal where jacqueline's the eldest and jack's the second/middlest!!!#needless to say. jacqueline is one hell of a villain#thanks for the ask! i love these SO MUCH
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keep me warm - jhs | m
cause you keep me and nice and you keep me warm. wanna feel you on me, can't wait to get back there again - texas sun, khruangbin
✹ summary- camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.
✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
✹ pairing- jung hoseok x reader
✹ word count- 3.9k - she’s a short lil quick dip ;)
✹ genre- smut. lol thats it. cant say there is much plot here besties!!! but there is big brother namjoon, brothers best friend hoseok, established relationship!!!
✹ warnings- explicit smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be smart pls!), sex in a tent, a little exhibitionism???, fingering, finger sucking, creampie, lil bit of cum play but not really, hoseok is a dirty dirty boy and i love that about him tbh
✹ a/n- helloooo. i’ve been sitting on this and finally finished it!! thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner and beta reading and general support. i was inspired to write this fic when i went camping but pls be warned that sex in a tent is not as sexy as this fic makes it seem 🤕 ILY BESTIES!!! lemme know your thots!!!
The annual Kim Family camp out is an event you haven’t missed since your seventh birthday when you had chicken pox. It’s an outing that has gained notoriety among your friends, a monumental yearly occasion that takes months of prep in advance. What started as a simple camp out with your parents and your older brother Namjoon has become an event with extended friends and family members and significant others involved. Your parents handed down the event to you and your brother, claiming their older age keeps them from being able to keep up with “the youth” for an entire weekend, instead preferring to join for a big cookout dinner, then head back to the comfort of their tempurpedic mattress and functional plumbing back at home.
Not that you minded.
This year was different. Your cousins, Taehyung and Seokjin, would join with Tae’s girlfriend Maggie. Your childhood best friend Jimin would attend as well, bringing along his lover of the month, a tall and leggy brunette. Namjoon invited his best friend Yoongi, who brought along your mutual friend Jungkook.
And most importantly,
Jung Hoseok would be there. Your boyfriend.
Hoseok is no stranger to the Kim Family camp out. He’s been attending since he was sixteen after meeting Namjoon in high school jazz band and instantly becoming friends. You can vividly remember the older high school boy making sure you never felt left out in a group of gangly teenagers—bringing you along on hikes, and fishing, and general mischief.
It’s where you first fell for him.
Every year after that, you pined for Hoseok from afar at every outing. You’d lie awake at night in your shared tent with Jimin, desperately wishing the body next to you was Hoseok, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm in the forest's chill.
Your relationship with Hoseok flourished after high school, when he was unknowingly in your chemistry class in college. Hours were spent pouring over textbooks together, cramming for exams and practice labs with a familiar friend.
Then came the coffee dates, the movie nights, the dinners. Hoseok went from an occasional study buddy to someone you talked to hourly.
The day he kissed you is a day you’ll never forget.
Soft lips pressing onto yours over a bubbling beaker of magnesium, his hands cupping your cheeks as he drew you in so close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
“Be mine,” he whispered. “Please, be mine.”
And you’ve been his ever since.
“Aish! Don’t burn my marshmallow, ___!” Namjoon scolds you, jerking your long stick away from the fire as he sits next to you. “I hate burned marshmallows.”
Annoyance bubbles up in your throat as you roll your eyes at your brother.
“I wouldn’t have to do this for you if you knew how to roast a marshmallow without starting a wildfire.”
Namjoon, ever the strong-headed big brother, glares at you. “That was an accident and you know it.”
Hoseok chuckles beside you, resting a hand on your leg as you murmur expletives about Namjoon and a certain stick under your breath.
“I’ll eat your burned one, babe,” he says with a smile. “I love your burned mallows.”
Hoseok’s charm is a balm to all your wounds. He easily melts the ice around your heart and soothes your frayed nerves with a simple look.
“Thanks, Hobi,” you reply.
“Please, no talk of my sister’s mallows,” Namjoon winces. “It’s bad enough you’re dating in front of me. In front of my salad.”
Namjoon doesn’t mean it. He knows how deeply you love him, and he trusts Hoseok not to hurt his one and only sibling. But it doesn’t mean he’s not above rubbing it in your face that he was Hoseok’s friend first.
Jungkook laughs from where he’s sitting, roasting a hotdog over the crackling flame on Jimin’s lap (“There weren’t any seats left!”).
“At least he’s not tossing her salad in front of you.”
Yoongi slaps the younger man’s hotdog out of his hand and into the fire, making Jungkook whine and pout petulantly.
“Don’t be gross,” Yoongi scolds and Namjoon nods at his friend in solidarity.
Hoseok smirks and licks his fingers clean of the sticky marshmallow. “Besides, we didn’t bring nearly enough lube for any anal play tonight.”
“Hoseok!” Namjoon screeches and you bashfully bury yourself into your sweater. The rest of the group explodes in laughter while your brother holds his head in his hands, lamenting the day you two met.
Hoseok pulls you into his lap, grinning as he kisses at your ear while maintaining firm eye contact with your brother, eager to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
While you’re relaxing into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and enjoying the laughter of all your closest friends, Hoseok nips at your ear and whispers gently.
“I love you.”
“I’m so cold.” A shiver wracks through you as you burrow down deeper into your sleeping bag. The night air becomes increasingly frosty and you can easily see your breath in the dim light from the moon. “It wasn’t supposed to be this cold.”
Hoseok scoots his bag closer to yours, rubbing over the meshy material in an attempt to warm you.
“I thought about bringing another blanket before we left…,” he sighs. “But Namjoon told me I was being ‘a boy scout’.”
You bark out a frigid laugh, teeth chattering as you try to snuggle into the warmth of Hoseok’s hand.
Pleadingly, you ask. “Can we share? Maybe if we zip the sleeping bags together we can make one big extra-large sleeping bag?”
Hoseok nods. “Good idea.”
He quickly gets to work as soon as you unzip your sleeping bag and move off of it, allowing him to take it and zip the two bags together. He spreads it back out over the soft padded bed once it’s completed and he slips into his end before beckoning you over.
“Come to me, my little popsicle.”
The fabric swishes and slides as you move into the combined bag, wrapping your cold limbs around the warmth of your boyfriend’s body.
“Holy shit, you really are cold,” he exclaims with a grunt when your ice-cold hands seek the toasty expanse of his toned belly. “Fuck.”
“Sorry.” Your apology is anything but apologetic as the high temperature of Hoseok’s body quickly oozes into you. “You feel so good.”
A moan slips out of your lips, pleased at the warmth that your boyfriend radiates as you seek every spot on his body that radiates heat.
“Hold on,” he whispers.
Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and tugs at the hem of your own.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” You gasp as the icy air billows under your shirt. “Why would I get naked right now?”
He huffs. “Trust me?”
He kisses the pout on your lips, then pulls away with your shirt in his hands.
“Skin-to-skin contact is the easiest way to warm someone up. Body heat, you know. Textbook boy scout stuff.”
He twists your body around to spoon into him, back pressed against his ultra-warm chest, making you gasp once you feel the radiating heat spreading across you.
“Oh…” you sigh as you sink into his embrace. “You were right.”
Hoseok smirks as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the nape of your neck—lips pressing gentle, warm kisses to the column below your ear.
“Told you so.”
Your body instinctively presses further into his body, desperate for the warmth that the human-heater seems to emit. His breath hitches as he feels your ass press hard against his lap, cock stirring at the proximity.
Hoseok’s hands run up and down your arms, warming each inch of your skin with his palms. He spreads heat wherever he touches, and your eyes flutter closed as he works his gentle, warming massage into your frozen skin. He is the epitome of sunshine, both in body and demeanor, always able to brighten the coldest chills with one look, one touch.
When he’s satisfied that you’re thoroughly warmed where he’s worked, his hands move from your arms and shoulders around to your belly and up to your chest. You feel like mush under his grazing touch, gasping and biting your lip as he tugs gently at your perky nipple. It’s a live wire to his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans as he feels himself harden. He kisses at your shoulder as he continues to palm at your chest, taking the fullness of your breasts into his whole hand and massaging it gently.
“Hobi…” you warn, feeling the desire between your thighs build. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
He chuckles against your skin, breathing hot air over your neck and shoulder, tightening his grip on your nipple for a quick pinch that makes you squeak.
“Who says we can’t finish?”
His voice is low—that deep, sensual tone that sets your tummy aflame with desire. His dick is pressed against your ass, twitching with need as it thickens in his pants.
His hand moves from your chest, rubbing soft, sweet circles on your stomach as he warms the cool flesh around your belly button, before traveling down to where your sleeping pants sit low on your hips.
“We c-can’t,” you meekly attempt to fight back, remain strong, but the warmth of his body and the need growing within you is quickly winning your internal battle of morality. “My cousin is next to us.”
Hoseok smirks as he slips underneath your pants, hand diving in between your thighs to rub at your soft mound. He’s close, so close to slipping inside of you, and you squeeze your eyes tight at the overwhelming urgency you’re feeling for his fingers inside you.
“You think Tae and Maggie are fast asleep right now?” He asks.
As if on cue, you hear soft giggles coming from the next tent over, giggles that sound suspiciously like Taehyung’s girlfriend.
“Tae is really not that funny,” Hoseok says as he nibbles at your ear. “Let me warm you, baby.”
He seeks your consent, desperate to make you feel good but not willing to further his actions.
“Mmm, maybe just a little more.”
His fingers seek purchase further, finally diving into your folds. He gasps into your ear as he feels how wet you’ve become from his ministrations, stroking gently up and down your slick slit and circling over your clit.
“Fuck, look at you,” he nearly whines into your ear. “So wet for me.”
“Please, Hobi,” you whimper. You’re not sure what you’re begging for, what you need, but all you want is for him to not stop, never stop.
“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” He asks, teasingly circling the pad of his finger on your swollen clit.
Unable to use your words, you nod. The light pressure on your clit has your thighs trembling and Hoseok thrills at the palpable desperation you’re feeling.
“Are you going to be quiet for me?” He asks, slowly moving his finger down before breaching into your channel. “Can’t be waking up the entire camp.”
Using your hand, you clamp over your mouth as your boyfriend's finger fucks into your hole, slowly and achingly gentle but with purpose. A shiver runs down his spine as he watches you try to hold yourself back. You’re not normally quiet—he makes it his mission to get you to whine and cry and yell his name as loud as he can when you’re at home. But the thrill of keeping you quiet while he sinks himself into you makes his body hum with want.
“Good girl,” he cooes as he introduces another finger inside you, scissoring you open with his lengthy digits. “Better stay quiet for me or I won’t let you cum.”
He quickly removes his fingers from your channel, making you whine behind your hand, which he silences with a soft tut.
“No complaining. Be good.”
He continues his journey to disrobe you, sliding off your pants and panties. He throws them to the other side of the tent where your luggage lies, no care about you wearing them the rest of the night. He follows suit with his own pants, swiftly pulling the material off his legs and allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. You desperately want to touch it, feel it in your hands and in your mouth, but he keeps you facing away from him, cock fully out of your reach.
“Such a perfect little ass,” he murmurs to himself as he admires your backside before sliding back into the big spoon position. The feeling of his hot, hard length against your bare ass makes you mewl with desire, teasingly rubbing against it.
“Fuck, Hobi,” you gasp as he slips his hands back to the apex of your thighs, scissoring into you again and warming his icy fingers in the heat of your cunt.
“Shhh,” he reminds. “Let me give your mouth something to do, yeah?”
He pulls his dripping fingers from within your walls and brings them to your mouth. You eagerly open wide, obedient and desperate for something to take your mind off the growing neediness your body is throbbing with.
Watching you suck your own wet slick off his fingers makes Hoseok’s cock ache with need. The tip is weeping with pre-cum, as if crying out to bury itself within your walls and never retreat. It twitches as your tongue swirls over his digits, teasing him and reminding him how well you can suck his cock.
“Shit, baby,” he gasps. “I’m going to bust right now if you’re not careful.”
He pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses the spit-slick hand to lift your leg enough for him to line his cock up at your hole.
“You want to warm my cock for me, baby?” He nips at your shoulder as he rubs the bulbous head along your slit. “God, I want to be in this pretty little cunt all night. Can you keep me warm tonight?”
“P-please, baby,” you gasp as the tip prods at your entrance, threatening to breach. He preemptively moves his free hand back to your mouth, covering it gently to help keep your noisy mouth muffled.
“Such a polite girl.” Hoseok’s lips skim over your neck and ear, nibbling at your lobe as he finally, blessedly, spears himself into you.
“Fuuuck,” he whines as he drops his forehead against your soft hair, shuddering as he buries himself to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Nothing compares to the feeling of Hoseok sinking himself into you. It’s like the first time, every time. He clings to you desperately, as if he wants to bury his entire self in between your thighs and never retreat. Being connected to your boyfriend like this, not knowing where he ends and you begin, is the most dazzling aspect of sex. Your heart beats in overtime, breath short and heavy, as he holds you like you’re his only worthy possession in life.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t withdraw his cock and plunge back into you like his body is begging him to. He wants nothing more than to roll you onto your stomach and fuck you until you’re screaming his name for the entire national forest to hear, but he doesn’t.
“Mmm, Hobi, please,” you whine against his palm, kitten licking the flesh there to encourage him to move. It almost works, almost spurs him into action, but he remains flush against you and unmoving.
“Just trying to keep you warm, baby,” he teases. “Skin-to-skin contact.”
He can feel your body tense and shake around him, core tightening as you’re desperate to feel the friction you desire. It makes Hoseok nearly growl into your ear, clutching you tighter in his grasp.
“Now you want to fuck me?” He teases into your ear. “I thought you were tired?”
A pathetic whimper is the only response you can muster. You’re desperate for more, aching for his thick cock to thrust in and out of you. His hand slips down your body, caressing each inch of your skin before landing on your clit, circling the nub teasingly.
“I bet you could cum like this,” he breathes as he slowly swirls his finger. “With my cock stuffed inside you.”
He’s right—your body is already reacting to the stimulation and you can feel your body clenching around his unmoving length deep inside you. It’s prodding you in just the right spot that makes you keen, core desperate for some movement. His added touch makes you whine into his palm still covering your mouth.
“That’s right, baby,” he praises as he bites at your earlobe. “Such a needy little pussy, so desperate for me you could cum just from feeling me inside you.”
The pressure rises, stomach tightening as you feel your body near the edge of bliss. You can feel your thighs trembling as Hoseok whispers and nibbles at your ear, fingers working your clit with just the right rhythm to make you see stars.
His finger swirls with delicate speed, playing you like the nimble musician he is.
“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already about to cum for me.”
Holding back your desperate moans, your eyes nearly roll back in their sockets as you feel your body build closer and closer to the blissful end that it craves. Having him buried deep inside you with none of the delicious friction is driving you crazy, and the speed of his fingers on your clit makes you keen for anything he can give you. You’re so close, so *fucking close* to your climax that your vision blurs.
Suddenly, the telltale sound of another tent zipper opening rips through the relative silence of the campground and Hoseok stills his finger on you.
“Shhh,” he warns, lifting his head to listen carefully.
The sound comes from your left, Jungkook’s tent, and you squeeze your eyes tight and whimper into Hoseok’s palm at the ache in your belly. Jungkook stumbles around the campground before he makes his way out, and Hoseok smirks as the footsteps get quieter.
“That was close, baby,” he says as his finger teases over your throbbing clit. “We don’t want Jungkookie to find his friend like this, don’t we?”
You shake your head, body trembling as his finger provides not-enough stimulation on your tortured clit.
He keeps quiet and continues his feather-light touch, pleased at the unexpected orgasm denial and the way it makes your cunt clench around his cock as if coaxing it to give you what you need most.
“You better not be loud,” he warns. “You don’t want to ruin our fun, right?”
Agonizing moments later, Jungkook’s footsteps return and he zips himself back into his tent and quickly heads back to sleep. He remains stilled inside you, listening intently for any sounds of the others awakening.
After minutes of desperate silence and your needy cunt aching for your boyfriend to move, he rolls you onto your stomach with him on top, cock still buried deep within you.
“You’ve done so well,” he praises as he leans down and licks a fat stripe on the back of your neck, making you shiver. “Take your reward like a good girl.”
Without warning, Hoseok grips at your hips and starts a brutal pace, fucking you fast and hard while staying quiet. It feels so good, better than the feeling of him being still inside you. Nothing can compare to his thickness spearing into you, stretching you wide. The ridges of his cock feel like heaven from the position he has you in, and you can feel the stimulation building upon your ruined, curtailed orgasm from earlier.
He quickly rams a piece of the sleeping bag into your mouth, forcing you to be quiet as he nearly impales you open, burying himself as deep into your womb as he can before retreating and thrusting in for more. You can tell he’s close by the way his movements lose finesse, the way his hands grip your thick hips as if he’s grasping a lifeline.
“Gonna fill you up,” Hoseok whispers harshly, his voice taking on the rough edge that makes your body react. “You want my cum, baby?”
Your mouth is full, but your head nods quickly and you arch your back to let him reach even deeper inside of you, desperate to get yourself and him off simultaneously.
“Shit,” he groans as he feels your body accept him even further at this new angle, your ass high in the air. He grips it, enjoys the way the flesh jiggles in his grip and with each thrust. “Cum on my cock, baby, please.”
Hoseok doesn’t beg, hardly ever, so when he’s desperate for your release, you’re equally desperate to give it to him. As he pounds into you, taking full advantage of your prone body and lifted hips, the dam holding back your climax finally erupts, making your walls quiver and squeeze around his cock and forcing you to bury your face as far as you can into your sleeping bag to muffle your whines.
He wishes he could hear your screams, wants to hear the way you cry his name out as your cunt milks him, begs him for his own end. Another round of thrusts and he feels it all snap, cock pulsing out hot spurts of cum into your eager and waiting channel.
He pulls out of you, loving the way his cum follows him out, dribbling out of your spent pussy weakly. He lifts a finger and scoops it up, pushing it back into your juicy walls and nearly whining as he feels it wet and sopping with his release. You’re pulling the sleeping bag from your mouth, panting hard from your own release and turning around to look at your boyfriend, hips wiggling.
Hoseok smiles fondly at you, removing his finger from your walls and rubbing the smooth skin of your ass.
“Are you warm?” He asks with a smirk, knowing by the sheen of sweat on both of your bodies that you’ve successfully warmed up in the bite of the chilly night.
He flops down beside you and pulls you in close, snuggling into the sleeping bag while kissing your face gently.
Hoseok’s cock is still hard, still aching even after a release and you’re quick to grasp it in your hands, finally getting a grip on it for the first time tonight.
“Better keep you warm all night like I promised, huh?” You smile sleepily as you lift your leg to allow him entrance to your center yet again. “Keep me full all night please, baby?”
He is loath to deny you, and the wet heat of your used pussy feels like heaven. He holds you closer, pulls you in tight as he buries his cock as far as he can go, before kissing you sweetly once more.
He knows he’ll wake up in a few hours, dick throbbing with a need to take you for yet another round, but for now, he revels in the warmth and love and safety he feels when he’s connected to you in nearly every way.
“By the way, I love you too, Hoseok,” you whisper to him after a few moments of silence, recalling to the sweet whispered words around the campfire.
Hoseok smiles as he closes his eyes, body and soul in pure bliss.
And when Namjoon complains in the morning that he could hear the sounds of his little sister getting railed, Hoseok will let him know he ensured you didn’t suffer from hypothermia—that it’s his job as boyfriend to ensure you’re kept safe,
and always kept warm.
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Eye for an Eye
Finally something for my siren au! A lil something for my friend @shy-marker-pliers since they love the good fish lads
Also thanks as always to my friend @emptynarration for letting me use his siren Host and also for editing this for me!
Eric had been wanting to find the siren that saved him in the past. However, it’s a big hard when he may have to look through the entire ocean.
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The waves were calm and quiet. They brushed against the smooth rocks and helped dampen Eric’s fins as he rested. Yet, what usually was a serene scene was drowned out by the siren’s busy mind. He looked out into the vast sea and searched for something. Someone. It would be nearly impossible to find this someone. How odd that he wanted not to be in his usual isolation. Being in one’s company was as chilling as the icy arctic waters, but this was a debt he needed to repay to another of his kind.
That monster of a siren that saved him not too long ago.
To think, such a beast was the reason why Eric could feel the waves brushing against his fins. He’s the reason why he could bask in the warm sun. Also the reason why he could feel panicked about whether or not he needed to apologize. Of course a siren like that would only cause conflict in Eric’s mind.
He didn’t even know if this siren would still be nice to him. For all he knew, he might visit him while the monster had an empty stomach. Knowing his luck, that wasn’t an outlandish thought.
Though, even if he wanted to make his amends; where would he go? He had seen that siren on a whim, and he had been in a dazed state when he saw him. Sirens as huge that one usually lived in the deep sea. They don’t come out from the depths, unless they’re hunting. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged his tail to his chest; a quiet whimper falling from his lips. He really did meet that siren while he had been hungry. However, he was perfectly fine. He remembered something:
Hadn’t there humans on that boat?
He had seen the scraps of metal, and usually those weird nets were used by the humans, but there were none in sight when he explored around afterwards. It wasn’t bad to assume that that siren had made quick work of those people. So why spare him? Maybe this monster siren didn’t like eating other sirens. That reasoning could be enough to quiet down his worries. Anything that gets him off this lonely rock.
The first course of action would be to get a gift as an apology. He splashed into the water and explored around for something pretty. He couldn’t rely on just talking if he met the other again. He talked more to the ocean than he did with other living beings. So, a gift would do him well. Hopefully he could find a gift nice enough, that it wouldn’t seem like a piece of dirt to the other.
After scanning along the seafloor, and even going near the coastline once he saw there weren’t any humans- Eric found the perfect gift. It was the biggest, shiniest seashell he had ever seen- one of those that he had seen humans put against their ears to hear the ocean. That never made much sense to him; putting it against his ears only made him hear the underwater currents he always heard. Humans were always so strange with their rituals. If someone wanted to hear the ocean, they should just go to one. It was that easy for everyone, right? Right. However, the shell was quite pretty, as well as decently large, so it’d be perfect for a monster like his saviour.
He took the shell and clutched it close to his chest. A soft chirp came from him as he revelled in this small victory. Now onto the most important step: finding that monster siren. It sounded easy on the surface. Surely, someone like that would be spotted soon enough. However, Eric doesn’t recall ever seeing him before. Would he need to go to the deep sea? He wouldn’t be able to survive there for even a short while, but how else was he going to find him?
Well, that other siren was swimming around the surface when he saved him. So, if Eric just played the waiting game, then everything should be fine. He needed to keep his gift safe and keep an eye out for his saviour. Shouldn’t be too bad. In the meantime, he could swim around and search for him in the general area. It was harder to hunt while clutching the shell close, he didn’t want it to get stolen, but he managed to get some scraps here and there. No fishing nets involved, thankfully.
The days kept passing, but Eric saw no sight of the big siren. His tattered fins were growing tired of the constant searching. He swam unsteadily and slowly by the week’s end; moving near the seafloor and taking breaks often. Sleep hadn’t been easy to come by either. He travelled far enough from his usual, comfortable den near the coast’s surface. It was hard to feel safe in the unknown.
Maybe he should’ve turned back, but he’d hate to go back empty handed. At this rate, it would be unsafe to start travelling all that way in his condition anyway. A soft, distraught chirp rumbled through him. This adventure could’ve been pointless. That big siren may want nothing to do with him even if he does find him. He needed to go back, and that idea made his heart break.
Through, right now he needed some rest. He hugged the shell to himself and looked around for a place to sleep. The water was a deep blue and unclear. Not much around here except mud, the stray schools of fish that passed by, and a large den in the near distance. There weren’t many choices here, but he hoped this den didn’t belong to a hungry shark. Even swimming the short distance weared down on him, but he made it to the den and flopped against the floor.
He quickly looked around and chirped quietly. No response, thankfully. He curled in on himself, revelling in his defeat. He should’ve shown his appreciation for his saviour when he had the chance. Hopefully that siren was doing good nowadays. Probably doing better than him.
The moment he closed his eyes, he promptly passed out. He wasn’t sure for how long, but once he woke up, he found that nothing had changed. Or, he thought nothing had changed. A shocked squeak left him as he realized his prized shell was gone. It must’ve floated away from his arms, but he didn’t see it anywhere. He swam around the den, letting out distressed chirps, and searched high and low. He couldn’t lose his gift on this adventure. Even if he didn’t find the other siren, it would’ve been nice to keep that shell for himself.
It was nowhere to be found. Eventually, Eric slowed down and sat against a rock. He let out a high-pitched whine in sorrow, then another, and another. Until he was weeping the best a creature like him could, with full body shudders making him freeze in his curled up position. He had failed. He wanted to do something right for once. To not be so lonely on his rock by the shore. But in here? He had never felt more alone than ever.
His cries echoed throughout the den; only him and his pathetic song. All for an audience of no one. That was, until, another cry responded to him. It rippled through the den and shook Eric to his core, low and curious. He looked in fear at the darker part of the den. He wasn’t sure how deep this place went, now that he thought about it. He couldn’t see the den’s end. Another cry echoed in his ears, much louder than the first.
It was a no brainer. He needed to get out of here. With quick reflexes, he began swimming outside to, hopefully, safer waters. He looked back into the dark den, only to see something small shine faintly. His shoulders slumped as his heart dropped. The shell.
Of course, he could’ve gotten another one somewhere, but his brain told him to save this one from whatever monster was in here. He wanted to not fail at something. Anything. And getting that shell would be it. He quickly went over to the boulder it was wedged under. The waves must’ve pushed it in there; it laid stuck between the wall and the rock. So, he reached in, barely managing to grasp its edges, and pulled as hard as he could. It wouldn’t budge. He shivered as the monster rumbled again and he desperately tried to pull harder. A sudden wave of sand washed over him, making him spiral backwards at the force. He shook off the dust and saw the monster approach from the depths with a powerful swim towards him. While he braced for the worst, his eyes widened as he saw who it was. His saviour.
It was like someone was putting his heart in an unsteady current; going up and down, up and down. He still kept his guard up and prepared to swim away at any moment, but he looked at the other with an odd relief. His saviour grumbled again, tilting his head and staring unfocused at him. Those dull, golden eyes were as big as Eric himself, but seemed hard of sight.
Eric let out a cautious purr from his chest, a greeting of sorts, and was relieved to hear the other try to reciprocate the tone. Did this siren recognize him? They had a stare off for a moment, before the other moved forward in a slow motion. Eric immediately swam away. Though, he hesitated and continued to watch the other. Not dead yet; he wanted so badly to do what he set out to do. His fear may be there, but he didn’t spend a week travelling to run away again.
The siren introduced himself as The Host. A name given by the humans, but a lot of sirens took the names passerbys gave them. Host kept a distance away from Eric as he explained that this cave was a home to him; one of the only places big enough to house him, actually. Apparently, it was nice to emerge from the deep sea to explore the surface. Eric was surprised this cave was considered “the surface,” but he understood.
It must be lonely in here, so secluded in a cave or hiding in the deep sea. Though, Eric supposed he was lonely up on his little rock on the surface as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had talked to a fellow siren, so he better get this right. A sudden trilling noise rumbled through him as he wiggled his tail. His present! A -surprisingly- friendly siren, like Host, deserved a present. It couldn’t have been a lost cause, not with how it taunted him by being so close.
Eric attempted to fish out the seashell from the boulder again. He squeezed in as far as he could between it, wiggling his tail to pull the wedged thing out. Though, he didn’t want to break the precious shell. Not with how hard it had been to get it here. He hissed in frustration; however, he found that it was soon easy to get it. There suddenly was a lot more room to swim through.
Host had lifted up the boulder effortlessly. The heavy rock fit nicely in the palm of his hand, looking like a mere skipping stone. He stared curiously as to what Eric was doing, head tilted and a confused rumble leaving his throat. He set the rock down beside Eric with a quiet thud.
Such amazing strength left Eric fascinated. Well, maybe he could’ve asked Host to help with this. Surprises were more fun, though. And no wonder he saw those metal scraps after Host saved him. The ship must’ve been torn apart. He was glad he wasn’t meeting the business end of Host’s claws.
Now with his gift, Eric presented it to Host with a happy purr. Host had to lean closer to squint at it. It was shiny enough for someone with bad eyesight to tell it was special, at least. If Host’s reaction of purring in surprise was anything to go by. Host’s face became tinted a light red as he blushed.
Eric tilted his head. He made Host blush? Poor siren must not get a lot of gifts. He placed the shell in Host’s hand. It was barely the size of the gigantic siren’s fingertip, but it was still lovely. So fragile looking, and now housing a few scuff marks from the boulder. Not that Host could see them. Probably. Though, such a small gift was getting a big reaction. It was nice that it was a positive thing, but it looked like Host was shell shocked. Eric thought about it, before something clicked. Host was worried that he didn’t have a gift to give back! Eric did think he was a kind soul now, it only seemed right.
He explained that it was okay that Host didn’t give a gift back, but that seemed to be more confusing. Host tilted his head at him and tried to explain himself. It seemed only right to give a gift back, Host believed, but Eric reassured him it was fine. Host apologized for not reciprocating the “feeling,” he kept reassuring him it was okay. Maybe deep sea sirens take gifts much more seriously.
After a much needed talk, Eric swam forward and patted Host’s hand. All he wanted was to get to know his saviour, not gifts. Material ones, at least- it was a gift to be friendly to Host. Though, perhaps something would be nice.
A shy, soft purr left Eric’s lips. Host listened with a tense posture, only to blink in confusion at the question. Eric really would like to stay a little longer here. His fins were killing him from such a long trip. He joked lightly about the ordeal, while Host looked like he was shot by a harpoon. Still, the big siren gently scooped Eric up in his hands and took him deep into his cave for some well deserved rest. All while staring at Eric with the most intrigued look.
What did a gift mean to the deep sea siren? Eric should figure that out in the future- by giving more gifts, of course!
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the only time i feel good falling (is when i'm falling fast and hard for you) // stenbrough // ao3 // for lil <3 // playlist
The year is 1994, and Bill Denbrough is going to ask Stan Uris to the prom. That is, if Stan doesn't ask Patty Blum first.
part one of two: saturday january 29, 1994
The year was 1994, and the Loser’s Club was in full swing, screaming along to grunge rock and alternative pop at the top of their lungs, all piled on each other’s lap in Mike’s truck, spilling popcorn all over the seats in crowded movie theaters, swapping sodas, and kicking each other out of the hammock in their clubhouse. The seven of them (eight, when Georgie insisted on being included) were inseparable. You could always find at least a pair of them tangled up together, napping on the broken down couch that they had found and dragged into the clubhouse or swimming and splashing around in the cold water of the quarry in early spring before the sun has time to warm the water for the season.
The year was 1994, and the Loser’s were seniors in high school, planning for their futures. They were in the final stretch of the school year, taking the last of their public school classes. Some were making up for lost credits, like Richie and Beverly, who had both missed more than their fair share of biology lessons to go out back and smoke hand-rolled cigarettes in the Derry Senior High’s tennis courts, while other Loser’s were working on obtaining as much extra credit as humanly possible. Eddie was interning with the local hospital, well on his way to earning a CNA degree before even finishing high school first, while Mike spent countless hours volunteering at the Derry Library, where he aided the regular librarians in cleaning, organizing, and developing children’s programming, even bringing in some of his grandfather’s ranch animals on occasion. Ben had found himself a pastime at the gym, gaining muscle, confidence, and the attention of many girls across the campus, though he famously, and kindly, turned down anyone who asked him out. He only had eyes for one girl, and Beverly knew how lucky she was.
Though they were all growing up and finding their differences from one another, they were close as they ever were, and then some.
The year was 1994, and the Losers had steadily climbed the rungs of the social ladder, so that by the time of their senior year, they were ready and willing to date. Mike, handsome and charismatic, had dated a handful of girls by that point, and was seeing a sweet girl by the name of Hannah Bishop. She was a blonde on the track team with Ben, but most importantly, she got along well with the rest of the Losers, making her the longest standing of Mike’s girlfriends.
Richie and Eddie had gotten their heads out of their asses by sophomore homecoming, when Richie had finally let himself come out to his friends, and Eddie practically leapt into his arms to kiss him on the spot. They kept the PDA down to a dull roar at school, still nervous of other kids’ reactions, but were still inseparable at the heart of it.
Bill and Beverly had long since broken up, reaching an amicable end partway through freshman year. They felt too young to settle into something serious, and still got nervous attempting to kiss in front of their friends, and knew they weren’t meant to be.
Bev had no trouble moving on, though, and after finding out that her most beloved possession, the Derry postcard with the sweetest poem written on the back that she had found after one of her most cherished memories, a day at the quarry with her boys, was written by none other than Ben Hanscom himself, she wasted no time in claiming him for her own, as if he had ever been anything but hers. Bill, though, had never seemed to move on in the same way. The vast majority of the school assumed he was still fixated on his redheaded friend, but most of the Losers knew better.
It was 1994, and Bill Denbrough was in love with Stanley Uris.
Stan, once an uptight, strange child, had grown into an uptight, strange young man. He was smart, in the running for valedictorian, and funnier than even Richie sometimes, with his quick wit and dry sense of humor. His unruly curls grew longer, framing his face and moved gently around him when he laughed or shook his head, disparaging as a disapproving parent, but always with the glint of humor in his eyes. The Losers never had to explain themselves to him; he always seemed to understand his friends almost better than they did themselves, which is why it infuriated most of them to no end when he insisted that his best friend and fearless leader Bill was still in love with Beverly Marsh, even three years after the definitive end of their relationship, if you could ever really call two fourteen year olds too shy to hold hands for fear of their friends’ mocking a relationship.
Even after the end of everything, though, Stan never made fun. The other Losers liked to tease Bill and Beverly about their sandbox romance, with even Ben throwing in a joke or two occasionally about having “stolen Bill’s girl,” Stan didn’t play along. He’d roll his eyes and move the conversation along, having settled into the much needed role of babysitter when it came to hanging out with the Losers. Even Mike was childish and liked to throw paper balls that once came in the shape of long-lost love letters around the clubhouse, but somehow, the ever-present Peter Pan syndrome never stuck to the most stoic member of the group when it came to the romances and heartbreaks of his friends. It was the kind of tact that Bill admired about him. Bill admired a lot about him.
One of his oldest friends, Bill knew Stan like the back of his hand. He knew which buttons to press to get him to shout and jump like a fool with the rest of them, he knew exactly which pleading look to give to make Stan roll his eyes and grab Bill’s hand, letting the tall auburn-haired boy pull him into the bed of Mike’s truck that Eddie was always fixing up right before the designated driver for the night sped off onto the highway, looking for some sort of fun. But most of all, Bill knew that Stan was different, like the rest of the Losers.
The day River Phoenix died only a few months before hit the group like a ton of bricks, but none of them cried, except for Stanley, who had a secret copy of My Own Private Idaho on tape hidden on his bookshelf between ornithology journals that no one except for Bill knew about. None of the Losers cried over the tragic death of a young celebrity except for Stanley, the strange and uptight boy who loved a strange movie a little too much to be a coincidence. Bill thought that he had put the pieces together, he thought that it meant that maybe, just maybe, Stan was different like him, like Richie and Eddie were different. Bill thought that he may have a chance to be with the boy he was in love with, and immediately began planning the most romantic and devastatingly cheesy set up in the history of Derry Senior High, starting with asking Stan to prom in early February. That was the ideal time, he thought, since it was early enough to get a head start, but not so early that Stan would be blindsided.
Bill knew that he had a chance with Stan, or at least he thought he did, until the last Saturday of January, when Stanley asked Patty Blum to prom.
Saturday, January 29, 1994, Three Months to Prom
“Richie, I swear to all that is holy in this world,” Beverly said, waving her hand with a not quite yet lit cigarette held between her fingers, “if you make me late to chemistry again tomorrow morning, I’m going to end your life.”
“I didn’t say that I’m actually going to go make out with Eddie in the locker room after his gym class, I just said it would be hot,” Richie said, waggling his finger like a chastising mother, “There’s a massive difference.”
“Not if Eddie agrees with you!”
“And I didn’t agree with him!” Eddie shouted, sounding guilty already, as though if given the chance before Bev piped up he would have agreed.
The group was in Bill’s backyard, huddled around a small bonfire near the back edge of the property. It was unusually warm that afternoon for a winter day, so they decided to make smores and hope that certain members of their exclusive club couldn’t find anything to catch on fire, either purposefully (Richie) or accidentally (Bill). They had all gathered only about 45 minutes prior to the locker room conversation, with Mike arriving earliest after dropping his girlfriend off at home, and Stan being the latest arrival, as he had… still not arrived. Bill pretended not to notice too much, but as ever, he wore his heart on his sleeve and looked over his shoulder to the gate door next to the house every few minutes, hoping for Stan to arrive soon.
“Stop being so antsy, Bill,” Ben said, nudging him with a stick to get his attention. “Stan will get here when he gets here.”
Bev draped herself across her boyfriend’s lap and put a hand against her forehead and spoke in a poor imitation of Bill’s voice, complete with the distinctive stutter that he was slowly growing out of, “I just c-can’t live wih-without him near me, Ben. Stan is muh-my light ah-and stars.”
“Hardy huh-har har, Bev,” Bill said, straight faced and unamused, “I just wuh-want to get stuh-st-started on the s-smores already.”
He might have convinced his friends if his face didn’t immediately betray him by lighting up when he turned around at the sound of the gate swinging open, making a sudden noise as the wood door smacked into the side of the fence as Stan drug his bike into the backyard. Stan’s face was red, and so were his gloveless fingers, but his face was broken into an uncharacteristically wide smile as he dropped his bike to the ground and jogged to where his friends were gathered around the fire.
“I wish you had called me for a ride,” Eddie’s disapproving tone was cancelled out by the concern on his voice when he took one of Stan’s icy hands in his own and rubbed his knuckles to warm him up.
“You won’t care about how cold I am when I tell you the good news,” Stan said, pulling his hand back and holding it over the fire.
“What g-good news?”
“I’m taking Patty to the prom.” Stan’s voice was proud, almost smug, and the yard got very silent for just long enough to hear a pin drop, when Beverly pulled at Stan’s arm and turned him to face his friends in excitement.
“Patty Blum? Since when!?”
“Since next Monday, officially,” he blushed and dropped his stare to the grass.
“Monday?” Mike asked, sounding as confused as Bill felt. Bill’s head was spinning and every sentence was like a bucket of cold water over his heart.
“Technically I haven’t asked her, but Karina is on the speech team with Patty, and on the debate team with me, and she told me today that Patty wants me to ask her, and I really, really want to.”
Bill’s heart dropped out of his chest and into his stomach.
“How do you know it isn’t a trick?” Richie’s question was next, “Like that time Sam Ferris asked Eddie to formal?” He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his temple, as if to apologize for bringing it up. Eddie did look a little peeved.
“It’s not.” Bill said, finally. He knew it couldn’t be a trick, because Patricia Blum is a nice girl, and because he knows all too well how easy it is to envision a date to prom with Stan Uris.
Stan shot him a smile.
There’s another moment of silence, where Bill can feel the prickle of eyes on him and he doesn’t even glance to his side to know that he’s right, that Beverly is giving him a look full of reserved pity. He speaks up again.
“Good,” he says, “You deserve a pretty girl like that.”
And the spell is broken. The Losers all start chiming in with what they think Stan should say, and how he should dress, and what a striking couple the two of them will be, Stan standing tall and lean with the impossibly thin and honey-blonde haired Patty Blum on his arm, dressed to the nines in a sweaty gym, classing up the place just by being there, smiling together. Bill could see it clear as day.
“I’m going to g-go get some more chuh-chocolate, now th-that Stan is here,” he smiled a tight smile and stood up to go into the house. Even if no one else wanted smores, Bill somehow felt a greater need for stuffing his face full of chocolate than he had ever experienced before.
#i love u lil!!! i hope its not awful dbsalhdhlvdhjd#srh.txt#lil#stenbrough#mine#stan uris#bill denbrough#fic rec#fic
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Frozen Heart-5 (Bucky x Reader)
Frozen Heart Masterlist
FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN
WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST
DESCRIPTION -
When Nick Fury finally catches the Ex-Shield Agent knowns Black Ice, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.
You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.
Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.
Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.
** Everything in Italics is being signed, not said out loud.**
Current Word Count - 21,589k Ao3 Link
Chapter Five - A Memorable Frost
“Again!” You insisted, shaking your body loose and taking a deep breath.
“NO!” Clint yelled from behind the tree.
“Please? Just one more.” You pleaded.
“You said that on the last arrow. And the one before that. And the one before that.” Clint shouted.
“I’m getting better though.” You whined.
“You’re fucking not. You’re getting worse.” He grumbled, poking his head out from behind the tree to glare pointedly at the chunks of ice and freeze burned grass.
“I froze the last arrow!” You said indignantly, putting your hands on your hips.
“And half the lawn and two trees. The one before that got a cool breeze.” He grumbled, nocking another arrow anyway.
You planted your feet firmly on the ground and raised your hands, readying yourself.
“PULL!” You called.
Clint let the arrow fly and you summoned the icy power that was a part of you, blasting it at the arrow sailing towards you. Nothing happened.
“Ahhh!” You yelped, throwing yourself to the side to avoid it.
“Useless!”
“I hate you!” You signed at your brother from your ungraceful heap on the ground.
He scoffed and put his bow down, regarding you thoughtfully.
“Maybe it’s time you called for some help from the experts.” He suggested tentatively.
“Are you joking? You know they still haven’t forgiven me!” You said in disbelief.
“That’s not true, The Professor isn’t one to hold grudges.” Clint argued.
“Because I’m going to go near the mind reading professor while I know what I know.” You scoffed.
“Well there’s always…” He started to suggest.
“No! He still hates me anyway.” You said grumpily.
“It’s been years, I’m sure he’s over it.” He tried to contend.
“Not happening.” You asserted.
“Suit yourself but I’m done. Me and my arrows have suffered enough.” He huffed, stomping away.
You groaned and threw yourself back onto the grass, looking up at the sky.
“Hi.” Bucky said softly, walking over slowly with an air that was part curiosity, part concern.
You tilted your head to look up at him, watching as he cautiously made his way over to you, avoiding the larger ice chunks. There was a look of wonder and awe in his eyes, especially for the ice boulder than was twice the size of him. He was dressed for working out and you guessed he’d been running when he saw you and probably come over to make sure you hadn’t accidentally knocked yourself out with an Ice missile.
“Hey.” You said, waving to him.
His shadow blocked the sunlight as he stood over you, looking torn.
“Do you need help getting up?” He offered.
“Or, you could sit down.” You countered.
There was a light thump as he took you up on the offer and settled onto the grass next to you.
“You know… I have ice powers, and I was in the army.” You told him.
“Yeah, I heard.” He smirked.
“So…” You said.
“So?” he asked, clearly lost as to where you were going with this.
“One could argue that I am The Winter Soldier.” You explained, grinning.
He let out a huff of laughter.
“I’ll tell Hydra they infringed on your copyright.” He chuckled and you immediately sobered.
He hadn’t picked the damn name, you knew that. What had possessed you to say something so insensitive you had no idea. Actually, you did know. It was your brain and it was an asshole.
“I’m sorry. It’s bad enough I’m flaunting my freezy stuff around and then I go and say something like that. I don’t know why you even talk to me.” You groaned.
“You’re pretty nice. At least when you aren’t talking anyway.” He said and you squawked indignantly.
“No, the Ice doesn’t bother me that much though. My memories are intact, so I just try and think of good snow related memories.” He admitted.
“You do?” You asked gently, leaving it open for him to divulge or change the subject.
“Yeah. When I was a kid, I loved the snow, meant less school and more playing. As soon as the first flakes fell every year, I’d bundle Stevie up in every coat we owned, his, mine, his mother’s… I’d drag him outside to watch it fall. I loved the way it would settle on the ground you know. It was like watching the world become a blank canvass, the pavements and grass just slowly turning white until they were untouched. It was beautiful.” He said wistfully.
You got lost in his voice, the bittersweet pain behind the memory.
“Sounds amazing.” You whispered.
“It was. Kind of like now….” He said, grinning at you like he knew something you didn’t and pushing you to a sitting position.
Spreading outwards from you there was a radius of pure white snow blanketing the ground. Exactly as you’d been picturing in your mind.
“I did it!” You breathed out in shock.
“Yeah doll, you did.” He said gently, proudly.
“I did it!” You exclaimed.
And before you could think about it you launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and landing on his lap. His arms automatically caught you and he hesitated for barely a moment before wrapping them around your torso. You stilled as you realized what you’d just done and pulled back abruptly, blushing like mad.
You’d just launched yourself at him… You’d be lucky if he didn’t file a sexual harassment claim.
“I’m so sorry! I just got caught up in the excitement, I didn’t mean to offend you.” You said in a rush.
He looked stricken and guilt twisted at your gut. Then his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back in.
“You did good Ice; you deserve a hug.” He quipped, enclosing you in the warm embrace.
Your mind sat back and refused to interfere as your head rested itself on his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around him.
“I… Thank you Bucky. Thank you.” You sighed happily, nuzzling into him.
He was sure you were going to notice the erratic hammering of his heart in his chest and regretfully pulled away before he lost any more sense.
“Well, you should probably get inside now that’s the weathers taken a turn.” He suggested nervously.
“I have to tell Clint!” You said excitedly jumping to your feet and running off.
You got a few meters before you turned, jogging backwards so you could smile at him.
“Seriously, thank you.” You said again.
“Anytime doll.”
You raced back inside to gloat to your brother but along the way you were brought to a screeching halt by a text message.
A very intriguing text message.
~~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~~
You stepped out of your room, satisfied with your appearance and headed for the elevator when your phone buzzed again.
Big (Brother) Bird: Where are you going?
You read the text from Clint and scoffed, shoving the phone back in your pocket when it buzzed again.
Big (Brother) Bird: Don’t ignore me you ‘lil shit.
You looked around and backed up a few steps, looking at the ceiling.
“I know you’re up there!” You called loudly.
There was a banging noise and you jumped out of the way, barely avoiding being smacked in the head with the vent covering as Clint lithely dropped onto the floor in front of you.
“Where are you going?” He asked again.
“Out.” You informed him helpfully.
“Where?” He pressed.
“Church, can’t you tell from my outfit?” You sassed, gesturing at the little black dress.
“Is that why you’re dressed like a sinner?” He said, giving the dress a dirty look.
“I’m taking that as a compliment.” You decided.
“You shouldn’t. Have you got a date?” He demanded.
“Ask me again after I get to the bar.” You said.
“Let me guess, you’re going to the bar without your wallet?” He guessed.
“See, I knew all those people who called you stupid were wrong.” You told him, smiling sweetly.
“At least I’m not a slut.” He said childishly.
“Slut shaming is so last decade.” You told him.
“Your face is so last decade.” He retorted.
“I’m leaving now, before you embarrass yourself any further.” You scoffed.
” Wait, just let me fix that stray hair.” He said and reached out, mussing your hair as much as he could before you rabbit punched him in the ribs and leaned away, spluttering.
He cackled loudly and jumped back into the vents before you could stop him.
“Jackass.” You muttered under your breath, stomping away and fixing your hair up as much as you could.
You were still muttering obscenities when the elevator doors swooshed open and in your eagerness to escape you walked into something very hard.
“Oooft.” You gasped, nearly landing on your ass due to the violent rebound.
“Shit, doll, are you ok?”
You looked up at the very concerned face of Bucky Barnes who had his arms outstretched like he was getting ready to catch you.
“Is your entire chest made of metal as well?” You asked him, gesturing at his pecs.
“No? Just the arm.” He said, going pink.
“Bucky, you’re fucking solid!” You exclaimed.
“I’m so sorry.” He said, like it was a problem.
“Was not a complaint.” You assured.
“What?” He asked and you realized what you’d just said.
“What?” You asked in an embarrassed panic.
“You just said…” He trailed off, frowning.
“I have a concussion or something. Ignore me.” You blurted.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” He checked.
“Really, I’m fine. I swear.” You said.
It was at this point Bucky seemed to notice what you were wearing, his eyes actually moving down your body so slowly that you started to blush.
“You look nice.” He said.
You were probably reading into things; it was more than likely nothing but… he sounded almost sad about the fact that you didn’t look like a mess.
“Uh, thanks. I have stuff, a bar, meeting friends. That kinda thing.” You stammered.
“Right. Well, have fun.” He said, stepping away to let you in the elevator.
“Yes sir.” You said, immediately wanting to bash yourself on the head for it.
You stepped into the elevator and just before the doors closed his hand snaked out to stop them.
“Ice? You, well you look really pretty.” He said softly.
“Thanks, you too.” You whispered.
Would it be possible to bang your head on the elevator wall hard enough to knock yourself out? Nah, he’d probably try and stop you. Mercifully he didn’t point out your awkward faux pas and let the door close on you.
When you were gone, he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. You didn’t have any friends; you were legally dead. And the dress… He knew the vision of you in that dress was going to haunt him for a long time, because he knew what you were wearing it for, he wasn’t stupid. He shouldn’t be jealous, shouldn’t feel so ill at the thought of what you were doing. You weren’t his to covet and he had decided to be your friend. But still, there was the awful voice in his head egging on his forbidden desires. Imagining you wearing something like that for him, him being the one to get you out of the dress.
The thrilling mental image had two effects on his body, making him feel nauseous at the idea of sleeping with you because he wanted so much more than just your body but at the same time, the primal urge he had to rip the dress of and bury his cock deep inside you was making him uncomfortably hard.
“Friends. Just friends.” He whispered to himself, shaking off the traitorous desire.
Or trying to shake it off and failing miserably.
You slipped a twenty from under your dress and paid the cab driver before you got out of the car, looking up at the large building you’d been dropped off at. Throwing your shoulders back and raising your chin, you walked into the lobby with confidence. It was slightly false confidence, but only slight. You weren’t that nervous about why you were here and what you were here for, it was remarkably simple actually. The elevator took you up and as soon as you stepped off, there he was.
“I’ve gotta admit, even when you accepted my invitation, I didn’t think you’d actually show.”
“You get stood up a lot hot stuff, got a complex about it?” You smirked.
“Nobody stands me up, but not every woman is as mysterious and cold hearted as you.”
“I’m not that mysterious. If you really want to know, you could ask. I don’t see a lot of talking in our future though.” You said coyly.
“After I went to all that effort of ordering Chinese and turns out, you just want me for my body.” He pouted.
“If I’ve offended you, maybe I should just leave.” You tutted, turning back towards the elevator.
His arm circled your waist, pulling you back.
“Not until I’ve gotten what you came for.” He whispered, his lips ghosting across your shoulder.
It was obvious really; Johnny Storm was a notorious playboy and you were emotionally unavailable. That didn’t mean that you were a nun, you still had physical needs, and who could satisfy them better than the man of fire? You spun around in his hold and he didn’t hesitate to capture you in a scorching kiss. It was everything you had hoped for, hot and passionate and completely unemotional.
You pushed your body into his, gasping in surprise when an image of beautiful grey blue eyes flitted through your mind.
Your fingers grazed the back of his neck, brushing his hair and you frowned when your fingers itched to tug at longer, brunette locks.
His hands ran across your body and you shivered, wondering what it would feel like to have metal caress you with skin.
“Godfuckingdamnit.” You swore.
You hadn’t had to work this hard to get a man out of your mind since… since Daniel.
“Everything ok?” Johnny frowned.
“No. I can’t do this.” You sighed, butting your head against his shoulder.
“Whoever he is, he’s an idiot.” Johnny scoffed.
“Pardon?”
“Whoever you’re thinking about? You’re here with me, thinking about him instead of being with him. So, he’s an idiot for not grabbing hold of this opportunity.” He explained.
“He’s not the idiot. He’s, well he’s not what I want. My brain just hasn’t got the memo.” You sighed.
“Look, you’re clearly dealing with some issues. I don’t mind you working them out on me.” He said, raising his eyebrow to make it clear exactly what he meant.
You were not going to sit around and pine for somebody. Anybody.
“Good.” You said, pushing him backwards and sending him sprawling onto a chair.
He smirked as you hiked your dress over your thighs so you could straddle his waist and pulled him into another scorching kiss.
A/N - I painstakingly recreated all the notes I lost when my laptop broke so I could restart this baby... So Ice is back!I'm undecided as to whether I will actually write the Johnny Storm smut, I guess it's up to you. Other than that, what did you think of this chapter?
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a snowdrop flower
it blooms in winter.
pairings: minhyuk x reader pov: unnamed reader, reader centric, second person
genre: not angst??? words: ~2800
*optional* follow up to [ an oxeye daisy ].
notes: can be read stand-alone. probably.
You see Minhyuk again in the first month of winter, when part of autumn still greets you at your doorstep and the first snowfall is still a wishful dream.
It was a coincidence.
It’s not like Minhyuk was faint graphite and you intended to erase him from your life entirely. (If anything, he was permanent marker, the kind that stubbornly remains even when you’ve soaped your skin raw.) It’s not like Minhyuk wanted you removed completely from his existence, either. Neither of you were made to play the part of the scorned ex with a misplaced vendetta. Breaking your relationship was such a violent crime it left a temporary trauma on your innocent history, and before it could mend itself back into the familiarity of friendship, Minhyuk needed the solace of distance, and you needed time.
And time is kind. To injured hearts, time is the best medicine, the gentlest healer that believes in your soul and teaches you that darker nights can eventually be tearless.
You’re doing better. You could even say you’re doing well.
Your emotions are freer, in a cage with the door slightly ajar. Maybe you’re still somewhat restrained by choice and the scars of old habits, but there’s freedom at your fingertips and you’re no longer shackled by the fear of the unknown. You know your heart can survive anything, now. You smile a little more than you used to, you laugh a little more, but you cry a lot more, too.
You happened to pass by Kihyun’s quaint cafe on one of your off days, so you figured you might as well drop in, say hello and grab a drink. Minhyuk was sitting at a table nestled by the window, watching the mundane life of the city, so he spots you a close street away.
When you enter, he moves from his seat and comes up to you. He’s smiling brightly as he presses his warm palms against the winter-kissed redness of your cheeks. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
You look up at him slowly, but you’re not surprised at his presence. He’s smiling at you, and from the crinkles of his eyes to the curve of his lips, you know it’s genuine. Something in your chest settles as your heart recovers another fragment of forgotten peace.
Minhyuk can smile. Minhyuk’s okay.
Minhyuk’s doing well, too.
“It has,” you smile back and it comes with natural ease, “it’s been quite a while.”
You join him at his table. There’s a bit of strain in the atmosphere, but it’s comfortable, and you two play on the safe side. Minhyuk chatters away about everything but nothing, the weather, the upcoming bowling tournament, the shenanigans of his friends. You watch the way sunlight catches in his hair and you bask in his healthy glow. He’s just as radiant as the day you first met him, and that’s really all you could’ve asked for.
“And I told him! A million times! But Kihyun just won’t stop nagging—”
“You didn’t order and it’s been forever since you came in so I just made your regular,” Changkyun interrupts, completely ignoring Minhyuk as he leans over to hand you the latte. “It’s on the house today, I got Kihyun’s approval.”
“I’m sure Kihyun’s disapproval wouldn’t have stopped you,” you quip in thanks, and the younger sticks his tongue out.
“Yeah, because he’s such a little shit,” Minhyuk mutters, pouting, “doesn’t even acknowledge his hyung’s existence.” He’s purposely indiscreet so you and Changkyun hear him loud and clear.
You see Changkyun’s eyebrows raise. His eyes flickers quickly between you and Minhyuk, and the corner of his mouth curls up devilishly. You gave a subtle shake of your head. No, Changkyun. Too soon.
“You betcha. Someone told me good girls dig lil’ shits these days, right baby?” the younger male winks at you as he bites his lower lip suggestively. It’s horridly obnoxious.
“Changkyun,” you deadpan, your nose scrunching up in newfound disgust, “stop that.”
“I’ll see you around, baby,” he drawls, and blows you a dramatic kiss. He cooly turns around and saunters to the counter without looking back.
Minhyuk blinks a few times in dumbfounded stupor before he whips around, eyes levelling you with playful accusation. His fingers clutch his chest in mock hurt. “Since when have you been making moves on Changkyun? Was I that easy to get over?”
You laugh, feeling a deja vu of fondness fill your heart. “It took me so long to learn how to love you, how could getting over you possibly be easy, quick or painless?”
Minhyuk lights up and his laughter joins you. You’re not sure, but your imagination thinks it hears a soft edge of relief in his happiness.
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minhyuk: i’m really happy i got to see you, today. :)
you: me too.
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You bump into Minhyuk again during the second month of winter, when the sky is a sunless grey and frost is a constant bite at your skin, but there is still no sign of snowfall.
It might not snow this year, you think, what a shame.
It’s raining heavily. Water is pouring from above, as if some sentient being has a sinister motive to drown the city and crown it the next Atlantis. You can’t even distinguish individual raindrops. By chance, both you and Minhyuk ended up seeking temporary refuge at Kihyun’s cafe to see if the rain would let up with some patience.
Minhyuk checks his watch and bites his lip. He’s been becoming increasingly jittery for the past ten minutes, and you can physically see anxiety running in his veins.
“If I don’t want to be late for my schedule I need to leave now, but I don’t even have an umbrella, then by the time I get there I’ll look like an unlovable drenched mop,” he’s rambling out of restlessness, and you can hear agitation crawling into his voice, “Kihyun will yell at me for tracking in water and Hyungwon is going to laugh at my misery and then I’ll get sick because I’ll be cold and wet and then I’ll be out of commission for the next week.”
He takes a deep breath, exhales, and bites his lip again. There’s enough pressure this time that you’re afraid he might break flesh and end up with a bleeding lip.
“Take mine,” you say simply.
He looks at you with unfounded offense as if you had just cursed at him instead. “Then you won’t have one! What kind of person do you think I am?! I won’t have you out there in that terrible, terrible weather like a defenseless baby!”
You can’t help it. A traitorous chuckle escapes you, and you cover your mouth quickly to stifle it. You feel Minhyuk’s gaze harden on you, he’s very much serious and very much unamused.
“We’ll walk together to the bus stop, and then I’ll take my bus home. You know I live by the station,” you compromise.
He lets out a sulky huff, but he agrees. His eyes narrow at the cheekiness twinkling in your eyes as you lead him out the cafe door. Like a good friend, you hold your tongue and swallow the urge to tease him that he doesn’t have a better option, anyway.
You let out an involuntary hiss as the winter air hits you. The hair on your skin raises in frigid shock and goosebumps dance in tiny prickles along your whole body. Behind you, Minhyuk yelps dramatically in a similar fashion.
“It would be warmer if it would snow,” he says, and he breathes out to watch his breath condense into white puffs.
If the cold was biting, the rain attacked like liquid ice, even on clothed skin. Minhyuk huddles closer to you to keep the fading warmth as he holds the umbrella (because he’s the taller one, he argued, and left no room for disagreement). You hadn’t realized exactly when, but the sneaky man had maneuvered you to his right to keep you on the inside of the sidewalk, safe from unwanted showers gifted by passing cars.
It’s a modest distance to the bus stop, but Minhyuk’s already in violent shivers when you arrive.
His coat is too thin in the first place, and his left side rather soaked. He’s freezing scarlet from the tip of his nose to the curve of his ears and you can hear him sniffling pitifully like a newborn puppy. You sigh softly.
You remove your wool scarf and begin wrapping it around his neck and shoulders. As soon as he realizes what you’re doing, he pouts at you and squirms in protest. “Nooo—”
“You know you’re a summer child,” you are firm, and you hold a finger up to his lips to shush him, “you get sick so easily in colder weather, and you have so much to do, it’s harder on your health. Unlike you, I actually have regular days off. ”
You take your earmuffs off and you have to tiptoe to slide them over his ears, careful to smooth down his hair to preserve his styling.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you were putting in extra effort to keep me dry instead of looking after yourself? Only the left side of you is ridiculously wet.”
In a rare slice of silence, Minhyuk avoids your stern stare for a bit and watches you adjust the scarf on his shoulders instead of meeting your eyes. He has the decency to be a little sheepish, so you let it slide. Once you’re done, he pulls your scarf up to cover his rudolph nose. You think he seems a touch shy. You’re not sure if he’s blushing or if it’s the icy flush of the weather.
You hear a loud sniff.
“Don’t use my scarf to wipe your snot,” you glare at him, rummaging through your bag and handing him a small pack of tissues, “that’s gross.”
He accepts the tissues from you with a grand flourish and puts it in his coat pocket. When he takes his hand out, he holds a finger heart up to your face. His eyes crinkle into mischievous little crescents and you know exactly which grin he’s grinning under the layer of wool.
“How did you know I was thinking it?”
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you: did you get there, warm, safe and dry?
minhyuk: yes!!
minhyuk: ...at least, dry enough, lol.
minhyuk: thank you so much! let’s meet up soon so i can return your stuff!! <3
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You meet up with Minhyuk in the dead of winter, when all the wonderstruck beauty of the season has already passed, and you are still wishfully hoping for snowfall.
On a whim, you two decide to talk a stroll through the park, to reminisce the past. The naive, innocent past, when Minhyuk had just meant to be friends, when you didn’t know if your heart could handle loving, when neither of you knew what cruel tragedy would break both of you when that simple relationship turned into romance.
You count yourself lucky, because you can find traces of the friendship that you and Minhyuk shared before, glimmering like hidden gold under a limitless sea of wasted trash.
There’s really not much to see, even in the most quaint depths of the park where mother nature slumbers. You hear the brittle crunches of dried life under your steps. The grass has lost its green, the land is barren and littered with mottled leaves. The trees fare no better, stripped naked and quivering for cover. You haven’t seen the sun for days, and you wish it would stop hiding behind an endless blanket of winter fog.
But you have Minhyuk’s company by your side, and just like the past, that’s already enough to make everything seem a little brighter.
“...Sunny. Like the sun. A lot of people call me sunshine.”
“Oh, I’m one of them. I used to compare you to the sun. I still do, sometimes,” you hum, and your vision drifts to the silver-clouded horizon in the distance, “but these days, I think of you more as a snowflake.”
“Snowflake?” Minhyuk asks. There’s a whine to his voice and he’s giving you the stink eye, an over dramatic frown is etching wrinkles in his whole face, “like the good-for-nothing, special snowflakes?”
“No,” you laugh, and wave his displeasure away, “not like that.”
He snorts. “Well, good. Because I’ll have you know I’m a package of delight.”
You laugh again, and your happiness flows into winter’s embrace, lighthearted and airy. Minhyuk’s satisfied with his humor and grins at your laughter, and you think you can find beauty in the bleakness of this season even if snow decides not to grace its presence this year. You fix your gaze on where you think the sun might be shining.
“You’re a snowflake that fell into the palm of my hand and melted away in a brief moment. It was short-lived, but it was such a precious experience. I know I still have countless winters, and I will see countless snowfalls, but I won’t ever be able to catch the same snowflake again.”
You turn to meet his eyes, your heart beating on your sleeve.
Your pulse is steady in sureness, calm in your conviction.
“You will always be you, Minhyuk. You’re not my last love. I know I will love again, and maybe I’ll love many, many times and maybe I’ll love even more, but I won’t ever love anyone like I loved you.”
Minhyuk expression shifts to something else, and he looks at you weirdly. You can’t quite place that something in the light of his eyes, and you wonder if you’ve said something out of line. Your lips part in haste to change the topic when you feel a fleeting coldness settle on your nose like a fluttering hello.
Snow.
It’s the first snowfall.
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minhyuk: i need to see you. i’m outside.
minhyuk: please come.
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The first snow is still falling, and winter finally mirrors an enchanted fairytale.
There’s a thin layer of white silk on the ground, but what surprises you is that there’s a light dusting on Minhyuk.
You rush to greet him, worry harsh on your tongue. “What are you doing, Minhyuk? We could’ve met somewhere indoors. Are you trying to get sick—”
He gently grasps your hand, and you involuntarily flinch. His skin is frighteningly frigid, cold but burning red. His nose is running for days and he’s sniffling without restraint. You think he’s been outside for at least an hour for who knows what, and that was your lesser estimate. His fingers are awkwardly stiff, but he slowly laces his fingers in between yours with clumsy tremors.
“I was thinking,” his voice is raspy and wet, and he repeats, “I was thinking.”
“Can’t you think indoors, maybe? Somewhere warmer?”
He shakes his head, shutting his eyes with burdens you might never know, and you purse your lips to give him silence.
“Listen to me,” he pleas, “just listen.”
His words are firmly grounded when he speaks again, and you think he’s never been this serious with you.
“You’re not everything. I can be perfectly happy as friends. I think I can live without you, too.”
He narrows the close distance between you, and his grip tightens slightly to convey his carefully contemplated sincerity.
“But I don’t want to.”
Like the way he always used to, he cradles you with tenderness and touches his forehead against yours. He blinks his uneven blink that makes your heart swell in adoration and his eyes are still glassy with earnesty and pure with clarity.
You can still see yourself in their reflection.
“Let’s try again. Let’s try even harder. This time, let’s be reckless.” Minhyuk breathes, and he’s not promising you anything but the present. “Let’s hurt. Let’s hurt together, and heal together, then smile together.”
He looks a little lost and out of his element. He also looks like he’s found the weakness of vulnerability, but he doesn’t waver even as he searches you for an answer.
He reminds you of you, a few seasons ago.
You lean in and catch his lips. He feels like soft ice, and it’s nowhere near a perfect kiss. It’s a bit wet and Minhyuk is almost unbearably cold, he’s still sniffling and you’re sure he has some snot on his lips. There are snowflakes falling on your face and into your eyes and the chill stings a little against your heated skin but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Okay, you kiss him again and your kiss tells him, okay, let’s try one more time.
It’s in the dead of winter when your love begins to bloom again.
You and Minhyuk don’t need to wait for spring.
#and then it doesn't work out again and there's another breakup lol jks#bye bye bye minhyuk i'm not writing you again for a long time#monsta x#monsta x imagines#monsta x fanfic#monsta x x reader#minhyuk#not angst#minesw
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Monster Verse AU: Part Five
SPG Monster Verse AU: Part Five
Notes: Notes: Don’t own SPG… all of those lovelies belong to the bennetts and co. I just do strange things in stories with the characters for fun.
Don’t own Sprocket Or Dex they be long to the very awesome: https://spg-fanbot-cousins.tumblr.com/
Pearl is my own character and is used in this and several other stories.
Time period note : This is the start of the part of the story which is set in modern times.. The year is about 2018-early 2019. Hope you like!
Enjoy the show..
Honestly.. The night had started out normal enough her new lil human Cousin Specter playing happily on his Pappa’s web. Somehow managing to not stick to the thing and spending time with her other Cousin Dex in his rolly polly wolf form.
Nothing odd or sinister here at all.
But no.. she realized.. That wasn’t quite right. One of the quartet was missing.
The batch of mischief makers that kept all the older members of the walter clan on their respective monstrous toes, Was nowhere to be found. Indeed Sprocket realized she hadn't seen her younger sister in several days. SO either she was upset about something, or something else was wrong.
She uncolied her long silver tail from its “arm chair” position and headed for the door.
Both of her aunts were out in the hallway having a quiet conversation that she just barely caught the tail end of.
“No,” Aunt rabbit said, “he’s not seen her in days and Spine is worried to death.”
“So she’s hiding?” Aunt Upgrade asked, “did she and the other kids have a fight?”
Rabbit shook her head, “no the kids have been fine. Getting along great actually for a change. Spine think’s its something else.. Something worse. He’s afraid…”
“Of what?” Sprocket demanded of her two aunts, “What’s Dad afraid of and what’s it got to do with Pearl?”
The two older monster bots, A Kitsune and Succubus respectively got worried looks on their faces.
“Sprocket, honey, “ upgrade told her, “I think you might need to talk to your dad about it
Kiddo. Something bad might be wrong with your sister. “
“What?” Sprocket demanded, “Wrong like how?” The lil naga snarled.
“Wrong like she might be sick honey,” Her aunt continued, “Really sick you and yer dad need to find her as fast as you can."
Suddenly any good feelings were gone and the Naga girl turned and slithered away as fast as her tail could carry her. Away from the tv/ sitting room and in the direction of her little sister's room.
her baby sister Pearl was like their father. Truth is Sprocket was adopted, which is why a high level Vampire like the Spine had a naga child. But no differences had ever been made between the two lil girls. Pearl having been born after the dashing Vampire Lord saved the lil silver naga from the streets.
Spine had gone away to help deal with a pack of monster hunters in the orient that were harassing some of his people. When the silver vampire lord had returned from the trip a year later.. it had been with his second daughter in his arms, and a heart broken by her mother having died.
Now in their long lives the younger daughter was starting to come of age and things were changing.. a lot.
Changes that The Spine had knew were coming but had not spoken to his older daughter about, because he hoped his own nature in Pearl would be enough to keep them from happening. He honestly should have known, his lover's will and nature were as strong as his own. She changed them only for his love when she realized some of her ideas were wrong. Still, what she was couldn't be denied and now it was surfacing in Pearl, worrying Spine sick.
That is the shape his older daughter found him in as he hurried down the hall to get to Pearl's room.
"dad!!" sprocket called, "what's wrong!?"
Spine made a face, "your aunts have incredibly large mouths... you know that? I told them NOT to tell you."
The lil silver naga shrugged, "Nah they are evil geniuses .. they knew you'd need my help.. So what the hell is going on with pearl? Shes not been out of her room in three days."
Spine sighed, "I'll tell you everything but we need to get there as fast as possible. Maybe what i think happened has not. Maybe she's just in a bad mood. Let's make sure before we fly off the handle."
The pair of them got to the door of Pearl's room and knocked. Nothing for a full minute and a half. Usually the lil thing was prompt in her politeness and came right to the door. Tonight tho, and for several nights hence there had been nothing.
"Lets see if its locked," Sprocket told her father.
She tried the handle and the door swung inward on its hinges with no trouble whatsoever. The inside of the room was cold and dark and of her lil sis there was no sign.
"Is she even here?" Sprocket looked around, "Pearl doesn't hunt she usually gets hers from what you bring home for her right?"
Spine nodded and continued to look around.
"yes," he told her, "It was easier on her. She was a bit too young yet to learn how to hunt. Doing so without killing the human requires some skill and I didn't want her to have to deal with that. "
"Yah no i gots," Sprocket nodded and slid deeper into the room, "She's too sweet for that any how."
She peeped into the bed and found nothing. Stuck her head into the closet and again nothing.
"ok well if she's not hunting, and she's not out in the manor " She looked around, "Where is she?"
"I don't know," Spine told her worriedly, "Let me look at something."
He headed over to pearl's desk and found what he was looking for, a dorm size refrigerator. He cracked the door open and looked inside. Small containers of blood lined the inside of the cooling unit, it was almost full.
THAT made him stop. It was friday night. He always brought her blood back with him from his saturday night hunting expeditions. The cooling unit should have been almost empty by this point in the week. But he could see that it was still almost full.
"Oh no," He could feel the horror slide over his sliver face, "oh please no...."
"Dad..." Sprocket started.
She slightly backed away from Spine because she had never seen her father behave in such a manner. He looked utterly horrified, at himself.
That was a look she never thought she'd see on her father's face. He had long ago reconciled his vampire lord status, vowing that even if he needed blood to live he'd never willingly kill someone to get it. Vowed to always be compassionate and gentle with the lil human females that Gave the Silver Lord what he and his precious daughter needed to live.
now tho.. he looked completely disgusted with himself.
Sprocket backed up more and her coils touched something that felt like solid ice.
She twisted around to get a good look at what she had bumped into and screamed bloody murder. The cold thing she had touched was the limp, lifeless body of her lil sister.
"PEARL!!" the naga shrieked and dove for her lil sister, wrapping her warm tail around the ice like lil vampire. "Pearl! Pearl please wake up! Pearl!"
The other girl remained unconscious, not responding to her sister's tearful cries or shaking sobs. all she could do was hold her sister tightly and rubbing the icy lil hand trying to get her to wake up.
"Dad!" Sprocket looked up, "Dad whats wrong with her! Why is she like this! Did someone come in here and hurt her!? What happened?"
The look on Spine's face told his older daughter that his heart was breaking for both her and her younger sibling. Now the truth would come out and there wasn't one damned thing he could do to protect the two of them from it any more.
"I was afraid of this," He replied softly, " Here..."
He removed two of the containers from the cooling unit and went over to his children.
"Can you hold her up for me Sprocket," He asked softly, "She needs blood, I have to see if I can get her to swallow this. I hope she's so out of it right now she won't realize what is going on."
"What? " The naga girl looked at her father as tho he had suddenly sprouted a second head but did as he asked and changed the way she was holding her sister. Propping her head up on her shoulder.
Spine infinitely gentle as he sat down next to his little girls and opened one of the tops of the containers.
"Come on lil one, " He told Pearl Softly, "You need to swallow this, even if you don't like it any more."
He held it up for her and she was out of it enough to operate on instinct and drink it.
Sprocket held her sister until her father had gotten her to swallow both of the containers and then let the younger girl go from her coils as Spine carried his younger daughter to her bed.
"What do you mean "She doesn't like it any more."? " Sprocket demanded, "She's a vampire. ... "
Spine sat pearl down on her pillows and pulled the blanket around her, "No sprocket.. She's not. "
"Say again, " The naga's eyes were now the size of silver dollars.
Spine sighed, "Pearl is a dhampir... A half breed. Her mother.....Was as human vampire hunter. "
spine got that look of utter self loathing on his face again and smoothed the hair off his younger daughters face, "And her mother's blood ... is finally starting to come out. "
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Pennywise Imagine; Smut with a lil plot, ENJOY SINNERS ‘Boarding school’
Y/N was settling into her new surroundings. The bland, boring and depressing hallways of her new boarding school that she had been practically forced to attend, over the past year her parents had noticed a change in her personality, a rapid change in fact. She wasn't her usual bubbly, happy go lucky self, dancing around, talking about her day. She was now subdued and quiet, always in her room and strangely secretive.
Of course, Y/N really knew the real reason for her strange behavior, a reason no one would believe, a reason that would more than likely get her sent to an insane asylum, so in retrospective maybe this boarding school wasn't the worst place she could be. The more time she spent there, in fact, she thought it was going to be good for her, a chance to distract her mind, forget about what happened over the summer, what had happened was different....to say the least.
I mean she couldn't really say she had a 5-month long sexual relationship with an ancient demonic entity disguised as a clown. She definitely couldn't say she enjoyed every little minute of it, she couldn't say she loved it when he broke her skin, making her bleed and she couldn't say how she felt the insane wave of pleasure when she felt his otherwordly organ enter her, she couldn't mention how she screamed his name as he made her cum, or how she would touch herself to the thought of him when he wasn't there, sometimes she swore or at least hoped there were prying eyes in the room whilst doing so.
It's safe to say he or rather, IT was her addiction, everything he did even if it was manipulative and mean-spirited always had her longing for more, and she always came back for more, she had the back scratches and the bruises around her wrists and neck to prove it. Even though she was completely against the idea of traveling to a different town and attending this prison they called a school, over time she warmed to it. She even made some friends in a group of girls, she felt part of something and like her old self again, even though the longing for pennywise never really faded, she found herself gradually becoming used to the idea without him, not even really thinking about him as much as she once did. A small part of her even thought it was probably for the best in the long run that she was here, and that he wasn't around. She had to live her life and move on from those days, move on from the self-destructive relationship they both had, break free from the chains of lust and self-hatred after it was all done. Even though boarding school life was anything but easy going, she enjoyed the mundane routine of getting up early, going to class and just getting on with daily life, heck she even liked some of her teachers, they saw potential in her that she hadn't seen in herself, praised her talents and encouraged her to follow her aspirations.
She enjoyed the nights hanging out with her girlfriends, having sleepovers and watching crappy movies, doing the usual talking about boys and listening to music, however she did always find it amusing when some of the girls would discuss their weekend flings with guys, how she found it hilarious when they mentioned how good they were in the sack, when they didn't really know how real pleasure felt. The things they described doing with stupid teenage boys sounded like a preschooler having their first kiss, compared to what her and pennywise got up to, feelings these girls would probably never come close to feeling. They, however, would never know the details of what she experienced, because she didn't dare tell them. She told them she was a virgin, as it was just easier to explain.
As the months went on, she almost nearly completely forgot about the events that took place the previous year. She had settled in well to her surroundings and felt at home in the large old-fashioned, red brick building. Everything was normal, happy and safe.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, Y/N had just returned to her room after finishing her English class. She was tired and ready for a nap, sitting on her bed she took her school sweater off, itchy and annoying, even though she had grown accustomed to the school over time she still hated the uniform, a stupid white shirt, black vest and grey plaid skirt combo. She sat there fumbling through her books and sorting out which work she had to do for the next day, after she had finished grazing through pages and organizing them she pushed them on to the table beside her and got up to throw her backpack in her closet. She threw her backpack onto the back shelf and went to shut the door, as she did though she could have sworn she heard the faint sound of someone say "ouch" she quickly brushed it off and turned her back to go across the room back to her bed and finish getting into more comfy attire. As she turned, however, she felt the brush of something on her shoulders...hands. She flinched and jumped, flinging her body back into defense mode as if someone was attacking her. It was someone, and it was someone she knew...someone she thought she'd never see again. It was Pennywise.
Her mouth was agape with shock and confusion, she thought she'd never see him again after she left Derry, like her she thought he'd just forget about her and move on to his next prey, but here he was in her dorm room, tall and immaculate as ever. She felt chills run down her spine as his hands firmly grasped her shoulders and then slowly let go, his icy baby blue eyes staring at her and his mouth parting into a menacing, childish grin. She stepped away sporadically, nearly falling over her feet with disturbance. "Yo--u.." she let out, raspy and almost in a whisper like tone, she couldn't think of anything else to say at that point. Her mind was fizzled at the sight before her. "Oh Y/N that is pathetic, you haven't seen me in months and THAT'S how you greet me? oh dear, oh dear" Y/N still stood at the side of her bed, slowly letting her feet guide her to the farthest distance away from the clown, but her eyes still fixated on him. As she leaned against a wall she thought she had better say something otherwise she would just look stupid and god knows what would have happened if she didn’t speak up, so she did. “What are you doing here?” She muttered, voice slightly angry and just plain confused. “Am I not allowed to visit my best girl?” He replied with a smug arrogant tone. “D-don’t” she whispered out, gritting her teeth with frustration. “Don’t what???” He replied with a slight giggle and sinister smirk forming. “I’m not your girl, I’m not your anything, what happene—“ he interrupted her suddenly with a higher pitched almost angry tone of voice “what happened in Derry stays in Derry right? I don’t think so, oh no no I don’t. It’s not over, it’s never over, especially not for you angel face”
He slowly started to prance towards her, looking predatory and malicious like he could just attack her at any point, but he still kept enough distance that she felt she could make an escape if so needed. “Please, please just go, leave me alone. I have a good life here, I went away from Derry to get away from you! From all of it, and I’m happy” Y/N proudly claimed, suddenly standing up straight and looking him in the eyes as she spoke so confidently, yet her mind was riddled with doubt at this point and she hoped he couldn’t sense it, however deep down she knew he did. He placed a hand over his lips and gave an over the top pout and started laughing frantically. “you didn’t leave Y/N your sweet loving parents forced you to come here, forced you to leave and the day you left I smelt it, I smelt the fear, the same fear that is radiating of you now, and the same longing desire...for me” he stepped closer to her dainty figure trying to make herself invisible to him by lowering her head and sulking “...and what we had” he left off with, his tone becoming more personal and filled with sinister meaning. “GET AWAY FROM ME, LEAVE ME ALONE! I DONT WANT YOU, YOU’RE POISON” she loudly exclaimed, her face becoming red with anger and her hands digging into the concrete wall as if to steady herself from going over the edge. Pennywise looked at her with longing desire, he was surprised at how feisty she had became since he last saw her, it made a flame rise up inside him, both to do with his every growing lust and longing to have her the way he did all those months ago, but also made him angry at how she felt she could speak to him in such a manner and not expect any consequences.
“A poison which you willingly drank little fire cracker, a poison which you ingested and let it take over you until you couldn’t desire anything more, until nothing could make you feel the way i do, you may say those things “oh I don’t want you” he mocked with a silly and childish angry face “but I can smell it, I can smell your fear, the fear that you don’t want me to know that all you say is a big fat lie” He jolted to her, wrapping his humanoid gloved hand around her wrist and leaned in closer so that his nose was nearly touching her own “....tell the truth little girl, I don’t like liars” he whispered into her ear. She shivered with anxiousness and a sweat began forming on her forehead along with heat rising in her cheeks, she didn’t want to feel it, but she felt ever little tinge of desire and need for him again. “I am happy the way I am, and I am telling the truth...you’re nothing to me” she said, but she lied, as she looked straight into his eyes, her lips trembling with every emotion possible. Pennywise's serious expression fell away into a funny grin again, he reached out his finger and placed it delicately on her trembling lower lip, running it along like a paintbrush, getting some of her salivae on the fabric of his glove. She stood there pinned to the wall, legs shaking, heart beating out of time and unfortunately for her case, a slight wetness forming between her legs. She hadn’t been this close to him in so long and she forgot how enticing and intimidating his touch and presence felt, hot and warm, inviting and dangerous, but a beautiful danger, a danger she was drawn to. “Being proud doesn’t suit you little one. You weren’t so proud all those other times, when you were screaming my name, were you hmm?” She looked away, glancing down at the floor, ashamed of what he just said...and how true it was. “ANSWER ME” He demanded, his childish and innocent voice now confronting and almost growling, he grasped her face with his hand that wasn’t holding her against the wall, long fingers spread out like a spiders legs over her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes “weren’t so proud to beg for me to take you like you were a cheap filthy whore, begging for more of my touch on your body, were you?” She still didn’t answer, tears now forming in her eyes and mouth trembling. “WERE YOU?”
She broke her silence with an interrupting screech “NO, NO I wasn’t, is that what you want to hear? I’ve never forgotten...but I need to” Pennywise's sinister and aggravated expression changed once again, into a more calm and relaxed mode, so did his touch on her, he could sense the conflict within her. His hand that was nearly breaking skin on her face now was relaxed and almost caressing her cheek, his thumb wiping away little tears that were starting to run down her face. “Ohh angel, no no no, you don’t need to forget, let me make you remember. Let pennywise make it all better again” his lips stretched into a seedy yet comforting grin that made Y/N relax a little between his towering presence over her. “H—ow?” She stuttered out, unsure of what way this reunion was going to go. Pennywise released his handle on her, letting her fall a little against the wall, but instead now placed his hands on her hips, holding her against him and pulling her close to his face. “Close your eyes and I’ll show you” he took one hand and placed his index finger on her eyelids, gently pulling her eyelid down and she corresponded by fluttering her tear stained eyes shut for him. He moved his head close to her frozen and anxious face, she could feel the warmth and the musky stench of his breath hitting her, she could feel the slick and shiny grease of his white face makeup brush against her, the what should be dry and cracked feel of his skin didn’t feel like that at all, it was smooth and buttery against her own cheek.
Then she felt it, the feeling which she thought she had began to forget, his plump red, cherry tasting lips graze upon hers and plant themselves in an intoxicating kiss. Y/N could feel his tongue caressing every crevice of her mouth, exploring her inside and tasting her. She slowly returned the favor, repeating the action. It was like an eruption of fireworks on the Fourth of July when she gave herself to him, every memory, every feeling of when they were together before she left Derry came flooding back inside her as the clowns kiss reignited the burnt out flame. She could hear slight purrs come from him and it made her slightly smile beneath his lips. Before anything went farther though, it was like she suddenly for no reason at all came back to her senses and realized what was really happening, she snapped out of her trance and gently pushed him away from her “no..no I can’t do this, not again” Pennywise looked at her with slight disappointment, but mostly amusement at how she was so desperately trying to take the moral high ground. “You can’t hide it my darling, not from pennywise...not when you’re panting like a dog in heat” Y/N looked at him with slight resentment at how powerful and manipulative his actions and words could be, how much they could affect her and question everything.
Pennywise still had his hand placed against her chin as she pulled away from the kiss, little strings of each of their saliva still connected to their mouth. “What happened to my little star? What’s happened to you precious, you can’t deny this forever” pennywise reacted to the sudden end of what had just happened by trying again, only this time becoming more hands-on and giving her something he knew she couldn’t resist. He pulled her by the waist and hoisted her up against the wall, her legs involuntary responded by wrapping themselves around his waist as her voice let out a slight yelp from the sudden change in position. “Pen-“ he interrupted her again, by placing a finger over her lips and shushing her. “No more talking now, it’s time to feel, to feel what you’ve been craving since you left” without hesitation he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his serpent tongue sliding up and down her jugular. A moan was stuck in her throat as he did this, she felt the wetness down below grow, she felt the heat in her core and her legs trembling. She threw her head back to the wall slightly, not intentionally but she couldn’t help but let a little bit of self-control escape her, she felt his teeth against her skin, slightly pin pricking it and she could feel his smile beneath her, he was smiling and loving every minute of her small impulsive reaction. “You still taste so beau-t-ifuuuulll” he seductively mumbled into her neck, enunciating the t’s in the word. His gloved hand was sliding down and brushing against her shirt, she suddenly heard a little rip and pop..his black claw was protruding and was now carefully slicing of some buttons of her shirt, one by one. She felt the warm and soft glove go beneath the fabric of her uniform, the large hand cupping her breast. That action only made the tingling sensation even more prominent in her lower regions and she couldn’t stifle the moan held in her throat any longer. It escaped and greeted pennywises ears like a sonnet, he growled slightly, his eyes becoming more yellowish and glowing as he could sense her arousal growing, he was beginning to drool and a little droplet fell from his mouth and landed between her two breasts, now hanging out as he began shredding the shirt more and more until it was practically hanging of her shoulders. “Isn’t this better?” He Asked with a charming and subdued tone, she looked into his eyes with delight and responded with a raspy and overwhelming pleasured tone “Yes”
What she did next even surprised pennywise more than it surprised her, she lost control again as she placed both of her hands on his face and hungrily and passionately kissed him again, he gave back and let her take control of his face, loving watching the pride and prude exterior fall away from her. He backed away from her face and grinned, his cherry red lips wet and glistening with her juices. “There it is, there’s my girl girl” he said as he licked her salvia of his lower lip. Like a bolt lightening he threw her across the room and on to the bed, she was spread like an angel, legs out arms up by her ears as he slid over her like a boa constrictor about to devour its prey. He had her pinned beneath him, his strong legs in between her thighs and his arms hovering over her sides, ready to strike at any given moment. They both stared at each other in silence, but eyes filled with wicked delight. She was breathless, but ready. Her panties were soaked beneath her skirt, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. “Take me” demanded with seduction. Pennywise raises his eyebrow at the demand, looking smug, but so desperately hungry for her. “What’s the magic word?” Even in the heat of the moment he couldn’t resist being a bit of an asshole, it only made the chase a little more worth it to him if he could play with her first. “Please, Pennywise, please fuck me!” she screamed, no longer caring about her pride and sense of self, she just wanted to feel the flames again, she wanted to burn. “Welllll since you asked so nicely...” he chuckled out as his hand pranced like a horse up her thigh, turning her skirt upwards and revealing her underwear, there was a very prominent damp patch that he commented on and teased her over, she didn’t care for the tease, she couldn’t help but be utterly sopping wet for him. Y/N bit her lip to try and subdue the intense pleasure she was feeling from his teasing touch, trying to save it all for the end. But even with her best efforts she couldn’t help moan.
Pennywise lowered his head to her chest and licked her collar bone, his tongue slowly making its way down to the valley beneath her breasts, tearing the remaining shreds of fabric from her body and making his way further down to her navel, she was in a state of Euphoria at these actions and was moaning like a porn Star, as his finger slid between her panties and broke the seal between the soft cotton and her soaking wet sex, she felt his nub rub against her pearl and without warning, enter inside her. She arched her back and threw her head back in waves of delight. “Naughty, naughty girl. What would your teachers say?” He asked her jokingly and with a sarcastic and sexual tone. “They’d say I’ve been a bad girl and I need punished” she exclaimed with wickedness. He smirked through his teeth “I agree” and with those words she heard the rip of fabric again, all though it wasn’t her own, it was his. She didn’t even get a chance to look at his wonderful impressive organ as it was between her legs and teasing her clit within seconds. “I want to hear you beg for it, Pennywise likes it when you beg, oh yes I do” He jolted. All though gasping for air out of her pleasured haze, she managed to get the words out, she would have done anything at this point to feel him inside her. “I WANT IT, I WANT YOU INSIDE ME MASTER” she screamed out, pulling his ruffled collar with her hands and bringing him closer to her, as the intense burning desire was overpowering her. “As you wish, little whore” he growled out, his fangs now present and drooling all over her bare body. He entered her with all his might, making her eyes nearly roll back into her head, her hands left pennywises costume and were now digging into her mattress so hard that she was nearly sure she would rip through to the springs. “OH god, oh god” She panted over and over again as he thrusted into her, his claws ever more present and digging into her hips, drawing blood “no god here, just me” he proudly laughed in her face and let out a growling type moan of his own as he felt her walls clutch around his cock. He was deep inside, he could feel her juices run down and could hear her rapid heartbeat as she was in pure unstated bliss as he was fucking her. His hands moved up to her breasts and began squeezing them as she continued to moan and repeat his name, she was so far gone now that she was yelling out obscenity after obscenity at him. The filthy words and phrases were music to his hears, hearing his name being repeated along with her screaming for his filthy touch made him lose control, he let loose inside her, his cock unleashing lashings of cum deep within her as he growled out, his head shaking from side to side and his perfectly styled hair now messy and hanging down over his face. Feeling the hot sticky sensation inside her made her go over the edge. She felt the intense burning in the pit of her stomach, she was about to let go once and for all. As the burning and tingling only got higher within her, she was there and her walls began contracting and pulsating with a frenzy, with this wonderful feeling she screamed out into the heavens “OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME PENNYWISE MAKE ME YOURS AGAIN” her hips were bucking and her back arching like an insect of the bed as she came for him.
As he fell back on top of her, she caught her breath and looked at him, she felt like she just entered heaven, she felt free and glowing, like a goddess reborn and in a valley of light and serenity. She couldn’t fathom why she ever allowed herself to leave Derry, leave him and this beautiful feeling behind. As he looked into her eyes, glowing with delight and some form of what she assumed was love and tenderness, she knew he felt it too. And she knew she wouldn’t ever leave this feeling behind again, she was his and it was going to stay that way
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can i please get some uuuhhh cute shane + his farmer bf
How about a cute lil snowball fight?
Shane trudged the snowy path to his boyfriend’s farm, his balled fists in the pockets of his raggedy hoodie. It was too thin, the cold seeped in, made his teeth chatter as his feet crunched along the snow. He’d been this way many times before, in the warmer months, when it was lush and green, butterflies and dragonflies fluttering floating between the grass and the sky. It seemed so unfamiliar now, the landscape iced with snow, blending into the ash-colored sky.
He arrived at the farm, his breath floating from his lips in ghastly shapes. The land was dead, a static, white silence in the air.The sight of the farm empty and cold made his heart squeeze too tightly. It appeared abandoned, as it had before his boyfriend moved in, and the thought pained him to remember his life before then, before him.
But from where he stood, he could see the little cottage; the warm squares of yellow window, fragrant, black smoke puffing from the chimney. It was enough to put a tiny smile on Shane’s rugged face. He continued northward, honing in on the warmth in his heart, that emanated so fiercely from the cottage.
When he reached the porch, he suddenly felt nervous, as if this were the first time he’d ever visited. Something about the snow, the change in scenery…maybe the lack of alcohol. He didn’t know, he just knew that the trembling in his hands weren’t because of the chill. He stepped up the porch, swayed uncertainly at the front door, and then knocked.
There was no answer.
The smell of ashwood roasting the fireplace was clear now. Through the door, Shane could hear the muffled sound of radio, playing Winter Star tunes from the 50s. He imagined his farmer boyfriend in the kitchen, bobbing his head as he moved, cooking something warm, something farm-fresh, despite the barren state of the farm.
Shane knocked again. “Hey, it’s cold out here,” he called through the door, but with the radio that loud, maybe his voice wouldn’t be heard. Shane reached for the knob, ready to invite himself in when–
Thwap!
Wet, icy slush exploded on his shoulder. He gasped, startled and cold, and a little fucking pissed, and turned around.
Thwap!
Another snowball to the chest. The ice melted into the fabric of his hoodie, through his shirt and along the smattering of chest hair beneath.
“Got you twice!” the farmer laughed. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, but he was bundled up in a beanie and jacket, gloved, too. Completely prepared for the weather, and subsequent snowball fight.
Shane, in this thin, ripped hoodie shivered angrily. “You’re joking, right? A fucking snowball fight? Do you see what I’m wearing?”
The farmer wasn’t listening. He was busy gathering snow into his hands, forming a ball.
“Don’t throw it. I swear to Yoba, if you–”
The farmer launched his attack, the snowball zipping through the air like a fastball. Shane tried to dodge but he was too slow, the snowball splatting on his arm.
“God damn it,” he grumbled, and threw himself down the steps, pulling snow together with his bare fingers. The cold burned his bones, his fingers turning pink and stiff as he–
Another snowball crash landed on the very top of his head, turning his hair into a cold, wet mop. The farmer nearly fell over laughing, and this time, Shane couldn’t help laughing too. He was fucking freezing, but if this wasn’t the cutest fucking ambush of all time, he didn’t know what was.
He tried in vain to get back at the farmer, throwing his oblong snowball and missing each time. The farmer was fast and skilled, launching them before Shane could even recover from the last.
There was no telling how much time had gone by, the iron sky shapeless. But soon enough the two collapsed in the snow, wet and tired and freezing.
“I’m really annoyed,” Shane admitted.
“I would be too if I was that bad at snowball fights.”
Shane casted a dirty look at the farmer, his thick brows furrowed. The farmer couldn’t stop laughing, the buzz of the fight still lingering between them.
“Can we go inside now? I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m in my Joja hoodie,” Shane grumbled.
Still wheezing, the farmer sat up in the snow. “Yeah, we can go inside now. I’ve been trying to perfect my apple cider.”
Shane sat up too, his wet hair flopping onto his forehead, the strands hardening in the cold. “Can I put rum in it?”
The farmer, suddenly serious, with a strangely seductive look in his eyes, leaned in and kissed Shane’s cold lips. Shane paused, hesitant at first, but then, quite literally, melted into the kiss. He closed his dark eyes and allowed himself to feel the farmer’s warm mouth connect with his own, the sensation tinging–
Cold, wet slush, again, down Shane’s neck, sliding down this curve of his back. He pulled away with a yelp, sending the farmer into another fit of giggles.
“Fucking stop!” Shane roared, trying to shimmy the melting snow out of his shirt.
The farmer wailed, tears forming in his eyes. “I couldn’t help it! You’re easy prey!”
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History Repeats
(Not my Gif)
Summary: Upon her return trip to Coruscant, the reader is taken by a group of pirates. Their benefactor behind her kidnap hopes to cause pain and misery. Obi-Wan is thus faced with history repeating itself.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader
Warnings: Torture
Masterlist
You watched the planet grow smaller as you peered from the window of the transport ship. You'd been sent to a nearby system by the manager-come-chef of the eatery to see whether a particular ingredient that had begun to create a buzz was the sort the eatery could use. If so, your job after that was to pay for a shipment and organise future shipments to Coruscant. You jumped at the chance when you were offered it, telling Obi-Wan excitedly the next time you saw him. Another chance to leave Coruscant and see another world was something you weren't going to give up. The planet you'd been sent to however was known to not be the safest. You'd convinced Obi-Wan that there was no need for him to find a way to come along with you. In the end, being the negotiator he is, he gave you a blaster. Despite saying how uncivillised they were, if it kept you safe then that's all that mattered. He said goodbye to you at the dock, wishing you a safe journey. You'd left Coruscant a few days ago and now you were returning. The wonder of being on a new planet didn't last very long, the rumours were quite true, the planet was a bit rough. A wrong look and people took offence, it was easy to get wrapped up in a conflict with only a violent end. Luckily you managed to stay clear of any confrontations. You took a seat on shop taking you home and readied yourself for the hyperspace travel. That was one thing you hadn't got used to, the faster than light travel that churned your stomach. You waited for the announcement and furrowed your brow when it never came. No instead the ship shuddered and jolted forwards suddenly. An alarm started to flash over the decks and worry filled you. You weren't going to die in space. Space was cold and if you were to die you'd rather die warm, preferably in the arms of your lover.
Your gaze locked with the other passengers, some were business individuals, some were families, small children huddled to their parents. Afraid. There was fear thick in the air.
"Don't worry its just a little technical trouble." A parent hushed their child. You thought to yourself that they were a terrible liar. You gazed out of the window, seeing nothing but far off stars. The ship shook again, more violently this time. Your hand went to the blaster strapped to your side as a precaution. You were sure the captain was meant to say something reassuring to calm the passengers. Nothing was heard from the cockpit. You knew that only meant two things, either they didn't care, or they were too busy dealing with whatever problem the ship faced. Once again the ship jolted, it shook for a moment before stilling suddenly. A metalic clunk was heard from the floor above. Every passenger including yourself looked up instantly.
"Shit." You whispered. The realisation of what was happening dawned on you, as well as other passengers. It wasn't a technical difficulty the ship was in. The ship had been caught in a tractor beam. The clunk heard a moment before, was a seal being formed between the docking ports on the transport ship and whatever ship had now attached itself to it. You bit your lip and cursed when the lights went out, the other passengers screamed out in horror.
"Fucking pirates... this is ballsy of them." A disgruntled passenger muttered, reaching for their own weapon.
You heard blaster fire from the floor above. The passengers huddled far away from the door of the compartment. You knelt behind a seat, your blaster sat on the ground as you fastened your hair up. If there was going to be a fight, you weren't going to let your hair get in your way. You held a finger to your lips as your gaze flickered over the unarmed and vunerable passengers. You hoped the pirates would simply grab the cargo, then leave. Promptly. You'll never hear the end of it from Obi-Wan, you knew. You'll have to face the 'I told you so' look he'd given you since he was a Padawan when you discarded his help and ended up in a predicament. Light flooded the passenger compartment, you shielded your eyes at the blinding light. You heard blasters ready to fire followed by the fearful cries of some of the passengers. A set of orders were barked, telling you all to stand. One by one, the passengers did as they were told. Several pirate crew members stepped forward and harshly yanked weapons from those who had them. Including you.
"None of ya will be hurt. Just stay quiet an' don't try nothin'. We just want the cargo." One of the pirates paced the compartment, a smile of his face.
You grumbled as time passed. The pirates were taking their damn time about taking the cargo. When you heard laughter, you realised why. They'd found some kind of alcohol and decided to dabble in their winnings early. A passenger cursed as they came to the same conclusion.
"That was expensive whiskey." A male passenger grumbled.
"And we'll make sure to enjoy it!" A pirate called out, causing a wave of laughter to erupt from the other pirates guarding the passenger compartment. The tension became thicker in the compartment the longer the pirates aimed their weapons at you and the others. Abruptly a figure entered the room, clearly this was the leader of the group, his demeanour demanded respect and obedience.
"Well thanks for bein' such good ol' boys and girls. We'll be leavin' now."
You gritted your teeth with how cocky and condescending he was being. Abruptly a pirate strode over to you and grasped your collar, yanking you away from the other passengers. You struggled and cursed but it got you nowhere.
"This the one?" The pirate who grabbed you asked. You wanted to spit and curse at the pirates but knew it was better to wait and gauge the situation first, something you'd leaned from Obi-Wan. The cocky leader grasped your chin harshly.
"Yes."
You pulled away and snarled at the man. A swift slap across your face surprised you.
"Our benefactor for this lil' expedition doesn't want you harmed, but I'm sure a bruise or two is fine," suddenly he grasped your hair tight, making you hiss in pain. "You see bitch, you're also our cargo. Take her aboard."
Your eyes widened realising this was more than just the cargo in the hold. You were targeted specifically. Quickly you went for your communicator without thinking, hoping you'd be fast enough to get an emergency transmission to Coruscant. A well placed blaster shot took care of that, the communicator breaking apart, shrapnel cutting your hand. Several pirates grabbed you and took you kicking and yelling back to their ship.
"Fuck." You mumbled as you felt the pirate's ship pull away. You had no idea who this so called benefactor was, but something about it made your blood run icy cold. Maybe you wouldn't die in space, but something told you that you'd be facing death soon enough.
The pirate's ship had gone into hyperspace, you were completely lost in the galaxy now. You had no idea how far they were going but with how long they'd been in hyperspace, you feared the worst. You couldn't understand who would want to take you hostage, you were no one special, no one of importance. To the world you were just a waitress of some insignificant diner. Though clearly someone thought you were worth something. That thought scared you. Suddenly the ship lurched out of hyperspace. Once again you heard the sounds of another ship docking to the one you were in. A shudder went through you, one that frightened you. Who exactly just boarded the ship? You found your answer quickly. The leader of this band of pirates dragged you from your confines, through the ship and to an empty room that you supposed was meant for meetings. You heard their benefactor before you saw them. Heavy metal steps against the metal floor of the ship echoed menacingly through the door. Abruptly the doors to the room opened revealing two Zabraks. Your eyes went wide. You'd never met them before but you knew exactly who they were.
"Ah, you got what I hired you for." The first Zabrak through the door grasped your chin and grinned at you. You couldn't stop the whimper escaping your lips. You cursed yourself for showing weakness. The Zabrak ran his fingers over your cheek.
"Its nice to meet you, dear one." He mocked. You were fucked and you were going to die and you knew it.
The other Zabrak grabbed you painfully hard and dragged you to their ship. You didn't stop the tears that fell. You were restrained and fastened to a seat by the window. You watched horrified as the Zabrak's detached from the pirate's ship, a moment passed before they open fired. Soon enough there was no pirate ship left. No witnesses. No help. Your eyes closed as your heart clenched. The first Zabrak stepped over to you, he regarded you a moment before removing his weapon from his side and igniting it. A blood red blade stretched out, almost touching your neck. You could feel the heat radiating off it.
"Do you know what a Saber is capable of?" The Zabrak spoke slowly, darkly. You shied away from the blade. He gestured down at himself.
"Sometimes its results can be quite extreme. Other times, just a simple... touch," your captor pressed the blade lightly to your shoulder, a scream was ripped from your throat as your skin blistered and burned. "Can be just as agonising."
The Zabrak turned off the Saber, replacing it on his belt.
"I assume you're also aware of what power the Force holds?" He once again ran his fingers over your cheek. You tried to pull away, but you couldn't. You were frozen. The Zabrak had his hand held out to you, clearly the origin of your immobility. That's when the pain in your head started, small and quiet at first, growing larger and louder and more painful. You wanted to thrash, you wanted to scream but the pain was just too much. Your mind was on fire. Burning like the sun. Then it was gone.
"W-what do you...want." A stupid question you knew, but your mind was mess and your better judgement had left you.
"Pain. Suffering. But not yours dear one," he mocked again. "Someone else's. You know who. Your pain and suffering is just a welcome addition."
You weren't sure whether hours or days had passed. You were in constant pain, burns and bloody cuts began to litter your body. You were being broken by him. By the individual who robbed Obi-Wan of his Master along with his previous love. There was nothing you could do. You were grasped by your hair and dragged through the ship until you were forced to your knees in front of a hologram console. Maul who was the main source of your torture grinned down at you as the transmission began. Your hair was grasped harshly again and pulled, forcing you to look up.
"Do you want another woman's blood on your hands Kenobi?" Maul hissed. You didn't hear much of your captors words, your head was still spinning from the mind numbing pain you'd been subjected to less than an hour before. You weren't aware of the red blade until it sliced across your chest lightly, burning the skin. Your screams echoed in your ears. Once the transmission ended, the Zabrak laughed darkly at your weak body. You were pale, beaten, bruised, cut and burned. You regretted leaving Coruscant. You were forcefully taken back to the room you were confined to, the room you dreaded seeing the door open to because you knew it would only bring you agony. You spent what felt like several hours in that dark room until the doors opened again. Your torturer grinned down at you, lifting you from the ground using the Force to bring your body over to him, dropping you onto the floor.
"I can't wait to see his face." Maul hissed. He grasped your shoulder and pushed you until you found yourself no longer on a ship but on solid ground. You shied away from the bright light outside.
"Now... we wait."
You took in your surroundings, there was nothing but tall rocky cliffs and cracked dry earth for miles. Nowhere to run and hide. You just wanted to rest. You wanted home. You wanted Obi-Wan.
Abruptly two shadows appeared on the cliff not too far from where you stood. The two Zabrak's stood defensively. A moment passed and the figures jumped to the ground, both landing gracefully.
"I told him to come alone." Your torturer growled.
"You really expected him to?" A bout of courage passed over you, and was gone as quick as it came when your throat became tight, painfully so, you struggled getting enough air into your lungs. Then the feeling was gone. You gasped in relief.
"Kenobi."
"Would you like to surrender now or perhaps after we have a rematch? What do you think Ventress?" Obi-Wan's voice drifted through the air.
"Tell me why I shouldn't just kill her right now?" Maul raised you from the ground, holding you in the air using the Force, you once again struggled to breathe. You clawed at your throat, your mind not realising that it wasn't physical, that there was nothing tangible around your throat.
"Oddly familiar isn't it? A lover of yours in my grasp, clawing at their throat as I slowly choke the life from them."
"Let her go." Obi-Wan's voice was low as his gaze was fixed on your captor. The Zabrak ignited the Saber in his grasp and thrust it towards you. You flinched ready for the pain to come. Ready for it all to end. It felt like a lifetime for the blade to reach you, a sharp cry escaped your lips, your brow furrowing in pain. Your eyes widened, the red blade fractions from your face, the fresh burn on your cheek, flaring with how close the Saber was. Two other blades had crossed underneath of your captors, forcing away the blade that should be through your chest. Your gaze jumped to Obi-Wan who's eyes were wide, panic filling his gaze. You were dropped a moment later as your captors fought with your rescuers. Quickly you scrambled away from the fight. Your eyes couldn't keep up with the blows and parries of the battle. You tried to follow to understand who had the upper hand. It was too fast. You'd never seen Obi-Wan fight before; you felt pride swell in your chest watching him.
"Get her out of here!" Obi-Wan shouted to Ventress. Abruptly Obi-Wan was taking on both of the Zabraks, the woman who came along with him rushed to you, helping you up from the ground.
"Kenobi won't be able to hold them off for long."
"I won't leave him! I'm no damsel in distress!" You argued.
"And what do you call the situation you're in now?" She questioned with a smirk.
"Its called buying my time." You quickly took the blaster attached to Ventress's hip. You looked over the weapon, it was rarely used, clearly she preferred Sabers over blasters.
"Oh I like you." The woman smirked.
"Ventress!" Obi-Wan shouted, noticing she hadn't taken you to safety. You hadn't fired one in years, not since your days in the rough bars on Coruscant working as a bartender. Swiftly you held up the weapon, aimed and fired. A furious cry filled the air, you saw your torturer's companion drop his Saber. Ventress dashed back into the fray, using the Force to retrieve the dropped weapon. You stepped forward holding the blaster up, ready to fire again.
"I suppose she's an improvement on your last lover. This one knows how to fight back." Maul mocked.
"Don't you dare desecrate Satine's memory! She was a better being than you ever will be!" You spat out, ending your words with a single blast of the weapon, hitting the Zabrak in the shoulder. Ventress took the moment of distraction to use the Force to throw Maul as far as she could, you watched as he landed and rolled on the cracked earth, leaving the other Zabrak alone.
"Kenobi, go now. Take her and go." She called to your lover. He nodded and rushed over to you, he cupped your cheek, relief flashing over his face. He grasped your hand and began to retreat to where his ship was. You glanced over your shoulder to see Ventress once again fighting. You hissed as you climbed into the U-wing class ship. Obi-Wan guided you to the co-pilot's seat and fastened you in.
"You're safe darling." He reassured you. His words only sank in once you'd left the planet. Once the ship went into hyperspace you finally spoke.
"Can I sleep?" You asked gently. You saw the tension leave Obi-Wan's shoulders. His gaze fell on you, sadness and regret etched into his expression.
"Of course. We'll be back on Coruscant soon. You'll need Bacta treatment." He noted as he took in your appearance fully. You hummed, settling into your seat and allowing yourself to find sleep.
Light touches brought you from your sleep. Your eyes fluttered open, blue eyes meeting yours. You'd never smiled so brightly in your life.
"Obi-Wan."
"Darling. Time to get you fixed up."
You looked around to find yourself in your apartment. Noticing your expression of sheer confusion Obi-Wan explained.
"I thought you were hard enough to wake usually, but you were impossible to wake, I had to carry you here."
You chucked then flinched as the burn across you chest stung. Very slowly Obi-Wan helped sit you up and retrieved your first aid box filled with Bacta patches and bandages. As he gently placed the patches and bandages on each of your injuries he pressed a loving kiss on top each time. Soon enough you were dressed in your sleep clothes and curled up under your bedsheets, a warm cup of tea resting in your palms. Obi-Wan was laid beside you, his expression distracted.
"Obi... speak to me... I need to hear your voice." You reached out and grasped his hand.
"Did I really hear Ventress say she liked you?" He wondered.
"Yes she did, after I took her blaster." You smiled softly.
"Thank you dear one. For what you said about Satine..." he drifted off, recalling your actions with the blaster.
"Obi-Wan... not only is she your first love, she was a brilliant woman, I wasn't going to stand by and let him disgrace her memory." You explained.
"I feared you would join her memory as well. When I saw him holding you... like he held Satine... I could see you succumbing to the same fate. If it wasn't for Ventress... I fear today would've turned out different."
"How did you convince her to come with you?" You questioned.
"The bounty on Savage has tripled since our last encounter. I told her she had another shot at claiming the reward."
You nodded in understanding.
"I'm thankful she was there."
Obi-Wan took the empty cup from your grasp and placed it on the bedside table. He gathered you in his arms and settled down under the bed sheets. His fingers brushed over your shoulders, your neck, your cheek.
"I'd like you to take a few days my darling, you've been through an ordeal. I'd like to make sure you're well before I leave for my duties." Obi-Wan spoke quietly.
"I'd like that my brave Jedi." You whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He kissed back passionately, his palms cupping your cheeks as he fed as much love as he could into the kiss. He was hurting you could tell, the panic of possibly losing you hadn't quite passed, he had been tortured in his own way, forced to relive Satine's murder as you faced the same fate. You laid there under the covers, not feeling particularly tired, stroking Obi-Wan's beard, earning a sleepy smile from him.
"I'm proud of you Obi-Wan." You told him, watching his eyes slowly shut. You held him gently, caressing his cheek as you noticed his breathing beginning to even out and slow down. You laid your head on his shoulder and let out a sad smile. You were worried for the coming days, unsure how the torture would manifest itself, but you were glad you at least had your beloved Jedi with you for now.
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