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st4rc4t · 2 months

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hasan piker x weed smoking reader hcs

disclaimer! i do not condone underage marijuana usage!! this is just something silly for ppl who do/have smoked weed before. if ur under 21 in the united states don’t do it !!!

cw: marijuana usage, friends to lovers sorta idk the situation is weird, autistic coded reader ? it kinda just happens, semi pining, gn!reader

wc: 1.1k+

a/n: just me and my 3 weed smoking gfs

most of his friends in the youtube/twitch scene also smoke weed so he doesn’t really care

he smokes occasionally but only at night to help wind down a little bit

he doesnt mind the smell but he really hates when his clothes and hair smell like it

so when he’s around you make sure you’re either outside or blowing it out of a window

you never smoke inside his house

he didn’t ask you not to, you just assumed he wouldn’t like it

he doesnt and it makes him blush a little at ur consideration

whenever you get high and he doesn’t, he never says “omg ur so high” while ur trying to talk

cus like . yeah obviously that was the point ! and its not like ur completely different while high, just a little floatier and it takes you a minute to get thru ur sentences

but you talk about pretty much the same stuff and he loves talking to you

and u laugh a lot he likes that too

dont tell anyone tho

you looove getting high with him its such a special treat

ull be gathering ur paraphernalia to take out on the patio and he wanders out of his stream room looking like the sad hamster

he sees you getting ready, getting a bottle of juice and such and asks if he can join u

gasp of course he can !!!!!

asking how fucked up he wants to get so you know the best method of smoke delivery

he wants to sleep Good tonight so indica in the bong it is !

he’s nervous ab the bong so u bring out a bowl too incase he gets cold feet

he watches you get comfy in your seat outside, a comfortable warmth from the california setting sun

arranging everything ready on the table

“you look like a tweaker”

“im gonna make you a tweaker if ur not careful”

he laughs but he keeps watching you carefully pick out a healthy portion from the large bud you have, pushing it into the prongs of your grinder and twisting the two pieces against each other

he watches you pour the contents of a reusable water bottle into the large glass piece, eyeing the level of water

he watches you stop and put it to your lips, taking a pretend hit and making sure the water level is good

he watches you carefully pack the ground up flower into both bowl pieces, using your fingers to pat it level and dusting the excess back into the grinder with each one

you notice him staring but dont say anything until you’re already done

you make him an offering, bong and bowl in each respective hand. eyebrows raised as if to say, “which are we feeling?” but when he continues staring at the contents of your hands, you actually speak.

“dude are you already high, whats going on?” you laugh cautiously, genuinely a little worried but keeping it light hearted. he seems to snap out of it at your voice.

his eyes dart around for a second as he reenters his surroundings, chuckling when your word’s finally register, “no, yeah- sorry… really long day today,” his words fizzle out as he goes along. you cant help but feel bad, you dont know how he deals with streaming sometimes. you also feel weird about giving him a mind altering substance while he already seems spaced out.

setting the pieces down safely on the table, you look at him seriously before speaking, “are you sure you wanna do this? you’re kinda out of it,” you’re hard trying not to sound condescending, but you doubt he can read your tone that well right now anyway.

he smiles the most minuscule amount and looks away, but you see it. “yeah, im sure,” he sighs out gently before continuing, “i need to empty my brain,” he finishes by looking back to you with already tired eyes. you nod in understanding, relishing in knowing exactly how to fix his problem.

picking up the little glass bowl and a lighter, you hand both to him. they instantly look tiny in his hand and you’re not sure how he’s gonna actually do this. after realising you gave him green hit, you remind him to take a small hit. he just rolls his eyes sarcastically and scoffs, like of course he would, but you both know he would’ve blown a lung.

you watch him fumble with the glass, trying to get a good grip that covers the carb and wont burn his hand when he lights it

he eventually gets it and takes a little corner hit

a bit bigger than he was expecting tho so he does that thing where u cough the smoke out

just awful btw

u give him some water hes fine but boy does he love to complain

u just laugh at him and take ur own hit

breathing in deep, holding it for a second, and letting it go watching it escape into the open air

when he sees other people smoke it usually feels more rushed and energetic, like they were trying to ingest as much thc in as little time as possible

but you take your time. gathering everything and getting comfortable, settling into the ritual of the action. you take your time and let yourself feel it, you take your time and make sure he’s fully prepared before offering him anything

oh no he likes you !

he does end up hitting the bong but like the smallest baby hit so it doesn’t even count

he is sooo silly when hes high loves to laugh

he will def devolve into political rants if you let him, but you’re pretty good at making him laugh and redirecting him when hes like this

bc he smoked an indica this time his eyes are even more droopy than they were before and you can tell he’s getting tired

you clean up and follow him back inside amd he goes completely baby mode at the sight of kaya sleeping on the couch

petting her and pressing his face into her fur, going on and on about how soft she is

you laugh and sit on the other end of the big sectional covered in pillows and blankets

when hes done melting into kaya he sits down next to u with his arm around the back of the couch

real smooth .

it works 1000%

watching smth stupid like family guy (genuinely my fave show while high i will not elaborate)

chilling until he decides to go to bed at like 8:30

he convinces u to sleep on the couch bc ur both too high to drive and he would freak out at the thought of u in an uber rn

okay i have to be done i basically wrote a oneshot in the middle bye bye

#hasabi posting #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker #my writing

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the-wiggler · 15 days

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I hope we kiss goodnight, it might just end my life

phyiscally cannot stop thinking about elliot and sunshine and im projecting bad in this fic but shhhh im allowed to.

sypnosis: sunshine cant sleep, except when elliot is around. [title is from Kiss Goodnight by IDKHOW]

word count: 1.1k

Their eyes slowly fluttered open, blue morning light washing over their room, tinting everything in the same hue. They were facing the ceiling now, their blanket tangled between their legs. 6 am. Their eyes fluttered shut, a weary sigh filling the empty room. That was what…2 hours of sleep? It’s better this way. Force themselves to sleep later, the self-induced insomnia meant that their brain prioritises deep sleep over REM, the dream-having sleep phase. That was what their therapist said anyway. Less sleep means less REM means less dreams means less nightmares.

Sure, it was an “unhealthy” coping mechanism, with its “averse” side effects, and a method their therapist “highly discouraged”. But if it meant fewer nightmares, Sunshine would brave the sluggishness, the irritation, the occasional nausea and the concerned looks from their friends.

Like now, as they sat on the worn, soft couch of Elliot’s apartment. Sinking into the worse-for-wear leather, scratched and faded in a way that perfectly matched Elliot’s second-hand-vintage-found-on-the-side-of-the-road-borderline-trash-esque design choices, they avoided the watchful gaze of their friend and hoped that their concealer had done a good enough job to cover their eyebags.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I think you look amazing as you are, Sunshine,” He chuckled, settling down next to them, “But, uh, you’re looking a little….worse for wear.”

Ok so maybe the concealer wasn’t doing the best job.

They waved their hand dismissively, making up some excuse about jobs, life, busy this, busy that, no time to rest. It came easily now. Lying, that is. And it wasn’t really a lie, they had filled and jam-packed their schedule full of random events to avoid a moment of rest, should they accidentally slip back into the ever-inviting embrace of sleep.

Not good enough for Elliot, though. As they watched his brow furrow in a way that made them want to instinctively smooth out, they racked their brain to reassure Elliot. There was, after all, no need to pile on more shit to Elliot’s plate.

“I’ve just been having trouble sleeping is all,” They reassured him quickly, “Nothing to worry about, I got some melatonin pills and it’s just taking some time to get used to.”

He conceded with one last concerned look, before turning his attention to the TV. “Alright, so, I was thinking for tonight, we could watch…The Tunnel? Or….Final Prayer?”

Now it was their turn to quirk an eyebrow. “You want to watch a horror movie? Mr. Never Watched FNAF, Mr. Scared of the Babadook, Mr-”

“Ok listen, I think we both know that the 4th FNAF game is genuinely horrifying. And, well, no, I’d much rather watch an actually feel-good movie. But if my bestest friend of all time has been raving about how wonderful this movie is, and has been feeling down, I will concede and watch whatever mind-fucky content you so eagerly consume as a coping mechanism. I’m simply fulfilling my best friend duties. No matter how messed up it is. And I will ignore how the fact that you watch horror movies as a coping mechanism is a major red flag and possibly a sign of a budding serial killer. Because I’m such a good friend. The best, even. ”

They scoff indignantly, “Ok, yeah I’m the serial killer. Says the one whose forever excuse is Sorry, was burying the bodies.”

It always starts like this. As Elliot loads up the movie, they make sure to maintain a completely platonic distance between them, two friends sitting on a couch, five feet apart because they are not pining for their ridiculously attractive, soft-hearted best friend. Elliot scoots closer, the leather dipping under his weight, forming a crater around them, cocooning them together, pushing Elliot closer to them. They feign annoyance as Elliot shoots a mischievous look at them. “Oh don’t think you’re getting away scot-free, Sunshine. I might be sacrificing several nights of sleep to cheer you up, but you’re going to be my human shield tonight. Trade-offs.”

Despite this, he wraps an arm around them, the dip of the couch pushing them snugly into his side. Who’s protecting who, Elliot? Regardless, they lean into his touch, his hand gently moving up and down their arm.

They blink.

The blanket around them definitely did not belong to them, but smelled familiarly comforting in a way that broke down all of Sunshine’s defences. Half asleep and not fully cognizant of their surroundings, they push themself deeper into the blanket burrow around them, instinctually chasing the fuzzy feeling of slowly waking up in the morning after a good, solid, rejuvenated night of sleep.

“Morning sleepyhead.” A familiarly husky voice; and the words don’t register, nothing but the groggy understanding that this voice emanated safety, understanding, and protection pulled Sunshine out of their dazed state. They push themselves up, rubbing their eyes to see Elliot standing there, morning hair unruly, beaming down at them. “You zonked out last night on my couch.”

Too groggy to come up with a retort, they lean into him as he sits next to them. He makes a noise of surprise, but otherwise lifts his arm to allow them to press into his side. “You’re oddly snuggly Sunshine,” He chuckles, pulling them closer, “And you fall asleep every time we hang out, am I that boring?” They half-heartedly slap his chest, feeling his chuckles reverberate through them. They sit there, in silence, simply enjoying the slow mornin in each others presence before Elliot clears his throat awkwardly.

“Anyways, uh, how was your sleep last night?”

“Good,” They mumble, “Slept well.” No nightmares, no dreams at all, actually rested. Better than they had all month

“That’s uh-that’s good.”

“Only ever sleep well when you’re around.” Still sleep-addled and fueled by the simple wants of the heart, they bring their arms to wrap around his torso, mumbling sleepily against his chest, “Maybe you’re magic.”

As they drift off back into a dreamless sleep, Elliot’s hands move to pull them in closer. Pressing a kiss to the crown of their head, he whispers, his voice impossibly soft, yearning dripping from his words, “Just for you, Sunshine.”

#redacted elliot #elliot redacted #redacted asmr #redacted audio #the balance redacted #no. 1 fan of reuniting elliot and sunshine PLEASE #fuck wlse do u tag lmfaoooo #silly writing stuff: redacted edition #yapping about elliot #my humble offerings

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faerunsbest · 2 months

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I love Rolan for a million reasons( i am drubk thinking of rolan shhh let it happen)

but i love him because he also has a visible character arc you get to watch his character grow.

i know that as a partner he could ONLY expand on that ability to learn and improve at vast and unimaginable speeds. I don't think when you meet him hes a virgin i think he has experience be it very little and surface level.

i imagine by the time you meet him hes just past three, the most important three. that one child like love where you look and adore someone and cannot fathom the feelings you're experiencing and it is absolutely destined to be your very first heartbreak and for him its his fault for being clueless for not knowing what he was feeling until it was too late. The realization probably hit like a ton of bricks

the 2nd time he knew what he felt but had no idea how to navigate that feeling or what to do with those feelings. the first time he was pining and absolutely knew it. when finally he worked up the courage and stunningly they said yes to him!

and he stumbles through trying to learn how to care for them and when finally he does he realizes he forgot that he deserved care too. It isn't fair he gave them so much and suddenly hes left watched that partner be toted off by someone with more confidence and self assurance.

and by the god the third time around he was so SURE he was so sure he had it down- he must by now. he know how to proclaim his feelings, he knew how to make his partner know he wanted them. he knew how stand his ground and speak his mind- that he deserved care too.

problem as he lay in bed with them, they disagreed. he had miscalculated and given up a huge part of himself he could never get back. and now then, everything was wrong and he had no time to cope. no time to heal his siblings needed his mug confidence- they needed more than anything for him to light the path to safety. so he did, he gave his heart entirely to the people who loved him with their whole heart and isn't fair.

it isn't fair that some lunatic came marching down a dirt path caked in blood bile and mud and just looked at him. they looked at him with sad pitying eyes if they knew something he didn't. as if his weak arms could carry any burden. HOW DARE THEY! But lia smiled with tears in her eyes and the way cal sighed heavy with relief.

And this blasted lunatic with with such wild eyes and an unreadable heart left again, they where seen in the grove at a passing glance like a whisper- something you weren't sure anyone said. maybe you imagine it.

but you post certainly didn't imagine a terrified little girl crying and sobbing against her parents about a stranger that saved them. You didn't imagine the massive clouds of destruction over the camp so many miles away. you did not imagine them coming back and looking at you with pride.

and horribly you heart fluttered.

stop that.

again at some ridiculous part they stood nearby watching you kindly, hiding a limp. clouding injuries no one needed to see. but you knew something was amiss, and they smiled just for you. they clapped and cheered just for you.

and HORRIBLY your heart skipped a beat, the feeling making a tightness in your chest that you knew. and it isn't fair.

it isn't fair that you're bawling at goddamn bar trying to drown yourself away and they appear out of nowhere with those pitying eyes on you. they reach out and you cant help the spines on your tongue the hateful way you lash out when they SWEAR they'll save the others. They bring cal and lia home to you, blood dribbles out from under their armor and you- FOOL THAT YOU ARE! you believe them.

they disappear up the stair and world takes another turn for the worse and some how it is pulled backward. you look over your should and you see it- that moment that should have been their last/ someone strikes out at your refuges icon- its beacon and this bastard lunatic steps in the way, hands empty and arms stretched out. they pull Isobel behind them- their body only a shield.

how unbelievable this is the moment you know its too late. the thought of that blade striking them down leaves your body cold and numb and no one listens when you scream out.

But it isn't the end.

that precious lunatic bellows and roars and it rattles deep in your ribs.

They turn the blade, they turn the tide.

and you know horribly its too late.

its not fair, how could you possibly fall in love with this person who only ever gave you such pitying eyes.

You stand there at the bar watching them bleeding and pulling up Isobel, you watch them take hold of her soft round face and make sure shes safe. something inside burns and you look around. like a fool you're just sitting trying to drown your guilt when its possible! its entirely possible to do the impossible.

the feeling wears on your skin and your bones and the dark seeps into your pores and you're left with your knees in the mud feeling your eyes begin to sting. then all of a sudden a wave of warmth washes over you and its blinding.

there they are again.

in bleak endless night there they are light sun eclipsing the moon. it isn't fair the way you feel yourself light up at the sight of them it isn't fair how hope and relief flood you as they take hold of your arm and pull you up.

Those behind them smiling brightly, they look tired but assured, confident in the company they keep.

and it isn't fair.

but how glorious when you look from a polling stupor at the bar and see them. Cal and Lia slightly worse for wear but alive! Gloriously alive and all you can do is scold them! scold them for leaving you. You couldn't possibly admit to the terror that near overwhelmed you as the night overtake the day as the dark has overwhelmed this land.

by the time you find the words they are staring upward, watching the sunrise in once eternal night. There is a furious silver angel cutting the dark and leading that lunatics way...

and like a stark raving mad lunatic you feel yourself be overwhelmed with gratitude and hope. Like some psychopath you dare to stand up tall as you can and just fucking march.

unknowingly into the mouth of madness and once again when you are lost and alone and bogged down in the dark this fucking psycho appears again in the door.

They are happy and cheerful and at the mere sight of you that smile falls, but.. not in the way it seems.

a hand cradles your face while a delicate voice asks who. who did this to you, there is an outraced laced sweetly beneath and you can feel it. You try to turn away but.. the question is there.

naught but to do but answer honestly.

something you had never seen on them in all this is that quiet subtle rage. muted and quieted for release at a later time. more stunning when return again to the titans tower to rip him from it's throne.

You cannot declare your love... but you can and you do.

and as you announce your willingness to be exactly where they need you.. you see it. A deep exhaustion down in their bones and you want to scream.

you can do nothing right.

you can do nothing.

#bg3 #tav #romance #baldurs gate 3 #oc #rolan #sketch #art #artbyale #writing #ram #rambles #love #rolan in love #tiefling #i am very drunk #be kind #shhh #perspective

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hoshimochicchi · 2 months

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”Who’s your favorite ship?” (Kiyoyachi)

you cant look me in the eye and tell me kiyoko and yachi dont ship some of their team members together bc they def do

Dynamic: Mutual pining, teammates-friends-lovers, Fluffy

Includes: Kiyoko and yachi being fangirls, they love their team, its so cute, idfk, lesbians

Practice had just ended, and the two managers of Karasuno were walking to the train station together to drop off Yachi. A comfortable silence hung around them, until Yachi said something.

“Ne, Shimizu-senpai, they’re really amazing, aren’t they?”

Kiyoko looked at her junior, then smiled lightly.

“Yeah. They are.”

It was silent once more.

“Ne, have you noticed that Sawamura-senpai and Sugawara-senpai act a little… like a married couple?” Kiyoko giggled, and nodded.

“Of course. I’ve been with them for three years. Though sadly, they aren’t dating yet.”

“EHH? BUT WITH HOW CLOSE THEY ARE I WOULD’VE THOUGHT- OH NO- I MADE A WRONG ASSUMPTION ABOUT THEM-”

“Don’t worry Hitoka-chan. I’ve been trying to get them together for a while now. I actually just set them both up together on a blind date later this weekend. I have high hopes for that.”

Kiyoko paused, then resumed talking.

“You know who is dating though? Noya-san and Asahi-san. Also Kinoshita-san and Narita-san.” “Ehhh?! I just thought they were really close… though they do act like they’re dating… I thought the same with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, but turns out they’re also dating as well!!”

“Really? What about Kageyama and Hinata?”

Yachi thought for a while, until gently shaking her head.

“Nope. Though I really hope they get together soon. They’re probably my favorite pairing on the team.”

Yachi looked up to her senior.

“What about you, Shimizu-senpai? Who’s your favorite ship?”

Kiyoko stopped walking, making Yachi stop. The older girl turned around and smiled. She leaned in and lightly kissed the other’s lips. It was short, but sweet, with all the love and innocence of a first kiss. Kiyoko smiled once again, and softly whispered.

“Us.”

Yachi- the poor girl, bless her- short circuited, and froze, turning red like a tomato. Kiyoko smiled, and continued to walk forward. Yachi quickly snapped out of her daze and went to catch up to the third year.

“W-w-wait a minute!! Shi-shimuzu-senpai!! Do-oes this mean yo-ou like me?”

“Yes.”

It was silent.

Not the awkward type of silence, but not the comfortable type. It was just silent.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Hitoka-chan?”

Everything seemed to slow down, the birds, the cars, everything. Until it just seemed the outside world had frozen. It was nothing, nothing but the two of them. Until, slowly a deep breath, then one word.

“Yes.”

…

Sometimes in Karasuno, when you see the two managers of the males’ volleyball team, you can see them holding hands.

Nobody really knows about their relationship. And it’s not like you can just ask, or pry. After all, Shimizu Kiyoko and Yachi Hitoka are both mature and reserved ladies.

Not that anyone cares. They’re really cute and wholesome together. It’s such a great display of friendship.

But that’s all.

Nobody really gives it more thought. That maybe, just maybe. They’re more than friends.

But anyways… It’s not like anybody needs to know that the two managers of the males’ volleyball team are lesbians!! They’ll figure it out themselves.

But for now, all you’ll see are two girls who happen to hold hands and go everywhere together. Just friends. That’s all.

Until you catch them making out in an empty classroom or storage closet.

Oops.

Oh well.

#haikyuu #kiyoko shimizu #yachi hitoka #kiyoyachi #fluff #mutual pining #friends to lovers #sapphic

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prettytoxix · 2 years

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EDDIE MUNSON LATE NIGHT BLURB ✨

A/N: this is my first sort of fic thing, please be nice. The basis of the plot is that y/n (fem) can’t sleep and calls up Eddie :)

Content: friends to lovers, fluff, and Eddie being adorable <3

Word count: 1434

It was late at night and y/n was somewhat sleeping. She was in a state of sleep that wasn’t exactly sleeping but she wasn’t awake either.

She sits up in bed deciding that she’s had enough of this empty feeling. Scanning her organized and well decorated room she holds her gaze towards the phone on her desk. The gears in her head were turning as she was deciding what to do. She stands up from her bed and quietly walks on the pads of her feet as to not make any noise. Pulling her desk chair out with the utmost delicacy so she won’t wake her family.

She places herself on the chair. This chair that oddly brings back so many memories for her. It reminds her of the perfect winter day when they bought it. She had insisted to her father that she needed a new desk and with a new desk she would need a new chair. Her father had decided to make a day out of it. He took her to lunch and bought her milkshakes. It was a great day.

She lifts the phone and takes a deep breath before starting to dial a number. This number is a number that she has memorized by heart. She has called it so many times that dialing it is pure muscle memory.

She closes her eyes as she waits for him to pick up. Suddenly she hears the other end pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ed’s” Y/n whispers

“Well hello, princess.” Eddie says. “What can I do for you on this fine evening?”

“I just can’t sleep… do you wanna do something?”

“Well lucky for you I also can’t sleep. Do you wanna come over? We could watch a movie or something.”

“That sounds perfect, I’ll start heading over.”

It was a walk that Y/n has done thousands of times. It’s 100% safe but nonetheless, Eddie persists that he come pick her up.

“Y/n, I don’t feel comfortable with you walking alone so late at night. I’ll come pick you up. Be there in five.” And just like that Eddie hangs up.

Y/n quickly puts on some acceptable clothes other than a nightgown. She pulls on her favorite pair of jeans. They’re black with rips in the knees that hang loosely on her legs. She pairs it with a nice multi colored tanktop with red, white, yellow, and blue stripes. Lastly she puts on her jean jacket because she knows it’ll be cold.

She hears something tapping on her window. Not tapping. More like something is being thrown. She glides over to her window and looks out. There’s Eddie. Throwing pine cones at her window to get her attention. He’s not trying to make too much noise because he doesn’t want to wake her family.

Y/n opens the window and starts to climb out of it. Eddie can’t help but laugh. The image of this pure girl, academically perfect, never gets in trouble, climbing out of her window late at night. It’s an image that he’s seen multiple times but makes him snicker every time he sees it because it’s so out of character for her.

Y/n jumps down and lands quietly on her feet. She lands in a sort of crouched down pose and Eddie offers his hand out to her.

The two teenagers get into his running van and Y/n’s ears are instantly filled with the sound of Metallica.

“So I was thinking… do you want to get snacks?” Eddie asks.

“Of course I want snacks! Have you met me?”

Eddie turns the van into a gas station parking lot. It is at this moment y/n realizes something. Something she’s pushed down for so long.

The way the lamp post illuminated Eddie’s face and the way his big brown eyes gazed at her. It filled her stomach with butterflies. But she knows she can never say anything about these feelings. She cant dare to ruin their friendship.

But these feelings were so intense. Every given moment she was thinking about Eddie. Thinking about how badly she wants to kiss him and for him to hold her close.

She lets these thoughts run through her mind for a split second before Eddie interrupts.

“Y/n?”

She zones back in, “yes?”

“I asked if you wanted to get slurpees.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I was just- uhm spacing out. I’m really tired but can’t seem to grasp the concept of sleep.” She says laughing awkwardly trying to diffuse the situation.

“Alright then, lets get our butts inside!”

Eddie gets out and heads directly into the gas station as you follow right behind him. He doesn’t even hesitate before starting to get his slurpee assembled.

“Are you seriously doing every flavor?” Y/n asks him.

“It’s the only correct way to make a slurpee, Y/n!” He exclaims with a fake hurt expression on his face.

“well I’m just going to have a cherry slurpee because that’s the only correct flavor.” Y/n fills her cup fully up to the brim with cherry flavor.

With both of them finished, Eddie leads them to the snack isle. He grabs a few bags of chips, and some candy. He asks y/n if she wants anything else and she shakes her head in response.

Eddie goes up and pays for all of the snacks before handing them to y/n to carry back to the van.

As soon as they’re placed back into his van y/n makes a request.

“Do you think we could go stargazing? It’s a really clear night.”

“I like that idea a lot actually. Yeah, let’s do it! A specific place you would like to gaze upon m’lady?”

“How about Lovers Lake? It might be nice out by the water.”

“Anything you want, princess.” Just hearing him say that gave y/n butterflies.

****

The two of them arrive at lovers lake. Eddie could park relatively close to the water. He lifts y/n on to the top of the van. Luckily, by chance, Eddie had a blanket in the back of the van that they were able to spread on top so they could lay down.

After y/n is on top, Eddie hands her the snacks and then gets himself on the top of the van.

Eddie urges y/n to move in closer. This is something that two of them had done hundreds of times before. It was common that the two of them would cuddle or practically be laying on top of each other while they did things like watching movies…or stargazing.

But this time is felt different for y/n. She doesn’t want to confront her feelings but this only makes things more confusing for her.

She tries to ignore it as Eddie points out different stars and jokingly names the constellations. But the way the moon lights up his face perfectly. Illuminating every aspect and feature of his face.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” He says after a while of just silent gazing.

“Yeah of course! You can tell me anything.”

“Well… I have a crush on this girl…” something inside of y/n sank as the words escaped his lips.

“And you want my help?”

“Well I just don’t know how to ask her out. I mean everything about this girl is perfect. The way she looks at me, how she spends time with me. This girl is everything to me.” Eddie is sitting up now as he’s telling her all of this.

“I think you just have to tell her how you feel. Just be honest and say ‘hey look, I have feelings for you, do you wanna go out?’ And all you can do is hope she says yes.” While the advice was good, Y/n had wished she hadn’t given it. Because she doesn’t want Eddie to be with anyone else.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I have feelings for you… would you go on a date with me?”

Something inside y/n lit up. She didn’t know what to say but Eddie filled the silence by crashing his lips onto hers. Y/n pulls away from him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” Y/n tells him.

“Let’s go watch that movie, princess.” Eddie suggests, jumping down from the top of the van. Offering his hand to you as you begin to jump down.

“I would love nothing more than that.”

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fics #eddie munson blurb #stranger things fic #im in love with eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagines

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y0ur-val3ntine · 25 days

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waving . 💙 , 💜 , and i cant see what the emoji for it is but the 'do they act different once they realize they're falling?' one for scout !!

HAIIIIIIII ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )!!!

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

Vale didn't act much differently after realizing their feelings for Scout. They were the first one to fall for him tho. Maybe a bit more awkward approaches but still kept their flirty personality, increasing the jokes and flirts when the right time came.

Scout, on the other hand, became WAY more awkward, he started to limit some of his interactions with Vale, not joking anymore and keeping up some sort of "work formality" in his own words (most of his jokes and snarky comments came out in the heat of the battle, but outside of that nothing more than a friendly pat on the back and a "good job.... buddy"). His daydreams going from Miss Pauling to Vale made him confused at first, but after a while, he got used to it and started to do it even between matches<3

💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

Vale keeps their feelings quiet most of the time, not trusting Soldier enough with them. Only Engie, Pyro and Demo have had the chance to hear Vale talk about how Scout loves Pauling so much and how they're a fool for being in love with him (Pyro in a playdate in their room, Demo one night out at a bar and Engie one time they were helping him out (Vale Pybro))

The moment Vale left the room, it was time for Scout to talk, everyone (except Soldier) heard him talk and ramble about them at least one time. Either also whining about Vale liking Pauling more than him or just the fact that he questions his sexuality with the way Vale presents themselves, most of the deep and emotional stuff being kept to more close people (Engie and Medic (after some anesthesia post surgery) and later Heavy (Medic it's a gossipy bitch))

💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

A mundane moment!!

It was after a fight, both coming back all dirty and tired. Vale proposed to hang out to drink some sodas on the roof of the base, and in the middle of the stargaze and the jokes, an "I love you" slips from Vale, wich then goes to Scout. They left the roof and after they both calmed down, talked it out on Scout's room<3

(Hope it's not wrong to say, but like- they were fuck buddies sooo some "I love you"s were said from time to time, but both of them only heard it as some empty declaration, they were both yearning for each other but were too dumb to say anything)

#asks #vale-ntimes #❤️sc0ut!!⚾️#self ship #self shipping #self ship ask game #⚾ Rapidin3s❤️‍🔥#tf2 #tf2 self ship

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saradika · 3 years

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I loved your hooking up headcanons!! if you take requests could you do the boys’ reactions to you walking in on them touching themself to you (pre-relationship)? no worries if not!

Hi Anon!! Thank you for this, what a great idea! I am so happy that you liked my headcanons, and I was so excited to get this ask! I hope you enjoy what I've thought up. 💕 (Sorry it took me a while, I just wanted to make this one good)

Manual Override

The Bad Batch - NSFW Headcanons/Drabbles

The Bad Batch x F!Reader

Rating: E | 4.8k words

Doesn't anyone knock around here?

Tags: embarrassment, voyeurism, lots of male masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral sex, spitting, mutual pining, caught in the act, fighting as foreplay, some fluff and lots of ~feelings~✨

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Hunter x F!Reader

If he knew this was how it was going to be when he agreed to train with you, he might have denied your request

It’s not that it was difficult, or that you weren’t good - objectively, you were a quick study and a great listener

And it’s not that he wasn’t used to being around you, you had been traveling with them for a while, and the two of you had become steady friends

He just hadn’t expected how sparring could turn so imitate so quickly and so… unexpectedly

His vode were, well - his vode, so this had never come up

But the two of you had been practicing hand-to-hand combat, taking turns knocking each other to the floor, hands wrapping around sticky limbs

It was hard to remember what was going on when he was straddling your waist, your hips bucking into his as he traps your wrists above your head

If he lowers his head just a few inches he could-

He shakes his head, his concentration broken long enough that you’re able to flip him onto his back, his body colliding heavily with the padded floor

His codpiece feels ready to crack in two with the strength of his erection right now, thank the gods he was wearing his armor

You call it quits after that, your hand enveloping his as you pull him to his feet

He can’t escape it, the glow of your cheeks, the sharp, delicious smell of your skin, dotted with sweat from exertion

Hunter wonders for a long moment what it would be like to taste your skin, the salt of the sweat in the smooth curves of your body

He misses you saying goodbye, lost in his daydream as he wanders into the locker room

It was empty, it always was at this time of day, and he goes into autopilot as he strips down to his undersuit, and then further

His cock is hard, leaking against his stomach, and his hand is already wrapping around it, eyes closing as he remembers your face, the feel of your body under his, the beautiful anger in your eyes

All of it spurning him on, until his hips are canting in time with his fist, your name a low groan on his lips as he imagines your sparring going further

Fucking you against the padded mats, your bodies sweat-slicked and pressing together until he isn’t sure where he begins and you end

The part of his head that’s always alert clocks the sounds of footsteps, but in his distracted brain, it makes sense - you had just left

He misses the part where the footsteps are approaching, not receding, until the door is cracking open, and you’re stepping through with bottles of water in your hands

They hit the floor with a loud bang as you freeze in place, unable to tear your eyes away from his form

His name is a choked whisper on your lips as he covers himself with the loose top half of his undersuit, snatched from the floor

“You said my name.” Your voice is a soft accusation, eyes finally making their way to his face, twisting with mortification

Your feet lead you across the floor in a few steps, until you’re standing in front of him

He seems frozen as well, his eyes wide and locked on your movements, but no words come from his mouth

“It’s not just me, then?” It takes all your courage to ask, lowering yourself to the bench he’s straddling

Hunter seems to finds his voice then, “No, mesh’la. Not just you.”

Your eyes find his, searching and questioning, and he nods slowly

When your hand reaches out, his drops, his shirt falling to the floor as your fingers wrap around him

His reaction is beautiful, sighing the second you give him a pump, hips already shifting up with your movement

When you lean down to spit in your hand, slicking it up for his cock, he groans, the sound broken and strangled in his throat

His fingers reach out, finding the fabric around your hips as you start to pump your fist, his fingers digging in

Your head is bowed, concentrating on your work, listening to the soft moans and gasps

Missing the way his eyes are on you, the soft expression, the grit of his teeth as he tries to hold back for just a little bit longer

His voice is a mix between a whimper and a growl, warning you, “C-close, don’t stop-”

You keep your pace, eyes flicking up to his, your hands almost stuttering when you see his expression

He’s gone, a complete mess just from your touch, your name sounding like a beg when he whispers it

You have never thought your name sounded so pretty

His posture stiffens, eyes rolling shut as he cums, his release splashing around the muscular planes of his abdomen, collecting in the dark trail of hair leading from his stomach downwards to his groin

You feel powerful, eliciting this sort of reaction from him, and it makes you want more

His noises make your stomach clench, arousal pooling between your thighs as you jerk out every last drop

He’s shaky in your embrace, just his grip on your hips keeping him upright

Your eyes dip to the drops of cum on your fingers, sticky against your skin, moving over to the pearly ropes on his abdomen

“We made a mess,” You breathe, a small, shy smile on your lips, “Should have used my mouth, huh?”

Hunter is immediately more alert at your words, though his eyes are still hazy, a low growl sliding from his throat as he watches you wipe your fingers clean on your shirt

Then he’s leaning forward, his hand cupping your neck to pull your mouth to him

He devours you, tongue sweeping your lips, requesting entrance before delving into you

You wonder what else this tongue can do, imagine him tasting parts of you besides your mouth

It’s a long time before you come up for air, and when you do his look is hungry, his hands finding yours and tugging you up and off the bench

Your limbs are clumsy, feet stumbling as you head towards the showers, already just a little bit gone yourself

“Let’s get cleaned up, cyare.”

The water goes cold long before the two of you are finished

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Tech x F!Reader

“I’m heading out, Tech!” You call over your shoulder, adjusting the bag slung across your chest

Most of the boys had gone into town a while ago, you and Tech staying behind to work on a few upgrades for his scanner

You were secretly grateful, it was hard to get any one-on-one time with him. And it was equally difficult to have a conversation with him without additional input from his vode

It wasn’t that you didn’t love his brothers, but they just made it incredibly difficult for you to flirt with him, as shy as you both were

Tech had been grateful for your help, but as the morning passed he started acting a little, well… unusual

His body freezing when your shoulder pressed against his as you were holding the wires in place, or the strange look he kept giving you when you handed him his tools before he had finished asking for them

But, you had hit a dead end when you both realized you were out of power cells, and you offered to give him a break - you’d make the trek to the marketplace to buy more

The stress of the missions was probably getting to him, and you were sure some time where he could be purely alone would be appreciated

Tech wrote out notes on what to buy on some spare flimsi, leaving it on the dashboard as you gathered up your bag and laced up your boots

You’re about half-way into town when you realize you never grabbed the note, patting down your pockets and checking your bag - nothing

Clicking on your comm, you call him, but it goes unanswered, so you sigh and turn back around

The walk back doesn’t take too long, and the ramp is still down when you arrive back at the ship

You make your way to the cockpit, thinking Tech must be wrapped up in another project - you’ll grab the note and be on your way

What you’re not expecting though is to find Tech in there already, facing out the viewport in his regular seat

His head is tipped back and you think he must be resting, so you tiptoe up behind him and reach towards the dashboard

Tech makes a sound that surprises you, a wanton moan that has your eyes dropping down

His eyes are closed, but his hands are at work, one fisting around the shaft of his thick, leaking cock, the other carefully cupping his balls

Tech’s breath comes in a pant, his hand jerking himself in long, smooth strokes

You can hold back the little “oh!” of surprise, heat warming your cheeks before the warmth seeps lower, settling in your stomach

At your noise his head jerks up, hand tightening around his cock as his feet brace and swivel

You’re suddenly face-to-face, your eyes round and huge as you stutter an apology, unable to look away from his length as you grope blindly for the flimsi

It crumples in your grasp as your fingers close around it, and then you’re stumbling out the door, banging against the walls as you charge for the ramp

You gulp in the fresh air, your feet dragging you almost out of view of the ship before your legs are crumpling, dropping you to sit on the sideways log set off the side of the path

Tech had been jerking off. Tech had been touching himself, something you had dreamed about, frequently, and you had interrupted him

Mortification slices through your arousal, and your head drops as your hand scrubs across your forehead

He’ll never talk to you again, you’re sure of it, and you’re mourning the loss already

You’re still wallowing a few minutes later, and there’s the crunch of footsteps behind you, coming along the path

The branch you’re sitting on sinks as Tech sits down next to you, an awkward tension spiking almost immediately

“Tech- god, I’m-”

“Mesh’la, I hope I did not-”

Both of you speak at the same time, faces flushed with heat, eyes not quite meeting

Your laugh is self-conscious as you shake your head, “S-sorry, you first.”

Tech’s head tilts, his hand reaching out like he means to touch you, but it drops, “I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Though it is a perfectly normal biological need, I was not intending for you to witness it.”

He sucks in a breath before continuing, “But nonetheless, I will also apologize for imaging you in an inappropriate way without your consent. And for not picking a more private location for my actions.”

Your brain swims to catch up, snagging only on a portion of his words, “You were imagining me?”

His head tilts, confusion crossing his features, “Naturally, who else?”

You blink at him, your heart pounding as you process his words. Tech carefully reaches out, his fingers touching the back of your hand, fingers gently stroking

“You are so astute...” His voice is soft and soothing, a gentle explanation, “And your actions, I thought surely you must have realized..”

“Realized what?” You look into his eyes, hardly daring to hope

He trails off for a second, eyes darting to the side before returning, “H-how I feel about you.”

Oh. So many things start to make sense, the little looks and gentle words, things you had convinced yourself were platonic - now knowing that you had been right, deep in your heart

You lean towards him, eyeing him as your head tilts. He moves forward to meet you, your lips brushing until you deepen the kiss, a moan low in Tech’s throat when you pull back

“When will they be back?” You don’t need to explain, he knows who you mean

He checks his chrono and then his eyes lift to yours, “Not for another standard hour or so, at least. Why do you ask?”

“Did you finish, earlier?”

“No, of course not.” He shakes his head, his tone comforting, “You were upset - I dressed and came out here to find you.”

You give him a shy look, drumming up your confidence, “Well then, can we pick up where you left off?”

His smile is equally shy, but his nod is swift, “Yes, I would like that.”

“Very much.”

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Wrecker x F!Reader

The Marauder is hurtling through hyperspace, and time seems to slow. You had decided to spend the time taking a nap, dragging yourself up to the top bunk you had claimed for your own in the shared space that made up the bedroom on the ship

You’re tired, but sleep seems to evade you, no matter how long you closed your eyes, or how long you counted kybucks

There’s one thing that always helps you relax, and your fingers are dragging down your chest, snaking under the band of your underwear, dipping between your legs

Your other hand reaches under your long sleep shirt to cup your breast, thumb brushing against your nipple as your hand teases your clit

It doesn’t take long before you’re into it, thinking about the big, strong trooper that you have a crush on in the other room

You’re so close that you almost don’t hear the beeps, the door sliding open to the shared bunk room as you freeze, pulling your blankets up and over your head, leaving a small space to peer out

Wrecker is in the doorway, stretching loudly, slowly unhooking the straps of his armor as he makes his way to his own bunk - the one directly below yours

You bite back a groan of frustration, you were almost there, but now you’ll just have to keep trying to sleep, or just get up after he does

The bunk below you creaks loudly as he folds into it, Wrecker’s low sigh barely audible over the hum of the ship

Your eyes drift close, willing yourself against to sleep, even though your body is still prickling with desire

He sighs again, but the sound is different - there’s an edge to it, pairing with the sound of rustling blankets, and then… a low moan

Your eyes pop open, unsure if you hear correctly, but the noise doesn’t stop then

Wrecker moans again, and there’s the unmistakable sound of skin stroking skin, the creak of the bunk as he shifts below you

Fuck, it’s so hot, but you should tell him you’re here, it feels wrong to just hide, and you push yourself up on your elbows

Then there’s a grunt, a low rush of words sliding from his lips as he jerks his length, “Mmm, so pretty… that’s it, mesh’la.”

You freeze, your breath catching in your chest. That was the nickname Wrecker called you sometimes, when the two of you were alone, your fingers unable to stay away from sliding over his thick bicep, or the broad curve of a shoulder

“Fuck, feels so good, always so good to me.”

The slap of skin is louder, more rhythmic, the bed creaking with his movements

Maybe you can just pretend to be asleep. Maybe you’ll just stay in your bunk forever, and never leave, and Wrecker doesn’t have to know

But your fingers have started to move, and you don’t realize it until they’re between your legs, and you gasp at how soaked you are, caught off guard by your arousal at his noises

Your hand slaps over your mouth as the noise below you halts, his moans cutting off and hand stopping

It all happens at the same time, you push yourself up to apologize and sprint out of the room, swinging your legs over the edge

But as you do, Wrecker is standing, suspicion written on his features as he looks for the source of the noise

“Kriff, Wreck, I’m so sorry-” The words are a rush, but then you pause when you see the look in his eyes, your eyes dropping and freezing when you realize he has just stood up, not bothering to cover himself

You bite back a whimper, he’s huge, his thick length hanging heavy between his strong thighs

He’s looking at you, your reaction - eyes scanning slowly over the telling rumple of your sleep shirt, the expanse of your bare thighs

“Come here, mesh’la.” His hands reach for you, helping you down, pulling you into the dark cave of his bunk

Wrecker lowers himself to the mattress opposite you, both of your backs propped up against opposite walls

“Were you listening to me?” His voice is a low rumble, and your thighs press together at the sound

You almost can’t look at him, nervous and embarrassed but hopeful - he hasn't kicked you out and fuck, the look in his eyes making you hopeful

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to.” Your eyes flick off to the side, your face blazing

“Did you like it?” His voice was coaxing, hand coming to cover his length.

Your eyes jump to his, and he’s needy, his face so hopeful, so hungry. “Yes, I did.”

At your confession, he groans loudly, his hand starting to move, stroking himself again

“Show me how much you liked it.” He pleads, squeezing and tugging his cock and your legs are falling open, your fingers slipping under the band again

His eyes are locked on you, utterly entranced as his watches your fingers move under the thin fabric, and you want him to look at all of you that way

Your hips lift as you tug your panties down, nervously spreading your thighs for him as you push your shirt up to your waist

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His voice is gravely and awed, his hips jumping under his strokes

Your fingers dip to your entrance, gathering slick before dragging your fingertips to your clit, moaning as you press and circle

It doesn’t take long before you’re both moaning, thrusting against your hands as you watched each other, the pressure building and building

“Wrecker, I’m close, I’m-” You breathe, pushing your shirt higher so you can palm a breast.

“I know mesh’la, me too,” his eyes are hazy, half-lidded as his wrist twists and pulls, “Wanna watch you cum, I’ll be right there with you.”

His words send you over the edge, your eyes locked on his face as you cum hard under your touches, moaning his name as your pussy clenches and flutters around nothing

Wrecker is moaning with you, your name on his lips, and then he’s coming with you, ropes of cum spilling on his abdomen, pooling in the curves of his stomach

You can’t tear your eyes away, watching the heavy weight of his cock against his thigh, the flex of his arms as he cleans the pearly cum off his stomach and chest with an old shirt

The heat is still lingering, deep inside your core. Your fingers were nice, but nothing compared to the way you think his cock would stretch you, and you want more

“I came in here to nap,” Your back relaxes against the wall, but your mind is bright, eyes hungry, “but I don’t know if I’m tired anymore.”

His grin is sly, and he’s pushing himself up, moving over to your end of the bunk. His hands grip your waist, pulling you to him as his lips find yours.

Finally, when you come up for air, he’s tugging you on top of him. Your thighs straddle his waist, your core brushing against the curve of his already-hardening cock.

“Good,” his voice is a pleased rumble, “Me neither.”

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Echo x F!Reader

It’s a rush to get back to the ship - like always it seems - the ramp of the Marauder snapping shut before both your feet fully hit the floor

Tech and Echo are making a mad dash to the cockpit, Hunter is close on their heels, leaving you and Wrecker to secure the cargo for Cid’s client

Then you’re buckling yourself into the jump seats as the ship takes off, Tech making the jump to hyperspace as soon as it was possible

There’s a shuffle of bodies as you all finally begin to relax - there had been some close calls, you weren’t expecting to run into any Imps, and it was a little miraculous that the camtono made it to the ship in one piece

Eventually you made your way to the cockpit, where Tech and Hunter were making adjustments

The seat to the side was empty, save for Echo’s helmet, which you scooped into your lap

After a while you realize you haven’t seen Echo, and ask about him

You hope you’re not being obvious, always internally cringing when you ask about Echo, so sure they’ll see your little crush written all over your face

“He said he was going to the refresher to clean up.” Tech offered helpfully, giving you a look

You nod, that made sense, the last leg of your journey had been through what could’ve passed as a small swamp, your boots are covered in mostly-dried mud

It would be good to change, and take the next spot in the line to clean up. You stand, grabbing Echo’s helmet, figuring you can set it on his bunk for him

When you get to the shared bunk space, the door is shut - not unusual - and your fingers press and hold the button to open it

The door creaks open, the room inside dark, only illuminated by the hallway light cascading inward

You’re taking a step inside when hear him, your eyes playing catch-up as you register the end of a long, satisfied moan being cut-off

It’s Echo, gorgeous, beautiful, Echo, sitting on the floor of ship, his head tilted back against the edge of his bunk

His eyes are hazy, you can see it from here, his expression just now morphing into surprise as he notices you

Your eyes drop unconsciously, and you gasp - his hand is wrapped around his cock, the metal glinting in the light as his fist freezes in place

“Echo!” You gasp, too stunned to form full sentences, “Oh gods, sorry… T-Tech said you were, uh-in the refresher…”

“I was, I’m done.” His voice is casual, seemingly unbothered, “Wrecker is in there now.”

“O-oh,” Your legs still feel like durasteel, warmth heating your face as you just stand there and blink at him.

“Mesh’la, you can’t stand in the doorway like that.” He murmurs your name when you don’t respond, exasperation in his expression, “Either get out or get in here and shut the door.”

You step further in, fingers fumbling on the panel, the door sliding shut with a sharp click behind you

The door is dropped into darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting of the room

Echo’s looking at you, head tilting as he considers, but his internal question is the same as yours

What are you going to do now?

On unsteady legs, you move over to where he’s sitting, eyeing him the whole time for signs that you chose the wrong option

His expression is sharp, but hungry, while his hand slowly starts to move again, from base to the blunt tip of his head, and in your gut you’re aching to taste him

Carefully you sink to a seated position in front of him, your legs crossed, knees bumping against his spread thighs

“Can I touch you?” The words are spilling from your lips before you can stop them

His teeth glint in the low light, his hand leaving his cock to grasp yours, wrapping your fingers around his girth, “Only if I can touch you, too.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes flicker hopefully to his, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, “Okay, I’d like that.”

You give an experimental stroke, your clammy hand catching on the head of his cock

Humming, you lift your hand to your mouth, licking a stripe up your palm before returning it, your spit slicking his cock until your strokes are smooth and confident

“Fuck.” He growls, his eyes fixed on you. Echo’s fingers reach for your waist, plucking at the buttons, working the fabric over your hips

He says it again when his finger dips between your folds, coming back wet and slick with your arousal

You moan as you stroke him, his finger returning to sink into your pussy, your legs spreading wider to give him more access

“Mmm, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” His mouth curves, the pad of his thumb making a careful circle on your clit, “I’ve been hoping you’d walk in on me. Thought you could use some encouragement.”

Your hips buck against his fingers, half from his ministrations, the other half from his words and the rough grit of his voice

“How did you know?” You bite back a moan, “And fuck - how are you so good?”

“I learned from the best.” His smile is sly, his head dipping to nip at your neck. Your fingers flex around his shoulders, and he sighs, “You think I didn’t notice the way you look at me?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were looking.” You admit, your cheeks hot for more reason than one now, moaning as his fingers press even deeper into you

His laugh is a rough exhale, his hips thrusting up, “You’re the only one I look at.”

Your eyes shoot to his, but he’s not teasing, his eyes full of genuine affection. You’re a little overcome, your heart threatening to burst in your chest, so you say the most romantic thing you can think of, “Can I taste you?”

Echo groans at your words, his fingers crooking against that perfect place inside your pussy, “Let me make you cum first, mesh’la.”

He’s even more talented when his attention is not split, his mouth moving to yours, his fingers stroking into you again and again

His thumb works in tight circles, your breath coming in a quick, heavy pant as he brings you closer

It’s almost a shock when it hits, your pussy clamping around his fingers as you cum, your face buried in his neck as he tells you how much he’s been dreaming about hearing you moan for him

You try to bite back your cries, muffling them against his skin, but it’s impossible to hold them all back, whimpers sliding from your throat as he fucks you with his hand, until it’s too much

His fingers carefully withdraw, and you’re sucking in a breath of air with determination, wanting to make him feel just as good

Echo’s amused chuckle turns into a groan as you shift onto your knees, back dipping as your mouth drops to his cock

Your tongue circles his tip, before drawing it into your mouth, the metal cool against your hot lips

His fingers are cupping your neck, your jaw, as you begin to bob your head

You take him deep, tongue twisting around his shaft, hot and wet around him

“So fucking gorgeous,” Echo praises, his words breathy, “Kriff, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.”

You hum around him, your hand working the base of his shaft, pumping and squeezing in time with your mouth

He’s moaning your name, his hips flexing with the flicks of your wrist, close already after making you cum on his fingers

When you look at him like this, your eye soft and starry, lips stretched around him, it’s too much

“Mesh’la, I’m close, please-” His teeth grit together as he cums a moment later, his body stiffening and cock twitching heavily in your mouth

There’s no physical release, but it’s impossible to misinterpret the way his cock swells, or the way his hips rock, or the way he repeats your name over and over in drawn-out whispers

His head thuds back against the bunk as he relaxes, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull your body close, your head resting against his shoulder

You sit together in comfortable silence, his lips brushing the top of your head, your body relaxes but heart pounding from the new feelings brewing in your chest

“Oh,” You say after a long moment, brain working at half of its usual power, your movements sluggish after your orgasm, remembering how you got there. “Wrecker is probably done. S-Should I leave?”

Echo smiles, his hand cupping the back of your head to bring your mouth to his again, “I am sure he can wait a few more minutes.”

“Because all I want to do right now is taste you, too.”

Any argument dies on your tongue as his head dips down between your thighs

And he is just as good with his mouth as he is with his fingers

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janaeekook · 2 years

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Incapable iv. {myg}

“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

warnings: injury - blood - trauma - confessions -

word count: 3.2k

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Morning, maybe it was the quiet of it you loved, where you got lost and your mind drifted ever so slightly forgetting of its troubles. It was pure, you longed for its innocence, though it never lasted there was work to be done. You dreaded its comfort passing on into the afternoon, but alas it must. A heavy yet hollow knock sounded on your door.

"You up?" Jungkook's voice asked through the door, You hummed, and with that the door opened, "Come on, Up, breakfast is ready."

"I'm fine."

"Come on Y/n, Its your first mission in awhile, You gotta' fuel up."

"Jungkook, really, I'm fine."

"It wasn't an invitation," He moved closer to your bed, You gasped when he pulled you up and practically tossed you over his shoulder, "I was telling you."

"Jeon Jungkook! You put me down right now!" You exclaimed, he didn't listen, though when did he ever? Only setting you down in a chair at the table, where a few of the others were scattered around eating. You puffed out a sigh.

Jimin snorted, "You're just going to manhandle her like that?"

"If it gets her to eat, Yes." he said, before looking to you and pointed to your plate which still sat empty, "You, eat, and then get ready."

"What? Are you gonna make me do Mindful Yoga?"

"We're going on a run." He stated, "I'll meet you by the door in 45."

You Sighed before grabbing a muffin from the center of the table, eating it slowly as you zoned out. The quite seeming to take over your mind again, finding it hard to feel anything with your heart. It had almost been as if your body had been put into a state of preservation— you didn't want to protect yourself from it, you didn't want to hide. Rather, you wanted to understand the numbness that made you feel so alone and isolated, you didn't want to be alone.

"Hey." Yoongi's voice cut through your thoughts, he stood in the door way, "You ok?"

You looked around the table, only noticing now that you were in fact alone, "Hey, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Humming he pointed to the half eaten muffin in your hand, "Eat."

The word wasn't harsh, soft, actually. Because the truth was that, Yoongi did worry about you, ever since the other night when you lay helpless in his arms with tears falling down your cheeks. He didn't want to worry, he didn't want to care, and yet he did. It frustrated him that you made him cautious, when had he ever been delicate? Curious to know what was going on in your head, and try to find a way to fix it. He didn't fix things, or people for that matter, he broke them.

What made you any different?

"You ready for tonight?" He'd gone on to ask anyway, pushing his thoughts aside.

"Mmhm." You nodded your head, "You?"

"When am I not?" He said before pausing, "You- You're with Jungkook tonight, right?" Yoongi fought the grimace on his face when the younger boys name left his mouth.

"Ya, so I'll be extra ready." You nodded, holding up your fists before letting a giggle bubble from your throat.

He gave a tight lipped smile, though it seemed forced, "You'll be safe with him." And with that the mysterious boy turned and walked out of the dinning room. You furrowed your brow at his odd behavior before ultimately shrugging it off and finishing your muffin.

"Come on no slacking now!" Jungkook shouted back at you. He was quite a ways ahead of you on the trail that was lined with gargantuan pine trees. You had stopped bent over, your hands resting on your knees as you breathed heavily.

"You're- insane." You said between breaths, "We've ran like 6 miles."

"Don't be so dramatic y/n, its only been two." He spoke once he had jogged back to you, you sighed begrudgingly, "Fine, we'll take a break, walk the rest of the way back. Ok?"

"Thank the lord." You said before collapsing onto the dirt path, trying to catch your breath. You looked up to Jungkook after awhile, only to find him looking at you, he had never been good at hiding his emotions on his face. You could easily see the worry stitched into his knitted brows, the contemplative chewing of his inner cheek.

"What's on your mind Kook?" You asked, His big eyes quickly found yours.

"Are you sure you're ready for tonight? I dont want you to get to far in over your head, I just want you to know that its ok to back out-"

"Jungkook I'll be fine, It'll be good for me, I need to get back into action. Plus, would you rather me sit in my room the whole night and watch The Notebook for the 100th time?"

"I know I know, I just dont want you to get hurt."

"Kook, I can take care of myself and I'll have you."

Though your reassurance didn't calm the worry in his heart, he knew how fragile you still were, losing Win effected you more than words could say. Everyone saw it, everyone felt it. Eating less, smiling less, sitting in your bedroom doing nothing because you had no desire to get up from the comforting blanket cocoon. A numbness had settled on your brain, your body, finding it harder to care for yourself mentally and physically. Your typical self care felt draining, longer periods between showers, Your face oily from going unwashed and pampered the additions of a pimple or two. You knew you needed this, you needed to start living again, helping the others to make life at least feel normal-- you didn't want the others to treat you like a hurt puppy anymore.

"Alright, if you say you're ready then I believe you." He said

"Thank you." You smiled, a silence filling the space between you. You stood, dusting off your pants as you did before both of you continued walking down the path.

"Y/n, I just want you to know that you can talk to me, about anything." He said, his voice becoming soft.

You could only smile, You truly appreciated how sweet Jungkook was being. He seemingly knew you inside out and backwards, you couldnt be more grateful for the boy you grew up with. But you knew what he was trying to do, he wanted you to open up to tell him all about what was running through your head, and its not that you didn't want to. You just truthfully didn't know either, your thoughts moved faster, the steady hum from their erratic movement-- like white noise that only assisted the numbness. It felt as if you were living in slow motion while everyone else buzzed by.

"I wish I could talk about it." You were surprised to hear your own voice at first.

"What do you mean?" He asked and you knew there was no way out of this conversation.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"There's always something to talk about."

You sighed, "I mean, my thoughts are moving so fast that its brain numbing. How can someone not be able to comprehend their own thoughts, Jungkook?" He thought about it for a moment before speaking.

"Maybe you dont want to. Comprehend what your thoughts are saying, I mean." You gave him a look as if telling him to go on, "Trauma response. It's very possible that your mind is sublimely blocking your thoughts about the events for fear of facing it or acknowledging its truths."

"Do you really think so?" You asked quietly, you'd never thought of that.

"A lot happened that day, Y/n. The trauma you're facing is inevitable, but that doesn't mean you have to face it alone."

You thought about what Jungkook had said the rest of the day; trauma. The way it twisted and toiled its way into your brain, leaving you sleepless at night, only falling asleep after the constant flow of tears on your cheeks became too exhausting on your mind. Though you were physically exhausted as well, The toil in your head triggered the rest of your body, you felt weak, helpless, lazy. You knew that wasn't the case, that you would survive this pain, that though it cut deep and stung in more ways than one, It was only temporary and it too would pass. We hurt and we heal.

The house was bustling when you and Jungkook returned, a tension hung in the air, You couldnt tell if it was because of the uncertainties of the mission or you. However you knew it was the latter, with the side glances and mumbling. It irked you, you weren't a child, you didn't need to be treated like a wounded baby bird anymore.

"You all can stop walking on eggshells around me." You stated suddenly and promptly, "Its annoying. I'm not going to break."

Everyone seemed to be surprised by your small outburst, Not exactly knowing how to react to your words. A few army members bowed and lightly apologized before going off somewhere.

"You have some spirit today." Jimin nudged you as you came up and stood next to him and with the others in an unprecise circle.

"Is she ready?" Namjoon asked Jungkook who also joined the circle, sitting next to him. He spoke quietly to the youngest boy so that he was the only one to hear the question as he kept his eyes on his dear sister.

"Ready as ever."

"Good."

Namjoon had been worried about you, how could he not be? Though you weren't his innocent and fragile younger sister anymore he still put himself responsible anytime you were hurt, in any sense. He convinced himself that it was somehow his fault, However he'd never tell you that, he didn't want to worry you.

"So everyone's aware of what we're doing tonight?" Namjoon finally spoke out to everyone who nodded at his question, "And you're all aware how important it is that this goes well?"

"Yes we're all aware." Jimin clarified for everyone.

"Alright then." Joon nodded looking around the semi-circle that had formed around him, he locked eyes with a few members, "We only have a few hours to prepare, so do what you have to."

With those words everyone began to disperse, but you watched, your eyes remaining on your older brother who was answering questions of a few army members that approached him. His brows knitted together, a serious expression seemingly pressed into his features. Your brother always looked so tough, you knew he had a soft side, but you also knew he would never show it to anyone in this room aside from you. You could see the stress in his eyes, it was etched in the bags underneath his eyes as well, the burden of being the leader of an organized crime affiliation was evidently taking a toll on him. Often you wished you could just leave, see a smile on his lips that was once again real. If you were to be honest, though you had made many great friends as a member of Bangtan, Namjoon was truly the only thing holding you there.

Being a part of Bangtan also meant sacrifice. You had sacrificed your life, your innocence, for a cause that you weren't sure about anymore. You'd watched many people die, However, none of them had affected you like Win. How much more were you willing to sacrifice? Would you go until you had nothing left? You didn't know.

Finally the sun had set, bringing the day to a close and a night of chance to a start, nerves coursed through your veins as you got into the back of an unlabeled black van with Jungkook and a few others. You knew you weren't the only one whose nerves racked their minds, in fact you could sense the unease of the other members, for no one knew what you were about to walk into. You felt anxious the entire ride, as the van bumped along the road before coming to a stop and the hum of the engine ceased to rattle your mind any longer.

The back doors of the van were opened by a member of army and everyone filed out of the back and into the alley beside a rather tall building where the two leaders of the respective gangs would meet. Your unit was on standby just outside the building.

'Tell us what you see Namjoon.' Taehyung's voice came through the earpiece, invading the silence. Taehyung had tried hacking into any and every camera, but there either wasn't any cameras or their system was just that good.

'It's quiet and dark- there's not a whole lot to see.' Namjoon quickly relayed

"Ok continue nice and steady." Jungkook spoke from your side, his hands resting on the rifle strapped to his chest.

'Jungkook your team should move in.' Taehyung spoke again, 'Keep a relative distance but just incase, we want you as close as possible.'

"Copy that." Jungkook said before signaling us to follow him into the dark building, you studied your surroundings sweeping the floor with your flashlights. It was so quiet that it made your ears ring, it was too quiet.

"It shouldn't be this quiet." You verbalized your thoughts, no one said a word and you swear you felt as everyone held their breathes. Listening, waiting to hear a pin drop in this deafening and hollowing silence. And it came, a barrage of gunshots and flashes coming from ahead of us, there was shouting-- shit.

Namjoons voice barreled through your earpieces, 'It's an ambush everyone fallback!'

Another voice came through and the words made your blood run cold, 'Yoongi's down!'

You couldn't think, all you knew was that you needed to move, you felt Jungkook try to grab at your arm but you were too fast. Your heart was in your throat and you could finally seem to make sense of the thoughts in your head because you were moving at their speed. No, no, no, no, no, no, no please, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN! NO ONE ELSE! The voice in your head was so loud you didn't hear Namjoon yell your name as you breezed past him, it only mattered that you reached Yoongi before it was too late- before there was too much blood, you couldnt handle that much blood especially now.

You saw him laying on the floor firing his gun at a balcony above as the last of the group headed for the exit, his hand clutching his side and there was blood seeping between his fingers, your breathes came quick as you reached him. He looked up at you and his eyes blew wide, you saw the emotions faze through their dark hue, the main one being anger shadowed with worry.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Go!"

You shook your head vigorously, "Not without you."

"Damnit, Y/n!" It was Jungkook's voice coming from behind you as you draped one of Yoongi's arms around your shoulder.

"Help me get him up kook!" You yelled back at him, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled the man to his feet and draped his other arm around his shoulder and then you both helped Yoongi along.

"You're both fucking idiots." Yoongi scolded, but his words weren't as hard and his breathing was labored

"You're welcome." Kook grumbled.

You made it out and everyone was loading back into the vans, Jungkook helped you lay Yoongi on the metal floor of the van before climbing in and shutting the doors after him, the van peeled out of the parking lot and sped to the estate. You took off your shirt leaving you in the tight cami that you had on underneath, you press the fabric against the wound and Yoongi winced at the contact. You had to stop the bleeding, you would stop the bleeding.

"You ok?" Your voice was more shaken than you'd anticipated it being.

"I've been better." he said letting out a groan, "You shouldn't have-"

"Don't tell me I shouldn't have gone back for you." you whispered, "I wasn't going to leave you to die." you didn't look at him, just focused on maintaining pressure on the wound, but you felt his eyes boring into you. After a moment you felt his eyes drift off to were Jungkook sat on the bench behind you.

"Dont look at me." Jungkook said

"I'll stitch you up when we get back." You spoke

"Where do you want him?"

You pointed to the kitchen island and the army members that carried him placed him there, you thanked them as they left and then grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. You finally looked at Yoongi to find him staring back at you.

"The bleeding hasnt stopped, is the bullet still in their?" you asked him your voice shakier than ever.

He finally shakes his head, "It grazed me, It's not as bad as it looks."

You sighed washing your hands, you pushed up his shirt and grabbing your shirt that was still balled up against the wound, you felt his blood on your hands. You forced yourself to swallow the bile rising in your throat. You let out a breath before grabbing gauze and trying to clean the wound as best you could.

You heard shouts from you brother and your friend draw closer to the kitchen, great, another thing you had to deal with while you tried to stich Yoongi's wound.

"Namjoon, dont-" You heard Jungkook say as they entered the space,

"Get your hands off m! Y/n what the hell were you thinking?"

"She is trying to focus, she did not run after him for nothing!"

"Oh yes, let us talk about how you didnt fucking stop her! I trusted you to protect her!"

"And she is just fine! WHat the fuck is your problem?!" Jungkook shouted over Yoongi's groans as he got up in Namjoon's face. You had tears streaming down your face, as you tried to focus on the task at hand, as they continued to bicker back and forth.

"Both of you out!" You finally screamed, turning to face the two with your blood covered hands, "I'm trying to save a life and you're not helping, So go take up empty space somewhere else!" The males were shocked at your outburst, but You ignored their expressions before turning back to Jungkook, taking a deep breath before getting back to work.

You had the needle close to your face, trying the best you could to thread the needle in order to stitch up the wound. It was just you and Yoongi now, the others were sitting and waiting in the living room.

"Breathe." You looked down to Yoongi, you nodded, doing as told. You tried again this time easily threading the needle, You doused the wound in hydergine peroxide which made him wince. The bleeding had subsided a bit so your heart wasn't as frantic in your chest.

He was quiet until you started stitching, "Namjoon's right, you shouldn't have gone back for me."

"Dont, Yoongi."

"I would've been fine."

"You would've been dead." You looked into his eyes and your emotions betrayed you as a tear fell down your cheek."

There was a pause again, "You dont have to worry about me, Y/n."

"I wasn't going to leave you." you spoke and your voice was firm.

"Why not?"

"Because you dont leave people you love behind."

a/n: FINALLY! Omg I’ve been working on this for nearly a year! This year has been insane and I’m sorry I haven’t had time to update this series but I plan to finish it in 2022! I hope you all love it!

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killed-by-cas-confession · 3 years

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God, imagine the dynamic we would’ve had in season 16 though. Like, this is Supernatural, and this is Dean, he would not have addressed the confession right away, he would’ve been so lost and confused and pissed and repressing. like we don’t get dean saying I love you immediately but you can FEEL that something has changed, just like I think a lot of us did in Season 15, and you could feel it all in Cas and Dean’s interactions. Like imagine Dean rescuing Cas, and cupping his face and his eyes screaming a thousand different words - how the hell could you do that- how can you love me- how can anyone love someone like me- especially something like you- someone ineffable- how the hell did you expect me to leave you here after you didn’t let me say it back- you idiot why did you make a deal- how dare you make me lose you again-- And then Cas is rescued and they trap God with an army of angels from the empty and after everything is finally wrapped up, Cas gives dean that pining look that does the same thing -i never thought id see you again- and i can tell you’re angry with me- i had to do what i did to protect you- to save you- because it was always you- and im grateful you didnt give up on me tho i dont understand why you didnt- but now what?- Dean feels things acutely and blows up so should i say anything or wait to see what even comes of it- should i apologize- And Dean just finds Miracle and they say their goodbyes to Jack and we get a Cas/Jack hug like we deserved and then Dean looks at Cas and says “Lets go home” and then we get a whole other season of hunting things mixed with emotional conflict as the boys figure things out- no big bad on the horizon, just their fucking emotional trauma and turmoil that they havent addressed in 15 years. And we get Dean being overprotective of Cas, we get him protecting him, bringing him on hunts, trying to leave him behind when the job looks too dangerous, saving a kidnapped Castiel in a case here, if hes human, helping bandage his wounds there, and Cas getting angry when Dean puts himself in harms way to protect him and sam, until eventually they cant be left alone for a second becauuse the tension and unsaid words become palpable And then Dean eventually explodes. Maybe a hunt goes wrong and Cas almost dies, maybe Dean messes up, but he explodes, in the middle of the night, and ends up on the verge of tears because ‘you made a stupid deal and you said all those things and then you left me and what the hell am i supposed to do with that man?’ and ends up just finally pulling him into a kiss with tears in his eyes and his hands shaking and then Sam could fucking hear them yelling and be just about to break it up and then stops once Dean starts pouring his feelings and fucking see them and smile because he knows his brother is finally accepting his happiness and finally feeling happy and hes just so proud and he teases like the little brother he is and i just UGH So anyway, how is everyone else coping?

#destiel #deancas #casdean

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hwangsies · 3 years

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in the middle

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix

genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)

warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms

4.7 k words

enjoy <3

Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.

“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.

Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.

In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.

He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.

“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.

Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.

He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.

Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.

The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.

Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.

And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.

“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.

His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.

“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.

Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.

A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.

“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.

“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.

“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.

“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.

He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.

“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.

Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.

In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.

“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.

“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.

“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.

“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.

“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.

“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”

“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.

“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.

“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.

“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.

“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.

“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.

“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.

“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.

“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.

Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.

Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?

“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.

“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”

“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.

“alright” you chuckle.

Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.

When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.

“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.

Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.

He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.

After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.

Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.

There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.

Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.

He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.

Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.

And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.

You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.

His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.

“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.

His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.

Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?

He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.

"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.

"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.

His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.

He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.

"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"

Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.

A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.

"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.

"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.

His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.

“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.

“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.

Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.

You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.

Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.

“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.

“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.

He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.

“wanna-“ you gasp.

“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.

“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.

“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.

“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.

You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.

“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.

Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.

You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.

He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.

“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.

“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.

“is that-“

“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins.

“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.

“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.

“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”

“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.

“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.

“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.

“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.

“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.

“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.

You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.

The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.

When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.

“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.

Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.

Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.

“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.

“yea” his voice cracks.

“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.

Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.

“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.

“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.

“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.

“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”

“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.

“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.

“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.

“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.

“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.

“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.

“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.

“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.

“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.

“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.

“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”

“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”

“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.

Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.

“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.

“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.

“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”

You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.

“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.

Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.

“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.

“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.

“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.

“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.

You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.

“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.

Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.

Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.

“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.

“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.

“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.

“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.

Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.

“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”

At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.

“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.

“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.

“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.

“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.

“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.

“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.

“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.

“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.

“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.

His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.

“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.

“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.

He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.

Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.

Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.

You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.

“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.

“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.

“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.

“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.

“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.

“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.

Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.

“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.

But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.

“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.

“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.

Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.

You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.

Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.

“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.

And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.

You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.

Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.

You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.

“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.

“good girl” he mumbles.

Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.

As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.

Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.

You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.

Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.

Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.

“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.

Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”

“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.

Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.

“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”

“okay” he smiles back.

Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.

“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.

“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.

“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.

“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.

Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.

“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.

“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.

“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.

You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.

“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.

“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”

a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj

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“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 5

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)

A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.

It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.

You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.

He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.

You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.

“Another round, kid?”

You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.

“I’m good for now,” you answered.

He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.

Stupid horny bastard.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.

If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.

In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.

Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.

You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.

“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.

“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”

“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”

Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”

“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”

You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.

“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.

“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...

“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?

“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.

“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.

“I just assumed…”

“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”

He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.

“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.

“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.

He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.

“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”

You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.

“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.

“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.

Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.

Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.

Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”

“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.

“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.

When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.

“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”

You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.

When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Damn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”

“So you imagined it, huh?”

Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.

“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.

Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.

“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”

“Only if you join me, sugar...”

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman golden circle #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction tag

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years

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Friendship Rekindled

Hello, back for Day 10--single parents. This is the second part of a mini series during canon week. this is continuing off from Day 1--desperately in love. there’s going to be two more parts and i cant wait to get them out there!

i think this could be considered a little angsty, given some of the conversation topics that happen.

cw: brief mention of death and blood loss. mention of an abusive parent. (if i miss any, pls dont hesitate to let me know!)

enjoy! :)

2.9k words (my longest fic yet i believe)

It was nice to be finally out of the house, Aelin decided as she walked up to the nursery, her five month old daughter, Olive, strapped to her chest. After being cooped up for what felt like the last five months, Aelin had decided to liven up her apartment with some plants.

Hardy, un-killable plants, that is. Being a single mother didn't leave her much time to look after other things, so she needed some plants that required minimal water, but also had to be pretty to look at.

It was also a plus that there was a cafe attached to the nursery, and she heard that they served the best scones with homemade strawberry jam and cream in Orynth. All her life she had never come here, but she needed somewhere new to visit. And to reacquaint herself with her home town. Not long after Rowan and Lyria's wedding, Aelin had transferred to Rifthold for work, and had used the miles apart to quietly disappear from their lives.

That was four years ago now, and come back home to be closer to her parents. Aelin had never known her grandparents, and Aelin didn't want to deny her parents the privilege of knowing Olive, so she had transferred back just before she went on maternity leave. Aelin was happy to be back, especially since she hadn't seen Rowan or Lyria. The last she heard was from Elide, who got it from Lorcan, that a year after marriage, they were expecting. She was happy for them, she truly was, but that didn't stop the stab of pain she felt when she heard the news. She had dreamt of her being in Lyria's position for a few weeks after she heard the news, but forced herself to stop. To move on.

Aelin had, in a way. She would always love Rowan, but she needed to move on. It was wrong to consider her daughter a distraction, but she did provide the perfect one. Aelin briefly removed her lemon printed bucket-hat (Aelin wore a matching one) to kiss her head, her golden hair sparse, laughing her perfect baby laugh.

Aelin finally entered the nursery, tugging her nappy bag higher on her shoulder as she took in the hundreds of plants. She had no idea where to start, but started her browse. She slowly walked through the fern section, stopping every now and then to let Olive touch one, making the cute hand grabbing motion when she saw one she liked.

Aelin heard the laughter of a young child behind her, and then a deep and familiar one accompany it.

Aelin froze. It couldn't be. Surely the Gods weren't that cruel. Months she had been here, for the first time in ages she had decided to do something for herself, only to be met by that damned laughter.

Slowly she turned, her sandals making the gravel underneath crunch. She saw a flash of silver and a broad body.

Turning around had been a mistake, because when she did, so did the silver-haired man.

And for the first time in four years, turquoise eyes landed on pine-green ones.

Rowan blinked, and then blinked again as he took her in. His eyes widened as he noticed Olive strapped to her body, her face on display as she took in her surroundings. Her baby had the chocolate brown eyes of her father, but it was clear to anyone that knew Aelin that Olive was hers. Her daughter had Aelin's nose and hair colour, and would likely grow to have more of Aelin's features as the years went by.

Behind Rowan, his cousin Enda was holding the hand of a brown-haired boy. It was difficult to tell his exact age, but he looked to be about three. If Rowan was here with his son, then it was a good chance that Lyria would be here, too. The woman was a flower enthusiast, and was practically a walking encyclopedia when it came to flowers. Any questions anyone had, they went to Lyria.

Aelin really did not want to be here. Did not want to have that conversation of why the hell she had left and dropped all communication with them after the wedding.

Aelin hated it, but she adverted her gaze and started to leave. She would have to come here another day—maybe after she called the office to make sure that there was no silver-haired man in attendance.

“Aelin,” Rowan said, his voice raspy from surprise. Gods, she missed his deep voice and the rolling purr of his accent.

Aelin pretended that she didn't hear and made a beeline for the exit. Rowan called her again, and then a third time. Just as she reached the gate, his warm hand landed on her shoulder gently. His hands were still calloused, his hands always doing some type of manual labour work. She wondered briefly if he was still an auto mechanic.

Turning around, Aelin noted the shock in his dark eyes. She gave him a weak smile, not sure what to say.

“What are you—I mean, how are you? Where have you been?”

“I'm good,” Aelin answered after a moment, not really sure how else to respond. “I've been around. What about you?” Somehow, these questions didn't feel like the right ones to ask. Before Rowan could say anything, Olive made herself known, making grunting sounds that meant she wanted attention, so Aelin kissed her hand and said to Rowan, “This is Olive.”

Rowan's eyes dropped down to Olive. “Is she yours?”

Aelin snorted, a sound she hadn't made in so long. It was something she often did around Rowan—or used to, that is. “No, I bought her from the store. Yes, she's mine.”

Rowan's eyes dropped lower, to her ring finger—her empty ring finger. There had never been a ring there. Aelin's traitorous eyes drifted to Rowan's and her heart stopped when she noticed that his ring finger was bare as well—that there was no tan line to suggest that he had only recently removed it.

“I'm doing this on my own,” Aelin found herself saying after a moment.

“As am I,” Rowan said. Aelin cocked her head to the side, annoyed at herself for being curious. “Lyria...Lyria passed away three years ago.”

Aelin's heart shot up to her throat, choking her. Years ago, Aelin had horribly wished that the ring Rowan had purchased was secretly for her and was heartbroken when it wasn't. In her loneliest moments, she had wished that Rowan and Lyria would break up and somehow find his way to her in Rifthold; but never, never-ever in a million years would she ever have wanted this to happen.

Why the hell hadn't Elide told her? Or anyone else for that matter?

Aelin found her voice after long minutes of just staring at him, processing his words. “Rowan, I am so rutting sorry. I had no idea. Are you...are you okay?”

“I have my good and bad days”. He pointed to the brown-haired boy with Enda, who were both busy inspecting each leaf and flower petal in front of them. “That's Egan, he's a plant lover like his mother.”

Aelin couldn't really see him, but she still said, “He's adorable.”

“He is, and a little terror,” Rowan said, a small smile on his tanned face. After a moment, he turned back to her, and asked, “Are you...doing anything? I'd like to talk, it's been a long time since we have.”

She should say no, but she ended up saying yes.

Taking a deep breath, she followed Rowan back inside the nursery and to the cafe.

X X X X X X

It was turning out to be an ordinary Saturday when Rowan had needed to get out of the house, so he asked Egan if he wanted to go to the nursery and his son had enthusiastically agreed, asking if Uncle Enda could join them. Thankfully, his cousin was free and more than happy to spend time with his nephew.

Never in a million years did he think he would run into Aelin. He had heard the rumours that she transferred back to the publishing house and that was it; there was no mention of her being pregnant. But when Rowan looked up and spotted Aelin, and his eyes immediately dropped to the baby strapped to her chest, his heart had stopped.

He had once wished to have that life with Aelin, exploring the world with their child, one that had Aelin's hair and his eyes; but Rowan never told Aelin how he felt because he knew how badly her last relationship ended, and he didn't want to put any unnecessary stress on her if she didn't feel the same way. Didn't want there to be any chance to ruin their friendship.

And so, he had moved on. Had started dating Lyria and came to love her, but not the same way as he loved Aelin. And when Rowan proposed, he had only done it because his parents were getting older and wanted him to get married, wanted him to have a grandchild.

It was cruel irony that they had both died before Lyria had even given birth.

He was bastard, and he hated himself. Lyria was kind, sweet and gentle—and deserved someone better than him, should have been with a man that truly wanted to marry her for her and not because of family pressures. But he never stopped himself from their relationship moving forward.

But he was doing better, thanks to therapy, because while he may have been a bastard, he didn't want his son to know that. Maybe it made him a bastard to hide this part of himself to his son, but his son was gentle like his mother and Rowan loathed the idea of Egan growing up to hate him.

And as Rowan asked Enda to take Egan home, Rowan could see that Enda thought that this lunch was a bad idea—Rowan had confessed his secrets to his cousin long ago, how he loved Aelin even when he was married to Lyria. How he had wanted that life with her instead.

Rowan knew that he was going to be on the end of a scolding conversation when he got back to his house, but he told Enda that it was going to be okay and that he was fine and could handle this.

Enda sighed heavily through his nose and muttered a 'good luck' under his breath. Rowan planted a kiss of Egan's head and told him that he would be home soon. His son was too excited to spend time with his Uncle to really notice.

When Rowan returned to Aelin's side, they soon found a nice spot in the cafe that was away from others.

It was...painfully awkward for a good while. They only spoke to order their food—scones with jam and cream with a side dish of seasonal fruits for Aelin, and a steak sandwich with fries for Rowan—and then lapsed back into silence.

They ate in silence, too, and Rowan wondered if maybe this was a tremendously bad idea when Aelin said, softly but not weakly, “What happened to Lyria?”

Taking a deep breath, Rowan swirled his fries in the mustard on his plate. He hated this part. “She passed away not long after giving birth. She hemorrhaged and bleed out too quickly for anything to be done. Egan never really got to meet her.”

“I'm sorry,” Aelin said, doing her best to speak over the lump in her throat, “that's horrible. I'm so sorry.”

Years later and Rowan still never really knew what to say to that. Needing to distract himself, he asked, “So, what's your story?”

Before she could say anything, Olive started crying, and without a seconds hesitation, Aelin started feeding her. Some people stared in disapproval and Aelin stared right back, unflinching. He knew that if someone said something, she would spit back. It never made sense to Rowan how people frowned upon breastfeeding. A small smile made its way to Rowan's mouth at the steely look in her stunning eyes. That was the Aelin he knew and loved.

When the strangers turned back around, Aelin looked back at him, the steel in her eyes softening. “I briefly dated my high school boyfriend, Sam, for a while back in Rifthold, and well...the condom broke and Olive made her appearance.” Not the most elegant way to describe the situation, but Aelin figured she had years to think of a better way to explain Olive's appearance if her daughter ever asked.

“And he wants no part of it?” He had no right to ask, but the question left his mouth before he could stop it.

Aelin sighed, and finished feeding Olive and cleaning themselves up before responding. “It's complicated...Sam's father, Arobynn, is a cruel man. He's manipulative and sadistic, but knows how to turn on the charm when it suits him. Sam has been scared of him his entire life, and didn't want Olive to know the fear that he did. So, every month Sam sends money, but he's not on the birth certificate—he doesn't want there to be any paper trails leading to Olive's existence. I had to convince him that it was safer to transfer me the money than to send it through the mail. I send him pictures from time to time, but whether he saves them, I have no idea.” Not to mention the miserable length of the conversation of sending money electronically. Sam was so damned paranoid that Arobynn checked his accounts that Aelin had almost told him not to bother to send anything when he relented. Aelin could provide Olive well enough on her own, but it was helpful to have that extra bit of cash—baby things were expensive as hell.

Aelin bit her lip. She hadn't meant to divulge that much, no one knew that, not even her best friends, but she didn't regret it. It felt...like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“That's awful, Aelin, I'm sorry to hear that.”

“I just...” She probably shouldn't ask, but out of everyone she knew, none of them were single parents. “Has Egan ever asked about his mother? What do you say to that?”

“He's asked a few times, and I've told him that she passed away when he was little, but I don't think he fully understands what I'm talking about.” Those conversations were the hardest that he ever had to go through, and he knew it would be worst when Egan grew and fully understood what death meant.

“I have no idea what I'll tell Olive when she's older and asks about her dad,” Aelin admitted. “It's not like he's gone, but he is absent and I just...what if she grows up to think he hates her? I think that would kill me if she ever thought that.”

Without thinking, Rowan reached over and too her hand in his. Her hand was soft in his, and he swiped his thumb against her knuckles. “You have a good few years to worry about that. Who knows,” he added, “maybe Sam will be able to get out from his father's shadows and you three can be a family.”

A small smile made its way to Aelin's face. She was more beautiful then he remembered, and he wasn't sure if he should feel guilty for thinking that.

“I like the sound of that, but I'm not going to get my hopes up. I'd like to think that I can do this on my own.”

“You can, but if you'd like...if you ever need help with something, if you need someone to look after Olive, I could do that for you.”

Silver lined Aelin's eyes as she watched him. “Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude.”

“That's what friends are for, aren't they? To help?” And as a single parent himself, he knew how hard it could be raising a child in this hectic world.

Aelin's smile grew. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind. And if we're friends, could you help me find some plants? I'm sick of looking at my boring walls.”

“Okay, I know the perfect ones for you to get—ones that are practically impossible to kill.”

“I'm going to ignore that implication that I can't look after a plant.” Although it was true.

Rowan snorted. “Because you can't. I remember that poor aloe Vera plant that you slaughtered.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes, but he could see just a hint of mirth behind the glare. “I did not slaughter that plant, it just didn't like me!”

Rowan laughed and it was the most freeing sound he made in a long time. After he calmed down, he said, “Come on, let's finish here and I'll help you to liven up your place.”

“Fine, but I better not hear anything about my poor gardening skills or I'll let down your tires.” And she would, he knew, but Rowan just smiled even more.

“It's a deal.”

The conversation moved much more smoothly and Rowan realised how much he missed her. And Aelin realised how much she missed him, too.

Maybe things wouldn't be too bad after-all. It would be nice to have Rowan in her life again, even as a friend, even if she still loved him and knew it could never be, not after everything.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

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Warnings: Mentions of Vioence/injury, panic attacks

Genre: Angst / Comfort

| Hear No Evil, Do No Evil |

Your hands shot to your gasping throat, it felt like twenty anvils were all sitting on your chest. Crushing your ribcage, your throat, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You were trembling, quaking even in a desperate attempt to get air. Tangled in the finest of silks you fall from his mattress in a flailing panic.

You had died, you had died by the hands of your best friend. You had died and respawned, so why did it still hurt so bad? T took a few moments before you were able to scramble your way out, bringing your knees to your chest you rose your hands above your head. You've been with Ranboo through a panic attack before. Maybe, maybe this was one?

What was..? What was the excersice he taught you? You slowly began to rock back and forth. Clenching your hands into fists, god why cant you remember? You just want to remember you just want it to stop!

You didn't know when you started crying but you couldn't stop. Shoulders shaking, arms growing numb until you could no longer hold them up. You must've looked like a mess, you couldn't imagine how Technoblade and Philza felt as they arrived in the hallway.

Philza wanted to punch himself, how could he have forgotten you slept in Techno's bed. Of course you would still be there! Seeing you in such a ruined state struck him harder then he thought it would, sure you were a close friend to him, but he had never actually seen you cry before. He never wanted to see it again.

Immediately taking notice of your laboured breaths he gave Technoblade a reassuring nod before kneeling at your side. Holding you tight by the shoulders he rubbed comforting circles into your back, gently shushing your cries like you would a toddler. The way you held on so tightly to his robe reminded him of his last minuets with wilbur. He could sit and make parallels between the two situations, but the blonde opted for helping you instead. "Techno can you bring us some water?" He called out, lovingly stroking your hair. "Techno?" He called out, glancing over his shoulder he was met with an empty hallway. His brows furrowed, Technoblade wasn't in is right mind at the moment, e had just killed someone he loved so dearly, isolated himself for days on end. Now he was missing. Letting a sharp breath escape he flared nostrils he took note to go looking for him once you were situated.

It had taken most of the following day to get you to settle down. You were rightfully distraught over the whole situation, Phil wanted you to stay and look cover you some more, knowing losing your life was nothing to sneeze at. But you couldn't stay in that god forsaken cabin anymore, you couldn't listen to the winds that mocked you in your final moments, you can't feel the cold of death lingering over you anymore. You couldn't be there.

Unlocking your front door you felt Philza's hand drop from your shoulder, "let me know if theres anything I can do to help Mate, anything Techno could do as well" he offered. Ever since that night Phil spoke to you in such a gentle way, like you would shatter at even the mention of what happened to you. He wasn't wrong, the memory still brought tears to your eyes. You just wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

Pining blindly after the blood god himself, making silly little bracelets for his pleasure, spending days and nights at his side purely for the moments when his lips quirk upward in a sheepish honest smile. You wanted to fall in love with Techno the way you had before, but you just can't.

Waving a brisk goodbye to Phil you step into your home and lock the door, taking in a long breath through your nose before you constantly head for your bed. More importantly what was under your bed, hidden under your frame was a small box, in that box was every gift techno had ever given you. Every bone, skull, fabric, weapon you name it. It was childish, to hold onto such little things, even the receipt from your more recent date was in there. It was somewhat stalkerish you admit, but it brought you comfort. Was that not a good enough reason?

Coming to a stop at your bed however you take instant notice on the arrangement of jewelry on your bed, all gold, all handmade, all gifts you've given to Technoblade. Your eyes fall secondly onto the folded note on your bed, in the middle of it all. Picking it up with shaking hands you clear a spot for you to sit down.

' I don't deserve these '

That's all it said, in beautiful, cursive writing. It was quick, to the point and sharp. Everything Techno was to a stranger, a stranger who he had killed. The note falls from your fingers, and you find yourself playing with the bear etched ring on your finger, sliding it off with painful ease. Opening your night stand you drop it into the drawer.

"I don't either"

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #technoblade x you #blood for the blood god #technoblade x reader

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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FIRE AND ICE PART THREE - THE END OF IT ALL

Cassian wasn't at the house when you flew back the next morning. Feyre met you in the dining room though, giving you an easy smile and offering you a cup of tea. You took it, hoping she didn't say anything about your puffy eyes. She kept it light, casual. You asked about her painting and summoning wings which she laughed and said "Both could use some work."

Feyre was a constant that you appreciated. She was safe, and tolerable. Like how Mor was, but you felt like you could trust her more. Mor usually lost herself once a week at Ritas. You didn't want any secrets spilling out there by accident.

"If you need me, you know I'm here." She said, tone more hushed and serious now. You could only manage a small shake of your head. You didn't have the heart to say you preferred to suffer in silence. The thought of her reaction made you smile. It put on a good enough show, she smiled back and you felt less guilty without saying anything. You made for your room, trying your best to lull the dull aching in your body from sobbing through the night.

Azriel hadn't left your side the whole time. He didn't say anything besides shushing you when you began blaming yourself for everything falling apart. He had only given you a small wave when you took off together. He flew the opposite way, towards Illyria. You felt colder once he'd left. You didn't know why. You hoped you hadn't scared him off.

You fell into bed with no grace, and were asleep quickly among the fluffy pillows and soft blankets. Cassian's scent lingered on the pillowed side he claimed when he slept there. You turned away from them, curling in on yourself on the opposite side.

Dinner with the entire inner circle the next night wasn’t going to be fun.

You didnt talk to Cassian the entire day. You waited for your moment to strike at the dinner. And it made it all worth it just to see his face as you said what you’d been planning all night. “I’m leaving for Illyria in the morning.”

Azriel choked on his wine. Mor’s fork clattered to her plate loudly. Az's eyes were wide, and stared at you with worry. Rhys was calm, maybe a bit too much. You checked your mental shields to make sure he was kept out. They held strong.

“Seeing as I lack the proper training, I will be seeking it out at the war camps.” You then met Cassian’s wide eyes. His shocked stare made you smirk at him bitterly.

“They will clip you.” Az’s voice was little more than a whisper. The thought of it had scared you, yes. But you figured if you were a good enough fighter for the three most powerful Illyrians in history, then you were good enough to take on the likes of Devlon.

You said nothing to Azriel’s grim words. The tension in the room came to a head when Cassian shot out of his chair, knocking it backwards. “You will not.” He growled. Az’s shadows curled like thick smoke around him, and Rhys tensed.

“Why shouldn’t she?” Feyre asked, eyes narrowing at Cassian.

“She dosent know-” Cassian began dismissing.

“I know perfectly well what could happen.” You said with deadly calm. There was a long strained silence after your words. You could practically hear Cas’ teeth grind together.

“Leave us.” Cassian’s tone was an order. The room was deathly silent. He didn't break eye contact with you, just waited for the others to leave.

Mor glanced to Rhys. Feyre’s slight glare did not leave Cassian’s tensed shoulders. Rhys stood slowly, giving the group a gesture. They rose, Azriel last. Then Rhys winnowed them away.

"If it makes you see me as strong I'll train with them."

"You'll be clipped the second you land." His words sent a thrill of terror through you.

"What do you propose instead? I will not stand by for your protecting."

"Just make this easy... please." He leaned against the table, exhausted with the fighting. "Dont go there. Even if it means.."

"If it means I can't be with you?" You interjected. The entire world seemed to still. You stopped breathing. They seemed to echo through the dining space. The wind did not make the curtains bellow in the welcoming way they usually did. Your heart slammed in your chest, waiting for his reply.

It was a long wait. But finally - “So you’re leaving me?” He asked, voice rough.

“It seems you give me no other choice. You cant keep treating me like I’m your paper doll, Cassian.”

The words stung more when they actually came out, instead of the reherals you’d done in your head. They made your throat go tight and your hands shake. You loved him. You knew that. He knew that. But you loved your independence from him more.

“I just-” He held his head in his hands, his face going red. “I need you.” He sighed.

“Then be with me!” You were reaching the end of your rope. Your ability to keep going through this with him was wearing thin. This dance of ‘I love you ‘ and ‘prove it’ was ending. You could feel it, as sure as winter was in the air.

His shoulders shook. Then, you realized he was sobbing. You clamped down on the urge to comfort him. “If leaving you is going to keep you from going to that camp…” He regained his composure. When he finally looked at you again, his eyes were red. His voice shook, “Then at least give me a kiss goodbye.” His lips trembled as he said the words.

The truth of the situation snapped into place. This was it. This was the only conclusion that would have been made, in the end. Your stomach twisted and flipped in all sorts of new ways. Seeing him so weak, so defeated like you’d never seen before made your mind spin. One of the strongest Illyrians ever was crying… over you. One of the best males you’d ever met was there crying… because you both knew the ending to your story together.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The floodgates broke and you were sobbing, in his arms in an instant.

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The next week went by incredibly slowly. You remained nearly catatonic the first two days. Only getting out of bed to use the bathroom. Feyre visited, tried to talk to you. But without you answering back, she went to reading at the couch next to the side of the bed. You turned away, trying not to stare at the pillows scattered on the opposite wall. All the ones Cassian had ever touched - anything that smelled remotely of him.

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Mor finally forced you from bed. Getting up was much much harder than it sounded. She prodded you into getting dressed, and eventually got you down to the city streets for some ‘quality time with the real world’.

“Cassian will-”

“Cassian isn’t here. It’s about you right now.” She flicked hair from her face. Your mind ran wild. Wasn’t here?

“What do you mean?”

“Rhys took him to the continent for some boy time. Az went too. My guess is so that Cassian can’t destroy any buildings in Velaris while he’s on his bender.”

Guilt was the last nail in the coffin. You stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk, not caring that other Fae bumped into you or gave you dirty looks. “I need to apologize..” You managed through the tightness in your throat.

“No- no no no, hey.” She took your hand and started pulling you along again. You fought away the tears that stung your eyes. They were cool when you blinked them away, the cold nip in the air numbing your face enough so you didnt feel the corners of your eyes beading with the tears.

“We are going to have fun. You’re coming to Rita’s with me.” She shimmied her hips as you followed her down the familiar alleyway. “Is this really a good idea?” You sighed, offering the door keeper a silver coin. The male nodded and gave you a wolfish grin as you passed him by.

Mor paused in the doorway and eyed up the lights, the dancers on stage. “This is a perfect idea. Trust me.”

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You lost yourself in dancing and drinking. It felt so good to let go. Mor kept a watchful eye on you the entire night, but still had fun. She brought you drinks when you were nearly empty, keeping you fueled.

You stumbled out close to dawn. Mor winnowed you to a nearby rooftop. You spun, your head swimming in alcohol. "Easy..." She steadied you, holding your arm tightly. You didnt know when your thoughts became your speaking voice, but she was replying to you. You blinked at her slowly, the buzz of the alcohol making you slow and sleepy.

"This is all a mess. I love him, but Azriel just..." You ran your hands through your greasy hair. You couldnt remember the last time you'd bathed. Mor gave you a grim smile. "I know... I've had to make similar choices." She put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed slightly.

You didn't particularly want to think of her with the same male as you. Or the fact that Azriel had pined after her for so long. Or that she and Cassian definitely had a similar history. You hoped you didn't utter the words to her though. Mor was your friend.

"They are both special males. You need to make the right choice for you though." She pulled you down to the cold rooftop. You knocked your head a bit too hard on the ground, making her choke back a laugh. "It is your life that you decide. Not theirs, they will make their choices." Her hand squeezed yours reassuringly. The stars above shimmered and lulled you

You couldn't bear to speak with her pulling you apart with her words. With all the truth in the world hiding behind her eyes- buried in her soul. All the answers you knew you didn't want to know right now.

So you let yourself fall into the darkness that bordered the stars, drifting to sleep easily.

You avoided the Illyrian males as best you could when they returned. You spent most of your time either asleep in your room after drinking, sparring with Feyre or at Ritas. It was a cycle you grew very accustom to. It worked. It kept your mind off him. Off of the heartbreak.

Mor couldn't drink with you the next week. She had 'important business' in the Hewn city or something similar. So you walked to Rita's alone, sat at your usual table and watched the dancers. By your fourth drink you had joined them. You threw yourself into the delight of drink and merriment with strangers. Various hands caressed your body, the group writhed with you. A living being on the dancefloor, all moving together.

It made you feel whole again. You didn't have to think about Cassian's words, or how he thought you weak. Didnt have to think about the pain you caused him. The worries slipped away with each drink.

You were escorted to the street by a bouncer, along with a few other fae that had been a bit too rowdy. You couldn't hear what was said but it sounded something like 'go home'. You sat on the sidewalk, taking a moment for yourself. The stars above were shrouded by a cover of fog. It would be a cold morning. You could feel it in your wings, the soft leather was raised with goosebumps.

"I've been waiting for you." The voice was familiar, but it took you a moment to put your finger on it. Azriel. You grinned at him, wobbling when you took your eyes off the stars. His eyes seemed darker than usual, those shadows of his sluggishly crept around him. Around both of you, you realized when you felt them creep up your legs.

"Why didn't you join me?" You slurred, shooing his tendrils of darkness off of you. They skittered back to his shoulders, wrapping over him like a coat. His face went a bit flushed at whatever they returned to him.

He held a hand out to you, offering to help you up. "Rita's isn't exactly my style." He grinned, hauling you to your feet with his scarred hands. They were remarkably soft, and warm. You hadn't expected the welcome heat from them against your chilled fingertips.

"Then what is, shadowsinger?"

His gaze was long and full of questions. "I can show you another time. Let's get you back." He walked you to the middle of the street and took off with you gently, getting you used to flying again. He supported you the entire way, you knew you were drifting. He didn't say anything about it, just corrected and pointed to the landing when you were nearing. He landed first, and caught you when you nearly fell on your face from your rough landing. He couldn't hide the amusement. "Shut up." You shoved him slightly.

"Do you want me to put you to bed?" He asked, not condescendingly like the words suggested. But genuinely. It made your heart stutter. You stammered - "Ah, no.. No I know where it is." You began walking that way.

"I hope so." He watched you go down the hall. Then, once he heard your door click shut (A bit too loud for normal) He took off again, into the night sky.

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