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serasvictoria · 3 years

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I've Got Dreams To Remember

Pairing: Incubus Hvitserk/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 8244 (yeah, I don't know what happened either)

Summary: A certain young man keeps showing up in your very x-rated dreams.

Notes: I fully realise that the contents of this might not be for everyone, so I’ll just say that according to some stories Incubi are capable of shapeshifting. A certain aspect of this has been inspired by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie's absolutely brilliant fic, Take Me, so if you've read that you'll know what I'm talking about. And if you haven’t read it, what the hell are you doing? READ IT.

There is another moodboard all the way at the end of this to provide a visual for something that I describe in this so have a look at it at the end.

Tagging: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310

He only ever came to you in your dreams.

The dreams were interesting to say the least and he always played a very big part in them. You often wondered what deep and dark recesses of your brain had conjured him up, because you would definitely remember if you had encountered someone like him in real life.

It first started about a month ago. You’d gotten out of a particularly nasty relationship a few months before. You were still trying to navigate your way through this new life that you now had and while your friends were busy with trying to get you back onto the dating scene, you persisted in that regard. You weren’t looking for a new man in your life, but you still had needs. Sure, you had your toys, but they were a somewhat poor substitute when what you really wanted was for someone to grab your ass, lift you up and fuck you up against a wall.

Maybe that was where he had come from. Because that was exactly the scenario that you got the first time that he showed up.

It was a fairly generic one where dreams were concerned. You were in a bar with some people, a wide assortment of people that you knew in real life, when you could feel someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and stared straight into the half shaded face of a young man whose eyes you couldn’t actually make out, but you saw the smile that graced his lips and boy was it hungry. You only glanced away for a second and when you looked back again, he was already gone. You’d resigned yourself to missing your chance, when a hand suddenly grasped your wrist, dragged you outside to a nearby alleyway and gave you exactly what you’d been thinking of during your waking hours.

When you woke up, you had never found yourself feeling so satisfied before. You threw the blankets over your head, rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but sleep didn’t take you for a second time that morning sadly enough. Later that day, after getting out of the shower and glancing in the mirror before combing your hair, you stared at your reflection in confusion or to be more precise at your bare skin. In your dream, your mystery lover had bitten your shoulder and there, right there on your shoulder, were teeth marks. But that was impossible, right? Maybe the dream had been that intense that it had somehow tricked your body into believing that it had been real? Did things like that even happen?

You didn’t dream of him the next night. Nor the following five nights. Not that you were keeping track or anything. He eventually put in another appearance though. The setting for that dream wasn’t particularly inventive either and you were almost embarrassed that your mind was even coming up with stuff that gave you the impression that they should be storylines in bad porn movies. It was a department store this time and you were looking at underwear. Your fingers continuously ran over the lace trims of various bras and touched the silky panties that came with them.

Again, you felt eyes on you and it was the same young man as from your previous dream. Apparently, dream you was in a frisky mood so you held up various bras in front of your chest, most of which he disapproved of, until you came across a bright red lace number that he seemed to like. When he finally found you in the fitting room shortly after, you were wearing the set that he had wanted to see you in before tearing it off your body and fucking you up against the full length mirror.

That was the first time that you’d gotten a good look at his face. Frankly, you were impressed with what your mind had come up with. He had long dirty blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail and that you longed to see loose. His eyes were green one time and when you looked again they seemed brown. That was one of the parts about him that mystified you. That and the part where you constantly wanted to kiss the tip of his nose and his ears. That was definitely an odd experience to say the least.

He was tall and lithe of build, but with surprising strength in his arms. The way that he would hold you was intense, like he never wanted to let you go. When his shirt came off, you found yourself staring at the intricate tattoo that covered most of his left bicep and part of his chest. It was some kind of Viking design and it looked old, but it was probably meant to look like that. You found yourself tracing it with your finger a number of times, something that seemed to amuse him.

Whenever you woke up, you were annoyed that you had been torn out of this perfect little dream world. The dream world where you were fucked six ways from Sunday. You were so thirsty for this young man that you had created that he was in your nighttime fantasies pretty much every single night now. In your dreams he left you so satisfied that you had no idea why you ever wanted to leave. If only you could stay asleep and feel this bliss forever. What would make them even more amazing was if the fantasies were better. You always swore that you were one dream away from having him come round to your house so he could have a closer look at your plumbing.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rolling over on your side, you looked at the man next to you in the bed. Despite the fact that you had been dreaming about him almost every single night for the past two weeks, you had never actually heard him talk. You’d heard him moan and groan several times, but to hear his lips form actual sentences was a new thing.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“I can read your thoughts, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I never told you?” He grinned at you and ran his fingers up and down your bare arm. “Maybe I could have told you if you’d wanted to talk, but you only want me for my body.”

“What? I don’t… I never…” You were flustered and looking for words after being so brutally called out. “It was never like…”

“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t mind. It’s what I do.” Since he saw the obvious confusion on your face, he continued. “I’ve been feeding off you this entire time.”

“Feeding off me? But I never feed you anything.”

“Your orgasms.” A frown creased your brow and he started laughing again before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead. “It’s what I need to sustain myself. I can eat other food as well, but it never quite fills me up the way orgasms do.”

“So the reason that you made me come multiple times is…”

“Because it fills me. Not my belly, mind you, but on a deeper level.” He cupped your chin and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I suppose a thank you is in order.” His hand slipped down, gently gripping your neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure, before moving down to it’s destination and plucking at your nipple almost idly. He was gearing you up for another round and you found that you couldn’t actually remember how many times he had made you come already. “Can I thank you with this body that you can’t get enough of?”

“Wait.”

“So now you want to talk?” He continued his ministrations on your chest as if you hadn’t been talking at all. You caught the playful smirk on his lips before he leaned in and started sucking marks on your neck. “What do you want to know?”

“You say you feed off me, but doesn't that mean that you want to eat me?”

“And why would I want to do that? I like to use my mouth for other things,” he said with a low chuckle. You hissed through your teeth when he sank his teeth into your skin suddenly and then licked the spot where he had bitten you. “Would be a waste to eat you anyway.”

“So the reason that you’re able to…”

He pulled away so he could look you in the eye. He grinned as he pushed his hand against your shoulder and he got on top of you as soon as you were laying on your back. “Are you getting shy on me now? After everything that we’ve done?” He nudged your legs apart and you could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “But yes, that’s why my erections last so long. The aim of the game is not to come myself, but to make sure that you do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I beat myself off when you wake up. It’s not like I can’t climax myself, but I can make sure that I stay hard for as long as I need to.” You could feel his tip pressing against your entrance, ready to slide in at any second. “It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.”

“Anything?”

“Sure. Wanna see?”

You didn’t know what he had planned, but you nodded anyway. His eyes lit up, his irises practically glowing green right now, and he started grinning, eager to show you what else he could do. He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden you were sitting on a red velvet sofa in what appeared to be some kind of high end bar. Your legs were wide open with him on his knees in front of you, his lips already on the inside of your knee and slowly working his way up.

“So you can change locations?”

“Honey, I can change everything.” You felt his teeth on the inside of your thigh, nipping at your skin playfully, mere inches away from the top of your legs. “Is the setting not to your liking?”

“How did you even come up with this place?”

“Experience?” He briefly looked up at you and shrugged. “I’ve been doing this for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Not telling.” He stuck his tongue out at you and then dipped his head down to lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “I can never get enough of how you taste.” He moaned against your core. He spent most of his time with his face between your legs in your dreams. With what he’d revealed earlier, about how he fed on your orgasms, maybe that was the place where he could taste it the best? “Not really.” You moaned loudly when he spoke, because his voice was adding vibrations to what he was doing. You’d entirely forgotten that he had mentioned that he was able to hear your thoughts. “You just taste real good.”

A single finger slid inside of you, your walls instantly clenching around him, trying to pull him in deeper. When he adds another, you start whimpering and you know that you’re going to come soon. If you could, you’d have him in this position all the time. There had never been anyone in your life who had been this good at eating you out and who was so clearly enjoying himself as well. Your last boyfriend had been a disaster on that front, more often than not he would skip foreplay entirely, but he’d still expect you to suck his dick whenever he felt like it. Figures that you’d only be able to find an enthusiastic lover in your dreams.

Guys like that simply didn’t exist in real life.

You reach down to thread your fingers through his hair. The gesture makes him suck at your clit harder and thrust his fingers in deeper than before. He was practically devouring you at this point, lapping up your juices and making sounds that told you that he hadn’t been lying when he told you that he liked how you tasted. It was almost as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop. You keened out a noise as another orgasm positively engulfed you. You’d push him away and close your thighs if you could, but he had wrapped his arms around your thighs and was using all his strength to keep them wide open. Your muscles were tight as a bowstring, your back arched and pushed you up into a position that would start to hurt if you stayed in it for too long. He was relentless though, ignoring your discomfort and continuing his assault until he had managed to pull yet another climax out of your shuddering body.

When he finally released you, you collapsed onto the sofa, your entire body sticky with sweat. You blinked a few times to stop yourself from seeing stars and when you heard him chuckle, you swatted your hand in his general direction without actually hitting him. It took you a couple of minutes, but you eventually managed to sit upright again when your lungs stopped burning. He was still on his knees in front of you with an incredibly smug impression plastered all over his face. You nudged your foot against his shoulder and he fell backwards dramatically. Your face twisted when you felt the velvet against your sweaty body. It had felt pleasant on your bare skin before, but not anymore.

“I can do something about that,” he said cheerily and snapped his fingers again. When he saw the look on your face when you noticed where you were, he couldn’t hide his amusement. “No good?”

“This is terrible,” you replied with a wide grin. “I mean. Honestly.”

The flashing light underneath you made you laugh. He’d pulled this one from your bad sex fantasies again. A piece of paper slid into the tray on the side. He picked it up, looked at it with a frown before turning the piece of paper over so you could see it.

“I think there’s something wrong with this printer.” He shook his head and pressed a few buttons underneath your leg. “It really needs fixing.”

“Think you can fix it?”

“I can try.” He pushed his hands underneath your ass just as the light flashed again and a few seconds later he showed you the black and white printout of your behind with his fingers shoved in between you and the glass that you were sitting on. “That’s beautiful. Think I might have to frame that.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I think that it’s funny.” He pressed his lips on yours hungrily and you could still taste yourself on his tongue. “I got this from your mind, remember? I really think we might have to work on the state of your fantasies though. They really could be a lot more inventive.”

“Maybe I’m just not very original.”

“You’re just not giving yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his lower lip and then pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose which was probably a little too gentle considering all the other stuff that you’d gotten up that night, but you hardly cared anymore. “You can probably come up with something a lot better.”

“I can try, but you’re probably going to be disappointed.”

One snap of his fingers and suddenly you were in the dark. You could also tell that you were alone. The other two times, you could always feel him around you, but not this time. You hugged your arms around your torso, feeling cold for no reason at all. All of a sudden a couple of lights switched on, bathing the room in red light, and you realised that you were standing on a stage. When you glanced at the side, you could see a pole right next to you. You instinctively reached out for it, feeling the cool metal against your palm and you held it as you walked in a circle around it. There were full length mirrors all around you and you briefly looked at your reflection.

The outfit that you wore left little to the imagination which was probably the point when you took the location into account. You were wearing a red triangle bikini top and a black pair of shorts that half your ass was hanging out of. The shoes, the infamous stripper heels naturally, had plastic, see-through straps and the platform heels had a iridescent sparkle to it.

When you had done a turn, your eyes scanned the place and you could see him sitting on a chair right next to the stage, looking up at you expectantly. He obviously wanted a show so why not give him one? Holding onto the pole, you slid down until you were on your knees and then you started skimming your hands up and down your chest. He was completely enraptured and kept reaching down to readjust himself in his trousers. Given how he usually remained rockhard throughout these dreams, the skinny jeans that he was wearing right now were probably incredibly uncomfortable.

You crawled over to where he was sitting. When you had reached the edge, you reached out to grab him by his shirt and pulled him up out of his seat. His eyes widened for a second or two before he composed himself again. He couldn’t resist leaning in when your face came closer to his, but you merely ghosted your lips over his before pushing him back into his chair.

“No touching the stripper,” you chided and then wagged a finger at him. “Or I’ll ask security to kick you out.”

“But you’re allowed to touch me?”

“Are you trying to tell me you’d have me kicked out?”

“No way.” He leaned back in his chair, arm hanging over the back and he started sipping at a cocktail that suddenly materialised in his hand. “Keep going.”

The only problem there was that you had no clue what strippers even did. Sure you’d seen a video, but those women were a lot more athletic than you were. You’d also seen Showgirls once, but that movie probably wasn’t the best example about what to do. The only thing that you had learned from that movie was how not to have sex in a pool and that licking a stripper pole wasn’t particularly sexy, just incredibly unhygienic. You swung your legs over the edge of the stage and put your feet on the arm rests of his chair, practically daring him to touch you. Having caught your intent, he didn’t move and then he had the audacity to feign indifference.

Sliding off the stage, you climbed onto his lap instead and started gyrating your hips against his. You reached up to grab a handful of his hair, pulled his head back and dragged your lips down the column of his throat. When he grabbed your ass, you slapped his cheek with your free hand.

“No touching,” you whispered in his ear. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Damn, baby.” He sounded impressed by how well you were taking control of this new situation. “That is such a fucking turn-on.” You pulled on his hair harder and since your mouth was still close to his ear, you took his earlobe between your teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking natural.”

“Oh yeah?”

You leaned back so you could look him in the eye. His eyes sparkled with obvious excitement and a deeper, more animalistic need. Like he could grab you at any moment, throw you onto the stage and fuck you right there if you pushed him too far. Very tempting. Reaching to the back of your neck, you pulled at the bow that held the strings of the halterneck together and when it was loosened, they fell down your shoulders. You pushed the cups down until they hung loosely around your chest. The only thing that was keeping the top on was the string that tied together around your back.

His eyes flitted down to your chest and then back up to your face again. You wanted him to touch you, but after telling him off a few times, you weren’t sure if he was going to. So you placed your hand on the back of his head and pressed him against your chest instead. You felt him smile against your skin and then his lips started moving, shifting in the direction of your nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine and you looked up suddenly. You had the odd feeling that there was another set of eyes on you, but that was impossible since the two of you were the only people here. Looking up at the bar, you saw a young man who was leaning against the bar and watching the two of you intently. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, his long hair loose and hanging down over his shoulders. Even in this odd red light, you could tell that his skin was too pale, so white that it was almost translucent and when he grinned at you, you could see that his canines were too long, too pointy. Without realising it yourself, you had frozen entirely and the young man underneath you had sensed it, looking up at you in confusion before following your eyes.

“What the fuck, man!” He suddenly shouted at the other guy, anger flashing behind his eyes. “The hell are you doing here? Fuck off!” The man at the bar shrugged and disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?”

“My brother.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” he said with a deep sigh. “Our mother would keep tabs on us when we were kids to make sure that we didn’t get into any trouble. You have any idea how weird it is when your mother enters the dreams where you’re trying to get off with a girl? Fucking embarrasing.” He raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed that you were trying to suppress a laugh and pinched your side. “I don’t know how the fuck it works, but my mother taught the little shit how to do it as well and so he just… I dunno… shows up sometimes like the little creep that he is.”

“Does that mean that he’ll come back?”

“No. He just likes to remind me that he can do it from time to time.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head against your chest. “But fuck that. I don’t want to talk about my asshole brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Ah shit. No. Not talking about them.” He pulled at the string on your back, pulled the bikini top from your body and threw it on the stage. “So this particular fantasy is ruined now. Let's start again, shall we?”

“Can’t we salvage it?”

“I’ve got something better.” The look on his face told you that this had the potential to be really good. “Do you trust me?”

“How bad is this going to be?” He tilted his head to the side, that wasn’t the answer that he had wanted to hear. “Yes.”

“I don’t do this a lot so bear with me alright?”

Another snap of the fingers and the strip bar starts to fade away. You were sitting on a bed now and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked old. The new location was just as red (he really did seem to like that colour), but it didn’t look that special to you. In fact, it looked like a fairly cheap love motel, one where lovers would retreat to so they could enjoy each other's company for about an hour before going their separate ways again.

You got up from the bed and walked over to a table by the window to look at what was set out on it. There was a big bowl of strawberries and a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne right next to it. He’d really pulled out all the stops, even in a dream. You were giggling to yourself when the door to the bathroom opened and someone appeared in the doorway. It took you a short moment before you realised who it was, but when it all clicked into place your mouth fell open.

Because leaning against the doorframe was a woman. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and still slightly wet, hinting at the fact that she’d been taking a shower moments earlier. She was wearing a silk bathrobe that was tied together by the waist with a big bow and you could see her hard nipples quite clearly through the thin material. The smirk was damn near unmistakable however. When she approached you, you instantly got the impression that you were her prey, there was just something very predatory in the way that she moved. She came to a standstill right in front of you and her mischievous eyes flashed bright green briefly.

“Feed me,” she said with a grin. You took one of the strawberries from the bowl and when you presented it to her, she held her mouth wide open, ready to be fed. You felt her tongue swipe over your fingers when you fed it to her and then she let out a single moan when she started chewing. A few seconds later you felt a finger against your chin so she could push your mouth shut. “Surprised?”

“Very.” You looked her up and down. The bathrobe barely covered the tops of her thighs and she reached down to play with the hemline, to make sure that your eyes stayed focused on her legs. “I didn’t know you could turn into a woman.”

“It’s a dream,” she stated simply. “Anything’s possible.” She leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss, but then her lips brushed against the shell of your ear as she talked. “I don’t do this a lot though. So consider yourself special.”

“All this to make up for your brother interfering?”

“Guess you could say that.” She took your hands and started pulling you along to the bed. When you reached it you thought that she was finally going to kiss you, but then she spun you round and made you sit on the bed instead. She pulled on the bow that held the bathrobe together and brushed it open, revealing herself to you slowly, like one might unveil a priceless painting. “Like what you see?”

Your throat had gone dry and you found that you had lost the ability to form words. He was beautiful when he was a man, but now that he was a woman, his toned torso had given way to soft curves and skin that looked so smooth that you wanted to do nothing else but reach out and touch it. She took a step closer and stood in between your open legs, a sweet smile on her lips as she looked down at you.

“You’re not talking.” There was a slight teasing tone to her voice as she spoke. “That bad?”

“No.” She took your hand and moved it up until it was covering her bare breast. You gave a quick experimental squeeze. “Just surprised. Takes some getting used to.” Your other hand moved up of its own accord so you could cup her other breast as well. “I mean, I’ve never been with another woman before.”

“You can. If you want to.”

While you had only ever been with men, the thought of being with a woman wasn’t something that you weren’t entirely opposed to. Especially not with someone as beautiful and seductive as this. She shrugged out of the robe and dropped it to the floor. The tattoo that was usually on his left arm had changed into something more delicate and feminine, pink cherry blossoms with green leaves and branches in between them that curled up her arm and covered part of her clavicle. You moved your hand up and started tracing them with your fingers, gently caressing her skin, her green eyes following your every move.

When you heard a soft giggle, you looked back at her face and before you could say anything, she’d pushed you back onto the mattress. She was on top of you a split second later and then you finally felt her soft lips on yours. You could still taste the sweet strawberry on her lips and on her tongue when she slipped it into your mouth. Your hands ran down her back, following her spine and then settling on her ass. Whenever you squeezed, she ground her hips down against yours and you were suddenly overcome with the urge to see her on her back with her hair fanned out over the red sheets.

Grabbing her hips, you flipped her over and since she’d just read your thoughts, she reached up and made sure her hair was spread out just the way that you had just imagined it. She started pushing your shirt up and you almost ripped it off in your eagerness to get naked for her, even if she’d seen you like that many times before. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and shoved her hand into your sweatpants roughly. Her fingers started rubbing at your sex, finding you very wet and very willing.

Pulling her hand out, you leaned back and pushed your pants down, kicking your legs to get them off entirely without moving too far away from her. When you were completely naked, her hand settled back at the top of your legs, her movements more hurried and urgent now. With your hands on her breasts, you started licking and nipping at her neck, moaning against her skin when one of her fingers started circling your clit.

“I want to make you come,” you groaned into her ear. “Never made you… fuck… come before.”

“But you give me so many other things,” she purred back. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You skimmed one hand down her stomach and slipped your hand between her legs. “Jesus Christ. You’re so wet.” You were rewarded with a moan when you tried touching her the way you liked to be touched. It was almost as if you were moving on autopilot, like you instinctively knew what to do. “Please.”

She didn’t reply so instead you pulled your hand away from her, making her let out a displeased whine, and you pulled your face away from her neck so she could watch you suck your fingers into your mouth. You twirled your tongue around your fingers, making sure that she could see exactly what you were doing and then moved your hand down again. You pressed them up against her entrance first, teasing her with the slightest bit of pressure and then slipped them inside. She started tilting her hips up against your hand and the way that her face contorted in pleasure really was something that would be etched into your mind forever.

“Can I?” You repeated the question since you still hadn’t gotten an answer. “I really want to.” Pressing your lips down on hers again in a searing kiss, you murmured against her lips. “Please say yes.” You pressed your fingers in as deep as they could go, all the way down to the third knuckle. Since he had seemed to like it quite a bit when you did it earlier, you tangled your fingers in her long hair and gave a forceful tug. She gasped into your mouth and you knew that you had her. “I’ll just keep doing this until you say yes.”

“Fuck.” She shifted underneath you and you reluctantly pulled your lips away from hers. “I love it when you do that.”

“I know.” A triumphant grin formed on your lips and she was so obviously into it that it was hard to drop this act. Dipping your head down, you bit her neck suddenly and she squealed with obvious delight. You decided to thrust your fingers into her harder and she was so wet now that you could hear your digits moving in and out of her. “I want to make you come so bad.”

“You’re pretty good at this,” she moaned breathlessly. “Want to take this a little bit further?”

“How?”

“I’ll give you what you want, but not like this.” She wrapped a hand around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. She then brought your hand up to her lips and started licking her own juices off your fingers with such fervour that she could have been mistaken for a starving animal. Seeing that was so arousing that you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping from your lips. “I want you to do something else.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Check the drawers.”

You scrambled off of her, probably a little bit too fast, in your eagerness to see what was in there. You were expecting a vibrator, a buttplug even, but you must have pulled a particularly funny face when you saw what was in the drawer instead because she started laughing as soon as she saw your expression. You hooked your fingers in one of the straps and lifted it up, probably looking very much afraid to even touch it. Your eyes were wide as it hung from your fingers and you turned back to fully face her.

“You want me to wear...” You gestured at it with your free hand. “...this?”

“Well, yes, sweetheart.” She got on all fours and crawled over to your side of the bed. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Right.”

“You’re not sure.”

“It’s just… this is very much virgin territory for me.”

“You were doing fine just now.”

“That’s kinda different though, isn’t it?” You looked down at the strap-on that was still dangling from your fingers and she started poking at it playfully. It looked so silly that you couldn’t help but laugh. Truth be told, you were kind of curious about this kind of thing. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” She pushed herself up on her knees and hooked her arms around your neck, pressing her entire body flush against you. “So. What do you say?”

“This is definitely one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had.”

“Yes or no.” She started kissing you, nice and slow, and then sucked your bottom lip into her mouth. Your hands snaked down her back and when she nipped at your lip, you gave her ass a hard slap. “Baby!” She started giggling, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades when you grabbed her ass and squeezed her roughly. “I love it when you manhandle me.”

“That’s new for me as well.”

“I really am pushing your boundaries, ain’t I?” She pulled away suddenly and got on all fours again, turning her ass in your direction. She wiggled her hips and peered over her shoulder until you slapped her again. “Keep doing that and I’ll climax before you’ve shoved that thing inside of me.”

“Yeah right.” But you slapped her on the other cheek just for good measure. She pushed back until her ass was pressed against your hips and then she started moving backwards and forwards like you were already thrusting into her. “I need some help… with this thing…”

She faced you again in a flash, obviously excited by your willingness to do this. The harness was on you fairly quickly all things considered and then she lowered herself, gave you a quick wink and started sucking the large dildo into her mouth. So that’s what it looked like from that angle. You stroked her hair in very much the same manner like your previous partners had always done with you whenever you went down on them. Come to think of it, you suddenly realised that you had never actually had his cock in your mouth. That probably wasn’t all that weird considering this no climaxing thing that he appeared to have going on, but whenever you’d even attempted to kiss your way down his chest, he always stopped you.

You felt her tap her fingers against your hip and then she released the dildo with a pop. “You’re overthinking this. This isn’t about me. Never was.” Sitting up on her knees again, she stroked the side of your face almost lovingly and you eased into her touch for a few seconds. “Like I said earlier, the aim is to make you come.” She flashed you a big, predatory smile and then continued, “Speaking of. You do this right and afterwards I’ll push myself into you balls deep and fuck you until your fucking alarm goes off. How’s that for a tradeoff?”

“The way that you usually are?”

“Depends on what you want.” Her hand settled on your chest and she twisted one of your nipples between her fingers. “If you want me to wear that strap-on afterwards, I can do that. No problem.”

“You’ll probably be able to tell exactly what I want when I’m done with you.”

“You bet your ass, baby.” She winked at you and then a bottle of lube magically appeared in her hand. “I know that this is a dream, but I still need to use this.”

“Do you have any idea how weird it is when you do that?” She looked at you with her perfect eyebrows raised as she squeezed some liquid into her hand, applied it liberally to the silicone shaft and then the tube disappeared again when she was done. “Magicking things up out of thin air.”

“That’s what you think is weird about all this?” She rubbed her hands between her legs, applying some more lube on her pussy and started pushing her hips up against her hands. “I can change everything about this dream, even my gender, but when I make stuff appear in my hand that’s taking it one step too far?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do.” She turned her back on you and pressed her ass against the sex toy. “Now get it over with and fuck me already.”

“That really wasn’t necessary.” You grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled hard and twisted her head back. She laughed breathlessly and pushed her hips back again. “I’m just going to have to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck yes! Teach me a lesson.” She was practically purring the words at you. When you pushed her forward roughly, she loudly voiced her delight. You pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, making sure that her face stayed down. Grabbing her hips, you made her raise her ass in the air and then positioned yourself in front of her entrance. “I’ve been such a bad girl.” With one thrust of your hips, you slipped inside of her and she let out a long stretched out moan as you watched the dildo disappear inside of her. “You’re so fucking big.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that sudden admission. For some reason she was playing the part that loads of women seemed to play in porn movies and when you started pumping in and out of her, she wouldn’t stop moaning about how good it felt and how well you were fucking her. This really was something else and whenever you glanced down at how her ass rippled whenever your hips connected with her, you couldn’t help but be completely fascinated with how it looked, practically unable to tear your eyes away from her.

Her noises started increasing and you kept slapping her already reddening ass in between thrusts. Pulling out almost entirely, you pushed back in so hard that her moans were starting to sound muffled. Never once pausing what you were doing on her, you slid one hand down over her hip so you could touch her clit. You ran the other one up her spine, tightened your fingers in her hair and yanked her up, pulling her against your chest.

“I wanna hear you,” you groaned in her ear and she started whimpering instantly. “You gonna come for me now?”

“Almost,” she mewled back. “I’m so close.” You speeded up the motions against her clit and she let out a loud cry, reaching back with one hand to wrap it around the back of your head. You were barely able to move your hips at this odd angle, but she didn’t seem to care from the way that she was bucking up against your hand and panting. When she started whimpering and rubbing her back against your chest, you could feel the muscles in her thighs constricting against your hand. “Fuck.”

A grunt of pleasure was torn from her throat and she arched her back, all her muscles going rigid all at once when her orgasm tore through her. You kept her pulled against you, absolutely delighted that you appeared to have done this right despite being slightly weirded out about it at first. When you released her, she dropped down onto the bed, completely out of breath. You lay down on your side next to her and studied her face closely. Her eyes were squeezed shut and you ran your fingers up and down her jaw as she caught her breath.

“Gimme a sec…”

You saw her swallow hard, her throat no doubt having gone dry. You got up off the bed and giggled when you looked down. Seeing that huge silicone dildo swaying about with every step that you took really looked hilarious. When you reached the table, you were ready to struggle with attempting to open the champagne before noticing that she’d already taken care of that. There were two glasses filled with the sparkly liquid standing right next to it.

When you turned back around, you saw that she was gone and that he was now laying on the bed in her place. You briefly frowned, sad that you hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye before realising that they were one and the same person. You heard him laughing from the bed when you walked back with the glass in your hands.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are.” You sat down next to him and waited until he’d pushed himself up into a sitting position before handing him the glass. He emptied the glass in one big sip. “Wanting to say goodbye.”

“I just forgot. Until earlier I thought that you were nothing but a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh no.” He threw the glass across the room and it bounced off the wall before rolling onto the floor. He looked down at your lap and flicked his fingers against the strap-on. “I’m very real.”

“Can you help me get this thing off?”

“Or you could keep it on.” He flashed you a quick and very dirty smile. “I’d let you peg me.”

You almost choked when you tried to imagine what that would look like and blurted out a quick, “One thing at a time please.”

“Spoilsport.” He tapped a finger on the harness and then it was gone. “You’d be pretty good at it, you know. Pull my hair a couple of times and I’m yours to do with as you please.” Before you could reply to that, he put an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Moving you onto your back, he knocked all the air out of your lungs when he suddenly got on top of you and pinned your hands up above your head. “But I promised to do something else anyway. So I win anyway.”

He kept true to his word and fucked you with such ferocity afterwards that when you finally woke up the following morning, it was a damn miracle that you were even able to walk at all. And all that just because of a dream. In the many more dreams that followed afterwards, the woman made an appearance on more than one occasion. On some nights you would just get her and other times he would turn into her while he had his mouth on your pussy. You were never entirely sure about how the entire thing even worked. He wasn’t merely something that your horny mind had come up with one night. No, he was indeed very real.

A couple of months into this very odd arrangement, where he would satisfy your every desire while you were asleep, you were at the beach with your friends. They were convinced that you were seeing someone even if you always said that you weren’t. Maybe this little weekend getaway was a ploy to get more information out of you, but how could you possibly tell them that you’d met someone in your dreams? You’d sound like a bloody lunatic.

When the four of you were looking for a spot to spread out your beach towels, you passed two guys. One was sitting underneath a parasol, dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, making sure that no part of him even got out of the shade that was provided by the large umbrella over his head. He was scowling at another young man with long blonde wavy hair who was sitting next to him, strumming a blue ukulele.

Your small group settled down a couple of feet away from them and stripped down to the bathing suits that you wore underneath your clothes. You were wearing a red triangle bikini, somehow now also favouring the colour since your dreams were constantly bathed in it. Your friends headed down towards the water while you sat down on your towel and started reading the romance novel that you’d brought with you.

After a couple of minutes, you realised that you had completely stopped paying attention to what you were reading but were instead focusing entirely on the young man a couple of feet behind you who had started singing. You instantly recognised the song that he was singing. It was the song that the sirens sang to Odysseus in the Odyssey. You were so hypnotised by the song, that you’d completely forgotten about your surroundings. It wasn’t until something slammed into your upper arm that the spell was broken. Your head whipped to the side and you saw a frisbee laying next to you in the sand.

“My bad!” A voice called out to you and you picked the piece of plastic up to hold it out to whoever was approaching you. “I am so sorry! I should have caught that.”

“No problem. Not like I’m…” As soon as you looked up the words died in your throat and you instead stared at the young man who was now standing next to you with wide eyes. “Wait…”

“Well, this is a surprise.” He dropped down onto his knees next to you in the sand, a huge smile plastered all over his face, and he took the frisbee from your hands. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this.” For some reason, you reached out and poked a finger against his chest. You half expected that your mind was playing some kind of trick on you, as if your finger was going to pass right through him, but it didn’t. “See? Real.”

“Serk!” Another voice called out and he tore his eyes away from yours to look at whoever it was that had called his name. “Stop hitting on girls and toss the frisbee back!”

“I’m done playing!” He threw the frisbee back which the other guy effortlessly caught. “Tell Sigurd to play with you before he drowns someone with his singing.”

“Fine! But you owe me.” He winked at you and turned around to join the other two guys that you had passed when you had just arrived. Your eyes were drawn to his back or to be more specific to the long braid that swung back and forth as he walked away.

“Stop checking out my brother.” You blinked and turned your attention back on him. “You want me to introduce you? I mean, if you’d rather want to spend time with him than me…”

“What? No!” He chuckled when your words came out louder than you intended. “Not funny.” He ran a hand down your arm, mirroring the same thing that he’d often do in your dreams. “He called you Serk. Is that your name?”

“Short for Hvitserk.” He held out his hand to you. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied when you took his hand in yours. He repeated your name with a warm smile. “I erm… this is weird…”

“Is it?” He let your hand go and got to his feet. You panicked slightly, thinking that he might leave, when he suddenly extended his hand to you. “Come on. I wanna buy you a drink.”

“And then what?”

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug when he pulled you up off the ground. “Sit with me. Talk. I know you, but that’s the dream you and now I want to know the real you. That okay?”

“Sure.” He started pulling you along to the beach bars a short distance away. “I’d like that.”

*****

And this moodboard is based on when I described female Hvitserk coming out of the bathroom.

#vikings #vikings au #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk ragnarsson #incubus hvitserk #hvitserk x you #smutty smut smut #mar writes #mar moodboards

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Read Your Mind | KTH (M)

♦ Summary: You just want to find your friends and enjoy the party, but instead you find out that maybe you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.

♦ Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human Female!Reader

♦ Genre: Vampire AU, supernatural AU

♦ Rating: NC17

♦ Warnings: Cursing, teasing, implied sex

♦ Word Count: 2.9k

♦ A/N: For @btsholidaybingo | Bing Square: Vampire | Songspo: Read Your Mind - Avant

This has been 98% done for weeks, but I couldn’t write a proper ending for the life of me. Huge, giant thank you to Mars (@joheun-saram) and Danna (@unoriginal-username15432) for beta reading this and helping me try and scrounge up an ending I didn’t hate! ❤️❤️

You can swear that Mingyu texted you the right address. The house number on your phone clearly reads 1230, which matches the numbers on the beige paneled house in front of you. The street is quite dark for it to be nearly 10:30 pm on Halloween night, but the music is loud enough that you can hear it from the sidewalk.

You glance at your texts once more and make your way up to the porch, music blaring as soon as you open the door. The inside of the house is not as dark as it looked from the outside, but it’s still dim, and there aren’t enough lights. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell like cheap beer and weed, which you’re used to smelling, having been to many house parties. Instead, the air is reminiscent of burning incense and something that you can only describe as a coppery scent.

Squinting, you see if you can recognize any of the nearby faces, but you can’t place a name to anyone around you. You pull your phone out of your clutch and shoot a quick text message to the group chat to see where your friends are.

Y/n: Hellooooooo I just walked in. Where are you losers?

Mingyu: Wow and only an hour and a half late

Wonwoo: We’re in the kitchen

Vernon: I will literally down all of these jell-o shots if you don’t get your ass in here

Y/n: IF THAT INCLUDES THE CHERRY ONES I WILL END YOU CHWE 😡

Vernon: 🍒👅

Y/n: 🔪🔪

With nothing but cherry jell-o and strangling your friend on your mind, you miss the multiple sets of eyes staring at you until you put your phone away. A group of costumed party-goers is watching your every move from where they’re standing near the staircase. At least two of them have glowing red contacts, which doesn’t help your unease. Eager to leave, your eyes scan the room, and you decide to venture to the left of the house, away from most of the crowd.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you don’t see Mingyu, Vernon, or any of your other friends. The kitchen itself is empty altogether. After sending a quick text telling your friends to stop fucking with you, you decide a drink is in order.

A quick survey of the dismal spread tells you your only options are clear bottles of red wine and a punch bowl of what you can only assume is jungle juice or another alcoholic punch concoction.

Deciding on the punch, you ladle yourself a cup. It’s oddly thick when you scoop it, and it drips instead of pours into your plastic cup. Taking a sniff, you notice it’s the same coppery smell that got your attention when you first walked in. Up close, the scent makes you gag, and you recoil. What the fuck is in this drink?

Before you can take a cautionary sip, the sense of a presence has you halting and whipping around, only to knock into the solid body that appeared behind you. Two sturdy arms belonging to the man who caught you wrap around your waist, keeping you from busting your ass completely.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” You laugh awkwardly and try to remove yourself from his arms, but his grip is much stronger than yours.

“No need to apologize, doll. It’s an honor to be this close to you.” You narrow your eyes at him. Something about his tone is off, and you don’t like it. With a quick survey of him, you see that admittedly, he’s extremely good looking. Between his dark, curly hair, thick thighs, and tattoos peeking through the sheer sleeve of his grey shirt, he’s definitely your type, but again, something is off, and you can’t pinpoint it. Even in a bunny-eared headband and a painted-on pink nose, it doesn’t seem right to be here with him like this.

“Well, uh, thank you,” Again, you attempt to wiggle out of his hold, but instead, he pulls you closer, burying his nose into your neck. “What the f-”

“Do you have any idea how divine you smell?”

“Thank you? Look, just l-let me g-go,” A sudden fuzzy sensation takes over your body, and your ability to form coherent sentences seems harder than earlier. You hadn’t even taken a sip of punch, so you know it can’t be that.

The mystery bunny man uses your lethargy to his advantage and places a few kisses on your neck. His lips are cold and send a chill through your body. You want to shove him away, but your mind is hazy.

“This’ll only hurt a bit, doll, but you’ll like it, I promise,” he murmurs into your skin. Your mouth won’t let you ask what he means, but then you feel the sharpness of his teeth grazing your skin. Your brain is screaming, but no sound leaves your lips. This is wrong. Very, very wrong. Are you seriously about to be bitten by a vampire?

“Jungkook, what do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice ringing out through the kitchen has the man you now know as Jungkook pausing before his teeth pierce your skin.

He lets out a scoff and pulls away from you. “Oh, come on, Hyung, what does it look like?”

The man enters your vision from behind Jungkook, and you make eye contact, doing your best to plead with him without words.

“Let her go and stop using your powers on her. Poor girl’s eyes look as dead as your heart.”

Jungkook mumbles something you can’t hear under his breath and releases the hold he has on you. You slump back, and in an instant, the fog that was swirling around your head lifts. You blink a few times as your senses return.

“You’re no fun.” Jungkook pouts at the other man before stomping out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

After watching Jungkook go, the man turns back to you, his chocolate eyes scanning you from head to toe. You can’t help but shrink further under his gaze. His vibe is different from Jungkook’s, less menacing, but he is just as attractive, which still makes you nervous. Slicked back black hair showcases intense eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He’s tall and not as muscular but can still clearly throw you around like a doll if he wanted to. And honestly, you kind of want him to.

“I do apologize on behalf of him. He’s the youngest of my brothers and still behaves recklessly sometimes.” He smiles widely, and you see fangs poking out, even though he is very clearly wearing the signature purple suit of the Joker. “I’m Taehyung, and I like your costume, by the way. Are you a leopard?”

You adjust your leopard print jumpsuit, suddenly very aware of how form-fitting it is. “Y/n. And no, I’m Scary Spice. You know, from the Spice Girls?” This makes him chuckle.

“Of course, my mistake.”

You point towards his outfit. “If you’re the Joker, why isn’t your face done up to match?”

Taehyung shrugs. “It’s an old costume that I threw on last minute. I didn’t have much time for the whole thing.” He’s still smirking at you. “What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks, but his tone suggests that he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You do your best to ignore the way his use of the pet name affects you. “I just want to find my friends. They should be here waiting for me.”

“Oh? Who are your friends? I know everyone at this party.”

“Uh, do you know Mingyu, Vernon, Wonwoo, or Seungcheol? They’re dressed as the other four Spice Girls, so they’re not hard to miss.”

After a few seconds of thinking, the man shakes his head. “Nope, can’t say anyone by those names are here...but I think you knew that already.” He starts to advance towards you, trapping you in place. “It seems you’ve stumbled into the wrong Halloween party, kitten.”

You dig your phone out of your clutch and double-check the address, showing it to him. He shakes his head. “That’s the next street over.”

Something had told you before even walking into the house that something was wrong, but hearing Taehyung confirm it proved that you weren’t just paranoid. The smell of copper and the red liquid in the kitchen, the alleged glowing contacts of people in the front room, and the fact that Jungkook nearly took a literal bite out of you all pointed to what this was. You believed in the supernatural, sure, but it was never at the forefront of your mind that you would run into a supernatural person. Until tonight.

“How interesting,” Taehyung starts. “The realization that you’ve shown up to a party hosted by a house full of vampires doesn’t seem to stress you out nearly as much as it should. Why is that?”

You’re honestly not sure, and when you tell him that, he laughs. “You know, you humans are always so fascinated with the supernatural, especially with us. We’re truly not that different than you all, you know.” Taehyung has you pressed against the counter, and you know he can hear how fast your heart is beating. You watch as his eyes flicker from brown to a deep red color.

The way he’s looking at you is different from Jungkook’s earlier gaze. The latter made you feel helpless since you had seemingly lost control over yourself. It was scary, and you are more than glad that Taehyung swooped in when he did. With him, though, the way that he’s hovering over you and studying your face is exhilarating.

Maybe you’ve finally lost it. Maybe every failed relationship you’ve had has finally gotten to you. Perhaps you’re that desperate right now. Either way, being in the arms of a vampire is better than any human you’ve been this close to.

“Your heart is racing right now. I already know the answer, but tell me anyway; what are you thinking?” He’s so close to you that his lips graze your earlobe. All of your senses are on high alert in the best way possible.

“About you.”

“And what about me?”

“Kissing you.”

Taehyung chuckles and licks his lips. Slow and deliberate. “Oh my, how forward of you. We’ve only just met, kitten.”

You stutter as a blush creeps up your neck. “I-I’m-”

“I’m only teasing you.” Taehyung’s nimble fingers come up to toy with one of your bra straps peeking out of the neckline of your jumpsuit. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked through the front door.”

He watched you walk in? How long had he been watching you? Before you can ask him, his lips are pressing into yours with a sense of urgency as he brings his body closer to yours. The marble countertop digging into your back is insignificant compared to the way your body buzzes in response to Taehyung. His mouth tastes sweet, and his lips are so soft, which are both heavy contrasts to the way his broad hands are gripping your hips so tight you’re sure you’re bruising through your outfit.

The way his teeth nip at your bottom lip elicits a soft moan from you. He uses the opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, and your quiet sounds grow louder, as does the stickiness in your panties. His sharp canines graze against your tongue, and you’re so close to begging him to take you on the kitchen floor of this strange house. Just as you begin rutting against his muscled thigh between your legs, he pulls away, leaving you panting and whimpering.

“You’ve got to go now, kitten.”

“Wh-What?” Your body is still buzzing while Taehyung looks much more composed.

“Your friends are waiting for you.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whine out, sounding childish, but you don’t care. You can’t believe he’s just going to leave you like this.

“Just close your eyes for me. Can you do that?” He’s whispering in your ear again, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Taehyung, I want you so bad.” Your words echo, and they sound slurred. It’s harder to open your eyes.

“And you’ll have me, kitten. Soon.” He places a kiss on your neck, and the same woozy, disconnected sensation you had felt with Jungkook washes over you. You can’t open your eyes, and you want so badly to say something to Taehyung, but your tongue feels impossibly heavy, and you seemingly have forgotten how to speak. Before you can gather any more thoughts, everything goes quiet and dark.

“Y/n? Wake up.” Hearing your name brings you out of your sleep-like state. As your eyes open and adjust, you anticipate the chiseled face of the vampire you were just kissing, but instead of seeing Taehyung’s piercing red eyes, you’re met with Mingyu’s brown ones.

Sitting up fast, you see your friend kneeling in front of you. Vernon, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol stand behind him with matching looks of concern mixed with annoyance.

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

“We’ve been looking for you for like an hour! You stopped answering our texts, so we practically turned the house upside down, trying to find you!” Vernon explained.

“Come to find out you’re just here in the living room. Passed out on the couch.” Seungcheol deadpans.

Looking around, you see that you’re lying on a grey cloth couch. Around you is the rest of the party. A few people are glancing your way in concern, but for the most part, the remainder of the partygoers don’t notice you or your friends. The room is well lit and reeks of beer. The complete opposite of the house full of vampires you had just been in.

Or that you thought you had just been in.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

“Who?” Mingyu offers you his hand, which you take.

“Taehyung. Dark hair, dressed as the Joker.”

“The only guy here I’ve seen dressed at the Joker is Minghao.” Wonwoo gestures to another mutual friend across the room whose tongue is currently down a Harley Quinn’s throat.

“Well, now that we know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, are you up to actually enjoy the rest of the party?” Vernon asks as he adjusts his Sporty Spice track pants.

You agree and follow your friends over to another group of people you all know. Your head doesn’t hurt, and the fog over your mind is completely clear, but you’re still confused. Recalling the handful of shots you threw back before you left home to pregame, you try to remember if it was enough to cause you to blackout on the couch. Your dream felt so real, from how Jungkook influenced your mind to the pure need that Taehyung filled you with. You can practically still feel his grip on your body and his mouth on yours.

When Vernon offers you a glass of water, you down it in less than a minute to calm your vivid memories of Taehyung and the dull ache between your legs.

Only another hour goes by before you, and your friends say your goodbyes and pile into your respective Ubers. Once you’re home, you get ready for bed with your mind still stuck on your dream and Taehyung. You think of him as you undress and shower, not able to resist touching yourself at the realistic sensation of him.

He’s still on your mind as you settle into bed and attempt to distract yourself by scrolling through Twitter. You’re so caught up in your head that you don’t even notice the figure reclining on your couch across the room until he clears his throat.

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you sit up and whip around, ready to fight your intruder. You abandon this quickly when you see him stand up.

“Taehyung?”

“Hello, kitten,” his smooth, deep baritone echoes through the quiet room. He is at your bedside in no time, your studio apartment not leaving much space between the two of you, to begin with.

“I-I thought, uh, I thought you were a dream,” you stutter as he crawls onto your bed. You notice he’s no longer in his Joker costume, but a pair of black slacks and loose, white button-down instead. He still looks breathtaking. “I was with you...but then I wasn’t? I was with my friends, and you were gone, and I-”

“Ssh,” he places a finger over your lips. “Don’t worry about that right now, kitten. I’m here now, and we need to finish what we started.” His hand travels up your thigh as he speaks, fingers dangerously close to your core. “I heard you in the shower a little bit ago. I know how much you missed me.”

Did you fall asleep with your phone in your hand? Is this truly happening?

You aren’t entirely sure, but the way Taehyung suddenly tears your shirt open and latches his lips around your nipple feels very real to you. The number of times he has you orgasming into the night is also very real, and the soreness you feel throughout your body stays with you even as you wake the next morning.

It’s obvious Taehyung is determined to make sure you stop doubting his existence and thinking your time together is some sort of dream, even if it takes him the entirety of the day and into the rest of the weekend.

#btsholidaybingo #btsnoonanet #ficswithluv #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #thebtswritersclub #bangtanuniversity #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #magicshopnet #thebtsficarchive #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #vampire taehyung #taehyung fic

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asha-weak · 3 years

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Switch Wangxian: NSFW

It is beautiful as fuck me supports so i wrote something

NSFW NSFW

Wei Ying moaned, his hand speeding up on his dick, the other one thrusting the dildo in his ass faster and faster.

"Mmf! Fuck fuck aahhh...." He whined, his hips jerking and toes curling from the pleasure. He was so close so fucking close.

Then suddenly,

Knock

Wei Ying stopped. Resisting the urge to scream bloody murder. He knew that if he continued while whoever was outside of his room, he wouldn't be able to keep his voice suppressed.

"Wei Ying."

Came a soft voice. So familiar and so lovely Wei Ying had to stop himself from involuntarily stroking his dick. "Y-Yeah? Lan Zhan? D.. Do you need something?" He winced at how obvious his voice sounded.

"...." Was silence from the other side.

"Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying tried again.

"....Wei Ying. Is Wei Ying okay?" Lan Zhan unexpectedly asked.

Wei Ying was confused. Did something happen? He didn't cause any trouble today... Yet. Nor did he do anything reckless that could hurt him. So why was Lan Zhan worried for his perfect health?

"...no..." Wei Ying drawled, still puzzled. But maybe there was something in his voice that didn't agree with the situation because the next second Lan Zhan entered his room, closing the door shut behind him.

"L-Lan Zhan??" Wei Ying squeaked, glad that the curtain was down, giving him what little privacy he could have since he had pushed away his blanket earlier he had nothing else to cover himself up with.

He quickly slid his robe on, somehow managing not to jostle the dildo still buried deep in his ass. Just the reminder of it made him want to whimper and rock against it but with Lan Zhan right in front of him he wanted nothing else but to pull it out.

But he couldn't. He knows he would come, and come with a deafning sound, and even if he was somehow able to pull it out without making any sound in his throat, the loud squelch of the oil dripping from his ass would be enough to alert Lan Zhan about what he was doing.

However.

All his worries wiped themselves away as Lan Zhan opened the privacy screen, peaking in, definitely breaking two of the 3000 rules of the Gusu Sect. 'Rude'

Wei Ying gasped, closing his legs to hide whatever he could as he stared up at the second Jade, also staring back at him with his mouth hanging wide open.

"Aha..ha..ha.. Lan Zhan don't you know a fly would enter your mouth if you kept it open for that long?" Wei Ying joked, trying fruitlessly to extract Lan Zhan's mind and eyes away from his disheveled state.

Lan Zhan was speechless, his gaze stuck on Wei Ying. Wei Ying's dilated eyes, Wei Ying's flushed face, flushed shoulders, flushed chest, Wei Ying's sweaty hands, Wei Ying's plump red bitten lips, Wei Ying's heaving abs, Wei Ying's half covered drooling dick, Wei Ying's long legs, Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan's eyes almost rolled back in his head as he practically fell to his knees, staring intently at his dick, his hands itching to open those thighs and choke on that cock.

He wanted to feel the weight of it in his mouth. So Lan Zhan opened his mouth, letting drool collect and drip from the corners of his mouth, hot puffs of air burning against Wei Ying's sensitive thighs.

Wei Ying was flabbergasted, THE second jade was on his knees, face inches away from his dick with his mouth wide open, ready to be fucked.

"L-L-L-L-Lan Zhan!?!?" He yelped. Shifting away to gain some sanity, because Lan Zhan had clearly lost his. But Lan Zhan made a discontent noise before dragging him back to himself, and before the angle hadn't allowed Lan Zhan to see Wei Ying completely but now...

Now the angle was amazing and Lan Zhan could clearly see the dildo stuffed in Wei Ying's ass, his rim stretched red and wet around it. Lan Zhan couldn't stop himself even if he tried. He whined and licked a broad strip from Wei Ying's full hole all the way to the tip of his dick.

Wei Ying keened and smashed his fist against the wall, legs kicking and hips jerking uncontrollably. "Lan Zhan!" He wailed, fisting his hands in his hair when Lan Zhan swallowed in his cock all at once, his beautiful, small mouth so tight around Wei Ying, he almost cried.

Lan Zhan moved his head at a ridiculous pace, tongue continuously swirling around his tip and occasionally sucking and contracting his throat, making it tighter than it was. Wei Ying was still high and sensitive from his previous ruined orgasm so it didn't take long for him to cum.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan... I'm- I'm- I gonn.... Gunna cummmm!" Wei Ying's words broke off in a wail and he grabbed Lan Zhan's head, stilling him and face fucking him. Lan Zhan and Wei Ying both twitched, trembling as Lan Zhan squeezed around his dick, swallowing every drop of cum his dick spurted.

"Lan Zhan- ! Nhaaa... Take it out take it out I can't-!" Wei Ying moaned, oversensitive and writhing as the dildo kept pressing against his prostate. Lan Zhan hurriedly but gently coaxed the double ended dildo from Wei Ying's still quivering hole clinging to it.

Lan Zhan mewled as he slid off of Wei Ying's cock, gaze still fixated on it as he licked his lips, shoving his fingers into his own mouth and thrusting in a vain attempt to mirror the same overwhelming feeling he had just experienced. His clean hand roamed down his own body, feeling up his nipples and caressing his stomach before palming his dick through multiple layers of cloth.

Wei Ying still twitching and heaving simply stared at the erotic scene in front of him, laying limp in his bed. His throat felt parched from all the moaning he had done and he had no desire to use it for a while. But he decided to throw that intention away when Lan Zhan started stripping.

"Wei Ying..." He groaned, his own voice fucked out and hoarse. Lan Zhan moaned when he finally had gotten rid of his endless robes, immediately wrapping a hand around his dick and stroking harshly.

Wei Ying gulped, "Lan Zhan. Come 'ere." Thankfully Lan Zhan obeyed at once and climbed onto Wei Ying's chest, his hand leaving his dick and pressing against the bed for balance. Wei Ying groaned and while whining, "Sit on my face, Lan Zhan, please."

Lan Zhan was surprised and was unable to keep his whine to himself. He did as told and hovered above Wei Ying's face. Wei Ying, grabbed his thighs and brought him down, closer to his mouth, Lan Zhan's precum smothering his forehead but Wei Ying didn't care. He licked at the small pink rim, looking as if it had never been touched before.

Lan Zhan whimpered at the first taste of his hole, clenching and unclenching and moaned loudly when Wei Ying slurped at his rim. Soon his hole was wet and ready, precum soaking Wei Ying's hair completely, so without wasting any further time Wei Ying plunged his tongue into the ready hole.

Lan Zhan's eyes shot open and he grabbed uselessly on the wall, nails leaving scratches in the wood, "Wei Ying Oh!" he cried. Wei Ying did it again and Lan Zhan started meeting his tongue's movements, grinding down on his face, "Mmmm... mmnn mm ahhh...." Lan Zhan kept whimpering.

Wei Ying closed his own thighs, feeling his dick harden slowly, he wanted to touch his cock but he also didn't want to stop touching Lan Zhan's skin, he whined and sped up his pace, already restless for his second release.

Then Wei Ying thrusted his tongue as deep as he could and sucked Lan Zhan's hole at the same time, and Lan Zhan was forcefully thrown off the edge. He cried out and slammed his thighs shut against Wei Ying's head, grinding like a madman onto Wei Ying's tongue.

Wei Ying moaned, if he were to accidentally die right here between Lan Zhan's strong thighs bracketing his face, he wouldn't mind at all, he would thank whatever entity that exists to give him this unrealistic view as his last memory.

He didn't realise he had floated away until he blinked open his eyes and Lan Zhan was lying next to him, "Wei Ying...?" Even if Lan Zhan spoke less words, Wei Ying understood what he meant, 'Are you okay? Do you want to rest? Do you want to continue? Do you want me to bring you anything?'

Wei Ying smiled tenderly and croaked out, "Water please." to which Lan Zhan immediately stood up fetched him some water, waiting for him to sit up and handed it to him. Wei Ying drank slowly, "Uh... Uhmm...how long was I gone?"

"3 minutes." Lan Zhan replied, and then he looked down. Wei Ying followed his gaze and blushed terribly, Wei Ying was hard. "U-um... T-this.." he started but shut up when Lan Zhan shifted closer to him, showing off his own stiff shaft. They were both the same size more or less, Wei Ying noted.

Wei Ying was left stupified when Lan Zhan started rocking against him, rubbing both their cocks together and it was no where near satisfying. But still, it made Wei Ying whimper and clutch at the sheets, "L-Lan Zhan..." He mewed.

"I washed it." Lan Zhan's monotonous voice pulled Wei Ying out of his head, "W-what..?" He questioned, need growing in his stomach as Lan Zhan simuntaneously kept grinding them together. "The phallus." He answered.

"Oh.. thanks.. thanks Lan Zhan you didn't have to do that." Wei Ying was perplexed as to why Lan Zhan was bringing up his double ended dildo, was he going to punish him for not abiding by the rules? He got worried when Lan Zhan shook his head, light breaths coming out of him.

"I... I want to use it. Wei Ying." Lan Zhan spoke softly, Wei Ying could see the tips of his ears were deep red and cooed, but he stopped himself when the words settled properly into his muddled brain.

Lan Zhan wants to use MY dildo????

The image of Lan Zhan pushing the dildo in and out of himself while lying on his chest didn't take long to form in his hormonal brain. Wei Ying whined in agreement, "Y-Yeah Lan Zhan... You can you can use it, as much as you want....." It was harder to think anything other than fucking and being fucked by the drop dead gorgeous boy next to him.

Wei Ying sat up properly and sat on top of Lan Zhan's thighs, "I'll prepare you alright..? I'll make it good..." He whispered before leaning down to kiss Lan Zhan gently, which turned into a deep sloppy kiss and they licked and slurped at each other's tongues, pressing their open mouths together and nog wanting to let go, moaning and whining into each other's lips.

Wei Ying had unknowingly started rutting against Lan Zhan and they both broke off at the same time to throw their heads back as their cocks pressed together at an especially pleasuring angle. "Wei Ying hurry-!" Lan Zhan gasped, hands grasping Wei Ying's hips to move him.

Wei Ying nodded, "Yesyesyesyesyes-" murmuring whilst he got off Lan Zhan and went to bring his lubricant since the one he used just before had finished. When he returned Lan Zhan was lying face down ass up ready and wanting.

Wei Ying moaned at the display and climbed into his bed, settling directly behind Lan Zhan, he spread Lan Zhan's asscheeks to reveal the twitching pink hole still glisning from the remanents of his saliva and spit directly on it. Lan Zhan gave an appreciative groan and moved his ass further up telling Wei Ying to just Hurry Up.

Wei Ying drenched his fingers in the lube and warmed it up before pressing those fingers against his rim. He pressed a bit harder with the index finger till it popped in making Lan Zhan moan. Wei Ying bit his lip at the sound and at the sensations on his finger as he slid it all the way in.

Lan Zhan shuddered and sighed, wordlessly letting Wei Ying prepare him. Wei Ying thrusted his finger a few times more till he deemed his hole loose enough to fit another one. "Lan Zhan I'm gonna put another. Alright?" He cautioned and waited for Lan Zhan's signature Mn. Before continuing. He then inserted another and pushed them all the way up to the knuckles, moving them with an almost embarrassing squelching sound.

He scissored his fingers, sometimes hooking a thumb to help in stretching as well. All the while relishing in the small choked noises Lan Zhan would let out. When Lan Zhan was looser he stopped thrusting for the sake of preparing him and started thrusting to give him the euphoric pleasure Wei Ying loved.

Wei Ying pressed his fingers around, searching for his prostate and smiled when Lan Zhan jerked suddenly, moaning, he could see his fists clenched in the pillows trying to understand what had just happened to his body. But Wei Ying without any mercy started finger fucking him, making Lan Zhan whine and moan.

He added a third finger and then a fourth watching at how far his hole stretched and felt his own hole ask for attention. 'Later' he thought to himself and continued fucking Lan Zhan, the one under him crying out of sheer pleasure. Be continued till he grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out of himself.

Lan Zhan dropped on the bed, panting and trembling, then flipped himself into his back. He took some time to sit up, "Wei Ying lie on your back." He demanded which Wei Ying complied with. He spread his legs as an invitation a let Lan Zhan sit between them, heart beating faster when he sees Lan Zhan slicking up his fingers and shoving them into his hole.

Wei Ying's mouth opened in a soundless scream as his back arched. He scratched Lan Zhan's arms and raised his hips, grinding sensually back onto Lan Zhan's fingers, "Oof... Ohh... I'm I'm already ready Lan Zhan you don't need to-" he clenched his jaw as Lan Zhan brushed against his prostate, goosebumps rising all over his body, "That's- that's good that's enough L-Lan Zhan."

Reluctantly Lan Zhan removed his fingers and sat down, having support from the headboard, Wei Ying copied him and sat in a similar position, etching closer till their thighs touched and crossed their legs over each other's. Lan Zhan picked up the double ended dildo and lathered it with the lube, rubbing it while staring straight at Wei Ying.

Wei Ying chuckled and bit his lip meeting his intense gaze with one of his own. When Lan Zhan broke their eye contact to bring the dildo to their holes Wei Ying followed his hand, shifting to give him space. "It will be better if you fuck yourself first, get used to it then I'll resume." Wei Ying suggested and grinned when Lan Zhan nodded, the blush reaching his torso.

Lan Zhan pressed one end of the dildo to his own hole and pushed softly till his rim gave away and sucked the shaft will surprising ease. He choked on a cry, whimpered and pushed it deeper. "W-Wei Ying ahh...." He rubbed against it, griting his teeth when it struck his sweet spot. He let himself get used to it then nodded, his Lan forehead band loosening a bit.

Wei Ying gulped and came closer to him, till the dildo was kissing his rim, he whimpered and pressed closer till it slid in hole like it always had, like it belonged there, and yeah it did. This dildo belonged only in Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. Wei Ying moaned, eyes rolling back at the heavenly sensation filling him up.

A few minutes passed and Wei Ying rocked against it, whining, Lan Zhan, assured that they both were ready also responded with his own thrust, his mouth hanging open as drool dripped out. "Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan gasped as a particular shove made him see stars and it was as if a dam had broken that both cultivators started shoving against each other, feeding the dildo into one another's hole.

Wei Ying's eyes shut tight as he melted in the harsh thrusts and moved his hips alongside Lan Zhan's. He felt the other's legs shake and opened his eyes, the beautiful man in front of him crying and sobbing with pleasure. He could dazedly hear his own moans and whines but then he noticed Lan Zhan's loose forehead band and gasped.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying stared at the forehead band about to collapse, "Lan Zhan your forehead band..." He reached out but before he could touch it, Lan Zhan snatched it off and threw it somewhere on the bed. Wei Ying cried out when Lan Zhan slammed against him, twin sobs resonating in the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying screamed, "Mmmmmm!!!" Lan Zhan bit back his own, his hands playing with his nipples. Wei Ying took a hold of Lan Zhan's right hand and deepthroated his fingers exactly like how Lan Zhan had deep throated him earlier. As much as he liked to be loud, he loved his mouth full and sated, and he knew so did Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying guided Lan Zhan's mouth to his own fingers and sighed at the wet feeling. Lan Zhan released a wail when a particular thrust rammed the dildo to his sweet spot again and pinched his own nipple. Wei Ying could feel his limbs tangled with him shaking terribly and pounded both their holes at the same time.

Lan Zhan suddenly bit on fingers hard which made Wei Ying moan out in bewildered pleasure and he stared at him, stared at Lan Zhan as he snapped his head back, bucked his hips once, twice and then came, whimpering the whole time. Wei Ying had only a few seconds of time to look down at Lan Zhan's dick spurting out white strands before Lan Zhan started stroking his dick at a punishing pace.

Wei Ying spit out Lan Zhan's fingers and fell deeper in the stack of pillows and blankets behind him which changed the angle and made the dildo stick relentlessly to his sweet spot, Lan Zhan never stopped jerking him off and Wei Ying could distantly hear Lan Zhan moaning with overstimulation, 'So good taking care of me while he's oversensitive.' Was his last thought before he wailed as his earth shattering orgasm slammed into him.

Lan Zhan whined as Wei Ying's cum hit his torso and mixed with his own. The oversensitivity was taking over so Lan Zhan stopped touching Wei Ying's dick and slid out the dildo from his hole, he shoved it a few times in his own, all the while licking off Wei Ying's cum before sliding it out of himself and falling flat onto his back and fainting.

When Lan Zhan's eyes opened, Wei Ying was lying next to him and he noticed how both of them were still dirty so Wei Ying probably woke up only to plop next to him. Lan Zhan smiled and kissed Wei Ying gently on the lips before falling right back to sleep.

Consequences will be handled later.

#wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #modaozushi #grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #wei ying #wei wuxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #switch wangxian #Switch Lan Zhan #switch lan wangji #switch wei ying #switch wei wuxian

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thedeviljudges · 6 years

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It’s a gift, but sometimes Steve thinks it’s a curse, the fact that Dustin has no qualms about asking questions, having an extremely curious nature about him. The idea that any child would be discouraged to question their world is dangerous territory, though, and Steve thinks that maybe Dustin’s curiosity has grown in strength after the events of, well, that place and that time that none of them like to bring up if they can help it.

It makes him shudder, however, knowing that place had set a new benchmark, has been used as an example in all of their lives to be wary of every goddamn thing. Sometimes it’s easier to miss the simplicity, but if these kids - who are currently arguing over which flavor of ice cream is better - can bounce back, both resilient and determined in their gait, Steve thinks he ought to suck it up and not let the trauma of it all destroy him.

These kids take his mind off of things, but then one’ll open their mouth and Steve’s left questioning why he’s succumbed to the role of neighborhood babysitter. He’s gone from knowing nearly next to nothing about kids - teenagers!!! Steve, there’s a difference, Dustin has informed him multiple times - to knowing nearly all of their nuances and schemes they try, and fail, to pull on him.

Steve may not be great at a lot of things, okay, but he knows mischief when he sees it, and god, does he see it way too often.

“What’s it like dating, uh, you know?”

Like right now. Like right now now when Dustin’s poking his spoon into his bowl of dessert, not meeting Steve’s eyes. Luckily, none of the others at the table have taken pause, dueling words about chocolate chip cookie dough is where it’s at and a litany of chocolate, just chocolate is better, okay.

“No,” Steve answers, glancing at the rest of the kids - teenagers, Steve! - and wondering why in god’s name his tired mind thought it was a good idea to take them out and give them loaded sugar. As if any of them need more fuel to their already hyper fire. “I don’t know.”

Dustin’s eyes widen a fraction, and Steve can’t tell where this is going quite yet. The kid knows next to nothing about Steve’s dating life, done on purpose for the simple fact that some secrets are meant to remain exactly that - secrets. Not that he’s terrified of Dustin, or any of the gremlin’s judgment, per se, but he’s still working things out. Steve certainly doesn’t need a bunch of opinions on the matter, and he certainly doesn’t need it from the lot of kids he watches.

Well, not yet, at least. Steve’s found he does trust Dustin’s judgment, mildly. The kid’s got a good head on his shoulder’s, but Steve also knows there’s some things that these kids, despite all they’ve been through, are simply not ready for.

Shit, Steve doesn’t even know if he’s ready for what he walked into, either.

“You know,” Dustin prompts, bringing Steve back to the fact that this question is similar to molasses, gradual and leading to somewhere no good. He’s got a gut feeling telling him that whatever Dustin has in his mind, it’ll most definitely be absurd as hell.

Dustin, though, is rolling his hand as he encourages Steve for an answer, spoon gripped in it. Little flecks of ice cream drop onto the table, and Steve rolls his eyes, reaching over for a napkin to wipe it up. The least either of them could do is keep their space clean, and while Steve thinks about how much the kids would protest to wearing bibs, Dustin flips everything on its head by simply stating, “A vampire.”

“A what?” he sputters, and well, that simply gathers a lot of unwanted attention. The rest of the kids shut their mouth real damn fast, and Steve shrinks at the gaze a few people throw his way. The little joint they’re in isn’t that big, and he smiles apologetically at those he’s disturbed.

Though when Steve turns back to Dustin - and let’s face it, the rest of the kids - he sighs and feels an oncoming headache. They’ve asked before, if he was seeing anyone, Mike curious most of all since Steve’s not a regular visitor at the Wheeler household anymore. But he’s shrugged it off because in the beginning and after everything they’d been through, Steve knew he needed to be alone for a bit, needed to sort out his head, his emotions, how to simply exist alone regardless of how much that ached.

His fingers don’t itch to call her anymore, and he’s learned that sometimes not having another half around can be a good thing.

Until, well, until the current circumstance took him by surprise.

“I’m not dating a vampire, Dustin,” he sighs, pointedly arching a brow in his directly even though the answer is for all of them. He’s not ready, simple as that, and no matter how much poking and prodding they do, Steve’s not willing to budge on this. There’s no surprise left in him that they’ve picked up on something, though. Steve’s not even oblivious to the change in his demeanor and attitude as of late, but for all of them to be so careful of it, so in-tune to Steve’s life both warms his heart and drives a wedge of annoyance through it.

Nosy. That’s what they all are.

Though, Steve can’t always fault them for that.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Dustin eventually says. It seems the cat’s gotten everyone’s tongue because they’re still quiet, glancing up at Steve through their lashes, casting their gaze down real quick when he catches their eye. “Those bite marks on your neck say otherwise, though.”

Immediately, Steve slaps his hand over his neck, the rush of blood to his cheeks warm and dangerous. With wide eyes, he curses under his breath, caught in between his stupidity and the realization that holy shit, he actually forgot.

Fuck Billy Hargrove. Literally, fuck him, Steve thinks, wincing at the internal discourse he’s having with himself. “That’s-” he starts, but stops because honestly, what can he say here? He’d picked all the kids up a little less than an hour ago, and none of them said anything. “I- We’re not-”

Absurd. He knew it, and he wonders how long Dustin was waiting for this, that shit-eating grin on his face now, the smug glint in his eye like he’s finally caught Steve by having the upper hand.

Steve glares even though he doesn’t actually mean it. He’s just embarrassed, really, for being so careless, too caught up under Billy’s thumb to protest when he’d bitten down so hard it made Steve come-

“Be quiet and finish so I can drop your ass home,” he says instead, but the threat is weak, so very weak, and Dustin’s grin gets even wider while everyone else bursts into hushed giggles because of course it’s never good to underestimate Dustin.

“But Steve,” the boy tries to protest, but it’s not an actual cry of unfair treatment. It’s teasing, and if Steve didn’t feel so warm under the collar from the blush still plastered to his skin, he’d mock him just like he’s mocking Steve.

The audacity.

“Not a word of this,” he mutters to them all, crosses his arms over his chest and promptly pouts because fuck. It’s the icing on the cake, really, and there’s no way Billy won’t hear about it.

Steve might as well go bury himself now. He’s definitely not living this down.

#harringrove #x #it's implied but jfldaksfa i couldn't help it #between the lost boys shit going around the kids teasing steve #i mean something like this was bound to happen

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captainsimagines · 7 years

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Peter Parker x Reader

- You Accidentally Hurt Him in Training

Peter had always hated the attention you were getting ever since you became a new Avenger. Part of the reason was because you joined the team faster than he was allowed to. “No offence,” Tony would say, “but her powers needed to be studied right away”. Peter scoffed at this cause, c’mon, he was the one bitten by the spider and it annoyed him that no one even asked how that happened. Well, except for Ned.

Your powers were similar to Wanda’s, except you had the ability to become invisible. This surprised the whole team, especially Peter. The first time you told them about it, no one believed you. But once you vanished, pinched Tony’s cheek, squeezed Steve’s ass and smacked Peter’s without any warning, it was hard not to. Ever since the palm of your hand violated Peter’s bottom, he had always had a small crush on you. Steve just laughed it off but of course, he was pink in the cheeks for a good thirty minutes after that.

Right now, you were practicing how to throw a punch while invisible and disappear quickly before someone realized you were standing right in front of them. As you punched the dummy and vanished, you slid across the floor and grabbed the knives from your thighs, stabbing the dummy in the back. You came to, wiped the sweat off of your forehead, and retrieved the knife from the beaten cushion. Little did you know a certain spider was watching from the second story, marveling at the extreme skill you had. He watched you practice the same move over and over again, never once getting bored. So when you were about to re-do it, he chuckled and yelled,

“You know, I’m pretty sure the dude’s scapula has been stabbed enough times by now, Y/N.”

You were startled, to say the least. Without thinking, you became invisible and threw the knife to where the sound came from. Not until the knife was mid-way through its travel did you notice who actually spoke those words. “No!”

Too late. The knife plunged into Peter’s shoulder and he wailed. He took the knife in his right hand and pulled it out quickly before looking at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “What the hell, Y/N?”

You picked yourself up and flew over the first railing, landing opposite of Peter’s scrunched over form. “Peter, I am so sorry! You scared me!” you cried.

“Yeah, I scare a lot of people but never once did they throw a fucking knife near an important artery!”

Hearing Peter curse was new for you. He had always treated you with respect and never cursed like a sailor in front of you. Sure, you’ve caught him whisper curse words under his breath when he stubbed his toe but never once did you hear the word “fuck” at that volume. This could only mean he was pissed.

“Oh my god, what should I do?” Your mind was scrambled and your hands didn’t know what part of Peter’s body you should grab. You knew you shouldn’t touch the wound, but your hands hovered over it every so often.

“Get Tony!” Peter yelled. With his good hand, he webbed the corner of the other wall and jumped off the railing. You watched as he landed on the floor but scrunched over, still holding his injured shoulder. “Tony!” he yelled, “I’m dying!”

You were so worried that when Peter mentioned he was dying, you laughed. You actually laughed and Peter heard you. He whipped around and waited until you landed on the floor with him.

“You’re laughing? Are you kidding me, Y/L/N?” he said. Your hand covered your mouth and you spoke calmly.

“Peter, if I would have hit anything important you would not be standing.”

Just then, Tony came running in through the glass doors and looked between you and Peter.

“Alright, F.R.I.D.A.Y literally just said there was blood and lots of it. Which one’s staining my floors?” Tony stood there and realized Peter, the one who was clearly in pain, was the one who needed his help.

“Oh, kid. It’s a flesh wound… wait, no it’s not,” Tony tug on Peter’s shirt and sighed. “Why must you hurt spiders, Y/N? They’re more afraid of you than you are of them.”

“Mr. Stark, could you just wrap me up?” Peter silently cried. Sure, Peter’s been in some really bad fights but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel pain. He had been stabbed on multiple occasions but none had ever dug further than an inch. Feeling the knife deeper than that was enough to frighten the poor kid for a month.

“Peter, I am so sorry. You scared me and I just… reacted,” you tried to explain. Tony rolled his eyes.

“We’re in a very safe and secure building. If it was anybody or anything else, it wouldn’t have made it to the training room without being noticed by anyone.”

As he and Peter walked out of the room, Tony chuckling every few seconds as Peter winced, you whimpered slightly.

“I’m still so sorry!”

Later that day, the whole team had heard about the incident. You spent half the day covering your face with a pillow and the other half asking Tony if Peter was okay.

“If you’re so worried about your little spider, why don’t you go check yourself?” Bucky mentioned, not looking up from the video game he and Steve were playing.

“He hates me. He honestly hates me,” you said quickly, raising your hands up in defeat.

“Look, kid,” Tony sat down next to you. “What you did was stupid and very unprofessional but Peter doesn’t hate you. In fact, I’m almost positive he’s ecstatic that your little knife touched him at all.”

What you did was unprofessional, considering Avengers weren’t supposed to be startled by the smallest goddamn things. You sighed, but quickly uncovered your face when you remembered the end of Tony’s little speech. “What did you mean by ‘ecstatic’?”

Natasha silently snorted beside you and said, “Next time, let him stab you.”

After that small talk with the rest of the team, you found yourself outside Peter’s door. You rocked on your feet and debated whether to knock or not. You finally sucked it up, though, because you definitely needed to apologize again.

After a short while, Peter opened the door and stood there silently. However, he broke the awkward silence, “S-Should I check you for weapons before I l-let you in?”

You rolled your eyes and stepped into his room. You sat on his bed and immediately started apologizing.

“I am so sorry, again! I didn’t know who was there and I was so focused on getting that move right that I was just in fighter mode and I-I just… I don’t know. I…” your right hand reenacted the ordeal, “threw… it.”

Peter stood there with his arms crossed and looked at you dumbfounded.

“Okay… I forgive you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… I mean… why wouldn’t I?” he sat down across from you on his bed, making sure not to brush his knee against yours because 1) he had just been stabbed by his crush and 2) he didn’t want to embarrass himself even further.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and stared at him with a thin smile. You wanted to say something, anything to break the silence but you couldn’t think of anything besides, “Can I see it?”

“What? The wound?” Peter’s eyes slightly widened but he obliged anyways. He pulled the sleeve of his sweater down his arm so his shoulder was bare before you.

“Oh…” you whispered. You felt so guilty that you didn’t notice your hand were reaching up to touch the wound. Peter watched as your hands got closer, not wanting to back away. He knew that once you touched him the wound would hurt again but that didn’t matter at the moment. All that mattered was that Y/N was about to touch him.

Once your hands were on him, you scooted closer to him. Your faces were only inches apart. Peter was looking at your lips as you inspected the wound.

Without thinking, you leaned and pressed your lips centimeters away from the injury, peppering kisses all over his collarbone and shoulder. The intake of breath Peter made was only heard by you and him, and he prayed silently to whatever God blessed him with this moment.

You made your way up his neck and his jawline, stopping once you made it to the corner of his lips. You inched away, only a little, so you could see the expression on his face. His eyes were pitch black and his cheeks were red.

You whispered, “I am so sorr-.”

Peter cut you off and kissed you with so much passion that his wound hurt more than ever with the sudden movement. You grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer. You two rocked back and forth, not one of you knowing who was in charge. When you deepened the kiss, he rocked backwards and when he deepened the kiss, you inched backwards as well. You could feel his breath on your cheeks as he exhaled from his nose. You didn’t know Peter Parker could kiss like this. You didn’t know Peter Parker had even had his first kiss. Either way, you were on cloud-nine.

He tasted like honey, you thought.

“I already forgave you, Y/N,” he kissed you again and again. “Now make it up to me.”

THE END.

#peter parker #spiderman #imagines #fluff

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amirdawar · 6 years

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ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Amir Yusuf Khan Dawar.

Nickname: None.

Birthday: August 1st.

Age: 36.

Gender: Male.

Place of Birth: Chelsea, London, United Kingdom.

Places Lived Since: Karachi, Pakistan. Riyadh and Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. Oxford, United Kingdom. Boston, New York, and LA, United States.

Current Residence: Knightsbridge, London, United Kingdom.

Nationality: British.

Parents’ Names: Fatima and Muhammad Khan Dawar.

Number of Siblings: One younger sister, Faiza.

Relationship With Family: Family is the most important thing to Amir, by far. I went into a lot more detail about their relationships here.

Happiest Memory: The birth of his first niece, Ayeza. It wasn’t that long ago, but in an extensive history of happy memories with his family, that probably stands out as the best. He loves that kid more than life itself.

Childhood Trauma: Amir was bullied pretty badly growing up. In KSA with his dad it wasn’t an issue, but whenever he returned to London to see his mom, the kids weren’t kind. At all. They didn’t like him because he was overweight, Muslim, nerdy... Different. It made him feel guilty because he loved to visit Faiza and his mother, but during extended trips, he’d always be wishing to go back to his dad so he could get away from them. It’s definitely stuck with him. I’m sure he’s mostly over the confidence issues now, but I think it definitely scarred him. Contributes to why he’s so driven and desperate to prove himself successful.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'10”

Weight: 160lbs.

Build: Athletic. Not built like a monster, but he works hard to look good.

Hair Color: Black.

Usual Hair Style: As long as it looks neat, he doesn’t really care.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Glasses? Contacts?: Contacts. Very rarely wears his glasses in public.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Seeing him without a suit is a rarity. Going to Savile Row with his father when he was young was a tradition. To this day, he won’t buy a business suit from anywhere else. Huntsman or William Westmancott is his preference.

Typical Style of Shoes: Can’t go wrong with a good pair of Oxfords.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No tattoos or piercings. Always wears something from his impressive watch collection, but no other jewelry.

Scars: Only two. One from having his appendix removed, and another on his wrist from being bitten by a snake as a kid.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: Cracks his knuckles all the time when he’s stressed. Occasionally just to annoy his mother.

Athleticism: Because his appearance was one of the things he got bullied about most, he worked very hard to change it when he got to university. That routine has stuck with him. He rowed for both Oxford and Harvard competitively, and still keeps up the practice when he has time. Is a good distance runner. Enjoys playing cricket, and polo; the latter of which is a huge social thing for his family when they’re all together in London.

Health Problems/Illnesses: Amir is a Type 1 Diabetic, and also has a really bad allergy to peanuts.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Very high. Was homeschooled for much of his time in Saudi Arabia, but was sent back to England to study economics at Oxford. He continued these studies at Harvard, where he eventually began working towards a Ph.D., before suspending it to start investing in property, instead. Amir hopes to return to it one day, and perhaps go into lecturing when he’s older and ready to slow down a bit.

Languages Spoken: Urdu and English are his joint first languages. His mother made sure that her children learned both growing up. Also speaks Arabic and French fluently. Is currently teaching himself Mandarin for business purposes.

Level of Self-Esteem: Medium. I don’t think he’s too full of himself, and his childhood still weighs on him a bit. But he doesn’t hate himself. He realizes that he has a lot of good qualities he can be proud of.

Gifts/Talents: Aside from a talent with his profession, nothing else. It’s a shame, because he loves music and wishes he could play an instrument, but he can’t pick it up for the life of him.

Mathematical?: Absolutely. The man is a genius with numbers.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Logic. People often think he comes across quite cold because of it.

Life Philosophy: Take responsibility, don’t make excuses.

Religious Stance: Raised Muslim. Was very observant when he lived in Saudi Arabia—obviously, and some of it has stuck with him—but when he returned to the UK for university, it slipped. His parents aren’t happy about it, but they’re also not the type to force strict religion on their son. That being said, he does make an effort to be involved with the traditions and holidays, and never drinks in front of his parents. He knows they appreciate it.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring when it comes to work. Can’t be cautious in business, or you’ll never get anywhere. In his personal life, though, I think he’s a lot more hesitant. Tends to overthink things more.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: I think his reputation is so hugely important to him, that bad press is one of the things that really gets to him. He can’t just let it roll off his back like the others. People trying to tear him down after how hard he’s worked upsets him. Family is a weak spot for him, too. Amir’s also sensitive to people bringing up his failed relationship with Lara, as it’s still an incredibly raw topic.

Optimist or Pessimist?: An optimist, but not naively so.

Extrovert or Introvert?: In business, extroverted, because that’s where he feels most comfortable. He has no problem taking charge and putting himself out there. Less so in social situations. He’s not shy or detached, but sometimes he needs a little prodding to let loose and get involved.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Past Relationships: The only two that are relevant are his first girlfriend, Lital Chadad, just because of how serious it was, and his ex-fiancée Lara, because he literally thought he would spend the rest of his life with her. When she cheated on him, it broke his heart, and he’s still genuinely distraught about it.

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Doesn’t spend enough time with them.

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: When they’re only in it for the money, which happens more often than he’d probably admit.

Ever Cheated?: No.

Been Cheated On: Yes. Multiple times by Lara.

Level of Sexual Experience: I mean, he’s not Damon, but he’s not Théo? Pretty high. (keeping this in, fight me.)

Story of First Kiss: On one of his trips back to London when he was around sixteen, a pretty girl from his sister’s tennis club had kissed him after one of their matches. Amir had thought he was so lucky, until he’d found out kissing him had been a forfeit for losing a bet. They’d laughed about it right in front of him. Stuck with him for a while.

Story of Loss of Virginity: It was with Lital on a drunken night out during the first few months of his time at Oxford. It was awkward, because he wasn’t exactly experienced on the girl front, and he certainly didn’t expect that she’d want to speak to him afterward, let alone ending up in a five-year-long relationship.

A Social Person?: I think so, generally, yes, though less so as of late; working to avoid his problems has also left him becoming slightly reclusive. I imagine he has quite a lot of friends. Doesn’t have trouble keeping them around, either. Though because he gets so busy, he’s fully aware that he needs to make more effort with certain people. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t enjoy time on his own. I think he treasures those moments of peace in his crazy ass lifestyle.

Most Comfortable Around: Obviously his family. Also his best friends, Revati, Bashira and Ashraf.

Oldest Friend: Bashira bint Mahmoud al-Ghazi, who incidentally, is also one of his ex-girlfriends. A daughter of one of his father’s Saudi friends. Amir has known her for as long as he can remember. Ashraf Khan, another Saudi friend, follows in close second. They’re an inseperable trio.

How Does He Think Others Perceive Him?: Uptight. Too serious. Smug. A bit of a snob. Work-obsessed.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Probably about right.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To find the perfect balance between life and work, like his father seems to have done. Not currently working out for him.

Dreams: To eventually settle down and have a family of his own, though admittedly, I think he’s beginning to feel a bit hopeless on that front. I wonder if he thinks Lara was his last real chance, given that he’s getting older and has already wasted a considerable amount of time on dead-end/failed relationships.

Greatest Fears: Something bad happening to his family. Losing Lara. Loneliness. Being remembered for failure. Snakes.

Most Ashamed Of: How things ended with Lara. I think he probably blames himself. Wonders if maybe he’d tried a bit harder, she wouldn’t have gone to Théo.

Secret Hobbies: Cooking, though I don’t think he’s as good as he thinks he is. Working on it, for sure.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): Squeaky clean.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night owl, definitely.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light sleeper, much to his frustration.

Favorite Animal: Fennec Foxes. Faiza had one growing up, and he was always jealous. Also tigers. Definitely tigers.

Favorite Food: Cheesecake, bitch. Also falafel. And dark chocolate.

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes.

Favorite Book: One Thousand and One Nights

Least Favorite Book: Anything by Proust. Fuck Proust.

Favorite Movie: Ben-Hur.

Least Favorite Movie: Probably one of the terrible Bollywood movies Revati makes him sit through. Bad friend.

Favorite Song: Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones.

Favorite Sport: Cricket.

Coffee or Tea?: Tea. Always tea. Drown him in tea.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Neither because death.

Type of Car He Drives: I mean, he drives all the cars, but his favorite is the Aston Martin DB11 that his father gifted him.

Lefty or Righty?: Left-handed.

Favorite Color: Green.

Cusser?: Occasionally. Usually only if he’s really annoyed, or exasperated. Not the kind of person to just curse for the sake of it.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Drinks—though not excessively—and only smokes then, rather than all of the time. Has never used any drugs.

Biggest Regret: Lara. All of it.

Pets: Since moving back to London, he actually decided to get a pet for the first time. It’s a service dog that can sense when his blood sugar is too low; something that happens a lot, since he’s been so focused on work to try and forget about his clusterfuck of a life. He’s a golden retriever named Raza.

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spit fire - chapter fifteen

all the things we thought we was losing

“Aw, he’s not coming in? I haven’t had a good Harry roast in a while.” Bethlyn asks when she exits the bathroom and sees Noa but no Harry, referring to all the times Noa had him over and she would make fun of him for something stupid. It was one of the best things about Bethlyn - the way she got Harry questioning himself with a few quick quips.

Noa felt a pang at that, then flipped over so she was facing the wall.

“No. He’s not coming in.”

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Practice gets harder after that. Well, a lot of things do actually, but practice in particular.

Every time her eyes land on Nina, Noa can’t help but imagine her and Harry together. She sees her fingers wrapped in those long curls of his and Harry’s hands running up her thigh - they’re both out of breath and panting. It’s been a week of these nonstop spiraling thoughts for Noa - kind of the same way her mind got when her mom wasn’t answering her calls. Although, after her last desperate call to her mom, Sarah called her the next morning, leaving her a slurring voicemail and assuring Noa that all that trying Harry suggested she could be doing was in fact nonexistent.

But anyway, practice is hell for Noa. She actually has to stand there and direct Nina while pretending her heart doesn’t sink at the sight of her. Noa thinks she does a good job not letting it show. Because not only does she experience moments of disgust and sadness when thinking of Harry and Nina making out in the library, but she also gets these undeniable surges of anger but doesn’t once act on them.

Anger at Nina and Harry and mostly herself.

She thinks that maybe if she would’ve told Harry how much she liked him then maybe he wouldn’t have kissed Nina. But then, maybe if Harry would’ve just been able to see that she gave him more of herself than she ever intended then he wouldn’t have kissed Nina. And then, maybe if Nina could’ve respected the fact that Noa was basically with Harry then she wouldn’t have let him kiss her. Or definitely wouldn’t have bragged about it in front of her in anatomy lab for fucks sake.

Noa, regardless of how much she fucking likes or dislikes anyone on the team, wouldn’t have kissed anyone she knew the girls were even remotely linked to.

That’s why, after holding her tongue for days and days and days, she breaks. She doesn’t mean to, but she does.

“Fuck? Nina!” Noa slams her hand down on the pause button of the CD player, stopping the music and displacing it enough to have it teetering on the edge of the bleacher. “Is it really that damn hard to remember the high kick after the toe touch? Really?”

“I lost count. Let’s go again.” Nina wipes a hand over her forehead and nods her head, not yet understanding how pissed Noa is.

“You lost count? Really? Seriously? How the fuck do you lose count enough to do a high kick while everyone else is doing a toe touch that you have not even done yet?” Noa punches every word out of her mouth with rage and fire. She can feel herself going too far, she can see that everyone’s gaze shifts up to her - all of a sudden, way more intrigued in her than the ground they usually stared at during breaks so they could catch their breath.

Nina’s jaw drops as she looks around the room, probably trying to confirm that everyone else can see Noa pacing with anger.

“It’s like you can’t do anything right anymore, Nina. What do I have to do to make sure you can do the routine in the right sequence? Draw it out step by step for you?” Her voice isn’t quieting down but getting louder. The hair on her neck is sticking out and red is all she sees.

“Excuse the hell out of me, Madame captain. Chill out.” Nina instructs, taking a step forward from her spot between Cara and Erin. “No need to have a bitch fit.”

At the same time, Farrah and Molly take two steps forward, knowing exactly where the root of this is really coming from. They both suggested multiple schemes to have Nina kicked off the team and out of school, insisting what she did was ‘next level betrayal type shit’.

Noa is shaking with everything she feels, her hands trembling and her heart racing. So many things pop into her head that she wants to say, and a million more actions suggest themselves to her. But then, out of nowhere, she feels her eyes sting - no tears forming but definitely threatening.

“Yeah.” Noa throws her head back and closes her eyes, breathing in deep and resetting herself right then - having no other way out of this situation, not really. “Let’s call it quits for the day. Good practice you guys.”

Just like that, she’s turning to the CD player, preparing it to go back in the storage closet.

No one else makes a move.

“What? We still have like 40 minutes of practice left.” Erin speaks up for everyone.

“Not today.” Noa doesn’t even look at them as she grabs her gym bag and makes her way to the closet. By the time she’s back out of it, only Molly and Farrah are left on the court.

“Noa,” Molly starts with a gentle smile. “Wanna go get something to eat with us?”

Noa continues her path to the door, having only one end goal in mind, or the only attainable one - her own bed and not some basketball players. “Nah. I’m good. Going to go have a smoke and write some of my English paper.”

She could smoke a quick bowl on her way and then write the paper while underneath her thick, warm duvet.

“You sure?” Farrah calls out as Noa reaches the doors.

“Yup. Positive. Thanks though!” She fakes a big smile over her shoulder and then adds, “See you tomorrow.”

—

The paper Noa decides to work on that day isn’t due for a couple of days so it doesn’t really matter that she is high as fuck as she tries to type some of it. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do - work on boring ass assignments while high and see the nonsense that comes out. Normally, it works out in her favor, leaving her with a sliver of a backbone to build off of.

This time, it’s not working so much. Which is a perfect example why she really doesn’t love to smoke weed when she is upset. Weed usually just heightens her mood, makes her feel good and fun and carefree. When she’s sad and smoking weed, she’s still carefree but she can sense the horrible feeling in the back of her mind and it just makes her think of that rather than the paper, ruining her high completely.

She’s staring at the white of her word document and thinking of what Harry is doing right at that moment.

It isn’t as if things have totally stopped between the two of them for the last nine days. Harry still texts her and she still replies. They talk to each other a little in class and have even had sex once in the back seat of his car late one night. But everything has just become… stilted. Harry looks at her with apologetic eyes but she can’t find it in herself to see the truth in them. She can’t manage to speak up the words neither of them ever said to each other nor can she find the reason why it feels like it’s all on her.

Now, they’re just two people who had something great that was tainted by miscommunication or distrust or fucking insecurity.

Harry texted her after his practice, asking if he could come over. Noa didn’t even respond. She’ll do that in a couple of hours, claiming to have been busy with the paper she isn’t even starting on. Until then, she slides the laptop from her lap onto her bed and opens up Netflix, finding an Adam Sandler movie to distract her from those spiraling thoughts.

—

Bethlyn comes in at 9:01, waking Noa with her computer still open in front of her, the screen now turned black. Barely being able to even remove the sleep from her eyes, there is a knock at the door.

If she had enough time, Noa still wouldn’t have thought to tell Bethlyn not to answer it. The room is lit up by more than just her desk lamp when the hall light shines in, the shadow of Harry casting over Noa’s side of the room.

“Hi. ‘S Noa awake?” He questions, peering in and around Bethlyn.

And Bethlyn, bless her damn heart, isn’t aware of all the blurry shit that’s gone down between them so she doesn’t know not to walk over and shake Noa’s shoulder. “Hey, Harry’s here.”

“Okay.” Noa sits up and swings her legs off the bed, sliding on her worn slippers and zipping up her hoodie to cover her lack of bra. “Hey.” She greets him as she closes the door behind her, giving them some privacy.

“Hey.” Examining her face, he bites his bottom lip, looking a bit off. “Would you maybe want to go get some dinner with me?”

“Umm,” Noa doesn’t want to get dinner with him. She can’t even look at him just like she can’t look at Nina without seeing things she is probably making ten times worse in her head. “I’m really tired right now, Harry.”

He nods his head up and down a few times before he sighs and bows it - like he’s deflating minutely. “You’ve been tired every night for the last week or so.”

“Rough time in my semester.” She shrugs and moves her hand for the doorknob, but waits to turn it for some reason. Maybe because when Harry shifts his green eyes back to her, they’re duller than normal. His lips are chapped red and bitten and she wonders for a second why he hadn’t thought to put any chapstick on when it’s this cold out.

Moving a hand to push his hair out of his face, Harry asks hopefully, “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow though?”

Of course. Where else would the captain of the cheerleading team be on game day? She wants to say (among various other things) but can’t with him staring at her like that - fragile and hurt even though he is the one who kissed someone else.

“Yeah, Harry. I’ll be there.” She turns the knob and pushes it open. “Bye.” Taking a step backwards, she watches him do the same.

“Bye, Noa.” He smiles at her name, charming and warm and awful. Awful because it almost makes her want to do the same as she crawls back into bed.

Noa felt a pang at that, then flipped over so she was facing the wall.

“No. He’s not coming in.”

—

As to be expected, Harry plays amazingly the next day and The Wolves win the game.

Noa rolls her eyes more times than she can count, anger returning when she has to watch him do so well for a second week in a row when she feels all muddled inside.

Molly and Farrah decide not to rush the court with the rest of team once they see Noa walking off to the locker room alone. Instead, they spend fifteen minutes talking her into going to the Sigma Kappa house before Noa realizes that she is denying a party because of some boy and agrees wholeheartedly.

—

“Noa!” Niall comes up to her, drunk as can be with beer in the red cup hanging out of his hand and a smile from ear to ear. “Didn’t know you were here.”

“I’ve been over here the whole time.” She motions to the couch Zayn and Molly are making out on. She recently just stood from it and began swaying to the dumb pop song playing, giving them some more space. “You seen Farrah?”

“Louis.”

“Of course.”

Niall grabs her wrist and tilts the red cup in her hand. “What? No drinking?”

“High.” Noa lifts the cup to her mouth and swallows the last bit of water left in it, then drops it on the table to her left. “How have you been?”

“Good. Classes are fine, thinking of dropping out though.” Niall shrugs like it’s not a big deal, laughing at Noa as shock surely covers her every feature.

“What the fuck? No! If you drop out, we’ll all drop out. It’ll be anarchy.”

Noa laughs at her own joke as does Niall - probably because of just how hilarious he finds the reference.

He gives her shoulder a playful punch, shaking his head, “No way, Noa. You’ll get that Dance degree and amaze us all.”

“Oh yeah?” Noa doesn’t believe that so much, mainly because she still doesn’t know exactly what she wants to do with the degree - cheerleading or actually dance? “What will I be doing, huh?”

Niall might have a good answer for her though. Maybe right now, as she is high and he is drunk, she’ll figure it out with one answer from him.

“Whatever the hell ya want, babe!”

Or maybe not. Noa’s shoulder slump and the hopes she grew in the last two seconds die.

“You’re no help, Niall.”

“Sorry!” He exclaims with wide eyes and then remembers something. “Oh! I talked to that girl!”

“What?” She grabs both of his shoulders and shakes him with enthusiasm. “How’d it go?”

“She’s in love with me. Gonna have my babies probably.”

“Oh okay. Get it, man.” Noa drops her hands only to lift one into a high five.

Niall graciously accepts, then, “Seriously though, we had a date last week and have another one tomorrow.”

Noa smiles genuinely for him and almost feels like a proud mom, remembering the party when he wouldn’t shut up about her - the one where Harry threw a fit because Molly told the guys he never went down on Noa before then, not that she is thinking of that.

“I’m so happy for you!” She gives Niall a big hug that kind of startles them both. She has never really been a hugger but for some odd reason, right now, it felt like the thing to do. And Niall doesn’t seem to mind it, returning with warm arms.

“Hey guys.” A voice approaches them, almost like the owner of it heard his name dart through Noa’s mind and had to come running over.

She slowly let’s go of Niall and turns to find Harry standing beside them. He’s dressed in raggedy blue jeans with holes in the knee and a white t shirt covered in a red hoodie. Nothing nearly as warm as her wool leggings and an oversized sweater she found at the Goodwill - though frumpy, still incredibly cute if she does say so herself.

“Hazza!” Niall beams like he is prone to do. “Thought you weren’t coming tonight?”

“Ah, you know I can never resist you guys.” Harry swooped an arm around his good friend and ruffled the blonde’s hair. “Is it okay if I talk to Noa though?”

“Please do. She hugged me. It was bizarre.” Niall chuckles and shakes his head, faking a shiver and nodding goodbye to them.

“You look cute.” Harry notes when they’re alone, stepping closer to her. And at least she can have one of her many thoughts confirmed by a voice other than the ones in her head.

“Thanks. I thought so.” She pulls the bottom seam of her sweater as far down as it’ll go, covering half of her thigh just for something to do other than look Harry in the eye.

Though, that doesn’t work for him today. He takes another step closer, moving his eyes into her line of vision. “You want to get out of here?”

He asks with too much hope - the hope of someone who has completely forgotten their disconnect. Or rather, he has the hope of someone who remembers the connection they used to have before the blur.

Noa remembers it too, it’s not like it could be so easily forgotten, but all the other stuff has just gotten too strong. All his anger about a phone call with Shawn and the kiss with Nina in the library was too much.

She pushes him back a bit, gently but certainly. “And go where?” She scoffs at the suggestion.

“I don’t know. Out of here.” The distance doesn’t deter him; he just sounds more urgent now.

“I’m having fun here.”

For the hour she has been here, she’s hardly stopped laughing. And she hasn’t talked to Liam once yet - even if she wanted to leave with Harry, she can’t before she says at least a hello to him.

“Come on. Let’s just go somewhere. Just you and me.” He pouts his bottom lip, blinking rapidly all cute and harmless. Then saying something he shouldn’t. “I miss you.”

Noa thinks she misheard him over the music until she realizes he isn’t moving at all, letting the words hang in the air between them.

“Oh really?” She raises her eyebrows.

“Yes. You know it’s true.” He slides a hand over her hip, holding her so she stays still as he gets closer.

“Harry.” Noa places a hand on his chest to keep some sort of distance. Because she doesn’t know it’s true. Or maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she does, but she isn’t sure what he misses about her.

“Noa. Come on. We’ll have so much more fun on our own. Come on.” He pleads again and holds out his other hand, offering it face up for her to take. “We can go back to my place.”

Noa wants to say no. She wants to be strong and go home on her own and not flake on herself at the first flash of emotion from him. If she could be as strong as she pretends to be, that would be really fucking great.

But apparently, Noa Cherry has no self-control. She takes his hand and follows him out, hoping that maybe Nina will stay a distant thought once she gets back to that apartment she misses so much.

—

They’re undressed within seconds of being in his place - Noa slightly more eager to just get on with it than him but he still pulled off her sweater in less than a second.

His hands are warm all over her as he guides them to the bed with her falling backward first. It gives her a moment to look at him like that - naked and wanting her - before he is once again too close to really see at all. And she has to take a mental picture of it because sure he’s wanted her before, quite frequently actually, but never like that. Never with eyes so hungry and raking her up and down over and over and over again.

He dives back to her, kissing her much slower than before - as if he’s had time to catch his breath and everything isn’t as urgent anymore. For what seems like almost too long, it’s like that. Just kissing and his hands resting on her - one wrapped around her side and the other finding her own.

“Noa.” He sighs over her mouth with his thick accent and languid tongue, sounding perfectly content to be on top of her in that very second.

“Hmm.” She’s too busy kissing him back to actually say anything of worth, not even his name. She simply slinks an arm around his back and pulls his lower half down so she can swirl her hips more easily - desperately trying to get as close to him as possible. So close she won’t even be able to distinguish between where her body stops and his begins.

Once she’s barely brushed her pelvis against his a few times, they pick up just a tad. Hands begin roaming instead of just sitting and lips star pressing to other places - his explore down her neck to her collarbone then over to her shoulder. A finger of his revels at the shiny silver barbells in her nipples but seem too hesitant, knowing the healing process isn’t complete yet. Just one touch has her preening with excitement though, and she gets a glimmer of anticipation for the future when they are healed.

Opening the space between her thighs, Noa pulls one leg around his torso then waits for him to fumble a condom on before she urges him in. As he fills her up, she bites her lip to keep from making the self-indulgent moan she’s suppressing.

It’s just the fact that he’s moving so lethargically is all. Every pump seems like a chore but a chore he can’t get enough of. A groan leaves his throat, making Noa feel like she needs to hold on tighter to keep from shaking with it.

She lifts her head off the pillow and begins peppering her lips on all the skin she can reach - his shoulder, neck, jawbone. If she had more will, she would be able to get to his lips. Instead, he reaches down for her and reconnects them at the mouth, all the while, never stopping the steady rhythm of their hips.

“Noa,” Harry whispers out of breath, moving back a centimeter at most and trying to make eye contact. “I’m so sorry.” He mutters with conviction.

The words sting nevertheless. He didn’t have to say them right then. He didn’t need to bring it up when they were like that - so vulnerable and bare. She turns her head and closes her eyes, too close to her climax to say anything coherent anyway. Biting on a finger as it washes over her, for the most part she holds in the whimper that’s begging to come out.

Harry places a few more pecks on her jaw before he moves off of her and onto his side of the bed, pulling the sheet over her body as he gets water for them both. As he comes back, he finds her on her side, facing the wall so he can’t see her scrunched eyes.

The sound of his rustling tells her he’s under the cover behind her but she doesn’t feel him. She feels his eyes on her skin where she’s letting her back sit exposed, but he doesn’t move a hand closer or try to get her to wrap around him.

And she’s thankful for it right then because it’s hitting her hard. After such a sweet time full of careful motions in a bed she’s grew so comfortable in, it hits her.

Harry kissed another girl. And maybe he is sorry and maybe he does miss her but he didn’t get her like she thought he did. She thought all that time they spent in this bed together and all the stories she shared would be good enough for him. She assumed Harry would just know that when she came to him with her mom issues or confided in him about her pre competition jitters or when she ate dinner with him every fucking night, he would just understand that he meant something to her.

How he ever thought everything she did give him added up to it being okay for him to kiss Nina, out of all people, Noa will never understand. All she feels lying next to the boy who completely stole her damn heart is total betrayal.

So she waits for him to fall asleep - his breath evening out and tiny snores escaping his lips - before she slips out of his bed and gets dressed. Putting on the bare minimum, she takes a look around the room, spots a flannel on his floor, and steals one of his good ones for the last time before she makes the cold walk back to her dorm.

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Missed opportunities for brotherly moments in Supernatural.

The following will contain *SPOILERS* for season 10 and beyond... Including the recent events of 13 and 14. If you haven`t seen 10 and beyond yet and don`t want to be spoiled then...here there be dragons folks. YOU WERE WARNED so no whining about it...

SPOILERS

Okay, now that we`ve gotten that out of the way.

The first time I noticed it was season 10 and since then there have been multiple times where a brotherly moment; like a hug or a conversation that would have added a lot to the boy`s relationship; could have been added, but was not for various reasons.(In season 10 I blame the writer`s insistence on shoehorning Castiel AND Crowley into the story-line which left less time for the brothers.) The result is, at least to me, a glaringly obvious hole in the narrative that leaves the feeling of something left wanting. Then again It could be just me feeling like this, I don`t know.

Let me go on the record as saying I love Cas, and I loved Crowley.. but for me they are secondary characters. Secondary characters who have grown in importance and have added a lot to the narrative but still secondary characters.

( Note before you get up in arms, this is how *I* see them. Others may feel differently, and that`s just fine) To me the whole show is about the brotherly relationship between Sam and Dean. I`m a bi-bro fan with a slight Dean preference.

Missed moment # 1: Season 10 - SOUL SURVIVOR

When Dean is finally cured of being a demon.

I know that a lot of people weren`t happy that he was cured so soon. I however was ecstatic. Now don`t get me wrong I think Jensen did an amazing job playing Demon Dean. I know that the actor himself was disappointed he didn`t get to play the character longer. I know he`s going to be happy to play Michael!Dean this season and stretch his acting legs. I know he`ll do a fantastic job. For me however I love Dean just the way he is, and my whole love of the show centers around the brother`s together.

So for me the Demon Dean arc was great.. but it ended just in time. What wasn`t so great for me was the real lack of a decent brotherly moment right after he was cured. I mean Dean died, he was turned into a demon, was gone for months, basically left his brother Sam to be killed by Cole Trenton, chased Sam around the bunker trying to kill him, and said some really heartrendingly mean things to his baby brother

Sam went through the wringer on this one mentally and physically. He was desperate to save his brother and with help from Castiel he finally did. Yet after he`s cured we merely get a `You look worried fellas.` from Dean, and two separate conversations between Dean and Cas regarding Sam and Sam and Cas regarding Dean. But no interaction between Dean and Sam on screen. What they needed in that moment was a conversation and/or some kind of hug.

I recognize it might be because Jensen was directing this episode himself, and in between the sequences for Cas and Crowley he likely did not have time for more interaction between the brothers. Nevertheless It left the aftermath of the Demon Dean thing feeling a little empty for me. In the subsequent episodes we got some bits of conversation about what happened, the lengths Sam went to to save his brother, and Dean thanking his brother for saving him among other things.

That`s good.

The episode itself, however, left things hanging a little.

Missed moment # 2: Season 11 - RED MEAT

This is one of my favorite episodes. I love both brothers, (Dean a tad more) but I love me some Sam whumpage. Sam get shot early in the episode, trying to save two hikers, a married couple Corbin and Michelle from Werewolves. He seemingly dies when Corbin, ( Who unbeknownst to Sam and Dean has been bitten by one of the Werewolves) strangles/suffocates the badly wounded Sam so that the Uberprotective Dean will leave his brother behind and get them to safety. The moment that Dean thinks his brother is dead is heartbreaking, and even though we as viewers know Sam can`t possibly stay dead, especially in the middle of the season, it is still hard not to get drawn into Dean`s grief.

I mean look at that. Doesn`t it make you want to hug him?

Jensen is such an amazing actor.

Later it is revealed that Sam wasn`t dead...just mostly dead. Corbin`s attack sent him into shock. He wakes up alone in a cabin, manages to kill two other Werewolves, drive the miles to the Impala, and get to the local hospital in time to save Dean from the wolfed out Corbin. Yay for bad ass Sam! ( Though how bad ass he can actually be seems to be seriously depended on the plot of the week)

This is where we get to out missed moment. Sam shoots wolfCorbin as he`s trying to strangle Dean. As soon as Corbin is dead Sam collapses in the hall, and all we get from Dean is.. “ It took you long enough”

I wanted Dean crawling down the hallway to collapse next to Sam after he`s sure he`s alive or something. I could have done with a hug in the car afterwards as well, or just when they stepped out of the hospital to get back in the Impala to go home. After everything both characters went though in the episode, at the end there they could have added a brotherly moment.. instead it was left hanging and sort of unsatisfying or me.

Missed moment #3: Season 12- Mamma Mia

Image borrowed from Den of Geek-

This is one of the ones that bother me the most.

Sam has lived for days, maybe weeks believing his brother is dead. He had been repeatedly tortured physically and mentally. He has no idea that not only is his brother alive, his MOTHER Is as well. Dean, on the other hand, most definitely not died, has found out his mother is alive and reunited with her, and has returned to the bunker eager to get back to his baby brother and share this news with him. What he gets is an empty bunker, a pool of blood and Castiel who has no idea where Sam is.. and oh by the way Sam has been kidnapped??

Dean, Mary and Castiel spend a lot of time trying to find Sam. I don`t know the exact timeline so I`m going to say a week or more. When they do find him, Dean goes in alone only to get captured himself. The reunion of the brothers was a pretty good moment, if a bit short and a little underwhelming..

A bloody, beaten Sam looks at Dean in shock. “ Dean..I thought you were dead”

Dean, hanging from shackles, reeling from the effects of the spell looks at Sam and smiles `Hey. Well I`m not sure that I`m not. Listen I`ll tell you about everything later...”

Check out what I mean here.

But later Mary shows up just in the nick of time to save Dean from getting his eardrums punctured with an ice pick. Sam is, understandably shocked to see his mother alive. After a nice fight between Toni, Mary, and Dean eventually the British Men of Letters torture happy bitch gets knocked out and Mick Davies shows up to calm things down. Here we have everybody okay, Sam`s free, Dean`s okay, Mary`s okay... it needed a moment. Mary is seeing her baby boy for the first time since he was an infant, I kind of wanted her to hug him. I kind of wanted an all around Winchester hug. Later at the bunker, they have that funny family dinner where Dean gets some illusions shattered ( It came from the Piggly Wiggly LOL )and eats an entire pie. Sam and Mary have a nice conversation where Sam gives her John`s journal and finally have that hug they should have had before. Afterwards Sam lays on his bed staring at the ceiling fan and Dean sits on his own drinking beer in the kitchen looking at pictures. I kind of wanted them to sit together drinking beer, and clink their bottles together you know? Something to symbolize them being together again.

Okay those are my main ones. There are a few others with good moments that could have been so much greater with the addition of a hug, or some more dialog. But this is just me being nit picky.

We know how Dean feels about those moments.

Honorable mentions

1) Season 10- The Executioners Song

After Dean kills Cain and manages to retain himself while doing it he comes out of the barn and collapses into Sam`s arms. It was sort of a hug so I guess it`ll do.

2) Season 10 - Brother`s Keeper

Caught up in The Mark and his desperation to stop himself from causing any more carnage Dean makes a deal with Death. Kill Sam and Death will send him where he can no longer hurt anyone else. Dean and Sam fight, and the younger Winchester gets a good beat down but Sam eventually gets through to his big brother. Sam agrees to let Dean kill him if it means putting a stop to him. Death gives Dean his scythe but after some powerful words from Sam ( and some amazing acting from both boys) Dean slices and dices DEATH instead of Sam. Afterwards he drops the weapon and worriedly asks Sam if he is okay, but I would have kind of liked a hug. I might have a Winchester hug fetish though LOL

3) Season 11- Don`t Call Me Shurley

Image from Pinterest

Amara`s fog has taken over the town and infected Sam. Dean however, seems to be immune. Dean refuses to leave his brother`s side, as Sam struggles and is close to being taken over by the fog Dean looks up to the heavens and yells `Stop this, you hear me you dick!` Just when he thinks all is lost he sees something shining in Sam`s pocket... it turns out to be the Samulet. As viewers hear Chuck sing `Fare Thee Well` Miraculously the fog clears, the people in the closet are okay, and so is Sam. Both boys are shocked. I thought though it would have been cool if Dean had grabbed Sam by the coat, and yanked him into a hug.

4) Season 12- First Blood

The boys are arrested by the Secret Service and taken to a black site and locked up for two months to try to get them to talk. They eventually get out by making a deal with Billie the reaper. They sort of die in their cells, and wake up in the morgue together. I thought the reunion between the boys was a little lackluster there. I mean they hadn`t seen each other for months, could we have gotten a better brotherly moment? Still that sequence afterwards with them hunting those military guys in the woods was just bad ass.

Man I get chills. Image borrowed from here.

5) Season 12- Regarding Dean

Dean is hit by a memory erasing spell and loses all of his memories. Another episode I really enjoy. It has a nice mixture of humor, and angst. The brotherly moments were good, but Dean was a bit of a jerk to pull that trick on Sam at the end. It would have been cool if after doing that mean joke, Dean had just stepped off the stairs and given Sam a little hug.

Okay so there we go... just a few missed moments..and a brotherly moments that were a bit underwhelming for me.

Next time I think I`ll do my favorite brotherly moments, and then some of Jared and Jensen`s best acting. Just to balance out the criticism.

Peace out!

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