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coldfanbou · 5 months

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After Show Thanks

So initially, this was going to be a viviz fic that involved all the members but then it became more of a SinB fic. So I turned it into that, and this is the first part of a three-part series.

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SinB x Mreader

”Come on! Let’s go!” Your eyes slowly open before you feel the impact of a soft pillow smacking you. You cover your head with your hands as the soft blows rain down upon you. “We’re going to be late!”

“Then stop smacking me!” You shout back, grabbing your pillow and tossing it toward that familiar voice. You hear your soft pillow smacking them and turn to face Eunha. You see your pillow come falling down after it’s caught her on the chin.

“Ack, you hit me!” Eunha pouts, and you can see the crocodile tears forming. You sigh softly and pull her in before she can start her routine. With your arms wrapped around her, you pull her onto the bed and pepper her with kisses. “Hey, stop it!’ She says, shaking her head back and forth as you continue your onslaught. “It’s our first day! We’re going to be late!” Eunha says as she tries to squirm her way out of your grip. You hug her tighter.

“Next time, wake me up normally, okay?” You say in more of a demanding voice than asking.

“Okay, okay!” Eunha shouts back. You slowly let her go, leaving her lying on the bed. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath. You get out of bed and start looking in the closet, deciding what to wear. Looking back at Eunha, she’s kicking her feet as she lies on the bed, waiting for you to choose something. “Can you hurry?” She says before slowly rising into a sitting position. You take your time choosing an outfit, knowing that Eunha wants to get there early. You would have enough time as long as nothing got in your way. You pick something simple, grab your bag, and head out with Eunha. She takes your hand as you walk, swinging back and forth as you head to her friend’s house. It was down the block, so it was no problem. “I hope she’s ready.”

“I’m sure she is barely getting up.” You reply.

Eunha smacks your arm and whines, “Don’t say that. We still have to figure out where our class is.”

“I’m sure we’ll find it with plenty of time.” You start to lead Eunha, swinging your arm. The walk to Eunbi’s house doesn’t take much longer, and she’s stepping outside as you reach her home. “You’re actually ready by the time we’re here, SinB.” You say loudly. Eunbi looks in your direction and flips you off. It makes you chuckle. You notice her outfit: a tight-fitting crop top, jacket, a short skirt with fishnets and over-the-knee boots. “Oh, that’s right, you guys have a show today.” You say to Eunha.

“Yep, I wish SinB wouldn’t wear her concert outfit all day, though. It’ll ruin the surprise.” Eunha replies as she waves her friend over.

“I’m sure it’ll attract a lot of people to your show.”

“Yeah, but still.” Eunha looks a bit uncertain of SinB’s choice but pushes it out of her mind for the moment. The three of you continue walking until you reach the bus stop, grabbing a ride to the university and heading to the mathematics building.

“I can’t believe we chose math as our first class of the day.” You complain, already regretting your decision to let Eunha plan your schedule.

“I feel the same way,” SinB says, her shoulders falling.

Eunha frowns upon hearing you both complain, “You’re the ones who were too lazy to help me figure out a good schedule.” She says in a huff. You lean in to kiss her on the cheek, forcing her to smile. “Don’t think that’ll make up for your complaining. I want you to come to our show.”

“I was already planning on it.” You quip back at her. “Oh, yeah, you mentioned you had a new person joining to replace your old drummer.”

“Yep! She’s going by the name Umji.” Eunha chirps as she looks at the room numbers. “She happened to go to one of our last shows, and when she found out our drummer was leaving, she said she could do it.”

“Perfect timing, really,” SinB adds. “We got some new blood and creativity, so things are looking up for us. I think this is it.” She says, pointing out the class you all have. You step inside and take seats in the back of the class. SinB immediately lays her head on the desk. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“We just got here!” Eunha says, slapping her back. “Come on, SinB, it’s the first day. You can’t be tired already.”

“Too late. I’m tired.” The response makes you chuckle, causing Eunha to slap your shoulder.

“We have a show later; you can’t be tired!” EUnha whines while shaking SinB. You go along with Eunha, getting on SinB’s other side and shaking her. She tries to ignore both of you, but it’s difficult when the two of you begin to complain. More students start to pile into the room. Eunha perks up when she sees a particular woman walk into the room. “Oh! Umji! Over here!” The young woman turns in the direction she hears her name and sees Eunha waving her hand. A small smile crosses her face, and she walks over quickly. “I didn’t know you were taking this class, too.” You put your head down on your desk; Sinb does the same as Umji and Eunha start discussing their schedules. The class begins soon after, and Eunha tries to get you and SinB to focus. You notice Umji watching you all with a slight smile. You can feel her gaze remain on you for some time during class, and turn to look at her. When you do, she immediately faces the front, avoiding your eyes.

You and SinB are both glad when the class ends, while Eunha and Umji continue to chat with each other. As your eyes reach them, you smile, happy to see Eunha make another friend. Eunha spots you looking at her and turns to face you. “Everyone, you’ll be happy to know that this was our only class for the day, so how about we head to the practice room? I set it up beforehand, so the instruments should be ready.” Umji and SinB nod in agreement, leaving you as the odd one out. With her eyes glued to you, Eunha says, “You can get us some food while we head over. Here.” Eunha pulls a marker from her bag and starts writing the room on your arm.

“Hey! Why are you writing on my arm of all places?” You say, pulling your arm away from her. Eunha’s grip tightens as she focuses on writing, her brows furrowing and her hand scribbles directions.

“There.” She says with all the satisfaction she can muster. “Now there’s no way of you getting lost. Besides, we both know you would lose it if I wrote it down on paper.” Eunha turns around and points in the air, “Let’s go!” She cheers as she starts walking. “Get us the usual stuff,” Eunha shouts before chatting with SinB and Umji. The girls attract a lot of attention as they walk, mostly SinB, due to her outfit. You just sigh and head to the market, grabbing snacks and drinks. It doesn’t take long for you to grab everything and head over to the building; you wonder why they couldn’t have come along if everything was already set up. Heading toward the room, you overhear some yelling. It grows louder as you come up to the floor of the music room.

In front of the music room is SinB and some man. The two are arguing over something, and you step in as it becomes more than just an argument. As he reaches for her, you announce your presence. “What’s going on here?” You ask loudly. You see SinB take a small breath of relief before she comes to your side. The man huffs and says they were just having a conversation before walking off in the other direction. Once he’s out of sight, you ask SinB if she’s alright.

She gives you a slight nod, “I’m alright. Let’s just head inside.” Eunha and Umji are in a recording booth, chatting. Through the glass panel, they spot you and SinB and open the door to the booth.

Eunha sees the change in SinB’s attitude, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” They hadn’t heard a thing from inside the booth. SinB shakes her head, not wanting to bring anything unnecessary to the group. Eunha isn’t convinced and drops the subject. The three of them continue to practice and record inside the booth, sometimes taking breaks to snack. They prepare themselves for the show once they’re satisfied with their sound. Eunha looks through her bag, pulling out her clothes, and stripping down in front of everyone. Umji’s eyes go wide, and she tries to cover Eunha’s body with her own before asking if she isn’t worried about you seeing her naked. This forces Eunha to explain your relationship and calms Umji down. From the other side of the glass, you laugh at the situation.

“Aren’t you going to change Umji?” Umji points out that she doesn’t feel comfortable changing with you in the room. Eunha gives you a look that you immediately understand. You get up and wait outside the practice room. It takes forever, but you’re eventually allowed back inside. You see the group now in their performance outfits and smile. “We should take a picture!” Eunha says, bouncing slightly as she grabs her phone and brings it to you. “Take some good ones!” She heads back to the others, and you start snapping photos of them, taking a few pictures of each pose they strike. You hand back the phone when you're done. The girls look and choose their favorites as you gather everything and prepare to head out to the hall where they’re performing. Once the girls realize they begin helping you. Along the way, you hear Eunha and SinB whispering to each other, occasionally hearing them mention you. You turn to them when you hear your name, and they change the subject quickly. You don’t think about it too much and continue with them. Once at the music hall, you help them set up and take your place on the side.

The hall fills with a healthy-sized crowd for them, and you enjoy the show they put on. You can tell they’re happy to be on stage singing for the crowd. The show goes without a hitch, and once the people leave, you pack everything up along with the members. Eunha taps your shoulder and tells you she left something in their dressing room. She asks you to get it, and you do. You look around the room for a few minutes, unable to find it, when SinB walks in. “Hey, can you help me look for something?” She stands there for a moment before stepping up to you and pushing you back onto a couch. “SinB now is not the time. Help me-” SinB presses her lips against yours as she straddles you. Her head tilts to the side before she breaks the kiss. “What are you doing?” You say, trying to get her off you. “What would Eunha say?”

“Relax, she gave me permission. This…This is my way of thanking you for earlier.” She says before leaning in for another kiss. She pulls down her tube top before grabbing your hands and placing them on her modest tits. She moans slightly, her voice escaping into the room. Once she breaks the kiss again, she stares at you.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Just shut up.” She replies. “Do you think I want to fuck you? I’d rather do it with someone else.” She says as she pulls your pants down enough to get your cock out. It’s semi-hard but still a good size. SinB struggles to wrap her hands around it but strokes it. You groan, and your cock becomes rock-hard. SinB reaches down and tears her fishnet along her inner thigh before turning around to sit on you with your cock between her thighs. “You better enjoy this.” She starts moving, lifting, and lowering herself while your cock is trapped between her thighs. You feel just how soft her skin is as SinB puts in the effort to rub her thighs together, adding more pleasure for you. You groan, beginning to enjoy the sensation. Your hands reach around SinB, reaching her breasts and squeezing them gently. Her soft moans become music to your ears. “Shit, I’m getting wet.” She mutters quietly. SinB adjusts herself, and you can feel the soft fabric of her panties move along your cock as she thrusts. You can feel her getting wet as she moves along your shaft. Kissing her neck, you tell her how much you’re enjoying it. “Yeah, well, you better. It’s- It’s the only time I’m doing this for you.” She replies, her moans occasionally stopping her. SinB squeezes her legs together and grits her teeth before letting out a loud cry. Your cock becomes covered in her nectar as she cums over your cock. Once her orgasm is over, SinB automatically leys back against you, catching her breath slowly.

“You dick, you didn’t cum yet.” She grumbles before sitting up. “You’re really making me give it to you, huh?” SinB swings her legs around you, stopping once she’s straddled you again. She moves her panties to the side while using her other hand to rub your cock against her lips. SinB coos. She pauses, taking a deep breath before lowering herself onto your cock. You feel her pussy stretching as it takes more of you in. Her warm walls rub the head of your cock as it pushes deeper inside her. SinB whines, not used to your size but also not taking a moment to stop. She was determined to have you fully inside before she gave herself a break. SinB leans on your body, breathing heavily as she adjusts to your size. You enjoy the moment, feeling her walls squeeze your cock with every breath she takes. “Fuck, why are you so big?” She says, looking you in the eyes. Slowly she rises, taking a second to collect herself before dropping onto your cock. “Shit!” SinB shouts as you hit deep inside. She starts to move up and down slowly. You pull her in for a kiss; she gratefully accepts. The kiss distracts her, letting her body naturally take over as she speeds up. Your hands move to her waist, helping her ride you. SinB begins to moan louder and louder as she rides you. You can feel her tightening slowly.

SinB holds you tightly as she kisses you. She yelps as you begin thrusting, feeling you go deeper into her cunt. “Wait, hold on,” SinB whines; she has her head to your side right by your ear.

“I thought you said this was going to be the only time. At least let me enjoy myself.” You say as you give her a soft spanking.

“Ah, okay, okay.” She whines, giving herself to you. SinB was surprisingly submissive. You found it pretty funny, the big difference between how she was acting. SinB’s moans grew higher as she neared her climax. Her constant bouncing edged her closer and closer. Your throbbing cock didn't help matters either SinB was getting turned on, feeling it move inside her. “Kiss me,” She said in a practically begging voice.

You give her the kiss she desires and push SinB over the edge as you drag her body onto your cock and bury yourself inside. Her muffled moan is still loud as she cums on your cock. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her body begins to go limp on top of yours. You quickly pull out of her before you cum and finish yourself off. Your cum spurts onto SinB’s stomach and skirt, painting her.

Outside the room was Umji. SinB’s moans had gotten her attention, and she had peeked inside, shocked at what she saw. Umji couldn’t pull herself away; the sight and sounds turned her on. She found herself rubbing her slit through her clothes as she listened to you fucking SinB. Her mind began to put her in SinB’s place, imagining what it must’ve felt like before she snapped back to reality. Umji shook her head and decided to tell Eunha what she saw.

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semifilms · 1 year

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☆HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU | toru oikawa

a/n - this been marinating in the drafts since june. COLLECTING DUST BUNNIES.

cw - none

okay, oikawa has a flirty personality but when he is romantically interested in you i think he flirts completely differently. like he wants it to be obvious he’s into you without saying he’s into you. maybe he’s walking wi you to class and some girl comes up to him like; “oikawa can i talk to you for a moment?” he knows just by that twin she wants to confess to him. his eye merely twitches at the fact. “ah, sorry maybe another time i’m kinda busy.” he’d politely say to dismiss her. these small acts he starts to do when developing a crush on you, and they go completely unnoticed by you until someone else brings it up.

you wouldn’t believe it at first until you finally notice. then you tease him about it to get him to tell you. mainly to see if it’s true because you’re still skeptical. “oikawa what do you think about going on a date?” you’d ask him suddenly while walking to the train station. he tenses up, “on a date..?” he muttered with a raised brow. “yeah, some guys asked me out during lunch and i’m considering it but i’m asking you because you’ve been on plenty i assume.”

you’re lying, but he doesn’t know that so in the moment he feels stupid. stupid for even thinking for a second you were trying to ask him on a date. “what makes you think i’ve been on plenty?” he asks offended, hiding his disappointed look with a confused one. you shrugged and glanced at him “you get confessed to a lot so i assume you’ve gone at least one date.”

neither of you speaks for a few minutes. you walk in silence, you’re not really sure why but you didn’t feel the need to speak up until the setter breaks the silence.

“i don’t think you should go on a date with him, he’s a bad guy. i’ve heard a lot about him.” you smiled to yourself at oikawa’s delayed response. “that’s funny,” you scoff before slowly lying down your pace and coming to a stop at a stop light. you turned to him with a smirk on your face. “what’s funny?” he asks

“i didn’t even tell you who he was,” you stated matter-of-factly. you swore you could hear his heart drop as he stopped to face you with a wary look on his face. “didn’t you though?” he hesitantly asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

the brunette rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “well what’s his name?” he asked. “doesn’t exist.” you stated with a shrug.

“is he a foreign student? that’s a weird name-” you laughed at him and cut him off. “no, he doesn’t exist. i made it up, i just wanted to see how you’d react.” you said as the light turned green and the walking figure lit up causing you to cross the street on instinct. oikawa followed quickly behind.

“why would you want to see my reaction?”

you shrugged again, you were now at the train station and you had pulled out your ic card and tapped it while walking into the station.

“do you have a crush on me?” your question was sudden and you caught oikawa off guard for the umpteenth time today. “why?” he asks his voice quiet. you both stood on the platform with other waiting people for your train and you glanced over to oikawa.

“does it matter? i just want to know if it’s true or not.”

there was another moment of silence between the two of you. though it wasn’t too quiet as trains could be heard getting closer and people around you kept talking. “what happens if i say yes?”

you don’t respond for another moment as you thought carefully about what to say next. “to be honest, i’m not sure right now, but we’ll figure it out together.”

he didn’t want to ruin his opportunity. though your response was vague he took it as his sign. the setter took a deep breath and turned his whole body to face you, you did the same.

“yes, y/n. i have a crush on you and i have for a while now and i’d really like to take you or on a date or something—only if you want to.”

your stomach fluttered and twisted into knots. you didn’t know if actually hearing it from his mouth made a difference but whatever feelings you had for oikawa. that you thought were just platonic did not feel like it at the moment.

“i want to.”

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normspellsman · 1 year

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A Kiss, Perhaps

pairing: spider socorro x fem!human!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 4.4k+ (😳)

warning(s): just spider + reader being cute idiots in love, spider actually being a lovesick puppy that happily follows you wherever you go, subtle brains x brawn dynamic, the tiniest hint of suggestive content (?), first kiss trope, slightest mention of making out, & getting caught (oop-)

taglist: @aonungsmate @universal-s1ut @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @optimisticblazetrash @arminsgfloll @amortencjja @dearstell @liyahsocorro @chshshhshshshshshshs @goodiesinthecloset21 @sweetirilly @blushhpeachh @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic

word bank: ikran — winged creatures used for flying + hunting

note: set before the events of atwow! i keep overdoing myself with these 4k+ fics 😭 but anything for you guys <3 there’s nearly not enough spider fics on this app. give my boy some love T-T! also, tumblr’s being weird & not letting me tag some people on the posts so i’ll try to tag those with a line through their user in the comments.

You loved spending time outside in the forests of Pandora, soaking in everything you saw. You spent more time out of the lab than in it most days.

Spider even joined you at times, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You probably knew the forest better than the boy, even with his frequent associations with the Sully children. You practically never left the beautiful scenery and spent too many hours exploring every little thing you could. So, he found it best to follow your lead whenever he tagged along on your journeys.

Norm liked to say that you were a lot like Grace Augustine in some ways. Always wanting to analyze and study every single plant you came into contact with. Always too caught up in admiring the beauty and wonder that Pandora provided. Of course you never met the woman but you saw plenty of her video recordings with Kiri and on your alone time. You could say that the two of you had similarities but none that were too significant.

You knew almost every inch of forestry on the moon-planet. Almost.

There was this one place that Spider had stumbled upon many years ago after running around with Lo’ak. It was his little hideout spot whenever he needed time to himself or wanted a break from things. He didn’t think about sharing it with anyone else until you mentioned how bored you were one night, complaining about how you practically seen every inch of the forest and that there was nothing else to see. You loved everything you saw on Pandora but missed the first time admiration one held whenever they saw something they had never seen before.

Spider wasn’t exactly sure if you had already scoped out his little getaway spot but nonetheless, he still wanted to share it with you.

“I don’t think you’ve been to this place though,” Spider speaks up one day, pulling your attention away from whatever you were studying underneath the microscope.

The teen also often offered his company to you whenever you were in the lab doing whatever scientists did. He liked spending time with you, even if you were too caught up in doing sciencey stuff that he had absolutely no clue about.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

A shit eating grin stretched itself onto Spider’s lips. Good, he thought, she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“You said that you’ve seen every inch of the forest,” he replied, twirling a pipette in between his calloused fingers, “but, I’m sure you haven’t seen my hideout.”.

Curiosity sparkled in your eyes, back straightening in attention.

“What does it look like?” You asked, genuinely excited about the secret place Spider had kept from you for whoever knows how long.

Spider had you right where he wanted you. Like a prey in his web. There was no way that he was going to give you any details of what it looked like. Where’s the fun in that? He wanted to see the pure, genuine look of amazement on your face when you finally saw the place he was talking about.

“Nuh uh,” Spider tsked, poking your cheek with the pipette, “I am not falling for that. You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow,” he finished, face inching closer to yours.

Your eyes rolled in annoyance, not pleased with Spider's answer. You at least wanted to know where the spot was or what some of its features looked like, it would help that anxious-excitement feeling that always crawled its way into your stomach whenever you discovered something new.

“Wherever you’re taking me better not be somewhere where I have to climb,” you retorted, slightly pushing back his head with your hand, him snorting in response.

“It’s not that bad. Besides,” he replies, “I can always carry you up there.”.

Spider was ridiculously strong for a human boy his age. The first time you realized it, your stomach twisted in knots. The two of you were play fighting in your early teens when the male managed to pin you down with just one arm, the other slithering in between your bodies as he tickled your stomach. It was in that brief moment that you realized how different and quickly Spider was changing, thanks to puberty.

Just the thought of Spider carrying you up to wherever he had in mind without even breaking a sweat made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You began to wonder how his toned arms would feel around your body or how his tense back would feel against your front as it flexed due to his climbing. (Your mouth began to water a little at the thought. Oh how you wished he would just pull you into his embrace and hold you so you could feel the flexing of his muscles as he did so.)

You quickly scoffed the thought away, shaking your head at the dirty blondes' response. He very obviously took pride in his strength and the fact that he could most definitely carry you anywhere without much difficulty.

“Sure you could, Spider,” you added, your eyes squinting a little at the boy in front of you, unplugging and turning off the microscope you were using.

Spider smirked at your response, tossing the pipette to the side as he saw that you were getting ready to clean up, signaling that you were done for the day and we’re going to head off to bed.

“Night, beautiful,” Spider whispered, ruffling your hair a bit before he turned and left the lab you were occupying.

“G’night,” you replied, pink dusting your cheeks in reaction to the nickname he gave you early on into your friendship.

He always called you that. Max had explained to him what the word meant when he overheard Jake call Neytiri that when he was only a child, wondering what it meant. Max told him that he should only ever mean it whenever he called someone it. So he did. You were the only one he called beautiful and probably would be the only one he ever called that and truly meant it.

“Tomorrow, three hours before eclipse,” Spider quickly added, heading peaking through the door of the lab, a smile on his face as he voiced the time he planned on taking you out.

You only hummed out in acknowledgment, shooing him away as you focused on your task of cleaning up your area of the lab.

You really couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

———

“Hurry up, you’re going to make us late,” Spider whined out, sprawled out on your freshly made bed, a ball of yarn in his hands as he tossed it up and down towards the ceiling.

You rolled your eyes at the boy, annoyed at his words. It wasn’t like there was someone else waiting for you at the spot he wanted to take you to.

“We are fine, Spider,” you scoffed out, finishing tying up your shoelaces together besides the teens head as your body was in a seated position. Your hand briefly reached out towards Spider’s knotted locs, messing with them a little before he turned his head to teasingly nip at you, teeth not making contact with your skin. You squealed in response, hurriedly pulling back your hand in order to avoid the boy's sharp teeth.

Spider barked out a laugh at your response, tossing the ball of yarn to the side, softly landing on the floor with a dull thud. Another thing he loved, messing with you. He took great joy in doing it and seeing your reaction.

“Yeah well, the faster you finish getting ready, the faster we’ll be at my spot,” he retorted, pushing himself up to a sitting position, a bored look on his face as he looked at you.

Spider had only been in your room for around fifteen minutes, barging in when you just finished braiding your hair yelling about how long you were taking and how by the time you were done, it’d be sunrise already. He was all ready to go and had been waiting for you for almost thirty minutes before coming into your room unannounced. He usually did, which caused you to throw whatever was closest to you at him, demanding him to get out. You got used to it over the years but still, you needed privacy and sometimes, you felt like you rarely had that around Spider due to his spontaneous barging into your room. You gained the ability to change out of and into your clothes incredibly fast, almost always narrowly missing flashing Spider.

“Okay, okay, I’m all ready,” you responded, hands going up in surrender as you stood up from your spot on the bed, dusting off the back of your thighs and the front of your shorts.

Spider groaned out in relief, hopping off the bed and grabbing your packed bag that was placed by the doorframe, throwing it over his shoulder before grabbing your hand and rushing you out in excitement.

“You’re gonna love it, I swear!”.

———

The both of you had arrived and climbed up to the place Spider had wanted to take you to in an hour and a half. The sun was just at eclipse when you arrived. Spider didn’t hesitate to crouch down a little so you could jump onto his back, legs and arms tightly around his neck and waist before he began the ascent up.

“We’re here,” Spider whispered, slightly out of breath from the exercise. He tapped your thigh twice, signaling that it was safe for you to let go.

The first thing you saw were vines. Lots of them. It covered almost every inch of solid rock, clinging across the surface until your eyes landed on a small opening, the vines dangling over it as the twine and its leaves cloaked the opening. No wonder you never knew of this place. Regardless of it being too high up for you alone to climb, it was very well hidden by the green vines.

It seemed like it was a cave, from what you could see. Peeking past some of the small openings in between the vines, you couldn’t see much light through the gaps. It seemed to be pretty dark and the only light that was getting through was the sunlight that managed to squeeze between the vines.

“You excited?” Spider asked, anxiety settling itself in his stomach. He wanted you to like his secret spot. It was special to him. He didn’t even tell Lo’ak about it and he tells the Na’vi boy practically everything.

“Very,” you replied back, eyes still glued on the intricate weaving of the vines. You tried to imagine what was behind the plant's structure, excitement setting in.

You liked finding new things but this felt different. More personal. Spider told his loved ones almost everything, so you were genuinely surprised when he brought up the fact that he had a secret hideout. And knowing that you were probably the only other person to see and know about this place made it even more special and personal.

“C’mon,” Spider whispered, taking your hand in his as he gently pulled you inside, pushing the vines to the side to make room for the both of you to get through.

It was dark at first, the numerous vines making a dull thud sound as they fell back into place once Spider let them go. But then, small blue dots of light appeared, scattered across the walls and ceiling of the cave, lighting up the space in its dim light. The longer you two walked, the more brighter it seemed to get. The biolomenscient dots got dimmer and dimmer the further you and Spider went, the warm glow of the sunset replacing it.

Another opening made its way into your line of sight, giving you the perfect view of the eclipse and more.

“Holy shit,” you whispered out, hand still grasping Spiders.

The sight before you was absolutely breathtaking. Ikran flew across the setting sun, shrieking in delight as they dipped and dived. The floating mountains were scattered across the sky, thick and large vines connecting them to each other so they didn't drift too far from another. The vibrant colors the setting sun emitted settled across the horizon and danced across the tops of the trees beneath the cliff you and Spider were currently standing on.

Spider smiled at your response, warmth spreading across his body as he came to the conclusion that you were enjoying the sight before you. He felt nervous before, not wanting you to not like where he was taking you. But now, he felt so happy. Happy that you were awestruck and couldn’t tear your eyes off of everything in front of you.

“Like it?” He asked, hand squeezing yours to catch your attention.

“Like it?” You replied, eyes still darting across the beautiful scenery in front of you, “I love it! How come you didn’t take me here earlier?” You pouted at the end.

The boy only chuckled in response. To be honest, he considered this place to be his. Like a little secret. He wasn’t planning on sharing it with anyone. But the more he thought about it and visited the small cave slash cliff hideout, the more he wondered what it’d be like to share this place with you. He was over the moon when you agreed to tag along last night. This was no longer going to be just his spot but the both of yours.

Spider slightly tugged on your hand, guiding you to follow his actions in sitting down, legs dangling over the cliffs edge.

“It’s so beautiful,” you commented, settling yourself next to Spider, hands still intertwined.

The human boy hummed in response, eyes never leaving the side of your face. The setting suns colorful rays reflected off the glass of your mask, highlighting your bright eyes as you continued to gawk at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

To Spider, your beauty could never compare to what was in front of him. He had seen this kind of sunset millions of times before but he always found himself thinking of you whenever he gazed at the eclipse and the colorful horizon. You were truly one of a kind. He always felt special whenever you graced him with your presence. His eyes never left your face whenever the two of you hung out, oftentimes running into things on accident which made me even more flustered once your laugh reached his ears. If he were in a Na’vi body, his tail would be swaying furiously back and forth like a dog excited to see their owner whenever his eyes settled on your figure. You always had a special place in his heart. Which makes this moment even more special.

“Hmm, just like you, beautiful,” he whispered back, nudging your shoulder with his.

A wide toothed smile made its way across your lips, a giggle escaping them as you shook your head at the boy. “Cheesy,” you replied, eyes finally tearing away from the sunset and settling on Spider.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized how close the two of you were. Your shoulders were touching and your clasped hands were in Spider's lap, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. If it weren’t for the masks you had to wear, you most likely would be able to feel each other's breath. Just the thought gave you slight goosebumps.

“Sappy,” Spider agreed, laughing in response to your previous statement. He tended to be overly romantic whenever around you. Albeit he never outwardly voiced his thoughts, he still thought them. You only got a glimpse or two of that side of him, it only being during whenever the two of you were joking around or he was trying to bring your spirits up on a particularly hard day. It never failed to make you feel better or laugh in response.

Your eyes were stuck on Spider's face, glancing from his eyes, to his nose down to his lips, and then back up to his eyes. He was probably the prettiest human boy you’d ever seen, and the only one you’d seen.

“Want to know how I stumbled across this place?” He asked, cheeks reddening at your intense stare.

“Please,” you responded, shifting a bit to face more towards the boy, hands still tightly interlocked.

Spider brightly smiled before starting, glad to be finally sharing this, his place with you.

———

You had stayed out way past curfew, too caught up in the beauty of Pandora to realize just how late you and Spider stayed out.

He had you put yourself on his back again on the way down, your hands returning to grip his shoulders as your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You found yourself thinking about his muscles and his strength again, making yourself blush at every thought. The fact that you were so tightly pressed up against him and could feel his back muscles twitch and flex as he climbed down didn’t help, at all.

But he too was blushing. There have only been a handful of times where the both of you were in a position like this, so close together. Most of them were when you were children and still needed the comfort of someone else to sleep, Norm often finding the two of you entangled together as you softly snored away in your deep slumber. The other time being when you had a tickle fight and he pinned both of your hands above your head and tortured you with his swift fingers against the sensitive skin of your stomach. Spider almost kissed you that day, if it weren’t for Max’s interruption, telling Spider that Lo’ak was there for him. And the other time being now. It had been so long since he had you this close. Of course you two hugged and had sleepovers whenever you were bored, but even then, you never had your body that close to his and vice versa. Spider could feel the beat of your rapid heart against his back, smirking at how fast it was pumping.

It was nice to have you this close to his body. Especially in this circumstance. He felt like he was protecting you, in a way at least. Spider knew that you didn’t have the type of training he did regarding exploring the expanse of Pandora’s forests. You mostly explored on your own and kept to the forest floor whereas Spider leapt from tree to tree with Lo’ak and climbed whatever he could. And regarding this fact, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to pull yourself up to climb all the way to where he wanted to take you as well as back down. So this was the least he could do. Have you cling to his back as he descended back down to the mossy ground.

The minute your feet touched the floor, you took off sprinting, shouting at Spider to race you back to the lab. Poor boy barely had any time to process it, standing there in shock for a few seconds before quickly following after you, catching up to your figure within minutes.

The boy beat you to the lab even with your head start.

“No fair!” You whined out, huffing and puffing from your sprinting. Damn, you thought to yourself, and to think Spider does this everyday.

“Hmm, sucks to suck I guess,” Spider teased, patting your head as you stood there with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Your mask began to fog up from your ragged breathing.

You playfully slapped Spider’s hand away as you both walked up the stairs to the lab, the boy holding the door open for you as you walked through.

Once the door shut, a hissing sound reached your ears, signaling that the filter was forcing out the Pandora air and replacing it with the air you and the other humans needed to breathe. When the small light above the second door turned green, you quickly discarded your mask and pushed through the secondary door.

“That was so much fun!” You exclaimed, wide smile on your lips as you turned back towards Spider, watching him place both of your masks back onto the small rack they usually reside on.

Warmth spread throughout Spider’s chest at your exclamation, proud that he was able to make you this happy from simply sharing his hideout with you. “I’m glad you had fun,” he replied, a gummy smile spreading onto his lips.

“Thank you so much for taking me! I really enjoyed tonight,” you continued, same smile still plastered on your face.

You felt grateful that Spider wanted to share a place he had found and kept to himself for a while with you. It made you feel special. Really special. You wanted to do something for him that showed your gratefulness. But your mind kept drawing blanks the more you thought about it. It had to be a grand gesture that showed him just how much you appreciated tonight as well as him in general.

Silence settled itself between the two of you, it resting comfortably in the air. Seconds had passed from the last time you spoke, eyes darting around Spider’s painted striped skin, the paint fading from the days excursions. As your eyes settled back onto his face, you realized that he was staring at your lips.

A lightbulb went off in your head. Yes, a kiss would work.

“I am very grateful that you decided to share your hideout with me. I feel honored,” you began, taking a step closer to the boy in front of you, “Is there anything I could do to show my appreciation?”.

Spider gulped at your question, one thing coming to mind. But, the boy only shook his head and shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m just happy to have spent tonight with you,” he replied.

Sappy motherfucker, you laughed to yourself, feeling yourself melt at how sweet Spider was being. You knew that he’d never force you to do anything that you didn’t want to do. Another thing that you loved about him. (Right after his face and muscles, of course.)

You hummed in response, inching closer as you did so. You could practically hear how fast Spider’s heart was beating against his chest, making you slightly smile at how you might be the cause of it.

“I think I have something in mind,” you trailed, straining your neck a bit to look up at the boy as you finally stood chest to chest. A few strands of Spider’s locs fell in front of his face and dangled besides yours, hand going out to tuck it behind one of his ears. The boys knees almost gave out at the movement, stomach twisting in knots and skin beginning to tingle from your gentle graze.

“And w-what could that b-be?” He stuttered, dark blush covering his cheeks. He felt his heart beat even faster as the seconds ticked by, if that was possible.

You smiled up at Spider, right hand coming to gently take his left one. “A kiss, perhaps?” You asked, not expecting him to agree right away.

“You…you w-want to…to k-kiss me?” He shakingly asked, the hand in yours intertwining his fingers between yours. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. That you suggested that you both kiss. He’s dreamt of kissing you ever since he saw the couple down his hall kiss when he was younger, Max yet again had to explain the action to him. Ever since he knew that he liked you. Since he knew that you’d be the only one for him as long as he breathed.

You nodded at his question, eyes falling from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. You also dreamt of kissing the boy. You wanted to ever since you saw an Earth movie from the twenty-first century where the two protagonists were lovers. You wanted to experience everything that the two lovers in the movies experienced with Spider. It was something you often caught yourself daydreaming about when you had nothing else better to do.

At your confirmation, Spider gently and delicately cupped your face in his warm and bigger hands, bringing you closer to his lips. There was a sliver of space between your lips and his, the teen boy waiting for something. Spider’s eyes searched yours for hesitancy and when he saw none and received another nod of your head, he pressed his plump lips against yours.

Your left hand went up to his waist to steady yourself, knees nearly giving out on the spot as your brain realized that this was actually happening.

Warmth was the only thing you felt from the kiss as well as adoration and care. You thought the whole fireworks thing was a bit silly whenever a character in a movie talked about it. But this, this was so much better than fireworks. You could feel how much Spider loved and cared for you through a single kiss. Could feel how nervous you made him through his shaky hands and rapid heartbeat. It was much better than fireworks. You felt loved and cared for through your shared kiss. You only hoped that Spider could feel the same things you did from the kiss as well.

The two of you stood there for who knows how long, kissing and pecking each others lips. You only broke away from the kiss two times to inhale more oxygen before you passed out. Spider meanwhile kissed all over your face as you did so, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin before slotting his lips against yours again once you filled your lungs with sweet oxygen.

A loud cough erupted from behind you, halting the both of you in your kiss. Fear and anxiety spikes through your system, eyes widening as you slowly turned around to see who caught you and Spider kissing face.

“I don’t want to know,” Max started, arms crossed against his chest as a sleepy expression painted his face, “Just, get to bed. Separately. And if anyone asks, I saw nothing, okay?”.

You swear you never ran to your room so fast in your life, giggling out into the quiet corridors of the lab with Spider trailing behind you. Yeah, sorry Max, but there was no way that either of you were going to bed in your respective rooms tonight. There was too much to talk about and catch up on.

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"wow I really cant speak huh? must be how pretty you look" with tasm! Peter parker

Peter knows he’s not exactly the epitome of suave and charming. He’s a little awkward, lanky and clumsy despite his choice of extracurricular, and May says he still leaves the house without his clothes matching or ironed most days. Still, he can’t help but want to talk to you, even when he trips over his words and makes a fool of himself every single time.

“Hey, can I sit?” He asks, voice too loud for the quiet library as he gestures towards the empty chair across from you. There are plenty of extra seats, open tables scattered all throughout the room, but you’re like a magnet, and every time Peter sees you, he can’t help but make his way over.

“Go ahead,” you respond in the appropriate volume, with a smile that makes your eyes shine as he sets his bag down, backpack thumping against the floor and causing all eyes to settle on him once again. He’s quick to pull out his own supplies as you turn back to your open textbook, highlighter gliding across the page every few minutes. Peter gets no work done, but he really can’t be blamed because how is he expected to focus when you’re so beautiful when you’re concentrating? Terrified of being caught staring, he turns back towards his blank page and scribbles some nonsense, hoping you don’t think he’s a complete weirdo.

He’s so focused on trying to look like he’s busy without actually doing anything that he doesn’t notice when you shut your textbook and slide it into your bag, and he nearly jumps out of his seat in shock when you lean forward to tap your knuckles against the table.

“Wanna grab lunch?” You ask, leaning across the table to keep your voice down but all Peter can focus on is how pretty your hair looks, illuminated from behind like an angel.

“Yeah, sure, that would be awesome,” he struggles to form any sort of concise or cohesive sentence, but you smile anyway, leaving him to miss your proximity as you straighten up and haul your backpack onto your shoulder.

It really is a beautiful day, and it seems like the entire city is in a good mood, celebrating the end of winter and the beginning of warm weather and sunshine. It won’t last long, and soon everyone will be angry and rude and hot and miserable, but for now, the weather is perfect and people smile as you walk past.

“I’m so ready for this semester to be over,” you say as you tilt your head upwards, like a flower seeking out the sun, and Peter’s so enamored he almost forgets to respond, until you sneak a glance out of the corner of your eye, your lips quirked up in a teasing smile, something less soft but no less beautiful than the smile he typically receives.

“Oh yeah, me too,” he manages to reply, your knuckles brushing against his as you swing your arms while you walk.

“Any big plans?” This time you tilt your head towards him, and the full force of your attention is almost too much, almost enough to make Peter’s heart stop and his brain shut down. He doesn’t trust his brain to create a full, coherent response, so he just shakes his head, smiling as you reply, “Me neither,” before he even gets the chance to ask.

The two of you stop by one of the many cheap takeout restaurants near the library, grabbing your food and finding a bench to enjoy the weather, keeping your head tilted up to the sun as if it’s truly magnetic, as if you don’t have a choice but to bloom. Peter tries his best to be a good conversationalist, but he’s got so many thoughts and feelings swirling through his brain that every time he looks at you, or can feel you looking at him, he’s unable to respond the way he wants to.

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh?” He asks rhetorically after stuttering over his words for what seems like the millionth time, “Must be how pretty you look.” He spares you a sideways glance, a little afraid to look at you fully, but he can’t help but grin when he sees your mouth open and close, silently attempting to form a response. He laughs and you follow suit, leaning against his side with the force of your giggles and sending him into a spiral all over again. You'd been on equal footing for a minute, but even as his heart pounds against his ribs and you straighten up again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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an-aspiration · 9 months

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Friends with benefits

Warnings: cursing, detailed smut,eating out, vaginal penetration, bully (ehh)

Summary: y/n has an attitude for anyone who tries her. She pretty much keeps to herself when she’s not with her two best friends. Carl is a victim of her mean tendencies. But he sees through the mean act and tries something with her. 2.5k words

“y/n!”

you turned around to the sound of your name.

“Y/n.. guess what ” ron breathlessly spoke.

“What? Did something bad happen?”

“No b-“

“then what?” you spat

“I was about to tell you.. there are some new people..”

New people? there hasn’t been new people in ages. You thought they stopped searching because of how dangerous it would be finding absolute strangers from the wild and bringing them inside the gates.

“Does Joan know?” Your older sister, Joan, was Deana’s “assistant” and practically made sure everything going through to Deana, went by her first.

“Yeah she’s with them right now. Come on.”

You and Ron hurried over to the main gate where the newcomers had arrived. The first thing you noticed when you got over there was the look of struggle they all had on their faces, like they’d been through hell, even Aaron.

You came up from behind the small crowd to face your sister.

“Oh! Y/n introduce yourself” she spoke

You introduced yourself by turning around to smile at the people, then leant into Joans ear and whispered “I thought we weren’t letting crazies in anymore” exponentially loud.

She gave a nervous smile and turned to you “Be nice. And you have to listen to me I am your older si-“

“Step. Step sister.” You hissed “But fine I will ‘present’ myself the way you want me to.”

You turned your body towards the crowd. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m just so happy to welcome you to your new home.”

In return you got a few smiles. One in particular caught your eye. A boy with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. You adjusted your sleeves nervously.

“Oh wow I see you’ve got a little one with you! We have plenty of resources like strollers, baby food, and some other things for her.” Joan exclaimed

You hadn’t even noticed the baby lying in the boys arms. Immediately star struck, you went over to them and waved. “Oh my gosh.. Hi whats her name?”

“Hi I’m Carl, her name is judith.” he said with a soft grin.

“Nice to meet you Carl.” You looked back down at judith “awh poor baby”

“what?” He said, furrowing his brow

“oh, nothing” you sighed. You walked back over to Joan to let her know you would catch up with her later then strolled back home, happy with your first impression.

The next day you found out it wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

You were laying in the grass with your two best friends, gigi and arashi. They were cutting pages out of magazines to tape on their bedroom walls while you wrote in your journal.

“Have you seen that new guy with the brown hair?” Gigi said

“Yess, I love his eyes oh my gosh.”

“Arashi you have a boyfriend” You laughed

“So.. I can’t like a guys eyes?” She rolled her eyes joining the laughter

“Whatever. But whats his name anyway?”

“It’s Carl” You replied

“I heard his last name is Grimes” Arashi said

“Hmmm thats even better than what I was imagining” you giggled

“You were imagining it?”

“Stopp! I didn’t mean it like that… well i was though”

You looked up and saw Ron walking past.

“Hey ron!” you said in between laughs

“Hey”

“Woah hold on come back. Why the cold shoulder? You busy or something?”

“No I’m not busy its just” He sighed walking back over to you “I’m good friends with Carl now and I don’t think he’d feel very appreciated if I was talking to you”

You were confused “What why?”

“He thinks you’re stuck up because you said something about judith or whatever I don’t know.. but I got to go” He continued walking away

Stuck up? where did he get that from? You were being so nice to him.

“Woww, what a jerk. I actually don’t like his eyes anymore”

“Hah yeah me either.” You scoffed

“Oh my god. oh my god” Gigi looked down

“What, What?”

“Don’t look now- Dont look at all actually, but Carl is about to walk past.”

“What!” you whispered sitting up

“Don’t make it obvious” Arashi stressed

Something sparked inside of you, deciding you didn’t just want to get walked all over on. So you looked back and stared him down.

“Ooh watch out guys, crazy coming through.” You scoffed. If looks could kill he’d be down right now by the way you were looking at him.

Arashi and Gigi played along and giggled. He gave a blank expression, avoiding eye contact and brushed his fingertips along his jacket.

“Girl you are so bad!” Gigi giggled once he was out of earshot.

Later that week everyone in Alexandria was invited to a party to welcome all the new people.

“y/n are you ready yet, we have to go” Joan yelled from downstairs “Gigi and Arashi are waiting outside”

You did another coat of mascara before replying “Yeah coming!”

You all walked over to Deanas house in the warm evening air. You four entered the house and were greeted with a joyous scene of laughter and mingling. You nervously cracked your knuckles looking around.

“Ooh guys look a snack table” Gigi exclaimed

you all departed from Joan disappearing into the kitchen and pilling snacks onto one big plate.

“This is always nice you know. These little gatherings always make my day better. Remember the fourth of July one last year?” Arashi rambled

“How could I forget, it was so fun. I wish we could have lit fireworks but we all know how that would have went.” You said

“Yeahh”

You turned away from the countertop to see if Joan was having fun but you were immediately bumped in the shoulder by Carl going past.

“Watch where you’re going Carl”

“pfft” he kept walking toward the table where Ron Mikey and Enid sat

“Ron is such a hypocrite” Gigi said

“Yeah whatever we weren’t even that close anyway though so I dont care”

A part of you felt bad, because you knew you were only doing this to feel some sort of control over the fact that those people gave you a scary feeling like they were gonna cause something bad. Sometimes you even felt short of breath thinking of what would happen if something did happen in Alexandria, but a part of you hoped that carl would be the one to save you in that situation. He could be kinda hot when he was angry.

But you felt creepy and weird thinking like that because you knew after all this he would only hate you, even if you couldn’t help it.

Later that week

“Hey” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Joan.

“Yeah you. Come help load some stuff in again. I’ll be at Deana’s but Carl will help you again this time.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I’m not, just be nice okay? I probably won’t be back for a few hours we have some discussion to take care of, Love you”

“Whatever. Love you too”

You groaned as you got up to greet the one and only Carl. You could hear him struggling downstairs with something heavy.

“Hey careful with that!” You stated upon realizing he was trying to haul a mini sofa in by himself.

“I’ve got it”

“Yeah, no you don’t.”

You took the other side and almost successfully got it into the living room before he dropped his end, causing you to drop yours and smashing your pinky toe.

“OW” you heaved lifting up your foot “LOOK WHAT YOU DID DUMBASS ITS PROBABLY BROKEN”

“SORRY” he scrambled over to the freezer to get an ice pack “HERE”

It helped a lot and the pain started tremendously going down but the swelling was still there.

“Christ I need to lie down”

“It’s not even that serious”

“I need to lie down!!” you sharply said

“Okay fine here” He went to your un-wounded side and clung on to you helping you up the stairs into your bedroom.

“Ughhh”

“Is it that bad?” he was confused

“Yes it’s that bad. You know why? Because you did it and I don’t like you.”

“Yeah how could I forget you’ve reminded me everyday I’ve been here about how much you apparently don’t like me”

“Apparently? trust me I one hundred percent dont like you. You said I was stuck up and now look what you’ve done. I could break your ugly face in!” You said standing up. You took the liberty to get close to him and take a swing to slap him.

Before you could hit him, he caught your wrist.

“You’re pathetic.” he said squinting

“I am not. Just because you got me there doesn’t mean anything.” you sat down and crossed your legs

“Not just that.” he said

“Not just that? yeah what else?”

he went silent.

“I read it.”

“Read what..?” you froze

“your journal. It was open and I read it. You dont cross your legs and bite your lip out of spite. it’s because you like me, and you hate yourself for it.”

“You read my journal..??!” Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “When did you-“

“Last time I was here, you bailed and it was just sitting on the counter- open. I wanted to know what your fucking problem was.”

“I don’t like you!”

“really? Because you wrote a lot of lewd things about me in there. listen to yourself, seriously. You spend so much time pretending to hate me because of one thing I said, that you don’t even consider what I really think about you.”

He pulled you by your wrist and kissed you, deep. You guys went on no more than twenty seconds. Once he pulled away you stood frozen in shock.

“If you ‘don’t like me’ why did you kiss me back?” he challenged

“fuck it” you pulled him in and kissed him running your hands over his neck and into his hair.

He bit your lip and you pulled back out of surprise.

“ow what the fuck” as you were distracted he pushed you slightly onto your bed. As he was leaning back in you grabbed a hold of his belt loop. He hummed through the kiss. He began giving pecks to your neck and collarbone while tugging on your shirt.

“Carl…”

he knew what you wanted.

“Can I?” He was referring to your shirt.

“Yes” you whispered

He motioned to put your arms up and he slid your t-shirt off. His eyes wandered, approving of your bra.

He continued on taking off his shirt, then your jean shorts leaving you almost nude. He brushed his fingers along the sides of your bra before reaching behind to unclasp it, tossing it to the side.

His attention went back to your eyes, and he paused. “god your beautiful”

you felt like you melted right there on the spot.

“I-“

He noticed your loss for words and just continued looking you in the eye while he slowly grazed his hand down from your chest to your panty. He slid it off in seconds and you felt the cold air hit you.

“Please”

“Please what?” he mocked

“please… um touch me”

As soon as those words left your mouth he brought his fingers down to your clit and started rubbing small circles. You began to moisten even more than you already were.

“Oh god”

“fuck your pent up aren’t you?”

you nodded “Just relax for me ,i’ll make it feel good.”

Everything he said was stimulating you in ways you didn’t even know were possible making your breath go short.

He went in and started planting kisses on your clit.

You exhaled as the pleasure built.

“open your legs a little wider”

as you spread he began to lick up and down your cunt.

“that feels so good” you whimpered

He pushed his tounge into you and when your breath got heavier he hummed in approval. You were getting closer and he could tell.

“are you gonna come?”

“God yes”

he fastened his pace and added his thumb back onto your clit.

“ yes yes yes..”

He kept going until he found the spot that made you grind against his face.

“Oh carl god..” You dissolved into the pleasure as your vision started fading to black. The orgasm shook you as he worked you through it.

Your breath slowed down and he sat back up.

“Wow.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”

“Yeah” you panted.

You pulled him in for a lazy kiss, still dazed from what he just did to you.

You noticed his breath deepening and noticed the bulge in his pants. You moved your hand down to start working on his belt and zipper. Once only in his boxers you took a deep breath to prepare as his dick sprung out. You started running your hands up and down getting a low groan from him.

“Are you sure?” he asked

“Yeah I am, are you?”

“Yeah”

He positioned himself in line with your slit. He slowly slid in until he was all the way in. He waiting a second before the expression on your face rested before beginning to slide in and out at a medium pace.

You were both stuck in a euphoric state.

“Fuck”

You ground into him with his thrust causing that pressured feeling to come back.

“Damn do that again”

You both began to move in unison. Moans and pants filled the dimly lit room. Your legs began to ache in the position you currently were in.

“I wanna be on top.”

“What?”

“Let me ride you please”

He paused before getting from on top of you and laying against the bed frame. You climbed on top of him and slid it back in immediately finding your rhythm. You dug your nails into his arms from the way this position made you feel absolutely filled.

“Your doing so good for me”

His praise made your walls clench around him, a sign you were getting close.

“I Mmm-“

“I know, me too” he said breathlessly

You continued straddling him back and forth at a fast pace. You moaned so loud he leant in to silence you with a kiss, sliding his tounge in.

He once again hit your good spot making you gasp and form and O with your mouth.

“Oh my god” You came undone for the second time with him coming soon after. You laid your head and arms on his shoulders catching your breath. He ran his fingers through your hair gently before lifting you up and resting your back on the bed.

“Are you leaving?”

He snickered “You’re so needy even when I just fucked you”

“Don’t be mean”

“I’m not leaving. I’m just getting my clothes back on, so i can go downstairs and get you something to eat before we continue bringing your stuff inside.” He smiled

“Oh okay hurry please”

“Yeah”

You shivered bringing your head down onto the mattress with a thump. Wow. You looked over and saw your clothes laying across the floor you went to pick them up and get dressed as well, since you probably only had about an hour until Joan would be back and you still had furniture laying around downstairs.

You wobbled downstairs to see Carl with two mugs with ramen. Your favorite.

“How did you know I like ramen?”

“Your journal”

“oh.. right” you giggled

Once Joan was back you were both laying on the couch snuggled up and asleep.

“Hey!” she clapped

“Oh! hey Joan”

“You guys uh tired?”

“Yeah we just- well we did a lot of heavy lifting”

“Oh yeah? That couldn’t have taken the full three hours. What else did you guys do? Thought you would’ve kicked him out hours ago”

“Oh you know we were just talking and stuff” Carl replied “I should probably get home but I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay”

While Joan wasn’t looking he gave you a quick kiss before heading out.

A/N!!!

Crazy? i was crazy once…

sigh. please request something and thanks for all the people who are reading I really appreciate you!! this was for the smut girlies I see you dw🩶

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inevesgf · 2 months

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PERFECT PAIR ⠀,⠀ arthurtv.

synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating arthurtv!

warnings: mentions of sex, gender neutral!reader.

authors note: went on a little roadtrip this weekend so i spent my time writing some highly requested headcanons for arthur! i have a lot of inspiration to write so hopefully this week i can push out two posts instead of the usual one. xx

• clingy boyfriend energy, but at its finest. just loves to be around you — especially in your arms. hence this, his love language is physical touch with quality time sprinkled in there.

• he loves to watch movies with you. will show you his favorite movies and make you pay attention to every little detail and explain when you miss important things, but you love it anyways.

• loves to take you out on date nights! arthur is one for little adventures so he prefers to do an escape room, go on a hike, etc than stay in or have a fancy dinner.

• is actually the type of person to message you “are you busy this weekend?” and when you say no, he sends you screenshots of plane or train tickets to a weekend getaway as a surprise.

• all about living in the moment — i feel like arthur definitely would take candid photos of you which his camera roll is FULL of. he cherishes these memories more than anything.

• and of course, in return, you also take plenty of a photos of him. i’m sure both of you have folders in your camera roll only dedicated to photos of each other.

• shared playlist that you both cherish soo dearly. definitely filled with songs by the 1975, hozier and lorde — he probably stole most of your music taste from this playlist.

• because of your similar music taste, he also likes to book spontaneous concert tickets once an artist you like is performing near you. he will dance and sing with you in the crowd like you two are the only people on earth.

• he’ll play the playlist loudly in the car with you and you both will sing aloud to every song at the top of your lungs.

• will definitely drive to the beach or stop driving when it’s raining just to crank up the radio and dance in the sand or in the rain with you.

• loves to be near you in anyway. is addicted to you sitting on his lap, minding your own business, while he edits or works on things he needs to.

• big spoon though he doesn’t mind being the little spoon when he hasn’t had the best day. but prefers you to lay your head on his chest and play with your hair.

• loves to hug your from behind while you’re preparing food, etc. he shoves his head into the crook of your neck and sways back and forth as he leaves little kisses on the back of your neck.

• pda does happen between you two, but it’s never anything excessive. arthur will hold your hand while you two are walking and snake his arm around your shoulder or waist when you two are standing around.

• pda does increase when he is drunk though. i imagine you having to pick him up after doing platform roulette with arthur and george — he’s just so exhausted that all he wants to do is lay on you and sleep and pepper your face in hundreds of kisses.

• i have a feeling arthur definitely caught feelings first. maybe you two had mutual friends and you’d see each other at get togethers and parties — everyone would try and convince him to say something but all he could do was look at you in awe because he was so nervous.

• big friends to lovers vibes where he becomes less shy overtime and finally starts to flirt with you — to the best of his ability that is.

• “you’re cute.” “what?” “i said you uhhh look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t make any sense…?”

• eventually, with the help of some liquid courage, he’d confess to you without directly saying that he fancies you.

• “that sounds like you’re flirting with me, mr tv.” “i have been for MONTHS now.” “well you’re not that good at it — but it worked.”

• your first kiss was definitely you trying to make him shut up by interrupting him with one. he would be absolutely shocked, but kisses back because it’s something he’s been wanting for awhile.

• all your friends joke that you wear the pants in the relationship even though you feel like it is mutually shared.

• in the bedroom though, that is, arthur usually likes you to be the more dominant one which you happily oblige too.

• he likes you on top of him, letting your fingers tangle in the back of his hair and pulling on it slightly.

• he allows you to leave hickeys on his neck and collarbones of which he doesn’t cover up. he doesn’t show them off, but likes having them on him as a token of your love.

• talks to his friends about you, especially when he’s drunk and extra in awe of you. he talks about how happy you make him and your little adventures that you go on — it’s sure to make george and chris a little jealous that he is so lucky to have someone like you.

• black cat boyfriend all the way. introverted and intuitive, but lets loose around you and his close friends.

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jaeyunverse · 7 months

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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genres: fluff, academic rivals to lovers, private boarding school au (??)

wc: 2488

warnings: profanity, reader is sick

summary: the last thing you needed before your midterm was to fall ill. thankfully, nishimura riki was there to make sure you were okay.

note: this was supposed to be small i have no idea what happened i’m sorry if it seems to drag on forever rip. also the title has no connection to the content of the fic i just used it bc i suck at thinking of something that actually fits the story!

You may have been a little disoriented and on the verge of falling asleep, but you still felt the presence of someone standing over you.

“Go away, Nishimura,” you said, burying your face deeper in your arms. School was about to start in a few minutes and you were slumped over your desk, the hood of your jacket pulled over your head.

The only reason you knew it was Riki was because you didn’t really have any friends that would come to check up on you. Sure, you talked to a lot of people in your grade, but there wasn’t anyone you could turn to in an hour of need.

Studying all the time to maintain your scholarship never left you much time to socialise.

“Didn’t sleep last night?” he popped. You sighed weakly and tried to tune out his incessant blabbering. “You shouldn’t try so hard, Y/N. I thought after all this time you’d have realised it’s impossible to beat me.”

You would have snapped at him for being so cocky if it weren’t for the fact that he was right. No matter how much work you put into your academics, you could never seem to surpass the boy.

You weren’t one to give up, though. The more you failed, the more you tried. The more you improved. You’d received the same percentage as him in the last midterm—you were hopeful about finally outperforming him in this one.

If only you weren’t sick.

It seemed your long studying hours, lack of sleep and personal neglect had finally caught up to you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten a proper meal.

You’d been determined to go through everything again as many times as you could, and that had somehow snowballed into you staying awake for over 36 hours with a fever of over 100°F.

None of this would have happened if you had your mom to force you to take a break. You supposed an unhealthy lifestyle was one of the downsides of attending a boarding school.

It was fine, though. The next exam wasn’t for a week, so you could sleep for several hours and take plenty of time to recover after you were done with today’s test.

“Please go away,” you muttered, clenching your eyes shut against the sharp stab of pain that shot through your head. Fuck, this was the last thing you needed right now.

There was a pause for a moment. Then, you heard the sound of a chair being dragged closer and Riki sitting down right next to you.

He leaned closer to your face so he could examine it and asked, “Are you ill?”

You couldn’t even muster the energy to give him an answer. You just wanted him to leave you alone so you could pull yourself together before the bell rang.

Obviously, he did the exact opposite. He lifted your hood a little bit and placed the back of his hand on your cheek, causing you to shiver at the cold contact.

“You’re burning up, Y/N!” he exclaimed and withdrew his arm. “We need to get you to the medical wing right now!”

You ignored him.

Riki shrugged his blazer off and dropped it over your shoulders, enveloping your body in some much needed warmth.

“Can you get up by yourself?”

Again, if speaking hadn’t been proving to be such a difficult task, you would have pointed out how stupid he was for asking you that right after weighing you down with his heavy blazer.

It didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t leaving the classroom before you turned in your answer paper.

Riki interpreted your lack of response as a cry for help. He grabbed the back of your seat with a hand and pulled you away from your desk.

You yelped at the sudden movement, but he snaked an arm around your waist before you could topple and hauled you up.

“I don’t need your help,” you managed to croak as he slung your arm around his neck for better support. “Leave me alone, Riki. I’m fine.”

“You have a fever, Y/N,” Riki said, finally getting a good look at your face. Maybe it was because your gaze was foggy, but you could see concern and worry etching his features. “You look half dead.”

You sighed and let your head loll forward. “It’s fine.”

The next thing he spoke wasn’t directed at you, but at the teacher who had just walked through the door to supervise the test.

“Y/N’s sick, Mrs. Lee,” Riki informed. “Is it okay if I take her to the nurse?”

“Oh—certainly,” she sputtered, clearly caught off guard. Hurrying towards you, she checked your temperature and you heard a quiet gasp leave her mouth. “She’s burning up. We need to get her some medical attention immediately.”

“I’m okay, Mrs. Lee.” You lifted your head and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll visit her after the exam.”

Your teacher only stared at you incredulously. Then, she commanded Riki, “Let’s move. I’ll call for a substitute supervisor.”

Before you could protest again, he said, “It’s fine if you don’t accompany me, ma’am. I can manage on my own.”

“No—”

“The bell will ring in a minute. You won’t be able to find someone so soon and the others won’t receive their question papers on time. Really, I can do this by myself.”

Mrs. Lee appeared conflicted, but she seemed to find some sense in his words. He was the star student—she could trust him with you. “Okay. Just keep me updated.”

And then Riki was helping you out of class and to the medical wing. Since he was so tall, your arm was stretched up to find support on his shoulders.

The blazer kept slipping off, and the boy decided enough was enough after the third time he had to stop and tug it back on you.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “Hey.”

You opened your eyes and glanced at him weakly. “There?”

“Not yet. I’m gonna let go of you for a minute. Lean on the wall, okay?”

You gave him a small nod and did as you were told once Riki took his blazer off you. Lifting your arm, he slid it into the sleeve. Then, he pulled you closer so your back wasn’t resting against the wall anymore and brought the piece of clothing on your other side.

He was pretty much caging you with his figure now, and despite yourself, you found that his embrace was much more comfortable than his blazer. Somehow, his presence made you feel ten times better.

“Okay, let’s go,” he announced, gripping your waist and slinging your arm around his neck again. But this time, he intertwined the fingers of his free hand with yours.

The sudden increase in the pace of your heart and the heat rushing to your face were definitely side effects of whatever was wrong with your body.

“Why are you helping me?” you rasped. Great, your throat was itching too now.

Riki frowned at you. “Huh?”

“I could not have been clearer, Nishimura.”

“I wasn’t talking about the question.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Your tone surprised me. You sounded oddly suspicious.”

“Oddly? Given our history, I think my reaction is completely normal.” You shouldn’t have been tiring yourself out by conversing with him, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious.

“What history?” Riki inquired, looking confused as well. “I thought we were friends.”

You reached the medical wing before you could reply. The nurse noticed you and smiled at the student she was checking on before rushing towards you.

“She has a high fever,” Riki said before she could ask. “It’s accompanied by a headache and overall weakness, I think.”

The nurse’s eyebrows furrowed as she led the two of you towards a bed. “Yeah, we’ve been getting a lot of that recently with the exams coming up. Are you getting enough sleep? Eating food regularly?”

“Uh…” You winced. “Sure.”

She gave you a knowing look and came to a stop. “Lie down here. I’ll go get the thermometer and blood pressure machine. Get your story straight by the time I come back.”

Riki helped you get on the bed and took a seat on the chair beside you. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

All you did was stare at the ceiling.

“You’re supposed to take care of yourself, Y/N!” he scolded. “When was the last time you slept? I don’t even see you in the cafeteria anymore. Is packaged food all you’ve been eating these days—”

“Why do you care, Riki?” you asked him again, finally averting your gaze to meet his.

He fell silent. Then, he muttered in defeat, “I just do.”

“Thanks for bringing her here, but you need to go back to class, Mr. Nishimura. I need to treat my patient.” To no one’s surprise, the nurse knew his name. Everyone did. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll wait.”

“You have an exam in progress.”

“I’ll give the retest with Y/N.”

“She has a valid reason to be here. You don’t.”

“But—”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Riki glanced at you in despair before giving in. “Fine. I’ll see you in three hours, Y/N.”

You awkwardly nodded at him in acknowledgement. Why was he suddenly so concerned about you? All he’d done the past few years was be a complete pain in your ass.

Weird.

Your head was no longer throbbing when you regained consciousness.

It didn’t feel like you had the fever anymore, though you still felt weak and wanted to lie in bed forever.

Rubbing the gunk out of your eyes, you pushed yourself up and groggily looked around. The medical wing’s lighting had been dimmed, so you reckoned that night had already fallen.

Sure enough, when you glanced out of the window, the full moon was staring back at you.

Then you noticed an unmoving figure seated by your bed—Riki.

His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was slumped forward. His ruffled hair was hiding his face, but it was obvious he was sleeping.

Blinking in surprise, you debated whether or not to wake him up. You knew he’d fallen asleep in that uncomfortable position while waiting for you to come around, but waking him up didn’t seem right either.

Thankfully, you were spared from making the decision. He leaned forward in his sleep and your hand shot out to prevent him from toppling over.

He looked so lost when he jerked awake that you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

“You’re awake!” Riki exclaimed upon catching sight of your sitting figure. “How do you feel?”

“Rested,” you admitted. “I don’t think I have a fever anymore.”

The boy placed the back of his hand against your throat and confirmed it. “You don’t.”

“How many hours was I out for?” you inquired, frowning at the darkness outside the window.

“Hours?” Riki laughed. “You were out for days. We came here yesterday morning and it’ll be midnight soon now.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh, fuck. I have to study.”

“What the hell, Y/N? Have you learned nothing?” he demanded, glaring at you.

“I haven’t,” you said and kicked the heavy blankets off of you. “Which is why I need to study. I need to prepare for the retest too.”

Riki rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah, well—” you began, slipping your feet in your school shoes and tying your unbound hair in a high ponytail. “Doesn’t matter.”

Getting up from the chair, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “You might wanna eat something first.”

“I’m stocked up on instant noodles.” You brushed the stray strands away from your face and stared at him. “I’ll make some when I get back to my dorm.”

The moonlight filtering through the high windows was illuminating his face. Even with exhaustion weighing him down, he looked as good as ever.

Riki had stayed the entire time. Lectures had been suspended till the end of midterms, and judging by the empty sandwich boxes you could spy inside your bedside trash can, he hadn’t even left your side long enough to eat at the canteen tables.

You’d found him sleeping in that uncomfortable position today; there was a good chance he’d spent the previous night here too.

Hesitating a bit, you added, “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. Haerin will be there too.”

The least you could do to thank him was invite him for a meal, albeit it wasn’t anything cooked on a stove.

“No.”

You hadn’t realised you were hoping he would say yes until he turned you down. But before the disappointment could plague you further, he continued,

“I’m not letting you eat packaged food again. Especially not when you haven’t even recovered fully. We’re going to raid the school kitchen and you’re going to eat an actual meal. I’ll even cook you something if there aren’t any leftovers from dinner to heat.”

“That’s very considerate of you, but we aren’t allowed to leave our rooms after 10,” you pointed out. “And we certainly aren’t allowed to access the kitchen.”

Riki grinned. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can pull some strings and get us what we want.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you realised what he meant not even a moment later—your school’s head chef was his father’s close friend. That had to give him some perks.

“Mr. Kim told me to not hesitate to drop by if I was hungry. I never took him up on the offer, but I guess right now is as good a time as any.”

“What if we get caught?” you asked, still not sure about his plan.

Pushing past you, Riki began walking towards the door. “I never knew you to be such a goody two shoes, Y/N.”

You scowled and jogged up to him. “I literally just invited you to my dorm despite the strict rules. Besides, not all of us have connections to get out of trouble, Nishimura.”

“I’m your connection.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Kill yourself.”

“You look cute in my blazer.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately looked away to hide the embarrassment beginning to colour your face a hot red. “Since when did start you flirting with me?”

“Since October. Thanks for finally noticing.”

“You’re a horrible flirter if your idea of the word is to be a huge pain in the ass.”

He hummed, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “It seems I have a lot to learn.”

Finally mustering the courage to look at him, you said with a small smile, “Need help?”

Riki’s answering grin was blinding and full of joy. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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sturniozo · 4 months

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Savage Love Part Seven

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

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“It was nice, he was a gentleman, I think I’m his girlfriend now, and-“

“Woah woah woah.” Emma interrupts me. “You’re his girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, actually I think he believed Ive been his girlfriend for a while.” I laugh softly.

“How? Why?”

“I’m not sure, this is confusing to me too.”

“I bet it has something to do with what happened that night. Did you find anything out?”

“No, he doesn’t talk much. He mostly asked me questions about my life and interests, and dodged almost all of my questions about him.”

“Did you learn anything new?”

“He’s too indecisive to pick a favorite color.” I laugh. “But honestly no, he’s too reserved. I did find out he lives with his brothers somewhere in New York. Somewhere close to the restaurant we ate at. His brother called him and asked him when he’d be home near the end of the night, and Matt told him it would only be around 10 minutes.”

“Well that’s something.” Emma says and she looks through the notes. “But so far, what we have is close to nothing!”

I sigh. “I know. But I still have almost three weeks left, that’s plenty of time to find more.”

“I guess. But with the rate you’re going I don’t think you’ll get actual confirmation on his status in the Mafia by the end of your deadline.”

I groan and lean back on the bed. “I don’t know what to do.”

Emma lays down next to me. “I can tell you what I would do.”

I turn to her. “What’s that?”

“Party.” She smiles and gets up from the bed. She walks to her closet and starts digging around the clothes while I sit up.

“Isn’t partying what got me into this situation in the first place?” I laugh.

“Don’t drink so much this time.” Emma replies and throws me clothes from her closet. “Put that on.” She tells me and goes back to digging through her closet.

“I can’t party.”

Emma laughs. “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel like it. I don’t enjoy it.”

“You don’t enjoy anything!” She whines. She looks at me with a pout. “Come on, please?”

I sigh. “Fine whatever. Where are we going?”

Emma looks at me with a bright smile. “Baxter’s new club on third.”

“That was all gibberish to me.” I laugh.

“Just put that outfit on and let’s go!”

I get up from the bed, picking up the outfit and raising my hands in defeat. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” I say as I walk to the bathroom.

I get dressed in the outfit, fishnets and short black shorts, with a white tank top. I walk out of the bathroom and look at Emma.

“God you’re gorgeous.” She says. “I’m almost jealous of Matt.” She giggles and walks to the bathroom to get dressed herself. She comes back out a moment later in a short tight black dress that has an open back.

“Trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of.” I say as I see her in her dress. Emma has always been the pretty one. Whenever we went out together guys would pay more attention to her, even in high school the guys flocked to her. I was just her little friend that had nothing compared to her.

Emma smiles at me and grabs my hand. She quickly pulls me out of the room and to the front room of her penthouse. We put on our shoes, her in heels and I in platform combat boots, and then she rushes me out the door and to the elevator.

Once we arrive at the club Emma has chosen for tonight’s endeavor, she pulls me through the crown of people to the front of the line.

“Emma Hastings plus guest.” She says to the bouncer. He glances at the list and then steps to the side to let us in.

You might find it surprising how often Emma can just get into clubs and bars, but that’s how it’s been for years. Emma has multiple fake IDs, some she made for me without me knowing though I don’t use them. She knows all the club owners and party hosts in New York, and a big part of her job as a journalist involves her in these clubs, mingling with VIPS. So she became a VIP herself.

No ones caught on to Emma’s act though, some have had suspicions, but nothing that can be proven. Emma, like me, publishes her articles under a pseudonym. A false name that takes the blame for all of the secrets Emma has shared with the world.

Some might think it would be easy to figure out it’s her spilling all these secrets, but Emma can cover her tracks well. And no one really reads our paper. That’s the bigger part of it I guess.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Emma shouts over the loud music and talking drunk people. Suddenly I’m yanked by her through the people to the bar.

“Please, I don’t want to drink tonight!” I say to her but she waves me off.

“Two rum and cokes.” She says to the bartender. I shake my head.

“I’m not drinking!” I say to her again. She brushes me off and hands me the drink.

“You’ll feel better if you drink!” She shouts.

“I don’t need to feel better.” I set the drink down on the bar. I turn to walk away and try to weave my way through all the people to find something to eat. Clubs like this always have some type of snack or appetizer.

People dancing around gets slimmer and slimmer as I make my way to a different room. It’s more well lit with a red shaded light. I finally am able to walk freely and find a person carrying a platter of veggie wraps.

I immediately grab a few to eat and smile at the girl holding the tray. I remember when I was in high school I had a job much like hers, serving appetizers on platters at party’s. Although, the parties I worked for were private parties.

I take a bit of a veggie wrap when I feel a hand snake around my waist. I jump and turn to see Matt

“What are doing here?” I ask him.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He says and wraps his arm around my waist. “What are you doing at this party?”

“I asked first.”

Matt laughs. “What are you, 10?”

I groan and stare at the last veggie wrap in my hand. “My friend dragged me here.” I tell him and then I take a bit of my veggie wrap.

“Ah, well, let’s get you out of here and get you something more filling to eat, yeah doll?” He says and begins to lead me away.

“You didn’t say why you’re here.” I say and he laughs again.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, I’m not cheating on you.”

I look at him in shock. “I didn’t think that at all, why would you say something like that?”

Matt just chuckles. “I’m here on business not pleasure, babydoll. I know the club owner, and he owed me something I came to collect on. I just saw you here in the red room and wondered what you were here for. I didn’t think this was your idea of a good time.”

“It’s not.” I reply. “What did the club owner owe you?”

“Just something I paid for.” Matt shrugged and led me to the back door of the club.

“I can’t leave without telling Emma, she’ll be concerned if she can’t find me.” I look back at the dancing people.

“Just text her, I’m not letting you stay in that place. That club is famous for the amount of older men praying on younger girls there are there.” Matt says in a deep tone.

“That’s probably why Emma comes here a lot.” I mumble to myself.

“What did you say, doll?” Matt asks as he looks at me.

“Just Emma, I don’t want to leave without telling her.”

“Just text her, come on, you’re coming home with me.” Matt leads me out the back door and to his car that’s waiting in the alley.

“Home with you? To your house?” I ask as Matt opens the passenger side door for me.

“Yeah, doll. I thought you were asking to come home with me the other night. Didn’t you want to spend a day with me?” Matt gets into the drivers side.

“You said you couldn’t have me around while you were busy.”

“I’m not too busy tomorrow, and you just look so good right now. Unless you want me to dump you at your apartment, you’re coming home with me. Trust me, it’ll be a lot better in my double queen bed with silk sheets then in your bookstore apartment that that looks like it’s one windy day away from blowing to the ground.” Matt laughs to himself as he starts his car.

“Hey, don’t diss my apartment.” I laugh. “I know it’s not the best, but I love my little place. And I love the bookstore.”

“I’ll buy you a fucking library. You living there is a liability. You could get seriously hurt there. You could fall through the floor boards or cut yourself on a loose nail-“

Matt pulls out of the alley and starts driving to his house.

“But that’s my favorite bookstore.”

“You don’t need to live there. I’ll take you back wherever you want to buy books, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Matt-“

“You need a new place.”

“Matt-“

“Im serious.”

“MATT!” I shout to get his attention. He just stays silent. “I like my place, what is this about?”

“Nothing, like I said, it’s a hazard.”

“I’ve never been hurt there. The worst thing that’s happened was a paper cut from a book.”

“Just… don’t stay at that apartment for a while.”

“What, why?” I ask and Matt stays silent. “Matt, why?” I ask more seriously. Again, no answer. “Matt, answer me, why not?”

“I shouldn’t have ever taken you out in public.” He mumbles.

“Matt, what are you talking about!” I ask, starting to shake and my hands get sweaty.

“I’m too fucking dangerous for you to be around.”

“Matt, tell me what you mean by that.”

“That fucking picture-“

“Picture?”

“The one that pap took.”

“Pap?”

“Just stay at my place for a few days, okay? I’m gonna get someone to scope out your apartment and-“

“Matt stop! Why do you need someone to scope out my apartment.”

“I told you I had enemies y/n. Enemies that would think of you as a way to get to me, and they’re right.”

“Matt you’re scaring me.”

“I’m gonna keep you safe, I promise.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I’m taking you to my place, you’ll be safe there, I promise.”

“How long before you were going to tell me about this?” I ask.

“I didn’t know for sure if someone had found out about you yet, I still don’t. I’m just taking precautions until we figure out if someone is watching you.”

“Why would someone be watching me?”

“I told you, I have-“

“Why would someone need to get to you through me? Who would do something like that?” I ask. Matt stays silent, clenching his jaw tightly and he drives up a long drive way.

“We’re here.” He says, finally breaking the silence. He parks the car in the huge driveway in front of the mansion. My jaw drops and I gasp and the large, beautiful home in front of me.

“You live here?” I ask in amazement.

“Doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to stay with me, now does it?” Matt says as he opens his car door and makes his way around the car to open my side door as well. I step out but keep my eyes on the mansion.

“This is beautiful.” I say softly. Matt smiles and begins to lead me inside.

“I live with my brothers, the ones I told you about. They’re not home for a few days, they’re running a few errands in LA. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Matt opens the large front door for me and I gasp again at the beautiful entryway.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour.” Matt says and begins to lead be around the home.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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If you're currently taking requests, can you please do yandere dorm leaders + Jamil with a demigod reader like from Percy Jackson the readers godly parent can be your choice. If you're not currently taking requests feel free to ignore this

Percy Jackson Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Child of one of the big three, water bends to your will. And in the oddest moments, your father gives his two senses. Nonetheless, your power earns you a lot of respect and a lot of scorn from the average student. Of course, those interested don’t mind all that much until your powers seem to be an obstacle to your love for them:

Malleus Draconia

“I see. Your mastery of the sea is impressive. I wonder if we spar who would fare best?”

He wants to engage with your power because it gets him an excuse to take your time

This also helps him gauge your power against his own

He doesn’t cease his repeated sniping of people that hang around you

Even if you actually challenge him seriously

He thinks you’re just the cutest

“Fine, my love. If you wish to challenge me let's have a wager. If you win I’ll stop my…warnings. But if I win you will forfeit all rights to speak to others. This is more than fair.”

Idia Shroud

“I feel we’re connected in some odd way…”

“Yeah….”

“Do you want to play COD?”

There’s a weird synergy that has you both respecting one another

He thinks its cool how you can heal up with magic

But his excuse for prying creepily into your privacy+ is justified by his constant experimentation to measure your powers

“W-what this camera? Ha, it’s only to track what you’d do in such a harrowing situation! I-it w-wasn’t b-because your wearing j-just a white shirt.”

Jamil Viper

“You’re a lot like Kalim, I’m sure your just as susceptible.”

“...I uh…get the feeling you’re capable of something…manipulative.”

“Wow, how insightful.”

Your dear old dad is probably the only help your getting with him

He’s often finding himself befriending you

Despite being caught trying to hypnotize you

He makes a point to use his usual tactic to leave you alone

With plenty of time to come and hang out with him

“Scarabia’s the perfect setting, not a whole lot of water for their father to stay anything.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Yay! Twinsies!”

He’s so happy that you have an affinity for water just like him

He can’t make weapons like you do or heal yourself with it

But he thinks it's pretty cool

It's even cooler that you get really cuddly weak if you stay in Scarabia long enough

“Awww why don’t you stay! I promise I’ll bring the water as soon as we finish our carpet ride!”

Vil Schoenheit

“I doubt that. If you really were the child of Poseidon I doubt he’d let you walk around with skin as dehydrated as yours.”

“Gee thanks, Vil.”

“Yup that’s what I’m here for.”

He knows he’d never be able to overpower you

But he’s not all that hurt

Where you can pride yourself on your strength it doesn’t do anything against his finesse and intellect

Which he prefers

because what power couple doesn’t complement one another with their flaws and strengths

And while you may be willing to entertain these invasive welps bold suitors

He’s not so lenient

“Where you wish to merely scare them off, I wish to punish them. It’s only a given that we mirror one another, in the method.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Join Savvannaclaw, you herbivore. You still have some evolving you can do.”

Strong mates are always fought for in life

And to make his mark he has to sand fight off the competition

The next part will be winning your heart or successfully taming you

Just give him time, he’ll make it happen

One way or another

“Ha let’s exercise I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“With your kind of power…you could overthrow the entire empire within the coral sea!”

“Uh, I guess.”

“You guess? (Y/n), we could bring all of those who laughed at me to their knees. Metaphorically speaking.”

“They…bullied you?”

“...”

“Aww Azul…”

“S-shut up! Let’s just put them all in their place beneath you”

He loves you immensely

And while he may seem that he’s always aiming to slip you into a contract for ‘sea conquering’

He’s after something more

He’s after you

His pearl, his angelfish, he wants to be your plus one as you right the world

“Ho ho what a predicament. Why don’t we negotiate the subject of payment, after the broken china incident with Grim, we wouldn’t want you to fall into debt.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“I hardly believe your dyslexia is attributed to such a trait.”

“Bet. Write something in Greek I can do it.”

“...I stand corrected.”

“Ha see?!”

“Nonetheless you’re in desperate need of my studying prowess. Come to Heartslabyul.”

He is enamored by you

The powers and heritage just add another layer

But he finds you are lacking for someone so kind

Or rather that you don’t have conviction

In your studies or in your boundaries

You don’t need to worry he’ll do that for you

Collaring anyone who gives threatening looks and any look in general

“Off with your head! I decree that you will be punished for the breaking of the Queen’s law: that no one touches the Ramshackle prefect but you’re queen!”

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Holding Hands (Flufftober 2023 Day 6)

Pairing: kei “tsukki” tsukishima x female reader

WC: 906

Warnings: none

Summary: just a short and sweet scenario involving tsukki holding your hand

Note: there’s nothing really to add, no thoughts only tsukki

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Kei Tsukishima has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You, him, and Tadashi Yamaguchi were practically inseparable growing up. So it came as no surprise to you when you started developing feelings towards Tsukki.

Being with the bespectacled boy was second nature to you despite his cold and calculating personality. What surprised you was how he reciprocated your feelings, having actually been the one to confess to you during your last year of middle school.

You accepted happily and thus began your relationship, which might not seem like your typical relationship to outsiders. He still teased you like he would anyone else, but don’t worry, you always served it right back to him.

To be completely honest, with the way you two acted, most people didn’t even know you were together.

And it’s not like you guys were keeping it a secret either, you were both just too lazy to “announce” it to the world. You both knew you were dating and that’s all that mattered.

Tadashi knew of course, and he was ecstatic for you both. In fact, he’s the one who would talk about it more than you and Tsukki did- always suggesting date ideas that he would inevitably tag along. It was kind of endearing.

You all were now in your first year of high school and you were a manager in training like Yachi for the Karasuno volleyball team.

“Hurry up! We’re going to be late for school!” You exclaimed to Tsukki as you both walked to school with Tadashi.

“Calm down, (Y/n/n). We still have plenty of time,” Tadashi reminded you, “What are you in such a hurry for anyways?”

“She’s just anxious about that test today. But it’s not like getting there early is going to make it happen any faster,” Tsukki rolled his eyes. Tadashi nodded in understanding.

“If we get there early, then I can go over those flashcards one more time,” You said like it was obvious.

“But you’ve been studying crazy hard this entire week!” Tadashi protested, “I’m sure you know everything by now.”

Before you could reply, Tsukki spoke up, “He’s right, you’ve done nothing but stress about it. I mean, you’ve hardly slept. Which is why I’m not letting you touch those cards when we get to class. Let someone who actually needs them use them, like Tadashi.”

“Hey!” Tadashi snapped.

“Are you trying to inhibit my academic career?” You argued.

“I’m prioritizing your mental health,” He countered.

It was then that you felt Tsukki slip his hand into yours as he tugged you closer to him, the both of you coming to a stop.

“Look at me,” Tsukki stared hard at you and reached out with his free hand to flick your forehead, “You’re going to do fine on this test. You’re smart. Stop worrying so much.”

You looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, he looked completely serious as if daring you to argue with him about it. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself nodding along, a determined smile making its way onto your face.

“You’re right,” You said.

“I know I am,” Tsukki replied, continuing to walk once more, this time with your hands interlocked.

Your smile grew, feeling a little lighter now thanks to Tsukki’s words of encouragement.

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School and volleyball practice passed fairly quickly, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You were ready to go home.

Tsukki must’ve been feeling particularly touchy-feely today because the minute you both stepped out of the gym he laced his fingers with yours as you walked to the corner store for a snack. It made your heart flutter because typically it was you who initiated contact.

“Hey guys- AH! Tsukki and (Y/n) are holding hands!” Hinata yelled when you caught up with the team at the corner store, pointing at your laced fingers. He bounded over and circled you two once, studying you both curiously.

“Well duh, they’re dating,” Tadashi explained with a knowing smile on his face.

“What?!” Came the chorus of exclamations from your friends.

“For how long?” Kageyama demanded with a suspicious squint, annoyed that Tsukki of all people somehow managed to get a girlfriend.

“Our one year anniversary is actually next week,” You smiled sweetly, giving Tsukki’s hand a squeeze.

“But… you’re so nice,” Hinata came to stand in front of you again, looking at you like you’ve grown an extra head as he scrunched his nose, “Why are you dating Tsukki?”

You offered a one-sided shrug, “Because I like him and he makes me happy. Why else?”

“How? He says super mean things, like, all the time and-” Hinata suddenly started cowering, being cut off by Tsukki’s glare and menacing aura.

“Like I said, he makes me happy,” You repeated, stepping closer to Tsukki and leaning into his side. He seemed to relax a little at your reassurance.

“Yeah, no, I’m not buying it,” Tanaka shook his head and crossed his arms, “Blink twice if you’re being forced into this relationsh- ow!”

He rubbed the spot on his head that had been harshly smacked by Daichi.

“We’re happy for you guys, really,” The captain said with a comforting smile of his own.

You grinned back and after a little more chatting you, Tsukki, and Tadashi departed from the group to head home, with Tsukki’s hand snuggly fit into your own like the most perfect puzzle piece.

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fandangotales · 2 years

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500 Followers Event, figured I would do it right out the gate so I didn't forget lol. Also, be aware this is lengthy and I am so sorry for it.

How do you think the characters (Jean, Ningguang, and Sara) would react to a reader who listens to crime and history stories while playing, in particular crime cases such as Jack the Ripper, history stories such as the South Sea bubble and the Depression, and war stories such as the American Civil war or stories from the world wars?

How would Jean react to hearing about the devil of Whitechapel who paralyzed London and was never caught? What would she think of a world where monsters like Jack roam while her god is defenseless.

How would Ningguang react to the first financial crash in history...and the fact that so many people actually fell for it?

How would she feel knowing about just how often our world has financial crashes and just how many troublers it has with currency, and more importantly how would she feel knowing that such times could engulf the world while her God calls it home?

How would Sara react to the bloody and horrible nature of our conflicts, because while Inazuma's civil war may have been bad, I feel that it utterly pales in comparison to the sheer devastation and madness that was America staining itself red.

How would the ever loyal general feel knowing just how devastating and horrific the wars of our world can be, and just how plentiful they are? How would she feel knowing that her creator could be caught in one such conflict with none of them there to protect them?

I intend to do something like this where the Acolytes get tormented with gruesome facts and stories by a child reader who is a history buff and decides to tell them some of the tales about our world...and promptly gives all of them nightmares in the process lol.

I hope to get on the idea...sometime this or next year because I have a few other projects I am working on and I know just how badly I tend to procrastinate.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this ask, if you don't want to do it that is okay. Here is hoping I did everything right in regards to the rules in regards to this ask, but regardless have a great day and stay safe.

If you do end up writing that, I’d love to be tagged so that I can read it. Also, please don’t worry about your ask being troublesome, I’m honored to be getting an ask from one of my favorite SAGAU writers! Keep up the good work on your writing, I always love reading your posts! <3

Honestly, considering the way Teyvat works in regards to safety, and wars… I think it’s fair to say that many, if not all of the people there would be shocked by what life is like on Earth.

For example, if you decided to go out on an adventure by yourself, the worst you’d have to worry about would be hilichurls, considering that you aren’t going anywhere particularly dangerous.

On Earth, that simply wouldn’t work because there are a lot of bad people, and bad things that could happen to you if you were simply out on a walk at night. Especially if you weren’t in the company of another person.

If Jean heard about people who’ve done horrible things like murdering multiple people for… “The fun of it?”.

I can imagine her being repulsed, and incredibly concerned for your safety.

You may be the literal God of Teyvat, but would that stop anyone from randomly deciding to murder you, “for the fun of it?”

You might hear this idle voice line more often than the others:

“I do hope the Knights of Favonius are all working hard…”

She wants to tell you to take precautions against those with hostile intentions, to make sure you aren’t out to late… if only the code didn’t restrict her from voicing her thoughts.

For now she’d have to settle with reminding you of how safe Mondstadt was. With the Knights of Favonius, you would be safe.

With her, you’d always be safe.

Just… please be careful, alright?

The first time Ningguang heard about how terribly this world deals with money, she’d probably laugh.

“Oh, how amusing.” She’d chuckle, before realizing that it was your reality, instead of just a poorly made joke.

The idea of multiple currencies seems especially stranger to her, since Teyvat only uses Mora. (Disregarding the use primogems, which is only for you.)

One day, however, as you were talking while playing Genshin, she heard you bring up something called “inflation”.

You then proceeded to complain about how food prices where getting ridiculously expensive, and how your “fridge” had literally no food in it.

Ningguang seemed to freeze, being brought back to her early days as a child.

She had been through similar struggles, but knowing that her God is going through financial issues?

That her God is suffering because of the undeserving world in which they reside?

Preposterous.

“There were over 60 million casualties from World War 2…”

The voice droned on, as another daily commission was completed.

Sara’s face blanched, taking in the numbers.

60 million.

That was well over the number of citizens living in the entirety of Inazuma.

“The war was notable for the Nazi-sponsored genocide of the Jewish people…”

Genocide of people?

Why?

Her hands shook around her bow, as you guided her to shoot a hilichurl, directly in the head.

Sara heard you sigh, as the monotone voice was silenced.

Your divine voice spoke over the background music of the game.

“Third war I’ve had to research this week, interesting, huh?”

This was… considered an everyday occurrence for you?

Another shot, the hilichurl faded to dust.

You lived in a world where wars like that frequently happened-

She steeled herself, finding resolve as she struggled to keep shooting the hilichurls.

Sara would find a way to bring you to Teyvat, where you wouldn’t be in any danger, ever again.

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Smallest Drop - Part 5

Summary: Tav is beginning to struggle with her fate and the Underdark really isn't helping with that. Astarion is... really bad at comforting people.

Content Warnings: She/Her Tav

Word Count: 3.1k words

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The Underdark lingered on her skin uncomfortably. Not even the strongest glow of their torches helped her feel safe beneath the cave ceiling. She never realised how much she loved the sun until she couldn’t see it anymore.

Though the mushroom forests intrigued her, she couldn’t shake the fear of assassins, drows, and everything else. They lurked in the shadows and watched even when she tried to shake free.

But she had no choice. If this route truly turned out to be easier, she couldn’t keep her companions on the route through the mountain pass. Enough had already happened there during their brief visit and Lae’zel hadn’t been handling the betrayal of her fellow gith very well.

They simply had to find the path forward.

“So, do you actually know where you’re leading us or are we simply walking and hoping for the best?”

She gave Astarion a sharp look. Though she knew he only wanted to tease, the day really hadn’t been working in their favour. After being attacked by a beholder of all things and getting catapulted into a wall by an exploding mushroom, she really didn’t have time to listen to his complaints about everything else. The lack of sun, the array of strange creatures, the general darkness… she’d heard every comment.

“Halsin wouldn’t lie to us,” she reasoned. “It may be a maze but we’ll be able to find our way through even if we need to take some time to look around.”

“Will that be before Withers finishes decaying?”

She rolled her eyes and continued to lead them back to camp. Her only lead was the destroyed village not too far from where they’d set up. After a night’s rest, she planned on exploring there a little more.

But first, they needed to rest.

Once everybody disappeared back to their chosen spots, Astarion included, she finally took the moment’s break to head for a small stream. Blood and dirt washed away in the cool water as she took some time to finally breath. Her body still ached from being thrown into the wall but at least she could distract her mind.

Every day that passed, they crept closer to becoming mind flayers. She’d started struggling to sleep for fear of waking up with tentacles sprouting from her mouth and her jaw dislocating.

Not to mention, she felt incredibly weary of the strange dream visitor who kept encouraging her to consume tadpoles like potions.

“You should avoid wandering off by yourself, my dear. There are plenty of critters who I’m sure are dying to take a bite of you.”

She jumped a little but Astarion’s casual demeanour soothed her somewhat. He appeared mostly clean of blood – the Underdark suited his fighting style well – so she imagined he hadn’t followed her to wash.

“I’ll be alright,” she reassured.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t like a little company to watch your back?”

She chuckled, somewhat uncertain still. “It depends. Are you going to complain about everything or will you sit there and look pretty.”

He preened under the casual praise and found a rock to lean against. “I’m always gorgeous. It isn’t much of a challenge.”

She suspected Astarion came through to ensure she remained safe. Despite his usual blasé attitude towards most of the group, he’d become more protective of late and even checked on Shadowheart after she’d taken a nasty sword wound across her leg.

Honestly, she’d be impressed if she wasn’t so worried about everything.

She continued to wash the last of the blood from her hair before she straightened. The droplets chilled her skin where they fell over her back and face and she shivered. She really missed the sun.

And then she turned and he was right there.

His fingers danced over her neck before he caught her jaw and led her into a soft kiss. Her breath caught in her throat; her eyes fluttered closed. He trailed a hand over the front of the armour, dipped into all the embellishments and fastenings, and her heart pounded in response.

He made it far too easy to fall into him. He chased every thought from her mind as he split from her and fluttered kisses over the side of her neck.

“You shouldn’t run off like that by yourself,” he said. “Whatever would we do without you there.”

He’d paused so close to her pulse point. It said something about how he’d conditioned her to tilt her head further to the side and allowed him access to her throat.

“Have you eaten recently?”

“Why do you ask?” he murmured. “Are you offering?”

She never minded when he needed to feed from her. It had turned infrequent after the first few times and the blood loss caused her to nearly get disembowelled by a gnoll. Down in the Underdark, it may be dangerous but she supposed he had few other opportunities to feed.

“If you need it, I don’t mind,” she said. “But only what you need. My reflexes are vital in these fights.”

And he may as well eat from her while possible, she supposed. It wouldn’t matter much if they could be mind flayers the day after.

He made a pleased hum against her throat and she shuddered when his fangs brushed against sensitive skin. “You really spoil me. I’m going to have to make it up to you, no?”

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.” He pressed a kiss right over her pulse point. “I can’t possibly take your delicious blood from you without giving something in return. Especially if it makes you a little lightheaded the day after.” He placed another one just beneath her jaw. “Believe me when I say, you won’t regret this evening at all.”

She wanted to let him make good on his promises. After all, what would it matter if she could die at any moment. Not to mention how Gale’s new plans involved blowing himself up and that might kill not only him but everybody on the Sword Coast and she didn’t trust Mystra’s word at all.

“You’re overthinking something,” Astarion said. “Why don’t you focus on me? I’ll make it up to you for annoying you today.”

She stepped away, suddenly confused by what he meant. A flicker of irritation across his façade only confirmed her suspicions. “Is that what you’re trying to do?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to make you feel better.”

“Do you even know what’s upsetting me? It’s not you.”

“Well, that makes it all the better. I couldn’t be a more perfect distraction for you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want you to be a distraction.”

His lip curled. “Why not?”

“Because you mean more to me than that,” she said, not sure how she could express it without offending him. “I want to make you happy as well and I can’t do that when my mind is elsewhere.”

He shook his head as though she’d said something wholly outlandish. “Well, you can always make me happy some other time. Isn’t that the point of this whole, more thing, hm? I’m here for you and all that?”

“No.”

He moved back into her space and ran his fingers down her cheek. “You’d rather I left you to wallow?”

“No,” she sighed. He was trying to find a reason. First, the offer of a thanks for the blood but when she hadn’t shown interest in that, then an apology for what he perceived as irritation. Now that he realised why she was upset, a distraction.

“You can stop being the hero for one moment,” he promised. “You can be selfish every now and then. After all, we’re growing close to the center of this cult, aren’t we? We have something to consider there. Instead of doing the ‘heroic’ thing… maybe there’s another option.”

Her brow furrowed and her eyes flickered to his. “What do you mean?”

“I know you always want to do the right thing, save the helpless orphan, pick up the puppy, slay the monster, all of that,” he said and the words sounded slightly bitter. “But maybe we can find another solution and take some of the influence for ourselves?”

“You want me to take over the Cult of the Absolute?” she asked, confused entirely by the direction of this conversation.

“At the very least, consider it.”

She shook her head. “The cult is kidnapping people and putting mind flayer parasites in their heads,” she argued. “I cannot let that continue. Whoever these people are, they are behaving far worse than any monster.”

He looked unimpressed. Had he really thought she would agree to take over a cult? She despised the Absolute for everything it had done to her and her companions though… well, Astarion so far felt only the positive effects of their affliction. It wouldn’t be beyond him to want to keep it.

“Well, you’ll still get to be the hero,” he finally said. “You can help save me from the worst of my curse.”

“You’re really trying your hardest,” she said. “One day, I’m going to start taking offense to the hero comments.” He’d been getting worse with it as time went on, especially after she offered assistance to groups like the myconids.

Astarion looked almost pleading as he gestured at what was around them. “It wouldn’t be the first time you gave a ‘monster’ a pass, would it?”

“Are you speaking about yourself? Or about the owl bear?”

“Well, I don’t think the owl bear has killed anybody. Yet. If anybody could tame that thing though, I’m sure it would be you.”

She crossed her arms. “Killing people isn’t what makes somebody a monster. I’ve done it myself.”

“Not unless you had no other option,” he scoffed. “I saw you try and speak to a gnoll to convince her to nicely leave you be.”

“Exactly but that’s no different to you? I mean, I suppose I don’t know what you do in the evenings but I wasn’t aware it was running around and murdering children. If we let the Cult of the Absolute continue, they’ll destroy everything.”

Astarion mimicked her pose, defensive and defiant. “Oh, I’ve made the decision plenty of times. Do you really think that when I led hundreds of poor, innocent souls back to Cazador, I didn’t choose? He always gave me the option. I could spend the night with him or I could prowl the streets. A decision I made time and time again.”

“Do you consider that a choice?”

“What else is it? I chose to go out, watched the crowds until I found the perfect soul to drag back to his mansion, knowing all the while that they would die.”

“And what was the alternative? Because from what you’ve told me about vampire lords, they’re not exactly the best company in the world. What option did you truly have where you wouldn’t suffer for your choice?”

He tensed and she already had her answer. Perhaps he did blind her somewhat but she understood the position he’d been placed in better than he thought. How could she hold survival against him? That was exactly what she was trying to do currently with this tadpole in her head.

“I’m not going to take over the Cult of the Absolute,” she said. “Yes, it might give me power but I don’t want anything like that. I just want to be free of this.”

She stepped away from the riverbank to find a log she could sit on and stare up at the cave ceiling. The people she’d met on this adventure had truly been amazing. In a way, she’d actually been having fun. But now it felt as though the end lingered nearby, just out of reach.

Astarion watched her and she waited, not sure what he would say. Eventually, he settled on something separate from the cult.

“You would have made for the easiest prey,” he said. “If I had met you in the first few decades, it would have been simple to get you back to him.”

She chuckled sadly. “I’m not sure how well that would have worked. I’m rather immune to your charms.”

He smiled. “Oh, I wouldn’t have flirted with you at all. All I’d need to do is convince you that I was in danger and you needed to come help me. Just like that, you’d follow me anywhere.”

“Why only in the first few decades?”

“Well, after those, I stopped using any techniques other than the one that worked best.”

She pursed her lips together, unhappy. “I’ll have you know; I didn’t offer to help Halsin out. He chose to come with us.”

“Right, because normal people find a random bear in a goblin camp and choose to fight to the death for it.”

“Maybe I just hate goblins that much.”

She honestly never expected Halsin to join them on their path to Moonrise but she welcomed any assistance these days. He understood far more about these tadpoles than she did and she needed his expertise.

Still, perhaps Astarion was right. She’d have made for very easy prey if he tried to lure her away.

“Well then?” he asked and she looked up at him.

“Yes?”

“What do you want me to do if not distract you?”

She frowned at nothing in particular. She didn’t really want anything from him but she knew he wouldn’t accept it as an answer. He’d already helped so much just by being at her side while she simply spoke.

“Just be here,” she said. “That’s all I need. What do you want from me?”

The question slipped through before she could think it through, something she’d been wanting to know since the beginning but had always been too nervous to ask. What was it that he wanted from her? She didn’t know if she wanted to know the answer most of the time.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always asking what I want you to do for me,” she explained. “Now I want to know what you want from me. Protection? A meal? Sex?” She didn’t think it to be the latter. Astarion seemed to think of sex as something she wanted as opposed to him.

He hesitated, uncertain. “I… I want you to continue being you, I imagine? If there’s anybody out there who can solve our little predicament, I’d put good money on you and your ridiculously good fortune.”

She supposed she did occasionally have good luck but she also doubted it to be reason alone for his loyalty.

“Nothing else?”

She feared he’d confirm for her something she already knew – he hadn’t really meant anything. He kept trying to hard to give her what he thought she wanted, to make her happy, when he didn’t really care for her by herself. Perhaps he didn’t even know he was doing it.

“I suppose I want you to want me,” Astarion settled on after she’d wallowed for a few seconds. “I mean, everybody does but you’re the only one who I want to be interested in me. Most of the time, I shudder at the mere thought of somebody touching me but I’ve come to rather appreciate it with you.”

A flush rose to her cheeks and she fought to keep it away. “I suppose that’s a good thing.”

“I also want you to say my name more. I’ve grown rather fond of the way you say it when you’re irritated at me.”

She almost started laughing and, though she hated to admit it, she felt relieved to hear something as trivial as his name. Because if all he wanted was for her to say his name, she could easily manage that.

“It’d be a crime not to say a name as pretty as yours,” she teased. “Even when you’re whining.”

“I do not whine.”

“Yes, you do.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “I also want you to compliment me more. I rather like what you have to say so you should feel free to spend some time with me and just talk or whatever. It’s a far better way to pass the time rather than eavesdropping on this strange group you’ve collected.”

He wanted her to be with him, then? In the same way she wanted to be with him. She didn’t know whether she should be relieved or saddened in how little he understood her wants when he mirrored them so closely.

“I’m not going to take over the cult,” she reiterated. “But I’m going to find a way for you to walk in the sun still so that I can continue to see you after all this is over.”

“Sounds like the kind of impossible thing only you could pull off.”

She laughed and she finally understood what she could do to help him get what she wanted. “I’ll find a way,” she said. “But for now, I’m going to focus on the three things I can do. Your name, compliments, and… well, just being there.”

“It sounds as though you’re trying to court me.”

“I am. I can’t do it properly now but maybe when we reach Baldur’s Gate, things will be easier.”

He laughed. “Oh no, you’re serious aren’t you. What are you, some kind of long-lost royal with ‘courting’?”

“You’re going to have to find out when we reach the city.”

Somewhere in the Underdark, something rumbled and she stood to look down the river to make sure it stayed far away. She doubted anything would attack her camp but she had to be sure. It felt like danger lurked around every corner and she refused to put her friends in trouble.

Because they were her friends, before anything else.

“You know, we don’t have to be more,” she said. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not attracted to you but if you want to just be friends, you’ll still get all the compliments and the safety. It doesn’t have to be anything else.”

He rolled his eyes again and stepped into her space. “Don’t be stupid,” he said. “I don’t know how you managed to do it but you’ve captured my attention. I’m sure you won’t want to squander it.”

She certainly didn’t. When she lay on her back that night, thrown about in thoughts of transforming into a mind flayer, at least half of them spun instead with the vampire spawn who prowled around the camp and his awful attempts at comforting people.

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inklore · 2 years

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holy diver.

premise: eddie puts those cute panties you gave him to good use.

pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: eighteen+ content, masturbation, virgin!eddie, flashbacks to previous sexual escapades (oral), mentions of fucking, swallowing, literally he’s just jerkin it with readers panties.

etc: this is a part of heavy metal love, but you could read this as a stand alone/without reading the series and it be completely fine. literally no one asked for this but i’m a whore so.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Eddie wouldn’t consider himself an overtly affectionate person.

Wouldn't say he was raised to feen off of affections, or need them for general survival. He’s sure some people would—do—look at his chaotic behvaior and lack-of-giving-a-fuck as someone who didn’t get hugged enough as a child. Which is laughable and probably one of the more generously nice rumours that he’s confident is going around about him.

You don’t get labeled as the ‘Town Freak’ without the many assumptions and assessments on your character being anything but generous.

No one would go out of their way to label him as the most overtly friendly, or approachable, therefore affectionate would never be tied onto his many labels.

And yet each time he's around you he feels a buzzing in the tips of his fingertips to reach out and touch you. To move stray hairs out of your face, let his fingers linger on the soft skin of your cheek; to move it down to your neck, run his thumb along the dip in your collarbone, to go lower—as low as you’ll let him, whether that stops at your chest or between your legs.

He figured these—feelings of affection—had only surfaced from having your mouth on him. That it was just his biological hormones getting the best of him. Would be perfectly natural in the grand scheme of things, had spent plenty of nights alone watching the few dirty movies he’d snagged from the Family Video. Had let his eyes linger a little too long on legs, asses, tits.

Wanting to fuck and be fucked was nothing new to him.

But affection was.

You were.

Of course he had remembered you from school. From the many times he caught you walking past in the halls, the few classes you had together but never looked his way. From being partnered together in Bilology, how you had looked less than thrilled to even be there let alone partnered with him—and of course, like the fucking cliché he had to be; he found you just as beautiful as the rest of Hawkins High did.

Maybe that's where the affection started.

As he watched the way you chewed on your pencap, the way your glossed lips wrapped around the blue cap, your tongue peaking out every now and then; how your eyes would meet, you catching him staring and you never scowled, scolded, just stared back at him for a beat then went back to looking down at the lab in front of you.

Or when he would try to make conversation with you, try to lighten the mood, do anything but sit in silence. Going into grave detail about Corroded Coffin, air guitaring one of his riffs, dropping some cheesy jokes just to see you smile.

“What would you call an acid with an attitude? A mean-o-acid,” there’s a long pause after he’s said the punchline, brows raised as he tries to rack his brain to remember if that’s how he heard it. “I think.”

“Did you pass Chemistry, Munson?”

“Barely.”

“Biology isn’t looking too good either is it?” You had said, covered your smile up with that bitchy humor you seemed to excel in. That seemed to only make him that much more attracted to you. So everyday he had tried to rack his brain for something stupid he could say that always got the same reaction out of you. Until one day you actually laughed. Had let it slip out, and as much as Eddie wanted to clap his hands and jump on top of the lab table in victory; he knew doing so would make your smile slip and put that crown right back in place.

So maybe that’s where it all started. Not the night he let you slide into his van and grace him with your presence. Showing him a side of you he was sure not many had seen, or would ever see.

And when the two of you had kissed—a kiss that hadn’t been his first but was enough to knock him down a peg, onto his ass and think “fuck, she really is perfect.”

When your hands had went for his belt he swore he felt his stomach in his ass. A shot of nervous adrenaline he only feels from new campaigns, or when he’s on stage playing with his band. He had half a mind to say no, knew that even his inebriated mind could tell this might not have been the best of ideas. Not in this high state of mind, and definitely not from the princess of Hawkins.

A punch to the gut from her lover boy was surely going to come tomorrow morning when he showed up roided out and angry on his doorstep.

But your eyes looking up at him, the way your lips looked so plump and red from his, how pretty you looked between his legs, how hard he was; he’d be a fucking idiot to say no.

He thought he knew the best pleasures in life already: playing DnD, rocking out to Dio, performing with the band, a six pack and a good smoke.

Then your tongue had pressed to the tip of his cock and he swore he forgot all about them, this was the only pleasure he knew. How warm and wet your mouth felt, your little moans you’d let out that sent a vibration from the base of his cock up that he could get addicted to feeling. Your eyes looking up at him as you swallowed him down; he was fucked.

And as he lays in the dark of his room, one of the street lights that linger around the trailer park filtering the tiniest bit of orange glow into the room; the soft cotton of the panties you had dropped into his lap as you left his van the other night, gripped in his hand. His cock swells in his jeans.

You had tasted so good on his tongue.

A deep groan echoes throughout the room as he runs the heel of his hand against the outline of his cock. Hips stuttering up, lips parted and releasing the weakest of breaths and gasps as he remembers your taste; how your fingers had tugged his hair, how beautiful you looked when he let his eyes drift up, how you looked on the brink of crying from how good you felt—from how good he was making you feel.

You sounded so fucking pretty moaning, saying his name.

All things he could feel himself needing more of, wanting more of to the point where he couldn’t get through a day without getting hard at the thought of you, or feeling that buzz of affection to simply just see you.

He lets out a long sigh as he undoes his belt, pushes his jeans down to his ankles. Wraps a palm around his cock, a shudder going through him as his thumb moves along the head to gather the precome leaking there. Spreading it down his shaft with the few light strokes he gives himself.

If someone had told him three years ago that he would have the princess of Hawkins in the back of his van smoking with him—filling her throat, swallowing down his come—he would have flipped them the bird.

But this seemed to be some fucking fever dream he’d stepped into. Some mystic land like Mordor; a fantasy world, and he was living in it. Loving it, a little too much.

“Shit,” he grunts, rolls his wrist at his tip.

After tasting you, feeling your pussy on his tongue, lapping at your wetness, swallowing down your sweet taste; he wanted to feel more, wanted to feel that same wetness on his cock. That tightness he had felt when he pushed his fingers inside of you.

Would you grip him just as tight? Even tighter?

Could he make you come on his cock and have you moaning his name all pretty and panting like you had when his mouth was on you?

His hips are pushing up into his fist, his head hitting the back of the pillow, eyes closed, gasps leaving his parted lips as he thinks about it. As he presses your panties against the length of his cock, the soft cotton incomparable to what your pussy probably feels like. But fuck it’ll have to do.

The thought of having you laid out for him, his mouth and fingers leaving bruises and bites along your soft skin, the way you’d push your body up to his. Sends his mind into a tailspin.

He could just pull your panties to the side and run his cock through your wetness. Knows you’d cling to him, dig your nails into his arms, his back, his hair; knows he could just slip the head in…just the tip of his cock…so slow inside of you.

“Ahh,” Eddie sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his pathetically needy groans.

He knows there’s no going back after that. Once he’s inside of you, once he’s taken you like that. How could he ever get enough of that? He couldn’t.

You’re fucking perfect on the outside and you’d be just as perfect on the inside. Addicting. Making him simmer with affection that he’s never felt before, but always labeled as shitty and irrelevant to himself.

But now he needed it. Needed to see you. To touch you. To taste you. To watch your fingers play with your pussy, wonders if you’ll let him watch you come if he asks. Wants to see your body wither and reach out for him.

Would you want to watch him? Like this? His hand, your panties, wrapped around his cock as he fucks into his fist. As his stomach tightens and contracts the closer he gets, the more he thinks about you. Always you.

Fucking you. Wanting you. Adoring you.

Eddie can’t help himself when the tiny bow on your panties catches on the underside of his tip, your name falling from his lips like a plea, a cry into the night for you to answer—with your mouth, your pussy, whatever you’ll let him touch, have, he’ll take all of you like a starved dog. Happily.

His cock is so hard, throbbing, painful in its need.

Just a few more strokes, a few more images of you on top of him—nails digging into his chest as you ride him, as your beautiful tits bounce in his face, as his hands grip your hips, your beautiful lips parted and moaning his name as you come around him, as you grip his cock so good, so tight that he’s coming too—has Eddie tensing, stomach muscles constricting as his mouth hangs open in a loud gasp of air that sounds a lot like your name, as he comes against his fingers and your panties.

“Shit.” He chuckles breathlessly, uses the cotton in his hands to clean himself up. Thinks you’d look fucking amazing covered in his come, wonders if you’d let him.

Or if you’d lick the come from his rings. Swallows hard at the image of your mouth wrapped around his fingers licking, sucking, just as good as you did his cock.

His hand runs through his sweat slicked bangs, yeah, he was totally fucked.

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cocogum · 4 months

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Yugo and Amalia’s relationship is much more complicated than you think.

Sometimes I wonder what Amalia meant when she said “Nothing is impossible.” at Yugo’s explanation of why they couldn’t be together.

Like I know you want that eliatrope ass but he’s got a point shawty.

What do you think would’ve happened if he got into a relationship earlier on with you??? Can you imagine how it would’ve looked like?? My god there would be so much drama and rumours in the Sadida kingdom….but like really big ones to the point where it wouldn’t sound funny or entertaining anymore, but just criminal 💀

Also, how is she gonna….you know? Do anything to him? Sure, Yugo’s mentally a man but he still has a 10-year-old body.

Did Amalia not think this through when she told him “Nothing is impossible.”???? Either she said that because she genuinely only wanted to keep things pure with him besides hand-holding and kissing, or she’s just a really freaky bitch in bed.

There can’t be anything else, it’s either one of them or she just said that without thinking.

Imagine being a servant in her kingdom if Yugo did get together with her before season 3…..I love drama but I don’t wanna get scarred for life, there’s a limit.

Amalia would legit be the scariest one in the relationship though. Like it’s cute and very loyal of her to accept him even if he doesn’t look like a grown man but if you’re fine getting tongue kissed by him ON THE MOUTH when he looks like a minor AND you don’t care what others say, then you’re a menace to society. I wouldn’t even be worried for Yugo, I’d just be worried for everyone else’s sake. (Before ppl come for my ass, dw i loved the yumalia kiss cuz no one was around them-)

Some people are saying that Yugo’s reason for not being with her is bs because “love is love” and “Yugo can just explain that his race ages slowly to people”.

When in actuality, it’s all very much more complicated than it already looks.

In fact, their relationship could raise so many problems and conflicts that I decided to list them up for you. Here are the following reasons why these two being together can go very wrong:

1) Amalia isn’t a normal Sadida. She’s a PRINCESS of the SADIDA KINGDOM. Marriage isn’t just some event that happens and then ends. It won’t look like the one Dally and Eva had. Royal marriages are a bigger deal than they let on and it’s a public thing to witness.

2) Amalia is a public and authoritative figure. Meaning that if she were to marry Yugo, the whole world would know that she got with a man who’s stuck in a child’s body. Sure, even if Yugo explained the situation to the other nations, this would still look very weird and off-putting for the others to see. People would still wonder why (and especially how) Amalia fell in love with Yugo when he looks like that. They would definitely start asking questions. Not to mention that if Amalia were to showcase who she loves to the world, plenty of sick twisted people would see their relationship and feel encouraged to continue their behavior (you know exactly what kind of ppl I’m talking about here). And if those same disgusting people got caught doing immoral things with children, they would just point fingers at Amalia and say “But if she does it, how come I can’t?”. They’d start blaming her for their actions, making her look even worse to the public.

3) No matter how you look at their relationship, the only ones who would genuinely feel comfortable witnessing them together would be Ruel, Eva, Dally, Adamaï, and even Elely and Flopin. They know Yugo and Amalia on a personal level because they have all been through so much with these two that they know exactly how they are and know that Amalia isn’t the type to take advantage of Yugo like that. But if the rest of the world were to see them like this? That’s a hard no.

4) Amalia claims that she doesn’t care what other people think. That means she wouldn’t be ashamed or shy to give Yugo affection out in public, she definitely feels like the type to do public displays of affection with her significant other. Who knows who could see them together? Teenagers, adults, senior citizens, but especially the children who would pass by them and be too confused to understand why a grown woman is kissing a ‘child’ like that.

5) Her family (which currently consists of Armand and Aurora) would immediately stop her from getting together with Yugo. Because yes, her family would also be a problem. (I was surprised that I didn’t see a lot of people mention the Sadida family to be another factor against their relationship.) Armand is too much of a strict brother. He won’t be easy to sway and he always says what he thinks. He’d immediately (and clearly) explain to Amalia that this decision of hers is a very disgusting and shocking one. The idea of throwing harsh words at her wouldn’t seem very far-fetched for Armand to do. Not only that, but he’d also start to become very strict on her, wanting to know her whereabouts at all times and make sure that her time outside of the kingdom is limited since he now knows he can’t trust her when it comes to what types of men she loves and especially who she’s friends with. Aurora, on the other hand, is already very manipulative so she’d most likely side with her husband on everything that he says when it comes to Amalia.

6) And last but not least, her relationship with Yugo would make the royal Sadida family look extremely bad in front of the other kingdoms and nations. Like I said before, since Amalia is a public/authoritative figure due to her royal status, her choices to inflict any action has a chance to make her family look bad. The same can be said for Armand too if he did anything without thinking.

So in short, not only would Amalia and Yugo’s relationship look weird and wrong to the world no matter what Yugo says, but their relationship could also affect and hurt a lot of people if these two are not careful or aware of how they’d look like, especially Amalia.

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eddies-perm · 2 years

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𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧' 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤

𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳!𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

to celebrate (but mostly mourn) the end of my summer vacation, I figured I’d do a little something with camp counselor!steve.

warnings. smut!!, outdoor sex, hunter/prey vibes (there’s a little chase scene), hide n’ seek turned dirty, vaginal fingering, use of a gag (a bandana), P in V, unprotected sex, no use of y/n.

word count: ~2k

** it’s the annual camp-wide hide n’ seek tournament. you’re the leader the blue team, steve’s the leader of the red team. and it’s his job to find you. **

The sun at Camp Crescent Lake is slowly sinking behind the rolling hills, and that means it’s almost time for the camp-wide hide and seek tournament.

Your team, the blue team, is all geared up and ready to go in their blue camp t-shirts. Steve Harrington’s red team is also ready to go in their red camp t-shirts. The rules are read out and everyone gets assigned their partners for the night.

Steve walks over to you with a small smirk, tying the red bandana to one of the loop on his jeans.

“Looks like we’re partners this year, Bambi,” he says, handing you your blue bandana. “You can hide first.”

You roll your eyes, taking the piece of fabric from him and tucking it in your back pocket. “Whatever, Casanova. Get ready to lose, because I’m one of the camp’s best hider. I haven’t been found three years in a row.”

He lets out a soft but deep laugh, looking down at you with a certain glimmer in his eyes. He takes a step forward, never peeling his gaze from yours.

“Then you've clearly never had me as a partner before. I’ll hunt you down, Bambi, and when I find you...you’ll be sorry.”

“Right,” you say, trying not to get (too) hot over his threats. “Good luck with that.”

“I won’t need it.”

The airhorn blows and the countdown begins. You rush to your section’s designated hiding area: the arts and crafts pavilion. It’s up a small hill and in the middle of the woods, so there are plenty of places to hide.

Most people go for the woods, but you and a few others head straight for the pavilion. You situate yourself behind some storage containers, laying on your side with your back against the wall.

A single blow of the horn indicates that the 50 second count is up and you quiet your breathing, auditory senses heightening as you wait for seekers to begin approaching the pavilion.

Several sets of footsteps surround you, around the pavilion and inside it. You watch and listen as several of the kids and counselors are found, watching the various pairs of dirtied and worn shoes pass by.

Not a single one of them is Harrington’s. You don’t see his signature beat up Nike Cortez’s with the red check mark pass by. That bastard isn’t even looking for you. Either that, or he’s just looking in the wrong spot, which would be hilarious.

The halfway point comes faster than you anticipated and by now, all the people in the pavilion have been caught. You peek up over the boxes, whispering to whoever may be left just to make sure, and no one responds. You’re totally alone in here.

You sit up and relocate to a different part of the room. Still, no Harrington. Great, he’s probably off fucking one of the other counselors. If that’s true, there’s no way he’s coming after you.

The 20-minute airhorn sounds and still, no sign of Steve. You huff, pretty much giving up on the idea that he’s ever gonna find you, or even look for you. You get up and dust yourself off before heading towards the door.

Suddenly, it swings opens and you stagger backwards, startled at the sudden movement. The door slams up against the craft shelves next to it and in walks Steve Harrington, looking surprisingly put-together. Either he’s gotten better at cleaning up after his little rendezvous’ or he really didn’t fuck anyone. The latter is highly unlikely, in your mind.

“And here I was thinking it’d be an actual challenge to find you,” he chuckles, holding his hand out. “Your bandana, miss.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You’re a real dick, you know that? You really waited all this time to come looking for me?”

“How do you know that that’s what I did?”

“I saw all the pairs of shoes that walked in and out of this place, and your stupid Nike’s didn’t make an appearance once,” you gesture to his shoes. “I know damn well you didn’t come up here.”

He shrugs. “Well, I wanted to wait until all the others were out of here.”

“You--” You pause, eyebrows furrowed. “Why the hell would you want to wait until I was the only one up here? What’s the point of that?”

Steve hums, taking a couple slow steps forward, backing you up against one of the craft tables. He shrugs his backpack off and tosses it aside, then looks back down at you.

“You don’t think I notice the way you look at me, Bambi? Your little lingering glances whenever you think I’m not looking?”

“I don’t...I don’t do that.”

A lie, you totally do that. But you’re not about to admit it to him.

“Haven’t you noticed that I don’t like you very much, Harrington?”

He smirks. “It’s just an act. Like the kid on the playground who’s extra mean to the boy she likes. C’mon, you know it’s true, give me some credit here. I know you’ve wondered if what those girls say about me is true.”

“With how much they all blab about it, especially Tammy, I think almost every counselor is at least a little bit curious.”

“Maybe. But I don’t see their lingering eyes on me.”

Your lungs suddenly feel tight and your breaths get shorter as he takes another step closer. You realize, then, that you’ve got no more room to step back. You’re already pinned up against the craft table. “What do you care? You’ve got a lengthy list of girls at this camp who’ve already been bedded by you, I’m sure they’d all love more of your attention, Casanova.”

“Yeah, probably. But I want the one girl who doesn’t throw herself at me. I want a challenge.”

“Well, you’ve got one,” you say, slipping away just as he leans in. You stand by the door, quickly tucking the bandana into the front of your shorts. “You want the bandana? Come and get it.”

Steve grins as you suddenly rush out of the pavilion and into the nearby woods. He jogs after you, keeping tabs on you but not quite making his move. He wants to draw this out a little bit.

You rush through the trees and jump over raised limbs, looking back every once and a while. When you don’t see him anymore, you hide behind a particularly large tree trunk.

You’re so focused on looking out from behind the tree that you don’t even realize him coming up behind you. He suddenly grabs your hips and you yelp, trying to yank yourself free from his grip.

“Harrington...goddamnit!”

He’s holding you firmly against him, reaching around to grab the bandana from where it’s tucked into the front of your shorts. Except instead of pulling the fabric out, he leaves it and his hand slips down between your legs, fingers teasing the warm, damp fabric of your panties.

You gasp softly, all movements suddenly coming to a screeching halt as he begins to tease your clothed clit with the pads of his fingers. He smirks softly, chin resting on your shoulder as he does so.

“There we go,” he hums. “If I’d known this is all it takes to get you quiet, I would’ve done this weeks ago.”

“Shut up.” You huff, chewing your lip.

“You’re cute.” His fingers dip down under your panties and run along your bare folds, collecting the wetness that’s formed there. “And you’re wet. You’re really worked up, hm?”

Your hips move instinctively against him, grinding down on his fingers as he touches you. More than a few times, his fingertips catch on your entrance and he quickly begins teasing the soaked hole.

“Do you want me to put them in? Do you want my fingers, Bambi?”

You nod wordlessly, cheeks burning.

He chuckles. “Use your words. Yes or no?”

“Yes, yes, jeez. Pushy much?”

“I just like torturing you.” Two of his fingers push up and penetrate your waiting hole, pulling a moan from your lips. “Mmm, good girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his digits begin fucking you. They feel so good inside you, it’s been so long since you’ve had any fingers other than your own...

“Shit, Harrington...”

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he whispers, nibbling at your earlobe. “Do you like my fingers?”

“Uh huh.” you breathe.

His pace quickens gradually until he’s fucking you forcefully, squelching sound filling the space around you. You have to lean forward and put one of your hands on the tree in front of you to keep steady.

You’re close within minutes, so drunk off the motions of his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m gonna--”

Steve pulls away just as you’re about to cum. You let out a pathetic whimper at the loss, whipping your head around to glare at him.

“What w-was that for?”

He grins, grabbing the bandana as he pulls his hand away and begins to undo his jeans. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You shudder, goosebumps rising on your skin. Once he’s fished himself from his pants, Steve turns you around and presses you up against the tree trunk. He lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder, then pushes your shorts off to the side before lining up with your entrance.

“Are you ready?”

As soon as you nod, he pushes in and both of you let out similar moans as he fills you. One hand grips your hip while the other props against the trunk. His hips accelerate almost immediately and he starts pounding into you.

You can’t help the noises, the gasps and whimpers, that escape you. He feels so good and god, it’s been a while since anyone’s been inside you. It’s official: everything you’ve heard about Steve Harrington in bed is 100% correct.

“Fuuck, you’re tight,” he groans, gripping your thigh and pushing it back towards your shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. “Knew you’d be a tight one...”

You moan in response, unable to form proper words. He smirks at this fact.

When you let out a louder moan, one of Steve’s hands comes to cover your mouth, chuckling breathily. “Jesus, Bambi, you gotta be somewhat quiet.”

“W-Whatever,” you huff, biting down hard on your lip to keep quiet. It doesn’t work, really, for only moments later, you’re letting out another moan.

Steve looks down at the blue bandana still in his hand and suddenly, a lightbulb goes off and his hips stop.

“What are you--”

He quickly balls up and shoves the bandana into your mouth, muffling your noises. Your eyes widen and you gasp around the fabric, so turned on by this new development.

“There we go. Now you’ve got something to keep that pretty mouth occupied.”

You’re close, oh so close, still incredibly worked up from his thorough fingering earlier. Your walls spasm and clench around him the closer you get to your release and he seems to feel this, pressing you further into the tree so that his hand can creep back between your legs.

It takes only a few swipes over your engorged clit to push you over that edge and you cry out around the bandana, falling apart around his cock. You drench his shaft in your slick and he lets out a soft moan, fucking you through it, staving off his own orgasm for the longest he can.

Only moments later, Steve’s pulling out and furiously jerking off until his spend shoots out all over your freshly-fucked folds. Your legs shake as he holds you up for another moment or two before letting you step back down onto the ground.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, giving you a soft kiss. He smiles when he pulls away, looking into your eyes as he tucks himself away.

“You were amazing,” he whispers against your lips. “So, so good.”

You smile softly, cheeks heating up again. He helps you pull your shorts back on properly as he continues to kiss you. “I had a good time too, Harrington.”

Steve keeps a hand on your hip as he looks down at you and hums. “So...about all the things the girls said...do I live up to my reputation?”

“Oh my god.” you laugh, shaking your head. “...Yeah, you do live up to it.”

He grins, flashing you a playful wink.

“Good to know.”

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