#It's still a grey area though! This was all for fun after all B*)
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Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#nie mingjue#lan wunian#lan xichen#lan wangij#poll#Thank you all for showing up with your whimsy! I saw so many funny tags and messages! What a blast it has been!!!#Nie Mingjue was the distractor answer - word of god *does* say he's the tallest but...he *was* dismembered and beheaded.#It's still a grey area though! This was all for fun after all B*)#Jin Ling uses his hair as a little lasso. Good for night hunting and asserting dominance!#Not the tallest due to his hair gel getting stuck on his hands and reducing the height of his throw during the judging.#And yes- Poorly Drawn Jin Ling is ~4cm tall. Grab you rulers out an visualize that <3 My Friday Treat for you all.#Real feminism is the fact that all the men who won did so by technically cheating and the woman (horse) did it the honest way.#Real feminism is being a horse. Everyone better start getting on that. New Year's resolution. Horse time.#My apologies to the Jin Zixuan likers (lowest votes): He's a bit of a fail wife but that's okay.#I like to imagine that It's the ghost of JYL committing voter fraud to give him pity votes.#(It is still voter fraud if a ghost votes right? Has anyone looked into the legality of ghost voting?)#Much to think about....Hey speaking of the ghosts of women: See you all tomorrow for the new poll!
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Packaged Deal
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Content warnings: Fighting, swearing, gunshot wound, death, all that fun stuff
It had always been Daryl and Y/N, they where a pair, a packaged deal. Through the twists and turns of life, through every war, walker and supply run, they found their way back together, and this supply run wasn't any different. The rumbling of his motorcycle's engine and the feeling of your arms around his torso where familiar, wind whipping through your hair as you approached your destination, a run down farm supply store another group had spotted a week back, but hadn't had the time to investigate.
You and Daryl dismounted the vehicle and secured your empty bags to your shoulders, ready to retrieve anything and everything from the confined of the slightly dilated building. You both pulled out your crossbow and knifes respectively and marched towards it.
You where thankful the group before had stumbled across such a hidden gem, it had apparently not been a very populated area before the outbreak because the lack of walkers around the area was prevalent. A fact you where grateful for so either of you wouldn't have to waste any energy.
"y/n"
Daryl's voice graveled quietly as you two stepped into the shop.
"don'cha thinks its weird the bell is gone"
After a questioning look you sent him, he pointed above your heads at the door frame, the place bell to alert employees would usual be, it was gone, not unlike someone had unscrewed the mechanism. You shook off the paranoid thought tho, there could be so many reasons it was gone.
"Yeah"
You began to respond "but the place isn't in the best condition, i wouldn't be surprised if it fell off even before the outbreak" Daryl nodded in silent agreement, but still kept the thought in the back of his mind.
Pacing forward your eyes raked across the walls and floor, finally landing on some bags of seeds of the shelves before tossing them into your pack, finding a home on top of the first aid kid you had packed. You planed to plant them in your garden back in Alexandria. A few more items joined the pile, extra fishing line, a hammer and nails, and even a dark grey hunting knife you snagged from box hidden under dust and dead plants. Continuing down the rows of empty shelves and boxed your foot hit something soft on the group, it was a mattress. A few threadbare blankets laid on top of it that you quickly stuffed into your pack, someone must have camped here at the start of the outbreak, judging by the dust that made you sneeze and you lifted up the fabric.
Just as you passed the last aisle to where Daryl was standing examining a spade, a loud noise approached both of you, it was the sound of a loud car driving closer and closer to the store. Catching Daryls eye you both hid behind a large pile of boxes, holding your knifes and crossbow respectively as the engine of the car sputtered to a stop, though voices quickly filled it.
"Dude i swear when i get in there im gunna pass out"
A man grumbled, seemingly younger by the sound of his voice.
"Yeah yeah ill take first watch, but we gotta clean the place up, its been months we don't know if theres biters or rats or shit in there"
Another voice chimed in, deeper this time.
'So people had been camping out here' You thought to yourself as you made eye contact with the man crouching next to you, a concerned look painted on your face. Shifting anxiously a third voice met your ears. You where outnumbers by the sound of it, and you didn't know if they had more on their way.
You scratched your arm absentmindedly, it was an anxious tick you'd always had. Daryl placed his own hand over your, squeezing it slightly in a reassuring manner, the action spoke words he couldn't say, words that would get you two caught my the quickly approaching group of enemies.
"Do yall hear anything? Like breathin or something?"
You freeze, hand coming up to cover your mouth quickly, not noticing how your breath had become slightly labored in anxiety.
"Could just be a breeze Joe, done be so paranoid"
"mm whatever. The man"
Joe grumbled, resuming what seemed to be kicking a small rock down the aisle. The sound of his boots and the stones impact on the ground echoing closer and closer to you and Daryl's hiding spot, until it came into view. He had kicked it too hard to the right, and now it was sitting just next to your frozen form.
As he bent down to pick it up you took your chance, whipping out your knife and holding it against his throat with a steady hand, causing his body to stiffen and looked between you and daryl with wide eyes.
"move, talk, do anything, ill kill you, understand?"
Your voice was quiet but authoritative, a harsh tone that was rarely heard. Joe nodded his head hesitantly. Just as you where steadying yourself to rise from your crouched position his mouth opened.
"ANDY THERES PEOPLE BACK HE-"
His sentence finished with a gurgling sound as you stuck the knife into his throat. Daryl took out his cross bow and you both rose, gazes meeting determinately, you where getting out of here.
The other men quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and after eyeing their friends dead body the glint of revenge in their eyes was piercing, and for a second it was silent.
A searing pain erupted in your shoulder, the feeling spreading like fire all around you body and you firmly grasped where the feeling resided, trying desperately to stop the sensation. You felt a warm liquid covered your hand just as your other senses came into focus, the sound of fighting, the smell of gunpowder, that motherfucker had shot you.
Forcing your self to steady your hands around the grip of your knife you scanned your surrounding. Daryl was fist fighting a man on the floor, his cross bow thrown feet away by his enemy. Your feet scrambled to get close to him, to help him but a force interrupted you. Tackling you to the ground, one of the men pinning your hand with his knees as he threw punches at you.
Thinking as fast as you could in your slightly delirious state and desperate to escape his grasp, you jammed your knee between his legs.
"YOU FUCKIN BITCH"
Howling in pain and yelling profanities it caused his friend to notice the commotion. Whipping out his gun the man who had been attacking daryl not pointed the weapon at him, then he spoke.
"Now no one else here has to die. You just put down your weapons, give us your bags and leave"
With no other choice, Daryl being held at gunpoint, you slowly laid your knife down and painfully adjusting your still bleeding shoulder, dropped your backpack too.
"Good good"
The man waved the gun at the arched in a gesture for him to remove any weapons or supplies as well. Begrudgingly he did, and the enemy kicked his stuff away to the wall with yours.
"Now I said no one has to die.."
He trailed of slightly, holding his gun casual as the other man behind you finally stood up, blocking you from running.
"Buuuuut, you killed Joe" He now pointed his weapon at you, finger on the trigger.
"So your gunna die anyway"
"NO" Daryl suddenly jumped up just as he was about the squeeze the trigger. The archer grabbed him by the side, pushing him down to the ground just as the shot fired. The ringing noise echoed along with the bloody sounds of someone getting shot in the neck.
Slowly turning behind you, the blood splattered onto your already stained clothes and face. The man who had attached you earlier, dead against the wall. Your eyes quickly traced back to where daryl lay, desperately holding his attacker away, his knife beginning to press into his chest.
"Y/N FUCKING RUN" He yelled and you could here the slight edge of desperateness in his voice, he wanted you to get out alive even if he died. But you and daryl where a pair, a packaged deal, and you weren't going to leave him behind just because he told you to.
"NO!"
Lunging at the man above him you knocked the knife out of his hand, with no weapon in yours and not thinking clearly from blood loss and shock you just hit, blows to his face coming without you even recognizing you where throwing them. You didnt stop until a pair of firm but gentle arms wrapped around you, pulling you back from the dead man.
"Shh sunshine its alrigh', just breath its ok"
His gravely voice came from behind you and your heart rate slowed, the pain was catching up to you and a slight whimper left you mouth. Daryl turned you around and held your body to move you away from the dead ones. Brushing your hair out of your face he comforted you.
"Im here, your here, we're ok"
And you where, even with a bullet wound in your shoulder and both of your faces bruised, you where ok, you where together.
"Are you ok?"
Your voice was weak from the screaming you hadnt realized had left your throat before.
"Your shot and your askin me if Im ok?" His mouth tilted up in the slightest ghost of a smile, removing the ripped part of your shirt to asses the damage.
"Well If worry about you Dixon"
His eyes where soft, cleaning the blood from you wound and covering it will all the bandages he could, knowing you wouldn't be able to get proper help until they got back to Alexandria it was all he could do.
"I worry bout you too dumbass, you could have got yourself killed"
"It was for a good cause, I wasn't leavin' you that easy" And you laughed, it hurt like bitch when the sound it echoed through your shoulder but you didn't mind, and he smiled too, so it was worth it.
#twd angst#twd fluff#daryl dixion x reader#daryl dixon#the walking dead#daryl dixon fluff#twd fanfiction
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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2001): Vrack 2
Whew...
Well, after Equinox, I guess it’s time to take a step back and play something easier I say. Now, let’s relax, and play another WAD on the list.
One “Vrack 2” playthrough later
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Well shit.
#7: Vrack 2
Main author(s): Fredrik Johansson
Release date: March 24th (original release), December 14th (version B)
Version(s) played: B/1.1
Required port compatibility: Boom
Levels: 1 (MAP01 replacement)
Coming from the list of WADs that are part of the series where I break chronological order (or something that is even worse named) we have Vrack 2, a sequel map to the original Vrack from 2000 that I didn’t play because it’s not on the Top 100 list. This map though, as the previous WAD on the list of the top 10 WADs of 2001, is hard. Not as hard as Equinox, but still hard. Let’s find out why it’s like that and if its good.
Story: After the events of the previous map, you end up in the base that belongs to the titular V.r.a.c.k. space station system (controlled by the UAC ‘tards who made the demon mess since the beginning). Your task: Rip and Tear. And that’s it.
Read the textfile by the way. It has many interesting things about this map.
Vrack 2 is basically one, giant space station, and in my opinion, it looks good. While this map is dominated by grey textures, there are times when its architecture basically looks freaking astonishingly. Seriously. Just take a look at the main hangar area or the room with the yellow keycard. When this map shows its beauty, it shows. Some small addition with the case of custom textures is also a nice touch.
The music track is also good. I feel like I heard it in one of the previous WADs that I played, but I can’t pinpoint where.
Vrack 2 is a really big map. You will definitely get lost during your blind run. And while it’s not really that complicated to finish, even if you know where to go, which key to get next, and where the secrets are, the layout in some parts might still confuse you.
I would also like to mention that getting at least half of a key six-pack is interesting. To show you the biggest case, the last key to get, the yellow keycard, is surrounded by toxic goo, fences, and Revenants. The fences are diversion. The only way to get the key is to wait around dozens of seconds for the second teleporter to reveal itself. By using it, you will get the key. As for the goo, don’t worry, there is a secret Invulnerability near the teleporter that leads there and also a Rad Suit in the first teleporter available in the key room.
There is also a case with a fake exit switch. So you better get your BFG ready if you have found the secret that leads towards it. Before pressing the real exit switch, however, you can open up a part of a wall with the teleporter that will lead you back to the first area of the map where you can get an Easter egg while coming back to the exit.
Now let me remind you again that this map is hard. I mean come on, it has 555 enemies on Hurt Me Plenty. And not just some low-tier trash but armies of mid-tier beasts. There are 3 or 4 cases where you will be fighting a LITERAL CLOUD OF CACOS! Like holy fucking shit! Good thing that in two of these cases there is a Cyberdemon too, just so you could later deal with both of these problems easier.
Thankfully, there are many Megaspheres, Soulspheres and blue armors for you spread across the map, so I don’t think there will be that much of a problem with health and armor if you are good at dodging. And, unlike Equinox, you don’t have to really worry about ammo, especially for the Rocket Launcher.
And that’s basically all I have to say about Vrack 2 I think. This map surprised me, not only in terms of its difficulty but also in terms of quality. I was expecting something worse but then it all ended up with me having a lot of fun while playing this map. It’s yet another case of a map/WAD worth checking out.
Next time on this shitshow, we will be checking out something that might surprise you with what awards the next map got for the lack of better words.
See you all next time.
Bye!
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Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo
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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.
"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh
"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.
"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.
I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.
And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.
I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.
It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.
I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.
"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.
"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.
Excuse me I'm what? 😃
"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.
"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.
"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.
"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.
Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?
"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.
"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.
"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.
Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.
Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.
"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.
"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.
"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.
"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.
"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.
"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.
"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.
"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.
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"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.
"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.
"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.
"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.
"Working out?" I smirked.
"S-shut up" He blushed.
"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.
"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.
"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.
"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.
"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.
"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.
"No it's not."
"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.
"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.
"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.
I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.
"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.
"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.
"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.
"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.
"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.
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The Predicament
Prompt: from @october505, I can't get the thought out of my head where Mike is a younger alpha trying to deal with your heat for the first time. Walt, and maybe Sy (both alphas too) are there to guide him through. Just a/b/o stuff.
Characters: Alpha!Mike, Alpha!Walter Marshall, Alpha!Captain Syverson, Fem!Omega!reader. Whew get your holes ready.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, swearing, smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), size kink, knotting, bodily fluids, like a lot of them, just...so much come
A/N: Okay y’all. I’ve never written an a/b/o fic before so please don’t judge too harshly. If I got some details wrong I’m sorry, but this was certainly fun to explore! Written from the reader’s perspective to fit the prompt, however there are size and gender specifics mentioned, so I apologize that it isn’t entirely inclusive. Credit for Mike calling Walter “Boss” goes to @hope-to-hell.
When you’d purchased the little fixer-upper ranch home, you’d seen an opportunity to gain a little independence. A way to work toward something that belonged to you, that you could make fit your needs. Maybe it had been a small defiance on your part, to show that you could still do what anyone else could, despite your status as a small omega.
It turned out to be quite a different story though. The little house needed far more work than you had expected, and you quickly realized you were in over your head. It was time to hire out some help. A lot of help. A few newspaper ads and phone calls later, and you’d found what seemed to be the perfect crew.
The three large alphas had started their own construction business, looking for jobs to showcase their work and get their business off the ground. They were relatively new to the area too. A retired police detective and army Captain, both gruff, hairy, and in their 30’s, as well as the younger one, fresh out of college in his mid 20’s with an English degree and no idea what to do with it yet. After they’d offered to cut you a deal, being one of their first customers, you’d agreed to hire them quickly. That was how you’d found yourself in this predicament.
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Your heat started slowly. At first you barely recognized it as what it was. You’d been outside in the summer sun the last two days, supervising the work the three men were doing on your home, so when the sweat began gathering at the back of your neck, you hadn’t given it much thought. And when that sweat had turned to a full body flush by the second afternoon, you figured perhaps you’d had a bit too much sun, and excused yourself inside for a cool drink.
It helped. Briefly.
Thinking you’d cured your ails, and eager to get back to proving you could be helpful, you made your way to the open front doorway where the three large men were currently arguing over the length of screws needed for the porch boards.
“What’s the prob...lem...uhm…?”
You stuttered over your query as you drew closer, the force of their gathered pheromones hitting you like a brick wall. The sheen of sweat coating their large bodies only amplified the scent, and your head immediately began to swim. Something stirred low in your belly as all three turned to look at you.
“I, uhm...how’s it coming out here? I…thought I’d...check…” your speech slowed as your core heated further and you realized exactly what was happening. Their stares intensified as their bodies turned toward you.
“You feelin’ alright darlin’?” the Captain asked, taking a step toward you, only to stop abruptly as his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. His look of concern quickly changed to one of hunger. A quiet growl rumbled from his chest unintentionally, causing a shiver to course through your body. You hadn’t noticed the other two drawing nearer, but you heard Walter’s deep baritone wash over you.
“Go back inside, omega.”
The command had you baring your neck on instinct before you caught yourself, a breathy sigh escaping your lips.
To your right, the younger one, Michael, rested his forearm against the doorframe, leaning closer. “I don’t know, Boss...I think I like her right where she is.”
Walter’s large hand gripped the back of his neck, causing Mike’s eyes to widen slightly as he was pulled back. He growled at the larger alpha but didn’t fight, his eyes still trained on you. The Captain still hadn’t moved from in front of you, his eyes intense and dark. When he spoke, his voice was gravel, as though he was fighting with himself to pull the words from his own throat.
“Inside. Lock the door.”
You were grateful for the repeated command, because you didn’t think your feet would have moved on their own. After an eyeful of the three men, their sweat covered muscles, and the two beards that screamed virility, you’d had to fight every instinct within yourself not to beg them to help with your current predicament. You barely managed to close the door, glaring at the lock as you turned the tumbler.
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“We clean up, we leave. No lingering,” Walter barked out, tension clear in the tendons straining in his arms as he gathered up supplies.
“Boss.”
“No, Mike. Walt’s right, time to go,” Sy stated, struggling against his baser brain to do what needed done. “We’ll come back in a few days to start working again.”
“A few days?? You’re just gonna let her suffer in there? God she smells so fucking good. She needs a knot right now.”
Walter let out a low warning growl, but Mike’s instincts were weighing over his reason. He growled back, almost instantly receiving a smack upside the back of his head from Sy.
“Walt could knock you flat in half a minute. Now get your head on straight Mikey. She’s an unclaimed omega.”
“I’ve been with omegas before.”
“You’ve never taken an omega in heat before. You’d lose your yourself quick and probably do something stupid, try to bite her.”
“I would not, come on. You scented her, I know you did. She needs us.”
Listening to them from the window, your heat-addled brain agreed vehemently with Michael. You didn’t want them to go. They could fix this for you. Why were they leaving?
Get it together, you chastised yourself, letting out a heaving sigh. They were right. You should just lock yourself up in your room and let this pass. That sounded like the right thing to do. That sounds like torture.
You nearly keened as you heard the doors of their truck slam shut and the tires crunch over gravel as they drove away.
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As it turned out, a few days only made it worse. Their scents were everywhere, marking each area of the house they’d been working in, driving you absolutely insane. Everything was too hot and you’d reduced yourself to wearing nothing but a thin camisole and panties. Your fingers gave little to no relief in your heat. You wanted one thing and one thing only. Well...three things. You were nearly feral by the time they returned.
When the sound of voices came from the porch, announcing their arrival, you would have ripped the door off its hinges in your haste if you could have. As it were, seeing Walter standing in the opening with his fist raised to knock, biceps bulging under his thin grey tee, you were reduced to a single word.
“Alpha.” The word was nothing more than a broken whine.
His eyes darkened, seeing you no more well off than they’d left you, hair mussed and the scent of your slick heat strong around you. “Fuck.”
“Told you she needed us,” Mike growled as he shoved past Walter and strode up to you. His hand captured your chin, tilting your head to nose at your neck, dragging in a lungful of your scent. “I’m going to help you, little one. Would you like that?”
You could only manage a small whimper, nodding your head as your thighs coated with your arousal at his nearness. Your hands unconsciously gripped at his shirt, pulling uselessly at his larger frame. He chuckled darkly.
The Captain belatedly joined the other two in the doorway, surprise coating his features as he took in the sight and scent of you before his chest heaved in a large breath and he groaned.
“Fuckin’ hell. She still not out of it?”
“Not even close,” Walter gritted out, the clear outline of his erection pressing against his jeans. “It would seem we did a disservice after all, leaving her here.”
“Damn right we did. I suppose Mike had the right of it after all,” Sy said, moving closer. His large frame crowded close to you from behind, his beard tickling your cheek as he drew in a deep breath of your scent. You could feel his hard length press into your back as he leaned into you. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet little peach. Shouldn’t’ve made you suffer here all alone.”
Mike’s hands were exploring your body lazily, but he glared at Sy when he touched you, earning a rumble in response from the bull of a man. Walter, easily the largest and most dangerous of the three, seemed to exercise the most control of himself, although even he seemed to be losing the battle. “Enough. She chooses if she wants this.”
The aggression in the air was doing nothing to tame your desperate need to be fucked, so you dug your nails into Mike’s chest through his shirt. “Need you. Now. All of you.”
“Mmm feisty. Don’t worry Sweetcheeks. No more waiting,” Mike said, lifting you up, which allowed you to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing your still-clothed core against his aching bulge. “We’re gonna take good care of you.” He started toward the stairs that would lead to your room, the other two close behind.
Bodily tossing your small frame onto the bed, Mike roughly pulled his shirt over his head, his plush lips stretching wide over white teeth in a wicked, feral grin.
Leaning over you as his hands gripped your shirt and pulled it up, he murmured, “I’m gonna fill you up babe, gonna give you everything you need.”
You could only whimper in response, too far gone in your heat and the excitement of having the three of them there. You arched up as he freed you of your shirt, exposing your breasts to him, begging without words. As he took one into his mouth, a large hand snaked into your hair, tilting your head up to the Captain’s awaiting mouth. He kissed you harsh and deep, tongue tasting you, and you gripped the back of his head to keep him close. Another large hand gripped your other breast before trailing down to your soaked core.
You broke the kiss with Sy, a whine escaping your lips. “No more teasing. Please. I need...now.”
That earned a collective sound of want from the men surrounding you. Mike pulled back, shucking out of his jeans and boxers, his length jutting proudly as he took himself to hand. Walter’s exploring hands went to your panties, tearing them from your body, only to be quickly replaced by Sy’s thick fingers pushing into you.
“God damn Sugar, drippin’ wet for us. You need a knot in you?”
You whined and nodded pathetically, thrusting your hips up against his hand, earning a lusty moan from him. “So fuckin’ eager. Look at you.”
“Move your hand, Sy,” Mike growled. You watched as Sy pulled his fingers from you, using his other hand to free his erection from his jeans before coating his length in your slick, pumping his fist with a groan. Mike’s eager hands flipped you over onto your stomach before pulling your hips back so you settled onto your knees.
The bed dipped, and you looked up to see Walter’s thick, hairy thighs kneeling in front of you, his impressive cock hanging heavy and hard right in your line of vision. You weren’t even sure when he’d shed his clothes, but you couldn’t even think to question it right then. His hand tilted your chin up. Swiping a thumb over the precome coating his tip, he pressed it past your lips and against your tongue. “Suck.”
You did exactly as told, savoring the taste of him as you felt Mike press against your entrance. You bucked against him in need, mewling around Walter’s thumb. “Easy, darling. Let Michael take care of you.”
Your entrance was slick and ready, and he pressed in with a groan. The feeling of finally being full was overwhelming. You’d needed this for so long. You cried out, moving against him, pulling the most delicious sounds from his throat.
As Mike’s hips began to pump, Walter lined his cock up with your mouth, which you gratefully opened to allow him in. The rocking thrusts from behind became more fervent at the sight of you sucking eagerly on Walter’s offering, drawing forth groans from both men. The Captain’s hand played idly with your nipples while he continued to stroke himself, cock coated in your sweet slick.
“Remember, Michael. No biting,” Walt rumbled. “Careful when you tie her. She’s your responsibility right now.”
The rules buzzed in Mike’s ear as his knot began to grow. He knew he had to exercise some control, but as he felt himself swelling with each thrust, his eyes traveled to the sweet, delicate skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He pressed his nose against it, inhaling deeply. Each pump of his hips was pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat, driving him closer and closer to release. He let his teeth graze over your skin, reveling in the feel of your tight warmth. His fingers gripped your hips like iron, pulling you back against his groin, begging entrance for his knot as your cunt struggled to accommodate. He nearly lost all reason as it finally pushed past your entrance and he felt your walls grip around the impossible stretch. The need to claim you overwhelmed him.
Just as his teeth began to apply pressure, he felt thick, strong fingers thread through his hair and grip tight, pulling his head back in a cruel arch. Walter loomed above you both, cock deep in your throat, his eyes boring into Michael’s. “No. Biting.”
The words rumbled from his chest, and the combined sensation of the pain in Mike’s scalp and the fluttering of your cunt were enough to push him over the edge. You cried out around Walter’s cock as Mike thrust his knot in as deep as it would go, locking himself to you. He let out a deep groan as his sac drew tight and he began to release inside you, thick ropes of come spilling into you. The searing warmth of his seed filling you made your walls clench impossibly tight, your vision whitening as your climax consumed you.
Watching you fall apart around Mike was enough to bring Walter over the edge. He thrust deep into your mouth, his cock brushing the back of your throat as he came, feeding you his come as his knot swelled outside of your lips. You swallowed eagerly, the taste prolonging your earlier bliss, causing you to clench again around Michael’s knot. He groaned, spilling more come, making small desperate attempts to thrust despite being locked in place. When he was finished, Walter moved from his place, making room for Sy as he stroked himself to completion. Mike wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you up against his chest to expose your breasts to Sy, who came with a grunt, one hand squeezing at his knot while the other stroked in a stuttering rhythm, spattering your breasts and chin with his spend.
Walter ran his large fingers over your come-covered breasts, feeding you the other Alpha’s seed before he leaned in to kiss you deeply. When he pulled back, his lips remained on yours, his low voice whispering, “What a good little omega you are.”
Your heart warmed at his praise while your body nearly collapsed from the exhaustion of taking on the pleasure of three alphas at once. Mike’s arms were the only thing keeping you upright at this point.
Sy settled himself on one side of the bed, Walt on the other, leaving space for Mike to lower you down in the center and curl around you, still tied together. They petted and purred, praising you for taking them so well. Cuddled in a cocoon of sated alpha, your heat settled for a short time.
Mike whispered in your ear as you drifted into a hazy sleep, “Get your rest Sweetcheeks. We’ve still got plenty of work to do.”
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[IMAGE ID; a digital drawing of Martin Blackwood carrying Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat freckled white man with curly ginger hair that is shaved close at the sides. He has a pair of round framed glasses in a bright red, under the glasses he is wearing eyeliner, and a navy eyeshadow. He has black lipstick, two black snakebite piercings under his lip, and a small black nostril piercing. His ear has a large black piercing that cuffs a chain to a small black piercing higher up his ear, and one final black piercing in the middle. He has a black choker, and then a looser chain necklace with an eye ornament on it. He has a studded lather jacket on that is covered in multiple patches and pins, mostly hidden by Jon: of the visible pins there is a trans flag patch on his chest, and on his shoulder is a large dark colored patch that has A-C-A-B on it in white. Under the Jacket is a black shirt that he has partly tucked into his pants, the shirt has a large anarchy symbol drawn on it in red. Under that he is wearing jeans that are significantly ripped as far as we can see. On his right hand he has several black rings, and his nails are painted black. Jon is a skinny Jordanian man with brown eyes and shoulder-length grey-streaked dark brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail at the base of his neck. He has a beard beginning to grow that appears to be the product of forgetting to shave. He is covered in a series of small round scars that vary in exact size. He is wearing a pair of rectangle-framed glasses, a plain t-shirt, a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee, and converse. Martin is carrying Jon bridal style in his arms, and is looking away, he is blushing, though his expression is concerned and appears to be speaking. Jon has his arms wrapped around Martins neck, his cheeks are darkened and he is staring at hte ground with an expression somewhere between fear and the face one makes when they’re having to retrace every step they’ve taken to get here. END ID]
Punk Martin but make it Jonmartin.
Also I wrote a lil thing to go along with this under the cut, its only barely edited because it was mostly for fun so be warned its a big ol mess! But its s2 jonmartin nonsense with Martin being very cool and attractive and Jon being seven layers deep in denial (Also I may have written Jon as a touch autistic because its projection hours tonight i’m too sleepy to mask and that goes for writing too babey)
(Mentions of worms, past injuries, and Jon dealing with some internalised ableism and general foolishness)
Jon forgot his cane.
It’s a relatively regular occurrence, for a multitude of reasons. For one thing it’s something of a recent addition to the list of things he needs to keep track of when he leaves the house. Another lovely parting gift from Prentiss, a worm in his left leg that went just quick enough to start burrowing into the bone before it was removed.
For another, he really has other things to worry about. And if it doesn’t hurt, it shouldn’t matter. Most days he can get by just fine without it- it hurts of course. But not so much he can’t support himself, and really, does he need it otherwise?
Martin and Tim don’t seem to agree, though Sasha has kept respectfully to herself on the whole business. Martin, of course, he trusts. Albeit only recently. But that doesn’t make him right, his priorities are warped. Naturally. He doesn’t see the bigger picture.
(or at least that’s what Jon tells himself)
Which is what leads to this moment, sitting on a bench outside the shop, single grocery bag by his feet. He’d only run out to get a few things, but somewhere between the his flat the the shop his barely visible limp had become more pronounced as his hip began to throb, then he was halfway through the frozens when he realized he wasn’t going to be able to finish the trip. After that he’d barely made it through checkout to the nearest seat before all but collapsing into it.
And now he’s sitting, stuck. An insurmountable walk from home, without his stupid cane. Which, he notes, he wouldn’t need if he’d brought in the first place. Funny how that works.
“Jon?” A familiar voice jolts him out of his thoughts. Jon jolts upright. Martin.
He knows Martin lives in the area, a side effect of his... investigations. Though he was unaware he used the same shop. He looks up, a greeting or perhaps a question on his lips that dies as soon as he actually lays eyes on Martin.
Martin is wearing a leather jacket. Not just a leather jacket of course, but that’s the first thing Jon can process. He’s wearing a studded leather jacket covered in various patches that advertise various opinions and identities that Jon doesn’t have time to think about. His jeans are about as much rip as they are Jean, and he’s got piercings- and eyeliner. he’s dressed like he should be riding a motorcycle, not the beat-up red bike he’s got beside him.
“Are you alright?” Martin says, and Jon realizes he’s been staring.
“Are you going to a costume party?” Jon blurts instead of answering. A costume party would make sense, of course. Martin doesn’t dress like this, he dresses like- like-
It occurs to him dimly that he’s never encountered Martin outside of work, at least never in a scenario that would allow him to change out of his work clothes. And some part of him has always assumed that sweaters and khakis were simply how he dressed. It suited him, really. Or Jon had assumed, but then again he assumed anything familiar is suiting.
“Wh- A- no?” Martin answers, looking vaguely offended. Jon flushes.
“I- sorry, I just- I’ve... I didn’t think you seemed the type to dress... like that...?” Jon fumbles, pathetically trying to salvage the conversation. Judging by Martins expression, he’s failing.
Martin opens his mouth to say something, and Jon realizes there’s likely no coming back from this particular mortification. He snatches the bag by his feet and moves to stand. Some excuse already tumbling out when the reason for his sit-down, which had dulled to a shockingly forgettable throb, decides to remind him of his place in the world.
He lets out a cry of pain, and crumples. Only stopped from hitting the ground by a pair of arms that wrap around his chest and under his shoulder.
“Oh my god, Jon. Are you alright- what- is it your leg? Where’s your cane-” Martin babbles, Gently replacing Jon on his bench as Jon breathes through gritted teeth.
“It’s fine- i’m fine Martin I-” he sighs, studiously avoiding Martins gaze. “My cane is at home.” He tries not to sound chastised as he says the last part- he shouldn’t have to after all. He’s still Martins boss. He shouldn’t be looking away like he’s been caught at something.
“Jon” Martin sounds exasperated, and Jon crosses his arms. Once again, nothing like someone being scolded. He’s not being scolded. He’s an adult. “How long have you been sitting here like this?”
“I...” Jon begins before trailing off, he’s not actually sure. The period between sitting on the bench and the pain dulling enough for him to think through the fog is something is a blur. He is pretty sure someone asked if he was alright at some point. His lack of answer seems to be enough for Martin though.
“Just give me a moment.” He says, stepping away from Jon over to his bike- which has fallen over onto the ground -pulling it upright and over to Jon on the bench. He pushes down the rusted kickstand with a hearty kick- and Jon briefly notes he’s wearing steel-toed boots -and sets the bike gently upright.
“Okay, so! If you sit on the bike I can push it, and you can get home and rest that leg without jostling it too much by trying to walk without your cane.” He says pointedly. Jon makes a face,
“This... this really isn’t necessary Martin- I’m perfectly capable-” He grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. But a glance at Martins expression shuts him up quick.
“Do you think you can stand?” He asks. Jon pauses, the memory of the white-hot flash of pain still fresh in his mind. He grimaces, shaking his head. Martin hums thoughtfully. “Alright, would you be alright if I picked you up? Just for a moment to get you on the bike” He asks carefully.
Jon hesitates, looking between Martin and the bike. And weighs his options. After several seconds he nods. Martin smiles, and Jon feels something in his chest flutter. Anxiety at his decision most likely. Or perhaps nerves in relation to sitting on a bike, he’s never ridden one- of course Martin will be doing all the work but surely there’s some sort of balance required isn’t there? Really he shouldn’t be riding a bike like this-
Those thoughts are all swept away at the feeling of large warm hands gently scooping him off the bench. He instinctively throws his arms around Martins neck for support as he’s lifted into the air.
He can feel Martins chest warm against his side as Martin holds him close, one hand on his shoulder and the other supporting his legs. He’s being cradled by his subordinate, carefully as so not to jostle his leg. And all he can think about is how warm Martin is. He’s large and soft despite all the sharper accessories and he smells a bit like leather and tea on top of whatever soap he uses. Probably something that Jon wouldn’t be able to name with a gun to his head. And Jon can see the freckles on Martins cheeks and neck close enough to count if he wanted to even as he looks away, saying something Jon can’t quite parse because he’s too busy reeling from the realization he’d be happy to sit in Martins arms like this for the rest of his life.
His face goes hot and he forces himself to look down at the ground. The pain is clearly messing with his head, or perhaps the sleep deprivation. Or perhaps he’s still riding the high from that moment of realization that Martin isn’t trying to kill him, that he can trust him.
Either way he’s not thinking straight, which is why he’s dissapointed instead of relieved when Martin gently places him on the bike with the exact amount of care he took in picking him up. Which shouldn’t make him feel so oddly jittery but it does.
The ride is quiet, aside from awkward instructions from Jon on where to turn as Martin guides them carefully along the sidewalk. They miss a turn once because Jons too preoccupied with the feeling of Martins arm bumping against his shoulder as he guides the bike.
And then they’re at Jons flat, and Jon once again feels that misplaced disappointment. He wonders if perhaps Martin will carry him up to his flat, and his face burns again as the silliness of the thought hits him.
Martin does very, very briefly lift him to help him off the bike when he stumbles. But his leg has recovered enough that he can make it up to his flat without assistance, or so he tells Martin. Who looks unconvinced.
“Let me at least walk with you, yea? That way I know for sure you got home safe.” He insists, and Jon forced himself to be displeased with the situation.
It ends up being a good thing Martin came along though, a partway up the steps the railing is no longer enough to support Jon, and he ends up half-carried the rest of the way. Martins arm under his shoulder, his own loops around Martins back, gripping the jacket for support. He can feel his head drifting at the contact- Martin is just so damned warm and safe and Martin it’s impossible not to get distacted.
He forces himself to think about something else, anything else. The jacket- he can feel the leather under his fingertips and it’s as good distraction as any.
It’s a nice jacket, really. Clearly well-worn. And it does suit Martin, in an odd sort-of way.
Jon winces internally, remembering the conversation from earlier. He hadn’t meant to come off so... well. It doesn’t matter. Except that it does, even though it doesn’t, but it does.
Once they reach Jons door, he pushes off of Martin to lean on the wall while he fumbles for his keys. Martin lingers as he does so, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in the silence.
Jon finds his keys and sighs in relief as the door swings open.
He nearly wanders inside and shuts the door before remembering basic human etiquette. He pauses in the doorway, turning to Martin. Who smiles awkwardly.
“Thank you.” He says stiffly, still leaning heavily on the doorframe. “That was... very kind. Of you.” Martin shakes his head.
“It’s nothing, really. Couldn’t exactly just leave you there, could I?”
Jon shifts awkwardly, wincing at the brief weight on his leg. He’s right of course, morally at least. If not logically.
“I... I suppose not.” He says, hesitating before adding “I’m sorry.”
“Look, Jon. I already said it’s fine-”
“No-” Jon grimaces “not for that. I- I meant... for what I said. About your clothes. They don’t... I just- I didn’t expect it, and I may have come off as... rude.” He mutters
“Oh.” Martin says flatly, Jons sure he’d forgotten about that until just now, and he wishes he could have kept it that way.
“they do suit you, though.” He says, after an awkward pause. “Your clothes, I mean. It looks- you look nice.” he finishes as genuinely as he can- he does mean it. Of course, he just doesn’t know how to make it sound like he does.
“Oh” Martin says again, brightening slightly, his cheeks going blotchy red in a blush. “I- er- thank you...? I suppose?”
“Yes. Well. Your welcome, I suppose.” There’s another awkward pause, Martin isn’t quite smiling at Jon, but there’s something soft in his expression Jon can’t quite parse. “ Have a good day, Martin.” He says finally, after a long pause. Martins cheeks redden again.
“Oh- yeah, er. You too Jon- and take care of yourself. Alright?”
Jon nods, and Martin smiles. And Jon thinks he’d like to see Martin smile a bit more.
He waves as Martin heads down the stairs, he can hear Martin humming as he goes.
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Revenge is best served Small
Reader x Fred Weasley
Reader x George Weasley
NO TWINCEST!!
SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!
(Just to make this less awkward on all of us, yes I am clearly going through some stuff, and yes everyone enjoys what happens to them in this, even if it's reluctantly. Nothing unconsensual. 6,486 words)
[There’s a comment on this post that perfectly summarises it: “i have no idea what just happened to me all i know is that i will never be the same after reading this” so... read at your own risk my dudes, I am so sorry]
You slam a fist into the common room desk, glaring down at your potions homework with enough anger to perform the killing curse on it. Or maybe crucio would be better, just so the homework can suffer all the same pains it's inflicting on you.
A chair at the table scraps against the floor with someone plonking themselves on it. You look up to see Fred Weasley, leaning over the desk to stare down at your paper, "Having trouble with your potions essay?" He asks, evidently just to piss you off because it's pretty obvious you were.
"Bugger off, Weasley. We can't all pay zero attention during class and still get perfect grades" you focus back on your work, but not fast enough to miss Fred's shit eating grin.
"Still mad I got a better grade on our end of semester test?"
"No!" You snap back, perhaps a little too quickly. It made the ginger chuckle. You and the twins had been good friends since first year, but it infuriated you to no end every time they got a good grade, because you just knew it was all talent and no effort.
The twin crossed his arms and leant them on the table, scooting closer to you, "Not that I don't love the look of anger on your face, but why does it annoy you so much? You've been going on about this for six years"
"It doesn't matter, I just wanna get this stupid essay over with!" you complain, throwing your quill on the desk, "Where's your brother, anyway? He said he would help me."
Fred pats your head and sighs, "Ditched by your own boyfriend? There's tragic..." You knew he was just being a prick, Fred always did enjoyed teasing you, but you hadn't seen George all day. It was beginning to worry you. Besides, you two had made it a tradition to do your potions homework together ever since third year.
"He actually sent me here to apologise. He's at tonight's party up in Ravenclaw tower. The ol' sod's drunk a bit too much to help out I'm afraid"
You sit up and frown, the anger being pushed to the back of your mind out of newfound sadness, "Oh... he could have at least told me he was going to the party..."
Fred nods sympathetically, but eventually grins and scoots closer, "In the meantime, how about a deal?" You'll be getting whiplash from all these emotions. First anger, then hurt, and now Fred was making you highly suspicious. He has that expression he gets when dreaming up a crazy plan.
"If you help me with a little scheme I've concocted, I'll help you finish your essay" he continues since the only reaction you initially gave was a squint.
"What kind of scheme?"
He drums the table, bitting back a smile that might warn you off, "I've come up with a new product idea, but in order to make it, I need a very rare ingredient that can only be found in one place"
You sigh, resting your cheek against your raised fist, "Snape's supply closet..."
He points at you like in charades, "Exactly!"
"How do I know you'll actually help me? Making a deal with you is a bit like making a deal with the devil"
"We'll get the essay done tonight!" He declares, spinning the paper to face him, and picking up a nearby quill, "Then tomorrow, you'll help me get the potion"
After a fair amount of consideration, you nod, "Alright, deal!"
"Remind me again what the plan is?" You and Fred were stood in the women's bathroom on the first floor, a bathroom you generally tried to avoid as it was occupied by a particularly annoying ghost called Moaning Myrtle. She didn't seem to be revealing herself though, which you assumed had something to do with Fred teasing her about her nickname and the... other connotations "moaning" has.
Fred took a small vial from his trouser pocket. The contents were green and bubbling, "First, I'll drink this shrinking potion, then you'll take me in your robe pocket all the way to Snape's classroom and put me on the third shelf up next to his supply closet. I'll sneak in through the hole my brother and I drilled there years ago, grab the bottle and get out!"
"You mean you and George have done this before?" you asked, watching as he set the bottle down on the edge of the sink, taking off his robe to hang it over the cubicle wall
He turned back to watch him roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, "Yeah, every now and then if we need tough to find ingredients"
"And what exactly do I do?"
"Well, while I'm getting the bottle, you keep an ear out for Snape, then when I get out, you grab me and the bottle, put me in your robes and bring us back here so I can have my regrowth potion" he pulls another vial out of his pocket which is red and shiny.
"Sound good" you say, while he plonks the potion back into his pocket, and pops off the cork on the shrinking one.
"Bottoms up" he says, and downs the contents. The second he does, Fred begins to shrink! His clothes, thankfully, shrink down in size with him, until finally, he was no bigger than your pinky.
"Wow!" You exclaim, squatting down, "This is super dangerous. I could step on you."
"Please don't..." Fred mutters, his pitch the exact same despite his small size, just a bit quieter due to the distance and size of his mouth and all that. Damn, TV and movies have lied to you. A look of mild horror suddenly adorns Fred's face as he pulls something out from his trouser pocket. It's so small, you had trouble realising it was his regrowth potion, "Oh bugger! I forgot about that..."
You were tempted to lie down on your stomach and be as close as you could to eye level, but you doubted that would be very sanitary on the bathroom floor, "What's wrong?"
"I just realised I let the potion shrink with me! Now it won't work! It'll only grow me back to the size of a foot, if we're lucky"
"Speaking from experience?"
"Unfortunately." he shivers, "But it's okay, we'll just have to stop off at my room afterwards to get some more. I always make extra if I can afford to"
"Well that's good. Ready to go?"
"Absolutely" he held up his arms and you scooped him up like you would a wand. You got to your feet and were about to place him in your pocket when you noticed you still had your potions essay folded up inside. Fred had helped you finish it last night, the legend. Took you until 4 am to finish writing it.
You put him in your breast pocket instead, for fear that your robes might fly around too much and he might fall out, or that someone might bump into you and squash him. The breast pocket was at least hidden and safe. Besides, there were still two layers separating him from your actual boobs.
You opened the door and peaked your head through, checking to see if anybody was there. Nobody. Brilliant. Hurrying down the cobbled hallway, you B lined to the stairs leading down to the dungeons, and hurried to the classroom door. You and Fred had a free period right now, so that would explain why it seemed you and he were the only ones not in class. Despite how thankful you were for Fred's help, you wouldn't have skipped lessons to do this, it's risky enough as it is. Fast walking now, you peeped your head into Snape's office, where beyond it lay the door to his private stash.
"He better not come, Fred, or I'll squash you"
"Don't worry, he's in his lesson! Only got one potions teacher"
You thought this over and realised that yeah, there is only one... why the fuck do they only have one teacher for each subject? Do they get breaks? That's unlikely seeing as they have to teach all four houses in all seven years over the span of only five days a week. That's mental that is. Regardless, you would have the time to ponder this later, for now you had a potion to steal. You crept into Snape's office and shut the door, pulling out your wand and enchanting "Colloportus" to lock it behind you.
Fred really knew what he was talking about, because there were indeed shelves next to the closet door. The third one up was even covered with books, and when you grabbed Fred out from your pocket and plonked him on the shelf, he pointed to the dusty copy of 'The Moral Implications of Love Potions' and you took it out to reveal a hole behind it big enough for tiny Fred, “This looks like an interesting read..." you mutter, flipping over to read the blurb. There was a mini scoff, and by mini you mean it was produced by a mini person.
"Right, well, you have fun reading that, I'll search for the potion. Be back in a second" and he was off, disappearing through the hole. You sigh, fidgeting with anxiety at possibly getting caught. Doesn't make sense though, Snape is in class, he has no reason to come in here. When do lessons end anyway? You glance around for a clock but don't find any. Serves you right for not wearing a watch... would a watch even work at Hogwarts?
You flipped open the book and began reading a random page: Dr Eglantine proposed the following moral dilemma: if two people love each other but are too afraid to admit to one another, is it wrong for one of them to drug the other with love potion? Wizarding philosophers are torn on this issue, and when intercourse is involved, the grey area becomes even larger—
There was a loud bang from outside, which made your heart drop. You scurry over to the door, pressing your ear against the cool wood, holding your breathe in hopes of hearing better. The sound of students filled your ears, but not just a few students having a free period, but a whole herd of them. That could only mean one thing: class had ended... Oh fuck!
"Fred!" you cry out in the quietest panic you can muster, scurrying over to the hole, "Snape is coming."
"Almost... there!" Fred called between grunts, emerging with the bottle. You snatched it up, preparing to despose of it into your pocket when Fred raised a valid argument, "Don't put it in there! Snape will check your pockets when he finds you here!" He began downing his second potion, growing only to the size of a regular sized hand, "Damn"
"Oh, right" you scan your body for another hiding place, then the thought came to you. You shove the vial up your shirt and into your bra.
"Great, now me!" Fred exclaims, raising his arms up.
"I can't put you in my bra! You're too big, he'll see you!" You scoop him, holding his torso like a toothbrush.
He stares up at you in stunned confusion, "Really? That was what was wrong with that plan?"
You realised you ought to have said 'no you pervert I'm not letting you touch my boobs' but now wasn't the time to curse yourself for it. Your heart was hammering with fear, inspecting your body for somewhere to stash him. The doorknob rattled, and the sickeningly familiar tone of Snape's voice cursed that it was locked. Your time was up, there was only one thing for it! You pulled away the elastic of your skirt and stuck him down there,
“WOAH—!" He yelped, hair practically standing on end.
"Just hold onto the elastic along the outside and we should be fine!" You put him onto your outer right thigh, knowing full well that a pair of shorts and a pair of underwear and a whole thigh were separate him from... that.
"Alohamora!" the door swung open just as you were putting the book back, and there stood Snape, in all his emo glory. He froze, clearly having not expected to find anyone inside. Once the shock had left his system, he straightened up and glared at you, “What exactly do you think you are doing?" his nasally voice grilled, doing nothing good for your nerves, which were in absolute tatters at the moment.
"I was looking for you, w-when someone locked me in the class" you scramble, the lie just about the worst you could come up with. You had to remind yourself that Fred was on the outside of your thigh. Considering he was in your skirts at all, that was the most innocent position he could be in. All he had to do was hold on to the elastic of your shorts and you should be fine!
"Why?" he trudged further into the classroom.
"Why was I looking for you or why did someone lock me in the class—?"
"Why were you looking for me?" His booming voice told you that you were on thin ice.
"Ah yes, well, I... I was having trouble with the essay assigned for tomorrow, and thought maybe you could help me"
Snape closed the door and came to lean on his large desk, "Do you really expect me to believe that one of my students, who has never once asked a question in six years, is now asking a question?"
You frown, so suddenly insulted that you almost forgot about Fred on your leg, "Professor Snape, I ask questions all the time"
"Oh, how unmemorable you are then" he sneers, making you fume, "Regardless, I'm going to need to search your pockets"
You sighed, "Yes, sir"
He stalked over to you, holding out a hand for your robes. You pushed the sleeves off each shoulder, removing it, and dumped it into his palm. As he began to examine it, you felt Fred's shoes scrapping against your skin. It's as though he's trying desperately to find a foothold, no doubt still exhausted from having to push the bottle. If he falls, not only will you be caught, but Fred could get seriously injured!
Again, you knew what you had to do but hesitated to do it. As subtly as you could, you extended the elastic of your skirt, took Fred out, then plonked him into your shorts. His entire body went flush against yours, no doubt the skin tight shorts were crushing him. As long as there was no more risk of him falling... Hopefully it wasn't suffocating him though.
"If it's too tight, move" you hissed, keeping your eyes trained on Snape, who unfortunately heard you.
"What did you say?"
"I said—" you took a sharp breath, feeling Fred's back sink further into the fat of your thigh as he pushed away the area of fabric suffocating him, "If it's too tight, move" you repeated loudly for the two men in the room. "The pockets get a bit stuck sometimes so you have to jostle it around a bit" you added to give fake context to an instruction that wasn't even meant for Snape.
The shadowy teacher was evidently confused, but decided to ignore your outburst. Meanwhile, you could feel Fred inching along the front of your thighs, moving closer to your core. This was fine, as you didn't exactly want him to asphyxiate in your shorts, that would be a tragic way to go. You did hope, however, that he wouldn't overshoot his target, and fall into the abyss between the crotch and pant leg. Just as you had thought it, you felt the man slip. You gasped, pressing your legs a little closer together, enough for him to reach out and grab the first piece of fabric he could get his hands on. Unfortunately for the both of you, that piece of fabric were your panties. You wondered whether he knew what he was doing, when he began to scramble onto it, lying down flat onto the crotch like a hammock. Your question was quickly answered by the sensation of his arms sticking into your folds, and the subsequent wriggling of regret.
Sucking in a deep breath, you had to grip the nearby desk with all your might to stop a loud moan escaping your lips. Regardless of how bizarre and awful this situation was, having anything rub against your clit was an arousal waiting to happen. Poor guy must have though those were your shorts he grabbed before... You were just about to dig in and help, when Snape extended your robes back to you. You'd have to walk, with mini Fred mushed into you vagina, all the way to grab it. Praying he might forgive you one day, you stepped forward, effectively compromising Fred's escape, trapping him between your knickers and crack. Talk about getting stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Very well, I will take a look at your homework" and he rounded the desk, unfurling the essay he had taken from your pocket and sitting down in preparation to help. You swallow, approaching the table as he skimmed through it. He paused for a moment to look up, "Well, sit down" he ordered.
Staring down at the chair, you gulped. Every time you sit down during class, the skin tight shorts you wear, under your Hogwarts skirt, ride up into your ass. Having that happen right now is about as undesirable as they come, "Um, I'd rather not, if that's alright with you"
He blinked and looked back down at your work, "Well anyway, the beginning of your essay seems promising." You smiled, that was the part you wrote by yourself. Just wait until he gets to the part Fred helped you with. There were things he told you on the topic that you swore you had never heard before, you'll look like such an expert! Speaking of, the unfortunate blighter had given up on his attempts to leave, probably worried that his efforts might be thwarted again by your moving thighs. He was now using his hands and knees to keep himself pushed away from you. If you thought about it hard enough, you could convince yourself Fred was just a bumpy pad with a tuft of hair on the end... that moved.
Alright now body, I know you're an animal that listens to its instincts more than its brain, but please don't respond the same way you usually do when something— anything is pressing against you. You thought to yourself. We are not creating any new weird kinks today, thank you very much. Besides, the poor guy is going through enough as it is.
"You think Felix Felicis was created by Felix Williams... and that it contains balm, angel's trumpet, bitter root, and a single strawberry cooked under a full moon" he looked up from your work, pinning you with an expression of cold unamusement.
He must be testing you. Fred's a prankster but he isn't a dick... most of the time. He wouldn't. He couldn't! "Yes...?"
"Your Wolfsbane... does it contain any other nonsense ingredients I should know about?"
You froze, as did the guy in your pants. He must have heard, and Merlin have mercy he was going to pay for what he'd done!
This was just like that incident in fourth year all over again! You were in the showers after a quidditch match and Fred snuck in and stole your clothes and towel. When you realised you would had to run butt fucking naked all the way to your room, you were absolutely furious. Fred was lounging in the common room, along with twenty or so other people, and they all watched as you went gunning for the stairs. George felt awful, having not known his brothers prank, and offered to obliviate anyone who talked about it. It was then you realised Fred could be kind of a dick, and George was the man for you.
Fascinated by just how much Fredrick Weasley had fucked you over yet again, you decided to plop down on the chair opposite Snape. The moment you did, the skin tight shorts became skin tight. Fred's entire body went flush against yours, sending a delicious zap up your spine that attempted to summon a moan you coughed back, “Sorry, I wasn't trying to insult you with my work... I got a friend to help and it seems he was just taking the piss" Fred was moving, his chest bumping and smoothing over your clit. You had to actively try not to squeeze your thighs around him to increase the pressure.
George had bought you a dildo once as a "joke" (he just wanted to watch you wank yourself off, the kinky bugger) and you had run it between your folds, but that pailed in comparison to this. This was far better. Fred is made up of so many intricate parts, each of them squirming against you. His legs, for example, were kneading the source of your arousal. His shoes were in there now, using it as a foothold to try and push his way out. It was heavenly.
"Now I might remember you, as the girl with a poor judge of character" Snape interjected, pulling you out of your sexual haze. If the context were different, you might have gotten mad, but you couldn't bring yourself to at the moment. Not while you were getting oh so sweet revenge on a certain someone, "Well, for starters, dragon bone isn't an ingredient in any of these, so we might as well cross that off the list—" he took his red ink and began marking your paper. His voice became a distant drone in the background as you disassociated once against, focusing on how Fred had began shimmying his way to freedom. If only you could quicken his pace. If only you could rock your hips and fuck yourself against him. You weren't available to move, but he certainly was.
Leaving the one hand there on the desk, to rest your chin against, the other snuck under the table and under the hem of your skirt and shorts. Your fingers hovered above him, a little unsure what to do, until the index finger took initiative and pressed down onto his back through the pants. If he wasn't mushed against you before, he sure as hell was now. His hands slap your folds, but you could feel his head angled up for air. He should be fine.
You experiment by pushing him up. There his chin is triggering the most sensitive nerves of your clit! You roll your hips to savour it, using your thumb to squash his head down and create a more prominent friction. The round nature of his face and bumps making up his features created the most delicious rub. You had to loop your feet behind the desk's legs in order to stop your thighs from crushing him. When he slaps you for air, you reluctantly moved your thumb and pushed his body down. Now his feet were teasing your entrance with the sensation of being filled. You sat down more firmly onto your chair to shove him deeper inside of you. You pushed him up again, then down, up, down, repeating the gesture while his limbs squirmed, awakening new flesh with every swipe. Your middle finger joined the index's perch on his back to pick up the pace. You bit your lip and sucked a deep breath through your nose to push down all the noises that were bubbling to the surface. The only thing that could have moulded you any better than Fred would have been a literal mould. Even then, it wouldn't have been nearly so fun to hump.
You were now rolling him against you in deep tight circles. Your hips were swaying in time, and as much as you wanted to use your whole hand to rub him madly against you, you thought Snape might notice your entire arm thrusting under the table. Unconsciously, your thighs tighten around him, sucking him almost up into you. You lull your head back and arch into him, sighing in bliss. When Snape looked up, you snapped your head back down and froze, biting your fist in order to stop yourself whining in disapproval.
"Does that make sense?"
"Yes sir" what on earth were you agreeing to? You hadn't the foggiest.
"Then don't waste my time with useless garbage like this again. If you haven't produced a coherent, serious essay by tomorrow, I'll be deducting twenty points from your house. Now go!" He pointed to the door.
You had half a mind to snap back, but thought: to hell with him! You had things that needed your immediate attention, and no hooked nose, greasy hair, middle aged virgin was going to ruin that for you! “Very well, thank you sir" you stood up, and to your eternal disappointment, it loosened the strain of your clothes to unstick Fred from your cunt.
Exiting the class, you were devastated to find the hallway packed with students ready for their next potions lesson. The women's bathroom was just around the corner and up the stairs. All you had to do was get to it. You sped walked around the students, opting to push some aside rather than do any fancy footwork and likely squash the man inside of you. From the lack of movement, you guessed he had probably made peace with the situation. Luckily for you though, the movement of your walking kept banging him against you, and you had to stop yourself from dropping to the floor right then and there to grind him furiously against you.
When finally you had made it to the bathroom, casting "Colloportus" on the door for some privacy, you froze at the sight of someone stood inside with their back to you. You recognised those ginger locks straight away.
"George?" you called. He let go of the robe he was examining over the cubicle door and beamed, bounding up to you with all the excitement of a puppy.
"Darling! I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"
What to say, what to say. You doubted rubbing your shrunk brother against my vagina in revenge would be largely acceptable, so you opted to white lie, "Oh, I needed Snape to help me with my potions essay"
George frowned, "Why'd you do that? I could have helped you. Can't imagine ol' hook nose was as fun as me"
"Well maybe if you weren't at that party last night—"
"What party?"
Judging by Fred's immediate scramble to break free, you imagined George was about to tell you something that would spell out very bad news for his twin. To stop his escape, you move a hand behind your back to fist your underwear and hoist it up, making it impossible to give way, "Fred told me you were at the Ravenclaw party last night..."
George's chocolate brown eyes widen in horror, immediately replaced by a scowl as he looked up to curse the air. Little did he know he actually should have been glancing down if he wanted to curse his brother. His squirming against you was making this entire thing leagues better, "What? Oh that prick! I was sick last night with a cold and sent him to apologise to you because I didn't want you catching it while Madam Pomfrey's sweets took effect"
Your cunt was fluttering in anticipation for what long and hard revenge you were about to take. Fred was scrambling so wildly, you couldn't wait to get down to business, "That asshat. He said you were drunk and convinced me to steal some stupid potion with him"
George's anger multiplied, "Bloody hell! I told him not to do that"
"What do you mean?" You were genuinely curious, but your body had literally no care in the world. It was hoisting your pants even higher to keep Fred glued there, wriggling your hips as your breathing became laboured.
George didn't seem to notice, "He was planning on making a thing of love potion with it. Told him it was a stupid idea and he was perfectly popular enough to get anyone he wanted without it. He's got hundreds of girls and guys in the past, I can't think of who he thought he needed to trick..." you consider it for a moment. That was a very good question, it's strange for Fred to care so much about someone... but this could be left for another time.
You hook your foot behind George's leg and brought it forward to wedge it in between yours. Without warning you hopped up and felt Fred immediately sink into your flesh. You doubled over, gripping George's shoulders, and moaning to savour the feel of being entirely and completely touched. George had to brace his hands against the door either side of your head to stop himself from falling over. In surprise rapture, he watched as you were already so unravelled. Finally, the surface you needed. Twins were supposedly two halfs of a whole, and never before had that sentiment rung so true. His leg was the missing component that pushed Fred so absolutely into you, no margin of error. All of him was rubbing against you now as you began humping without mercy.
You thrust yourself forwards and backwards, side to side, around in broad circles. Your folds accommodated him so well, stretching to make sure he always stayed between them. At times you were almost sure you could feel them curling around him, to keep him there as a permanent feature. Tempting indeed, he certainly made walking more fun, and imagine the possibilities in History of Magic. He could get you off under the table without anyone having a clue!
Fred was becoming slick with your arousal, lubricating him into slipping and sliding into usually unattainable flesh you never knew yearned for touch. And because of George's pressure under him, his hold on those neglected areas of your cunt was positively sinful. You throw your head back, your hands on George's shoulders, tugging up and down to massage yourself against Fred.
"What is that bump in your pants?" he finally questioned, having snapped out of his shock.
"Just a sex toy" you reply earnestly, making no alterations to your position.
There was a sudden sting on your clit that made you yelp and stop for a moment. Fred must have bit you... and it was incredible. You wondered whether you could get him to do it again, "It's loves being in there while I fuck myself with it. A tool for my pleasure" You were bouncing up and down like a rubber ball, poking him to react. He still wasn't doing anything to participate, but it was fine. You were doing more than enough for the both of you. All he needed to do was be there as you pounded yourself onto him. Then, your continuous lifting and applying onto him made his shoulder lodge so deep inside of you, you let out a howling moan, crushing George's lips to yours in order to muffle the sheer volume of the scream. He pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against yours. You moan and put everything you have into the kiss, allowing him to dive in and taste you. George's lips began to wander, bitting, nibbling and sucking his way to your pulse. His hands came up to hastily undo your tie and shirt, pushing them aside to reveal your bare stomach. As he works your skin into his mouth, creating a glorious love bite on the swell of your neck, his palms fan out across your stomach. You take a sharp breath, as he caressed towards your bra, grinning against you when he notices it's the one he got you for Valentine's Day that unhooks at the front. Lucky coincidence, all your other ones were just dirty.
"I leave you for one night and you become a horny mess" George teases, his hands gliding down your sides to grip your hips. He nudged your legs apart, spreading you wider over your toy. Although he didn't take over the pace, he certainly sped you up. God you could have kissed him for knowing exactly how to whind up your pleasure. A shame then that his mouth was currently occupied with other things. You tangle your hands into his hair as he strokes your nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to suck it hard. Your head lulled back to angle yourself further into him, whimpering at how close your climax was.
Seemed Fred was just as desperate to get it over with as you were. He was now doing everything in his power to jack you off. He had somehow managed to grasp your clit between his hands, and paired with your thrusting it created a borderline unnatural amount of pleasure. You were screaming with moans. But somehow more importantly than all that, he had his leg plunged inside of you.
That was it. The idea had been toying in your mind this whole time, but now you knew you needed him inside if you. "Wait a second George" you breathed, perching yourself a little higher in order to stick a hand down your panties, pinching Fred so his arms were trapped by his sides, and sliding him, feet first, through your entrance, until nothing showed of him but his head.
Head back, mouth open in an overjoyed groan, something in you snapped. You didn't even have to thrust him in and out. He was twisting, his arms and legs were flailing in the little space available to them. The walls were hugging his every curve, likely trying to suction him to the back. It was the combination of George flicking your nipple with his tongue and Fred massaging your insides that had you finally unravelling. Hot, slick, arousal came dribbling past what little gaps Fred’s body provided, and you went limp in his brother’s arms with one final howl.
George straightened up to hold you close, stroking your hair until you were ready to stand on your own again, “Nifty toy you got there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite so animalistic” he chuckled.
Wiping the sweat of your brow off on your robes, you tried to make yourself look presentable again, smirking up at your boyfriend as you redid the buttons of your shirt, “Yes, well, nothing beats actual sex with you. Wanna go for a round two in your room?”
He beams, “Course! Want me to wait?”
“Nah, I’ll meet you up there” you gesture him away. Normally you would ask him to stay, but you had something to deal with first.
“Alright, see you in five” all excited, he ran for the door, then turned back just as he had performed the unlocking spell to give you a quick peak on the lips, then off he went.
Rummaging around in your shorts, you sigh as you unclog your hole, the contents stringing against Fred as you lift him to eye level. Merlin he looked awful. His fiery hair was stood on end, gelled up with your cum. His white shirt was practically transparent and clung to his abs as though it have been soaked in water. His eyes were a little bloodshot probably from liquid splashing into them, and his lips were rather swollen, like they would be after making out with someone for too long or too roughly. Just generally, your essence was rolling off of him in big globs. You placed your other hand to your mouth and giggled at his appearance, but he seemed the furthest thing from amused. His arms were crossed over his chest, a highly displeased scowl etched across his face.
“Oh don’t look at me like that!” you say, “If you hadn’t planned the robbery so terribly, or lied to me on twooccasions in the 8 hours proceeding it, getting me to write a whole 4 thousand word essay on things that were complete horseshit, humiliating me on front of Snape and—“
“Alright alright—!” He had softened up a little, averting eye contact, but you didn’t care.
“No! I’m not done!” That got his attention again, “Fred, you have been a dick to me for the past six years! Sure, you’re funny and can be sweet sometimes, but most of the time you don’t know where the line is! You prank me all the time, it’s relentless! And today you bloody pushed me over the edge. I had a perfect means of getting revenge and damn it I took it.”
He shrugs, “Whatever, I guess we’re even now”
You open your mouth to continue arguing but snap it shut when you realised what he had said. That really took much less convincing than you though, probably because you were feeling a smidge guilty for going so far in the heat of anger. It’s not like he orgasmed or anything... well if he did you wouldn’t be able to tell, his trousers were drenched, “Yeah, I guess...”
You waddled to the sink, turning both faucets on for lukewarm water, plonking him in the basin to clean off the sticky residue. You then hobbled into the closest stall to grab a wad of tissue and wipe yourself clean with it. Despite how absolutely caked in the stuff Fred was, you were still drenched. You exit the stall a couple of minutes later to find him completely washed down, "Right, let's get you back to your normal size, but let's put you in my pocket this time..."
"What a shame. I had really learned to call your vag my home" the sarcasm drooled from his lips.
You scooped him up, pinning him with a warning eye, "I'll put you back in there if you're not careful."
"Sorry sorry sorry!" he back peddled, extending his arms like a man about to be hit by an unforgivable curse. You gently lay him in your pocket, and snapped your head up to find Moaning Myrtle staring at you in disbelief.
"Umm..." the ghost muttered, for once in her life (or death) at a loss for words.
"Don't tell anyone what you saw here today, Myrtle" you warned, pointing a long threatening finger at her, "Not like they'd believe you anyway"
She nodded vigorously and dove into the nearest sink.
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Talk Numbers To Me
Rating: G
Word Count: 3,326
Pairing: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell
Summary: In which Chloe gets help from her mathematical genius.
End B/C. One-Shot. Fluff. Tumblr prompt.
Read on ao3 or ff.net or below.
Prompt from anon; hope you all like.
Chloe shuffles her papers, kicking her feet in frustration at the numbers swirling in her head. Her hand flies to her hair, the pencil tangling in its strands.
“You okay there, Chloe?”
She looks up, sees Stacie blink questioningly at her from the microwave, and gives a tentative smile. “Yeah, just...” she sighs. “Homework.”
Stacie nods, retrieving her dinner burritos and closing the microwave door. “Do you need help?”
Chloe bites her lip and looks back down at the sheets of homework staring back at her from the kitchen table, its once clean blank lines now covered in blurry grey smudges. She doesn’t want to be of any inconvenience. “Nah, I’ll be okay. Thank you though, Stacie.”
“Are you sure?” Stacie grabs for a napkin before making her way over, “Because if it’s science, I can definitely help you out.”
Chloe carefully detangles her pencil from her pounding head, laying it back down onto the wooden surface. It’s not science, but something in Stacie’s tone of voice has her intrigued. “Oh?”
Stacie pulls out a chair, sits. She sets her styrofoam plate down onto an area not littered by mountains of paperwork and reaches for the one directly in front of Chloe. “Yup. I double major in Chemistry and Biomedical engineering. Which pretty much covers all the sciences that you could possibly take in your second senior year.”
Chloe raises her eyebrows, impressed. “Wow. I didn’t know that you double major, Stace. That’s amazing.”
Her fellow Bella just shrugs, eyes quickly scanning the page. “Eh, it’s alright. I love science anyways so it’s no big deal.” She then pauses, presumably figuring out that the subject of Chloe’s dilemma is most definitely not the one of which she is an expert in. “Oh, this is math.”
Chloe groans just at the mention of the word, tilting her head back to the fluorescent light of the kitchen ceiling. “Yeah, math. The worst form of torture in the entire world.”
Stacie just chuckles, shaking her head, “Only to people who don’t understand it.” She then stands, clutching Chloe’s topic of frustration between a thumb and forefinger. “I would love to help you out, Chloe, but I think someone else may be better at explaining this for you. She is a math genius after all.”
Chloe gets out of her chair as well, brows furrowing curiously as she trails behind the tall brunette, only then realizing that they are making their way to the living room, where the sounds of the tv can be heard, signalling the presence of the rest of the Bellas. “Someone else? Who else could be better at math than a Biomedical engineer?”
“Someone who actually studies it.”
And before Chloe could even ponder over which Bella would possibly want to subject themselves to the torture that is freaking mathematics, they have reached the entrance of the living room, and Stacie has called out the answer.
“Hey, Beca!”
What?
Chloe gapes, completely taken aback as she watches the unrequited love of her life look up from the screen of her phone at the mention of her name. “Yeah?”
Stacie waves the paper in her hand even as she continues to stalk forward. “Chloe needs your help with some math. I said that I would, but I just figured that a double math and physics major such as yourself would be a much better and viable option.”
Understandably, Chloe is not the only one in the room to have no previous knowledge of this news, or the only one to be completely shocked by it. Fat Amy turns away from the tv to quirk a disbelieving brow. “Double major? Shawshank? Math and Physics ?”
Chloe couldn’t help but agree. She knows that it’s wrong and impolite to underestimate a person’s abilities on what he or she could or not do, especially when said abilities are in academics—after all, they are all still in college—but Beca ? One of her best friends in the whole wide world, not to mention her secret crush/obsession/favorite person/love of her life and possibly all the lives she could possibly have hereafter—if she believes in that kind of stuff, which she kind of does, especially if it pertains to a possibility of her getting together with said love in one of those lives in the far future—with whom she had been pining for—especially at the times where it had been particularly difficult and tiresome—seemingly since the beginning of time? Beca, who would always tend to blow off school until the very last minute; Beca, who would rather spend time fiddling with her music in her room all by herself with just her and her headphones rather than indulge in books or people or anything not involving of her mixing board unless someone—usually Chloe—had to physically drag her away from the screen of her computer to go hang out? Beca?
Shouldn’t she have known everything there is to know about Beca in all these years—albeit technically that only includes two, but sometimes she really just feels like they have known each other since they were kids—that they’ve been friends? Teammates? Roommates? Family?
Beca rolls her eyes, stretching her arms in front of her chest to pull her body into a proper sitting position on the side of the couch. She locks and tosses aside her phone. “Yeah, I couldn’t decide which one to pick so I just decided to go for both. You guys didn’t know?”
Chloe finally finds it within herself to blurt out something that does not include her incredulity of the small brunette being capable of taking the most ruthless and tedious majors that there could possibly be in all the majors one could take at Barden University, “No, Beca, we didn’t.”
Jessica, Ashley, Flo, and Cynthia Rose collectively shake their heads in agreement.
Lilly just blinks, and Fat Amy’s lone brow stays exactly where it is.
Stacie snorts, Chloe’s paper dangling casually between two perfectly manicured nails against her side as she crosses her arms, shifting her weight onto one foot, “Figures. I suppose you all didn’t know that I am a double major too, did you?”
Six of the Bellas’ attention spotlight on the slightly indignant brunette, gasps and shouts of surprise and amazement instantly tossed into the air, Stacie’s explanation of the functionality of Biomedical Engineering immediately a follow up, but Chloe barely notices, because she is too busy having a silent exchange with her co-captain still situated on the couch.
She widens her eyes. Is this true? Are you being serious?
Beca nods, smirks. Hell yeah I am.
Chloe tilts her head, pouts. Why didn’t you tell me?
Beca shrugs. Didn’t find a reason to. She then rubs the back of her neck, looking suddenly sheepish and uncomfortable. And it’s not like it’s a big deal.
Chloe frowns, shakes her hands about. It is a big deal to me ! She then gestures between the pair of them. We’re friends, Becs, we are supposed to tell each other these kinds of things!
Beca tips her chin to the front of her chest, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and then peers at her shyly through her lashes. Sorry, Chlo.
Chloe’s heart melts, her feet immediately carrying her forward, and she lowers herself onto the couch cushions next to Beca, taking extensive care to not sit on her phone. She offers a soft and forgiving smile, before pulling her best friend swiftly into a hug. Don’t be sorry, Beca. She presses a kiss to her cheek. It’s okay.
Beca’s body relaxes, and somehow Chloe understands that the small brunette is relieved of the fact that Chloe is not mad or judgemental or flighty about how she is a double major in both math and physics. Chloe wonders if that is the reason why Beca hadn’t told her—that she had been afraid of her reaction—and if that is the reason why she had put on a brave face in front of the Bellas.
Beca always pretends like everything is fine and ineffective to her well being when she feels extremely self-conscious. She likes to put on a hard shell and proclaim the attitude of a “badass” to balm over her real emotions, to put on a show of I don’t care and whatever to mask over the I do care and I do feel.
Chloe gets the feeling that if it hadn’t been for Stacie—who’d most likely just stumbled across the discovery by accident—none of them would have known, until possibly graduation, when someone questioningly points out the lettering of her certificate, the duality of her degree.
Beca is bashful, self-conscious, secretive , of her abilities and status as a mathematical genius.
Chloe puts her lips to Beca’s ear. “Help me with my homework, please.”
She feels her best friend shiver, pull away, her beautiful stormy blues shy and reluctant as they flit across Chloe’s face, search between her eyes, and Chloe just sits and stays and waits until she says yes.
“Okay.”
Chloe beams, her arms unconsciously going around to surround Beca’s back for another embrace before she pulls away, and she stands up and makes her way over to Stacie, a bounce in her step as she taps the tall brunette—who’s now making fun of herself for being the “hot one” of the group—on the shoulder to get her attention, smiling gratefully when she turns and notices and hands her paper over.
“Thanks, Stace,” she says, winking to signal the double sentiment of her gratitude for both the help and the revelation of the information, grinning widely as Stacie comprehends and nods.
Hazel greens flash quickly and meaningfully to the slight brunette in the room, “Anytime.”
Chloe lets her return to her conversation with the rest of the Bellas, spinning around to purse her lips questioningly to ask Beca where it is that she wants to go.
My room.
Chloe leads the way, making a brisk detour to the kitchen to gather up her things, and she speeds up the stairs and skips down the hall, letting herself into the double bedded bedroom Beca currently shares with Amy.
“So why’d you choose math?” She decides between the bed and the desk chair, going for the bed.
Beca takes the chair. “I dunno,” she shrugs, “Just wanted to, I guess.”
Chloe sets the papers down onto the bedding, and makes herself comfortable. “You must really enjoy it for it to be a half of your double major, Becs.”
Beca gives a noncommittal hum, crossing her legs and wiping her hands onto the dark denim.
“And what about Physics? Any reason why you wanted to study that as well?”
“Oh,” Beca glances to her mixing board, “That’s just for sound engineering. It really makes it easier to find and test out the best places for a good mashup, and it’s really just useful for the recording and production of music.”
Chloe makes a small noise of understanding, following her line of sight briefly before going for the subject catalysing the shocking news of that evening. She picks up the first sheet of her homework, smoothing it out before offering it enthusiastically forwards, “So, math genius, you wanna let me know how it’s done?”
Beca grins, one hand caught between her thighs modestly as the other one reaches for the paper, “Sure, Beale. Good to know that you’re actually in need of my help for something.”
Chloe pushes back her hair, blinking at her in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Beca hides her face behind the frustrating sheet of paper, “Nothing. Just that you always seem to know exactly what you’re doing. Everybody always seems to go to you for help, never the other way around.”
Chloe’s heart flutters in her chest, and she has to push it down before it can go all swoony over the likely unintentional romantic admission. Later. “I don’t always seem to know exactly what I’m doing, Beca. I usually just wing it, and hope for the best.” At Beca’s disbelieving but playful scoff, she leans forward to bend over the top half of her paper, revealing Beca’s face, “And I’m here now, aren’t I? Math has always been a subject that I can absolutely not deal with.”
Beca rolls the tip of her tongue over the fronts of her teeth, “Only cuz nobody but nerds like me actually gets it. Still doesn’t establish the fact that you’re no less amazing and brilliant at everything else you do.”
If Beca had been Chloe’s girlfriend—if she had been dreaming that she is—Chloe would have lunged forward and kissed her senseless.
Settling for biting her lower lip anxiously to withhold the urge, Chloe gestures to the paper in her hands. “Well? Do you know how to do this?”
Beca looks like she’s just been snapped out of a daze. “Oh yeah, totally.” She spins around in her chair to reach for her bag, unzipping it and pulling out a tiny whiteboard from the utmost layer, as well as an Expo marker. “It’s kinda easy, actually. I can explain it.”
Chloe giggles at the materials in her hands as Beca turns back around. “Aw, that’s so cute!”
Beca glares, laying the whiteboard on one side of her lap and the paper in the other. “Shut up. It’s just convenient.”
Chloe mimes zipping and locking her lips and throwing away the key, but the smile on her face is irreplaceable.
Beca nudges open the cap of the Expo, letting it drop softly onto the floor at her feet as she rereads the question. “So, it says that this Marco dude needs to figure out where his stupid ball is gonna land if he throws it over the top of a building, so we have to make a graph.”
Chloe laughs, already comfortable with the familiar way Beca seems to make any situation less intimidating, “Do you talk to yourself like that when you do your own math?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Chloe lays a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her amusement. “Carry on.”
Beca shakes her head, apparently having gotten very invested in her knowledge of math despite being self-conscious of it, “Jesus, Chlo. Anyways,” she brings the tip of the marker onto the whiteboard to draw two perpendicular lines, “Here’s the graph—” she draws a rectangle to represent the aforementioned building, along with a dot at the y-intercept, “—and here’s our dude.”
“Ooh, can we write down Marco,” Chloe interrupts, bouncing in her seat and pointing to the blank and boring dot.
Beca gives her a look, before sarcastically heeding her request. Five letters were squished against the side of the y-axis with an adorable arrow, “There. Happy?”
Chloe blows her a kiss, “Very.”
Beca sighs, dramatically, before continuing on, “So as I was saying, there’s Marco, and his ball is—” she scribbles down a number next to the side, “Thrown from this height, and we need to figure out—” she dashes a parabolic line towards the situational ground, “Where this —” she makes another dot, labelling it “splat”—much to Chloe’s delight— on the x-axis, “Is.”
Chloe nods vigorously, chin in her hands as she shifts closer to the edge of the bed, her butt just barely situated on the mattress now as she leans closer for a better look, “Yeah, totes.”
Beca doesn’t seem to notice her new proximity, on a roll now that she has gotten started, “And they have given you the formula so now, considering the fact that gravity is a thing and negative distances are not—” she copies down the formula and writes down what the variables represent for her right under, “You just have to plug all this shit in to get the answer.”
“Ohh,” Chloe says, getting it, but it falls on deaf ears as Beca seems to automatically plug in the figures for her, crossing out variables and scribbling down altercations as she goes along, and Chloe’s jaw drops, as seconds later, she has come to a conclusion.
Beca scribbles down “20 feet” and circles it victoriously, a small but satisfactory “Aha” escaping her lips as she holds the whiteboard up to the light. “There, I got it.”
A sudden wave of heat pools low in her belly, and Chloe gasps as she tries to make sense of the unexpected spike of arousal at the sight of the wide and unrestrained and confident grin painting across Beca’s lips, at the sight of the happiness and satisfaction sparkling within stormy blues, and at the sight of the pink and musically talented tongue clenched between Beca’s teeth, as if used as an anchor to her excitement of getting another math problem right.
Holy heck, Beca Mitchell is hot when she does math.
Chloe must have made a distracting sound, because Beca suddenly jolts, as if just then realizing that she is not alone, pink flushing into her cheeks as she lowers the whiteboard, her uncontainable grin fading into a sheepish smile, and she meekly hands the answer over.
“Sorry,” she says, fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair, eyes downcast to her feet as she watches them scuffle nervously against the floor, “I just got so excited. I don’t know what came over me, Chlo, I—” she visibly swallows, “I hadn’t meant to just finish your problem for you.”
Screw it. It doesn’t freaking matter that Beca is not her girlfriend.
Chloe pushes the whiteboard aside and grasps the arms of Beca’s chair, yanking it and the person in it towards her waiting mouth, and she kisses her best friend/secret crush/obsession/favorite person/love of her life/mathematical genius square on the lips with as much fervor—if not more—as the moment previous in which she had desired to dole out when Beca had inadvertently complimented her as an amazing and capable and kind individual in and of itself, and she groans, her feet spreading to accommodate the chair between her legs and her brain kicking into overdrive to accommodate the gasp fluttering into her mouth.
Beca freezes, her eyes still presumably wide open as Chloe nips against her lips, and Chloe is just about to pull away and chart the situation up to another uncontrollable heat of the moment when she feels the small brunette reciprocate, arms wrapping around her neck and lips pressing closer, and Chloe slides her hands down from the arms of the chair to tuck between the cushion of the seat and Beca’s thighs, lifting her up and into the air before prompting dumping her in her lap, and she giggles as Beca huffs at the ease of which she has completed the action.
“Show off,” Beca grumbles, her minty breath a mournful absence as she pulls her mouth away to kiss the angle of Chloe’s jaw, “This is exactly what I had meant.”
Chloe tilts her head to allow Beca more access, “Coming from the person who had just figured out the answer to my mathematical problem in just a number of seconds, I think you are being irrational, Beca.”
Beca laughs, her nose nuzzling into the side of her neck affectionately at the pun, and Chloe’s heart pounds, her fingers immediately going to scramble her papers off the bed and her body further onto it. “That literally calculates up to zero creativity, Chlo.”
“Whatever,” she says, adjusting herself amongst the blue sheets and rectangular pillows, “I’m not a mathematical nerd, unlike someone I know.”
“Mm,” Beca reconnects their lips, her fingers playing the ends of Chloe’s hair, “Speaking of, are we gonna finish your homework?”
“Later,” Chloe tugs at their clothes, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of Beca’s wide and unrestrained smile, “We can do it later. Right now I just want my hot and secretive mathematical genius to talk numbers to me.”
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I rushed through this in the span of four hours (not nearly long enough for me to make grammatical and detailing errors) so I hope you all enjoyed it despite my laziness :P
Also, if you’re the anon who gave me this prompt, I hope I did you justice, and that I hope you liked it despite any intentions that you had initially had at the suggestion of this prompt (I know I did, but oh well, what’s done is done, and I’m honestly just happy that I am finished lol).
Let me know what you all think! :))
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Could it Be? Chapter 13 (JJ x Reader)
JJ x Reader
CH.1 - CH.2 - CH.3 - CH.4 - CH.5 - CH.6 - CH.7 - CH.8 - CH.9 - CH.10 - CH.11 - CH.12
Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)
Warnings: drinking???
CHAPTER 13
You placed the empty can of beer on the table and noticed JJ’s glare set on you as you reached for your fourth drink.
“Can I help you with something?” You spat at him before drunkenly smirking at the blonde.
“I see you’re thirsty.” He grinned as he helped you open the bottle.
“I just want to loosen up and have some fun.” You replied, pouring yourself some tequila and mixing it with a soda.
“Fun means danger when it comes to you,” He winked and you rolled your eyes at him.
“That was one time.”
“Whatever,” he went on, “I’m not letting you get shit-wasted tonight.”
“Says the one who’s already had six beers,”
“I can handle my alcohol, unlike you.”
You teasingly raised your eyebrow at him as your eyes lit up with a mischievous idea, JJ immediately shaking his head at you but letting out an equally mischievous smile.
“Here,” you handed him a shot of tequila and poured one for yourself as well, “I’ll show you I can handle it.”
“I would like to see.”
You raised your tequila shots to each other before gulping down the strong alcohol, your throat burning as the liquid went down.
Time went by and Sarah and John B where nowhere to be found, but you and JJ were having too much fun drinking and talking about nonsense to notice the couple had gone to John B’s bedroom to do stuff you had no business knowing about.
You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck and playfully slow danced with him, your legs were struggling to move correctly as the alcohol was taking over your system but JJ’s arms wrapped around your waist helped you remain steady.
Both your faces were flustered form the alcohol and the heat from dancing around, the two of you were clearly drunk but not wasted thanks to JJ taking care of your drinking and not allowing you to mix your drinks.
You looked around the room to see if Sarah and John B were around, and when you didn’t see them anywhere near, you took the opportunity to press a quick kiss to JJ’s lips. He stared at your eyes in a loving and caring way as you burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“I just can’t believe we’re.. you know..” You struggled to find the words as you didn’t know what exactly was going on between you and JJ.
JJ’s eyes kept fixed on your, waiting patiently for you to complete your sentence but as he realised you were nowhere near to forming the words, he decided to help you.
“Dating?” He whispered and your eyes widened.
“So we are?” You muttered, a smile forming on your face.
“I mean,” he shrugged and bit his bottom lip, “if you want to, of course.”
You couldn’t help but smile wider at him, you knew JJ wasn’t one to easily express his feelings, let alone actually get involved in a relationship so this was a pretty big deal for the both of you, especially since this was all happening too fast yet it felt as if the two of you had waited ages for this to come true.
“I’ll have to think about it.” You bit the inside of your cheek, noticing JJ’s grip tighten and his eyebrows raise in confusion.
“Yeah, sure, I mean,” he stuttered and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing again, his confusion growing stronger.
“Of course I want to, you idiot.” You cupped his face and sensed him relax on your touch.
The two of you shared a slow and sweet kiss, his movements carefully synching with yours as he pulled you in closer. You opened your mouth to let him explore it as the kiss became more passionate and hungrier, you placed your hands on the nape of his neck and tugged at his hair, gaining a soft moan from him.
“I think we should go home.” You said, your lips inches apart.
“I think I agree.”
Neither of you bothered on letting your friends know you were leaving as they were also busy doing their thing. You took JJ’s hand and walked side by side to your place, it was a long walk but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As you arrived to your house, the two of you hurried upstairs to your room, the tension and urgency filling the air but neither of you daring to make a move.
You sat down on your bed as JJ locked the door even though only the two of you were home. You bit the bottom of your lip as you stared at him. His grey tank top loose enough to show his toned abs and his strong arms making your head spin with unholy thoughts about them.
He turned to face you and you felt your cheeks heat up. No matter how long the two of you had known each other or how close you’d gotten to each other, he never failed to make you get all flustered and nervous.
JJ smirked as soon as he saw the rose tint on your cheeks and your eyes scanning all his body. He slowly walked over to you, your heartbeat speeding up by every step he was taking. The grin on his face kept growing wider as he noticed the effect he was causing on you, enjoying every second of it.
Once he was completely standing in front of you, you looked up at his face and matched your grin with his. Your face was exactly in front of his abdomen, and a bit too close to his lower area, making his heartbeat speed up as well.
Your confidence and urgency to have him all for yourself made you slowly and carefully run your fingers through his abdomen and you tugged at his shirt to signal him to take it off. He didn’t think twice before the grey tank top hit the floor and his upper body was bare as your eyes kept processing every inch of him.
Your hands traced his toned stomach and you felt his body twitch at your touch. You smirked to yourself, feeling confident at the effect you were causing on him. Your hand softly made its way lower and you noticed his chest rise up and down quicker as you intentionally but slightly rubbed your palm on his growing bulge, pretending as if it was an accident.
You then played with the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, leaving him on his trousers which you also teasingly played with the waistband of them and then pushed him further away from you, making him raise an eyebrow at you in confusion. You stood up in front of him and placed a hard but quick kiss on his lips before turning around him.
“Sit down,” you demanded, surprised by your sudden urge of dominance.
JJ smirked at you and took your place on the bed, softly wrapping his hands on your waist as you stood in front of him, letting him stare at you while you took your own shirt off, revealing the top of your red bikini.
Your shorts joined your shirt on the ground, leaving you with your red bikini top and bottom which matched the color of JJ’s cheeks. You sat on his lap, facing him as you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt his bulge rub against your entrance, which was still covered by the bottom of your bikini.
“Y/N,” JJ whispered once you started moving your hips against him.
“Mhm,” was all you could bring yourself to say as the friction between the two of you made a tingling sensation intensify between your legs.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked.
You stared at his blue eyes and felt his thumbs stroke your hips. He was genuinely concerned about this, especially after knowing about your past with Rafe and sex.
But this time you felt different. You were sure of JJ and you didn’t want to do this with anyone else but him. You trusted him and you loved him, even if you hadn’t verbally expressed it to him. You’d never felt as confident and safe with anyone else as you do now with JJ. You knew you wanted this and you knew you wouldn’t regret nor have second thoughts about this.
You gently rubbed his cheeks as you leaned forward to his face, softly placing a loving kiss on his lips.
“I’ve never been more sure JJ.” You whispered against his lips as you felt his hands press tighter on your hips.
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A/N: we-
alright so I finally got the time to write and post ch.13!! hope you like it and PLS DO TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!!
I would also love to know if you guys want me to write the whole scenario *coughs* smut *coughs* or simply leave it like that and just write about them after it’s done and stuff... but well it’s all up to you since I know some of u are not comfortable reading smut.
I think I’m also going to start a new taglist since idk if some of you are still reading this story and I keep getting messages about new people wanting to be added on the taglist so I think next chapter will have a completely new taglist so pls do let me know if u wanna be added!
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OBEY ME! LESSON 55 DETAILED SUMMARY AND DISCUSSION/THEORIES
*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well
*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too
*I swear more than usual here
*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.
*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons
OKAY! So first off the background for this is absolutely gorgeous and shows a real demon. You know the kind you’d imagine an actual demon to look like and everything’s dark (black, grey, brown) there’s a castle on a mountain like area with a narrow suspended pathway leading to it, there are crows flying around and a person in a robe pointing what looks like a lit wand at a snarling attacking demon, there are skulls and what looks like weapons on the ground and my favourite part: a person in a long robe, kneeling on the ground, covering the top of their face with their hands and wailing to the sky. It’s all tailor made to my taste and I love it! There’s one locked lesson.
It’s breakfast time and Asmo & Beel are heading to an all you can eat global sweet sampler, MC questions it and Asmo says you can get desserts from all over the world there and Asmo’s hoping to live stream it. Asmo invites MC but Mammon interjects asking them to come see “cute horsies” with him. “’Horsies.’ He’s so pretentious. Shut up, it’s the fucking horse race. ‘Horsies.’” Says Levi. Levi invites MC to a real life TSL themed escape room (that sounds really fun tbh), Satan invites them to come watch the sci-fi movie they were talking about, in their home theatre. (he’s actually watched it 3 times already but he read online theories about it and now he wants to see if he can catch the basis for those theories in the movie). They all start arguing about it (except Beel who’s just eating) when MC gets a text from Diavolo congratulating them on their 5th star and wishing them luck for the other 2 and inviting them to an amusement park date. Everyone – MC included – is kind of baffled by the one on one date with Diavolo. They ask any of the others if they want to tag along but they all refuse but Beel asks if MC can take Belphie along since he hasn’t really left the house in a while and Beel’s worried. MC texts asking if they can bring Belphie along too and Diavolo says the more the merrier and I just know this is gonna end in disaster like did Belphie ever even resolve all the problems he had with Diavolo back in S1?
Beel drags Asmo along to wake Belphie up because a.) he doesn’t want Asmo to leave to the sweets thing without him b.) they need all the help they can get to wake him up. MC suggests using force and Asmo happily volunteers to grab Belphie, turn him over and drop him on the ground, Beel says they can’t do this to poor Belphie cause Beel’s a sweetheart, and says the most force he’ll allow them to use is by tickling Belphie, which Asmo then does. It doesn’t work so Asmo says if they’re gonna use force they should do something like this right before he screams “ASMO DIIIIIIVE!!!” and jumps on top of Belphie as Beel protests and I love that despite what you’d assume from his aesthetic and despite what Asmo would like you to believe he’s a lot more rough and tumble and violent (I just really love the sweet with hidden edges trope as much as I love the jerk with a gooey centre trope). Belphie says ow and Asmo brightly and sweetly cheers that he woke up as if just seconds ago he hadn’t used a wrestling move on his sleeping baby brother. Beel says that though Belphie’s body is awake his mind isn’t (relatable), Beel fixes Belphie’s bedhead and Asmo complains that Belphie’s a stereotypical spoilt brat youngest child and says that Diavolo obviously would’ve wanted a one on one day with MC. Beel says he knows and it’s another reason he wanted Belphie to go. Asmo agrees saying that after everything if MC chooses their boss over any one of the seven guys MC actually lives with it’d feel wrong. Asmo tells Belphie to keep an eye on them and not let it turn into a “whirlwind romance”, Belphie just asks for his pillow and Asmo’s upset cause he doesn’t feel confident about the plan now. Poor Diavolo being constantly cockblocked
On the way Belphie complains about being forced to do this when his schedule is just as busy but MC says all he does is sleep and he says because naps are important to him and he takes them seriously. He wishes he could go back home and asks why of all the demons he had to be stuck with Diavolo (so guess those issues are still around good to know). MC asks if he still dislikes Diavolo cause of his fondness for humans and Belphie says he’s fully gotten over that whole human genocide phase which is great to have confirmed. They ask why he dislikes Diavolo – lots of reasons. He always thinks he’s right and expects to get his way about anything and everything and never listens to anyone’s opinions. He hadn’t bothered to listen to Belphie back when the exchange program had been proposed and Belphie was against it (and I mean to be fair back then Belphie was 100% okay with killing the entire human race for no reason other than the fact that he blamed them for Lilith’s death when really they had nothing to do with it and it was definitely the angels’ fault. I mean I don’t think I would have listened to him either and he really does have the spoilt youngest kid personality. I think out of all the brother’s Belphie’s the one who has the fondest memories of the Celestial Realm – probably helped by the fact that Lilith was still alive then – which is why he never blamed them for what happened and instead directed all his anger at the humans) Lucifer hadn’t let Belphie plead his case (what case Belphie!? That all humans should die!?) and that Diavolo’s surrounded by demons like Barbatos and Lucifer who shield him from criticism (and yeah I agree that this is true and that it’s a bad thing but Lucifer wasn’t shielding Diavolo from criticism when he refused to let Belphie plead his case, he was protecting Belphie cause if Diavolo found out Belphie wanted to kill humans he would have thrown him in jail like he did back at the end of S1 and MC you dumb fuck can you pls tell all this to Belphie) and that Diavolo doesn’t understand that he’s been saved from criticism and Belphie hates that about him and he shudders at the thought of spending the day with Diavolo. On the way they run into Simeon and tell him where they’re going, he says Luke’s been wanting to go there since he saw a ad for it and MC says they could take Luke along with them but he says Luke’s at a cooking class today but that he’d probably love to hear about it when he gets back. Simeon then takes off saying he has a meeting. Belphie goes to call after Simeon to tell him something and catches a glimpse of the person Simeon was supposed to meet. He’s surprised and says “Is that…” and when MC asks what’s wrong he said he must have just imagined it and that the person Simeon was meeting just looked really familiar and HOLY SHITTTTTTT GUYSSS rfhiefjoSJKWDLDADJSJ was I right are we really gonna get to see angels???? That’s the only explanation, right? It would have had to be Michael or even Raphael and there’s only a few lessons left and this and the next lesson are probably gonna focus on Diavolo and Belphie’s relationship and following the patter MC should get their 6th star next lesson, then the two lessons after that will be their final exam for the 7th star and then the last two lessons will focus on saying goodbye as the brothers go back to the Devildom and all that’s gonna have a lot going on but if they’re teasing the angels being here now could they manage to slip them in or will that be too much? I mean they’ll be introducing a whole new (or two whole new) character(s) and ahhh I’m rambling but pls I need the tension and angst between them and the brothers ok I’m done.
When they get there Belphie complains about how crowded it is and MC tries to look for Diavolo to which Belphie points to a group of fangirls surrounding Diavolo. Diavolo answers them sweetly and one of them says he’s even better looking irl and another shyly asks if he wants to walk around with them. Belphie cuts that short by barging in and asking Diavolo what’s going on, Diavolo happily greets Diavolo and one of the girls realises that Belphie called Diavolo ‘lord’. Diavolo apologises to them and said he’s already made plans with friends (and ugh he’s so sweet I love him just wanna give him a big hug I bet he gives great hugs), the girls are very understanding and sweet about it and they leave. Belphie’s a lil shit and says “Aww, too bad, Lord Diavolo. I’d hate to interrupt just as they were hitting on you…” and Diavolo laughs it off saying it wasn’t like that (and can Diavolo not understand sarcasm or does he just ignore it? Both seem highly likely) Belphie disagrees and says they were clearly hitting on him and Diavolo changes the subject and says he can’t believe Belphie actually came, MC explains why and Diavolo says it’s understandable that Beel was worried after Belphie hadn’t left the house in a week (Me, who hasn’t left the house in almost a year: :’) ) Belphie says he knows Diavolo wanted a date with MC but too bad cause now Belphie’s gonna third wheel them. Diavolo tells Belphie not to be ridiculous and that he’s happy that Belphie came (and the thing is other than a small twinge of disappointment this is probably the truth). Belphie says that it probably won’t be a good idea to go around calling him “Lord” Diavolo given the way the girls reacted, Diavolo says he can just call him by his name since he wouldn’t mind but Belphie says he himself would mind and anyway if Lucifer or Barbatos found out Belphie wasn’t using his proper title they’d kill him. So Belphie suggests a nickname which Diavolo’s really happy about and MC suggests DD (they can also suggest John or Cap’n), Diavolo adores it and asks them to call him it all the time hereafter (I want to give him a hug so badly). Diavolo then happily and with lots of exclamation points goes on to say that it’s time to let their hair down and that Barbatos had made minute to minute schedule for them to follow so that they could enjoy the park to the fullest and Belphie says he wants to go home
Diavolo keeps unsuccessfully trying to get Belphie to wear a themed headband and take a group photo, saying he also wants to wear the headband on a boat ride and the ferris wheel. Diavolo gives MC sad puppy dog eyes (which I’m sure he uses successfully on Lucifer regularly, but that don’t affect Barbatos at all) and MC can’t refuse, asking Belphie if there’s anything that’ll get him to change his mind. He says no but he’s not stopping the others from doing it, Diavolo says since they’re here as a group they all should do it, Belphie snaps saying he doesn’t like how Diavolo’s using MC as a tool to bend Belphie to his will and he says he’s going home. Diavolo tries to stop him but he marches off and Diavolo drags MC off to chase after Belphie. Diavolo grabs Belphie by the arm outside the park and begs for a chance to apologize, Belphie denies it and tries to free his arm. Diavolo refuses to let him go saying he should have listened to and considered Belphie’s opinions now as well as in the past, Belphie’s shocked and MC asks Belphie to just hear Diavolo out. He agrees but tells them not to have any expectations of what this’ll accomplish.
Belphie says he doesn’t want to wear the headband or take pics and that he’s only gonna ride what he wants to, Diavolo agrees with all that. He asks if Belphie will stay with them and Belphie agrees and Diavolo is just so brightly stupidly happy and I can completely understand how he was able to make Lucifer question his entire world view. Diavolo’s so happy he starts waving Belphie’s arm around unconsciously and then asks Belphie what rides he wants to go on as they make their way back inside, Belphie doesn’t answer instead he’s blushing and annoyed and asks Diavolo to let go of his hand. Belphie wants to ride ‘The Twisting Freefall of Death II’, MC & Diavolo would like to not freefall to their death thank you very much. Belphie quotes the ride as being, “the single most terrifying experience in the world where you’ll scream for mercy and receive none” Diavolo says, “Did you say scream for mercy…” Belphie happily agrees. Diavolo turns to his last hope, MC, and asks how they feel about this. I like to imagine that even MC has a line where their lacking self-preservation will kick in. Belphie just smiles saying it won’t actually kill them (this would have been more reassuring coming from someone who didn’t once murder MC but whatever.) They can also ask Diavolo how feels about it. After the ride Belphie’s cackling loudly and gushing about how great it was. He’s especially happy about the look on Diavolo’s face during the ride, saying he’s never seen it before (probably the look of a demon praying to God for mercy). MC can say that Belphie seemed to be having a lot of fun, cheer how the ride was the best or say they thought they were going to die. For the 3rd option Belphie very cheerfully says MC’s alive and ok. Belphie asks Diavolo how it was only to realise Diavolo’s missing. He fell off the ride at its highest peak. He’s dead.
They’ve tried texting Diavolo but he doesn’t read them. Belphie wonders what kind of person actually gets lost in an amusement park unless they’re 5. Then he says “…is that what it is? Is he actually 5 yrs old?” He remembers that mammon got lost in a park once too and says the only thing the two of them have in common is that they’re both basically children, They then run into my favourite character in the entire game – the butcher (is2g this man needs to become a recurring side character) who is here with his wife and daughter. He asks them if the rest of the harem is here too and Belphie lets him know that unfortunately they’re here with a new inductee who got lost. The butcher offers to help and asks for a description. MC says he’s the owner of the corvo hotel chain and the butcher wonders who the fuck are these people in the first place to know someone like that and then because the butcher’s the sweetest person alive he too starts worrying about diavolo, scared that he might have gotten kidnapped. Belphie says “there’s no one in the human world oh shit I mean THE WORLD. THE NORMAL WORLD ALL US HUMANS - BECAUSE WE ALL ARE HUMANS - LIVE IN” the butcher now probably used to how weird this cult is (because they definitely are a satanic cult with their extremely obvious demon names, how weird and unused to normal life they are, 7 of them being obviously infatuated by the eighth one but the butcher’s not gonna bring this up cause with the amount of meat they buy from him he could keep his family afloat for years AND pay for his daughters college tuition) ignores this and says he hasn’t seen Diavolo but advices them to check the information desk and ask them to page Diavolo over the loudspeakers. They thank him and Belphie promises to stop by with Beel later, the butcher says he’ll see him then and tells them to take care (I love this man). Barbatos text MC asking how they’re doing and which itinerary of his they’re following cause yes apparently he made more than one and telling them he trusts them to take care of diavolo (and I can’t believe it took me this long to realise Barbatos is a helicopter parent). MC leaves him on read. Lucifer then texts them saying Satan told him where they’d gone and telling them that since the two of them are with Diavolo he assumes he’s okay but just to clarify make sure nothing happens to Diavolo. MC leaves him on read. Belphie says that Barbatos and Lucifer are way too overprotective. Barbatos and MC then realise how fucked they are if either of them find out that they’ve lost diavolo and so decide to skip the whole loudspeaker thing.
They can decide if they want to check by the lake, the ferris wheel or the last ride they went in. He’s not at the lake and they choose to take a boat across the lake to get to the ferris wheel cause it’s faster than going around it. Belphie actually enjoys the boat ride and asks if the two of them can just enjoy themselves together for a bit instead of looking for Diavolo, MC says “I’m worried about Diavolo also can you not remember how fucked we are if we don’t find him”. Belphie gets jealous that MC seems to care more about Diavolo than him (they’re just been practical! If the roles were reversed they’d have shut Diavolo down to look for you!) and says that even they have a real soft spot for Diavolo (He’s like a giant golden retriever!!). There’s an announcement over the loudspeaker for MC and ‘Snoozy’ saying that DD’s waiting for them at the info desk. Belphie’s not happy about ‘snoozy’ (understandable)
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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader
𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3.5k
𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Based on the song Simple Things by Miguel! Highly recommend listening to the song before reading! (song fic request are my FAV, give me more please!?)
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Weed Smoking, Language, Sexual Content: grinding, teasing, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!), Dom!jk, Sub!Reader if you squint, After care? Its also really fucking cute and fluffy.
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A cloud of smoke hung in the air, as you press the joint to your lips. Inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn in your throat. Some new r&b track playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s long legs resting comfortably over your lap, you pass him the joint. He sets his phone to the side to sit up and take it from you. As mundane as it sounds, this had become somewhat comfortable for the two of you. He blows the smoke out, passing it back for you to finish. Placing the remainder in the ashtray as Jungkook starts laughing hysterically, his infamous cackle bouncing off the walls; easily one of your favorite sounds.
“This video was from last year, watch this…” He sits up bringing the phone close to your face. You watch an extremely drunk Jimin dancing chaotically in the middle of a crowded club. The phone pans to the VIP section, and Taehyung hyping him up. You don’t miss the obnoxiously attractive women that crowd the same area. Your eyes widen and you start to laugh too. It reminded you of when you and Jungkook had first started dating. For the first few months, every weekend was spent with your friends in overcrowded clubs. Fun times, no doubt, but you were happy with your new normal.
Jungkook dismisses himself to the kitchen, mumbling something about having the munchies. You giggle at your predictable boyfriend, extending your legs into the spot where he was laying. Pulling up Snap Chat on your phone, not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung’s stories. Almost as if they were trying to replicate the memory Jungkook just showed you from a year ago. Drunk as hell, beautiful women, VIP section, it was something to envy from the outside looking in.
You laugh to yourself, thinking back on your own memories. At the start of your relationship, seven months ago, it was much different. Frequently bar hopping with friends whenever we were able to. Once we discovered that we preferred just being in each other’s company, the partying slowly came to an end. You were happy with that though. You loved smoking and hanging out with your best friend, who also happened to be your boyfriend. You find yourself replaying Jimin and Taehyungs story, until you click on Jungkook’s; nothing. Peaking behind you to see him finishing off an apple, you start to think.
You were comfortable with spending your nights like this. Having moved in with each other a month ago, you loved being able to spend your free nights together. Watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, listening to music, experimenting with food. Whatever you did, it made you happy. This was the first time you wondered if maybe he felt different than you. What if he wants to go out but doesn’t say anything because he knows how much you love staying home?
You get up from your spot on the couch, a stolen pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants hanging around your hips, while his t-shirt hides all your curves. He’s singing to the soft sounds coming from the speaker, and he looks so ethereal. His long bouncy waves, floating back and forth over his eyes; always made you want to brush his hair back. His outfit matching yours since you were wearing his clothes. The grey sweatpants looking sexier on him than on you, although he would argue that statement.
You hop onto the countertop letting your legs hang over, “Do you want to go out?” you blurt out, attempting to sound nonchalant.
He pauses, quickly turning to look at you. His face screwing up with confusion, “What? Like… tonight?”
You press your lips into a hard line nodding at him, which only makes him look more confused.
“Right now? You want to go out?” He asks you again to confirm as he slots himself in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting his thumbs slide against the inside of your waist band.
“I mean, if you want to. I’m good with whatever,” You murmur, still attempting to be nonchalant.
“Well… if you don’t want to go out… why would I?” He giggles softly before pressing his lips to your nose.
“I thought maybe you’d want to party with Jimin and Tae, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out,” you try explaining simply.
He tilts his head to the side, seeing straight through your bullshit.
“Actually, I do wanna go somewhere,” He starts, pulling back and walking over to where our shoes are laying, “walk to the grocery store with me, we have like no food.”
You roll your eyes but you follow his lead slipping your shoes on. The grocery store was in walking distance, which was quite dangerous when you both had the munchies.
The wind is harsh but overall, the night is beautiful. The street is on the quieter side since its late into the night. Jungkook pulls your hand out of your hoodie and laces his fingers with yours before putting both into his hoodie. You look up to see him already smiling down at you.
“Baby, why did you ask me to go out tonight, honestly?” his voice is soft and laced with curiosity.
You sigh. You try not to feel insecure, but it was hard with him. He was perfect in your eyes, and you were… well, you weren’t perfect by any means. You constantly wondered if he would want something more, something that you couldn’t offer him. What if he needed more adventure or someone that was in his league? The bottom line was, you knew there was someone out there that could give him that; and it intimidated you.
“I don’t know, it’s just been awhile since we’ve gone out.” You tell him, although its true you know you’re lying to him.
“But you didn’t want to go out, so what would you have done if I had said yes?” He chuckles raising his brows to you.
“I would have gone, I just want to make you happy,” You look up to him and smile.
“I am happy. Right here, with you,” He leans down and kisses your cheek, ”You know that right?”
You force a smile and nod, and he seems to pick up on your hesitation, but he lets it go for now.
Your cloudy eyes scan over the chip section, while Jungkook goes to a different isle to pick out ice cream. Decision making wasn’t your strong suit, so he found you in the same isle 5 minutes later still debating.
“Okay, like spicy or cheesy? You know I hate making decisions!” You pout holding up the two bags.
He chuckles coming closer to see what the options are, “For you, my lady,” He says taking both bags from your hands and putting them in the cart. You start to giggle, reaching out to hug him.
You walk through a few more isles deciding you want to get some noodles for an actual meal. You’re debating on what kind to get, when he freezes in the middle of the conversation. Instantly you stop talking wondering what the hell has your boyfriend’s attention.
Within a few seconds you know, “Oh, if that’s what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours,” Jungkook starts singing to you in the middle of the isle. His newfound love for the song 10,000 hours was intense, he was constantly singing it to you. Your eyes widen and you start to giggle, taking his hand when he holds it out to you. He spins you into him still singing incredibly loud for a grocery store. His pulls you in and you sway to the music, still unable to control your laughing. You back away from him and you start doing ‘tik-tok’ dance moves to the pop song, Jungkook’s voice cracks as he starts to laugh at you. Within seconds he’s right there with you mimicking your dance moves, you’re both dying from laughter.
You jump when you turn around to see an old couple watching you and giggling.
“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry!” You start laughing moving the cart out of the way while Jungkook quickly picks up the noodles and throws them into the cart.
“Please don’t apologize, you remind us of when we were younger,” The old man starts, looking at this wife adoringly, “It’s something special, to be in love with your best friend!”
You and Jungkook’s cheeks are burning red, as you hear the sweet compliment.
“It really is,” Jungkook agrees softly before looking at you, eyes filled with the same adoration as the old man.
You finally check out and begin your trek home, Jungkook insisting on carrying all the bags if you feed him some gummy bears. His left arm hangs around your shoulder while you alternate giving him a gummy bear, then yourself.
“Those were some pretty sweet moves back there,” he giggles
You start to laugh again shrugging your shoulders, “Yeah… yours were alright,” you mock. Jungkook gasps sarcastically.
“If I didn’t have this bag of food, I would dance battle you right here!”
“You mean… you would lose a dance battle right here?” You say confidently, before your start to giggle. You slowly look up at him only to see him glaring down at you jokingly, you reach up pressing a red gummy to his lips. You can’t help the belly laugh when he quickly nips the gummy out of your fingers nearly biting you.
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Finally, back home, he made the noodles as soon as you stepped into the house. Both of you singing loud to the music that plays in the background. You switch back and forth between both bags of chips, doing a happy dance when the flavors hit your tongue. His giggle pulls you from your food daze.
“Why are you laughing at me!” You push your lips out pouting as you crunch.
“Your little food dance, it’s one of my favorite things you do,” He imitates you with your little butt wiggle you do while he brings his noodles to his mouth.
“That’s not it,” you giggle showing him what you actually do, “you have to move your shoulders too!” You demonstrate taking a bite of your own noodles.
“Why are you so cute?” He giggles. You shrug cutely before poking your cheeks with your fingers. When you finish eating, he takes your bowls to the sink, and you decide to make your way over to his side of the counter. He turns around after washing the two dishes. You lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, leaning forward to take in the clean smell of your hair before kissing the top of your head multiple times.
He tugs at your chin so you’re looking up at him. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, lightly pushing your hair behind your ear, “You seem more like yourself now,” He presses his lips to yours lightly.
“What do you mean?” You ask, pushing yourself up so you can steal another kiss.
“Earlier, you asking to go out. I’m still confused about that…” He grazes his thumb over your bottom lip before looking into your eyes. You could tell that a part of him was worried. You sigh, knowing that it was out of character for you.
“So… maybe I thought that you wanted to be out partying,“ you try to pull back but his arms are around you tight, “Like Tae and Jimin are, with all of those beautiful women.”
His brows nit together as he processes your words, “Why did you think that?”
You take a deep breath deciding to tell him about your frequent insecurities. All of your fears and doubts about your perfect relationship, you told him all of them. He listened closely with his arms secure around you the whole time, his grip never faltering.
“Just… you know, I want to make sure you’re happy with me, so you don’t want to find someone who can make you happier,” you mumble, his face melts with the last sentence.
“Baby,” Its all he says, shaking his head slightly, “You make me, so happy. So happy sometimes that I wonder if this is real.”
“You’re so perfect for me. You know, a free-spirit, with a wild heart,” He sighs deeply cupping your cheeks in his hands, “I just want someone real, someone true.” He murmurs pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls back slightly before leaning in to hover just above your ear, “I need you to smoke with me baby.”
You smile, letting him pull you to the couch. He sits in the corner of the couch pulling you close to him, while he lights the joint that sits on his lips. Inhaling deeply before passing it to you. You both finish it off, and before you know it you’re laughing about who knows what. He pulls you onto his lap, you set your legs on both sides of his. Your body feels warm, maybe it’s because of high, or maybe its because of how much you love him.
His eyes are heavy as he stares up at you his fingers finding their way beneath the loose t-shirt on your body, “Are you happy with me?” He asks out of nowhere, “is there anything I could do to make you happier?”
You take a deep breath, the THC making it hard for you to think too deeply about the answer. You didn’t need to think hard because it was simple, you were happy.
“I just want the simple things,” You say quietly leaning forward to capture his lips in yours, “Someone to smoke with me, laugh with me, lay with me,” You kiss him between each phrase, you pull back to make sure he has your attention, “I just want you.”
He smiles big, taking his hand and wrapping it around the back of your neck to pull you close to him. You brace yourself against his chest, noticing the way his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. His lips attach to yours but this time it’s needy. He presses into them letting his tongue dance along your lower lip. You feel him start to harden beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down onto him. The moan that finds its way from his mouth to yours makes your body weak.
He pulls you closer to him, bringing himself forward on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he gently pulls his t-shirt from your body. Palming at your tits as soon as his eyes hit them. You throw your head back and he leans forward to leave love bites on the column of your throat. You reach forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair; tugging softly. He pulls you impossibly closer, your clothed heat pressed against his hard on. You moan into his mouth when he starts to kiss you again. Bucking your hips into him, he pulls back and brings his lips to your sensitive nipples. Massaging your left while his tongue teases the right, then switching. His hand slides up to your throat and your eyes finally meet his blown-out pupils, full of lust and love. His fingers tighten around your throat while he holds you close to his body with his other arm. He turns you both, leaning you back until your laying flat on the couch. His hand still firm around your throat, he leans forward to kiss you again; pressing his hard on into your groin making you whine.
He smiles before nipping at your neck, still pressing himself into where you need him the most. The friction is making you crazy and he knows it, “Baby…” you whimper and he lets out a quiet laugh into your skin. He moves down your body slowly, leaving hickeys in his path, “What baby? What do you need?” He coos, instantly snapping his hips into yours. You throw your head back whining again, “Come on princess, use your words,” He laughs again before sucking the skin of your thigh into his mouth. The purple mark is fresh compared to the dull ones from the nights previous. It’s like it’s his own private masterpiece, he runs his thumb over it before sitting up between your legs. He looks down at you and cocks his head, your bottom lip comfortably in-between your teeth. His fingers slide under the band of your sweatpants and he starts to pull them from your legs antagonizing slow. You wiggle your legs trying to speed up the process, only making him slow down even more.
“Mm no panties?” He licks his lips as notices how wet you are, ”Tell me what you want baby,” He says again, pulling the sweatpants from his own legs.
“I want you to fuck me, Kookie.” You lean forward reaching out for his hard cock, but he wraps his hands around your wrist. Pushing them into the couch, as he hovers over your body. He looks down at you, as the tip of his cock teases your clit. Your eyes are drawn to the way the veins in his biceps are popping out, then to the way his abs flex each time he thrust forward, “Please.” You beg finally meeting his eyes, and they seem to soften at your magic word.
Reaching down he lines himself up then slides inside of you torturously slow. Both of you inhaling deeply when he bottoms out and stops. Something you both loved the feeling of in general, but when you were high it was comparable to euphoria.
“You feel so fucking tight for me princess,” He moans pulling back, dragging his cock against your walls. You want to respond but the words hang on your lips, all you can formulate is whimper. Leaning forward on his forearms on each side of your head, he nudges your face to the side. Letting his teeth graze the shell of your ear. The sound of his moans and whimpers was enough to through you over the edge. He feels it when you start to tighten around him, his teeth finding the juncture of your shoulder and neck. Pressing his lips delicately before he starts to suck hard.
“I-Im so close, please,” You start to beg, you don’t know what you’re begging for exactly, but you have a feeling that he does. He quickens his pace, leaning up and pressing your thighs further apart. He takes his thumb to his mouth, collecting his spit before rubbing it into your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips start to buck up into his thrust, having a mind of their own. He takes it upon himself to pull your hips up to his, the new position making your body react instantly.
“Right there! Oh fuck, right there Kookie!” You yell out, warmth spreading through your body from your toes to your fingertips. The familiar tight feeling in your abdomen tells you that your close.
“Fuck princess, cum with me!” he moans and just like that your body starts to shake. An orgasm hitting you like a semi, the warmth that was running through your veins turns into something new. He holds your legs still, spilling himself inside of you. The feeling alone makes you feel like you could cum again. He thrust inside you a few more times, each time your body spasming.
He pulls out admiring the way his cum drips from you, taking his fingers and pushing it back inside of you. You spasm at the action, making him giggle, “You came so hard, didn’t you princess?” He asks you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he starts to get up to find something to clean you with. You nod, grabbing his hand quickly before he gets too far. He looks down at you, “Lay with me, baby.”
He pauses and smiles down at you before squeezing himself onto the couch next to you, “You’re still messy,” he says.
“I don’t care, I need you close right now,” You explain before burying your head into his chest. You feel his chest rock as he laughs at how fucked out you are. It didn’t happen every time but, sometimes he fucked you so good that you felt emotional afterwards. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you just wanted him to hold you. He wraps his arms around you, massaging your scalp with his fingertips.
“I love you so much, baby.” He says softly.
You hum into his chest, “Love you too.”
After about an hour of naked cuddling, you ask him if he wants to take a shower. He instantly perks up, wrapping you in his arms carrying you to the shower.
“If you think I would ever choose a night out over a night like this, you’re insane.”
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i just finished my reread of homestuck
and i have thoughts
putting them under a readmore bc many of you wont gaf and thats fine
so first of all, it was SIGNIFICANTLY less shitty than i remember, both in terms of quality and "problematic" shit. Dont get me wrong they use the R-slur a fair amount in the early stuff, and portrayals later on get a bit insensitive, but *almost* all of it seems either A) From the era where People Just Talked Like That (Lets be real, virtually everyone said the R-slur back then, it sucks, but it was that common) or B) fairly self-aware. The only real exception which was exactly as gross as i remember was Damara, but thats literally just like, three pages she shows up on.
moving on from all that though, story-wise its INCREDIBLY solid! The only plotholes I can think of are Jade's granddad's appearance in the session early on (which can actually be explained if you just think about the portals under the elevator in the frog ruins and Time Shenanigans), and Gamzee's various appearances post-scratch (He seems to have the capacity for time shenanigans AND immortality which is just weird since hes not even god tier).
as for the characters, WOW. They're exactly as endearing and wonderful as the first time i read the story!! You know i remember thinking i would be a Harley-Egbert in this world (tho NO thats not why im named Jade), but after rereading it, i think im almost definitely a Strider-Lalonde, possibly somewhere in the Roxy-Dave range. I've got issues aplenty, deep deep irony poisoning, and I *constantly* say inappropriate / uncomfortable shit and then overpsychoanalyze myself in a rant about it. proof, this stupid fuckin paragraph here.
But Vriska, oh MAN. I can now absolutely say Vriska--Is the BEST character in this fucking story, if only by virtue of her complexity!!! She's absolutely not a *great* person, but she's not remotely evil, either. She sits in the grey area, but at various points, can believably flirt with both evilness and righteousness. Ultimately she's a character driven by her own desire to be loved, but sometimes that desire to be loved steps over into a desire to be feared. She's utterly fascinating, and I'm right to have defended her, even if she is ALSO a huge 8itch!!! Nobody should strive to be like her, but also, everyone should strive to write characters like her. ALSO, she absolutely DOES get something of a redemption arc in-story, across multiple versions of herself. She ends up actually being the key to bringing down their enemies by the end, and the story makes no bones about that. But, simultaneously, her mistakes are deudly in ways that can't be underestimated.
Also, the formatting is FAR more brilliant than i gave it credit for back then. Not only do you have the animation and playable segments, but you have branching paths, split paths, characters at some points changing the very site presentation, and then finally using a password-system to do the retcon (which is outright brilliance)! Truly its the best example of Scott McCloud's infinite canvas....so far, at least.
Now onto the disappointing bits, or parts that weren't BAD, but i feel could have been improved. First of all, the game mechanics are ALL OVER THE FUCKIN PLACE. Dont get me wrong, some of them are outright compelling (Shooting thru a window to get to another window in outside-story-space??? fuckin cool) but others are convoluted (Like John's retcon powers, which somehow change all of current reality, but not ghost bubbles?), and others still are just now-obvious deus ex machinas (Like all the time loop shit, "Oh this idea was spawned by taling to someone who brought it from after the idea was implemented" is basically just "Because i said so" with extra steps). This is fun in some ways like i said, but by the end it feels somewhat cheap, and makes the ending kinda predictable.
The humor too is something that i feel could be improved. Its almost TOO running-gag-y for its own good by the end. Like, okay, I get that this story was *about* online friendships and that IS how online friendships (esp at the time) spoke, but eventually the running gags feel like they derail a lot of the actual interesting character development. I dont need to see Hussie bring up the Sock Ruse Was A Distaction comic for the billionth time while Roxy is finally reuniting with someone she thought was dead. It almost feels like it waters down all these characters into catchphrase machines, but the catchphrases are shared amongst them.
Anyways I think thats all my thoughts for now. I'm really glad i reread this, I'd been wanting to for a while, and it gave me a LOT of great (and a few not-so-great) ideas for my own comics i'm making now. If you haven't read it since it came out, i strongly recommend giving it another go, and if you havent, give it a first try! The best way to experience is the homestuck unofficial collection, which is what i did, it keeps almost everything exactly as it was before flash died!
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If I'm lucky, all errors have been caught before posting this year, and I have properly accounted for all variations needed for removing a leap year. Man, leap years are killer to deal with in terms of tracking down tiny changes to formulas! BUT. I think I actually did better this year than last year. Can we not discuss the things I screwed up? Anyway. I really did doublecheck pretty much everything that goes back to the Wordcount sheet.
ANYWAY.
For those who have been waiting for this spreadsheet, here it is! Sorry to be so late. For those who haven't seen this before, please take a look, use if you'd like, and share if you want to. All I ask is that if you make changes and spread the changed sheet around, please credit me as the original inspiration and link back to the original as well.
2021 Word Tracking Spreadsheet
Instructions and explanation are behind a cut/read more to save your feed/dash. This spreadsheet was developed because I found that it helped me keep myself moving forward from year to year, and I've been using it since 2012. I've been sharing it after folks asked what I was using to track my words, and it has evolved over the years into the version below. The instructions include screenshots from the 2021 spreadsheet and have finally been updated because a few things have changed. So. I guess I should update the instructions!
This spreadsheet was designed to allow you to set monthly goals for your writing, and easily track your words on different projects each day. It totals up your words for the day, your words for the month, and your words for the year. As you carry it along year to year, you can even track trends in your writing habits (for example, I’ve learned that I really suck at writing in May/June/July).
I’m going to go through this tab by tab to show you what’s what, and how to set yourself up and work daily.
We are actually going to begin with the second tab: Monthly Totals. This is where your totals are tracked, and where you set your goals. You can either set all your goals ahead of time, or month by month.
On this tab, you can fill in your pledges per month, and your goal for the year in the cells marked in grey. The monthly pledges (see column D) will transfer to other tabs as needed, and will be used to calculate a daily expected word count for each month. If you set an annual goal (you don’t have to!), you’ll be able to see how close you are to making that goal, and whether your pledges add up to the annual goal.
New: You can see your words to goal, and average needed per day to get to the goal.
You can see my usual pledges here. I've lowered my goals recently because I've found that around 500 words expected per day actually encourages me to make more, and doesn't make me feel bad if I make fewer.
The Actual column (B) is calculated automatically for you based on what you fill in on the Wordcount sheet, so let the spreadsheet do the work for you!
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The next tab we need to take a look at is the first one. This is where you’ll be doing your work, on the tab titled Wordcount.
It may look complicated, but I swear it’s not! It calculates pretty much everything you need, as long as you just keep copying information from row to row.
It’s set up so it’ll work whether you start a brand new project of 0 words, or carry forward a WIP that had words before the new year started. All you have to do is put in the title, the purpose (fest, community, this is all just for your notes), and the due date, then put in your starting word count. When you add a new project, make sure to fill that starting word count (0 or otherwise) down through ALL the prior days so that your totals stay consistent. The way I do this in Excel is to select from the starting total down to the current date, then choose Fill Down. All rows MUST be filled in or else your words will go negative (see above, where the cell G6 has a value, even though the word count did not change that day).
When a day begins, it’s easy. Just copy down the prior day (except January 1st, just start with the one in place) by selecting from column F through the last column after your current WIP and then copy it down to the next row.
For example, if I were ready to start Jan 3rd, I select from F6 through I6 (one after my last project) and copy those cells down (I do it by using the little square in the bottom right to drag it down, but you do what's best for you.
When you finish working on a project, enter its current word count.
Now, let's take a closer look at what's above.
I started two projects on Jan 1st: Title and Title2
Title started with 0 words
Title2 came in from last year with 20 words already written
On January 1st, I recorded 100 words for Title and 1200 for Title2, and the sheet calculated that I wrote 1280 words that day
On January 2nd I didn't do anything on Title, but Title2 inreased to 1300 TOTAL words (NOT new words), so I added 100 words that day.
On January 3rd, I added Title3 with 0 words to start, and I made sure that every row in my new column showed those 0 words.
The sheet color codes for days where you are below target or above target in the Actual Words/Day column. It’ll be white on zero days. You can see at a glance your trends for writing.
It also marks projects that have been added to as green on that day in their column, which is nice if you do a weekly or monthly round up. Again, you can see at a glance which projects you've worked on, versus the ones still waiting.
When you finish a fic, simply hide the column (do not delete it). That’s why copying the entire row from F to after last down is important, so you copy the hidden columns too.
Some information about the other columns.
Target Total is where you hoped to be that year by that date.
If you’re not there, don’t worry!! Zero days are OKAY and give yourself a chance to catch up another time. If you need to adjust your pledges, go do that on the Monthly Totals tab and everything will update.
The Daily Target is the total you are hoping to reach to stay on target toward the Monthly Pledge for that month–it’ll be different each month depending on what you pledge.
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Now let’s move on to some of the fun tracking pieces. Next up are Daily Graph and Monthly Graph, which are exactly what they sound like. I’ll show examples from my 2017 spreadsheet (note, the daily graph will look very up and down–that’s OKAY! Again, let yourself have zero days…).
Daily Graph
Monthly Graph
Please note that the monthly graph has changed slightly. The pledged words are a line, but the actual words are now an area graph so you'll be able to see that fill in, and see your pledge as a line over it. That will give something good to look back on at the end of the year, but I don't have a new example yet!
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There is a weird little blank tab for tracking AO3 stats, if you want to do so like I do. Feel free to modify as you need, based on your own person fandoms. I just carry data through from year to year so I can see how things change.
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The last two tabs are my favorite! The Annual Comparison tab becomes useful after you’ve been using the spreadsheet more than a year, because by keeping track of totals year to year, you can start to see what your writing tendencies are. This tab has changed this year!
In the main data, I have added a Range (difference between the current month and the average) and a Median. In both cases, it won't calculate (just like the average) until you're actually in that month. Prior calculations are against the prior year's data.
Just copy in your data from prior spreadsheets, then let the new column for this year calculate on its own. No work needed once you've put in the old data!
Sample data included solely to be able to make it make sense. It won't be in the sheet you download.
The chart has changed! The area chart is your average across all your data. The colored lines are all the years. The current year is in black, with markers, to make it really stand out. So you can see both how you are doing against your prior years and your typical average per month.
And the last tab helps you track your progress toward your pledges. This tab is why I created the spreadsheet in the first place. I did NaNo back in 2011 and realized that being able to see my progress helped keep me writing. I like visuals! It lets me see at a glance how I’m progressing toward my goal each month.
You don't need to fill in a thing on this sheet! It pulls in the pledge from where you set it on the Monthly Totals tab, and calculates your wordcount based on that sheet, and does everything for you. Just sit back and enjoy the charts. Red columns are the expected totals, and blue will be your actual progress. You can see whether you're ahead or behind (and DON'T WORRY if you're behind, it is OKAY).
Yes, that’s my actual horrible progress December 2018. It was a rough month.
Anyway, that’s it! Hope you like it, and if you’ve used it before, thank you for coming back. Feel free to ask if you have any questions!
2021 Word Tracking Spreadsheet
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Hidden in the sun
A Monst produced Short Story ^.^
Stripper! Kirisima Eijirou x Reader
Word count- 18,391 (Less than I thought but meh)
Warnings: Sexy tiime themes and actions, Dark chocolate,
Playlist: Hidden in the sun
Summary: Your life was set in stone. You had already accepted your fate; you were ready to live a bleak colorless life. Well that was your intention, but it seemed as though your friends wanted to liven up your life after such depressing news. A club, A strip club to be more precise. “So, come on (Name) liven up a little, have a drink and unwind after all there’s still time.” Your friends teased. How interesting it is to think that if you had refused to go out with your friends that night you would have never met him. You would have never met the stripper known as Red Riot.
You swirled the light brown liquid in your glass for the upteenth time. You were beginning to regret indulging your friends. Your eyes scanned over the low lit room in boredom. All you saw was grey. The raunchy words of the song only served to make you cringe. And, the scantily clad blonde on stage looked as if he was contemplating murder, teeth practically snapping at the multiple hands trying to slip bills in his briefs.
Sadly his show was over and you were left without entertainment. The next striper to come on stage was an attractive man with short black hair. You didn’t have anything against him but the confident grin on his face was irritating. You considered finishing your drink and bidding your friends adieu.
“Ughh Cellophane is so fucking fine!” You heard one of your friends squeal.
“Right! B-but my favorite is Deku. He-he’s just so cute.” Uraraka gushed.
“My favorite is IcyHot.” Yaoyorozu blushed.
“Hey, hey stop mentioning names! This is (Name)’s first time here, she doesn’t know whose who.” Ashido laughed.
“It’s fine Mina, I was just about to leave.” You interjected looking down at your watch. “Actually if I leave now I can still make the train.”
“What!? No! You can’t leave (Name).” Hagakure pouted.
“Yeah! Come on at least watch all the shows or drink some more. You deserve to treat yourself babe.” Jirou smiled motioning for a server with leopard print briefs over. “Fill us up Charge bolt!”
“You work too hard. And we just figured we should have some fun with you before-”
“Before you decide to leave!” Uraraka cut Tsuyu off.
“Look I appreciate the thought, but I’m really not feeling this.” You groaned motioning all around. “I know I sound like a bitch but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and looking at half-naked dancing men isn't going to fix my problems.”
The uncomfortable silence that fell didn’t help your growing guilt. You hated being the ‘uncool one’, the one killing the mood. Sometimes you just wanted them to not invite you that way you wouldn’t have to see the melancholic looks on their faces…. The club chose the wrong moment to be semi-silent as you all avoided each others eyes.
“Now presenting our last dance of the night! Red Riot!!!” The announcers words broke through the tense atmosphere and Yaoyorozu parted her lips to speak “You have someone to drive you (Name). Why are you taking the subway?” You didn’t answer, she also noticed everyone in your group had gone silent, she quickly looked to see everyone staring at you.
Yaoyorozu’s words fell on deaf ears as you looked at the man walking out onto the stage. You were in awe. It was at that moment that you noticed the color highlighting the stage. A steamy fiery red. A beautiful shade matching his slicked back tresses. His vermillion eyes scanned the crowd with a shy smile that made your heart race.
When he got to the pole you leaned forwards for a better look. He wore a form fitting suit jacket, a pair of really tight black shorts with a white shirt like pattern and you could make out the suspenders that were attached to them trailing up into his jacket. Wrapped around his strong neck was black necktie. You had never seen a man as gorgeous as the red-head in front of you.
His eyes were half-lidded a sexy expression on his face when he sensually trailed his fingers on the metal pole. He circled the metal looking at it as if it were his lover he was going to devour. You were transfixed. He stood in front of the pole and threw his head back, his back arching. This made his pelvis pop out prompting squeals from the crowd at the view of the very stretched material of his briefs.
He let out an audible sigh running his hands up his muscular thighs, his hips rocking to the music. His fingers teased the hem of his shorts and you almost short circuited. He sent the crowd a teasing grin running his tongue over his lips as his fingers trailed up into the jacket. With slow grinding movements he raked his fingers back down catching his lower lip in his teeth as he pressed his crotch to the cool metal pole.
With one hand on the pole he leaned back, then slowly undid the buttons on his jacket. The sight of his bare chest made some of the patrons squeal in excitement. However he didn’t take it off, his other hand reaching the pole and with practiced ease he slowly climbed on it. It was ironic as the song spoke about not teasing but with every movement the material of the jacket became a tease giving the crowd small peaks of his toned pecs and abdomen.
You watched the man climb up higher and higher on the pole until he wrapped his legs tight on the pole and fell back allowing the jacket to slide off his muscular arms smoothly and pool onto the floor. His body was absolutely amazing. Your eyes scanned over every ridge of his brawny form. When he loosened his legs his arms came down onto the floor and he flipped over onto his feet. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a minute as he moved fluidly his contemporary movements all done to perfection. When he bent over you got a pleasant view of his sculpted ass and you felt your face flush when he gave the perky mounds a teasing twerk.
He crossed his arms behind him around the pole. His body waved fluidly against the metal the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting deliciously. His hand pulled him back atop the pole and he spread his legs to grind upon the pole while being suspended. Your eyes widened when he pulled himself closer to the pole his body flush against the metal as he embraced it tightly. You shuddered at the look the pole was receiving and the club grew loud once more as his tongue licked up the length of it hotly.
You were flushed throughout the entire performance your mind was intent on remembering every detail. You felt so strange while watching the man dance. He expressed so many things at once that it left you breathless. He was shy, sensual, confident, intimidating but, most of all he looked free. He was like a breath of fresh air; full of life and color. It was everything your life lacked and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
When the last few notes of the song played he gave a bashful smile to the crowd who yelled and hollered while throwing cash. His skin was gleaming, the sheen of sweat on it making him glow. He looked like an angel. Beautiful kind eyes, rosy cheeks and a modest smile on his lips. Even in his sinful attire with his prominent v-line teasing your view and a dark trail of hair disappearing into his boxers.
After he disappeared behind the curtain you remained still and speechless. The room seemed to drift back to grey the moment he left. But, the color, the warm red that he left behind was still caught in your mind. It felt selfish but, you wanted it back. You wanted to see that blissful expression on his face as he lost himself into the music. You wanted to see that fiery color again.
“Wow… I’m guessing you really liked his performance huh (Name)” Ashido teased. You stopped yourself from jumping at her sudden intrusion. You had been so lost in his dance that you had tuned out everyone.
“Liked it? Hell she didn’t look away!” Jirou chuckled.
“Didn’t know guys like that were your type.” Tsuyu smiled.
“Shut up!” You squeeked “B-besides where is Momo??”
“Don’t try to change the topic-
“No seriously where’d she go?” You cut off now concerned for your friend.
“Oh...Umm She’s fine just went to do something.” Uraraka grinned.
“And that was?” You questioned.
“Well since you liked Red Riot’s performance so much Momo went to get you a private show.” Hagakure beamed.
“SHE WHAT?!!!!??!!!” You yelled. “Guys what the hell you know I’m-”
“Oh come on just live a little.” Yaoyorozu chimed as she sat down next to you. “In all honesty, it's been a long time since I've seen that type of expression on your face.”
“What expression.” You grumbled.
“I don’t know but, your eyes were so bright, you were really full of color and wonder.” She smiled softly. You paused and looked at all your friends who nodded in agreement.
“B-but I-”
“Excuse me. Ms. (Name)?” A handsome man with two toned hair cut in.
“Yes?” You replied looking at the heterochromic man in confusion.
“Red Riot is now ready for you.” He informed.
“W-wait I don’t think-” You looked to your friends your brows furrowed in worry. They all gave you warm smiles in encouragement and Tsuyu piped in with a “It’s already paid for and, if you don’t go they don’t do refunds.” So with a roll of your eyes you grabbed your bag and followed after the dancer known as IcyHot.
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You felt your heartbeat in your eardrum with each step you took. Each clonk of your heels on the ground was a newly added butterfly in the pit of your belly. And, when IcyHot had finally stopped walking you almost crashed into his nude back. (That was just as good looking as he was.) He motioned towards a door that was painted ombre a red plaque with the name Red Riot carved into it.
“You have an hour. Please do not touch him in his private areas and respect the limits he will set. Enjoy your time.” He informed in a monotone. When he turned to walk away you cracked a smile. He seemed annoyed. As it wasn’t any of your business you proceeded to knock on the door with your heart in your throat.
“Come in.” The deep baritone voice brought heat to your cheeks. And with a deep breath you opened the door. Your eyes immediately widened, your jaw going slack when you saw him in nothing but a tight black speedo. You quickly looked away when you caught his red gaze. Embarrassment crashed over you and you considered leaving.
“S-sorry I didn’t know you were changing..” You idiled.
He stood silent observing your embarrassed form in confusion. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had to give you a lap dance. And, you were really pretty so it didn’t help his nerves. He’s had so many people cross through that door but, none of them with the look you currently had on your face. He was very adept at reading people and quite easily knew you were more than just embarrassed or nervous. To him it looked like you were also feeling guilty but the guilt was outshone with something else he saw.
It wasn’t lust. He knew that one too well… Especially when giving private shows but your look was one of apprehension. He realized that his intense look wasn’t helping and offered you a charming smile. You bit your lip and closed the door sitting on the couch he motioned to. “You didn’t catch me changing.” He chuckled a blush coming up on his face. “This is just what I wear for private shows.”
He switched on the stereo and slowly walked up towards you bringing one leg up onto the couch to rest against your thigh. With an encouraging smile he brought your hands to his chest. “U-umm I-I don’t. I’m sorry but could you not um do this..”
He pulled back a bit confused but you refused to meet his curious gaze. But, as you requested he pulled back and turned off the music. He didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you already were. He then sat down on the couch in front of you pulling a pillow on his lap to toy with. “D-did I do something wrong?” He asked as he avoided your gaze.
“No. No not at all it’s just that I…..” You cut off trying to find the right words to say.
“Oh I think I get it now.” He smiled sheepishly “I knew you looked a bit out of place. Your friends brought you here huh? And I’m guessing they also payed for this.”
“Yeah, that’d be correct.” You frowned. “Don’t get me wrong there really great and were only trying to get me to loosen up a bit and it’s not that I don’t think your attractive but this situation seems kinda forced and awkward you know?”
“Well I am paid to dance on customers so I can see how that’d be considered gross.” He sighed dejectedly.
“No! I didn’t mean it like that it’s just that I would rather do something your more comfortable with, like I know you dance for and on strangers but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do so, especially since I didn’t pay for it.” You rambled.
“I really don’t mind but if this is your way of saying your not comfortable with a naked man dancing on you that’s okay.” He laughed cheekily. “What do you suggest we do then?”
You rolled your eyes a smile coming onto your lips. “I dunno let’s just talk?” He returned your smile with a nod not at all minding the change in plans. Afterall he wouldn’t pass up a decent conversation with a cute girl. He’d be dumb to refuse since most of the people he spoke to were only interested in sexual talk.
Your heart was racing a mile a minute at his cute smile. You wouldn’t lie you had wanted him to dance for you but, a small selfish part of you wanted to leave a good impression so that he’d remember you. You didn’t want your memories of him to only be lustful afterall it wasn’t only his sinful body movements that caught your attention. (Though it was what made you keep watching)
It was awkward at first but then you both got into a lively chatter. Kirishima. Kirishima Eijirou was his name. You recalled that you had compared him to an angel earlier on and the more you spoke with him the more you realized that the comparison was spot on. Kirishima was a ray of sunshine; bright, warm and wonderful. You had never met someone like him before.
“Okay but I’ve been meaning to ask you something since I walked in.” You smiled.
“Go for it.” He beamed.
“That poster. That’s Crimson Riot! He is like my favorite actor ever! I knew your name was familiar but I didn’t know you liked him too!” You gushed.
“Like him? Try the word love! He was just so amazing! I have all of the movies he starred in on disk!” He fan boyed.
“Get out! All of them?! Even the special bonus movie where he played the role of a mobster but was secretly a detective!” You asked.
“Oh my gosh you know that one?! It’s literally my favorite!” He grinned standing up and opening a drawer to pull out the case.
“Dude how!?” You said in awe holding the dvd case. “I’ve looked for a copy of this everywhere.”
“I found it in a thrift store. Who knows they might have more copies.” He chimed.
Kirishima was having the time of his life speaking to you. None of his friends were really into those old movies so he’s never had someone to fanboy with. The same applied to you. It also wasn’t considered proper for you to indulge in said movies….
“If you don’t tell me the name of the store right now i’m going to come back everyday to bother you about it!” You giggled.
“I was going to tell you but I think I really like the consequences of not telling you.” He winked.
“Stop flirting this is a serious life or death matter!” You flushed.
“I’ll take you. I mean if you want.” He blushed waving his hands in front of him. “I know people don’t usually want to be seen with strippers but I don’t know I figured we should hang out?”
“I um wouldn’t mind that.” You whispered.
“Cool! Then how about we go next saturday! I’m off that day are you free that day?” He beamed when you nodded. “It’s a really rough neighborhood so I also didn’t want you to go alone.”
“Hold on let me check to see what time would be good. Oh my gosh it’s so late!” You squealed looking down at your phone. (Insert phone pic in here) You both had been speaking for hours.
“Wow time really flew didn’t it.” he bit his lip in worry. “Sorry for taking up so much of your time (Name). Do you want me to walk you home?”
You bristled at the comment and waved him off. “No it’s fine besides I live pretty far from here and the trains aren't running so I’ll just take a cab.”
“Okay no problem I’ll walk you out and wait with you.” He announced.
“All right. But, you might want to put some clothes on…..” you snickered.
“Ah...Right!.” He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a pair of white sweats quickly slipping them on over his speedo. “Now let’s go.”
You both walked out of the building from the back door since the club had long since closed. You both exchanged contact information as you waited for the cab. The twinkle on both your faces were enough to illuminate the entire street. Every cell in your being was begging for Saturday to come quickly. And, Kirishima was one to agree.
You joked about him being cold as he wasn’t wearing any shoes or shirt. He laughed flexing in a silly pose talking about his manliness. When the taxi finally came you both swapped your grins for something softer. You bid your new friend goodbye with promises of texting him throughout the week.
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“Oi Shitty hair wake the fuck up!” The angry blonde stripped fussed knocking on his friends’ door. “If you miss breakfast I don’t want your annoying ass to complain!”
“Oh come on Bakugou cut him some slack he had a long night yesterday.” Cellophane grinned.
“Can’t believe that cute thing lasted so long with Kirishima. She must be really good.” Charge Bolt interrupted.
“That’s not true.” Kirishima grumbled as he opened the door. “We were just talking.” He yawned.
“That explains all the laughing.” IcyHot added. “What were you both talking about?”
“Crimson Riot! It turns out she’s a really big fan! She even knew about the special bonus-”
“Shut the fuck up with your damn obsession. So she’s a shit nerd big deal.” Bakugou shouted with a roll of his eyes.
“Kacchan you sound jealous.” The green haired stripper teased.
“Fucking Deku!” Bakugou grumbled. “I’m not jealous i’m fucking pissed becuase they kept me up all night talking about that shitty actor!”
“Ughh tell me about it these walls are so damn thin.” Charge Bolt complained.
“You seem happy.” Cellophane nudged his friend.
“I am! We’re going out on Saturday to buy a copy of Crimson Riot’s movie Mafia.” he grinned.
“I don’t know dude I think you like her.” Charge Bolt teased.
“Of course I do why do you think we’re hanging out next week?” Kirishima asked spreading jam on his toast.
“You idiot. He means like like.” Bakugou insulted from his spot near the stove.
“O-oh Well (Name) is really cute and super nice but we just met.” The red head blushed.
“Love at first sight!” Some of his friends chimed in unison.
He didn’t speak after that eating his breakfast in silence. Ignoring Bakugou’s rant on how some girls didn’t want to seriously date a stripper. He didn’t think you were like that from what he gathered last night he thought you were really cool and, he wasn’t opposed to getting to know you better. And, who knows, maybe you guys would hit it off. The thought made him smile. And, he shot you a text.
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When you got home you still wore a ditzy smile on your face. When you unlocked the door to your triplex apartment You promptly ignored the questions from your assigned housemaid. It was a bit insensitive however, you were in such high spirits that the last thing you wanted to hear was ‘Women shouldn’t be arriving home at such ungodly hours’.
You twirled into the bathroom washing up and disinfecting your phone before changing into your pajamas and throwing yourself atop your bed. A blissful smile on your face as you thought back on the red eyed stripper. He was absolutely amazing. Not only did he have an attractive figure but he had a gorgeous personality. And, to put the icing on the cake he also loved Crimson Riot as much as you did. You fell asleep easily that night forgetting your problems and letting the color red fill your dreams.
The sun slipped past the cracks of your curtain sliding across your room to caress your face coaxing you into consciousness. And, when your eyes opened and you dusted the remnants of sleep from your eyes a slow smile slipped onto your face. Last night's events lapping at your mind like gentle waves. It was by far the best morning you’ve awoken to in a long time. Briefly you thought it would be complete if the object of your dreams was there to wake besides you. The thought made you smile silly.
You were a nonsense person but just the thought of Kirishima already left you breathless. You knew it was not love but extreme attraction. But that didn’t stop your mind from running wild with the possibilities. It was foolish to ponder them but, you promised yourself you’d return to reality soon. Well maybe after you opened his text.
The giddy smile on your face was threatening to split it in half as you squealed. You gushed at how adorable he was and quickly went to reply that any Crimson fan could text you a billion times in a day and you wouldn’t be mad. You bit your lip to contain your smile looking intently at the three bubbling dots indicating he was writing.
But, reality had other plans when you saw a notification swipe across your screen. Your lips pulled down into a grimace as you caught the words from the notif bar. You didn’t bother to open the text. You really hated the fact that you’d be outed if you blocked the number. The more you thought how inconvenient it was for you the darker the world seemed. The closer the walls came around you. A melancholic sigh slipped past your lips as you went to open the text. Until you got another notification that reminded you of a warm fiery red.
Your lazy sunday consisted of lounging around, your phone nearby. With every ding you’d jump towards it bringing the device to your face to eagerly read what Kirishima sent. As a matter of fact that was how your week went. Not so much lounging as you were needed in the office more than you would have liked. However your fingers always danced on the edge of your phone. You were in such luck that no one called you out on wednesdays meeting. The meme war with Kirishima left you in hesticals and you would be damned if you lost! Even though your co-workers sent you odd glances as you giggled at your lap.
You were on cloud nine the whole week only occasionally bothered by unpleasant texts. And as you visited your friends in their cubicles they could also point out your balant joy. You really had fun texting Kirishima the entire week. The charming man sent you unfailing texts after the first day; one to welcome you into the morning sun. One to reaffirm your ‘date’. One to tell you he was off to dance and another to tell you he was done with his shift and the last mandatory one was wishing you sweet dreams.
Honestly Kirishima was like a dream. A beautiful dream that you never wished to wake from. Hell it had only been a week of knowing him and, you were already full to the brim with joy whenever his ‘nickname’ flashed on your screen. It wasn’t love you told yourself but, it was undeniably a crush.
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Saturday finally arrived and, you could feel your heart kickboxing your ribcage. How in the hell could you give a flawless presentation of the company’s new investments and plans for the next few years but the thought of seeing the stripper had your hands clamming up. Your maid cast you disapproving glances as you swapped on outfit after outfit. You twirled in the mirror in dresses and skirts only to pose endlessly in different jeans, pants, and shorts. When you finally settled on your outfit you apologized to the maid for the mess. The haughty stare and unsettling words she gave you were almost enough to drop your mood.
But Kirishima’s text telling you that he was waiting in front of the club for you made you race out of the door. You decided on taking your car because after all week you were anxious to see the redhead in the flesh. It did occur to you that this was a platonic outing but you didn’t mind one bit. It also didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.
Your heard you phone go off in a familiar unpleasant tune as you started the ignition. You ignored it in favor of picking up the call from your favorite stripper.
“Hey Kiri. Yup I’m just heading out. Mhmmm, Sure see you soon.” You hung up with a smile. Honestly ever since meeting Kirishima smiles plagued your face. The drive to the club was pretty swift and when you saw the man looking up and down the street you almost ran into the car in front of you. You had to circle around the block since you were so distracted. Had he always looked this attractive? He was in simple casual clothes but damn if he wasn’t fine.
When you stood the car in front of him he looked up at you with a heart melting grin. He ushered you out of the car and, as soon as your feet touched the pavement he embraced you lifting you off your feet and swinging you around in his firm embrace. You felt your face grow hot when he finally placed you back down on the ground. His own face tinged pink as he scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “S-sorry I got a bit carried away.” He mumbled.
“I-it’s okay I’m excited too. It’s great to see you again.” You uttered playing with your fingers bashfully.
“Yeah it’s great to see you (Name). Shall we?” He grinned holding out his hand. You took it without hesitation. “W-wait shouldn’t you properly park?”
After doing so you both walked down the street. Just as if you had known each other for ages conversation flowed easily. Things ranging from work related incidents to little tidbits of information on yourselves. Occasionally during the walk someone would recognize him. Some pointing him out commenting on his profession. However, he didn’t seem to mind therefore you made no comment on it.
You let him chat your ear off on every little detail of the neighborhood you walked in. He pointed out his favorite places offering to take you to a couple of food joints on future ‘gatherings’. You had to bite your lip so you didn’t look like a fool with how much the invitation made you happy. You could smell his cologne with how close you both were walking.
“And then Bakugou finds out that Kaminari was the one who took Todoroki’s thong. The look on his face was priceless!” He laughed as you finished telling you another silly tale of his friends. “Oh here we are! Fatgum’s Thrift! You can literally find anything here.” He chimed slipping his hand out of yours to open the door.
As Kirishima went to greet the clerk you took the time to look around the store. Vintage clothing and odd relics littered the messy shop. And, then you saw it. It being all the Crimson Riot merch. You bee lined it and looked at all the trinkets in awe. You were probably going to leave the store with most of these. “Oh shoot! They’ve got Funko pops of him.” You geeked.
“I know right?! I’ve got all of them.” Kirishima beamed as he finally caught up with you.
“Seriously? I didn’t see them when I was in your room.” You mentioned as you picked up one of the tiny action figures.
“O-oh that’s because the customers think it’s kinda weird…” He mumbled.
“Oh well if it makes you feel any better I wouldn't be able to put these in my office either.” You smiled sympathetically.
“Why do people have to cramp our style like this?” He quipped dramatically.
“Right! Let me like what I like!” You hollered.
“When I want to and I feel like it!!” He encouraged.
You both spent a considerable amount of time in the store after you found the Red Riot Mafia movie. You were surprised the owner didn't kick you out with how much you squealed. The sun was beginning it’s decent when you both decided to leave. With a wave to the lively clerk and an enthusiastic 'goodbye Fat' from Kirishima you both walked out of the store.
You both left the store in hysterics at a silly pun you made but your smile quickly vanished when you noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Your lip curled in distaste. They had resorted to tailing you. Your eyes widened in panic as the person stalked closer. You slipped your hand into Kirishima’s and tugged.
“Woah (N-name)? What’s going on!” He yelped.
“Shh just trust me and run!” you replied running ahead of him one hand gripping his tightly as the other held the bag with your merch. “My family’s really anal.”
He didn’t question you further just turning back to look at the running man in a crisp suit. He had figured you were wealthy with what you were wearing the day that you meet at the club but he didn’t know it was to the point of family bodyguards. And, if he was being honest it didn’t put him off at all. It was a bit exhilarating like being in a spy or gangster movie. With that in mind, he picked up his pace so he was the one pulling you.
You both whooped and hollered as you ran. You really had never felt more alive. You felt like a rebel escapee. Running away from your problems with your personal Clyde. Kirishima tossed you a grin bringing his index finger to his lips motioning you to be silent. With a swift spin he had embraced your body, twirling the both of you into a very small space between two buildings. Your eyes spun at the movement and before you could speak he clasped his hand over your mouth pointing towards the man who had just run pass the small crack you both hid in.
Both your eyes watched him disappear and only then did he remove his hand. Breathless laughter escaped you both as you tried to regain your breath. The chuckles ceased once you noticed how silent Kirishima got. His face had a cute rosy tint to it, his ruby eyes gazing into your own eyes. You just realized how close you both really were. Your chests were pressed up snuggly against each other and you could feel his breath ghost over your lips.
You felt your face heat up at the look he gave you. His fingers came up to cup your cheek tenderly. His eyes half lidded as he moved in closer, his nose brushing up against yours. His eyes looked down to your lips and you felt your own eyes droop in anticipation. With a tilt of his head his lips brushed against yours. Your eyes widened when he finally placed his soft lips on yours. They closed with a flutter and you felt your heart swell with emotion.
When you both pulled back you were both pretty flustered. But that didn’t stop the second kiss from happening. Your lips molding into each other like an age old puzzle. The fireworks you felt from it left your mind reeling. You felt as if you could actually get drunk off his lips. Your lips moved against his in a slow dance savoring the feel of the action.
“Oi! Go make out somewhere else!” Someone passing the ‘alley’ shouted. You both pulled away quickly. His fingers reached up to touch his lips in awe. He had never kissed anyone that made him feel like that! You still felt the tingles on your lips but, you were the first to move and get out of the crack. He walked out and parted his lips to speak when you cut him off.
“S-sorry, I guess we got all caught up in it.” You mumbled looking away.
Kirishima was confused. Did you not like it? Did you not like him? Was it because of your family? He had so many questions, but he really didn’t want to pressure you into answering. He was quite clear in what he was feeling. He liked you. Like really liked you. He knew his crush on you would only grow the more you spent time with each other and he was hoping that you felt the same way even though it was so early on in the ‘relationship’. Maybe you were overwhelmed? He wasn’t opposed to giving you time and wasted none of it giving you an answer.
“I don’t regret it or anything, but I guess we did get swept up in the adrenalin of it all.” he pouted.
You really wanted to kiss those pouty lips again. You were going to take this memory to your grave the soft feel of his lips the electricity coursing through your veins. It was magical. It reminded you of a quote you once heard in a movie about love being the closest thing humans had to magic.
“I-I think he’s gone.” Kirishima said snapping you out of your stupor.
“R-right, I’m guessing you want to know?” You sighed.
“I do. But, I won’t pry you can tell me whenever your ready to.” He smiled.
His hand held yours in a loose hold as you both walked (into the sunset) back to the club. There wasn’t much banter but the silence wasn’t at all awkward. He had literally walked you to your car and you couldn’t help but think he looked angelic with a twinkle in his face as the sun cast a blinding light behind him.
“Thanks I had a lot of fun today.” You spoke.
“I had a great time too. Especially when we were running away heh it felt like we were in our own Crimson Riot movie. It was like Hidden in the sun” The smile he gave you showed off his cute teeth and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled in your chest. He had just compared your ‘escapade’ to one of Crimson’s romantic action movies. The one where Mei is running from her oppressive rich family into the arms of Kujo the yakuza leader of the Sun Eaters.
“So what? You were Kujo?” You teased.
“Naturally.” He winked “And your my trusty partner! The lovely Mei.”
“Kirishima we’ve got to get together and have a marathon one day.” You proposed as you unlocked your car.
“Sure no problem but, only if you call me Eijirou.”
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‘Mei!”
‘Kujo!’
‘Thank goodness you're okay’ The man sighed bringing his hands to cup the woman’s cheeks. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.’
‘Kujo I was so scared’ The woman cried.
‘It’s alright now Mei. You’re here with me’ he smiled resting his forehead against hers. ‘Your father will never get between us again.’
‘My love, promise me we’ll be together always.’ She sighed.
‘Forever and always my love’ He smiled, bringing her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles.
A tender smile blessed your features as you watched the film. You wished to find love like that one day. And as the two actors on the screen professed their love for each other you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Kirishima. The red head sat to your right on your lush bed. His strong arms squeezed the life out of one of your various plushies as tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Eijirou are you crying?” You asked; your smile growing.
“These aren’t regular tears (Name).” he sniffled.
“They’re not?” You grinned.
“Of course not, they’re manly tears” He argued.
“It’s okay to cry about it.” You reassured, reaching over to pluck some tissues from a box that rested atop your bedside drawer. When you handed them over, he thanked you before blowing his nose.
“It’s just so sad you know?”
It was heartwarming how sentimental he was. But he was right; you had streamed this movie about a million times, and you cried each time you watched it. Despite their efforts, despite the fact that Mei’s arranged marriage was abolished and despite the fact that Mei’s father had finally given them his blessing; at the end of the film when facing off the rival gang Kujo dies. The suneaters are left without a leader and out of love for the deceased Kujo, Mei takes on his place as the head of the Yakuza. The movie ends with Mei holding a young child’s hand and they stand in front of a grave. Then she begins to tell the young boy of his father Kujo leader the Suneaters and how he saved a young woman from an awful life.
The movie was only three fourths of the way through but even your eyes misted at the tragedy that was to come. But for now, the actors embraced lovingly. They spewed sonnets of adoration and made eternal vows of the undying passion they both felt. They’re lips molded against each other in the dim candlelit scene.
‘Kujo, I – I want you to make me a woman.’ Mei gasped as she pulled away from the heavy kiss.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked placing delicate kisses at the tips of her fingers.
‘Yes’ She breathed.
‘I promise to be gentle and treat you like the most delicate of blooms’
‘Kujo~
Your face burned as you watched Kujo’s hands undo the knots of Mei’s kimono. The material slid down her body exposing her semi-nude form. They’re lips tangled as they shed their clothes leaving them both bare. You had watched this movie billions of times, but this scene never failed at making you feel hot. It was sensual, erotic and passionate. It was also very explicit with beads of sweat rolling down the actress’ exposed breast. The way his hand slipped between her thighs…
“D-do you want me to fast forward it?” You gulped.
“N-No it’s fine.” You were basically watching pornography with your crush. And, every noise be it a mewl or a moan was starting to affect your body temperature. You couldn’t help but side eye the attractive man next to you, watching as his Adams apple bobbed when he gulped, the way his arms squeezed your plushie tighter and closer to his crotch... You startled when those scarlet eyes met yours. You quickly looked away when your eyes caught sight of the rouge on his cheeks.
You bit your lip trying to ignore the lewd sounds coming from the screen. It seemed as though Kirishima had the same idea as he cut through the heating moment with a commentary of the movie.
“Y-You know this scene is real.” He coughed. “U-um you probably already know that since you’re also a huge Crimson Riot fan.” He chuckled awkwardly.
“Y-Yeah he did all of his stunts too.” You flushed.
“He really was amazing.” He blushed.
“Mmhm”
‘Ah Kujo Mmm~’
“You know I watched this movie with Katsuki?” He interjected, trying to play off the fact that he was extremely turned on. “We skipped this part though!” He quickly added.
“Bakugou?” You mused also taking the opportunity to talk in order to distract yourself from your growing desire. “I didn’t think he’d be into something like this.”
“He isn’t, he said he hated it.” He laughed “He said, and I quote ‘What a fucking shitty movie! Why the fuck did he have to die huh? Why did you show me this bullshit!’”
“It sounds like he took Kujo’s death harshly.” You giggled.
“You got that right.” He grinned.
His grin slowly faded when he looked back at your television. He…. He didn’t remember this scene being so long… And he wasn’t sure, but when did it get so hot? His eyes weren’t on the screen anymore. They explored every inch of your body. How could he resist? He already knew he had feelings for you. Sure, it had only been two months since your first meeting but between the frequent texts, visits and movie nights he was clear on how he felt. And right now, he was feeling inexplainable desire for the person he liked.
His yearning radiated out of his every pore. His eyes failing to hide how much he wished to experience the same scenario as the two actors on the screen, with you. Your eyes peered deep into Kirishima’s wine colored hues when you felt him lean in closer. Your body followed suit until you felt his breath ghost over your lips. Kirishima’s eyes looked to your lips and back to your eyes. He desperately wanted to feel your lips against his again. He hadn’t forgotten the way they felt pressed up against his nor could he forget how fast his heartbeat in that moment.
When his lips touched yours, you easily melted into him. His hand tailed down your arm to your hand. He linked his fingers with yours and swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. His other hand sliding up your leg to rest on your thigh. You were about to part your lips to grant him access when you realized where the two of you where headed. You pulled your head back to explain. But he was so intoxicating that you didn’t stray far.
“Eijirou…” You whispered your lips just barely caressing his. “I think we should sto-
“Mrs. (Name).” The both of you pulled away at such rapid speed that you almost tumbled off the side of the bed. Sadly, Kirishima didn’t share your luck and crashed against the floor. You snorted when he popped his head up to let you know he was okay.
Another knock at the door made you huff in annoyance and stand up. When you unlocked the door, you met the stern eyes of your maid. She cast Kirishima a nasty glare and proceeded to eye you with contempt. “Honestly (Name) a lady of your status shouldn’t continue to meet with such a man.” She scoffed. “And, now you’re locking doors? Who knows what this man’s intentions are? Your being foolish-
“Can you please not talk about Eijirou like that.” You frowned. “He’s a great person and he happens to be a really great friend who likes the same things I do. He treats me with respect and not as if I am property. And if I hear you make anymore snide comments regarding his visits then I’m afraid You might end up out of a job.”
Kirishima’s face resembled the shell of a boiled crab as he watched you stand up for him. He had assumed you were high class when he met you and when he visited you for the first time your place confirmed that. He honestly felt a bit out of place when he first visited you and he felt as if he’d soil your good name with his ‘status’. But here you were proving him wrong. Proving to him that you liked his presence enough to disregard how others perceived you.
“I don’t care if my father employed you if I hear one more quip regarding Eijirou’s presence here or defaming his profession I will fire you; repercussions of my father be damned.” You argued. “Now why did you interrupt us? I told you we were watching a movie.”
The maid grimaced before speaking. “He’s been trying to reach your cell for a couple of hours now and you wouldn’t pick up.”
“You mind hanging out here for a bit?” You asked Kirishima. A frown touched your lips as you followed her out of the room to speak on the home phone.
“I’ll be okay.” He smiled. Besides now that you were gone, he could just sneak off into the bathroom to solve his not so little problem… He was just glad that he had your plushie over his lap. And when he was finished, he couldn’t help but ponder on your behavior. He was miffed as to why you rejected his advances. He knew you felt the same way so then why did you pull away…
However, he wouldn’t pry, if you wanted more time together before you were ready to acknowledge your feelings then he was willing to wait. After all he was content with knowing you felt somewhat the same. How did he know? Well the red-head wasn’t as dense as people might have figured. If there was one thing, he was good at, it was reading others and perceiving their emotions and thoughts through their actions. Well that was what his friends had told him… He wasn’t too sure. Especially with how you’ve been pulling away, maybe you didn’t lik-
“S-sorry about that?” you apologized slipping into the room with a sheepish smile.
“It’s okay…. Is everything alright?” He asked observing your exasperated expression. You heaved out a heavy sigh flopping onto your bed and curling up miserably.
“…..Apparently if you come over again, they’re gonna snitch on me.” You pouted.
“Snitch on you?” He frowned.
“Tell my father…. For now, they won’t say anything because they think it’s a ‘rebellious phase’ but If you come over again…….” You sighed once more “You see I can have her fired if I complain about her service but, if she snitches on me then I could end up out on the streets.”
“Seriously?!?! That’s awful, why would he do that? Can he do that?” Kirishima frowned.
“Sadly, he can, I pay for rent and pay all the expenses, but the flat is under his name. And if my father feels as if I’m not ‘abiding’ by his rules then he would do it to ‘set me straight’” You groaned. “I know I could leave and rent someplace else, but it gives him a peace of mind to have me here, since I refuse to live with him. I don’t know it’s kind of hard to explain…”
“No, it’s not, I totally get it. You don’t want to worry your old man; you care about your family, and that’s a good thing but be careful in letting them have too much reign over your life. You might find yourself doing things that make you miserable in order to please them.” He advised.
“…..You didn’t tell me you also gave counseling.” You teased.
“But of course. I’m a man of many talents.” He grinned “But my rates are high.”
“Really now?” You played along.
“Yup.” He nodded
“Well then Mr. Eijirou what do I owe you for letting me rant?” You smirked.
“Simple. We watch Mafia at my place.” He beamed.
“Wait you have your own place?” You asked.
“What? You thought I lived at the club?” He laughed.
“Yeah………”
“Pffft you’re too cute.”
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You don’t know how you lucked out. Kirishima was so understanding and wasn’t bothered in the slightest. ‘We don’t have to hang out at your place. We can go wherever we want! The world is our oyster (Name) and besides it doesn’t matter where we are so long as we’re there together!’. Those were the words he told you three months ago and thinking of them still made your heart flutter.
During those three months you spent less and less time at your apartment. At the office your hand was always near your pocket. You were always ready to whip out your phone when you heard the specialized ‘ding’ that signified his text. You were in too deep. You were absolutely head over heels for him. You had promised yourself not to fall in love with him, but he was just so amazing! He brought color to your life, he brought a smile to your lips and he brought a new beat to your heart.
Life was more enjoyable and dare you say it but… You loved him. You were in love with the stripper Red Riot known to by some as Kirishima Eijirou, and known to you as Eijirou; the man who stayed up late talking to you on the phone, the man who texted you to see how you were doing, the man who surprised you with small trinkets, the man who had told you to sit down on a chair as he changed?.... Wait?
Your heart felt as if it were trying to beat out of your chest as you sat in the same room the both of you had become friends in; a couple of months ago. You had been in this room a couple of times during your friendship with the stripper and this wasn’t the first time he had asked you for your opinion on his routine. However, he had usually asked you to watch his routine in the company of the other strippers so that they could give him pointers.
But this was different, you were here alone with him. Just the two of you. Just two souls hopelessly in love with each other. Jeez you were so nervous. ‘C-can I show you my new lap dance routine?’ He had asked. Kirishima was going to be the death of you. How were you to refuse him when he asked you so bashfully? How were you to refuse when you knew that you’d get to have his almost nude body on top of you? Those lidded ruby eyes gazing at you heatedly, the stretch of his sinewy muscles as he worked around your body, his alluring musk, his damp red hair! How were you going to keep your hands to yourself when all these lewd thoughts attacked your brain?!
When you asked him why he wanted your opinion the tease just winked and he pulled you along. And your lips sealed, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity, no matter how wrong it might have been. And that’s how you found yourself chewing your lip as you waited for the attractive man to come out from behind the changing screen.
He was glad that you had agreed. And he hoped that something would come from this. Maybe not intimacy but maybe, just maybe... a reaction to solidify your relationship? He had been your friend all these months and had figured that you could have possibly categorized him, that maybe he was in the dreaded friend zone. He was scared that he might have been reading your feelings wrong… And, as recommended by his peers he decided to show you exactly what he had to offer. ‘Sex appeal man! You’re just being the ‘cute guy next door’ you need to show her that you are desirable!’ ‘I think your in the friendzone mate’ ‘Oof the Friend zone damn that must sting’ ‘I agree with Kaminari show her you’re not just a good friend, she needs to see you as a sexy potential mate’ ‘You idiots what type of shitty advice is that, Just fucking tell her you want to date.’ His friend’s words bounced inside his head as he pulled on the outfit.
He didn’t know if this would help and he was grasping at straws, but he really wanted to be with you. And if this was going to help in any way then he would man up and do it! Even though his belly rumbled with butterflies... He had never been this nervous during a lap dance before. Maybe it was because when he danced for other people there was no emotional connection? But despite his hesitance he steeled his nerves and pressed play on the radio and taking a deep breath he stepped out for you to see.
You startled when the song began to play but your eyes caught the movement of Kirishima walking out from behind the screen. Your jaw dropped gracelessly; your face heating up and you couldn’t help but recall the first time you saw him dance. His eyes held the same shy look but at your obvious reaction his grin widened in confidence. Exactly like the first time you saw him dance.
The hard hat he wore on his head cast a shadow over his face making him look absolutely predatory. Each step he took towards you seemed to send a pulse straight towards your cunt. You resisted the urge to screech when he licked his lips seductively. And like déjà vu he brought up his leg to rest by your thigh. You flushed when you looked up at him. The straps of his suspenders hugged his torso tightly and your eyes followed the dark material down. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen looking like a beautiful landscape painting.
The dark trail of hair disappeared underneath the tight black and neon green pants. The pants hung low on his hips giving your eyes a good view of his Adonis belt. His pointer finger touched your breastbone and he drug the finger up your neck and let it rest at your chin, effectively holding your head up to look at him. He looked down at you his plush lips pursed in contemplation.
He leaned his face close to yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but he dodged your lips, instead his lips brushed against your ear. “Your look like your burning up baby?” He growled into your ear, grabbing your hands and placing them on the hot skin of his toned stomach. A shiver ran through your body when he entwined your fingers to help you run your hands down his body. You could almost drool, the way his muscles rippled underneath your touch filled you with a need to run your tongue across every dip of his prominent physique.
It felt as though someone had turned on the heater. Your entire body felt as if it were on fire and the irony of his costume finally dawned on you. How interesting it was that the firefighter was the cause for the fire. His movements were hypnotizing. His body syncing to the music as he danced on you. His hands had left yours and you continued to run your hands across his chest. He hummed pulling off the straps and letting them flop down, the weight of them tugged his pants lower and you bit your lip when you noticed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His body waved on top of you and he pulled off his hat to set it on your head. Red stands clung to his forehead as you noticed how the florescent burgundy light of the room hit the sheen of sweat covering his body making him glow. As he pressed himself closer to you, you felt just how excited the dance had left him. You let out a sharp breath when he brought one of your hands to his ass. Your fingers dug into the round flesh and the guttural groan he let out had you dripping.
Your throat felt dry and you grew a bit bold in your touch brushing your fingers across his nipples. The heavy blush on his face and moan encouraged you to do it again, this time you tugged at the metal bar. “Careful darling.” He groaned. If you kept touching him like this… fuck he didn’t know if he could control himself… Spoiler, he couldn’t he disregarded the song completely and caught your lips in a heated kiss.
Your head spun and you were so drunk off touching him that you couldn’t help, but kiss back, whining when he pulled away. “Are you feeling hot (Name)” He hummed. “Because I think it would be my job to put that fire out.”
The lewd implication of his words had you tangling your hands into his hair. Kirishima lifted you up out of your seat without breaking the kiss in order to sit upon it himself. You sighed into his mouth as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers sliding up your shirt. You sat on his lap and all you could think about was how hot his length felt pressed up against you. You had made out the imprint of it as he danced, and you couldn’t think of anything else but how amazing it would feel to have him inside of you. Kirishima pulled away to ask you if you were okay with what he was about to do. Because he intended to ravage you.
“(Na-
-Knock- Knock- Knock-
You had ever moved so fast in your life! You were halfway across the room when Todoroki opened the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry…. we’re you two fucking?” He had the audacity to ask.
Now Kirishima wasn’t normally an angry person but the look he gave the half and half male could very much end him. “No, we weren’t” The red head had hissed.
“Oh okay, Bakugou cooked for us today and told me to bring everyone, (Name) will you be staying for dinner?” He asked choosing to ignore the death stare Kirishima gave him.
“Y-yeah.” You squeaked out, avoiding Kirishima’s crimson gaze. When the three of you had settled at the table you noticed that everyone was acting suspicious. You chose not to comment on it but Kaminari opened his mouth.
“So~ How’d it go?” He grinned wiggling his eyebrows.
“They didn’t do anything.” Todoroki answered.
“Yeah man you would have heard it, these walls are like paper thin.” Sero added.
“I hate you all.” Kirishima flushed covering his glowing face with his hands.
“But seriously (Name) why-“ Midoriya was cut off by a swift kick.
“That’s none of our fucking business now shut the fuck up and eat.” Bakugou hissed. It was then that you and Kirishima were grateful for the life of the man known as Bakugou Katsuki. The topic quickly shifted as no one wanted the blonde to threaten them with the dreaded ‘I won’t cook for ya losers anymore’ When you finished you helped by bringing the plates to the sink watching as Bakugou got ready to wash them. You were about to leave when he called you out.
“Oi (Lastname) don’t hurt that brats feelings. If ya do, I’ll personally maim you.” You didn’t take his threat to heart as Bakugou was known to be the mom friend. But it did give you food for thought. What exactly was the nature of your relationship with Kirishima?
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You would have thought that things would have been awkward between the two of you after the ‘lap dance’…. They weren’t. But you didn’t expect him to apologize. He had walked you to your car and had apologized for coming on to you in such a way. ‘It was totally uncool and unmanly of me. It’s not an excuse but I really can’t control myself around you. I.. I like you too much.’ When he went to turn away you had grabbed onto his wrist and on a whim, without thinking of anyone else, without thinking of the repercussions and speaking the naked truth from your heart you had sputtered ‘I-I didn’t hate it a-and….. I really like you too’
Even now as you sat on the barstool waiting for him you couldn’t help but flush at your horrible confession. ‘Was it even a confession’ You mused swirling the dark liquid in your glass. You remember hopping into your car after his jaw dropped. And you remembered squealing on your bed the whole night as you read the various text messages he had sent you. Each one was more tooth rotting than the last and they never failed at making you smile silly.
Sadly, that entire week you could only text him. You were swamped with work at the office, but the highlight of your days were the cute texts and fierce meme wars. Even now as you were sitting down babysitting drinks you texted him. He had asked you to hang out with him today, but you had prior engagements with your friends. One last ‘huzzah’ they called it. One last get together before your life changed. Damn you had really blocked off the entire world. Well your dull mundane one. You traded your grey for red. And in turn you received loving messages, amazing company and when you visited the club in the red-light district, delicious food.
The strippers of U.A had become your friends. Charming the lot of them and very supportive. They never failed to lift up your spirits when you received an unpleasant text. Hell, you muted those texts…
“Come on and dance with us (Name)!” Ashido laughed trying to tug you to the dance floor.
“Noooo” You whined.
“Leave (Name) to her phone.” Yaoyorozu giggled. “So (Name) what did Kirishima text you this time?”
“M-Momo!” You flushed.
“Kirishima?” Uraraka asked.
“The stripper Red Riot.” Jirou grinned wiggling her eyebrows “apparently they both became really good friends~ Shame it couldn’t have been more ya know?”
You felt your mood sour and your heart dropped to your feet. Reality hit you like a truck in that moment. What were you thinking??? You couldn’t be with Kirishima not when you-
“Earth to (Name)” Hagakure giggled waving her hand over our face “Isn’t that your hunky red head friend over there at two o’clock!” She chirped.
It was. You had invited him. That’s why you were so invested on your phone because he said that he would be there any minute. Your brows furrowed but before you could hesitate Jirou and Mina were pushed you in his direction. You vaguely made out your friends’ conversation as you were being pushed away.
“Should we be encouraging this?” Tsuyu questioned.
“Tsu-chan look how happy she looks.” Uraraka smiled sadly. “Let her have some fun with him for now. Besides they’re just friends, right?”
“Friends don’t look at each other like that.” Hagakure mumbled.
You didn’t get the chance to turn around and say anything as you bumped into the red head. Mina and Jirou shuffled away with teasing smiles.
“H-Hi” You mumbled. Jeez you couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up. You felt your heart sigh when his hand hugged yours.
“Hey.” He beamed. You couldn’t help yourself. Kirishima’s smile was just? Just?! magical! The sharp tooth grin melted away all your stress and worries. It promised you that everything was okay, and it just brightened up your day. You could really lose yourself in those wonderfully kind eyes. “You look beautiful. I mean you always look beautiful but today you just look wow not that your not wow every day! Ugh I’m failing at this aren’t I?”
You giggled at his compliment, heat blossoming on your cheeks as you tuned out everyone. After all you were ‘seeing red’; One could say that he gave that expression a whole new meaning. “You look great too” You flushed, loving the way his black jeans hugged his legs, the way his black jacket exposed the tight mesh shirt he wore underneath; quite literally teasing you with the view of his taunt flesh. His hair was slicked back, and you thought that he looked absolutely amazing with eyeliner.
“Really? It’s not too much?” He asked; mentally thanking his friends for their help.
“No, it suits you.” You complimented. You drowned in his gaze and he was hypnotized by your infatuated stare. Everyone who looked over at the both of you tossed you questioning looks. The both of you were just standing in the middle of the dance floor staring at each other. It was only when someone bumped into Kirishima that the ‘spell’ was broken. He scratched his red cheek awkwardly.
“We should probably move out of the way.” You laughed.
“Or, we could dance?” He asked. “If you want to that is.”
“Y-Yeah I’d like to.” You felt him pull you closer and you went with it. You were not the best dancer out there but the way Kirishima helped you move against him had you feeling as If you were a world-renowned champion.
You lost track of time as you danced with him. Song after song past but you wouldn’t tire. Not when his smile was so contagious. Not when you were drunk off his scent. The both of you laughed spinning around wildly. You goofed up dance moves together, and your heart had never felt this full. Every hit of the bass seemed to vibrate throughout your being and your legs moved in sync with Kirishima’s.
“Eijjirou!” You laughed when he brought peace signs across his eyes. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling, and you knew that this night would be a night you would always remember. You swore that every moment spent with the red head gifted you new memories. Memories you would hold dear to your heart and treasure eternally.
You couldn’t recall when it began but the songs had infected the both of you. Your body was pressed tightly to his. Your arm was slung over his neck as you grinded your ass against him. When you came back up from your drop his hands found your waist his lips placing a scorching kiss to your neck. The club’s smoke made you dizzy or was the haze caused by Kirishima’s length rubbing against the curve of your ass?
When he turned you around all you could see where his lidded ruby hues gazing at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench. The strobe lights of the club just highlighted all of his features and he looked like something straight out of your sinful dreams. And as the images of those dreams flashed across your eyes you brought his head closer and kissed him with reckless abandon. Your teeth clashed against each other as you kissed with fervor.
This kiss was nothing like the ones you had shared before. This one was desperate and heavy, it reminded you of the way Kujo had kissed Mei and just remembering that scene had you pooling in your panties. You gasped into his mouth when his hands came to grope your ass. The hand not around his neck roamed his torso feeling every dip and curve of his muscular form.
“Eijirou~” You panted when he pulled back. He didn’t allow your lips to feel lonely as they met yours again and when his tongue brushed against your bottom lip you let him in. You shivered when his tongue touched yours teasingly. You trembled when his tongue wrapped around yours and he brought your hips flush against his. Dancing was far from your mind when you felt him grind against your needy heat.
Your body moved against his as you lost yourself in his touch. You ground your hips against his hardened length each rub stimulating your clit. He groaned at the feeling bringing one of his hands up your body to touch your breasts. He was just as lost as you were. Drunk off your lips and how soft you felt. Every touch had him reeling and all he could think about was how much he wanted you. How much he needed to be buried inside of you as you cried out his name. He wanted to finally be joined together to tell you how much he loved you as he indulged in your tight cunt.
Just as his lips pressed against your neck you were pulled away from him. The feeling of being yanked away from him left you cold and you quickly whipped around to tell the person off. Your brows furrowed when you noticed who pulled you away. Your friends stood there casting disapproving stares at the both of you. Kirishima stepped closer to you bringing your hand into his and squeezing it in reassurance. He noticed the frown on your friends’ lips at the action. But he didn’t care for there opinion right now. In this moment he knew something unpleasant was going to be said and he wanted you to know that he was there with you one hundred percent! Boner be damned!
It was Tsuyu who broke the silence, as she was the most honest of your friends, she had to tell you, she had to reprimand you for your actions. “What exactly do you think you’re doing (Name)…”
“W-what do you mean.” You frowned.
“I think you know exactly what she means (Name).” Uraraka sighed. “I hate to say this but Tsuyu is right we’ve been encouraging you to have fun, but this isn’t what we meant… T-This is wrong.”
“What’s wrong about it?” Jirou frowned. “They like each other.”
“It doesn’t matter if they do, this can’t happen.” Yaoyorozu frowned.
“And why not.” Mina argued.
“(Name) Your playing with fire.” Hagakure added. “You know why you can’t be with him. You know what will happen if he finds out.”
“O-oh y-your right.” Mina mumbled. “I’m sorry to say this too but I think the both of you should stop seeing each other.”
“Just do him that favor and leave him (Name).” Tsuyu teared up.
Your vision blurred with tears and you wanted nothing more than to yell at them and tell them to mind their own business but… they were right. This relationship was bound to end in tragedy. You might as well stop it before it went too far. But how far was too far? Could you even leave him? Your hand, your fingers they refused to let go of the strong hand that held yours.
“You told us that you were just friends.” Yaoyorozu frowned.
“Friends don’t kiss like that Momo.” Jirou’s lip trembled. She felt terrible for agreeing with everyone, she hated that you would be forced to give up something so pure, something so raw and rare. Love. Damn how it was both a blessing and a curse to be in love. But still your hand didn’t leave Kirishima’s. Hell, the both of you were silent as your friends spoke.
“I…” You paused, your cheeks growing damp with tears. You breathed in deeply before turning to Kirishima. Your leaned up to place a chaste kiss against his plush lips. You looked at your friend and sighed heavily “I’m sorry…”
You felt your heart shatter when you let go of Kirishima’s hand. Your friends cast him sad looks and tried to reach out for you, but you brushed them off, quickly walking outside. Through the fog of tears, you made out the man who your father usually had tailing you. You waved him over and he quickly turned the ignition on.
When Kirishima and your friends stepped outside they only saw you close the door as the driver sped away.
“Where too Ms. (Name)?” He asked.
“Away.” You sniffled. “Far away. J-Just drive around please.”
“Of course.” He nodded.
The night was a clear one and you found yourself resenting the tranquility of it as you drove across the city. You didn’t want to think about anything at the moment. And you had immediately turned off your phone. And as the man kept on driving you calmed down enough to think. What were you going to do? Would you stay with him? Would you leave him and do as your family asked? No one made you feel like he did, and you doubted that someone else could evoke those feelings inside of you.
“Jin… What should I do?... I love him.” You asked the driver.
“Then be with him.” He shrugged.
“But my father-“ You started.
“Fuck your father. If he loves you he’ll let you follow your heart.” He mused “Also don’t tell him I said that, he’s the one who signs my checks.”
“It’s not that easy Jin, I made a promise and You know how my father is about promises, I’ll even have to resign and you know he’ll be pissed enough to evict me, that and I would never pursue it in court.” You sighed. “I signed the contract, so I have to….”
“Well is your job or that contract more important than that stripper?” He asked.
“No.” You pouted. “But I’m scared of what will happen to him if I don’t leave him.”
“Pfft you’re an idiot Ms. (Name) Your father can’t touch him. And the most that would happen if you ‘left’ him would be that he’d get his heart broken. And from my observations you two aren’t even official.” He grinned.
“Ughh Jin you know I didn’t mean physically harm him.” You groaned. “I mean like ruin their business. I’d hate to be the cause for U.A’s shutdown. They’re all so close and they all love what they do.” You frowned.
“Well it seems like you’ve got one tough decision to make.” He mused. “How about we hit up that ice cream place you used to like as a kid, and you think it over a cone?”
“I could use something sweet right now.” You smiled.
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“I’m sorry for running away that one day.” You laughed as you wiped the rest of the sticky treat from your lips with a napkin.
“No worries kid.” He waved off stopping the car in front of an apartment complex. “So here we are.”
“Yeah here we are…” You mumbled.
“Hurry the hell up and get out.” You did so “And I won’t wait up on you~” He winked before driving away.
You rolled your eyes as you watched him round the corner. You were in a much better mood, but your heart still pounded in your chest. And with each stair you climbed you felt as if your heart was climbing up your throat. And then you were standing in front of it. 221b, Kirishima’s apartment. You had only been over to watch movies; you had never been here this late and you wondered if Kirishima was even here as sometimes he stayed at the club.
Would he even want to see you after what had happened earlier? You had kept so many things from him. But enough was enough you were going to come clean. You weren’t sure if you wanted to continue your relationship with him. You loved him yes but, you knew of your family’s influence and you didn’t want him to get caught up in it and lose something he cared for. He loved the strip club and dancing. Who were you to take that from him? Take that from his friends?
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” You whispered as you stood in front of the door. “I should think about this more.”
“(Name).”
You turned and lo and behold there stood the red head you wanted to speak to. Your mouth opened a couple of times, but you couldn’t figure out where to begin.
“E-Eijirou I… We-we need to talk.” You sighed.
“Then we should probably go inside.” He smiled.
“O-okay.” You moved out of his way so that he could unlock the door and thanked him when he held it open for you. Once inside he ushered you to his couch asking if you wanted anything to drink.
“Water is fine.” You replied. When he came back, he handed you the bottle and sat across from you on an armchair. You opened the bottle taking a few sips in order to settle your nerves.
“I-I’m… I’m E-“ Kirishima cut you off by standing and walking over to sit next to you. It seemed as though he had a fascination with holding your hand as he held it in his.
“(Name) do you love me.” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You were overwhelmed with emotion from the tender look he gave you.
“Yes, Eijirou I-I love you. I love you so much that I’m here doing things I shouldn’t be doing.” You sniffled hanging your head. However, Kirishima was having none of that and brought your head up by placing his fingers on your chin.
“I love you too.” He smiled. “And I don’t care who your family is or what secret your keeping from me. All I know is that I have never felt like this for someone.” He blushed bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss against your knuckles. “And I desperately want to be with you.”
“Eijirou, I want to be with you too but-“ He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Your dead set on telling me aren’t you.” He sighed. “I-I get the feeling that when you do tell me you’re going to leave and bid me goodbye.”
“I have to.” You mumbled against his finger.
“But you don’t want to.” He uttered. “Please whatever it is c-can it wait till tomorrow?” He stuttered, his waterline shining with unshed tears.
“Eijirou please.” You sighed pushing his finger from your lips. “Don’t make leaving you harder than it already is.”
“Then don’t go. Give us a chance. Give me a chance (Name).” He begged. “Whatever it is that you’re scared of I promise we can face it, together.”
His thumb wiped the tears cascading down your cheek. “Let me love you (Name). Let me show you how much I love you at least for tonight… Let us have this fantasy even if it’s only for tonight.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s be selfish tonight and forget everyone and only think of each other.”
“Kirishima Eijirou.” You chuckled. “What are you saying.”
“I’d elope with you, you know.” He grinned, placing a kiss on your nose.
“You're crazy.” You whispered against his lips.
“Crazy for you.” He mumbled.
“You're so cheesy.” You hummed.
“But you love it~” He teased.
“Eijirou shut up and just kiss me.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice. He leaned into you, his lips pressing against yours softly. Moving against yours with such fluidity that you thought you’d melt. His fingers caressed your cheek as your hand fisted his jacket. His other hand left yours to trail up your side, his fingers ghosting up your waist made you sigh into his mouth. He pulled back; his crimson eyes looked to be staring at your naked soul.
“Can we-
You didn’t let him finish; your lips found his eagerly your fingers tangling in his thick hair. Whatever was holding him back released him and he kissed you with just as much fervor. His hands glided across your clothed body touching every inch of you. Memorizing every curve and dip your body had to offer. Your fingers tugged at his jacket and he quickly shrugged it off.
He smiled against your lips when your hands slipped under the mesh shirt he wore. He was caught off guard when you raked your nails down his chest. The sound he made was verbal sin and it had your cunt trembling in anticipation. You bit down on his lip and he parted his lips without complaint. You ran your tongue across his coaxing it to roll around with yours while his fingers worked on getting you out of your clothes.
You panted, your face burning when you pulled away from the heated kiss. The lack of oxygen made your head spin, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch him, needed to touch him.
“Eijirou” You gasped as his tongue ran up the length of your neck. His tongue lavished the sensitive skin of your neck and he reveled in each soft sigh you let out. He couldn’t help but groan at the moan you let out when he bit down on a tender spot. Kirishima worked fast as you hadn’t noticed that he had stripped you of your top layer of clothes. There you laid on his couch in nothing but your undergarments.
It was a feast for his eyes. “Your so beautiful (Name).” He panted brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. He had dreams of this before, dreams of you panting underneath him, dreams of you screaming his name in pleasure but damn was the real thing so much better looking. Your skin felt so soft and smooth under his hands. Each touch to your skin felt as if he was touching fire and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to slid inside of you right there and then.
But this was about you. This was about showing you how much he loved you. You yelped when he pulled you on top of his lap suddenly. Your crotch was pressed snuggly against his throbbing length, but he made no move to shift. Instead his fingers curled around the material of his shirt and he carefully tugged it off, making sure his nipple piercing didn’t get caught in the mesh. And it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Kirishima strip each time left you in awe. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and as his hands went around your back to remove your bra, yours went to toy with the metal bar on his nipple.
“Nngh” Kirishima groaned at the pleasurable sting of having the industrial bar pulled, his hips jerking up into yours when you did it again. “A-again.” He gasped fumbling with the clasp of your bra when you took his nipple into your mouth.
Once the pesky material was out of his was, he palmed your chest. Sighing at the softness of your breasts. But he wanted to see you, so he gently tugged you back, his eyes drinking in your half nude form. “Fuck your so damn perfect.” He shuddered brushing his thumb against your nipples, grinding his hips against yours as you arched beautifully for him.
You gasped out his name when he tugged at the hardened buds, squealing when he took its twin into his mouth. Your body felt so incredibly hot and each touch felt like a shock of electricity. You buried your face into his neck as you continued to roll your hips against his, the friction amazing but you wanted more.
You were practically leaking, your slick penetrating through your panties dampening the material of his jeans. You tugged at his hair, whining when he bit down on your nipples in retaliation.
“Mmmnn E-Eijirou p-please I want you~” You moaned.
You shrieked when he stood up suddenly and you were quick to wrap your arms and legs around him. He gripped your ass as he walked you to his room. He kicked the door open and bee lined it to his bed. You let out another yelp when your body bounced off the bed.
“Eijirou!”
“Say it again.” He moaned as he crawled between your legs. He lifted up your right leg and placed a kiss on your ankle. He continued to kiss his way up your leg as you watched him with your lip caught between your teeth. He always looked erotic, but he looked downright lewd between your legs. You shuddered when he kissed your inner thigh. You flushed in embarrassment when he nuzzled his nose against your clothed slit.
He placed a teasing kiss against the damp spot and went higher his teeth latching onto the hem of your panties. He slipped them off your hips slowly and you had to fight the urge to cum at the action. He was such a theatrical tease. The fucking irony. Once the flimsy garment was gone you were left bare before him. His eyes drank in your form for the millionth time and he couldn’t help but be thankful.
His lips pressed against yours in an out of place delicate kiss. “You’re a gorgeous (Name). I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His words made your heart throb. “I’m going to worship every single part of your body tonight. And I apologize in advance if you wake up with a sore throat.” Your cunt clenched at those words.
With another kiss he disappeared from your line of sight and traveled down your body. “You have such a pretty looking pussy (Name).” He hummed kissing your clit appreciatively. You covered your blazing cheeks in embarrassment.
“E-Eijirou!” You cried out when his tongue flicked across the sensitive nub. His hand placed your leg over his shoulder as he licked a strip up your cunt. His other hand reached out for yours tangling your fingers together as he brought his other hand to toy with your sopping hole.
“Ah~” You couldn’t stop yourself for vocalizing your pleasure as he slipped two fingers deep inside your cunt. Your pussy took them in easily and gave the digits a greedy hug. Your hips bucked up against his face as his fingers stroked your silky walls searching, searching for-
“Ah f-fuck! Yes, right there~” You mewled when his fingers brushed against the patch of ridged skin inside your cunt. His tongue continued to swirl around your clit occasionally lapping at the gooey slick seeping from your dripping folds.
“Mmm” You whined when his lips closed around your clit, his fingers entering your cunt in rapid succession. Your hips rocked against his face wildly as you felt yourself grow close. When he added a third finger you couldn’t hold it off anymore. With a cry of his name you teetered off the edge and let your orgasm embrace you. It washed over you like a blanket making you whimper when Kirishima’s fingers continued their task.
You would have thought him done but the man pulled out his fingers to stretch your labia apart. Watching as your pussy squeezed around nothing as if missing his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a taste and the sound that left you was impossibly high pitched when you felt his tongue dip inside of you. He slurped and drank down you’re cum as if though he were starved and as he continued to do so you felt yourself climbing higher.
Only when you came on his face again did he pull back up. And as he saw your heaving chest and took note of your teary eyes and trembling thighs he knew; he knew that he would never be complete if he didn’t have you this blissed out often. Jeez it was his first time with you and you already had him drunk off of your sweetness.
“If I’m only ever allowed one thing to eat in life this.” He placed another kiss to your swollen lips “Is what I’d choose.”
He let you regain your bearings as he removed his pants sighing contently when his cock was free from the confined pressure. He was so stiff it hurt. And when you caught sight of him your legs parted subconsciously. He was big but you had already gathered that from how many times you’d see the imprint of it while he danced, and from the times it was pressed up against you.
You licked your lips at the thought of his cock sliding inside of you, splitting you in two. Just as you had seen before his dark pubes were trimmed, he wasn’t just long he was also thick with two building veins running alongside each other. You couldn’t help the snicker that left your mouth.
“Find something funny darling?” He asked, hissing when he closed his fist around his shaft. You gulped thickly at his facial expression and answered him.
“I just thought of a meme you sent me the other day.” You giggled.
“Seriously? Your thinking of meme? Now?” He laughed.
You laughed along with him getting onto your knees to touch the impressive phallus. He moved his hand to allow you to grip his pulsing cock. It felt hot and heavy in your hand and you ran your closed fist up and down the length of it teasingly.
“You know which meme I’m thinking of.” You mumbled ruining your thumb across his slit.
“Nnn W-which o-one.” He groaned.
You pushed him back watching as he fell onto the bed with a surprised expression. He didn’t have time to react when you kissed the head of his aching dick. He panted as he watched you pull back his pre connecting your lips to his cock. Kirishima moaned when you licked the drop from your lip.
“I’ve never wanted to suck dick so badly in my life.” You whispered, making Kirishima choke. Fuck he didn’t know that meme could sound so sexy. But he wasn’t about to let you. Hell, with how long he had been holding back he’d cum the second your lips wrapped around his girth. So, instead he kneeled pushing you right back down and pulling you closer by grabbing the bottom of your knees.
“Maybe some other day babe.” He winked as he teased your entrance with his weeping member.
“Hey! no fair you Ah!” It was a tight fit but fuck it felt amazing to have your walls flutter around him. He dreamed of this but the real thing? Nothing compared to it.
The way he stretched you out stole your breath away. And when he pulled back you were about ready to riot only for him to grace you with a deep thrust. His pace was slow and deep, and your toes curled whenever he bottomed out. Hell, you didn’t think you would be able to take him all!
“F-Fuck you feel so amazing.” He gasped. “E-even better than I imagined.”
“E-Eijirou~” You gaped his name with every push of his hips. And you down right squealed his name when he rutted into you harder. “Fuck yes! Oh my gosh H-harder! Eijirou Mmmm P-please~”
And who was he to deny you? His rutted into you quicker his pace increasing with every thrust. You couldn’t keep up with him anymore but each time his cock hit you just right it felt heavenly. He pulled your legs up higher allowing him to go even deeper than he already was. And when he angled his hips you saw the light. Kirishima stuttered when your walls clenched around him after he found you’re a-spot.
His jaw dropped and it took every ounce of self-control not to cum as he took in your blissed-out expression. Your teary eyes were rolled back into your head and your tongue poked out your mouth provocatively. So much so that he took it into his and continued to pound into you. Every squeak was swallowed by his mouth as he took your breath greedily.
You couldn’t feel anything else besides him. Your mind was filled with him, filled with how amazing this felt and how much you loved him. You pulled away from the kiss to cry out your declarations of love. ‘Fuck ungh I love ah~ Eijirou I love you so much’ It was all a blur, a blur that ended in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. Hell, you didn’t even notice when Kirishima pulled out and finished on your chest.
“F-Fuck that was amazing.” He panted as he laid down next to you. He let your breath even out before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” He hummed.
“Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted you too.” You breathed
“Not as much as me.” He grinned bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers. “I’ve had to stop myself from pouncing on you over one hundred times.”
“Only one hundred?” You teased.
“Well only one hundred times when we were watching movies in my apartment but if you count all the other times and places.” He played along.
“I love you.” You smiled.
“And I love you more.” He grinned rubbing his nose against yours as he cuddled the hell out of you.
“Oh yeah?” You taunted.
“Are you trying to start something here (Name)? Because I promise you, I can still keep going.” He grinned.
“And who the hell said I can’t?” You antagonized.
“When you wake up tomorrow and you aren’t able to walk remember that you asked for it.” He smirked climbing on top of you. Only for you to switch roles.
“You are sorely mistaken if you thought you were going to have your way again. Now sit back and let me choke on your cock ‘cause that’s been my fantasy for months now.” You grinned.
“You know watching you cock on it has been one of my many fantasies too.” He matched your grin. “This just proves it.”
“Proves what?” You asked settling between his thighs.
“That we’re soulmates.” He smiled. It was something so out of place in the lewd situation, but it was uniquely him and it was also something you loved about him.
“Your so cheesy.” You flushed.
“But you love it.” He grinned. “O-Oh shit, G-give me a warning next tim-Nngh”
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The sun peaked through the blinds and like a mischievous scamp decided to play across your eyes. In other words, it roused you from your slumber and you groaned at both the light and the dull ache between your legs. It was then that you noticed that you weren’t in your room and that strong arms held you close to an equally strong chest. Kirishima Eijirou. You sighed blissfully recalling the night the both of you spent ‘tossing’ in the sheets. It was everything you had dreamt of and more. Last night confirmed everything you already knew. You loved the stripper known as Red Riot.
You couldn’t stop the smile that split your face when you noticed that he had brought your things into the room. Your clothes laid folded up on top of his desk and your phone charged beside it. How was Kirishima so damn considerate?! He was the literal definition of perfection. And his soft sleepy snores were like music to your ears. Gosh you were so whipped. And as much as you wanted to see those ruby colored eyes you figured you should let him sleep.
You wiggled out of his arms, giggling at the way he pouted when he didn’t feel you in his arms. You grabbed your phone from the dresser to see the time and the sun stopped warming your body. Your blood ran cold and you recalled why you were in Kirishima’s apartment in the first place.
Your lips trembled but you knew it was now or never you had a decision to make and so knowing how much you loved him you decided to send a follow up text. And you loved him, so you sent:
{Follow up text}
{Follow up text}
Decisions are hard and there even harder when we perceive that we are making the best choice but what is the best choice? Is it well thought out? Is it a leap of faith? Is it following your heart? Or listening to your brain?
#HITS#Hidden in the sun#kirishima x reader#eijirou kirishima#Kirishima fluff#Kirishima angst#Kirishima smut#kirishima eijirou x reader#Kirishima lemon
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Big Life in a Small Town (Part 1)
A/N: This is based on the song "Santa Fe (Prologue)" from the Newsies musical! It's not based on the plot of the musical. The song will be altered a tad, but not too much! In the next part though, I'll have to do some edits. But for now, you've got this... mess? I dunno, I'm writing this before it's done. This is post-X-men Apocalypse, so Peter is in his late 20's.
Genre: Bittersweet fluff
Warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of broken limbs, daddy issues, no beta reader, minimal editing
Word count: 1.3k (1,385 words)
The X-mansion was quiet, the cool midnight air only changing currents occasionally when a silver blur sprinted around.
Pietro had his younger brother in his arms, running around. Peter injured his leg a while ago, stuck on crutches. ANd it was killing the young speedster.
And Pietro noticed.
So he scooped his younger brother up out of his room, running him around the mansion's vast yard until he smiled. That's when he brought him up to one of the rooftop balconies of the mansion.
The two siblings weren't the only ones in their family who lived in the mansion. Pietro's twin, Wanda, was fast asleep, her room near the balcony.
Pietro, as immature as he may seem, was wise beyond his years. He'd seen more things than he ever would have wanted to for a 35-year-old man. Hell, anyone would be unsettled when you find your mother died of sickness, and your father was out of the picture when your younger brother was born a few years after.
Pietro and Peter sat on the balcony, a case of beer between the two, a sudden scoff came from the older speedster.
"What's up, you alright?" Peter asked, looking at his brother.
Pietro's eyes were glued to the ground below them, a sour expression on his face.
"Those streets down there," Pietro began, a dry laugh leaving his lips. "They sucked the life right out of our old man. Well, they aren't doing that to me."
Peter pursed his lips, watching as his older brother took a swig of his beer.
Pietro has always hated staying in one place for too long. The mansion hadn't really ever been his favorite place. Staying at their aunt's house in D.C. was something he looked forward to every summer. But, even then, he could only stay there for a few days before needing to go somewhere else. Not just from his need to move, but the U.S. government still wasn't absolutely fond of mutants.
"But everyone wants to come to New York," Peter let out a small chuckle. To an outsider, it'd sound like he was in disbelief, but he understood how Pietro felt.
Staying in one place was hard. But Peter also managed to make himself a family here at the mansion as he grew up. He met the ever-sweet Jean Grey when he was 20 years old. The poor girl had some trauma that no one but Chuck knew about. He got to meet Hank, and Raven, and all of the other younger kids. He thought of them all as his younger siblings.
He couldn't leave.
"You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."
Pietro's words snapped Peter out of his thoughts, looking to his older brother. Pietro's eyes had lifted from the ground, looking up to the sky.
"They say folks are dying to get here."
"What about you, Piet?"
"Me? I'm dying to get away... to a little town out west that's spankin' new," Pietro said with a grin. "And while I've never been there, I can see it clear as day! If you want, I bet you, you could see it, too.
Peter has always had a particular question on his mind, that he always knew the answer to.
Then why haven't you gone? What's stopping you?
But, as always, Peter kept his mouth shut. He didn't want Wanda and Pietro to leave, as dumb as it may be. They were the only family he had left. Well, that he knew of and that knew of him.
Erik was another person he'd address when he had the courage.
But not...
Not now.
"Close your eyes."
Peter looked at his brother again, who was staring back at him. Honestly, he was waiting for his brother to snap in his face and use what became his favorite phrase after a few movie nights: "Hello, McFly?"
"Come with me, where it's clean and green and pretty, and they went and made a city out of clay."
Clay? A city out of clay? That sounds... odd. Peter hasn't stayed too long in other parts of the world, opting to stick to the Northeast area of the U.S. Occasionally, he'll go further South or a little bit further West. But never past Kansas.
"Why, the minute that you get there, folks will walk right up and say,
'Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!'"
Being called son was something the Maximoff boys wanted more than they would ever elude to. Their father? Out of the picture for the most part, up until they realized he was a terrorist. And he didn't even know about Peter.
Of course, the townsfolk of Santa Fe may not call you "son" as soon as you land on the premise. But, two bastard sons can dream, can't they?
"Planting crops. Splitting rails. Swapping tales around the fire," Pietro's grin grew as he spoke. He really thought about this a lot, didn't he? "Except for Sunday when you lie around all day."
Peter didn't know how much Pietro truly thought about leaving. Pietro's mind was full of places to go and see, places where he could take his family and live without having to deal with attacks from the U.S. government.
Santa Fe was where they'd go next in the U.S., but Sokovia was certainly the next best option. The U.S. government wouldn't come looking for them in Sokovia.
Right?
"Soon your friends are more like family, and they're begging you to stay! Isn't that neat?" Pietro asked as Peter took a large sip from his beer. "Living sweet in Santa Fe."
Pietro trailed off, almost in a dream-like state, making Peter flinch. He really fucking wanted out, huh?
"Hey, no one worries about a bad leg in Santa Fe. You just hop on a palomino, you'll ride in style!" Pietro joked, knocking his shoulder into his brother's.
"Feature me, ridin' in style," Peter giggled, taking a swig of his beer again.
"Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!"
"Santa Fe," Peter and Pietro mumbled in unison, one happy and the other more tired. "You can bet, we won't let those bastards beat us. We won't beg anyone to treat us fair and square. There's a life that's worth the living, and I'm gonna do my share."
"Work the land, chase the sun." Pietro ran his hands through his hair, standing up.
"Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!" Pietro and Peter shouted together. The two had massive grins spreading across their faces, just happy to see the other smiling.
"Watch me stand!" Peter stood up quickly, only to feel a sharp pain jolt through his bad leg. His hands flew to the balcony railing, gripping it tightly as he let out a choked noise of pain.
"Watch me run..."
Pietro frowned when he saw his brother's grimace, watching Peter set himself down into a sitting position. The poor kid was gritting his teeth and sucking in harsh breaths as he set himself down.
"Hey, hey..." Pietro began softly, sitting down beside his brother before slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you know that we're a family?"
Peter's eyes met Pietro's, painting over his grimace with a weak grin. "Yeah, b--"
"Would I let you down?" Pietro asked.
Peter let out a weak laugh as his brother continued.
"No way. Just hold on, kid, until that train makes Santa Fe."
The younger speedster let out a yawn, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder.
"Let's get you to bed, okay?" Pietro said, only getting a nod from Peter.
Pietro scooped his younger brother up in his arms, speeding through the mansion into Peter's room before setting him down.
"Good night, Peter."
"Good night, Pietro."
Pietro sped out of Peter's room, only to be stopped when he passed Wanda's room. His sleepy twin gave him a look, one that he didn't see often, and it concerned him.
"Pietro, we're being called to Sokovia," Wanda whispered sleepily.
"What? Why? All three of us?"
"No. Peter needs to stay here. He's got a broken leg, Pietro. Just you and I."
Pietro took in a quick breath before nodding.
"When do we leave?"
"... you didn't see that coming..."
A/N: Haha, cliffhangers are fun, ain't they? Okay, but, here's what you have for now! The other one is already in my drafts, and I've got plans for that! So, I'll get all that shit out, and we'll be good! I've got so much shit in my drafts, holy shit. Okay, uh... I don't have much to say, so thank you for reading! I don't necessarily have a tag list for this sort of stuff, so if you want to be on a tag list, let me know! And please let me know if you find a typo or something that doesn't make sense. Like I said, there's minimal editing.
#septic's stories#quicksilver#pietro maximoff#peter maximoff#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#marvel fanfiction#x-men fanfiction#marvel#x-men
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lazy river
request: hell yeah prompt list time! kissing john b in the rain for love and longing? love your content btw
summary: it’s been a long time since you’ve been to a water park. jon b knows this, and wants to change that.
pairings: john b. x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: super fluffy. real cute. might rot your teeth.
a/n: requests still open! i got an AP exam this week. i also have to finish a create task i’ve had weeks to work on and haven’t, so... wish me luck. big love!
It’s just how you remember it as a child; all funnel cakes and water slides and screaming children and too hot pavement. Exactly where you want to be when summer's in full swing.
Probably the best unofficial date you’ve ever been on.
You don’t know how much money John B. had to save up in order to get you there, but the topping on the cake was his ability to score a free bus ride to and from going with a small church group. You'd never known him to be religious, but it was an eventful ride for the two of you. John B. was playing the role of full blown Christian boy, and it was so hard to hide your smiles and giggles that everyone must've thought you were his even more Christian friend. K-love plagued the speakers, and you and John B. agreed some of it wasn't bad, but most of the kids were insufferably nice, to a point where it was almost disingenuous.
Standing in line with them was a pain, but as soon as you were able to, you two booked it off to the umbrellas, searching desperately for two lounge chairs. Maybe even one at this point. Anything really, until you found a small bunch of chairs left secluded by a family whose child was not having a good time. It was a perfect spot right under the umbrella allowing you to spread your towels out and leave the cooler by the chair.
John B. was fast to attack the food in there; sandwiches, chips, fruits, cheese. You name it and JJ had gotten (stolen) it from somewhere for you two.
“You’re gonna get sick,” you commented, as he scarfed down a sandwich. The smell of sunscreen plagues the area. You rubbed some onto your face. John B. had miraculously thought of everything except spray on sunscreen, so you were forced to either buy some from the gift shop at a ridiculously inflated price, or use the lotion.
“Sick shmick. Do you want to go on some rides?” He says, wiping his dirty hands down on his towel. The towel that was supposed to wipe down his wet body. You grimaced, but then he slipped his shirt off and shimmied off his flip flops. He was so well toned and tan already. You can’t imagine him wanting to get any tanner.
“Yes I do, actually. Can you get my back first?” You say, and wonder if John B. actually forgot the spray on sunscreen or opted for the lotion instead for this reason.
His hands were firm on your shoulders as he applied the sunscreen, rubbing the taut muscle there and going dangerously low down your back. It sends a shiver down your spine and he can so obviously tell because he does it again to gauge your reaction. He ruins it though, by sending you off with a buddy pat on your shoulders.
“Let’s do pirates plunge first,” he said, and it made you smile how excited he got. You wondered how long it’s been for him too.
“No,” you argue, “we have to work our way up to that.”
"Do NOT tell me you're planning on staying in the lazy river the whole time," he said, turning to where the middle aged adults who obliged their children lounged, floating leisurely under bridges and waterfalls. It made him shiver.
"It's a great place to tan," you teased, and he glared at you. You smiled, and stretched upward.
"You want sunscreen?" You ask, and he looks like he's about to say no, but he nods his head yes.
His back is smooth under your hands, and you make sure to lather his shoulders up nicely. You hand him the bottle when you're finished, and he scoffed.
"You only did half," he says.
"You can do the rest," you assure, and he rolls his eyes, squirting a glob of cream onto his palm before smearing it over his chest.
"This kind of half-assery won't be tolerated," he jokes, "I'm going to have to report you to the manager."
"Oh please. You're the king of half-assery."
He gasps as he rubs his palms down his face, leaving streaks of white there.
"How dare you. You're fired." He claims, looking over to one of the smaller two-person slides.
You lean over to him and rub in the white with your thumbs, cupping his face a little. He watches your face the whole time, which, you have to admit, is a little creepy. When you're done, you shove him for good measure, before taking off in the other direction.
The sun beats down hot on your shoulders, and you two spend hours waiting in lines and talking and spending time together. You could see the burn on John B.'s face and expected you were going to feel the burn too later on that night. It was a blessing whenever clouds rolled through the sky, blocking out the sun for a brief period before she cleared them away. The rides were subpar, but you two didn't notice in the slightest, screaming and yelling at each other down the slides and in tubes.
The two of you dodged children and concerned parents and other teenagers, bobbing and weaving in and out of lines. Dripping wet, bodies glistening in the hot sun, you two decided funnel cakes were in order. You stood in line as John B. toweled off by your seats, and he ducked under the belt to stand with you. It got him dirty looks, but he didn't notice.
"When are the church kids leaving?" You pondered, stretching on your tip toes to look in front of John B., trying to catch a glimpse of any of them.
"In like an hour," he says, glancing up at the big clock poised over the food shack. There was only one in the entire park, which must've been good for business.
They were so hot when you got them that the powdered sugar on top was melting. But as you made your way back to your seats, you felt it.
“Oh no,” you whine, the water droplets on your bare shoulder. You turn to look at John B., but his gaze is not with yours. His eyes are on the sky, the grey storm clouds rolling in above. You sigh loudly. It’s not like you’re afraid of getting wet. Of all the places to be when it rains, a water park ranks at least in the top ten. But now all the rides were going to be closed. For god knows how long.
He looked back down at you, grinning, and then noted your crestfallen expression. He pouted.
“Why the long face?” He said, grabbing your chin and shaking it. You jerked away from his grasp to sulk.
“Our day is ruined,” you grumbled, walking down in the direction of your chairs, planted conveniently under one of the large umbrellas.
He jogged to catch up to you, intertwining his hand with yours. He swings it back and forth childishly. If he could, he’d probably skip down the concrete path to your area.
"We have to eat these anyway. It'll probably be done by then," he assured.
Much to your dismay, it was not in fact done by then.
"That bus is probably going to leave early now," you mused, checking the notification app they made all of you download before you left the bus.
“No way. This day’s not over. It’s just getting started,” he said, plucking your phone from your grasp and burying it in the bag he had brought. He left the rest of the conversation to your imagination before he took off running, pulling you in tow.
“Hey!” You cried out, but you couldn’t help the giggle rising out of your throat when he stumbled over his own bare feet a little.
He hushed you as you caught up to him on the side of the lazy river. There was nobody in it. All the employees were at the front entrance of it, escorting people out.
"Wanna do a river run?" He said, slipping down the ladder. Your eyes bulged.
"They're gonna kick us out," you said, hopping in after him anyway. You two stood downstream, and waited for tubes. It only took a few seconds before John B. was passing you one, rain falling on his hair and chest.
"Now it's cold," you complained, but John B. chastised you.
"Stop being a baby. Hang on," he said, standing up for you to grab onto one of the handles of his tube.
The lazy river in the rain was a lot more fun than a lazy river in the sunshine.
It would only be a few minutes before you reached the front of the ride, where all the workers were stuck trying to collect the tubes. John B. was splashing water at you, and shaking your tube to get you to fall out. You return the favor by flipping him over near the waterfall. He came up sputtering, and in return tried to flip your tube as well, but you latched onto his neck. It was easy for him to support your weight in the water, and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist as the tubes got away from the two of you.
They floated sadly down the river, under the waterfall by themselves.
John B. chased them, hands supporting you, your arms wrapped around his neck.
He moved slowly towards the waterfall, and threatened to throw you under it.
You squealed and pushed yourself up against him as much as you could, cradling his head to your own. If you were going down, so was he.
But he stopped just short. You pulled away just a bit, and he was looking at you, eyes intense, smile bright. Your heart skipped a beat and you swear you saw him move closer. You couldn't help but do the same.
Until his lips were on yours, moving in sync with you, rain pelting your bodies. His hands were firm underneath you, and you knew he wouldn't let you fall. It had been so long since you realized you wanted to kiss him for the first time. You could settle for him kissing you.
"I love you, you know that?" He remarked. You thought it was sweet, until he tossed you under the waterfall. You swear you could hear his laugh from under the water.
#john b x reader#john b x you#john b x y/n#john b outer banks#john b#obx#outerbanks imagines#outerbanks x reader#obx imagine#obx x reader#chase stokes#chase stokes x reader#chase stokes imagine#chase stokes obx#chase stokes x y/n#john b imagine#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank outerbanks
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