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luveline · 2 years

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hi babe!! can i request just more boyfriend steve LOL i don't have a specific scenario

you and Steve move in together! ♡ fem!reader | 1k words

You lie on your back in your new apartment with the top of your head touching Steve's. The ceiling is a sad cigarette yellow and meagre light seeps into the room through old venetian shutters. You sneeze for the third time in as many minutes and Steve laughs and lolls his head to the side to look at you with pity.

"I'll vacuum," he says, starting to sit up.

"No no no," you protest, grasping at his bicep. "We need a break. You need one. You lifted what must've been a thousand boxes."

"Maybe not that many."

"It's-" you sneeze, Steve winces. "It's fine, Stevie."

"Stevie," he repeats, almost to himself.

He reaches for your hand and smiles at you, his canine teeth making a brief appearance.

"I'm so happy," he says.

You feel the same. It surprises you to hear Steve say it aloud – he's an honest guy and a total sweetheart, but he's not usually so forthcoming with positive emotion. Negative, sure.

"Me too," you say, forcing your fingers further through his, squishing his knuckles with the force of it. You turn your face to his and wait for a kiss that you don't get.

He's staring at you like he's never seen you before.

"What?" you ask, a fond whisper.

He lifts onto his side just enough to bring his hand to your face. His silence is at once unnerving and adoring, his face fierce but giving away little else. It's hard to describe but you feel more than pretty when he touches you like this. His thumb, his fingertips smooth over your cheek carefully, touch soft as a downy feather. His caressing gives you the same pit in your tummy that his compliments do. A warmth.

Steve turns his hand. His knuckles rub down your cheek until they find your jaw.

He moves his hand back and forth and soon you're melted, raising your chin slowly.

"I'm happier," you declare.

A flicker of confusion passes over his face. When he realises what you mean he gets mad. "Are you kidding? You think you're happier? I didn't even realise people could get this happy. I'm like, glowing."

The sun sets, an orange haze descending over all of Hawkins and somehow finding its way into your drab little apartment in the middle of town.

"Like the sun," you agree. You attempt a joking tone like his own and miss by a mile.

The light from the window kisses him and sets his hair aflame, a halo around his head as he leans over you.

The moment is disrupted by a telling tickle at the back of your nose. You scrunch up your face and move away from his touch, worried you'll spray all over him.

"That's it, I'm vacuuming," he says as you sneeze.

"No!" you protest, sniffling and wiping your nose with your sleeve. "Please don't."

"You're gonna get sick."

"No Steve, I'm not. I just need one thing and I'll be all better," you start coyly.

He rolls his eyes. "I can guess what you need."

"Yeah?"

"'Stevie, are you busy?'" He imitates your voice far from unkindly, a lilting, light murmur. "'Can I have a cuddle, please?'"

He starts to laugh before he's finished and you giggle thickly, pleased as punch when he finally dips down to kiss you. His smile slides over yours. Chaste, sweet.

"Yes," he says into your lips, "you can have a hug."

"I didn't ask for one."

"So you don't want one?"

You raise your arms and sew them under his, the corded muscle of his biceps shifting as he wraps you up. He hugs you tight and kind and practically vibrating with happiness.

You sit up and climb onto your knees, restless, desperate to get closer. You're a muddle of limbs and loose moving clothes. Your hand gets caught in the hem of his shirt and his fingers slip into the pocket of your sweatpants but it all works out and you end up exactly where you wanted to be, snug in his lap.

"Always get what you want, huh?" Steve asks, lips skipping over your forehead.

You nestle your face down into the juncture of his neck to hide your guilty smile. "Nah."

"No?" he asks.

His hand creeps to your waist and slips under the fabric of your shirt so he can squeeze tiny, firm circles into the flesh of your hip.

"No 'cos- because I wanted the thick duvet and we had to get a summer one."

"Because it's summer!"

"It's not as cozy."

Steve pulls his head back to give you what can only be described as a patronising smile. You scowl at him and have just opened your mouth when he interrupts.

"Listen, I wanted the thick one too. I did. But it's summer, and it's like, eighty degrees outside all the time and still seventy at night, and you like to cuddle." He emphasises his last few words with a pointed insistence though he doesn't stop smiling for a second.

"You're a total facehugger," he continues.

You giggle wildly, breathless with outrage. "How dare you."

"Deny it, then. Or better yet, don't cling to me tonight. Prove your point."

You can play this game, too. "That's really what you want? First night in our first home together and you want to sleep on the couch?"

"We don't have a couch."

"The ground?" you ask, incredulous.

He pulls you close until your chests are crushed together and your faces are a half-inch apart, his held to the side as he takes you in again with that same intensity from before.

"I'm not sleeping on the ground. It's kind of gross, for starters. And my arms aren't long enough to do this from the floor," he says, rubbing the curve of your back with both hands. You let yourself go limp, let your face fall to his shoulder.

"I'm happier than you," you say.

"No, you're not."

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington one shot #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things x you

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hi first off I just wanted to say love your stuff and second of all could you do a Caine x reader who at first is live very nervous, shutters, and barely takes but when they open up they talk A LOT and while still shutting it's more so because they have a lot to say instead of not knowing what to say?

Caine x shy!reader!who opens up!

Reader just like me frfr

Not putting much in this author's note since my brain is melting as we speak

He gets so taken aback when you go from quiet and mumbling to a total chatterbox

And honestly he kind of digs it

Sure caine was more than willing to be the main talker of the relationship; but its nice to know that the.. duty...? Oh keeping things going and well communicated isnt going to solely rest on him

Oh he could just listen to you talk for hours and hours, he would adore the sound of your voice. Totally replaying it in his head when hes away from you

As for before you opened up, he thought your stutter was cute

Whether or not that makes you feel better is up to you; as a stutter haver I can see why some people would take it as a compliment and why others wouldnt

Shrugs

Tries to help you be more confident with others

Loves hearing your ideas when you start to become more and more bold around him

He never really heard of people verbally shutting down when they have too many thoughts and feelings in their head...

Actually, no, he probably has but since he doesnt bother with interacting much with the circus members outside of IHAs he doesnt realize just how much it can affect someone

So he makes sure that you know that you can tell him every little thought that crosses your beautiful mind

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x you #caine x reader #caine imagine

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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hiii babes !!

you should like totally write something where Eddie has you tied down on the bed completely nude and he's barely touching you. like only leaving soft kisses and it goes on for so long that you're sweaty and squirming cuz you need him so bad... <3

So, I took this and tweaked it a bit, adding some deliciousness to it 🫦 hope you enjoy

Eddie x Fem!Reader

W.C 1.6k

Warnings: NO MINORS! (Go away you little shits! OUT OUT!) handcuffs, nipple play, experimenting with 🧊, blindfolding, tongue rings, daddy kink! Slight breeding kink! Overstimulation, etc

The clink of the handcuffs jingling above your head are making a steady rhythm as you try to wiggle your way out from their cold grasp. The moment you stepped foot into the trailer tonight, Eddie’s big brown eyes became ferocious, desperate for you. He stripped off your clothes in a hurry but left your panties, “I’ll take care of these later.” His plump lips kiss an array of harsh suckling pecks down your neck. Grabbing the hem of his shirt you attempt to yank it upwards revealing his tattoo covered chest but your feeble attempts are stopped as Eddie tuts, “oh no baby this is about you tonight.”

That was 45 mins ago, since then Eddie has cuffed you to his bed posts, blindfolded you with the black bandana he always wore in his back pocket and tantalized every square inch of your body. Your pussy was throbbing with every kitten lick that came from his hot wet mouth, the cool bite of his pierced tongue leaving goose bumps on your trembling skin.

For Eddie it was all about the tease. Having you writhing beneath him, covered in his spit, begging him to just fuck you already, was a huge turn on. At one point he even left you helplessly ties up to his bed as he took a shower. Leaving you cuffed to his bed in seducing agony as he whistled beneath the stream of the shower head, happy as a clown. The blindfold made you feel disoriented, you couldn’t tell if it was day or night, going by sound only, you listened to find out what Eddie was doing.

You could hear the shower turn off as Eddie stepped out onto the linoleum floor. You could hear his wet footsteps pounding into the kitchen and opening up the fridge? No, the freezer, ice is being placed into a glass item either a cup or a bowl you weren’t sure. Eddie made his way back into his bedroom and sat down beside you.

He put a single ice cube in his mouth rubbing it along the heat of his tongue before plucking it between his two fingers and rubbing it around your nipples. The bitter cold of the ice makes your breath shutter in your chest. The sensation is arousing, mixing the heat of your skin with the cool melting cube makes your cunt ache. You moan his name as his now cool tongue descends to your panties. The ice being passed between his hands like a game of air hockey— your nipples the goals.

You can feel your panties soaking through to his sheets the closer he gets. You can hear the clanking of ice against Eddie’s tongue ring as another ice cube is added to his mouth. He lets the first melting ice cube sit between your chest as it sweats and melts from the inferno of your skin. Running his hands down to your panties he tickles your skin with light tingling touches.

“Please,” you beg as you thrust your hips up to him. Eddie kneads your thighs in a bruising manner, “please touch me.”

“Is my sweet little whore begging?” Eddie teases as he toys with your panties in his thick fingers. “Baby girl need me to stop teasing her— give in to her?” He runs his thick fingers against your pussy lips, so annoying close to where you need him but he again refuses.

Eddie grabs your panties in both hands and rips them off of your body. You hear him inhale as he shoves your panties in his face, “mmm goddamn baby, you smell so fucking good. These panties are dripping wet for me, open up for daddy.”

You open your legs wide for Eddie and get embarrassed when you hear him laugh, “not those pretty lips baby, the north ones.” You open your mouth wide as your own panties are shoved into it. “Fuck you look so good like that, mmm Jesus Christ.”

Another ice cube is added to Eddie’s mouth as he twists your nipples harshly, causing you to moan around the fabric of your once cute pink panties. Eddie dips below to your naked cunt keeping the ice cube in his mouth as his cold snake-like tongue slithers up into your folds. The sensitivity of your clit is maxed out as his tongue invasion of your pussy goes ten fold. You let out a muffled scream. He pushes the ice cube into your greedy hole with his tongue as he sucks and licks around it. You can feel the ice melting with the heat of your core. It’s equally making you squirm and shake at the combining temperatures Blowing his cool breath against the ice making you shiver and quake beneath him. You aren’t sure how long the ice cube is melting inside of you, the overwhelming feeling making you whimper and squirm. Eddie sucks the ice cube out of your tight cunt spitting it onto your belly as he continues to lap up the melted ice and the hot juices of your delicious pussy.

“Mmmm fuck, look how pretty my girl looks, all fucking red and ready for me. You ready for me baby? Ready to take every inch of my cock?” You nod your head mercilessly as you whimper and moan.

Eddie swipes his thick cock through your folds as he slams home into you. His thrusts are relentless into you as he seizes onto your hips. The panties are taken out of your mouth, “let me hear those sweet little moans baby, I want you to scream my name til my neighbors get nervous enough to call the fucking cops.”

“Eddie oh sh— fuck you’re so big,” you scream into the four poster cluttered walls of his bedroom. The tightness in your belly was begging to be let loose. You weren’t going to last long with how worked up you had been. Eddie spits onto your clit as he rubs fast circles against it. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, Eddie! Eddie! Oh fuck!” Your slick flows out of your body and onto Eddie’s cock as he bucks faster and faster into you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy, want me to fill you up with my cum? Make sure you’re mine forever? Hmm? Fuck, you’re so tight after you cum, t-tell me you’re mine baby, tell me you’re all mine.” Eddie's momentum falters as he’s clinging to the last bit of sanity before his orgasm hits.

“I’m yours baby, nobody else’s!” You scream as the power of overstimulation courses through your body.

“Shit, fuck— oh, fuck.” Eddie’s hot cum fills up your cool pussy as he shudders through his release.

Taking a few ragged breaths you utter, “Ice? Eddie seriously? Ice?! I thought I was going to get hypothermia!”

“Sorry babe,” Eddie quips as he undoes the handcuffs and removes the bandana, “it was for a science project.”

“Science project? Eddie, you aren’t taking any science classes this semester!”

“For church then?” Eddie says with a smirk on his face.

“Jesus Christ” you mutter under your breath as you sit up on his bed rubbing your wrists.

“…Is my Lord and sav—ow! No teeth! ” Eddie whimpers as you bite his shoulder.

🧊

As always, dividers by @firefly-graphics

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things #eddie munson smut #stranger things x y/n #eddie x you #Eddie Munson fanfiction #dom!eddie #sub!reader #handcuffs #Eddies handcuffs #ice play #temperature play

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hxrrington22 · 2 years

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I am so proud of you <3

Summary: Eddie “the freak” Munson finally graduates, and the one person who may be more proud of him than Wayne, is Steve Harrington. After everything that happened with Vecna and Eddie almost dying, they got close, and Steve realized he may have feelings for Eddie. Robin finally convinces Steve to tell Eddie, and it goes a lot better than Steve thought.

Steddie fluff <33

C/w: slight makeout session, chocking, talk of death

“I can’t believe I am actually doing it Harrington” Eddie spoke to Steve while situating at his hair and graduation cap in the mirror.

“I am really proud of you Eddie” Steve looked at him through the mirror.

He turned around and gave Steve a soft smile, the one that always melts his heart. Steve doesn’t know what happened but seeing Eddie almost die made Steve attached to him. After everything with Vecna, he couldn’t leave his side, he was the one who sat by his hospital bed waiting for him to wake up since Wayne couldn’t be there all the time. Eddie woke up to a sleepy Steve next to his hospital bed and ever since then things have been different, a good different. Steve never thought he would like a boy but there he was, falling for Eddie Munson.

“You ready to go Steve? This is the first time I don’t want to be late for school” Eddie spoke, taking him out of his trance.

“Yeah, yeah let's go”

The car ride to the school was silent occasional glances given here and there. Eddie looked really happy and proud of himself and I don’t ever want him to lose that look on his face.

“You’re really happy aren’t you Eddie?”

“Is it that obvious? I just thought I’d never be here, you know, 4 months ago I was in the hospital almost dead” Steve's body shuttered thinking about those memories.

“And now I’m here getting ready to graduate, I don’t know where the motivation to get my shit together came from but I am really glad I did.”

“I know I keep saying it but I really am so fucking proud of you Eddie, I know how hard high school was for you, and I know I’ve said it before but I am sorry for the shit I did to you when I was in High School, I was a piece of shit in high school, I’m really glad you gave me another chance.”

“Means a lot hearing that you’re proud of me, I don’t have a lot of people that say it to me.”

As Steve and Eddie pulled up to Hawkins, Steve could tell Eddie was getting a little nervous, He reached over the center console and gave his knee a little squeeze for comfort.

“You’ll be okay Eddie.”

“I know, this is all just so weird to me.”

“Me and Robin will be front row to cheer you on, I promise.”

“Just don’t embarrass me, Harrington”

“Oh you know I can’t promise you that.”

When they got out of the car Robin came running up to us.

“Hey lover boys”

“Robin?” Steve looked at her in disappointment.

Eddie looks at Steve and just laughs. “I guess were lovers now”

Steve looks at Robin and shakes his head at her and walks away from the pair. Eddie's comment didn’t make Steve uncomfortable; he just wanted out of that situation before He said something I regretted.

“Hey Steve, I have to go to the gym to get in my place” Eddie called to him

“I’ll see you when you're out there Eddie!”

“Bye Eddie” Robin chimed in, jogging to catch up with Steve

“Sorry if my comment was uncalled for I didn’t think about it before I said it, I am just still in shock that you like a boy Steve.”

“No Robin it’s totally fine I understand, I’d probably do the same thing to you. I’m just getting tired of hiding my feelings.”

“Then tell him how you feel, Steve he likes you I can tell, and you know he’s gay so it’s not like he’ll shame you for liking men.”

“Yeah but what if he doesn’t like me back, Robin I can’t risk our friendship, I’ve already almost lost him once.”

“You won’t lose him, just do it, Steve.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Steve held up to my promise to Eddie and got Robin and him seats in the front so he could see them. The Graduation ceremony started with staff speeches and then went on to valedictorian and other student speeches, then they started giving out diplomas, going down an alphabetical list of the class of 86. They finally got down to the M’s and when Steve heard Eddie’s name he cheered louder than anyone else did, Eddie made eye contact with him as he was walking off the stage and Steve mouthed “I am so proud of you to him” getting one of his adorable smiles in return.

They went through the rest of the names and did one more closing speech, and ended it with the cap toss. After everything calmed down and people were dismissed to leave the auditorium Steve ran outside to meet Eddie leaving Robin Behind by accident. When He got outside He saw Eddie leaning against his BNW.

“Hey, freak! Get off my car” Steve jokingly called to Eddie.

Eddie looked up at him and shook his head, “damn I thought I was out of high school.”

“You know I was kidding” Steve looked at him, stepping closer.

“Now give me a hug dude you just fucking graduated.”

Eddie pulled him into a hug, his arms immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I am so proud of you Eddie”

“You have told me that a million times already”

“I just need to make sure you know”

He just pulled Steve in tighter, but he let him go once he saw Robin running at them.

“You just left me back there, asshole.”

“I am so sorry Robin I was Eager to get back to Eddie, and I thought you were right behind me.”

“Of course, you were.” She rolled her eyes at me.

“Well, I’m gonna leave you two to whatever you were doing before I interrupted” She looked at Steve and winked.

“I’ll catch a ride with Nancy, See you later lover boys.”

“Why do I have a feeling She knows something I don’t?” Eddie turned around to look at Steve

“Because she does.”

“Steve tell me.”

“I want to Eddie but Not here, Can we go somewhere else? yeah, we're in the far parking lot but I want more privacy.”

“No problem, we can go back to my trailer Wayne had to rush back to work after the ceremony so it’ll be just us, is everything okay?”

“Yeah I think so, let's go”

Steve climbed into the driver's seat of his car, and Eddie followed getting into the passenger seat. Steve was visibly nervous, He kept having to unstick my hands from the steering wheel. They were so sweaty, and his leg that wasn’t on the peddle was bouncing so He wasn’t all that surprised when Eddie asked him if He was okay.

“Eddie I promise I am fine, there's just a lot on my mind”

“You can talk to me.”

“I know that’s why we're going back to your trailer.”

“Why don’t you just tell me now, we're alone.”

“Because I don’t want to be driving when I tell you.”

“You're making me nervous Harrington.”

“Oh, you have no idea about nervous Eddie.”

Before Eddie could even reply we pulled up to his trailer, Steve parked his car and immediately hopped out, Eddie followed behind him and unlocked the trailer door before leading him inside, the two boys sat down on the couch and after a couple of minutes, Eddie looked at Steve and finally broke the silence.

“Steve please tell me what's going on, I’m worried about you” He put his hand on his knee

“Eddie please don’t freak out when I tell you and please promise me it won’t change our relationship.”

“Steve nothing can change the way I feel about you.”

“I think I may like boys Eddie. Specifically this one.”

“You really thought I’d think of you differently? I’m gay Steve you know that. Anyways whose the lucky guy?”

Steve mumbled a quiet “you”

“What was that Steve it almost sounded like you said me?”

He look up at him, they were sitting really close together at this point, “I did say you, I’ve liked you for a while I just didn’t know how to tell you, and seeing you graduate today, I was so proud of you Eddie and it made me realize how much I wanted to be with you, Eddie you make me feel so different, but in such a good way, I don’t want to lose that.”

“Oh, Steve you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked seconds later.

“Ple-” Steve was cut off by Eddie’s lips on his , the kiss was slow and sweet, and Eddie tasted like a mixture of cigarettes, weed, and mint in the best way possible. Eddie laid Steve down so his back was on the couch and Eddie was hovering over Him, the kiss had gotten a little more heated at this point, tongues fighting for dominance, Eddie’s hand around Steves throat a new feeling to him but god he loves it, his other hand next to his head holding him up, Steve’s arms around Eddie's neck, and one hand wrapped tightly in his hair pulling every once in a while.

“Eddie-fuck, stop for a second.”

He got off of Steve, “are you okay Steve? I didn’t mean to hurt you. If I did I’m so sorry.”

“No Eddie I’m fine I promise I Just want to clarify that I’m not ready to do anything but makeout with you right now, this is just my first time being with a guy so it’s all new and nerve-wracking for me.”

“That’s perfectly fine sweetheart, I’ve just been dying to kiss you since I woke up with you next to my hospital bed.” He crawled back over him.

He blushed at the pet name. “ Me too Eddie. You looked really good today, by the way, definitely the best-looking graduate at Hawkins. I’m so fucking proud of you Eddie.”

“You keep telling me that Steve, thank you, I appreciate you.” He leaned down and reconnected their lips for the second time that night and for the first time in a long time Steve felt at ease with everything.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfic smut #steddie stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #gay couple #gay men #bisexaul #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #kiss me #robin buckley #steve and robin #steddie fluff

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Lost Time (The Ashes of Yourself Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: mentions of suicide attempts/ideation, swearing, daddy/abandonment issues

Word count: 3,879

You and Techno stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, both of you not knowing what to say to each other. So much was left unsaid between you two throughout your childhoods and the past four years that you didn’t know where to even start. You supposed a simple ‘how are you?’ would suffice, but that’d be too simple, far too simple for not talking to each other in literal years. But you couldn’t just say ‘hey, I’m incredibly jealous that you are Dad’s favorite and I totally didn’t send you my suicide note that you may or may not have seen’, that’d be way too much trauma dumping for your taste. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you chose to sheepishly grin at him and awkwardly wave.

“Heh uh, how’re you…?” Smooth, (y/n). Real smooth.

You watched as he furrowed his brows slightly before he hesitantly gave you a small wave with his gargantuan pink hand. “...I’m doin alright. You?”

“I’ve seen better days.”

“Right…”

An awkward silence fell over you two as you glanced down at your bloodied hands. “Sorry bout the blood. It won’t really stop until I stop moving.”

He shrugged, “that’s fine. I’ve bled everywhere in this house. Nothing that won’t come out.”

“Alright then.”

You wanted to crawl into a pit and just let yourself die, you hated this awkward atmosphere you created. Your mind scrambled to find something to say to the man other than a stupid ‘alright then’. You haven’t even seen him in four years, surely you would be able to find something to talk about. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him clear his throat.

“I uh got some clothes for you. They’re Tommy’s old clothes from when he stayed with me during his exile. I don’t know if they’ll fit, but I’m guessing that they’re better than the wet ones you’re wearing.”

When he saw you wince when you tried to stand up, he rushed to your side and helped you stand up. You could feel the backs of your knees start to drip blood. “Do you have any spare lava?”

His hands paused on your upper arms, “yes, but why would you need it?”

“It kinda heals me. I mean, just enough that my skin stops cracking open and bleeding everywhere.”

“Why don’t we just take you to a lava lake in the Nether?”

You glanced out the window at the flurry of snowflakes falling to the ground and being whisked off to other places by the harsh wind. You shuttered, remembering what it felt like to be fully engulfed in water. “Water hurts. I don’t want to get burnt out again.”

“Right, I’ll go get a few buckets full. Stay here,” with that, he ushered you to sit in front of the fire once again and draped the large blanket over your shoulders again. You could hear him move to another room and rustle around what you presumed was a chest before you heard his heavy footsteps walking behind the couch. You could hear the billowing of the wind when he opened the door before it was cut off by the door closing.

You leaned forward and put your hands in the fire, relishing in the feeling of the flames melting away the charred skin slightly. The flames licked and caressed your dark skin slowly giving you more feeling back in the damaged tissue. As you were turning your hands over the flames, you thought about your voluntary near death experience just about an hour before.

The thought of the ocean finally taking you and dragging your charcoaled corpse into its depths never to be seen again was alluring. After feeling the intense pain and the suffocation that came with chucking yourself into the ocean when you’re part blaze was definitely a deterrent, but you just had to push through the pain. This was something you’d dreamt of doing since you were fifteen and you’d be damned if you were going to let pain stop you.

You know you felt sort of… grateful that Philza saved you when you were laying on that beach, but now that you had time to reflect on what happened, you felt resentful that he did. Of course he’d take away the only good thing you had going on in your life, he was full of audacity and impudence when you were a kid. He hasn’t changed at all much to your disappointment. You shouldn’t have expected him to change in the first place, that was just something that you knew in the back of your mind would never happen. A large part of you craved his approval and affection, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Your thoughts were cut off by someone pulling you back gently from the fire. “I got the lava. Uh, I can set up an area for you downstairs with netherrack.”

“No, you don’t have to, I just have to put it on my joints for a few minutes.”

“Don’t you want to, uh, fully cover yourself?”

“I can hold off until the snowstorm dies down. It’s nothing too major.” You dipped your hands into the large bucket of lava and sighed in relief, “that’s much better, thank you Technoblade.”

“It’s no problem, but you literally just almost died. How is that something that’s ‘not major’?”

“I’m used to… well, this,” you took a hand out of the lava and gestured to your stone covered arm. “It’s just more than I’m used to. Kinda uncomfortable, but I’ll live.”

“What do you mean you’re used to it? You don’t live by water do you?”

“Yeah, I live by the ocean so I’m bound to get a little charred. No big deal,” you took your hands out of the bucket, shook the excess lava off, and stuck your elbows in. You looked at your now dully glowing hand and wiggled your fingers. There were more blackened scars etched into your skin on your joints, but you didn’t care.

“Heh? Why the hell would you live by an ocean?”

You wove your hands nonchalantly in the air, “I always liked how the water looked when the sun set. The way that the pinks and yellows would reflect and bounce off the waves? Breathtaking.” You also lived by the ocean so that you had an easy way out of living, but you weren’t about to tell him that. Too much trauma dumping.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Have you ever seen the sun setting over the ocean?” You rose a brow at the piglin hybrid sitting on the couch.

“Well, no but-”

“Then you can’t knock it till you try it. I’ll take you to my old place after I can take a proper lava bath. You won’t regret it, promise.”

“Still, you’re literally made of fire. Look what happened to you… Er, speaking of, how’d this happen?” He looked you up and down inquisitively with his red eyes.

You sighed as you took your elbows out of the lava and dipped your feet into the buckets. “...Do you still have your communicator?”

You watched as his floppy ear flicked and his eyebrow rose at you, “...Yes, but I only talk to Dad. Why, did you leave me a message?” Before he could stand up to grab his communicator, you stopped him with a hand on his shin. “No, I didn’t. I was just wondering.”

He didn’t look convinced, “...tell me what happened. Were you pushed?”

Your shoulders tensed up against your will before you forced them to relax. “I fell in, got too close to the edge.”

“You’re so lucky Dad was already at your house, you could’ve died. How could you be so careless?”

You only responded with a blaze-like frustrated grunt that rumbled in the back of your throat and removed your feet from the buckets. Picking up one of the buckets, you took a swig of the lava. The viscous liquid crawled slowly down your throat and soothed your burned esophagus and stomach. Clearing your throat, you looked over to your estranged brother. He was looking at you with disgust, his snout scrunched up slightly and his mouth twisted into a grimace.

“What?” Your voice sounded less strained and scratchy. Overall, it felt better to speak.

“Your- your feet were just in there. That’s disgusting.”

You blew out a puff of smoke and watched as it drifted to the ceiling, “my feet were just in water, remember? They’re clean. And besides, I swallowed and inhaled a lot of water so I needed it. I mean, my lungs are still stone, but there’s nothing I can do about it except wait it out.”

“That’s still gross. Wait, can you not drink water?”

“No- well technically I can, but it hurts. Gimme one sec.”

He was quiet as he watched you take a deep breath and dunk your entire head into the lava bucket you weren’t drinking from. His youngest sibling was… strange, but he found that he enjoyed your company so far. The only company he’s had at his cabin recently was his brothers and dad, which burned him out slightly with their big personalities. You were as awkward as he was and that was refreshing. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty after hearing the majority of yours and Philza’s argument. Now that he thought back on his childhood, the majority of his memories were of him and Philza. He didn’t have many negative memories past his adoption, and that was because he spent all of his time adventuring with Philza. He did everything with his adoptive father and absolutely nothing with his siblings. He knew nothing about Wilbur, well Ghostbur now, or Tommy until they stayed with him during Tommy’s exile. He’s never talked to you or spent any time with you before, and he wanted to get to know who you were. He wanted to make up for lost time.

After you were under for a while, he started to worry that you drowned yourself. Just as he was about to pull your head out of the bucket with a hand close to your forehead, you slowly removed your head from the lava and held it over the bucket so that the excess would drip off from you. Panting slightly, you sat up fully and wiped your eyes clean of the lava. You could hear some rustling in front of you so you opened your eyes to see your brother holding out clothes to you.

“Go change, I’ll make dinner. There’s a spare room upstairs, second door on the left. You can stay there for now.”

You hesitated before you took the clothes from him, “I… Thank you Techno.” You weren’t expecting him to be so kind to you, he was known as the blood god after all. He was ruthless when he battled, leaving thousands without families. You saw him a couple of times when you were younger coming home with Philza covered in blood with a malicious expression on his face. That always made you try to avoid him; not that you had any difficulty doing that, he was never home.

He curtly nodded before he turned to walk into where you assumed was the kitchen. You trudged up the stairs and tiredly drug your feet down the hallway towards the second door on the left. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised. You didn’t know what you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t this. It was simplistic, yet it looked like a professional decorated it.

The bed looked incredibly comfortable and soft with a large white comforter draped over the top. At both sides of the headboard, twin chests sat underneath double hung windows with wooden frames that matched the spruce planks that made up the walls. You were sure that once the relentless snowstorm stopped you would be able to see a spruce forest in the distance. Lanterns hung at the far corners of the room opposite of where the bed sat. Glancing at the opposite wall, you saw a framed portrait of a nether fortress. You assumed that it was the nether fortress on the other side of his portal. If you squinted, you could see orange specks that you assumed were blazes.

After you got dressed, you were pleasantly surprised to see that Tommy’s clothes fit you. Despite the slight bagginess of the pants and the sleeves of the jumper hanging halfway past your hands, they fit relatively well. Humming in satisfaction, you hung up your wet clothes to dry and made your way downstairs following the savory smell of cooking meat and potatoes. Your mouth watered at the smell, it’s been a while since you’ve eaten an actual meal. You’d just been surviving on an apple a day with the occasional potato when you had some leftover from making homemade vodka.

You walked into the kitchen and looked at your brother standing at the stove, the stove looked miniscule compared to his seven and a half foot tall form. That man was a giant and you wouldn’t be lying if his height alone didn’t intimidate you slightly. If he wanted, he could grab your entire face with his hand. Various light pink scars decorated his muscular arms that poked out from the rolled up sleeves of his blouse. He wasn’t wearing his huge fluffy cloak, instead it was draped over the back of one of the chairs at the large wooden dining table. Every part of your body wanted to take it, wrap yourself up into a blaze hybrid burrito, and take the best nap you’ve ever had. His corseted form moved gracefully around the kitchen grabbing various spices and herbs.

You saw his ears twitch before he moved his massive head to look back at you, you could see the corners of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly. “They fit you, that’s good. Take a seat, dinner's almost ready.” With that, you took a seat at the table. You felt like a child again, the table was huge, the tabletop coming up to your lower chest. The table and chairs were made of what looked like dark oak wood. The wood was carved intricately with complex patterns etched into the frame and the back of the chairs.

You eyed the cape draped over the chair next to you. It was a deep royal red with black speckled white fur lining the border of the fabric. If you looked closely, you could see that the pendant that connected the two ends was made of gold and had a diamond encrusted center. It looked incredibly soft, it would be so easy to just reach out with a finger to pet it. Your brother wouldn’t notice if you did it quick enough so that you could touch it before he turned around. When you gathered the courage to touch the cloak, you reached out with a slightly shaking hand to pet the fur, watching Technoblade the entire time.

Everytime he would move to grab a spice, you would quickly retract your hand and try to act as innocent as possible only to try again after he didn’t turn around again. Just as you finally touched the fabric, you were in awe with how soft it was. It was like petting a newborn puppy but better. You truly couldn’t put into words how soft it was.

You were snapped out of your trance by a small chuckle, “soft isn’t it?” You jumped, quickly retracting your hand and smacking your head against the back of your chair in the process. You could feel your cheeks heat up more than they usually did, you could see the glow of orange intensify at the bottom of your vision. Your brother was staring at you with amusement, his mouth quirked up in a small smile. He was carrying two plates full of steak and potatoes, putting one in front of you before walking to sit opposite of you.

“Uh, yeah. It- it’s really soft.”

“I got it from a nation thousands of blocks from here, it wasn’t easy to get. Those guards were not happy to see me stealing from their king.” He chuckled before he started to eat his food.

“Is that where you got the crown too?”

“No, Dad got it for me as a going away present when I moved out… You’ve grown up so much since I’ve last seen you. I remember when you barely reached my waist and now you’re only about a foot and a half shorter than me.”

“You’ve gotten taller also, more scars too.”

“You as well. Are all those from water?”

“Yeah, it only scars when I crack the stone on my skin though.”

“Ouch. So like you get scars whenever you move?”

You shrugged, “basically.” Turning to your plate, you struggled with not wolfing down the entire thing in one go. You didn’t want to have your brother get the impression you had bad table manners. Wilbur raised you better than that. When you took a bite of the stake, you moaned slightly at the taste. Quickly swallowing your mouthful, you looked at your brother with wide eyes. “Ender Tech, where’d you learn to cook? It’s delicious.”

He gave you a small bashful smile and shrugged, “when you’ve been living alone for this long you pick up on a few things.”

“I’ve been living alone for about a year now and I still can’t cook.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “well what do you eat then?”

“Just an apple a day, maybe a potato too if I have any to spare.”

He narrowed his eyes, “how the hell are you still alive? That’s hardly enough.”

You blankly stared at your plate, “I’ve been asking myself that everyday, things aren’t… amazing living alone. Uh, let’s talk about happier things. I wanna get to know you.”

He stared at you for a while before he sighed, “fine, but we’re talking about this later. How do you wanna go about getting to know each other?”

“It’s gonna be hard cuz we have like seventeen years to catch up on, but I think we can do it. Let’s… let’s play the favorites game. We take turns naming a category and we both say what our favorite thing in that is. I’ll start, what’s your favorite type of mythology? Like Greek, Egyptian, Norse…”

His eyes lit up at the mention of mythology, “I like Greek mythology. I can talk for hours about it.”

“Nice! I personally like Norse mythology better, we have to exchange myths sometime.”

“My turn, what’s your favorite myth?”

You matched his excitement, “I really like the Ragnarok myth. The fact that the gods know of their impending doom and destruction and are actively working towards it is- is just really intriguing. What’s yours?”

You both abandoned your meals as your conversation diverged into telling each other various myths from your respective favorite mythologies. Your favorite ones he told you were the tales of Orpheus and Eurydice, Persephone and Hades, and Psyche and Eros. You were a sucker for romance even if the thought of you being in a relationship was something you were uncomfortable thinking about. Romance stories just made you happy to see people finding comfort and fulfillment in each other. You told him more about Ragnarok, the creation of Mjolnir, and the murder of Baldur.

Before you two knew it, hours passed by. Your untouched dinners grew cold and the clock struck midnight startling both of you out of your story telling. You both looked at the grandfather clock then back at each other in shock, “we’ve been talking for four hours Tech.”

“Yeah, we did. It- it was nice talking about mythology. Usually people get bored when I talk about it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ender, I know. Why don’t they find it as interesting as we do? It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to talk to, it’s nice.”

“We better go to bed, we can just eat a bigger breakfast tomorrow before we take you to the Nether and your house. You probably want to sleep in your own bed.”

You laughed nervously, “yeah about that… I don’t really have a bed anymore. Or an actual house for that matter.”

“The fuck happened?”

“I may have burnt it down accidentally.”

He was silent for a bit before he looked at you suspiciously. “Are you gonna burn my house down?” And there’s the thing you hated most when you told people of your lineage and abilities. They always believe that you’re a being of destruction and inferno. They always grow to not trust you around them or their possessions fearing you would burn them to a crisp. You cursed your biological parents daily for giving you these genes.

You shrunk in on yourself slightly, “no, I’d never do that to you. I’m in control as long as I keep my emotions in check. Can’t get too excited, scared, or happy. I just can’t do anything extreme and my temperature stays low.”

He grunted, nodding in satisfaction. “We probably should get to sleep soon if we wanna get stuff done before the family reunion.”

“I forgot about that… Have you met the kid Phil’s gonna adopt?”

He drew in a long breath into his nose and huffed it out of his mouth. “Yeah, his name’s Ranboo. And he’s actually only about half a year younger than you are. I don’t know how to feel about him yet, but he seems like he has good intentions.”

You drug a hand through the flames idly flickering on your head, “is Phil seriously gonna adopt another kid? I don’t think it’s a good idea for him.”

“That’s what I thought, I don’t need any more orphans running around here. You, Tommy, and Wilbur are more than enough. We can talk more about this in the morning.”

With that, you picked up your plates and took them to the kitchen. Before you could turn on the water faucet, a hand on your shoulder stopped you. “I’ll get it. You can’t be around this stuff.”

“A little water won’t hurt me. It’s the least I could do, you made dinner.”

“A little water will hurt you. Go to bed, I’ll handle this. It’s only two dishes.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but it snapped shut as soon as he gave you a warning look. “Go to bed (y/n).”

“...Aright, thank you for doing that. I’ll see ya in the morning.”

He grunted as you walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the guest room. You walked straight to the bed and plopped down onto the surface. You felt sort of bad that you were rubbing soot off onto the white comforter from your still charcoaled skin, but it was nothing that you couldn’t clean in the morning. The bed was extremely comfortable, a stark contrast to your old one. Your old one had lumps and some exposed bedsprings sticking out of the fabric. With the weight of the heavy comforter and the plush mattress, you were out like a light.

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vickylamore · 3 years

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Little Protective Boy

Summary: Jungkook is caring— overprotective and nearly always gets his way— but caring. Although, it takes one comment to ruin your entire day and it's even worse when you have to see him for hours on end. Everything will work out in the end though... maybe, I don't know. Requested? Yes! WC - 2k Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x F! Reader Genre - Fluff, slight Angst

It was stupid, in fact, he was stupid. There’s no way he meant it but there’s no way you were going to let it go because it still hurt. Plus, your own pettiness wouldn’t let you.

So, as you walked into the building and passed by the reception without saying a word, the staff already knew something was up. It was just a quick glance at your posture and the way your eyes occasionally flicked towards the ground to avoid eye contact with anyone made it all the more clear that you were upset.

Even when your favourite elevator song played as you stepped in, the smallest smile didn’t crack your lips and you looked straight ahead, bored out of your mind. Although your eyes remained focused on the elevator shutter forward, your mind was elsewhere.

Jeon Jungkook might be the best and worst man to come into your life, dismantle your career and turn your love life into havoc. Tall, handsome and charming man but also possessive, overprotective, and a total asshole most of the time. It’s always his way, we always have to listen to him otherwise the house will be turned upside down and graves will fill themselves with carcasses.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as soon as the elevator opened again and walked out, passing the other staff members around you. Soft clicks lingered through the long hallways and when you finally reached one of the largest rooms on the floor, you took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Again, the argument was stupid. It all started this morning when you told him you had a recording session after his own with some of the trainees that might debut later on in the year. It was okay, he was fine with it until you said the name of one of the male trainees who has been hitting on you since you’ve worked for Big Hit, a whopping five years. And suddenly, the man stopped drinking his coffee and stared at you like you were crazy. It only got worse when you justified that it was only for work, like it always been. Then, it ended up with a screaming match that only made you think that he didn’t trust you or had very little faith that you could handle yourself to the best of your abilities. You walked away from the argument, telling him to hurry up and get in the car. Again, it was fine just until he had to open his mouth and affirm his point as if it didn’t pass through the first time. “Boys will be boys, you can’t protect yourself against them.”

Was he being overprotective and maybe had good intentions? Yeah, maybe. But the way he voiced it irked you to no end. One moment, you were in the passenger seat and the next, you were out of his car and walked your way to the studio by yourself, at nine in the morning, while your boyfriend asked you to get back in the car.

“How long are you going to play with those keys?”

“Until he gets here so we can start.” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung’s questions, playing a few chords on the keyboard to registered the melody in your head again. Taehyung glanced at Namjoon, who only shrugged then proceeded to look at Yoongi, who then proceeded to roll his eyes but didn’t say anything.

It’s been ten minutes since you got to the studio, the boys getting in a few minutes after you, Yoongi and Jimin being the first inside. The only thing you’ve said was morning and they haven’t heard you talk since. Naturally being closest with Yoongi because you both are producers, he was basically peer-pressured into asking what was wrong because five pairs of eyeballs stared at him expectantly.

Yoongi sighed, “where’s Jungkook?”

“I don’t know,” you said, playing the last few chords and changing the pitch of the system, “I don’t really care.”

Hoseok blinked longingly, looking between both you and the second eldest before chuckling under his breath, “what did he say this time?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you got up and settled yourself in the chair in front of the booth, turning on the panel. “Ask him when he gets here.”

Sure enough, Jungkook slowly opened the door and doesn’t say anything as he drops his bag on the couch and immediately enters the booth without a word, without even a glance at you. The guys raise their eyebrows but don’t say anything and watch as their youngest slips the headphones on, a troubled expression on his face.

You sighed and turned around, annoyance covering every bit of your face. “If I hear any of you comment about what happened, I’m literally going to walk out the door.”

You couldn’t, and they knew that but Jungkook didn’t. He didn’t even know what you said, he just cleared his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose as you turned back around.

Leaning forward, you press the mic button, “alright, we’re starting with the chorus as your voice will be lead and then we’ll—”

“I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes as soon as he turned to face you, the words still ringing in your head. I’m sorry, he says, I’m sorry, he says but is he actually? You opened your eyes and spoke in the mic again.

“Jungkook, we’re at work. We can do this later.”

“You won’t listen to me later.” He isn’t wrong. “Look, what I said was stupid and I shouldn’t have said it—”

“Yeah,” your lips were now pressed into a thin line. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

“What did he say?”

A yelp escaped Jimin’s mouth as Jin replied, “not now.”

Jungkook looked pleadingly at his bandmates then back to you, he took off his headphones and fully turned facing the glass window. “I shouldn’t have said it and it’s been bugging me and I can’t concentrate if you’re mad at me and I’m really sorry—”

“(Y/n),” whispered Namjoon, “he won't quit rambling if you don’t say something.”

You only sighed and clicked the mic button, “Jungkook.” The other stopped talking. “I’m not doing this with you right now.” His face dropped in the slightest but then nodded, slipping the headphones back on. You sighed again before you continued. “I understand that you want to protect me but I can take care of myself.”

“But—”

“The chorus,” you cut him off, eyeing him down. “Let’s start with the chorus.”

The guys behind you didn’t say anything and watched as the youngest nodded, clearing his throat. You turned up the music and leaned forward to access the panel, ignoring the stares behind your back and an upset boyfriend.

It was early afternoon when you finished recording the last few harmonies. The rest of the guys were already gone since they finished their parts for the day. You tinkered with the program you were using, moving various voice clips so they’d be aligned with one another. You glanced back at the last man in the booth before asking, “ready?”

Jungkook nodded and opened his mouth to start, but stopped for a moment. You paused the music and looked back. “What?”

“Are we not going to talk about it?”

You let out a scoff, “I said, I’m not doing this with you at work.”

“Hyungs are gone,” he argued, slipping off the headphones, “there’s no one here but us.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked and leaned back in the chair, making sure your mic is still on. “What am I supposed to say? I get that you care, I really do but you can’t control who I meet up with, especially for work!”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, “I was warning you about him, that’s all.”

“And I get that, I do,” you sighed, “but it doesn’t mean you have to force your rules on me.”

It was now Jungkook’s time to scoff, “I’m not forcing any rules or implying anything.” His once stressed face turned soft, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m not always around and people can be really… disgusting and mean and I don’t want you to feel like your alone.”

Your expression softened at how vulnerable he looked right now. Maybe his methods weren’t the best but he truly meant no harm. Even if Jungkook always wanted things to be his way, he does it with the right intentions. Should it always be like this? Of course not, there should always be à mutual agreement between the both of you, but you can’t blame him now. Fame, publicity and rumours could ruin your relationship, not to mention that people will take advantage of both of you for whatever reason.

You closed the program you were using then proceeded to speak into the mic, “come on.” You sent him a small smile. “We’re done for the day.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to take his headphones fully off and walk out of the booth. He stood, pressed against the door as you turned off the electronic instruments and computer as well as the panel before turning towards him.

A silence fell in the room, neither of you uttered a single word. It wasn’t awkward nor was it comfortable, you just stood in the lighted room, staring at each other. With a sigh, you walked towards him and brought him into a hug, at which he melted in right away.

“Thank you for caring for me,” you whispered in his ear, “I understand everything, you know? Just— just try to be more open about how I feel, okay?”

He nodded his head, his chin buried in the crook of your neck. “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you said immediately, “you had your reasons to be upset and I had mine. We both understand why the other was upset, so let’s fix it, okay.”

He nodded again before burying his head in your neck and let out a small chuckle, “you’re warm… and you smell good too.”

A giggle left your mouth as you tried pushing him away, but he just got clingier and put his entire weight on you. “Jungkook, come on,” you said with a fit of giggles, “you’re going to make us both fall.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“Not if you’re on top of me.”

Another fit of giggles echoed through the room/ The once cold and stressed expressions were now replaced with smiles and glowing eyes. You might have your differences but you mean the best for one another. And again, you were reminded that your boyfriend was the little protective boy you grew to love.

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rudystopit · 3 years

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Hey uh- first time doing these but could I get a //yes I know this is a rare one but stay with me here\\ present mic or Midnight one? I feel like they don’t get as much love <:( Putting that aside I really like your stuff! <3 I hope you have the best of your remaining Day/Night

summary: hizashi texts you about a headache and asks if you have anything for it. he comes to your classroom and you accidentally gave him the wrong pills.

warnings: nsfw, edging, denial, femdom, handjob, post cum torture and overstimulation.

wc: 2k

“this headache is killing me,” hizashi whines. he leans against your arm as you dig through you purse. you find a baggy of pills in one of the pockets. you grab one of the little orange pills and handed it to him. he pops it into his mouth then swallows harshly.

“you’re a life saver y/n,” you shoo him away. he rolls his eyes and walks away. you watch as his blonde hair sways as he walks. you smile to yourself and make your way to your own class.

you sit at your large desk as the students leave for the night. you looked over at the pile of papers you have to grade. you groan and slide the pile closer. you go through and check for the correct answers before figuring out what the total they got right was. you finished off with a percent written at the top.

your phone vibrates in your desk. you slide open the drawer. you look at the name. ashi. you give your phone a curious look. you tap in your passcode as his message glares out from the screen.

you grab your purse with a slam on the desk. you search of the bag. you look at the pills. they look like drug store Ibuprofen. you look closer at the pills.

“shit,” you yell. you had put the rae “in the mood” pills in your bag to give to nemuri, but you completely forgot about it. honestly you have no idea why she wanted them but it’s better if you didn’t think too much about it.

you quickly texted hizashi back that you had accidentally gave him women sex pills instead of ibuprofen, with a little smile face. the little read receipt came up but no answer.

the little read message appeared.

you stared down at your phone. you waited for him to answer. you tried not to laugh at the fact that he could be somewhere in the school all hot and bothered. you think about how he’s probably in the teachers lounge trying not to think about how tight his pants are or even better he’s in a closet trying to... relieve himself.

suddenly your door flys open. hizashi is breathing heavy. his dripping in sweat. he’s not in this normal outfit but instead wearing dark jeans and a black t shirt. his hair styled in a high ponytail. he looks down at the ground while he catches his breath.

“you,” his voice is raspy. his hand falls from the door. he looks up at you. “you... you gave me a horny pill!!” he yells.

“it’s was an accident,” you laugh.

“ARE YOU LAUGHING!!” he yells and walks to your desk.

you lean forward in your seat. letting your low top show off your beautiful chest. he stops at the first row of desks. “yes, it’s really funny,” you smirk at him.

“you take one then,” he crosses his arms.

you place your hands on the desk and slowly stand up. the chair rolling away from you. you drag your index finger cross your desk as you walk around to the front of it. you lean against the front as you cross your arms.

he looks at you. he licks his lips. he takes a step towards you. you just hold out your hand to stop him. he stops dead in his tracks. You look at his quivering form. His blonde hair was relaxed and up in a ponytail. Sweat fell down along his flushed skin. His chest rises and falls as his shirt starts to stick to his chest.

His eyes couldn’t focus on one part of you. His gaze started at your eyes and fell to your lips then it traces your jaw and to your chin. He swallows harshly as his eyes admire your collarbones. His pupils were blown as they flicked down your shirt. He bites his lip as he finished his journey down your body. The tight pencil shirt was the last thing he admired before walking up to you again.

His breathing was labored as his hands wrapped around your waist. His warm breath hitting your face. He looked down at your devilish grin. Your hand slides ever so slowly under his shirt. His stomach tightens at your cold touch. His body is fiery hot as you lightly brush your fingers across his broad chest.

He pulls you closer to him as his fingers graze his sensitive nipples. His eyes slam close and his mouth clamp shut. With your other hand, you cup his face. He leans into your hand. You smile and pinch his nipple in between your fingers. He inhales sharply, trying not to moan. You place a kiss on his cheek. Then you lean into his ear, your breath sending shivers down his back.

You chuckle at his reaction and pull away from him. His grip around you waist tightens and he gives you a pleading look.you push his hands away from your body as you slide from in between him and the desk. he watches you walk away.

you push your chair to the end of the desk and tell him to sit. he quickly does as he’s told and sits down patiently waiting for your next move.

“undo them,” you point at his jeans. he quickly undoes his belt then unbuttons them. the sound of his pants unzipping makes your stomach tighten. you close your eyes and steady your breathing, trying to hide your excitement.

the bulge in his boxers sat in between the top of the jeans. you walked in front of him and stank to your knees. you pull his belt out from the loops. he looks down at you in confusion.

you pull the belt through the clasp and back through creating two loops. you grab his hands and put them into the loops and pulled tight then securing it.

you stood up and peered down at his excited body. his face sweetly and red. his hair stuck his forehead and his hand tied together on his lap.

you put your hands on the armrest of the chair and leaned forward. you smiled at him and he did his best to smile back. you leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on his lips. he practically melted in seconds and feverishly wanted more when you pulled away.

your hand played with the hem of his boxers. his holds back a moan cause by the friction of the boxers moving. He face is deep red and sweat rolls down his face. His eyes give you a pitiful look as your hand slips into his boxers.

hizashi’s head rolls back against the chair. You swear his lip was about to bleed from him bitting down on it. You stare down at his hot and bothered state. A devilish grin forms on your face as your index finger slides along the underside of his sensitive member. His breathing becomes a small whine as his eyes tighten shut.

“Come on, ashi,” you lean down and whisper into his ear. He shutters at your breath hitting his ear. “I want to hear you pretty little whines.” He slowly shakes his head no. your finger traces his red hot tip. “What? You don’t want to show me how good I make you feel?” You sighed. You slid you hand out of boxers

You walked to the door to leave until Hizashi yelled out, “please y/n,”

You stand next to the door, “please what?” You ask.

“Please, help me, y’n,” he mumbles.

“What was that?” You ask, bringing your hand to your ear, “I don’t I heard you clearly. Can you speak up hun?”

“Y/n, can you please help me fix the problem you started?” He yelled.

You lock the door and walked back to him. “Do you still have a headache?” You ask.

“Huh?” He looks at you.

“Do you still have a headache?”

“No,” he answers with hesitation.

“Then I fixed the problem you came it me for,” you smile and sit on the desk.

“Y/n, please, I need you,” he begs.

You bring your hand to his head and creased his hair. He closes his eyes. You grab a fist full of his hair and pulled him closer to your face. the expression on his face only begged for mercy. You bring your lips to his. His hands reach up to legs. His finger tips grazing the skin underneath your skirt. Your free hand smacking them away.

You got off the desk and let go of hizashi’s blond hair. You sink in-between his knees. You pull out his dick as it’s covered in pre cum, probably has a wet spot on his boxers. You let your hand slide up and down on his bursting cock. You look up at his face as it twists in pleasure at the touch he had been begging for. You pump up and down fast to see his eyes close tighter. He bits his lip harder with each stroke.

You rub his tip around your palm while cupping his tip. You let out a few moans to tease him and to get him even more riled up. His jaw clenches at the sound. You smile and go back to stroking his whole member. His hips slowly rise and fall with your strokes. You quicken your pace and his mouth loosens and drops open. He lets out a high pitch whine.

You quicken to keep him moaning. His hands grip the chair and you bring your hand down then up as you release him from your grip. He pants and whines for more.

You grab his throbbing dick one more time and started at the pace you ended. His stomach clenched up as you hand pleasured him. His face twists with quiet moans. You look up at him to see his mouth wide open and his eyes looking at you down through his lashes. You smile and stroke him one more time with you ending with releasing him once again.

his mouth closes and turn into a scowl. “Please y/n,” hizashi mumbled. You smiled up at him.

“You’re soooo needy. Fine since you asked nicely,” you rolled your eyes and grab his dick once again. You pumped in slower his time. He whines and juts his hips to make you quicken the pace. His body twitches under your touch. You quicken your pace and focused most of your strokes on the tip. The squishing sound of his pre cum between your fingers and his cock fuel his pleasure. A whiny moan escapes his lips as too tease him more you moan along with him.

he bucks his hips against your wrist. You smile devilishly at him and release him once again this time with instant protest.

“Y/N!! PLEASE,” he whines like a child, who’s begging for a toy. His grip on the chair tightens as he glares down at your grin.

“Oh but I just love hearing you moan,” your hand slips up his shirt as you trace his abs. He shivers at your touch. You lean in to kiss his hip to tease the poor man even more, but he stops you. His hand is now pushing against your forehead. “Oh, I didn’t know my needy little boy had guts,” you sneer. “I guess you don’t want my help then,” you start to stand up but his hand grips your wrist.

“Y/n, now!” He yells. You obliged and kneed back down. You take his cock into your hands once again and began pumping it. He rolls his head back and signs. You bring your other hand up. You start pumping him with both hands. A smile forms on his bight red face as you stroke his whole member, not leaving one inch untouched. He begins to moan again and his hips start bucking up.

You remove one of your hands but still stroking him with the other. He bucked up his hip and you would stop moving your hands to let him cum but nothing. So you continued to pump him. His mouth was opened as silent moans were coming out. His eyes stayed shut as you pleasured him. He bucked his hips once again and you stopped for a brief second then continued.

You quicken the pace as hizashi closes his legs. Breathy moans escapes his lips. You stroke his throbbing dick. You moan with him as his hand turn white from gripping the chair. He arcs his back to cum but you press just below his tip blocking him from cumming.

you hold his tip till he comes down from his high then you instantly start jacking him off again. His moans are weak and high pitched. Your hand slides with ease up and down his red cock.

“Y/n I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he moans out.

You pinch his tip once again. You watch the underside of his dock twitch. He moans over and over again. You look up at him as his eyes lazy watch you. His pupils blown and his face his beat red. You wait till his twitching stops. You look up at him again.

“Ready,” you whisper.

You release his tip and his cum splatter all over his black shirt. You wrap your hands back around his sensitive member and begin stroking it once again.

hizashi moans again and begs you to stop. His breathing his heavy and his body is still twitch from his previous ejaculation. He grips onto the chair and whines. He squirms every time you move your hands.

“Please y/n stop,” you release him.

“First your begging me to touch you then your begging for me to stop,” you stand up and look down at him. “What do you want from me?” You smile and walk to the door. You were ready to go home and sleep.

Once you reach the door, you felt breath going down your neck. His hands grab yours. “I’m still horny. By the time I get home I’ll need you again,”

“I live on the other side of town,” you whisper.

“Then come home with me,”

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gingerbreton · 2 years

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You have to know someone

Fandom: FHR

Pairing: Chargestep (Ricardo Ortega/Lila Becker)

Summary: Back in the good old days, Ortega follows Sidestep on a jaunt through the Los Diablos underworld.

Notes: this was totally inspired by a discussion with @kittlesandbugs about how ‘streetwise’ step has got to at least be a little bit shady. they didn’t hear about the rat king in the queue at the post office.

Rating: T Word Count: 2992 [AO3 Link]

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Los Diablos. 2009

“Just try to be cool, ok?”

Lila flashes a look back over her shoulder. Not sharp. More like preemptively exasperated.

“Hey! I’m always cool.”

Ortega’s mock outrage shifts to a Cheshire Cat grin at the way his partner (in crime, for today) tries to control the twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but already he can’t imagine not knowing the smile that hid beneath the mask.

“Rangers Unlimited named me ‘Coolest Man of the Year’ 2007.”

“Oh God.”

Still, her regrets mustn’t be quite enough to send him packing. Yet.

They’ve been walking for nearly half an hour, and though Ortega’s certain they’re still somewhere in central Los Diablos, traffic noise has dulled to a low drone. The shining streets have given way to rundown lanes lined with shuttered businesses. Graffiti paints the walls; charting eras of villains, heroes, whoever ‘woz ‘ere’, and the occasional obligatory dick.

They’ve hopped fences. Turned down enough alleys that Ortega is certain Lila’s trying to sidestep his sense of direction. It’s working. If he hadn’t been preening so hard at being allowed to tag along he’d have paid more attention, maybe found his way back on his own some time. No chance of that now.

“So where are you taking me exactly?”

If you don’t ask, you don’t get.

“I’m not taking you anywhere. You decided to invite yourself along."

Or, you just don’t get.

Lila hops a railing, landing lightly at the bottom of some steps and pushes on the basement door. By all rights it should creak, but it doesn’t make a sound.

Interesting. Now we’re getting somewhere.

She pauses before pressing forwards, gaze intense within the shadows of her hood when she swings around to face him. The serious line of her mouth brooks no argument. Even though she has to know he will.

“Think you can shut up and follow my lead for once?”

“So bossy. I like this look on you, Becks.” The wink earns him a swift punch to the gut. “I’ll be on my best behaviour. Scout’s honour.” Temporarily chastised, he even tries to do the salute.

The door opens into an unexpectedly airy warehouse space. Long abandoned. The shell of a highrise hiding something else. Ortega makes a mental note to look out for similar facades. And the people who might use them.

Oh but this isn’t their destination. Lila hurries on ahead, crossing the floor two paces to a single one of his, down a second short flight of stairs, her path halted by a solid metal door.

She knocks a rhythm which could easily be mistaken for impatience, but there’s melody hidden within it.

A grate snaps open and a pair of violet eyes glance over Lila before sliding to him and narrowing. A small cough for attention from his partner is the closest thing to pass for words in a conversation of pointed looks, but after a moment long enough to make his skin itch, the door opens.

Oh this is definitely going to be illegal.And so very fun.

The air is cool and musty down here. All the noise of the city has melted away. Somewhere along the way while he wasn’t paying attention, the concrete passage has turned to brick. It almost looks like—

“Is this the old tunnel system?”

“Uh huh.” Loosely strung lamplight gleams off Lila’s smirk as a thought catches her. (pretty… she’d kill him for thinking it). “So do as the nice lady I paid off says and don’t stray from the path. We wouldn’t want you to end up a footnote in some Urban Legend.”

“Or run into the Catastrofiend.” It’s only half a joke.

Sparse lights guide the way like will-o’wisps flickering in the gloom, leading who knows where. Just deeper. Darker. Danger? At a glance, his partner seems unconcerned.

Ortega finds his excitement growing as the air warms and the bustle of movement and distant voices echo towards him.

Where are you taking me?

Two corners later and the tunnel—along with a dozen others—spill down into a sudden nexus. Loud and busy. Stalls fill the space. People fill the aisles. Low light. Heavy air. Flickering neon.

...a black market? The black market??

“This place is real?” It takes all his self control (hah) not to drag his hood down to get a better look. When Lila tried to skip out on him to meet a contact, he never imagined this. “I thought it was just a saying…”

“Well, it is and it isn’t.”

She chuckles. Like she loves to do when she’s got one over on him. Shocking the unshockable is always a pleasure (he should know).

“How did you find out about it?”

“You have to know someone who knows someone.”

“And who do you know?”

Never could help pushing his luck.

“Who says I’m not someone?” Lila’s long smile is almost wicked against the backdrop of Los Diablos’s underbelly. Almost. He resists the urge to boop that sharp little nose.

“I know a lot of someones.” Her gaze drops. More humble. More her. “A lot of someones, a lot better than they know.” She taps her temple.

Their tunnel is one of the highest. Yet another flight of stairs descends into the hubbub, but for now it affords a tantalising view over proceedings. There’s a stall for everything you could want or need—provided your interests are less than legal.

“Stick close and keep your hood up.” Lila beckons him to follow with a curl of her finger (flirt).

“You gonna hold my hand?” His shit-eating grin is dazzling in the low light.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh no, in my dreams—”

Lila scoffs, leading the way down into the crowd before he has a chance to finish. Against her own advice, she lowers her hood. Neon light paints freckled skin bright pink, stealing all the fun of seeing if he made her blush. Damn.

She moves differently here. Chameleon that she is. Just the right balance of I belong and don’t fuck with me. Never letting eye contact linger more than just a glance.

How many masks do you own, Becks? Is there a world you can’t slip into at least for a short while?

For now she acts as tour guide, pointing out stalls and whispering underworld gossip as they weave their way through the crush of warm bodies.

Neon crackles and glows. Vendors bellow their wares: mods, weapons, tech. Anything ranging from just this side of legal but unethical to military grade. There’s a back-alley doctor, ready to tend to anything the authorities might have done to you. A stall with boosted pets—‘no returns’ (did that dog just catch fire?). If the rhythmic thump of bass (or the pounding of fists against flesh and sound of breaking glass) is anything to go by, somewhere in the back there’s a bar. A rowdy one

Might be worth a visit. Can’t pass up on the chance for a great story.

And it wouldn’t be Los Diablos without the so-called ‘hero drug’ waiting to add the unsuspecting and the desperate to it’s mortality stats.

The aisles are packed with everyone from the obviously Enhanced and the seemingly ordinary—all crammed in like sardines, moving from stall to stall. They could be mistaken for any busy market crowd if it wasn’t for the unusual merchandise—half of which is available in Los Diablos proper, just at extortionate prices and only to the ‘right’ people. Not every criminal is a “villain”. And it seems like half the “criminals” here are just that for getting their hands on things an unfair system doesn’t want them to have.

But there are villains here. The lower budget types Ortega barely recognises—ones the Rangers don’t tend to get involved with (they’re vigilante territory). There are vigilantes here too—he’s sure he recognises a couple of faces in the distance before they vanish into the crowd.

With anyone but Lila watching his back, the intoxicating buzz that comes with this kind of danger (is he the wolf amongst sheep? or the lone sheep waiting to be torn apart?) would be tempered by an edge of caution he’ll never admit to. But there are no dampeners here. Nothing to stop Lila’s mind unfurling. Reaching out. Ever watchful. Always ready for signs of trouble.

It’s just one of the things he likes about partnering with her; he can be on his worst behaviour and still get forewarned if someone’s spoiling to kick his ass.

Unless it's her.

“If you see anything you want, buy it now.” Lila glances back, teasing. Smirks too at the confusion on his face. “You’ll never find this place again. It moves. Constantly,” she adds, as if she could read his determination to prove her wrong.

Well, if that’s the case, he might as well let the flow of the crowd pull him in an interesting direction. See what it has to offer. Not the safest idea, but this place is too exciting for that. Every stall screams for attention. How can he not pause to look?

The first one that catches his eye is ‘Lost & Found’ (good one), selling quite the spread of knockoff and stolen mods; probably the most illegal store here, at least if you ask the corporations that made the originals, even though there’s not a lethal piece of tech on display.

Halfway up the next aisle the scent of ozone catches in his nostrils, draws him through the crowd to a makeshift tattoo parlor. The purple-haired mod within is running the signage and machinery off her own internal generators. That’s one way to burn yourself out. She gives him the finger when his attention overstays its welcome.

“Ocular fibre optic enhancements! Discount for the pair.”

The owner of the opposite stall (‘installation while you wait’ ...yeesh) yells out into the crowd, locking onto him. Now he says it, Ortega can see the red dots behind his irises—hopefully they’re hooked up to something less skilled at recognition than a stranger’s memory. Still, the man peers a little too keenly.

“They look wonderful, but I’m afraid it would break my poor mother’s heart.” Ortega shrugs helplessly, theatrically, beaming his brightest smile from the shadowed safety of his hood. “You see, I have my father’s eyes. Passed down through the family.”

He lets the crowd swallow him before the man can reply. He’s lingered too long, best find his guide, keep an eye out for vibrant red hair low amongst the crowd.

Lila jumps at his hand on her shoulder. Curses like always when he startles her. Curses him more for not sticking close.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“You worried about me, Becks?”

Couldn’t keep the smug out of his grin if he tried.

“Just...don’t wander off, idiot.”

It’s not a no.

Moving on through the crowd, at her side this time, he can see she does have contacts here—not that he didn’t take her at her word. Not really. Amongst a sea of strangers there’s an occasional nod. Some scowls (returned twofold). A handshake (palmed some paper). Another hand slipped into her jacket pocket (another note she doesn’t unfold until the next aisle).

Before Ortega has a chance to nosy over her shoulder, Lila’s already read and folded up the message. Sharp lines. Careful. Deliberate. Trying to look like she’s in control—which means she’s rattled.

No chance to press her on it, she’s already up on tiptoes scanning the market like a meerkat.

“This way.”

Lila doesn’t wait for a reply before pushing on through the crowd.

–-

One of the larger stores sits at the far end of the market, recessed into a tunnel entrance, all its wares carefully housed behind glass. The price tags on some of these things wouldn’t look out of place at one of Hollow Ground’s auctions.

The proprietor has their back to them, busy dealing with another customer. Their coiled hair bobs as they laugh politely, trying to secure a pricey sale.

While they wait, Lila crouches in front of one of the display cases—high tech weapons. Everything ranging from non-lethal to extremely deadly; portable to very much not so. Her attention lingers on a little energy caster.

Ortega’s attention lingers on her.

“Welcome.”

The owner’s attention has turned to them. No, not to them. To Lila. Amber eyes that glow almost too brightly to be natural (boost maybe?) are fixed on her. And hers are locked in return.

Something in the air crackles but not the way he does—no lightning here—more like lake ice. Cold. Dangerous. Enticing.

Across the counter, gloved hands reach beneath, returning with a pill box. And Lila eyes it oh so carefully. He eyes it too. The delicately removed pill is pale blue with a bright orange letter stamped on it—no time for Ortega to make out which before they swallow the pill dry.

He’s missing something—everything—about this meeting.

“I didn’t expect to see you again so soon, little bird.” They smile. This is getting interesting. “What brings you here?”

“Rumours.” Lila stands, smiling a smile that isn’t hers. “You’re the only person I know who’s qualified to know the truth.”

There’s no talk of trust here.

“And what do you have for me?” They fold their arms. “I like you, little bird, but you know nothing in this town is free.”

“My friend here has funds burning a hole in his pocket.”

Now that’s Lila’s smile; lips tug into a lopsided smirk. Ortega chuckles. This is his punishment for insisting on tagging along. Good job he always carries too much cash.

“Well in that case, please feel free to peruse my wares.” They make a wide gesture towards the glass cases. “My assistant will help you choose something… appropriate.”

The air already tastes like danger, but Ortega can’t help himself. “And may I ask who you are…?”

“You can call me whatever you like.” Ortega’s outstretched hand is met grip-for-grip. Smile met sparkling white tooth-for-tooth. “Marshal. But it shan’t be my real name.”

Shouldn’t have opened his big mouth.

Is that cold sweat blooming on his back? The sound of thin ice cracking beneath his feet? But he’s been in far deeper shit than this, so why should—

Oh...these stakes aren’t his.

One glance at Lila and mierda.

She’s only recently trusted him with her face—not long enough for him to know whether he’s reading tension or real fear in those stormy grey eyes. But he hates it. Never wants his stupid ego to make her look that way again.

As if he has any chance of keeping that promise, but at least he’ll try.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ortega settles on.

“Indeed.”

Seemingly satisfied that he’ll behave, the owner leads Lila past a hung divider into the back, leaving Ortega to browse the merchandise. And sorely wishing he could eavesdrop.

Becks, what have you gotten yourself into?

“Will this do?” He points to a display case. The assistant, who has been watching him with an unmistakable air of impatience and distrust, nods without a word. “Can you gift wrap it?”

She doesn’t hit him, at least.

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It’s five tense minutes of waiting, loitering just outside the store, trying not to draw too much attention. Patience isn’t Ortega’s strong suit—it’s easier when Becks is there to chastise him for fidgeting, at least then he can deny it.

“You ready?” It’s Lila’s turn to make him jump. A stray crackle of static jumps between them.

“Did you get what you needed?”

She nods, looking a little pale (even for her), but no worse for wear.

“Anything useful?”

“Not for right now.” Lila chews her lip, mulling over whatever she learned. “But… if it becomes relevant, it could be a lifesaver.”

They drift away from the stall, keeping to the quieter fringes of the market, Ortega keeping watch this time while Lila stays caught in her own head—seemingly oblivious to how many tantalising questions are hanging in the air around her.

Ortega manages to keep them to himself for all of about half an aisle until the juiciest one can’t contain itself any longer.

“Little bird, huh?” he teases. “Can I—”

“No.”

Usually she sidesteps his prying, this time he runs headlong into a brick wall. There’s history there—not the good kind. Another piece for the puzzle he’s slowly putting together.

“I was just playing, Lila.” Hands up, he backs down quickly. Sometimes even he knows when to drop things.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She doesn’t shrug off the hand he lays on her shoulder.

That bad, huh?

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The market bustle has long faded into the darkness behind them, the only sound left is the fizz and crackle of loosely strung lamps when drips from the cool tunnel walls hit them. The way out seems far lengthier than the way in (definitely no chance of finding his way back then) and far colder.

Paper crinkles as he pulls his jacket tighter—the contents of the bag jab a reminder of his purchase into Ortega’s hip.

“I got you something.” It’s meant to be teasing, but comes out all too genuine (damn).

He can’t help it though when she’s still so on edge. And that look. This close she has to tilt her head right back to look at him. Too jittery to remember to glare.

“Really?”

Kindness always catches her off guard. Leaves her unsteady. Softens her gaze (dangerously).

Luckily for them both, her confusion quickly melts into a small laugh when she opens the bag.

“You’re feeling brave. Arming me when you enjoy annoying me so much.”

“I obviously did not think this through,” Ortega laughs in return.

“...thank you.”

The elbow she gives him might not quite class as affectionate, but the smile she’s aiming at the floor might.

#chargestep #fhr #oc: lila becker #ricardo ortega #sidestep #my writing #i'm very much still finding my feet writing new fandom stuff but i had fun

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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I don't think I've seen you tackle this one before, if so just tell me to go to horny jail. What do the men think about afab reader squirting? Maybe for the first time?

This is so long and I'm so sorry 🥲

18+

AFAB, female reader

Din Djarin

The first time Din gets you to squirt the man is mildly concerned? He’s fully aware of what squirting is, he’s just never been able to coax that from someone before. He’s going to pause, groaning like he’s borderline in pain by how your cunt is pulsing around him. Once he sees the absolutely blissed out smile on your face he’s going to continue to thrust harshly into you to find his own release. “Oh, fuck cyare, you’re so fucking sexy, soaking my cock.”

Javier Peña

When you brought up the fact to your long time lover that you have never squirted before, Javier made it his personal mission to coax that intense of an orgasm out of you. He literally sat you down and told you in his gravelly voice how he’s going to need to “train that tight little pussy how to squirt.” if it was anyone else beside Javier you would have all but died of embarrassment with how wet you were as Javi kneeled between your open legs, slowly and rhythmically stroking at your g-spot until your shaking and squirting all over him, absolutely ruining his nice dress shirt.

Frankie Morales

The first time Frankie gets you to squirt he’s letting out a triumphant laugh of glee to himself while you are off on a different planet, lost in bliss. He’s going to want to get your attention (praise he wants you to praise him) so he snaps his hips harder to get you gasping and opening your eyes. You whine at him as he builds up his pace asking you “how’d that feel baby? You ever squirt before?” When you can only shake your head no, voice totally gone from your loud moans, he's going to growl out as he throws your leg over his shoulder to drive in deeper.

Ezra (prospect)

Of course Ezra would be the one to show you how to squirt. He has taught this to plenty of partners and by the time it's your turn, he’s a seasoned vet. He’s going to persuade you to get as calmed and relaxed as possible so he can get you into the correct headspace. He instantly puts on his Daddy persona for this as he makes sure you watch his long cock drive into your swollen pussy. He’s going to get you to your breaking point and pull back, constantly teasing you until it hurts. With tears in your eyes Ezra grabs your throat as he drills roughly into you demanding you “Rub that clit for Daddy, princess.” Has you shattering the minute you gently rub your clit. You drench Ezra’s cock and he all but groans and shutters in delight at the wet heat.

Max Phillips

Oh he knows how to make a woman squirt. That’s the first thing they teach you at those vampire orgies back in Romania. Max is going to be so smug to have you propped up at his home office desk. You two are currently roleplaying one of his favorites (college student & professor) when he has you leaned over his desk, fingering you with three of his thick fingers, they’re constantly stroking at your g-spot while his thumb gently rubs down on your clit. This all has you whining for more as he shushes you and tells you “take what I give you like a good girl” has you all but melting further into his desk. Once he can tell your close he’s going to quickly shove his cock into you, harshly thrusting while slapping your thighs and pussy. The shock of the harsh change in pace has you shattering and screaming as you squirt all over him, ruining his nice suit.

Pero Tovar

While he has heard of this happening while on the road with different men he has personally never been able to coax a woman into squirting. Well until tonight. You and Pero were having some very much alone time after he finally arrived back from his latest contract. He’s been all over you tonight, truly only focusing on your pleasure. He started with his fingers and mouth and now he swings his hip in a rough but smoothly at a constant pace. Jiggling your body with every thrust and moaning out his name needily. He’s going to give you a wolfish grin as he continuously rubs your over sensitive clit until you are screaming and gushing all over him.

Marcus Pike

The first time Marcus gets you to squirt he is so smug and cocky about it, which is really hot coming from him! He is such a sweet and giving lover that he literally got off and came just from watching you squirt. It was just too much for him and he literally thinks you're the most sexy woman alive. He had you resting against his chest as you both face your giant bedroom mirror. He had you watch as his big hand played and fingered your drenched cunt. It was so overwhelming as you were able to see your mirrored image as you squirt with Marcus’ praise.

Agent Whiskey

The very first time you two fucked he got you to squirt, it was fucking insane but he was so pleased with himself. He just knew exactly how to touch you and fuck his cock into you that has your toes curling and your mouth going slack jawed. Truly turning you cock dumb as he grinds up perfectly has you screaming out his name as you drench him. He’s going to keep fucking you through your orgasm, the sounds ablsoutly obsene as you get addicted to Jack.

Dave York

The first time he got you to squirt was when he introduced to you his somnophilia kink. You were awoken to the feeling of your cunt being stretched out, the slight burn being numbed out by the building pleasure. Your body was completely limp, drunk off sleep and sexual pleasure as Dave smoothly thrusted into your drenched pussy. His thumb rubs rough circles as he hits that one spot perfectly that has you squirting all over him. He’s going to praise you as he finishes with you, calling you his ‘perfect little slut’.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus gets you to squirt is a surprise to him. He’s never been able to do that and he is absolutely obsessed with it. The first time he coaxes you to squirt he all but froze in shock groaning out how he “fucking knew you could do it baby” and how you are his “dirtly girl” while you are whimpering and calming down he’s going to surprise you as he thrusts into your senestive cunt. He groans and mutters gruffly to you that he needs to see you do it again.

Maxwell Lord

Maxwell is absolutely losing his goddamn mind when he can get you to squirt. It’s a major ego boost for him so he definitely memorizes exactly how to get you there. The first time he got you to squirt was while he had you riding him, his hand gripping your neck and his other worked vigorously at your clit. By the time your legs were burning Max needed more from you so he had you pinned under him as he roughly drilled his cock into you, hitting that perfect spot when you were already so close, has you shattering. Drenching Max and his expensive suit.

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nsfsprince · 3 years

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An a/b/o idea thats taken over the brain that I wish to write:

Intruxietlogical A/B/O au that's set in a manor or smth?

Theres Alpha!Logan(cismale), head of the manor and a very rich yet young and respectable individual of the city. Hes like 6'4 and handsome as hell, and secretly knows it(due to Remus's persistent courting) but sees no point in personally flaunting it, letting Remus take the lead in that.

Then theres his eccentric Omega spouse, Remus(nonbinary leaning with he/him pronouns), the (in)famous artist of the city. Hes unusually tall for an Omega at 5'10, crude and unworried about fitting the 'normal' societal omega expectation despite also being born to a rich family. He courted Logan, persistantly, as he loved the fact that Logan treated him with the same respect as he would anyone else and never judged Remus for who he was, and the more Logan accepted the courting the more they fell in love before marrying and bonding at like. 23-25?

Well, Virgil is a 5'1 omega(transman with he/him pronouns), age 24. Hes a feisty little thing thats been surviving the streets for too long, he's parentless and, his high anxiety keeps him safer than most omegas on their own but no ones perfect- he ends up almost getting abducted by a sketchy Alpha when a Beta named Patton storms in and saves him.

That's how Patton, Logan's brother, takes him in to treat the sprained wrist he got from the encounter, and for Remus to set eyes on Virgil and immediately decide he wants to keep and court him, too.

I could ramble alot about the months it takes for remus to flirt and fluster and break Virgil out of his shy terrified shell(because hes gone from interacting with fellow street raccoons to very weathy and very Pretty nobility and its. A Lot.

I could ramble about the way both Remus and Logan coax Virgil into staying in their home for more and more ludicrously simple reasons, just to keep courting him, and how Virgil catches on, and flusteredly does nothing to stop it bc he's slowly falling in love too

But what I Really wanna ramble about, is their bedroom dynamics.

Content warning for under the cut: a/b/o dynamics, talk/descriptions of knotting, polyamourus relationships, kinks. Lots of kinks: oralfixation, dom/sub/switch dynamics, praise kink, overstim(lots of overstim), talk of double penatration, p in v sex, ect. Let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DNI or you will be fully blocked from this blog and my main one.

Logan is a soft but firm dom, always in control and ready to take control. He has a bit of an oral fixation and loves sucking off his loves as often as he can, happy to sate his loves while getting them to soak themselves in fresh slick. He's easily comanding when needed but also enjoys that Remus is more than willing to take control on occasion(see: regularly). He just really really likes taking care of his loves however he can, and aftercare is super important especially after some of their more intense scenes

Remus is a bossy switch, who Loves riding Logan's cock till hes stuck on his knot, or getting fucked up against a wall till his mind turns to jelly. Really likes a bit of primal play, loves riling Logan up with praising how good Logan could breed him(even tho theyre all on birth control so it really is just for the scenes) if he just pins him down and takes. On the flip side, Re also loves pinning Virgil down and driving him crazy, too.

Virgil is a near complete submissive, he's eagar to give and take as ordered and melts at any praise given. Starting out he'd been touch straved beyond belief(which has since been remedied thoroughly) and thus ended up developing a habit of dropping into subspace the moment Logan and/or Remus cradle his neck with both hands. Hes a very affectionate sub who puts so much of his trust and control into Logan and Remus's hands, and both cherish it as Virgil literally never lets his guard down around anyone else.

So, my favorite thing about their dynamic is that Remus still has a decent sized cock despite being an omega, like is actually rather big for Virgil to take, the draw back is just that Remus cant, at least naturally, Knot Virgil like Logan can. (However, its like one of Remus's biggest fantasies to Knot Virgil, and Virgil is totally in the same boat and would be Very on board with it)

This lack of natural knot doesnt stop Remus of course, infact its encouraging because he has a nearly non-existant refractory period so, literally imagine:

Virgil on his back, Virgil's head and shoulders are cradled lovingly in Logan's lap as the alpha occassionally trades kisses with both of his gorgeous omegas. Virgil's legs spread and cunt gently held nice and open by Logan's gentle but firm hands as Remus repeatedly sinks his cock nice and deep into Virgil. Slick soaks Virge and Remus's thighs, his cunt, and Remus's cock.

Every thrust has Virgil whimpering and his legs twitching with the relentless feeling of the head of Remus's cock just barley rutting against his cervix on every other pass. Just the hot way Remus has Virgil pinned into a mating press and obviously working hard to make that position live up to its name, babbling at how good Virgil feels taking his cock like a good little omega, at how easy it is to breed Virgil over and over and over again.

Then Logan enacts this little idea hes been holding onto the moment Remus starts to get close(hes trained Remus well, having helped him train to stall his orgasms for longer and longer because Remus LOVES overstimmulation). He has Remus slow down for just a moment, causing both omegas to whine, before coating two fingers in plenty of slick and slowly pressing them in alongside Remus's cock.

Virgil is slowly losing his mind(as they find out in later sessions that he absolutely has a size kink, and would happily take both their cocks at once any time hes given the chance) at the width, his eyes rolling. Then Remus is told to start thrusting again until he comes, and to ignore Logan's two fingers outside of being careful.

Virgil and Remus are so keyed up that it only takes another minute or so for Remus to start cumming, following Logan's order of pressing all the way inside as deep as he can get, at which point is Logan's cue to start curling his fingers firmly deep inside of Virgils walls.

Immediately, Virgil starts whimpering loudly as he cums, his body reacting the way it would if he were being knotted by an alpha, cunt clenching tight and sucking Remus's cock deeper as his eyes squeeze closed and his jaw fall lax, overwhelmed as his body draws out his orgasm for as long as hes knotted.

Remus is put in a mind-melting world of pleasurable overstimmulation as hes just climaxed and Virgils cunt is milking it for all hes got and he cant even move or pull out now because hes 'locked' inside. His hips and legs are trembling and he's moaning loudly because it's so hot that hes basically getting to Knot Virgil and it feels so good.

Virgil's cunt won't let him go and wont stop pulsing around the head his oversensitive cock and he really cant be faulted for the way he loses control and just keeps orgasming, his lack of refractory period as a keyed up omega just letting him squirt more and more cum and slick deep into the omega under him.

Logan's gentle and soothing, cooing reassurances to his two loves as he helps them lose their minds & fulfil their fantasies. He even uses his free hand to stroke Virgils little cock slowly, drawing out shaking whines from both of them as it makes Virgil clench harder in intervals. Remus ends up hunched over Virgil, his face tucked into his fellow omega's neck to muffle his overstimulated whimpers.

Logan draws it out for a minute or two, just until pleasured and overwhelmed tears picks at their eyes and their soft begging whimpers and mewls fill the room before slowly releasing the hold, letting the string of tension snap and watching them unravel and relax, finishing their peaks.

Remus cant help the way he struggles to pull out, so oversensitive that his hips keep hitching back in place with the way Virgils body tries to keep him there, needing Logan to pull their hips apart to fully end the scene.

Logan strokes and comforts both exhausted omegas, now fully in his element, cooing soft reassurances to both, getting up to start a bath and carefully guiding them both in and cleaning them up. The sheets are changed and both are put in soft clothing and given juice and cuddles.

Remus would probably make a comment on asking drowsily just how Logan deals with being knotted to him for in upwards of 30 minutes if it feels like /That/ the whole time. Logan would probably just smile sweetly and press a sweet kiss to his lips and say "with experience of course, perhaps we can work on that too, if the both of you would be so inclined?"

Virgil shutters and whines, too tired to get worked up again, Remus in a similar boat but nodding drowsily anyway. Remus probably wakes up sore and gets worked up all over again at the memory of why his cock of all things is sore and sensetive.

Perhaps they do work on it, perhaps Remus is trained to a take it little longer each time, no where near half an hour for the longest time, but he gets pretty close and much better at holding from losing his mind.

Maybe then they explore what it feels like for Remus to be stuck on Logan's knot, while Virgil is stuck on Remus's 'knot' with the help of a toy. Maybe then they also explore working Virgil up to take both of their cocks, and see what happens what Logan's fingers curl just right to trigger that knotted feeling to have Virgil lose his goddamn mind impaled on both their cocks as they slowly thrust in and out despite his body thinking he's already been knotted and reacting as such.

Maybe they even explore working Virgil's other hole open, just enough to take Logan's knot, and give Remus free reign to fuck Virgil's soaking trembling cunt until they can coax Virgil's cunt into taking Remus's 'knot' as well

Idk man. Just. This whole dynamic has so many hot possibilities. 💕💕💕

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs logan #nsfs remus #nsfs analomus #lodukexiety #whats their ship name??#prince writes #abo au #ask to tag #edit to add the content warning bc i hadnt had time earlier to remember it let alone put it in

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howtosingit · 3 years

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Fic: On An Ordinary Sunday

TK and Carlos spend a Sunday morning at the park.

Written for @911lonestarweek - Day 1: “You’re the only one for me.” + Romance/Fluff

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The summer sun shines brightly in the blue Austin sky over Butler Park, the heat from the blazing inferno having little effect on TK after years spent rushing into flaming structures with little ventilation. He may have made the switch to the paramedic team a while ago, but some things will never leave him, and he’s always thankful for his experience as a firefighter when the relentless Texas sun threatens to roast him alive during the hottest months of the year.

Besides, he finds that he has little reason to complain as he scans the cityscape before him, the constant murmur of the Texas capital all around him. The fresh, gentle breeze feels like a salve against his skin after a long week of wild calls and less-than-adequate sleep, and he sinks down onto the large, soft blanket beneath him, letting the sound of children in the nearby playground lull him into a state of serenity as he rests his eyes beneath his sunglasses, his breathing deep and body relaxed as his anxious mind stills for the first time in what feels like forever.

That is, at least, until a groan from his right pulls him out of his newly acquired Zen-like state. The corner of TK’s mouth slides upwards until he’s wearing a slight smirk, trying to press down the laugh that he can feel crawling up his throat.

“You alright there, babe?” he asks, turning to glance at the man lying next to him on the blanket.

Carlos merely groans again, the sound barely audible from where he has his face hidden inside his balled-up t-shirt that he’s been using as a pillow ever since they sat down on the lawn.

TK bites down on his bottom lip, reigning in his smile as best he can, even though Carlos can’t actually see it. He reaches out, dragging his fingers gently along his fiancé’s bare back, slick with sweat. He feels Carlos shutter beneath him, another groan pulled from deep inside him.

“You know, if you feel so terrible, we could’ve just stayed in bed this morning,” TK reminds him, scooting a little closer to press his lips against his partner’s shoulder, resting his chin there as he stares at his favorite head of wild curls.

“Nuh-uh,” Carlos whines, turning his head slowly towards TK and squinting against the harsh sunlight. TK takes pity on him and brings his left hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, watching as Carlos blinks sadly up at him. “I promised.”

TK rolls his eyes, his heart nearly bursting with all of the fondness he feels for the man laying next to him. When Carlos had realized just how much the week was wearing on both of them, he had vowed to take TK on a relaxing date during their joint day off. Now, here they are, having made plans a few days ago to spend the morning at the park together, just the two of them enjoying the sunshine and, when they get to it, a picnic lunch.

“I know you did, and I appreciate your commitment to never breaking your promises to me,” TK tells him, leaning in to press his lips against Carlos’s loose curls, his fiancé letting out a small sigh at his touch. “But, Carlos, you made that promise before you did multiple tequila shots with Paul last night. I would’ve understood if you needed a morning in bed.”

TK watches as Carlos closes his eyes again, and it’s only because he knows him as well as he does that TK can practically feel the guilt radiating off of the other man. He leans in, pressing the tips of their noses together. “Don’t you dare feel guilty about it either.”

Carlos scrunches his face, letting out a soft whine when the action no doubt causes his head to throb painfully.

“I just don’t like it when I lose control like that.”

TK pulls back, watching as Carlos opens his eyes to stare at him. He gives him a calculated look. “You don’t like it when you get drunk, or you don’t like it when you get drunk around me?” he asks. His fiancé doesn’t answer, which is all the answer that he needs.

“Carlos, babe, I love that you love me so much that you’re willing to sacrifice a fun night out with our friends for my sake, but you know that I would never ask you to do that. In the three years that we’ve known each other, I can count your wild nights on one hand.”

“I just don’t want you to feel left out or like I’m rubbing it in your face,” Carlos explains, his voice small.

“I mean, you know I’m not the only one in our friend group who doesn’t drink, right?” TK reminds him, running his fingers through Carlos’s curls to soothe him. “Besides, I cannot tell you how much fun I have watching you let loose with Paul and Mateo. They’re some of my favorite memories of you, and I wouldn’t trade for the world.”

“You’re really not mad?”

TK’s heart thumps in his chest at the question, Carlos’s uncertainty nearly splitting it in two. He leans in again, pressing their lips together this time, hoping the act will be enough to reassure the other man. “Of course not.”

When he pulls away, he can tell that Carlos is more relaxed as he lets TK continue to play with his curls. A shadow falls over them as the sun darts behind a small cloud for a moment, and a memory from the night before suddenly flashes through TK’s mind.

It’s not every day that he gets a chance to tease his well-controlled husband-to-be, and TK refuses to miss an opportunity when it presents itself.

“However,” he begins, dragging the word out as he runs his fingers down Carlos’s face, tracing his beautiful features, “I would prefer it if you didn’t flirt with the bartender the next time you decide to let loose.”

“What?!” Carlos cries, shooting up into a sitting position so fast that TK swears time jumped ahead a few seconds. “Fuck!” his fiancé yells, pressing his palms against his face. TK is sure his brain is swimming in his skull, and it can’t be a comfortable feeling.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he assures him, moving to sit in front of Carlos, running his hands along his arms to soothe him. “Breathe, Carlos, in and out.” He bites his bottom lip, the guilt rising in his chest at his failed joke.

It takes a few moments of deep inhales and exhales, but Carlos finally lowers his hands, his face pale and pinched.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” TK laughs, the sound thin as he scoots closer, sliding his hands down to grip Carlos’s wrists. “I promise you didn’t flirt with the bartender, I was just kidding. It was a bad joke, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d freak out like that.”

“I would never flirt with someone else,” Carlos says, his tone serious and his eyes wide as he stares at TK. “I would never hurt you like that, you know that right? Even if I was so drunk that I could barely stand, I wouldn’t. You’re the only one for me, Ty. The only one.”

“I know, baby, I know,” TK says, shaking his head as he takes Carlos’s face in his hands. “C’mere.”

Carlos sinks into him as TK wraps his arms around him, his fingers once more finding their way into his curls.

“You know, that’s actually exactly what you told me last night, too,” TK finally says, his tone bright as he fills in the gap in Carlos’s memory.

“I did?”

“You did. When you didn’t come back to the table after a few minutes, I went looking for you. Found you talking the bartender’s ear off. He seemed pretty relieved when I finally pulled you away, actually.”

“Oh god,” Carlos groans into his neck. TK clutches him even tighter. “I don’t even remember any of that, or what I might’ve said to him.”

TK flushes, his smile growing as he presses it into Carlos’s dark curls. “I, um, I think it was mostly about me?” he explains, shaking his head a bit at the memory. “He definitely seemed to know who I was when I came up, and you may have said something like, ‘See, Tony, I told you his eyes were like green stars,’ though it was very slurred so I can’t be totally sure that was it.”

“Oh god.”

“I know,” TK says, rubbing his hands up and down his lover’s back. “And then on the way back to the table, you told me I was the love of your life. Many times, actually, and with so much conviction you spilled half your beer all over yourself because you weren’t watching where you were going.” He chuckles when Carlos shakes his head against him. “Tony’s going to be so mad you’ve forgotten him already, you two really seemed to be hitting it off.”

Carlos pulls back to glare at him, and TK admires his willingness to commit to that action while thoroughly hungover. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Just a bit,” TK teases, darting forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Sue me for loving how disgustingly cheesy you get when you’re drunk. I don’t get to see it that often.”

“I just like people to know how special you are,” Carlos mumbles, his lips pulled into a pout as his eyes look everywhere but right at him. “And I like to tell you how special you are to me.”

TK practically melts at his fiancé’s confession, his heart pooling into a liquid puddle at the bottom of his stomach. No one has ever loved him the way that Carlos loves him - so open and honest and completely without shame - and even after all this time, the knowing still doesn’t stop the awe and affection that he feels when he gets to experience that level of unyielding devotion.

“You’re the only one for me, too,” he says, just because he wants to make sure Carlos never has any doubts about how committed he is to what they have, and how much their love means to him, too. “Nothing could ever change that.”

“What if I tell you that I need to go throw up in that trash can over there?” Carlos asks, pointing to a bin along the path to their left. “Would you still want to marry me then?”

TK doesn’t even hesitate. “Not only would I still want to marry you, but I’d even stand next to you and rub your back while you do it. 'In sickness and in health,' right?”

Carlos smiles, reaching up to rub his forehead as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Okay, that’s good to know. I mean, I’m not going to do it because I have too much self-respect in the daylight, but it’s still good to know that you wouldn’t call off our engagement.”

TK chuckles, sliding back over to his original spot on the blanket. “Here, lie down again. My offer of back rubs is not conditional to you emptying your stomach in a public trash can.”

Carlos slowly crawls back down onto the blanket, burying his face into his t-shirt again with a barely audible sigh. TK removes his own shirt this time, bunching it under his own head as he scoots closer to his fiancé, lining up their bodies, skin touching skin. It's a little too hot for it, but he wants to be as close to Carlos as possible, and he's willing to suffer the heat. Without a word, Carlos takes his right hand in his own, linking their fingers together where they rest against the blanket.

TK presses his lips to the solid shoulder in front of him, bringing his free hand up to drag it along Carlos’s spine, providing him as much comfort and security as he can as his fiancé sleeps off his unexpectedly wild evening.

And under the midday Austin sun, on an ordinary Sunday, they’re both finally able to relax.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #lonestarweekend #lsweekend2021

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freeseafirefly · 3 years

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Soulmates (RinHaru fic)

Set after the All-Japan Invitational. Albert invites Haru to hang out, and Haru drags Rin along. Rin is stuck with two mackerel obsessed introverts and has to communicate between them. Except he doesn't really need to, not when they get along so well regardless of the language barrier.

Canon compliant, pre-relationship. A bit of angst and cracky fluff. Albert is a dork. So is Haru. Rin is a drama queen. Will be 2 parts (probably? maybe 3).

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Part 1

“Why don’t you get your AC fixed?” Rin whines as he sprawls on the wooden floor, limbs slack from racing all morning, glistening with fresh sweat after their short walk from the pool. He looks a lot like the eleven-year-old boy Haruka met at a tournament, panting on the poolside tiles and goggling at him while pretending he’s not. The scorching afternoon sun breaking through the shutters casts burning stripes across his skin, laser-beam red where they touch his hair.

“I had no time for that. It dries up the air anyway,” Haruka says and flicks on the fan. Ignoring Rin’s grunting about his water obsession, he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and walks over to the fridge. There were some sodas left since Asahi’s visit about a month ago.

Rin follows his example, rising to peel off his T-shirt and dropping back down, this time closer to the fan. “Ah, the steaming hell aka the Japanese summer… I surely didn’t miss that.”

Haruka scowls. It’s Rin’s fault he wanted to race him so bad today; Rin’s fault he came second yesterday on their 100 meter free race; and it is definitely not Haru’s fault that it is winter now in Australia, a divine chilly winter Rin will mention ever so often, only worsening his own suffering.

Haruka throws a can at him. Rin catches it with “Hey, how am I supposed to open it now?” but cringes as soon as he sees the neon-bright fruit mix printed on the side. “Whatever, it’s better like this anyway…” he mutters, pressing it to his neck. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he lets out a satisfied moan.

“Go take a cold shower,” Haruka says.

“I just did.”

“Wanna go back to the pool?”

“Not agaaain. I swear I reek of chlorine even though we took like a dozen showers today.”

Haruka flops down beside him and pops his soda open. He swallows a You smell of your fancy toilet water along with the gulp of the icy liquid, for a moment feeling blissful. Until the acid sweetness assaults his receptors all at once. Choking, he puts the poisonous drink down.

The humming of the fan almost drowns out Rin’s quiet chuckle Told ya so but not the cicadas going mad in the tiny park between the apartment blocks. Somehow, the relentless chirping sound makes the heat even thicker.

“Want water instead?” Haru offers.

“Nah. Too much water. Water everywhere. Even the air is water,” Rin complains, rolling his can up his cheek and pressing it to his forehead.

His eyelids flutter shut as a streak of the sun that is beginning to descend on the west crawls slowly up his nose, illuminating the normally unnoticeable freckles. Rin scrunches up his nose and shifts a bit away from it, a bit closer to Haru. The skin on his chest is glittering with the tiniest beads of sweat, goosebumps popping up every now and then as the fan sends a thick wave of air their way. His small nipples harden underneath the chilly caress, dark-pink against his pale skin. His shoulders are broader now, his pecs even more prominent.

Haruka stirs to stretch his legs out. There is a buzzing strain in his body but not the kind he could stretch away; not even from swimming. He should have made plans, come up with something to spend their first day off. He really didn’t have time, though. It was a spur of the moment exchange in Asahi sister’s cafe: “Want to sleep over tomorrow?"—"Sure” when they finished their celebration dinner with the rest of the gang and were about to part.

Haruka just felt a sudden urge. The dinner wasn’t enough. Their long car drive for the high school Nationals and back hadn’t been enough either. There was still a lot they had to catch up on. To talk about. To do. Haruka didn’t know what, though. And that was exactly the problem. He had Rin all to himself for another 24 hours, and he didn’t know what to make from it.

Rin hasn’t been helpful either, so uncharacteristically lacking plans and urgent things to do and new sights to show him, seemingly content with just spending an ordinary day together as if they were going to hang out like this regularly, as if they did it countless times.

They did, but in Iwatobi; in their high school days, before they left on their own journeys, before they changed—once again—apart from each other.

Haruka leans back. The wood presses hard into his elbows. He sinks down until he’s lying flat on his back beside Rin. Takes a long breath, wishing the strain away. Closes his eyes. Rin’s perfume, unfamiliar yet similar to his usual kind of breezy and a bit spicy, carried over on the musky scent of his body—not too strong, totally familiar—transports him to the Sydney beach. Foaming waves and salty wind and seagulls squawking. Sparkling blue infinity. Haruka wonders if it’s him who is reeking of chlorine instead, but he can’t smell himself this close to Rin. Rin who is the same Rin from elementary school and at the same time not. He has changed, indeed, and at the same time he hasn’t. He is too much and too not enough. It doesn’t make sense; Rin doesn’t make sense.

Except he does, somehow. Maybe enough for Haru to give him that something he has been keeping in his closet since last autumn.

Or maybe not. He has the rest of the day to figure that out.

…This morning, Rin rang his doorbell with the first licks of dawn on the rooftops across the street, in that annoying impatient way of his that once shook Haru from his nightmare and sent flying to the other side of the ocean. Haruka, a night owl he was, complained all the way to the pool as Rin literally dragged him through the chilly morning shadows, his grip strengthened by unshakable resolve. “We are racing now! I’ll show you those milliseconds were just a fluke!”

“You’re taking advantage,” Haru mumbled, his tongue still numb from sleep. “’m not even awake.”

“You’re not fooling anyone here, I know you only need to touch the water to grow a tail!”

“No I don’t. It was just a weird dream of yours.”

Rin stumbled a bit. “You’re really out of it in the morning,” he muttered, his cheeks red. “I meant figuratively.”

…Of course, Rin was right about him touching the water, though figuratively. And of course Haruka won all of their races, even if Rin insisted they tied in one of them and another one didn’t even count, since Haru suddenly started to laugh on the starting block at the way Rin routinely snapped his goggles strap, to fucking laugh like a weirdo, according to Rin, and thus treacherously ruined his focus before the dive.

Haru was just amused that some things never changed. He felt giddy and lightheaded and a little bit childish having Rin by his side, finally having Rin by his side again.

They were completely spent by noon, and had to make it home in the midst of the deadliest heat after finishing their katsu curry in the sports complex diner (it never had mackerel on the menu.) There was nothing interesting in Haruka’s neighborhood to drop by. Maybe they should have taken a ride somewhere. But Haruka had never been good at these things, like coming up with the ideas of where to go and how to spend time with someone, and Rin’s focus was still on swimming, national team, can you fucking believe we made it??, world championships, medals. Maybe cooking, too. He wouldn’t shut up about proving his skills and his recipes superiority to Haru as soon as they had a chance.

Well. That is at least something.

Haruka cracks an eye open. “Let’s go to the supermarket to fetch something for dinner.”

…Because there is an echoing void in his fridge: Haruka hasn’t been home enough recently to keep something edible there.

The idea doesn’t seem to bring Rin back to his usual energetic self, though. He just says absentmindedly, “Yeah, whatever, I need some AC right now or I’ll melt down and ruin your floor.”

This is when Haruka’s phone buzzes and bursts into a loud rendition of the default ringtone, startling them both.

“Huh? So that thing of yours can actually ring?” Rin arches an eyebrow curiously, propped on his elbows.

Haruka tsks at him—he did pick up Rin’s rare calls, except for the weeks in the training camp after racing Albert, which Rin was still salty about—and crosses the room to fish the phone from the bottom of his bag. The number is unknown. Probably a spam call, but there is a chance someone from the National team wants to contact him about the upcoming training, so he answers it.

“Hi! It’s Albert.“

"Eh?” Of course, Haruka recognizes him immediately, but the idea of hearing the Swedish swimmer on his phone seems rather surreal. “Oh. Hello,” he answers awkwardly in English.

Rin shoots him a bewildered glance and rolls over to sit up.

“Some guy from your team gave me your number. Congrats on your win yesterday! It was amazing. Even through the screen, I could feel how free you were in that race.”

Haru frowns at himself; he has been sure he made quite a progress in English but as always, a real conversation with a real human proves him wrong. It takes him a moment before the meaning sinks in.

“Ah. Thank you.”

Haruka feels a pleasant tingling spreading all over his skin. It’s not like him to get flustered at someone praising him, but Albert has been on his mind ever since they raced. A blinding light of the global level. A goal to reach. A wall to overcome. A shy guy who had trouble dealing with Japanese specifics on every corner but learned in no time.

Just as he had learned how to swim, probably. A powerful, untamed freestyle.

Albert continues, in his casual fluent manner but a bit faster than Haru heard him speak before, “I somehow managed to escape from my coach and ditched Ralph at some traditional Japanese spa, since I’m not really into hot water. How do you not get lost in this city? I wondered if you could show me around and we could have some amazing Japanese mackerel again.”

Haru catches some words, like spa and city and japanese and mackerel, but Albert sounds hasty, as if he's a bit nervous, and Haru’s brain fails to quickly connect the words together. It’s strange. He didn’t struggle to understand Albert before. Maybe because they were doing something those times, actions backing up the words. Or maybe because in the corner of his vision, Rin keeps staring at him questioningly which is kinda distracting.

Oh. Rin.

Exerting an effort to pronounce the words as good as he can, Haruka asks, "Sorry… can you repeat?”

Albert agrees with the same easy kindness that never leaves his voice just like his smile permanently hides in his eyes, “Sure. So, I was saying…”

Haru quickly turns on the speaker mode so that Rin can hear, and sends him an expectant look. Rin frowns at first, confused, and when Haruka mouths Albert Wahlander his eyes go round. By the end of Albert’s talk, his face smoothens quickly back to normal. Bored even.

“So, basically, he’s inviting you on a date.”

“Eh…? Seriously, Rin.”

“Whatever, just say ok”, Rin sighs, clearly pissed.

“But we—”

“Didn’t have plans anyway.” And he adds in a heated whisper, “Oh come on, it’s the fastest guy in the freaking world, Haru.”

Haruka catches a fiery glint in Rin’s eyes before the latter averts his gaze.

Better than a supermarket, he concludes.

“Uhm, ok,” Haruka utters in full voice. And squints at Rin, who has found a sudden resolve to open the dangerous can and is dramatically pouring the fizzing liquid into his throat. “Do you mindo ifu I take a… furendo with me?” he adds.

“Sure, I’m fine with it! Does he love mackerel, too?”

Tbc. The next part will be from Rin's POV. Poor baby.

#free!#free! fanfiction #rinharu #harurin #rin matsuoka #haruka nanase #albert volandel

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tinysidestrashcaptain · 3 years

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It's Only Logical - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Big Day

First chapter Previous Chapter

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: None, this is all fluff!

Virgil’s eyes scanned the jeweler's case with an increasing sense of frantic paranoia. The wedding was literally two days away, and Logan had physically dragged him from his house to finally find Roman’s wedding ring. Perhaps the notion that he could find the perfect ring was one he should have deleted from his brain around jewelry store number three, but he really hadn’t expected it to be this difficult to find a damn ring! And he hadn’t MEANT to put it off this long, LOGAN, but nothing that he saw was really right.

“There are literally ten rings that Roman would wear right in this first row, Virgil. You’re getting married in 48 hours, and you can’t do that without a ring, or so I have been told.” Logan arched a brow at Virgil, who shot him a frustrated glare.

“It can’t be just ANY ring! I need a ring that’s at least as good as the one currently sitting on my left hand!” Virgil held out the hand in question, the ring of red and black melding together in a perfect mix of himself and Roman. “Standard diamonds and gold just aren’t going to cut it here.”

Just as Virgil was about to write it off as yet another failure and melt into a small puddle of panic, Logan spotted a ring in the back of a small case. It was black with a twisting motif of purple, Virgil’s favorite color. “What about that one?”

The ring that Roman had given him sat heavy on Virgil’s finger, and he looked closer at that one ring. It was...him. It would be his favorite color on Roman’s finger, for always. “Excuse me, can I see this one, please?”

“Of course, sir.” The jeweler smiled as she opened the case and pulled the black and purple ring out for Virgil to inspect. As he turned it over in his hands, he thought about how it would look on Roman, about how this flash of dark and color would gleam against tanned skin.

“I’ll take it.” Virgil’s soft smile melted into a put upon scowl as Logan heaved a great sigh of relief. “What?!? It had to be perfect!”

“I’m just relieved that perfection actually exists. What kind of best man would I be if I let you face your future husband without a wedding ring? You’d be dead before you were married.” Logan grinned as Virgil playfully smacked him.

“Yeah, yeah, you saved the day. Now let me pay for this so I can finally check the one thing I’m responsible for in this wedding off my list.” Virgil handed over his credit card with no regrets, taking the small bag from the jeweler with a grateful smile.

“That’s not true, Virgil. You’re also responsible for showing up.” Logan followed him out of the shop, giving the amused jeweler a friendly wave goodbye.

“Nah, that’s what you’re responsible for.” Virgil winked at him as he got into Logan’s car.

“Oh, so I have to add “wrangle Virgil” to my list of matrimonial duties? Thought you were looking forward to this.” Logan laughed as he started the car and drove them towards the cafe.

“Oh, I am. Probably not as much as Roman, if the sobbing over his wedding binder last night was anything to go by.” Virgil shook his head fondly at the memory. “I don’t know, I just don’t see the point of all the fuss, you know? We love each other. We’re in this for life, until we’re old and wrinkly and gray. That’s the headline here, everything else is just window dressing.”

“Don’t let Roman hear you say that! He’s worked very hard on this wedding and it means a great deal to him.” Logan shot Virgil a warning look, arching a brow as his best friend put both hands in the air like he was surrendering.

“I know, and that’s the only reason it matters to me at all. You know me, I hate all the attention, but Roman wants this. He’s been dreaming of this, and I want to give him that one perfect day, you know?” He looked out the window, face flushing at the admission.

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I agreed to turn Roman’s backyard into his dream garden? Roman wanted to get married at his house, where we all had so many good memories with us and Mom, and I couldn’t say no even if I’d wanted to.”

“His puppy dog eyes should be classified as a lethal weapon, I’m telling you!”

“Oh, his have nothing on Patton’s, let me assure you. Seems to be a family trait.” Logan chuckled as he remembered the way Patton and Thomas had ganged up on him last week. “And Thomas isn’t far behind. I truly stand no chance.”

“Wow, two Sanders Puppy Dog eyes at once? You are well and truly fucked, Lo. There is no escape.” Virgil gave his arm a sympathetic pat as they parked. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner. You're still good with all of us crashing at your house for it, right?”

“It’s not like I don’t have the room, Virgil. Go, have fun. Enjoy your last night as singles together, since Roman already asked me to have a guest room made up for you so you won’t see him before the wedding.” Logan laughed as Virgil groaned loudly in protest and threw his head back against the seat.

“Great. Can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow, Lo….and….thanks. For everything, you know?”

“You don’t ever have to thank me. We’re family, this is what we do for each other.” Logan’s face softened at his best friend’s quiet words, and he knew why Virgil had said it. Not many people would have given or done as much as he had, and his best friend hadn’t had the easiest life growing up. Of course he’d feel the need to express gratitude, even if it was totally unnecessary. “...Did you ever decide? About your mother?”

Virgil froze, his whole face shuttering like a switch had been flipped. “Yup. Not changing my mind. She may have given birth to me, but she isn’t my mother. My mom is buried out in the cemetery, and my brother is my best man. I don’t need any other family than that.”

Logan felt sentimental tears sting his eyes at that, and he blinked rapidly to keep them at bay. “Alright then. Your family will be right there with you, every step of the way. For what it’s worth, Mom would have been very proud of you. She always thought you and Roman would make a good couple, so she’s probably giggling into her tea right now.”

“Goddammit, why did EVERYONE figure us out before we did?!?” Virgil shook his head as he got out of the car, leaning down to meet Logan’s eyes. “She would have loved all this. Like to think she’s still watching, you know?”

“She is, Virgil. And she’ll definitely be watching on the big day.” He watched Virgil nod once before closing the door and heading into the house, leaving his purchase with Logan for safekeeping until the ceremony.

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It was a perfect day for it, tailor made with candy blue skies and balmy air scented with flowers. Everything that Logan had planted with Patton and Virgil’s help was blooming in an explosion of shapes and colors. There were white chairs set on the lawn, and a shimmery drape of fabric tied with bunches of fresh flowers marked the aisle that Roman would walk down.

Patton turned away from the window, smiling as he watched his mother and sister fuss over Roman’s gown. It was a stunning dress, an elaborate white ball gown with beading and a train, dyed red just at the bottom. Roman had foregone a veil in favor of fresh flowers woven into his hair, and Val had done his makeup in red and gold with lashes that made his eyes look stunning. His brother looked beautiful today, and he could feel himself getting a little misty. “You look incredible, Ro.”

“Damn straight he does! God, I wish I had your cheekbones.” Val giggled as she applied just a touch more highlight before stepping away to let Roman inspect her work. “Virgil is going to absolutely die. I can’t wait.”

“Oh honey, there is nothing straight about today! But I do look spectacular, if I do say so myself.” Roman laughed before giving Valerie a fond hug. “Thank you, menace.”

“You’re welcome, brat.” Val mumbled, blinking back some tears.

“You always were a queen, sweetheart. Today you just look the part.” Lydia grinned as her children laughed, then gently reached out to take Roman’s hand. She placed a beautiful bracelet of sapphires and diamonds on Roman’s wrist, fiddling with the clasp until it sat just right. “Logan asked me to give you something today. Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue, isn’t that the old saying? He said it was his mother’s set, so now you’ve got the borrowed, blue and old all in one.”

Roman took a deep, shuddering breath, one hand gently tracing over the bracelet with shaking fingers. “I wish you could have spent more time with Minny, mom.”

“I do, too, sweetheart. She was a special woman, and it’s so sweet of Logan to think of this. And all the work he did to put this together just how you wanted? You’d better say thank you.” Lydia smiled as she straightened Roman’s train, fluffing it a little. “And Patton, you’d better hang on to him.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I intend to.” Patton laughed as he gave Roman a hug. “Now, you ready to get out there and wow the crowd?”

“Aren’t I always?” Roman laughed as he took his bouquet from Val, straightening his shoulders. He knew it wasn’t traditional for a man to wear the dress, but he’d always wanted a gown and his family and future husband were more than supportive. He felt beautiful, regal even, and he couldn’t wait to see Virgil’s face.

Out on the lawn, just underneath an arch that was decorated with red roses and purple wisteria, Virgil fidgeted as Logan straightened his tie for him. “Not getting the jitters, are you, Virge?”

Virgil smiled at him and shook his head. “I’m not nervous anymore, not even a little jump in my belly, Lo. He’s a good man.”

“Yes, he is. A very good one.”

“I made him wait for so long. Years, when you think about it.” He let out a laughing breath as the music struck up. “Time’s up.”

Logan chuckled and took his place by Virgil’s side, feeling his heart absolutely melt at the sight of little Lily toddling carefully down the aisle in her dress, tossing flower petals, then little Thomas in his suit carrying the rings. He gave Thomas a thumbs up before taking the ring boxes with a smile. Patton entered next, his blue eyes alight with joy as he took his place opposite Virgil, Logan and Thomas, gently holding Lily’s hand.

It was sweet, watching Roman walk down the aisle to Virgil. Watching Virgil’s face light up in awed delight at the sight of his future husband. The ceremony was perfect, soft and lovely with a gentle breeze wafting the perfume of the floral blooms through the air. They had wanted to get married in the garden they would tend, in the home they would live in together, and it struck Logan as a perfectly romantic setting.

Virgil’s vows were earnest and heartfelt, prompting Roman to blink rapidly and fan himself to avoid crying. Roman’s own vows were poetic but heart wrenchingly honest, and Virgil kissed his hand after they exchanged rings. It was perfect, Virgil looking handsome in his suit, Roman looking flawless in his gown, and the crowd broke into spontaneous applause when Virgil swept his husband off his feet and twirled him around before kissing him. Barbara topped off the ceremony by popping the first bottle of champagne to toast the happy couple.

“You do good work, sweetheart.” Patton said as he clinked a champagne glass against Logan’s.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“It’s like a family tree. They two of them sprung from a branch on your tree. You aren’t family by blood but it amounts to the same, really. It’s their connection to you that brought them together. They did the rest, but the connection started it,” Patton said softly, watching his brother beam from Virgil’s arms as the photographer snapped pictures.

“That’s a sweet thought. I’ll take it.” Logan sipped his champagne and blinked back the sting of sentimental tears. He’d been mentally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings lately, and watching the joy on his best friend’s face today was settling his heart into the comfortable acceptance that this was something he might just want for himself. “I wanted to talk to you about something, actually. It can wait until after Roman has his big day. By rights, a wedding day should belong to the bride, after all.”

“Oh? What did you want to talk about?”

“Let’s just say it’s about connections.” Logan gave Patton’s cheek a fond kiss. “I need to run back to the house really quickly. With all the excitement today, I forgot the very special bottle of champagne I had for the bride and groom.”

“I can go get it,” Patton offered, running one hand down Logan’s back with a smile.

“It’ll be faster if I do it. Fifteen minutes, tops.”

As he walked to his car, he was stopped when Barbara called out to him. “Hey, Logan! Hold up!” She paused by Logan, slightly breathless with a crying Lily in her arms. “I’ve got a cranky little girl here who won’t go down for her nap. Car rides always put her out. We can take mine, it has the car seat?”

“Sure. It’s going to be a quick run, though.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. She’ll be out like a light in a minute.” Barbara gave him a grateful smile as she expertly wrestled Lily into her car seat and started towards Logan’s house. As advertised, the baby’s head started to droop and she quieted before they even got out of Roman’s driveway.

“Works like a charm.”

“From what Patton tells me, it does the same for Thomas, too. She looks so sweet in her little pink party dress.”

“Everything looked so beautiful today! If Shir and I ever renew our vows, I want it to be just like that. Flowers, family and friends. I always thought I’d want a big church extravaganza, but this was so romantic.” Barbara said softly, smiling as she drove.

“It was just perfect for them. So nice to--wait. Slow down! Stop the car!”

“What? What’s the---oh my god!”

They both stared towards Minny’s Garden. Logan had closed for the day to allow everyone to enjoy the wedding. But someone, he could see, had been there. Someone still was. Several of the outdoor displays were overturned, and a car was parked sideways on the grounds, crushing one of the flower beds.

“Go. You and the baby, get back to Roman’s right now.” Logan said, reaching for the door handle. “Call the police as soon as you get there.”

“Don’t! Don’t go in there right now.” Barbara gave him a horrified look.

“It’s my place.” And he was already running.

A/N: Okay, here we are. This is the second to last chapter, and I'm so sorry I made you all wait this long. I hope the ending lives up to everyone's hopes. I'm sorry to say that I lost my tag list, so I apologize to everyone who was on it. :'( Also, there is no difference between this version, the Wattpad, and the Ao3 versions for this chapter and the next.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #prinxiety #it's only logical #iol fic

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Convention Crush | KNJ

➛ Summary: You’re spending your first anime convention alone, in one half of a couple’s cosplay, until you meet a new group of friends and your other fictional half. ➛ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader ➛ Genre: Fluff, slice of life ➛ Rating: PG ➛ Warnings: Like two curse words but nothing else ➛ Word Count: 1.7k ➛ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @nightowls388 for the prompts! 💚

nightowls388 said: Carese darling!! May I has Namjoon in spirited away with dialogue prompt 10 please :D

The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

Once he’s around the corner, you let yourself into your room, his scent still in your nose, and the feeling of his toned arms around you still lingering. How you managed to run into a great group of friends on the first day, you don’t know, but you’re not about to question it. The only thing you worry about is how you can make your cosplay planned for day two as cute as possible, now that you’ve got someone to impress.

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itisannak · 4 years

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Cold Tea (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) is stressed about an assignment, so Calum brings her favorite beverage ( and snack 😉) (Smut / Fingering/ Mention of public sex/ Mention of unprotected sex) Inspired by @trulycevans story “Stressed” (loved the story, by the way. Go check it out, it is so fluffy) (Words: 1.9k)

The only sound echoing in the room has to be my fingers tapping on my laptop's keyboard and the clock ticking on the wall. It has been like that for the past 3 hours, since I came back from my little "break" to fill my coffee cup. My eyes are heavy from working in front of a screen for so many hours, so I blink rapidly, trying to give them a quick rest before continuing; god, I wish I knew how to touch-type, so I didn't have to look at the screen. "Everything going a-ok, bub?" Calum asks as he peaks through the door. I turn my head to look at him, my face grumpy and lips pouty while he is smiling softly at me. He walks in, clad in his comfy sweats and a black tank top, holding a cup with steaming liquid inside. "Did you bring me coffee?" I ask, perking up a little as I can practically feel the taste of fresh coffee in my mouth. "Something better. Herbal tea." He cheers in excitement, leaning down to leave a kiss in the curve between my neck and shoulder while he places the mug in front of me. "Herbal tea?" I ask repulsed. There is soft tapping on the floor, so I assume that Duke decided to follow his pop in the room. "You need to relax a bit. You are overly caffeinated so your brain is stuck. Herbal tea will make you feel more productive." He explains, resting his chin on my shoulder. "You are smart for a total hottie..." I mumble, rolling my eyes as I pick up the mug to take a sip, blowing on the surface of the tea before it touches my lips. "How is it going?" He asks me, planting a kiss on my jawline. "It is not going." I announce, sighing in despair. Calum moves my hair on one shoulder, bringing his arms to wrap around me. "Maybe it is time for a break. Stretch a bit, fix your posture, tie your hair up. Maybe cuddle Duke a bit, he is like a fluffy stress-ball." He suggests, using his soothing voice. "I am so tensed..." I groan, causing Calum to bring his hands on my shoulders, kneading on my skin as I relax back on my chair. He moves upwards, focusing now on my neck.

"You have a knot in there." He comments, pressing his thumbs on it. "I know. It has been killing me for hours now." I pout, moving my head from side to side. I feel chills rising on my skin as he brings his thumbs all the way up to the base of my head. A moan escapes my lips, which amuses Calum. "And to think I am not even touching you in that way..." He teases me, pressing a kiss on my forehead. "Hush, asshole. I am sore." I giggle, feeling ticklish as his hands travel low on my back. "Mmm, there..." I gasp as he finds the spot on the dip of my back. I arch my back and throw my head back; fuck, he has magical fingers, in every possible way. "Have I told you your tits look great?" He asks, making me bite my bottom lip. "You have... Stop starring at my tits, you creep." I huff. "Not my fault you have the prettiest tits I have seen..." He replies. "Get up and have a stretch. You'll feel a thousand times better." He pats my back, rolling my chair away from the desk to let me get up from it.

Calum leans against the desk as I bend to touch my toes, making my spine pop. I arch my back, trying to crack my back. Calum clears his throat, making me turn my head to him. "Everything alright?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Why do you look so sexy, even when you are so tired?" He asks, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me close to his body. "Cal, I stink. My eyes are decorated with eye bags, and my face is dull, my hair is messy and I am wearing leggings. Where is the sexy in that?" I ask him, and he hums, throwing me a side smirk. "Well, everything on you." He lingers above my lips, making me squirm at the intensity of the moment. He has the ability to turn every moment intimate. "You make me so hard, princess. Just looking at you makes me feel funny inside... Fuck... How did I ever get so lucky?" He asks, groaning softly. "You must have done something very nice in your life to end up with me." I giggle, resting my palms on his chest. "I have a way to get your mind to relax..." He licks his lips, lowering his hand to my ass. "I am curious to find what that might be..." I giggle, just as he squeezes my ass in his hands.

He turns me around, pressing his chest on my back as he assaults my neck with his lips. He is an expert at finding my sweetspots, and once he locates the one below my ear he starts nibbling on it with his teeth. I moan and blink rapidly, sinking in the sensation. "Feels good, baby?" He asks, flicking his tongue over the teeth marks on my neck. "So good..." I utter, while his hands slip in the waistband of my leggings, resting on my hips. I feel his boner pressing on my ass, my eyes shutting involuntarily as my mind flies to the dirtiest of thoughts. "I am going to fuck that writing block out of that pretty head of yours." He rasps, forcing me to bend over the desk. I gasp, smiling as I feel him lower my leggings. He leaves my panties in place, pushing his fingers inside them with a chuckle. "You got wet from my massage, princess?" He muses, sounding a little proud of his achievement. "You got hard from massaging me... Don't be cocky." I sass, a millisecond before he pushes two fingers inside me.

I have to bite my bottom lip to avoid giving him the satisfaction of assuring him how much I love his fingers banging inside my tight little hole. "Fuck me... You are tight, baby. Why are you so tight? I have been fucking you every day for nearly 2 years and you are still so tight..." He rasps, wrapping his arm across my chest and pulling me up, with my back against his chest. His hand wraps around my neck, fingers pressing roughly on my skin. His fingerpads are brushing against my spot, while his lips are now pressed on my temple. "Once you are done with this stupid assignment, I will pick you up and drag you to the shower. And then I am going to press you against the glass and fuck your pretty little hole until the glass shutters and our skin is wrinkly from the water. Maybe I will even set up a camera in front of the cabin, so you can take a look at how hot your tits look pressed against the glass like that..." He whispers in my ear, causing chills to run up my spine. "Remember the time we were on vacation? On that island, I don't remember the name of, somewhere in Italy? Remember we were on that beach, alone, and we had this ice bucket for our drinks? Hm, princess? Do you remember?" He asks me, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I nod my head, my eyes fluttering open and close as he moves his long digits inside me. "Remember what I did to you that day on the beach?" He asks me. I whimper, making Calum chuckle. "It's ok, princess. I'll remind you... I put 2 ice cubes inside you and every time the melting water spilled out of your hole and drenched your bikini, reaching your clit, you whimpered and jerked up... Oh, those cute little whimpers drove me insane... I was so hard for you that day... We fucked behind those rocks, and you were a moaning mess, we almost got caught... But you said it was the best orgasm of your life... Oh, I missed that... I want to take you back to that island in Italy, give you an even better orgasm..." He rasps; his breath sounds as caught up in his throat as mine. "I want to go back to Italy too... Please, take me there." I beg; I am not sure if by there I mean the island or my orgasm. "Or that time backstage of that concert in New York... 5 minutes before the show and you were riding my face... I could taste you in my mouth while I sang... There are so many pictures of me licking my lips during the show... Fuck, if people knew..." He murmurs, tightening the grip around my neck. "You know what we haven't done in a while?" He asks, the smirk that makes his lips curl showing in his voice. "What?" I ask, pressing my thighs together as I feel the knot in my stomach tighten. "I haven't rawed you in the backseat of my car in so long... I believe the last time was during our last road trip. We had a stop because you wanted to take pictures and it started raining. You were wearing that white t-shirt that got drenched and I could see your bra right through it. My fucking God, you were so hot. You stripped out of that t-shirt and stayed in that pink bra of yours... I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I filed you up with so much cum that day... I can't wait until we can hop in the car again. Definitely this weekend, we can go to the vineyard by that lake you like." He whispers. I tremble, his fingers inside, and all those dirty memories playing in my head leave me helpless against the orgasm bubbling up inside me. "I am going to cum." My voice breaks at the end, signaling my high is closer than I anticipated. "Yeah, baby? I couldn't tell by your pulsing pussy and your wetness running down my hand..." He mocks me. He pumps his fingers faster, making me arch my back and rest my head against his shoulder as I ride my high. "There it is..." Calum praises as I stir my hips to get more of that sensation of pure euphoria. It takes me at least five minutes before I am ready to go back to functioning. Calum takes his fingers out of my panties and I try to fix my clothes, with my hands still shaking.

"Is your head a little clearer?" Calum asks, with a grin playing on his lips. "I don't know. You will actually have to leave the room for me to be able to focus on anything else but the boner in your sweats..." I reply, taking a seat back in front of the desk again. "Alright... I'll go fix us a light dinner. I will see you in an hour when you will close your laptop for the night and join me and baby grandpa over there on the couch. And I promise, tomorrow I will wake you up bright and early so you can finish this." He pecks on my temple, making me sigh in defeat. "Fine, Hood. Maybe you are right..." I roll my eyes, before reaching for my mug of tea. I take a sip, only to wince at the taste of the tea. "Fuck... Now my tea is cold..." I pout, making Calum laugh. "Well, you can't have it all, baby..." He points out as he walks out of the room, followed by Duke.

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