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cybertronic69 · 8 months

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☁️ COZY.

she adores you.

warnings: bff!ellie + top!ellie + bottom!reader + fingering + finger sucking

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you and ellie have been best friends for quite a long time. you're always together, maybe at patrol, maybe on the packed streets of jackson or maybe in her room, just like you two are now.

"so... that's the dvd you found?" you're holding the little object in your hands, meticulously analyzing it.

"yes, babe." ellie smiles at you. she was always calling you those sweet names, touching you and using her gentlest voice that made you melt everyime. "joel said that this movie was huge at the time." joel also said that this was the movie that people took their girlfriends to watch. she didn't plan on telling you that part.

"that's so cool, els!" you smile softly at her. "you always find the best stuff at patrols." oh, that she does. so much that she found something straight out of her dirtiest wet dreams. an 8 inches silicone strap on that she dying to show you. she needed to see your reaction. would you get all flustered? would you laugh? would you tell her to fuck off? well if you let her, she would gladly fuck y- "els?" your voice snaps her out of her fantasies.

"sorry, babe... got distracted." she puts the movie on and sits down on the couch. "come here..." she pats the spot next to her. you sit down by her side, and she immediately wraps her arms around you.

"so what's the movie about?" you rest your head on her shoulder.

"i dont know..." she knows. "probably some cheesy stuff." you hum and start paying attention to the movie. ellie starts paying attention to you. as the movie unwinds, the scene that ellie was waiting for so long finally starts. she tries her best to be subtle while watching your reaction to the two girls making out on the screen. she caresses your arm with the tip of her nails, and you shiver. you shift on your seat, and she notices your breath getting slightly heavier.

after a few moments of silence you decide to speak. "els..." you say in quiet voice.

"yes?" she whispers and her voice send shivers down your spine.

"did you ever..." you start but your voice cracks.

"did i ever... do this?" she whispers in the same tone as before. you just nod, not trusting your voice at the moment.

"yeah." she merely answers. you hum and stay silent, now pretending to pay attention to the movie. "did you?" ellie is directly looking at you this time. you just shrug and she laughs quietly. "what's that supposed to mean, babe?" she gently brushes your hair out of your face. "are you shy?" she tucks your hair behind your ear.

"leave me alone, ellie" you look away, ignoring her.

she chuckles. "what happened to 'els' now? am i losing my privileges?"

"what privileges?" you mumble.

"the privileges... of being the person you like the most." she simply answers. you try to think of a comeback, but it's not successful, so you just stay silent. "wanna know something?" she caresses you cheek. her touch feels so good and inviting that you have to fight the urges to lean into it like a kitten. you look at her and nod. "you're my favorite girl" she whispers softly. the faint glow from the tv is bathing her face, and her pretty green eyes are sparkling as she stares at you. you open your mouth and close it shortly after. she always makes you dumb. "i could..." ellie starts. "i could treat you good, babe."

"you already do, els..." you mumble.

"yeah, but... i could treat you good in ways that you're not used to." she's still caressing your arm. "better than anyone else. im better than anyone else for you."

you stare up at her. "els..."

"let me show you..." she touches your bottom lip with her thumb. "can i?" you take a deep breath. even her smallest touch can make you dizzy and leave your heart beating like crazy. you slowly nod. ellie cups your cheek, and soon your lips are on hers. she wraps her free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, making your bodies press against each other. as the kiss gets more heated, she sucks on your tongue, and you whimper. ellie has to fisically fight to urge to bend you over and fuck you right there. she slowly pulls back from the kiss with little pecks and wipes the saliva from your lips with her thumb. as you try to catch your breath, she takes the thumb into her mouth and sucks on it.

"what the fuck, ellie..." you whine with your eyes glued on her actions.

"what?" she grins. "you want a taste too?" she starts to trace your bottom lip with her middle and ring finger. you part your lips almost unwittingly as you stare at her with big wide eyes. your gaze drifts down to her tattoed arm right in front of your face. you take in how pretty the view is. long and slim fingers, cold veiny hands, ink filled lines on her skin, and suddenly, you feel your mouth watering. ellie, still staring at you with a slight side grin, slowly pushes her fingers into your soft lips as she analyzes your every little reaction. when her fingers touch your hot tongue, she bites her own lip. and that was it. you knew this got out of hand already, so why not just follow the flow? you wrap your lips around ellie's fingers and close your eyes as you suck on them. ellie also closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling a little too much. so much that she can't stop picturing her fingers sliding in and out of a very specific area your body that is just as warm as your mouth. "babe..." ellie's voice is hoarse when she opens her eyes, staring at you with a heavy gaze. you let out a soft noise around her fingers, and ellie lightly grips the hair on the back of your head with her other hand. she starts moving her fingers back and forth, still being careful to not hurt you. when her fingers hit the back of your throat, your eyes tear up. "shit, babe... you're gonna cry?" ellie whispers, trying to tease you, but her voice is a little too shaky for that. when you nod, she nods with you. "im gonna give you something to cry about..." she grabs your jaw, pulling you into another breathtakingly kiss. she lays you down on the bed, still on top of you, and starts to kiss your neck. your head is spinning. everything feels too good. her lips burn your skin, and your hands grab anything they can find. heir hair, her shoulders, her back. "hey..." ellie whispers as some sense starts to appear in her head again. "is... are you okay with this?" her voice is breathy, her skin is hot, and her lips are glistening with saliva. when you nod, she shakes her head. "need you to say it... tell me you want it."

"please... fuck me..." you whisper in a whiny voice.

"shit... you dont need to ask me twice..." she buries her head on your cleavage, kissing your breasts. "always wanted to do this." she adds with that little grin of hers and for a moment, she looks like your silly best friend with that boyish charm of hers. you were about to point that out to mess with her but then her hand cups your clothed pussy and your voice dies in your throat.

"a-ah... ellie..." you hide your face on her neck.

"gonna fuck you... just like you asked, babe." ellie's mind drifts to her finding that is now carefully kept on the bottom of her closet. maybe... maybe she could... no... no need to rush. right now you're taking her fingers only. and you're going to like it.

in a blink of an eye you're naked and she's still clothed. you almost pout at this. you wanna see her too... "els... take it off..."

she grins and shakes her head. "you'll have the chance..." she pecks your hard nipple and you shiver. "...later... now it's all about you, babe...." she mumbles, almost in a trance, as she plays with your breasts, taking them into her mouth and gently squeezing it. you have your suspicious that this was actually all about her since she was almost drooling on your tits but it feels so fucking good that you dont have the strength to tease her about it. with one hand on your left breast and her mouth on you the right one, you almost forget that she has a free empty hand, so when her fingers slide through your slit, you jump in surprise. ellie chuckes. "you didn't think i could just ignore this pretty pussy did you?" she quickly pecks your lips and kisses her way down your torso stopping right in front of your soaked cunt. she takes a minute to take in the view, her hands holding your thighs apart. you glance down at her with shaking hips and she looks like someone who is about to have the best meal in their fucking life. yeah, this is actually all about her. "shit... such a pretty fucking pussy..." she whispers, her warm breath making you tremble even more. she blows some air into your clit and chuckles when you squirm. "cute..." she gently pecks your clit and you whine. she puts your legs on her shoulder and closer her eyes when she licks your slit from bottom to top. she moans. "tastes perfect, babe..." ellie mumbles against your pussy, her nose touching your clit. "need you to cum on my face..." when she starts eating you out for real you almost scream because what the fuck. why is she so good at this? when did she learn? with who? a pang of jealously hits you with the thought of your best friend with other women. your hips tremble hard and you grip on her hair trying to pull her back because it was too much. you're gonna cum like this. you're about to say something to her when she slides two fingers inside your pussy and you see stars.

"nngh... ellie!" you cry out and she smiles softly.

"come on... just let it go... there's more after..." ellie's voice is soft as her fingers hit that perfect spot inside you everytime. you're crying. it's so fucking good. you cum hard all over her fingers. when you finally regain some composure, you see ellie licking her fingers clean, and you groan.

"who the fuck are you..." you're totally pissed off at this point. she's too good at this.

ellie laughs and buries her head in your neck. "i'm els."

you flip her around and straddle her hips. "who are the bitches?" you whisper.

she has a stupid grin on her face. her hands grabs your hips. "what bitches?"

"that you're fucking." you whisper and deep down you know you're being insane.

"right now it's you." she laughs and undoes your pout with her thumb. "and i want it to be you... for a long time... maybe even..." ellie's cheeks are red now.

"is that you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?" you cross your arms. "im gonna pretend it didn't happen and give you second chance to do it without the word 'bitch' being mentioned."

ellie laughs again and pulls you against her, hugging you tight. "i love you..." she whispers. "im gonna make it right next time..."

you bury your head on her shoulder, slightly embarrassed. "good." you huff. "and... i love you t-too..."

ellie smiles. you need to get strapped.

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#ALMOST slipped a daddy kink into this but the voices didn't win today #also i really really really want to write a part 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #tlou 2 ellie #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months

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I Didn't Know You Smoked

Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Steven has a secret habit.

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A/N: Everytime I write something I feel myself putting on the clown make up more and more.

Warnings: Use of ‘fag’ as the British and Australian slang for cigarette, reader doesn’t smoke, blow job, fingering, p in v sex, cream pie, maybe kind of a cream pie kink from Steven if you look closely, swearing, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

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The scent of smoke caused you to pause midstep. You shrugged off your backpack and hung it up on the side as you walked to the kitchen and put down your shopping bag. You’d been able to start cooking when you realised you were missing a few key ingredients and had made a quick dash to the corner shop.

The smell of smoke hit you again, and even though it was very clearly cigarette smoke your mind quickly spiralled to smoke from a fire. Shit. Had you left a candle on in the bathroom?

You’d lit one when you had a bath after work, the image of the flame somehow catching the towels and running up the walls burst into your head.

You rushed to the bathroom, yanking open the door with such a force that the hinges groaned under your exertion.

Steven practically jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around to look around at you, his eyes wide. “What the fuck?” He yelps.

“Shit, Steven, sorry, I thought I’d left a cand…” You pause, and truly take in the scene before you.

He’s stood on the toilet, crouched a little so that he can reach the tiny top part of the window that actually opens. There’s a cigarette in his left hand. You can just see it from your angle. Steven’s hand outside in the cool evening air.

“You’re smoking?” There isn’t any judgement in your voice, just surprise.

“Yeah, fuck, sorry,” he turns to hastily blow smoke out of the window, practically trying to shove his whole face outside before he grabs the old jar from were he had propped it on the window sill and stubs out his cigarette hastily. He puts the butt in there after and screws on the lid.

You’d seen that old jar on his desk plenty of times. Just assumed it was filled with odds and ends. You didn’t realise it was his secret ashtray.

The sight of him blowing out the billow of smoke is kind of… nice actually. Despite his obvious panic there’s something about it you can’t quite put your finger on. You shake your head.

“No, don’t worry, I just… didn’t know you smoked?”

Jake smoked, you could set your watch to his cigarette breaks; they were so precise. But he would always, without fail, go outside. Rain or shine, freezing cold or oppressive heat. He didn’t seem to mind if the lift was broken or not, outside he would go and the butt would go in the bin on the street after. Never on the floor. Jake was a stickler for that, had got into more than one verbal (and physical) fight with strangers who just flicked their fag onto the pavement.

Marc had smoked, several years ago. But had quit and never touched another one since. It always used to puzzle him when he had the craving for one after not smoking for over a decade.

Most other ex-smokers he spoke to talked about being revolted by cigarettes once they had fully stopped for a few years. Now that he knew about Jake, and his continuing habit, whenever the urge got too strong he just tapped out and let Jake go for a cigarette. (Marc still argued that smoking was bad for them, while Jake countered that technically Khonshu’s suit healed any damage every time they wore it. Which had led to a very lengthy debate over if Jake’s true reasoning for serving the moon god was so that he didn’t have to quit his nicotine fix.)

They didn’t smoke often, and Jake went more than out of his way to minimise any smell that clung to them. But it meant that you never found it puzzling if they smelt like smoke. It just meant Jake had had one.

Steven had never mentioned smoking himself, in fact he often scolded Jake for it.

“I don’t smoke, I mean,” Steven blushed a little, his shoulder slumping. “Well, that’s a lie, innit? I smoke… sometimes?”

“Sometimes?” You repeat with a small smile.

“Sometimes… just sort of,” he shrugs. “Feel the urge sometimes. I used to… before I met Marc and Jake, once or twice a month, just one fag, you know? I hid a packet under the sink.”

“Under the sink?” You laugh kindly and Steven smiles and nods.

“Yeah, here,” he gets down off the toilet and points at a little space under the taps. “And then I’d smoke out the window so I didn’t set the alarm off or stink out the place. I tell you, I used to always get confused because sometimes I would smell a bit like smoke, even though I hadn’t touched them in weeks.” He shrugs again. “I thought that’s just what happened.”

You chuckle. “And you still sneakily have a fag every now and then.”

He nods and grins bashfully, “every now and then… I know I should be good and go outside like Jake does but… it’s like, part of the ritual now. You know? Stand at an awkward angle and half hang my head out of the window. Wouldn’t feel right otherwise… plus sometimes I just can’t be fucked.”

You laugh loudly and he smiles, glad that his little joke amused you.

“Marc and Jake don’t know…” He says shyly.

You nod and mime zipping your lips and he grins again.

“Thank you, love.”

You lean to give him a quick kiss but he pulls back a little.

“Sorry, I mean, I definitely taste like smoke, disgusting, you don’t want that do you? No.” He shakes his head. “I’ll brush my teeth.”

You screw your face up a little in what Steven at first assumes is agreement at not wanting to kiss him while he tasted of cigarettes.

You let out a little grumble and take hold of his cheeks, holding him firmly as you place a kiss on his lips.

Even though the action is brief he does taste like smoke. And it’s kind of… nice again. A strange little spark of heat begins to grow in your belly and suddenly you can’t get the idea of fucking Steven with a cigarette dangling between his lips out of your mind.

The way you know he would writhe and whimper, biting down on the butt to try his hardest to stop it from slipping out of his mouth.

He moans low against you as you slide your tongue against his, spreading that smokey flavour across your taste buds.

“Hmm,” he pulls back just a fraction to speak, even though his hands slide to your hips to pull you closer. “What’s gotten into you, love?” He grins.

“Nothing,” you mumble and kiss down his jaw, running your teeth over his neck and leaving sloppy bites.

Steven shivers, a little gasp of air hitching in his throat as he urges you even closer. You bump against his quickly hardening cock and he groans, bucking his hips forward to rut against you. Kissing his neck was always his weak spot. Practically guaranteed to get him hot under the collar at a second's notice.

He whines a little as you move away from him for a momentarily, his fingers tighten instantly against you, trying to keep the space between your bodies to a minimum.

“Here,” you grab at the cigarette packet on top of the cistern, and pull one out before you offer it to him.

Steven raises his eyebrow at you.

“Just, erm, can you put it in your mouth?”

He pauses for a second, chewing at his bottom lip nervously. “I don’t want to smoke in front of you love, if I’m messing up my own lungs then-”

“No, no, you don’t have to light it… just…”

His eyes widen ever so slightly and a small smile pulls at his lips. “You like it, huh?” He teases softly.

“No.” Heat burns at your skin but you can’t help but laugh lightly. “...yeah.”

He chuckles and takes the cigarette, nuzzling into your cheek. “Alright, but… let’s not tell Jake about this, yeah?”

You raise your eyebrow at him this time. “And why is that?”

“Oh,” Steven shrugs, moving the cigarette between his fingers in an almost hypnotic pattern, “no real reason.”

“Really?” You grin.

“Hmm,” he smiles playfully, “Jake gets lots of things.”

“Does he?”

“Yeah… and maybe I want this to be my thing.” He kisses you quickly before he puts the cigarette in his mouth and leans close to your ear. “I bet if I stuck my hand down your trousers my fingers would come back soaking, wouldn’t they?”

“Steven,” you try to chastise but your voice comes out all whiney and desperate. You can’t take your eyes off the way the cigarette just hangs from the corner of his mouth, bobbing with every word.

He chuckles, taking it from between his lips so he can kiss you roughly, and hold the back of your neck with his other hand.

You lick hungrily into his mouth and push him back against the wall, trying to regain some control over yourself and the situation.

He lets you, in all honesty he always lets you do whatever you wanted, smiling the whole time when you pull back like the cat that got the cream. “Never thought you’d have a smoking kink, love.” He puts the cigarette back in his mouth.

“It’s not a smoking kink,” you scowl playfully and drop to your knees.

“No?” He teases lightly, pretending to take a long drag.

“No.” You unbuckle his jeans, pulling down the zip and relishing the sound of his contented sigh as you palm his cock.

There’s a little wet patch of precum already soaking into his boxers from the tip, a visual cue of how desperate he is despite his quite commendable effort at seeming calm. His dick twitches as you touch him, as you languidly push his trousers and underwear down his hips and take his length in hand.

“No,” you repeat, “I have a you smoking kink.” You give him a little smile as you look up at him before you run the tip of your tongue along his velvet warm length.

He shivers, letting out a small cry of satisfaction as his eyes close and eyebrows pinch together. The sight of him pressing his head back against the tiles with the cigarette at the edge of his mouth sends a sharp thrill down your spine.

You lap at his slit, board, flat licks that have him shaking and squirming in no time as you lightly squeeze and pump him from the base.

He tries to stay still, to let you play and tease at your own pace for as long as possible. But his self control is rapidly dissolving.

By the time you suck his bulbous head into your mouth he’s practically crawling up the walls. He groans low in his chest, glancing down so he can watch you slowly bob your head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper each time.

You moan around him, trying to open your jaw and take him further but he’s so thick it’s nearly impossible.

Heat burns distractingly at your core and you can’t sit still, shifting on your knees to rub your legs together to try to relieve a fraction of that maddening ache.

He wants to grab you by the back of the neck and force his cock down your throat, wants to buck and trust and cum so deeply until he spills from your lips.

Instead he bites his teeth together, almost severing the cigarette in two and claws at the tiles as bliss twists and grows in his stomach.

You manage to take him a fraction deeper, your throat aching as you pick up the pace, squeezing his thighs and swirling your tongue around his tip as if your life depended on it, as if his pleasure was the only way for you to breathe.

His stomach muscles clench, balls contract and you can tell he’s painfully close by the little whimpered moans that slip past his lips with every breath. You’re about to-

Suddenly he grabs hold of your chin, pulling you back off him and groaning at the trail of salvia that connects him to your mouth. He pulls you up and into his arms with a rare show of his strength and kisses you deeply, the cigarette falling to the floor.

“Steven,” you moan, the sound muffled by his lips.

“Off, off, off,” he mutters, undoing your trousers and pulling off your top and bra. He strips you so fast it makes your head spin, and then he’s sitting on the toilet lid and pulling you down onto his lap to straddle his thighs.

Your hands fly to his shoulders and you have just enough time to tug his t-shirt over his head before he presses two thick fingers into your entrance.

You moan, keening as he curls them, the sensation like lightening along your nerves and Steven swears.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking ready for me,” he mumbles, salivating as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and pushes you down onto his needy, weeping cock. His hips instinctively buck up as his tip notches in your entrance, sheathing himself halfway.

You moan, high pitched and throwing your head back as he stretches you deliciously. You barely have a second to adjust before he grabs your hips and forces you all the way down and it’s perfect. So full and hitting so wonderfully deep that you gasp. You can feel your slick gushing out of you, making a mess of him as he bounces you on his cock.

He groans, eyes glazed over, blurting out fragments of sentences with every thrust. “Can’t believe you like me smokin’ that much, fucking amazing, so wet, squeezing me so tight, ah,” he moans loudly, pushing his forehead against yours and kissing you messily, so hungry for every part of you.

You gasp against him, meeting his powerful thrusts with your own and chasing that sweet release so desperately.

“Gonna fucking smoke everyday, become a chain smoker just so I can always have you whining on my cock, every single second, just keep you filled up and- oh shit!” Pleasure cracks into his being, surprising him with its suddenness and intensity. He moans loudly, rutting against you as he pumps you full of his spend. His skin sweaty, his hair clingy to his forehead as his hips slow and he comes down from his high.

Steven looks up at you with dark eyes, “fuck, sorry.” He kisses you sweetly, still breathing hard.

“It’s okay,” you stroke his head and he preens up into your touch. Your thighs twitch, your need still thudding hard and making you squirm ever so slightly.

Steven hisses softly at the movement, overstimulation flooding his mind with both pain and pleasure.

“Sorry, I-”

“Keep moving,” he groans, pressinging his face against your shoulder and lightly biting your skin. “Cum on me.” He mutters, keeping his left arm wrapped around your waist while he snakes his right hand down between your bodies and rolls your clit between his nimble fingers.

You gasp and whine lightly. Rocking yourself up and into his touch.

Steven moans again, mouthing at your skin and the wet mess between your legs as you move. He thrusts upwards shallowly, rubbing you in perfect time.

“Steven,” you pant, squirming as your legs start to spasm, the pleasure so close it’s on the tip of your tongue.

“That’s it love,” he whispers so softly, “that’s it.” He looks up at you with his large doe eyes, completely enraptured with you in that moment. “You can do it.”

You cry out, so, so close it’s driving you mad. The pull of his fingers, the rock of his hips, the fact that he’s still hard inside of you and pushing so deep.

“You can cum for me,” he bites his bottom lip, his voice like silk. “Can’t you?”

Pleasure spikes up and overtakes you, blossoming out and hitting every nerve. You moan, quieting yourself ever so slightly by pressing your lips to his and kissing him messily.

Steven echoes the sound as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly and sending an aftershock of deep satisfaction through his veins.

You breathe heavily as you calm, and he hugs you tightly, grinning and still looking up at you with those beautiful eyes.

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deathbecomesthem · 24 days

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A Lesson In Anatomy | 4.5K

+18 ONLY - Minors DNI

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Contains smut and feelings. Read at your own risk.

*This story belongs in the No Shelter universe, but it can be read as a one shot. I wanted to make sure this was linked on this blog before I continue the next chapter of the series. Consider this the prequel.

Hawkins, Summer of 1986 - No UD

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Eddie’s been weird lately. He’s been quiet and almost shy around you, and you’ve spent the last few nights turning over possible reasons for this. In your dark room with only the sound of your fan to accompany the thought spiral your brain pushes you through, you close your eyes and picture your good friend Eddie. His easy smile, his flirtations. He’s become everything to you in the last few months, and it’s putting you on edge to see him pull away from you.

The last time you remember having an easy time with Eddie was two weeks ago, at the lake. The younger kids were spending the hot summer day at the arcade and movie theater, it wasn’t missed on you the way they all had been awkward about stripping down to their bathing suits this summer. No amount of reassurance would change that, only time and maturity. It gave you, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Jon, and Argyle a chance to drink and smoke without worrying about being a bad influence.

And flirt. So much of that. Especially with Eddie. He’s gone from acquaintance, to friend, to best friend in the matter of months.

The truth about how you feel about him is between you and yourself. You treat everyone the same, but you have to watch yourself. You have to keep your eyes on him no longer than the others. You have to make sure you take your fingers from his arm after pushing him away, not let the back of your fingers trail down his soft skin to try to pull out the gooseflesh. If you offer him the flame of your lighter, you have to hold it out to everyone. You won’t survive it if you show him your secret desire and he rejects it. It’s better to share your affections openly with everyone if it means he gets the smallest taste of how much he means to you.

So, what happened that day while you all splashed around in the cool lake water? You rewind and playback any scenes you can remember. It was perfect, the hot sun beating down on sweaty bodies, the smell of baby oil in the air. The night before lake day you had been on a date with Dale. You were particularly fresh with everyone. Really turned on the charm.

The night before you and Dale tangled up in each other’s limbs. Dale had pumped in and out of you, his stamina had been impressive. He whispered things in your ear about how good you felt, how wet and warm you felt around him. He’d found the sweet spot on your neck. It was nice. A pleasant experience, especially for the first time with a new lover. Sometimes those experiences were unpleasant, but Dale had even put his mouth on you. He took his time with his tongue spreading your lips and lapping at you. He had drunk you in. It was nice.

“How was your date with Dale last night? Did he hit a home run?” Robin’s whispers were anything but quiet, and her question caught the attention of the boys while they dug around in the cooler next to the two of you.

“Jesus, Robin.” You scold her, but it’s no use. The damage is done, and everyone stands stock-still to hear your answer. These topics are not off the table with all of you, but it’s always hard to talk about when you feel the heat of chestnut eyes watching. “Ok, yeah. We had some fun last night. It was nice.”

“Nice, huh?” Argyle’s smile is skeptical, and he’s too loose right now. The weed he brought with him has made his tongue looser than normal, and it was already untethered. “No fireworks? You guys have been hot and heavy for a while. What happened?”

You consider lying and saying, “oh it was amazing. The heavens opened above my head. I was so close I could feel the pearly gates run across my fingers.” But no. They’d see through it.

“It was nice. I enjoyed it. But no, no fireworks. Maybe with a little bit of, uh – instruction?” You stop talking, fearing you might say something that would be embarrassing for Dale if he knew you were talking about this.

“Oh, no. Does he not know how to eat the peach?” Argyle gasps out the question, and everyone snickers. “You gotta tell him. That’s not right. Did you fake it?”

This is when you realize that not everyone is giggling. Eddie’s face and chest are as red as a tomato. It’s not the first time you’ve talked about your sexual conquests in front of him, but the thought of making anyone in the group uncomfortable pains you. So you pivot. Eddie’s embarrassed and you feel bad about kissing and telling.

“Arg, be a good boy and roll us a joint, hm?” You bat your eyelashes at him and give him your sweetest tone. No harm done, but time to change the subject.

The rest of the day at the lake went by with laughter. No worries for any of you while you ate fruit salad and turkey sandwiches and drank your beers. It was one of those magical days that is both endless and gone in the blink of an eye. A moment captured in your mind’s photo album.

Your eyes pop open. It was that conversation. You know it now. You remember the way Eddie had flushed, and ever since then he’s been off. The two of you talk about everything, you can’t imagine he’s suddenly shy about sex. He loves telling you about his sex-capades. You’ve seen him naked on several occasions, he has no shame.

Well, maybe he does. Maybe you brushed against a sensitive spot without even realizing it exists.

You call Eddie as soon as the clock hits noon. It’s Sunday, he’s not working today. Neither are you. Normally, that would mean the two of you would have some kind of plans, but for some reason you don’t this weekend. That won’t do. You let his phone ring seven times before you hang your back on the receiver.

You look at it for a minute, willing it to ring back with Eddie’s voice being on the other end, but it doesn’t. So, you dial the numbers again. On the fourth ring, you hear a click that tells you your call is being answered this time.

“Hello.” Eddie’s voice is rattling, and you hear him clear his throat while he waits for a response.

“Ed, hey!” You cringe at the sound of your voice, loud and chipper. It’s too much, he just woke up and he’s cranky. He’s always cranky before he gets some kind of caffeine in his system.

“Hey.” His voice is a little clearer. His stilted response is a shot through your gut.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could come over. I miss you, and I want some Ed time.” Your words are true, and your meaning is clear.

“That’s sweet,” Eddie clears his throat again, a stalling measure. You think he’s going to say no, and you feel panic start to set in when he lets out a heavy breath. “Uh, yeah, come over. We can hang. I miss you too.”

You make your way to his place slowly. You stop at the gas station on the way to fill up despite having half a tank already and make sure to grab Eddie’s favorite candy – Twizzlers – before hopping back into the driver’s seat. It’s a sweaty day, and your car doesn’t have air conditioning. The open windows do little more than move the sweat crawl across your skin. It’s an unsettling feeling that only stirs up the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach more. You feel like you’re walking into the line of fire, and you don’t know why.

Eddie’s sitting on the worn sofa outside of his trailer when you pull your car up to his place. He’s in sweats, and he looks like he’s just woken up even though hours have passed since your phone call earlier. The cigarette he’s holding between his fingers is burned to the filter, yet he still takes one last drag before dropping it into the bucket next to the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Sugar.” Eddie’s greeting falls short. His smile is small and doesn’t reach the corner of his eyes. You can see lines running down his puffy face. He must have gone back to bed after talking to you. You brace yourself for grouchy Eddie.

“Eddie,” you’re bringing enough energy for the both of you as you bound up the stairs to reach him, “I brought your favorite. Come on.” You don’t wait for an answer, you grab his hand to bring him inside the trailer. It’s too hot to sit outside, and he has a window unit in his bedroom that will keep you cool enough for the time being.

You pretend to not notice that his feet are dragging while you pull. It’s occurred to you just now that he’s pouting about something. He’s mad at you or annoyed at least. That won’t do either. He needs to quit being a child and talk to you.

“Sit.” You point to the edge of his bed. You catch a small eye roll before he flops himself down. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands. He really does look like a little kid being put into time out.

You pull over the chair he has sitting in the corner and face it towards him before taking your own seat. Eye to eye, you look at him and try not to be distracted by the way his eyes pull at you. They always do. You push it back and remember that he’s your friend, and you’re here because – why? Because something has upset him, and it’s something you did or said. You match his posture and put your own head into your hands and keep your eyes on his even when he looks down to the side.

“Eddie, my sweet Eddie. I love you a lot, but I’m not giving you a single Twizzler until you tell me why you’re mad at me.” You’re keeping it light, but you feel like a knife is cutting you deep.

“I’m not mad at you, Sugar. I’ve just been in my own head is all. It happens, I’m sorry.” Eddie’s still not looking back at your face. His fingers have started drumming across his cheek and his left leg has started to bounce. His eyes are still fixed to a spot on the carpet at your feet when one of his hands darts out to grab a strand of licorice from the bag in your hands, but you’re too quick and scoot your chair back a couple of inches.

“Ok, you’re not mad. Cool. Then why can’t you even look at me right now, huh?” Eddie’s eyes finally connect with yours as an act of defiance, but you accept it as a win. “Is it because I was talking about Dale? That’s –“

“Sugar, I don’t want to talk about it. You can keep the Twizzlers.” Eddie’s spitting venom in your direction, and you’re even more confused.

“Great, I’ll keep the Twizzlers. Jesus Christ, Ed. You’re acting like a child, what did I do, huh? Other than say I had a nice time with Dale. And I did, it’s not his fault he doesn’t know what the clit is!” You’re ranting at Eddie, spitting your own words at him hoping they cut enough to reopen the wound that he’s trying so hard to hide from you. His face drains of color while you tear at him.

“It’s not about Dale, Sugar. It’s not about you either.” His eyes are softer as he scans your face. His own anger seems to have faded away when you met it with your own. “Not really, anyway. It’s embarrassing.”

You think now about how he’s been acting, and yes, that feels true. He’s holding onto some private humiliation, and whatever you said under that hot summer sun seems to have wounded him.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed with me, Ed. I love you, you’re like my best friend.” There are tears in your voice, and you’re biting them back. “Not like, you are my best friend these days. Don’t you know that?”

You can see the gears turning with the beat of his bouncing leg. He looks like he’s ready to explode, and you worry for a moment. If his humiliation is deep enough, he’ll lash out at you, and you may never be able to make amends with him. You’re like two fires spitting sparks at each other, and you’re afraid something important might burn.

Eddie’s demeanor is guarded, but he speaks after a moment. He’s trusting you with this secret that’s been gnawing at him, “Sugar, I know you like to chat with our friends, but this is strictly between me and you.” You take his hand in yours and give him a nod of understanding, urging him to continue. “When you and Argyle were talking about Dale, it made me think about something that’s been buggin’ me.”

You keep your features lax. You don’t want to express the confusion you’re feeling. You want him to keep going. So, you squeeze his hand a little tighter letting your flesh dig into the metal cross he wears on his middle finger.

“I, uh, I think I’m doin’ it wrong.” Eddie’s mouth moves, but his eyes stay focused on yours. He’s watching for any acknowledgement of what he’s saying. You give none, so he continues. “When I’m,” he breathes through his nose in frustration, “when I’m ‘eating the peach’, girls never seem to like it as much as I thought they would. Or sometimes I think they’re pretending.”

“Oh.” You can’t hide the surprise in your voice because this is not what you expected. Eddie Munson doesn’t give good head? That seems so unlikely you can’t help but huff out a laugh. “No, I’m sorry. Ed, I’m not laughing at you. You’re telling me that the girls you’re with don’t like it when you eat them out?”

“I don’t know. They never complain. Never. I just know something is off. I can tell. I could spend an hour down there, and I’m not getting the results, Sugar. Can you help me?” Eddie accentuates his plea by grabbing both of your hands and holding them tightly in his own. You can feel his calloused fingertips and can’t help but imagine what they must feel like against your most sensitive places. “Help me Sugar-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.”

His joke works, and the tension is broken. You tear your hands from him and grab the bag of Twizzlers off your lap and toss them in his face before hopping on the bed next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, you’ve missed this easy intimacy, and the dam is broken now. You can talk to him. No more secrets.

“Yes, Ed. I can help you. But you’re going to have to explain to me what your process is if you want my help. Or, uh” you stop yourself before you say anything that can be misinterpreted exits your giant mouth. “you know what, let’s just start with you telling me and we’ll go from there.”

You can’t see the way that Eddie’s eyebrows raise up under his fringe, because your cheek is resting against his arm, but you don’t miss the way something moves under his gray sweatpants. Your own eyes bulge, and you think you must have imagined it.

Eddie’s nerves are gone, and he dives in. He goes into great detail about how he uses his tongue. How he likes to lay it flat against their slit and drag it across their soft hole. How he runs a finger along that path. How it feels when he pushes his tongue inside someone. What it tastes like. You’re so thankful he can’t see your face, but you’re afraid he can feel the skin of your cheek burn through his shirt. You’re afraid he’ll catch a whiff of the arousal that’s pooling between your legs. You try to focus on his words, on his descriptions. It sounds wonderful, the thought of him tasting you the way he’s describing. It takes great effort to remember that you’re supposed to be helping him. And then you realize.

“Eddie, what about their clit?” You interrupt his diatribe about how soft the inner lips feel against his tongue, unlike anything he’s ever had in his mouth before, “it’s nice to feel a tongue like that, don’t get me wrong, but don’t you ever play with their clit?”

Eddie stops talking completely, so you peel your face off his shoulder to look at him. He looks confused and annoyed. Oh no.

“Sugar, can you elaborate for me?” Eddie’s voice is level but edged with something. The embarrassment is back, and you can see him fighting against it. He trusts you to not make fun.

“Oh, Ed. I’m sorry. Do you want me to explain what a clitoris is?” You ask the question with nonchalance in your voice. He doesn’t know it, but just mentioning the small sex organ has yours throbbing in answer. It’s saying, yes, tell him. Tell him how you want him to touch and suck. Tell him how to take me between his pretty red lips.

“Yes, please. I feel really stupid, but I don’t know what that is. Christ, I’ve been with loads of women, and no one has fucking mentioned-“ You put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. You don’t want to hear about loads of other women right now.

“Eddie, think about your own,” you motion down to the crotch of his pants, “business.” He giggles at you, low and sweet. “Shut up. Think about your dick, ok? You know when a girl’s giving you head, and she sucks real nice at the tip?”

Eddie gulps, you imagine he’s thinking about Cindy Manes’ cherry-colored lips wrapped around the head of his hard cock. Spit gathering at the corners of her perfect mouth. He nods and you continue.

“Women have a little spot above the vagina. It’s up close to wear the seam of our slit begins. It’s like a kind of hard nub.” You let yourself get lost in the technical stuff, it makes it easier to push on and forget that your legs are sticky from how turned on this entire situation has you. “It’s like the head of your dick, only more sensitive. Most women can’t have an orgasm unless you stimulate it. It will get bigger when we get aroused, kind of like when you get hard only it’s a lot smaller than what you’ve got.”

Like the cat that’s got the cream, you see Eddie smirking, “Yeah, what I’ve got is a lot bigger.” He spreads his hands a foot apart and his eyes go as wide as his shit eating grin.

The tension in the air evaporates, and you grab his midsection to tickle him. You want to make him pay for being crass. You want to make him pay for making you laugh at such a childish joke. It’s hands grappling for a moment before you find yourself underneath Eddie with his hair covering both of your faces like a curtain. His nose is almost touching yours, and for a moment you’re breathing each other’s air. You can feel his erection dig into your thigh, and you know now that he feels it too. That this conversation isn’t just embarrassing because he didn’t know, but because it’s with you. Someone he wants.

You lift your head off his mattress and meet his lips with yours. You wait to see. Let him decide if he wants to open his mouth and let you inside. A beat passes, and his lips part as his knee makes its way between your legs giving him leverage. A hand is behind your head. As your lips dance and tongues meet, your head drops back into the mattress. You’re holding onto each other and trying to keep yourself in this spot without floating off. This is what you’ve wanted for so long, and there’s no going back.

“Eddie, hey,” you manage to pull your lips away from him despite his own desperately chasing after them. Instead, he busies his with that spot on your neck just behind your ear while you talk, “Eddie. Do you want me to show you what I was talking about?”

Eddie’s hum sends a vibration against your skin, his teeth begin to skate against your skin. He answers around your flesh and his words shoot straight through you and down into the place that’s been aching for him, “Yes, Sweetheart. I wanna make you see stars.”

The following kisses are hungry, messy. Spit pools under your tongue while his knee presses into your center. Your fingers thread through his hair, and you pull to release the need that’s thrumming inside you. His whimper is music to your ears. You think this is a dream, and you do not care. Let it be. For now, you have him, even if it’s only in your imagination. He’s yours to taste, to smell, to touch, to hear. And you belong to him.

“Please, Eddie. Please.” You pull his hair harder, pulling him away from your face so you can see him. His mouth is open, his eyes are wide. His groan is deep in his chest, and he is looking into you. Just for a moment, he’s seeing you. He’s not just touching someone, kissing someone, he’s with you.

“I’m yours. Anything, my love. Everything I have. Show me.” He tells you while he gently removes your hand from his hair so he can make his journey south. It’s slow, and he kisses your clothed body every few inches during his descent until he reaches the waist of your jeans. He rests his head against your hip while his fingers work at your button fly. Each pop sends a jolt of anticipatory pleasure through you. You’re already writhing under his attention. He’s shushing you while he gently pulls your jeans down to your ankles and over your feet.

“You smell so sweet. I should have known, Sugar. This is better than I ever could have thought.” Eddie’s running his finger down your slit, over the cotton of your purple underwear. When you put them on this morning, you would not have admitted that you chose them for Eddie. They’re high cut with lace along the edges. Prettier than an everyday pair.

“You’re teasin’ me, Ed.” You manage to breathe the words out while your hips rock up to meet his finger. Your body is begging for more than what he’s giving you.

“Not teasin’. These are pretty,” Eddie hooks a finger under the waistband of your underwear, brushing against the soft hair underneath. He pulls them down so he can see you fully and lets out a breath of relief. “But not as pretty as this is.”

Eddie kisses your mound sweetly while a finger begins to dance between the lips of your pussy. He’s dipping into you gently, gathering the wetness there, before he adds more pressure. He’s mapping you, exploring with quiet patience. He’s listening, he’s tasting, he’s feeling. And then, while his mouth searches around the edges of your hips, his finger brushes against that spot. The one he’s only just learned about.

“There.” It’s a whisper, a prayer, spoken into the air around you. You only know he hears you when his mouth travels across your skin to meet the tip of his finger. He feels it now, he rubs at it, gently. He wants to memorize how it feels, he needs to know how to find it again. And then, his mouth is on your button. The tip of his tongue dances around.

You know there are words and sounds coming out of your mouth, and Eddie hears them all. While his mouth works, he doesn’t just listen to you, he hears you. Each sound, each word is an instruction. It’s a game of hotter and colder. He wants you to burn, to catch fire. So he hears you and moves accordingly.

You vaguely know that there are fingers inside of you, and you think you’ll have to teach him how to use them next time. Next time. You two have time. For now, you let yourself get lost in his mouth. You let him consume you. He knows what he’s doing now because you’ve taught him. He knows the secret that so many men never learn. Eddie is the best student when it comes to pleasure. When it comes to learning you.

Your orgasm builds quickly, your face is turned and buried in his pillow. You smell him on it while your hips rock up and meet his perfect mouth. Waves of pleasure that come faster and faster. His lips are holding tight to your nub. He’s never letting it go now that he knows what it can do. His fingers move with the rhythm of your hips, until it happens.

The sounds that leave your mouth are choked sobs. Your cunt is fluttering around his digits, and his mouth works you through each intense flash of pleasure. The stars behind your eyelids dance along with your body. You sit in your peak and groan like an animal until your body finally drops back into the mattress. Eddie’s mouth reluctantly pulls away from you when you firmly push his forehead away from you.

Eddie’s head rests against the bare flesh of your center. You can feel his hot breath fan across your wet pubic hair while you let the aftershocks slowly wane. You’re needy when you reach down and pull him up by the collar of his shirt. You need his face, you need his skin. You need his arms. He smells of you. His arms pull a blanket around your bare body. The cool air of the window unit has made your skin break out in gooseflesh. Eddie’s fingers run gently across your features, watching the way your open mouth still takes short and shallow breaths while you return to yourself.

He stays like that for a few moments. The uncomfortable cold and wet feeling in his pants becomes too much, and he gently shushes you when you reach out for him when he loosens his embrace.

“Just give me a minute, Sugar. Let me change.”

You watch him with blurry eyes as he deposits his pants and boxers, wet with his own cum, and puts on fresh clothes. You see his flaccid cock and think that next time you’ll show him how good your mouth can feel. You need a little nap first, in the embrace of Eddie. Your Eddie.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson au #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #no shelter

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eyesofshinigami · 2 months

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Eddie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, very very mild sexual content (blink and miss it)

Prompt: For @lihhelsing "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day"

WC: 852

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 19

Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he woke up. He managed to stub his toe twice on the way to the shower. His waffles got burnt in the toaster and they were out of syrup. He missed the bus by a minute, watching it drive away from the stop just as he ran up to it. It started raining while he was waiting for the next bus, so of course he got drenched.

He hoped that it had ended there, but no. Eddie got to work fifteen minutes late due to a traffic jam, wet and hungry and already done with today. His boss yelled at him and put him on tape-sorting duty, marking down the new shipment of tapes. Of course, halfway through, his pen exploded and covered him and the sheet he was using, so he had to start over.

By the time the end of his shift had rolled around, Eddie was tired, had a headache the size of Montana, and he was ready to throw himself into the void. Mack, the other guy on shift, patted him on the back and all it did was make his skin crawl.

The journey home wasn’t much better. The bus was late again, and Eddie couldn’t find a seat so he had to stand. The bottom of his sneaker apparently acquired a random hole and he had to walk back to their apartment with wet socks.

Eddie was done. He was so fucking done that all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and cry until he couldn’t anymore. He also hoped that Steve wasn’t home yet from work; he was scared that something bad would happen, like they would end up arguing or not speaking to each other.

What Eddie didn’t expect was to come home to a house that smelled a little like heaven. It was warm and he called out, “Steve? That you?”

“Yup! In the kitchen!”

Eddie toed off his shoes and stripped out of his still damp jacket and hung it up on the rack. He still felt really keyed up from the day he had, so he steeled himself against his own feelings and headed into the kitchen.

Their table was set. A lasagna was cooling in the center, set on a potholder right next to a spray of daisies. Two beers were set beside their plates, still cold enough that condensation was gathering on the glass.

Steve himself is dressed in comfortable clothes, bent over the oven and pulling out what looked like cheesy garlic bread. Fuck, if it wasn’t all of Eddie’s favorite things wrapped up in one beautiful little scene. “Hey! I must have timed it just right!”

Eddie felt tears starting to gather in his eyes. “How… how did you know?”

Steve set the garlic bread down on the stove and pulled off his oven mitts before he reached up to cup Eddie’s cheek. “I heard you this morning. And then Mack called me before you left, saying you’d had a pretty shit day. So… I got home a little early and wanted to surprise you with something good.”

Okay, yeah, Eddie was absolutely going to cry now. “For me?”

“Of course, baby. After dinner, I figured we could take a bath together and I could wash your hair? Then we could crawl into bed and watch that new Beetlejuice movie? I grabbed it on the way home.”

“Steve… that…” It sounded incredible. It was perfect. So why was Eddie blubbering like he’d just been told his dog died?

But Steve, wonderful, beautiful Steve, seemed to just understand. “Because you deserve it. You had a bad day, and I just wanted to make it better. You’d do the same for me, have done it in the past. Let me take care of you, okay?”

What else could Eddie do but nod?

Dinner was delicious, Eddie ate until he couldn’t anymore, realizing he’d forgotten to eat lunch in the midst of the rest of his terrible day. He listened to Steve talk about what he’d done that day, letting his boyfriend’s words wash over him.

The bath was just as nice. Even if they were two grown men, they managed to squeeze themselves into their tiny tub. It was ridiculous, but it made Eddie laugh and he felt light for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Steve had washed his hair, took his time rubbing conditioner through Eddie’s curls, and then it ended up with them wrapping hands around each other’s cock and Eddie panting into Steve’s mouth.

Fuck, but he loved this man so much.

Loose from the bath and from his orgasm, Eddie crawled into bed with Steve and curled up as the movie started.

“Love you, Eds,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table to fast forward through the previews.

Ed smiled into Steve’s collarbone. The day might have started pretty fucking awful, but Steve had turned it right around. Now, it felt like the best day ever.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: t

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daisyvisions · 7 months

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Demonstration - (l.sy)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Lifeguard!Sangyeon x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: You do almost everything to get your hot lifeguard's attention. But what happens when he also shows interest?

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.9K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), public sex (but no one’s around), mutual pining, dry humping, fingering, handjob, groping, allusions to sex at the end, pet name (sweetheart), mentions of drowning, a bad representation of CPR because I had to cut it short lol. Proofread once.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: It’s been a while since I've done a Sangyeon fic, and it just so happens my brain has been plagued by lifeguard sangyeon for a while so… here 🤪 (might have a part 2! but more on the smutty scene because why the fuck not?)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @winterchimez

You hated going to the beach.

The blazing heat of the sun scorching your skin, annoying children chasing each other around, the sand sneaking its way into your bathing suit uncomfortably, the list goes on.

But here you were, lying down on a beach towel under the shade of your umbrella, sporting the cutest two-piece bikini you’d never imagine wearing in your whole existence of living.

So, if you hated the beach so much… Why were you here again?

Oh yes! Trying to catch the attention of the hot lifeguard that saved your life the other week.

Was it desperate? Absolutely.

Did you really go out of your way to get the attention of a man? Of course!

Did you want to fuck him every time he’d glanced your way? Hell yeah!

Why wouldn’t you especially when the lifeguard in question made you melt into a puddle more than the radiating sun’s heat?

It was a fairly sunny day that time you went to the beach with your friend. The sun wasn’t too hot but it wasn’t too dark to go out either. You haven’t been out of the house in a while, plus it was starting to get stuffy inside so you thought a good breath of fresh air would do you good.

Your friend was busy playing beach volleyball with a bunch of other strangers as you waded in the somewhat shallow end of the ocean, trying to cool off and enjoy the calm waves moving you.

Because it had been years since you’ve gone to the beach, you didn’t anticipate how strong even the smallest of waves could be. So when the next wave came crashing into you as your back was turned, you immediately lost your balance.

You didn’t remember much but all you could remember was shouting for help and the next thing you know you feel someone performing CPR on you and immediately coughing out the ocean water.

“Hey, are you alright?” The deep voice asks you with concern.

As soon as you look at the person who saved your life, you’re too stunned to speak. All you could think about was how tanned and muscled this guy was.

Your cheeks start to blush when you get a better look at this guy’s face too. He looked like a Michelangelo sculpture that was brought to life. His strong jaw, his manly hands, and that nose…

Oh he was so hot.

“I-uh…” you couldn't find the words in you as his brown orbs looked deep into yours.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He reassures you as his hand rests on your lower back. “I’m Sangyeon.” He introduces himself. You give him your name and he replies with a gentle smile.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he replies. Your cheeks redden even more from the compliment.

You were so fucked after this.

And ever since he saved you that day, you kept on trying to remember the way his kissable lips felt on yours, the way he held you and made sure you were okay until you left the beach, and how his gaze on you made your knees buckle in place.

You wanted him. And you did everything you could to get his attention.

Asking him for help in carrying your stuff, teaching you how to surf, and “bumping” into him at the juice bar. Even going as far as asking for help to rub sunblock on your back. You remember the way you felt a pool of heat forming below as his hands delicately rubbed the sunblock on your exposed back, his hands lingering on your waist a little longer than normal, and his deep voice near your ear when he asked “Is this good?”

God you were so desperate.

But who wouldn’t be? Especially when you felt this spark between you aside from the raging physical attraction you had for him. You soon found out how good of a person he was from all the conversations you had with each other. How pure and genuine his soul was. He wasn’t just some hot lifeguard, but a man who genuinely enjoys helping others. You were starting to fall for him.

As soon as you saw him setting up his stuff at the lifeguard post, you immediately got up and adjusted your bikini and fixed your hair as you walked towards him. Your movements suddenly stop when you see another woman talking to him, his co-worker.

Her hand lingering on his bicep too long, the way he smiled at her, how she looked effortlessly beautiful especially with the wind blowing her hair. The way they hugged before she left to leave before swapping duties. Your insecurities quickly flooding inside you as you observed the two.

Who were you kidding? Sangyeon would never go for someone like you. Someone has handsome and genuine as he is? Not a chance.

You turned your heel and made your way back to your spot on the beach, immediately covering yourself with a large shirt and packing away your things. You didn't want to break down with all these strangers around and be reminded of what you just saw.

Sangyeon was about to climb up to his post when he saw you. As he was about to greet you and ask you how you were, you rushed past him, not paying attention to him in any sort of way. His happy demeanor dropped in seconds. You always say hello to him. It’s the one thing he always looks forward to every time you’re at the beach.

Did someone bother you while he was gone? He always made sure no creeps were walking towards you. Or did he do something to upset you yesterday? He was more worried about the latter.

Of course, he didn't want to bother you in that moment so he decided to just let you be and maybe ask how you are when he sees you again tomorrow.

Little did he know you wouldn’t be returning for a long while.

It had been a couple of weeks since you’ve made an appearance at the beach. Insecurities and anxieties getting the better of you that you just wanted to dig a hole and stay there til the big wave of embarrassment you felt remembering all the things you did to get Sangyeon’s attention washed away.

There were too many thoughts running on your mind tonight for some reason, so you decided to walk to the small beach spot near your house. This secluded spot was on the opposite end of the more populated area. You found yourself walking here at night often whenever you had too many troubling thoughts.

The sounds of crashing waves against the rocks were so calming. No person in sight to be found. The slight chill in the wind’s breeze blowing against your skin. How come you never go to this side of the beach during the day time?

You walked until you found a good spot to spread out your towel, opening your phone to play some relaxing music before lying down and looking up at the stars above. Just when you were about to close your eyes and enjoy the stillness of the moment, a deep voice startles you.

“I was starting to wonder if you got sick of me already.” You slightly gasp from the initial shock, but your cheeks start to blush as soon as you get up to see who it was.

“Sangyeon! Oh I- I didn’t know you’d be here” you nervously fiddle with your fingers, trying to avoid his gaze. Of all people that had to sneak up on you tonight, it just had to be him.

“Mind if I sit?” He takes a step forward, his feet at the edge of your towel.

“Uh- yeah. Sure..” You reply. You scoot over to make space before he sits beside you.

You instantly feel the warmth radiating from his body as his thigh nudges yours. The scent of his alluring cologne making its way to your lungs as you breathe in the ocean air. Thank god it was nighttime, otherwise the flaring blush on your cheeks and the redness of your ears would give away the effect he had on you.

There was an awkward silence between you two. What would you even say to him? You've never talked to him outside of the times you tried to get his attention. Before you opened your mouth to attempt to make conversation, he beat you to it.

“So… How are things? I haven’t seen you in a while.” he slightly turns his body to face you.

“Good.. Everything’s good..” You awkwardly reply. You wanted to cringe at the way you answered him, it’s small talk at its finest. He hums in response.

“You know… it’s not the same being on duty.” He suddenly blurts out.

“Oh? How come?” Your eyebrows slightly knit in confusion.

“Because I don’t get to talk to my favorite girl anymore” He sighs.

“Did she move away or something?” you ask, your heart slightly stinging at his words.

“No, uh-” He chuckles in between, finding your denseness very adorable. “She just ran off when I was about to go talk to her. I was actually gonna ask her out and everything too. But thank god I found her here on this side of the beach.” He looks straight into your eyes.

“Oh… OH! Me?” Your eyes widen. You couldn't believe what he just said. He called you his favorite girl too.

“Yes you!” He laughs and you smile with him. Suddenly his fingers intertwine with yours, slightly playing with them. He subtly moves his body closer to yours.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” His gaze doesn’t leave yours as he brushes a loose hair behind your ear. His eyes quickly glance at your lips, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter and twirl.

“Ever since I saved you that day, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He admitted. “And every time since then I just couldn’t stay away…”

Sangyeon moves his fingers to your chin, slightly tilting your head to get a better look at you. He leans forward to try to kiss you, but you suddenly panic and stop him before he could even close the small gap between your lips and his.

“Actually! I wanted to ask you about that-”

“About what sweetheart?” His eyebrows slightly raise as he tilts his head.

“CPR. Yeah that. I was wondering like if you could teach me how? You know so that I can be prepared in case and save someone’s life just like you.” You ramble.

Sangyeon takes a moment to respond, the gears in his head turning before mischievously smirking at you.

“Sure, I’ll teach you now!” He replies. He shifts his body to a kneeling position.

“N-now?” You ask, wondering where this conversation is going.

“Yeah! C’mon. Lie down for me.” His hand slowly pressing on your shoulder as you lower yourself until your back hits the ground.

“Okay first thing you have to do is make sure that the victim lying down facing up, so you’ve got that covered.” He smiles at you, his hand resting on top of your stomach.

“Next, you have to check for any signs of breathing. If there is none, call for 911 and start placing both your hands on their chest, on top of the other.”

As soon as Sangyeon says this his hand slowly moves up to your chest, intentionally snaking them in-between your breasts making your breath hitch. You try to ignore the pooling heat forming between your legs.

“After, you’re gonna do thirty chest compressions, meaning pumping your hands on their chest.” Sangyeon gestures the motion. He slowly lowers his head, his face dangerously close to yours.

“Then tilt their head a bit, pinch their nose-” His face inching closer to yours, you can feel his breath fanning lightly on your lips. His lips lightly graze yours, making you gasp at how soft they feel.

“And perform mouth to mouth-”

“Sangyeon, I-” He smashes his lips against yours, making you whimper in desperation. This is so not happening right now. This must be dream.

Sangyeon kisses you like a man deprived of touch. He takes every chance he gets to remember the way your lips move with his perfectly. He shifts his position to hover above you. His hands grazing your waist before slipping them under your shirt, groaning in pleasure the moment his palms meet your naked chest.

You thank the universe for not wearing a bra tonight as his fingers flick and pinch your perked nipples. His lips never leave yours, desperately snaking his tongue inside your mouth as soon as your lips slightly part.

You place your hands on his strong chest, slightly pushing him away to catch your breath for a moment from all the kissing. Sangyeon’s lips start kissing your jaw and making its way to the most sensitive part of your neck.

“You don’t know how long I've been wanting this…” He mumbles. You let out a breathy moan as he rolls his hips into you, his hard length pressing rubbing against your throbbing core.

“Sangyeon-” you moan out his name as he grabs your hands and places them over your head. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he continues to grind his hips. He holds your wrists with one hand as the other slips under your shorts, your hips jolt as he starts to skillfully rub your sensitive bud.

“So wet for me sweetheart. This because of me?” He whispers in your ear.

“Y-yes. Always for you…” You whine.

“I feel dirty every time I stare at you in your cute little bathing suits. You know that? Always getting me hard during my shift sweetheart.” He groans.

“Fuck- that time you asked me to rub sunscreen on your back, had to stop myself from pressing my cock against your ass.” He smirks before kissing your neck again, his fingers quickening the pace before inserting them in your wet entrance.

You let out a loud moan feeling his thick fingers fill you up.

“That’s it sweetheart, let those pretty sounds out. Been dying to know how you sound like-” He pumps his fingers into you faster, the squelching sound of your wet pussy ringing in your ear. He moans into your mouth as he kisses you again, rutting himself against your inner thigh.

The smell of his cologne lingering in your nose, the sounds of the waves crashing around you, the vibrations of his groans electrifying you within, his strong hands holding you down, you brain was starting to get foggy for the overwhelming sensations. The coil inside your abdomen tightening slowly.

“S-sangyeon- wanna touch you-” You mumble against his lips.

“Please do-” He lets go of your wrists. You hastily untie the drawstring of his shorts and slip your hand under the waistband. Sangyeon lets out a pornographic moan as soon as your soft hand grabs his cock. His oozing precum making it easy for you to fist his length up and down in a fast pace.

He curls his fingers inside, hitting that delicious spot inside you that you could never reach on your own. You continue to fist his cock vigorously, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.

“I-I’m gonna-” You whine.

“That’s it. Cum on my fingers sweetheart. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He adds a third finger inside you, stretching your walls even further. Your orgasm hits you right away after a few pumps of his fingers inside you.

Your brain fogs up for a moment as you catch your breath before coming back to earth. When you open your eyes to see Sangyeon you see him looking back at you sucking on his fingers as he savors the taste of you.

“Taste sweeter than I imagined.” He releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop. The sight almost making you wet again.

Sangyeon lends his hand to help you sit up from your position, your chest bumping into his in the process. Your eyes widen when you suddenly realize Sangyeon didn’t reach his high with you.

“Oh- you didn’t get to-”

“Don’t worry about me, okay? I can take care of it myself. Wanted to make you feel good.” He softly smiled while caressing your cheek. He was more interested in you reaching your high above anything else to be honest.

“But I want to…” You shyly look away as you admit this to him. “Been wanting to show how thankful I was for you saving my life…” You cheeks blush.

Sangyeon lets out a chuckle, his fingers holding your chin up to look at him.

“Is that so?” He smirks.

“Y-yeah.”

“If you insist.” He leans closer to your face. “As long as I get to come over your place and…” His other hand sliding between your legs, squeezing your inner thigh in the process.

“… You wear that cute little bikini you were wearing the last time I saw you. Deal?”

You smile at his suggestion as you graze your fingers delicately over his clothed erection, making him lightly gasp at your touch.

“Deal.”

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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The Sovereign Beauty // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, loss of virginity (socially constructed theory ok), swearing, discussions around sex/consent (jason is a consent KING ok)

Summary: You can’t tell if the scene in this romance novel is realistic. When Jason finds out why, he offers to help explain.

A/N: the ending sucks, I struggled a lot writing this tbh. It’s so much harder to write first time situations IMO. I also really wanted to balance realism with sexiness. First times are not uber sexy or perfect, but they also don’t have to suck. Picture not mine, found on google.

Aside from the soft croon of Ella Fitzgerald and the occasional shift of a page turning, the apartment was relatively quiet. Gentle rain battered against the windows of Jason’s apartment and the comforting scent of the Bath and Body Works candle you had forced him to accept one day enveloped the two of you.

The tank of a man was sprawled out on the couch with the edges of a crocheted afghan Cass made was tucked around the both of you. Your feet rested in his lap and he occasionally ran his hand over your calf.

Ever since you started dating Jason Todd, days like this were some of your favorites. He brewed some tea, you set out some pastries you picked up from the bagel under your apartment, and the two of you just spent some time reading. No fancy dates, no expectations, just the two of you relaxing.

He was reading through The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett and you had picked up some Tessa Bailey novel that the librarians were raving about. You were past the halfway point of the book and one particular scene caught your eye.

“What’s got you looking like that?” Jason asked, pushing his foot against your thigh. You shrugged and lowered the book so you could see his teal eyes.

“I just…can’t tell if this is realistic,” you admitted.

“Isn’t that a romance novel? Haven’t I wooed you enough.”

You let out a snort and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t know. I’ve never, y’know.”

“I’m not picking up what you’re laying down here, babe.”

You wordlessly handed him the book and he set his down in his lap so he could give his full attention to the words in front of him. His eyebrows climbed higher with every sentence he read and you bit your lip as heat crept higher into your cheeks.

“We can have kitchen sex if you want,” he finally said.

“It’s not the location,” you explained. “But the act itself.”

Now he was really curious. Jason stuck a bookmark in between the pages of both yours and his novel before setting them on the coffee table. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Vibrators exist for a reason, Todd. I’ve just never had one due to someone else.”

He sat up from his reclined position. “Woah, no one has ever gotten you off before? Who the fuck have you been sleeping with?”

“No one. I’m a virgin and before you come at me with the whole virginity is a social construct thing, I know. I just couldn’t think of a way to phrase that.”

Jason pursed his lips in thought and for a moment you were nervous. He was a great guy and a perfect gentleman. He walked you home after dates, paid for meals, read intersectional feminist literature without prompting, knocked transphobes around, and extorted and threatened politicians who got handsy with their interns on the regular. Surely he wouldn’t judge you for having never fucked someone else.

“Do you want to? Have sex with someone else? I’m cool if you don’t want to. Asexuality is valid and relationships don’t need sex to function.”

“No, no! I want to. I do.”

“Okay.” His eyes raked over you and his gaze darkened. “That’s cool too.”

You don’t know where you got such confidence but you released your lower lip from the trap your teeth held it in, noticing how his eyes followed, and licked your lips before continuing. “I would like it if you were my first. If that’s something you want.”

“Yeah,” he blurted out. “That’s…yeah. I can do that.”

The two of you fell silent once more as you averted your gazes and studied the bare walls of his apartment. “Jason?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you please fuck me?”

“God yes.” His hands slid under your thighs and he hauled you up into his lap, your legs straddling his waist. Calloused, scar riddled hands slid up under your shirt as he kissed you. His lips were always so warm and soft, but now there was a strength in his kiss that had never been there before. He nipped at your bottom lip and you sighed, letting him slip his tongue in. He took control easily, but then again, you weren’t resisting.

“I want to lay some ground rules,” Jason said when he pulled away. His voice had lost its teasing edge and instead, he sounded more like the Red Hood than just Jason. You sat up straighter and rested your hands on his shoulders so you could focus all of your attention on him.

“We’re gonna go slow and I’m going to keep asking questions, even if you’re sick of my voice. My focus is on you and you alone. Don’t worry about me. Don’t even think. Just relax, okay?” His palms slid up your thighs and rested on your ass. “At any point you want to stop, you say it. You say stop, we stop. No questions asked.”

You nodded and he tipped your chin up so your eyes met. “How do you feel?”

“Nervous,” you admitted. “But I trust you.”

Jason grinned, crooked and charming and handsome and fuck you were so lucky. He effortlessly hoisted you up into his arms and carried you to his bedroom before setting you on his bed.

He bent down and captured your lips in a searing kiss once more. Carefully, Jason slid his hands under your shirt and started to push the fabric up your body.

“This okay?” he asked, low and quiet. You nodded and he continued his work, lips latching onto your collarbone and sucking. You were both overwhelmed and completely lost, but you didn’t want him to stop. Jason slid your shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere in his room before yanking off his own top.

You knew he was sculpted like a Greek god, but this was beyond your wildest dreams. He was all muscle and flushed skin, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath. Your gaze fell on the thick y-shaped scar that spanned the length of his torso and you grimaced. You traced your finger down the puffy ridges of the scar, starting from his navel, and he watched as your hand climbed higher before coming to rest over his beating heart. He caught your wrist in his larger hand and drew your palm up to his lips for the tenderest of kisses.

“I’m here,” he promised. “And I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

“I know.” Your smile was tight and he eased it with a tender kiss. Jason eased you back to lay on the bed as he hovered over you. You ran your hands along his muscled back, feeling them tense and flutter under your touch. Jason trailed kisses from your jaw to your shoulder and down between the valley of your breasts and along your stomach before coming to rest at the edge of your pants. He glanced up at you and grinned.

“Hi,” you teased, feeling more than a little breathless.

“This okay to remove?”

That gave you a pause. You wanted this, you did. But the idea of being completely bare and naked in front of someone made fear boil up in your stomach and settle in your chest. Jason took note of the indecision and turmoil that flitted across your features and he moved up so you were chest to chest, face to face.

“Alright, talk me through it,” he said. “We can stop if you want to stop.”

“No. I just…I’ve never…No one has ever seen me like this.”

He softened, if that was at all possible, and reached up to stroke his thumb across your cheek. Jason thought for a moment and then leaned in, his lips a breath away from yours before he started murmuring.

“The sovereign beauty which I do admire.” He placed a kiss against your lips and traveled down.

“Witness the world how worthy to be praised.” A kiss placed on your jaw.

“The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire..” A gentle press of lips on your sternum, teal eyes still locked with yours.

“In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised.” One breast received a feather-light kiss.

“That being now with her huge brightness dazed.” The other breast.

“Base thing I can no more endure to view.” He mouthed the words as he slid his lips across the skin of your stomach, fingers tracing dips and curves and rolls and stretch marks before he stopped once more above the spot that ached with want and need.

“But looking still on her, I stand amazed, at wondrous sight of so celestial hue.”

You pushed his hair away from his face, tugging on the white streak at the front of his hair and nodded. He watched you as his fingers deftly slid your pants down your legs until you were nearly bare before him, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear.

Jason dropped your pants onto the ground and got rid of his own sweats. He swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat as he took in the sight of you. He leaned down and ghosted a kiss to your thigh. You jolted in surprise and he rubbed his hands over your waist in reassurance.

“Doing so well for me. What do you want, baby?”

“Touch me, please,” you breathed. “Want you to touch me.”

He grinned, something sharper and more fierce than he had been. Jason’s teeth enclosed around the band of your panties and he dragged them down to your ankles before licking his way up to your inner thighs. You whimpered as he spread your legs, exposing your glistening folds. He moved so he was sitting against the headboard and pulled you to rest back against his chest, your legs held apart by his. He slid his hands down to cup your cunt and you shuddered against him.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he praised. “So wet. I can tell you’re gonna take me so well. I just wanna warm you up. Tell me, baby, have you ever touched yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasped out. He traced his fingers around the lips of your cunt and then dipped one finger into your entrance, carefully testing the waters. “Didn’t feel as good as this.”

Jason hummed as he slowly began to circle your clit. Your breathing hitched as sparks of pleasure shot through your core and you moved to close your legs instinctively but his strong thighs held you open. He tutted against the shell of your ear and enclosed the cartilage with his teeth, tugging lightly.

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Keep those legs spread while I take care of you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Feels so good, Jay.”

“I know, baby. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna hear you make pretty noises. Wanna see you fall apart.” As his thumb applied gentle, even strokes to your clit, one of his other fingers dipped down to your entrance and he hummed as he carefully pressed in. Your hips started to rise and he chuckled as his other hand came to rest on your stomach, keeping you pressed against his chest.

“So tight and warm. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock. You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

You nodded, your eyes shut as the pleasure built slowly. Jason slipped his finger fully inside of you and you gasped at the slight burn that followed. His finger was thicker and longer than yours and reached a part of you that had never been touched.

“How are you doing, baby?” Jason asked, all but his thumb stilled. You blearily blinked up at him, savoring the sight of his messy dark hair and warm eyes. Rarely did people get to see him like this and here he was, all for you.

“M’okay. Just surprised me.”

“Good to keep going?” You nodded in response to his question and then moaned as he drew his finger out and plunged it back in. He pumped the digit in and out of your pussy while simultaneously brushing gentle strokes across your clit. You had orgasmed before on your fingers and your vibrator, but this was new and different and amazing. It wasn’t you in control. You had placed all of the control in Jason’s hands and you trusted him to not hurt you. Based on how he was taking care of you, you had made the right decision.

“Slight pressure,” he warned before he added a second finger. You stifled a gasp and bit down on your lip but he leaned forward and tugged your lip free with his teeth. “I told you. I want to hear your pretty voice. Sing for me, sweetheart.”

“Your neighbors are going to kill you.”

He grinned against your shoulder, fingers pumping and twisting and stretching you as his thumb pulled you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. A low moan escaped you and his smile grew, as did the tightening in your stomach. It felt like a cord that was being stretched thin and you couldn’t stop the whimpers that slipped past your tongue until it snapped and your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as your body seized against his constant touch.

“There we go. Let go, baby. I gotcha.” Jason’s murmurs started to make sense again once your mind fluttered back down to earth. He slid his fingers out of you and your cunt clenched around the empty space he had filled seconds before, a whine slipping out of you at the loss. Jason kissed your shoulder and moved out from under you, supporting you with one arm as he laid you back on the mattress. He stripped out of his boxers quickly and then paused at the end of the bed.

“If you want to stop, we can stop now and do this another night,” he said. You took in the sight of him standing above you, cock heavy and flush as it hung between his legs, sweat glistening across his skin and dark hair tousled, and that hungry look in his eyes…

“I’m gonna be really mad if you don’t fuck me now,” you snorted. His only reply was grabbing a foil packet and a small bottle out of the nightstand drawer. Jason tore the condom packet and slid it onto his shaft in one smooth move before he grabbed the lube bottle. You moved onto your knees and reached out for the lube, hand held expectantly. He raised a brow but squirted it onto your fingers and you wrapped your hand around his dick and coated the condom in lube. He groaned at the contact and pulled you in for another kiss, his breath short and panting into your mouth.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come right here and now,” he grunted. You pulled away with a laugh and laid back down, watching as he kneeled on the bed and approached you with care. Jason lowered himself down, his face hovering over yours. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you blinked up at him. All the fears and horrors other women had whispered to you were coming to the forefront now. It would hurt, you would bleed, you could tear, the thoughts kept going until he kissed you again.

“Doing okay?”

“You’ll go slow, right?”

He nodded and reached down so he could hold his cock, rubbing the head against your folds. You shivered at the foreign sensation and he paused until you nodded again. Jason carefully positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his cock in, only slipping the head in for now. You sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion and reached out to grasp something, anything. He caught your hand and entwined your fingers together, holding your arm down onto the mattress as she thrust tiny, shallow strokes to get you used to the feeling.

“Want me to recite another poem? Shakespeare? Browning?” he joked. You giggled despite yourself and felt yourself relax, giving him the chance to ease further in. The stretch hurt a bit, but Jason went slow and made sure you were relaxed. Occasionally, the pain would intensify and you would tighten up, but he was there in an instant with a joke or a soothing touch. Jason kept you laughing as he slid fully inside of you and gave an experimental thrust. A moan punched out of your lungs and he grinned before rolling his hips.

What a sight he was to behold. His hair fell over his sweaty forehead and his pupils nearly devoured his iris as lust burned through him. Jason had been so patient and kind through this that when the pain turned to pure pleasure, you didn’t hesitate to tilt your chin up, brush your lips against his jaw, and whisper two words.

“Wreck me.”

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into you. You scrambled for purchase on his back, nails digging into his skin as he sheathed himself in your cunt. The once painful stretch was now a brilliant, overwhelming bliss that stole the air from your lungs and made your legs tremble even when you wrapped them around his waist.

“Squeezing me so good,” he moaned. “So fucking good. God, you’re perfect. Fucking amazing. Want to just feel you always.”

“Jay.” His name was a high, broken whine on your lips. He pressed his forehead against yours as you rocked into his thrusts, chasing the high that was building once more. Hearing his groans and praises made your head spin and blood race. Jason’s thrusts grew sloppier and then his hips were stuttering in their moves before slowing. He continued thrusting, even as he emptied out into the condom, and reached down to circle your clit and help you finish once again. Your cunt clenched around his softening cock and he pitched forward, burying his face in the pillow next to you until your orgasm faded and he could pull his overstimulated shaft out of you.

You laid there, boneless and breathless, as he got up and disposed of the condom. You were exhausted but satiated. Unfortunately, Jason wouldn’t let you roll over and fall asleep just yet.

“Nope. I’m grabbing you some water and then you need to use the bathroom. I have lived with too many women to know that UTIs are a bitch.” Jason hauled you up like you weighed nothing and promptly set you on your feet in front of the bathroom. He kissed the top of your head and disappeared into the kitchen.

Five minutes later, you were bundled in one of his shirts and sweatpants on the couch using Jason’s chest as a pillow. His hand stroked lazily up and down your side and you nestled closer to his touch.

“How are you feeling? Was that okay?” If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he sounded almost insecure. You moved so your chin rested on his chest and you could meet his gaze before replying.

“Everyone says the first time is nothing special. They’re all fucking liars. Thank you. I wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else.”

“First person and hopefully last,” he grumbled. “Good luck getting rid of me.”

“That poem you were saying…”

His lips lifted in a small smile and he nodded. “I never finished it.” Jason drew you closer to him and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So when my tongue would speak her praises due, it stopped is with thought's astonishment.” A kiss to your cheek.

“And when my pen would write her titles true, it ravish'd is with fancy's wonderment.” The other cheek.

“Yet in my heart I then both speak and write the wonder that my wit cannot endite*.” He lowered his lips to yours and you couldn’t stop grinning into the kiss.

* poem is Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti III

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji

synopsis: Being in a three-year-old relationship with your boyfriend is never a hard task considering how collected, composed, and matured he can be.

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication

─── ୨୧ notes: I got my heart broken once again, by a different guy 💔 this pain is unbearable and to stabilize my mental, I'm doing a drabble of the loml akaashi. Question: where to find an Akaashi Keiji? Comment your ideas! ... And feedback, thank you, and happy reading xoxo.

It was supposed to be a date, a date both you and Akaashi planned. A date to reconnect you both after weeks away from each other. It wasn't a problem for Akaashi since he's rarely going out for work but works at home instead but it was the otherwise for you, you are a flight attendant, always traveling and not home but today you supposed to be back after almost two weeks staying in London, England but a scene broke off that you had delayed your way home two days after. To make matter worse, you accidentally lost your phone at the airport during your work hours.

You've had to try calling him a few times but he wasn't picking up. After the problem was solved you didn't waste a single minute but to get home fast. You need to see your boyfriend. He might be getting worried about your whereabouts and well-being. The next wink, you entered the apartment, you could almost sense the clouded-over surroundings, the curtains is not pushed or tucked away like usual. It was dimmed. You put aside the luggage and stroll to your bedroom. The bathroom is running, so you assumed that he was bathing. You sit on the bed hitting yourself with a strong minty cologne of his. That sweet, peppermint smell hints at a tinge of his lavender-flavored shampoo.

As soon as the faucet closed, you stood up straight like you are in the military. The bathroom door slid open and his sight came into view. His half-bare and damp sight with a clean towel top his disheveled hair. He stops on his tracks, eyes moving from your feet to your face. You croak a nervous smile his way but he stood there, not saying anything.

You try to put on your acts, trying not to be so obvious by the fact that you are overwhelmed by his presence after nearly a month of not seeing each other.

'I missed you.' You said, eyes moving around the room watching him rummage through the closet to put on his shirt and short pant 'Yeah, me too.' He throws aside the towel on the bed and moves outside leaving you in utter disbelief. You try to maintain your cool despite the anger and heat building up in you. You stare at the spot he was at earlier, and pick up the towel he tossed away to go and shower, yourself.

You've had to compose your emotion, after bathing you strut your way to his on the couch 'Why are you like this? Are you fine?' You put the back of your palm to his forehead and he lets you be before he momentarily yanks his face 'I was worried, sick. I wonder where could've you been? Why haven't you answered my calls, and why you ditched me on that date? I was... Worried.' You try to reason with yourself but he cuts you off 'Do you know I was worried! And...! That date, was supposed to be our date, the one you promise to be at to spend our time together. You know, these days, it's fewer attempts from you to reconnect us again...' A hitch breath stuck on your throat, it's tight and suffocating. One more word coming from him, you are sure you'll break down in guilt.

Tears began to form in your eyes, you tilt your head back to dry the tear off and wipe the access 'I... I'm sorry... Something happened that day, when I was supposed to get back and my phone... I lost it, I try calling you a few times using co-worker's phone but you didn't pick up... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Keiji, I'm sorry that it seems like I haven't done enough these past weeks, I'm so, so sorry... I will do better-' He immediately brings an arm around you, his palm on your torso to pull you closer. The tears you fight back so greatly earlier fell like endless rain. You clutch on his shirt as you sobs from guilt and fatigue.

Once you calmed down, Akaashi push you away just a few inches to get a closer look at your face, your eyes swollen and tear-stained, your nose red and almost runny. You sniffle and groan at the same time, your nose clogged from crying and you try to unblock it with a harsh stroke of your nose. He took your balling fists, gripping them and bringing them closer to his cheek, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms and occasionally left kisses on your hand.

'My fault. I didn't hear your side of the story at first but can't help by feeling upset. That was so unlike me. I guarantee you, it'll never happen again. Sorry, Y/n.' You jump on him, hands on his neck burying your face in between his shoulder and collarbone.

'We are both at fault but partially mine if you think about it, and it's okay to show your unusual self to me. I fell in love with you who are you, not only the perfect, mature, and composed Keiji.' He fondled your back leaving featherlight kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really tacky like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

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Akaashi Keiji has a secret. One that he’s sure people might be surprised by if they found out.

He has a deep, prevailing love for classical ballet. He’s not sure when it started. Perhaps when his parents took him to a Nutcracker performance when he was barely eight years old. To this day, he spends hours of his free time watching videos online, and reads about the history of the art form. He even convinces his mother to take him to see live performances on occasion.

There's something so romantic and expressive about dancing. The way the dancers can convey emotion through their body, with no words at all—it’s absolutely fascinating. Keiji admires them so much. He wishes he could be like that.

He doesn’t tell anyone. He’s not ashamed, just cautious. Dance should not be a gendered interest, but alas, society is strange. His friends and most of his teammates already know he’s gay. No need to push the stereotype further, right?

What he doesn’t predict is that his best friend (and secret crush), Bokuto Koutarou, is apparently also a fan.

“Akaashi!” The older boy exclaims, right over his shoulder. “Is that the Australian Ballet?”

Keiji flinches, scrambling to switch off his phone. “Bokuto-san,” he scowls, “it’s very rude to eavesdrop.”

“Oh, sorry!” Koutarou plops down next to him. Their futons are close, much too close, and Keiji can smell his mint shampoo. It’s distracting. “But seriously, is it?”

Keiji shoots a nervous look around. Most of the training camp attendees are either taking turns in the bath or wandering around campus, enjoying the warm evening. Only Komi is here, casually lounging with a magazine on the other side of the room. “Ah, um, yes,” he nods. “You’re familiar with ballet, Bokuto-san?”

The other boy nods enthusiastically. “My sister does it! My other sister and I tried it when we were younger, too!”

Surprised, Keiji stares. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah! I still do exercises I learned back then. It’s good for flexibility and to strengthen muscles. People don’t know how much of a workout ballet is! It’s really hard.”

Again Keiji nods, awkwardly shuffling on his futon so that he and Koutarou are sitting thigh-to-thigh. “Would you… like to watch the rest of this with me, Bokuto-san?”

Koutarou answers with a beaming smile.

They make it a habit of watching dance videos together. Koutarou is surprisingly knowledgable about the different companies, even mentioning specific dancers and performances. It’s odd, only because he never watches or talk about it otherwise. Perhaps he’s shy about his interest, too?

It isn’t until one evening, when Koutarou is staying the night at his house, that he discovers the truth.

Keiji is eager to show his crush the souvenir program her purchased after seeing a performance of La Sylphide two years ago. He carefully passes it to Koutarou, wondering if the other boy will be surprised, or maybe even jealous that Keiji was able to attend such a special, sold-out show.

But instead—

“Oh! My sister was in this!”

Keiji freezes. He turns slowly to look at his friend, unsure if he heard correctly. “What?”

“Yeah, she was made principal ballerina that year!”

Keiji frowns. “Your sister… performed with the National Ballet of Japan?”

“Yeah!” Koutarou grins. “She was there for two years, until she went overseas. I miss her so much.”

“Wait a minute.” Keiji is having trouble trusting his own ears. Because it sounds like Koutarou is insinuating… but no, that can’t be it. Can it? Suddenly frantic, he flips through the program, until he find the cast profiles. He leans in to look at the lead female dancer. A familiar face in the modern ballet scene. He blinks, turning to look at Koutarou, and then back at the woman on the page.

Intense golden eyes. A wide, toothy smile. Silvery hair, with just a hint of black at the roots. “Bokuto-san,” he croaks, “is your sister… Bokuto Kai?”

Koutarou chuckles. “Well, yeah! That’s my Kai! Isn’t she so cool?”

Keiji chokes on nothing. He sputters, enough for his friend to reach over and pat his back consolingly.

“You okay, ‘kaashi?”

Is he okay? Keiji doesn’t know. The fact that his best friend’s sister is one of the most well-known ballet dancers in Japan, the world even, is actively shifting his reality.

“So… I guess you’re a fan?” Koutarou smiles in obvious amusement.

“Y-yes,” Keiji admits, thoroughly shaken. “I am. She’s incredible.”

One year later, Keiji is standing frozen in the threshold of his now-boyfriend, Koutarou’s family home. He’s been here many times, and spent time with most of the family. But the person at the door is not anyone he’s met before.

But oh, he knows her well.

“Ah, you must be Akaashi!” Kai Bokuto is short, the crown of her head barely reaching Keiji’s shoulders, but her immaculate posture seems to expand her presence. She’s wearing a cotton hoodie and leggings, her silver hair tossed over one shoulder in a long braid.

She’s a vision.

Keiji’s mouth drops open. He blinks. “B-Bokuto-san, um, hi! Hello there. You… um, I… well...” His words stumble out of him like dominos. He’s never felt so inarticulate in his entire life.

Kai laughs. “Please, call me Kai! I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, Keiji-kun!”

When Keiji finds his boyfriend inside, he greets him with a light punch to the shoulder. “You could have warned me she was here,” he hisses, “I just made a fool of myself.”

Koutarou snorts. “You’re such a fanboy!”

“Shut it.”

It turns out, Kai and Keiji have a lot more in common than a love for ballet. Both of them love literature, poetry and art history. Kai regales him with stories of her time in Europe—including her recent stint in Paris, thes city Keiji wants to visit more than anything.

They also happen to be quite protective of Koutarou.

“He’s very important to me,” she says, as they watch Keiji’s boyfriend hurry to help his mother in the kitchen. “He means the world to all of us, really. It doesn’t matter how tall or strong he gets—he’ll still be our baby Kou.”

Keiji grins softly. “Yeah.”

They exchange numbers that first night, and stay in touch when Kai flies back to France for her next set of performances. She regularly sends him photos, poems, news articles, and of course, updates on the Parisian ballet scene. They ask each other advice on outfits and home design.

“Ya know, I’m starting to think you like her more than me,” Koutarou pouts, one morning when they are curled up in Keiji’s tiny dorm bed.

“Are you jealous?” Keiji raises one eyebrow.

“Hmm,” Koutarou hums, “maybe a little…”

Giggling, Keiji turns in his hold, leaning up to touch noses. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll always be my number one star.” The comment seems to light a fire in Koutarou, whose face splits into a brilliant smile as he pulls Keiji in tighter. “Promise?”

Keiji smiles back. “Always.”

I love the idea that Keiji gets along great with Koutarou’s sisters, and admires them (almost) as much as his boyfriend. The idea for Kai being a ballerina was inspired by the beautiful artwork of Temari! I just can’t get the idea out of my mind.

Please, if you enjoyed this, reblog and comment! It really helps me out. 🥰❤️

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #my writing #writing #drabble #bokuto sisters #ficlet #oneshot #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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What if taming brat Dream was more visual and literal? When Dream is bratty and in need of discipline from Hob, he becomes Nightmare? And Hob needs to give this eldritch horror being special attention to get him to submit and turn back into sweet and docile Dream?

-🪽anon

Morpheus being a literal Nightmare as a sub? Oh hell yeah, I just know that Hob would be so into that.

It's great, because he gets visual clue for when his lover really needs to be disciplined. Spanking, corner time, ruined orgasms - Hob has a range of disciplining methods on offer. With Nightmare, he generally has to use all of them at some point.

It will never not be Hob’s favourite thing in the entire world to see a very grumpy eldritch creature with 16 eyes and several sets of pincers standing petulantly against the wall, stamping clawed feet against the ground and pouting as Hob counts down the minutes of Nightmare's allotted time for 'silent reflection'.

And yes, his eardrums do tend to burst when that aforementioned Nightmare screams through a paddling session. But that's ok. It's generally an accident. Calling Hob a "jumped up little cockroach" is not an accident however, and neither is biting his ankle, so obviously Nightmare does need a firmer hand sometimes.

Yeah, it's generally the ruined orgasms that do it. That's when the eyes start to diminish in number and the limbs become less triple-jointed. By the time Hob has squeezed down on his poor, abused cock for the third time, its almost always Dream lying in his arms and sobbing out his apologies.

Of course, Dream and Nightmare both get aftercare. The bath that Hob gently deposits his lover in after the scene is literally scalding hot (for Nightmare) and scented with lavender (for Dream). And there's always chocolate (for everyone). Hob loves all facets of his lover so much. Although he will wait for the bath to cool down before joining in!

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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elexuscal · 5 months

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Ficlet prompt idea! Interactions between ART and Pin-Lee and/or Mensah in the time after NE but before SC.

More thoughts if you wanted more inspiration than a single line. Does Pin-Lee teach ART some new curses ('cause ART curses alot more in this book, and I wanna blame Pin-Lee like how Rhatti mentions the overlap between MB and Pin-Lee's curse vocab)? How great would their banter be, lawyer vs know-it-all-AI?!

Is ART still kinda shy/excited by meeting Mensah?

Thank you~ I really love your work!!!

Awwww thank you very much!

Oh man i was so spoiled for choice here but i really really struggled to think of an interesting take on this

Big thank you to @specialagentartemis who i paraphrased a significant chunk of this from as well as general Vibes

Asshole vs Asshole

So here's the thing. Here's the fucking thing, okay?

Twenty-three days. Twenty-three fucking days of waiting, of worrying, of preparing. Of nearly chewing her own arm off. Of thinking she was walk into a fucking blood bath.

And the Preservation Alliance rescue team finally gets to the scene of the crime, and no one is dead. Which is fucking good, obviously. Okay. She gets it. No one's dead, no one's lost any limbs, and praise the dark gods of yesteryear, no one has even been kidnapped. This is literally better than the best-case scenarios they concocted.

But surely, surely, Pin-Lee can't be the only one who thinks it is fucking weird to be having tea with the person who did the kidnapping in the fist place?

"Thank you, Perihelion," Ayda says, as a shiny blue drone finishes pouring tea into a cup. Just a whiff and a glance is all Pin-Lee needs to know it was brewed exactly the way Dr. Mensah prefers it.

The drone turns to hover to her. It pours a drink into her own mug. Pin-Lee glares at it.

Ayda doesn't look at her, doesn't so much as tilt her head. But they've worked together for a long, long time now, and Pin-Lee nonetheless reads the subtler body language. She grinds out, "Thank you."

She sips the drink. It is coffee and it is extremely bitter and it's warm-but-not-quite-hot and Pin-Lee has a sneaking suspicion it is at least a few hours old.

[You're welcome~] Perihelion's trills as the drone zooms away.

Peri. Fucking. Helion.

Turns out, it's the one that orchestrated this whole thing. The super-secret advanced spaceship that SecUnit apparently befriended while it was off on its journey of self-discovery or whatever decided that it knew exactly who could handle its little pest control problem, and hadn't much cared which innocent civilians got stuck in the cross-fire.

"There were extenuating circumstances," SecUnit had explained, face set like it was ready for a fight.

"It's all fine, water under the bridge," Ratthi had said. "No harm done really."

"Except for the new layers of fresh trauma," Overse had groused.

"But we're handling that, too," Arada had said, with a too-bright smile. "And it's a good thing we're here to help the colonists."

"Yeah yeah and you should see ART's hydroponics bay, it's super cool," said Amena, tugging on her arm.

So suffice to say she was kind of getting some Mixed Signals about this whole thing.

But okay! Corporates descending to steal the livelihoods of hundreds of innocents! Fine! There's a lot at stake! And this is what Pin-Lee is good at, and (sort of) what she was dragged along to handle, so she is willing to put this all aside for the greater good.

Pin-Lee sips at her under-handed-insult coffee and reads over the legal feed documents of this whole cluster-fuck of a case. "Okay," she says at last. "Okay, this is salvageable. But I'm going to need to some more info before I can fully revise this.."

"Of course," says the captain of The Perihelion, a note of genuine relief in his otherwise professional voice. "What do you need?"

"1: A full list of all the symptoms associated with the contamination, and its speed of spread. That'll influence what level of breach this is classified under. 2: Estimates for all of the colonists deaths that were directly caused due to their being stranded. 3: Monetary evaluation of all the colonists' remaining assets..."

"Of course," the captain agrees

Which is fine. Except fifteen minutes later some teenager not-much-older-than-Amena shows up and hands Pin-Lee a stack of paper.

"What's this?" Pin-Lee says, her eyes immediately skidding off of the hand-written tables and charts.

"That's our evaluation of the colonists' assets, like you asked for," the teenager (Turi?) says.

Pin-Lee looks at Turi, to the papers, and back at Turi again. "Can I get this in the feed?"

"Well.... You can..." Turi says, a bit of red in their cheeks. "But..."

"But no guarantee the numbers won't be doctored there," calls Karime from the other side of the lounge.

Teeth grinding in the back of her mouth, Pin-Lee manages, "What?"

[My numbers are perfectly accurate,] Perihelion protests. [It is hardly my fault if none of you are capable of following the calculations.]

Martyn snorts. "It would help if you bothered explaining all your sources."

[Find them yourself.]

Pin-Lee can barely believe what she's hearing. "Are you telling me... that your AI keeps fucking with the numbers so bad that you need to get a teenager to do the accounts by hand."

"I'm not a teenager, I'm twenty-three." Pin-Lee huffs; as if that's a meaningful difference. "And I'm a very, very good accountant." Turi pauses, then admits, "But that's the long and short of it, yes."

Pin-Lee can't help it. She drops her head to the table and hides it under her arms.

[Do you have a problem with this state of affairs?] the very aptly re-named Asshole Research Transport oozes in her private feed.

[You really don't need me to answer that.]

[You're right. I don't.]

She uncurls her finger and makes a rude gesture. Presumably one of its thousands of cameras will see it.

That summons SecUnit into the conversation. [Are you two fucking with each other again?]

[No,] they say in unison.

[Cut it out,] SecUnit says, and then drops away. Truly a master of conflict resolution, that one.

'I'll cut it out when you learn to make nicer friends', she almost sends, but catches the obvious come-back and stops herself. Instead she takes sip of her shitty coffee and gets to work trying to interpret hand-written accounts.

#murderbot diaries #network effect #system collapse #i want nothing more than ART and Pin-Lee to get on like a house on fire #'is that a good thing or a bad thing?'#yes #don't worry having someone to snipe at is enrichment for both of them #fanfic

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cherryrainn · 11 months

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Could you please do a onceler caring for sick reader plzzz like hurt/comfort sort thing that would be really good 😊

ooh yes, this is gonna be so cute. also props to this person for giving me all these awesome ideas!

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— your presence is an antidote

onceler x sick!reader

the morning sun gently bathed the room in a warm, golden glow as you stirred in bed, feeling utterly drained and unwell. every muscle in your body ached, and even the slightest movement sent waves of discomfort through your weakened frame. as you weakly shifted in bed, you heard a soft rustling of footsteps approaching.

the door creaked open, and onceler entered, his eyes widening with concern as he took in your pale complexion. with a soft smile, he approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.

"oh no, y/n," onceler exclaimed softly, his voice laced with worry. "you look... miserable. what happened to my bundle of energy? you're supposed to be full of sass and mischief, not sick!"

you mustered a weak smile, grateful for his presence in this moment of vulnerability. "i think i caught a nasty bug. i feel awful."

onceler's expression softened further, and he nodded sympathetically, his fingers brushing gently against your forehead. "well, don't cha worry, y/n! dr. onceler's here to the rescue! i'll make sure you're back on your feet in no time." he said with a chuckle.

with a tender touch, onceler helped you sit up, arranging a mountain of pillows behind your back to provide support. he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth and a glass of water.

"first things first, we need to cool that overheated head of yours," onceler said playfully, placing the cool cloth on your forehead. "and hydration is key, so drink up!"

you sipped the water gratefully, feeling the soothing coolness slide down your throat. onceler settled beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in your discomfort.

"now, you just sit back, relax, and let the expert take care of you," onceler declared with a mischievous wink.

as the day wore on, onceler transformed into your personal nurse. he fetched extra blankets to keep you warm, adjusted the room temperature to your liking, and made sure you had everything within arm's reach. he prepared a steaming cup of herbal tea, its comforting aroma wafting through the room and enveloping you in a sense of warmth.

"you gotta rest and get all your strength back." onceler said gently, urging you to lie back down. "i'll take care of everything, just focus on getting better."

as you settled back into bed, onceler's presence brought a sense of comfort and reassurance. he fetched a stack of your favorite movies, arranged them on the bedside table, and selected a cozy blanket from the closet, carefully tucking it around you.

"and for some extra healing power, i present to you... the magical movie marathon!" onceler proclaimed with a flourish, his voice filled with whimsy. "even though you're sick, that's not gonna stop me from tryna bring a smile to that face."

true to his word, onceler sat beside you, holding your hand as the movies played. he laughed at the funny scenes, mimicked the characters' accents, and occasionally paused to bring you a warm bowl of soup or a cup of hot cocoa.

as the day wore on, you couldn't shake off the feeling of fatigue and a persistent cough that had settled in your chest. concerned, onceler hovered nearby, his brow furrowed with worry. just as you were attempting to sip on a cup of hot tea, a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"well, well, what do we have here? y/n, you feelin' under the weather?" the lorax inquired, peering at you with a mix of concern and amusement.

you nodded weakly, mustering a small smile. "yeah, i'm not feeling so great."

onceler's frown deepened, and he crossed his arms. "yup, y/n's sick. what brilliant plan you got in your mind?" he asks the lorax in a playful manner.

the lorax stroked his mustache, thinking deeply. "well, how about we go sit outside and soak up some fresh air? nature's healing powers are just what the doctor ordered!"

onceler's eyes widened in disbelief, and he quickly interjected, "what? they're not going outside when they're sick! come on, think of something better!"

the lorax scratched his head, his mustache twitching. "hmm, well, in that case, maybe a spoonful of honey mixed with a dash of cinnamon could help soothe their throat."

onceler rolled his eyes, unable to contain his skepticism. "oh, sure, because that's a cure-all! listen, let's leave the remedies to the experts. y/n needs rest, comfort, and some good ol' chicken noodle soup."

the lorax pouted, his voice tinged with disappointment. "alright, if ya' say so. i'm just tryna help, ya' know."

with a wave of his hand, onceler playfully dismissed the lorax. "sure. now, why don't you go check on those trees or something? we'll handle the sick bay here."

you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. onceler's playful banter and ability to create lighthearted moments even in the midst of your illness brought a sense of warmth and comfort.

as you enjoyed the nourishing soup and basked in onceler's care, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence. he may not have needed the lorax's advice, but his own brand of loving attention was exactly what you needed to feel better.

together, you and onceler spent the evening watching your favorite movies, sharing stories, and occasionally bursting into fits of laughter. his company lifted your spirits, making the illness seem like a minor inconvenience rather than a burden.

as night descended, onceler tucked you snugly into his bed, making sure you were warm and cozy. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with tenderness.

"rest well, sleepyhead. tomorrow's a new day, and i got a feeling you'll bounce back with more energy than ever!"

with a final smile and a kiss on the forehead, onceler dimmed the lights and quietly left the room, leaving you to drift off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that you were in the caring hands of someone who loved you deeply.

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euphoricimagination · 6 months

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Summary: after getting comfortable with your new team, some getting too comfortable with you, it's time to retrieve Bachira from Rin; whether you win him back it doesn't affect you, but you probably played too hard, taking a toll to your body

Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -> Masterlist

After taking a shower and eating a meal, you find yourself in the new dorms, this time with four individual beds. You enter the dorm and saw the other three boys there, Barou arranging his bed, Nagi lying with his phone and Isagi just sitting there.

You brought with you the hair dryer, your hair was rapidly getting longer, just enough to use a hair tie in it and to bother your face so you started drying it without a care in the world.

"Anyone listening?" You hear Isagi say

"What?"

"Huh?" You and Nagi ask, both finally paying attention to the boy in front of you. You and Nagi share a look before Barou starts talking

"HEY THERE!" Barou screams "These socks and bath towel, who the hell was the one who just left this on the floor?"

"Socks are mine, i was going to sort them out once i finish doing my hair" you say

"The bath towel is mine, put it in the washing machine" Nagi adds

"Do it yourself! Don't just leave shit on the floor!" Barou reprimands you two

"Don't tell me what to do" you raise your eyebrow

"That's a pain"

Barou keeps arguing with both of you, about how Nagi should dry his hair a bit more or how you should do it less. Isagi was sitting in his bed looking uncomfortable at the scene in front of him, not knowing what to do. Admittedly, you were making things hard for him unintentionally, you weren't this messy normally, but Nagi's laid back attitude was contagious.

"Hey, hey, don't fight! How about we all go to eat together for now?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry yet, plus i need to do some self care" you answer

"I want to watch videos" adds Nagi

"I'm going. You guys! By the time I'm back, have it all sorted out!" Barou says to you, walking to the door with Isagi on his back

After a few minutes, you finished adjusting the bandages on your chest -a much more comfortable option than the tight binder for the night- and were organizing all your clothes and stuff as Nagi lays on the bed.

"Do you always change your points for your phone?" You ask him

"... Yeah, that's why i always make at least 3 goals in each match"

"Makes sense" you walk towards him "what have you been watching this whole time?"

"World soccer sorry plays compilations, i wanted to study some trapping" he says, showing his screen "isn't this guy really good? Makes me want to copy him"

"That guy is Noel Noa" you say incredulous

"Who's that?"

"Move" you say, he does confused as you lay on the bed next to him "that guy is just the best striker in the world right now"

"No wonder, this dude is seriously good" he says, his eyes slightly shining as he focuses again on the screen

"Hahaha" you laugh, petting his hair affectionately, you couldn't help it, despite his intimidating aura and height, he was proving to be really cute "you really don't know anything about soccer, huh? And somehow you're an amazing player, that's not fair"

"Thanks" he adds, you ruffle his hair one more time before turning around and laying on your back, looking at the ceiling, his eyes never left your body as you did this "by the way, is your chest wound or something? You had bandages…"

"Ah that" you sigh, remembering the made up story you had made at the very beginning "i had a surgery a few years ago, one of the things that they made me do to recover properly was to wear tight bandages or a binder so everything was protected, i used them for months ago now i don't feel comfortable letting people see me without them"

"Ah.. Doesn't it hurt when you run?"

"It did in the beginning, it's been years now, so I'm kinda used to it" you look at him, his eyes were showing some curiosity "but i don't mind it, when it starts getting a bit uncomfortable it helps me realize that i can still become stronger"

"Ooohh, that's so cool" he says, his face doesn't show much emotion but you can tell by his voice that the means it

"That means i need to surpass more people before becoming number one, you are one of them, so don't make it easy" you say hoping to motivate him, moving to ruffle his hair again

"I won't"

"Pass me your phone" you turn around again as he gives you his phone, both of you laying side by side once again "if it's trapping, there are other amazing players you could watch like Bergkamp or Ono Shinji"

"Really? Show me, show me"

You stay together watching some videos for a long time, Nagi always seemingly impressed both at your knowledge of the sport and the plays he's watching on his screen.

"I want to try, help me" he says standing up on Barou's bed

"How? We don't even have a ball here" you look at him confused

"It doesn't matter, throw me that cup stand I'll try to trap it"

"Sure, why not?" You laugh, seeing how excited he was. You throw the thing, he was able to trap it perfectly "dude, what the hell!"

"More, more"

You kept doing with almost everything in the room, cups, books, some bowls, everything that has enough surface for Nagi to trap it, he didn't fail a single one as the room started to get even more messy than it was before

"SHIT'S SCATTERED AROUND EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE!" Barou screams once he and Isagi enter the room, you were throwing Nagi a shoe, which he skillfully trap as well

"Yo"

"You can do it with a shoe too?! You're awesome!" You say to him

"What the hell are you doing…." Barou says dangerously

"Somehow, after watching Soccer videos we felt like doing this" answers Nagi

"Nagi Seishirou trap whatever you can championship" you say laughing, making Isagi laugh too

"THAT SHOE IS MINE, GOD DAMN IT!!"

"You wanna try, Barou?" Nagi asks, sitting down on the bed next to you

"Like he'd do it" you say in between laughs, patting Nagi's hair again

"YOU GUYS ARE MORONS!! CLEAN UP AND GO TO EAT BEFORE I PUNCH YOU BOTH!"

"Ok, ok, let's relax" you say, making Barou sigh "let's clean up, Nagi"

"But it's such a pain…" he whines

"I didn't ask, I told you to clean up. Move" you say, pushing him so he stands up. He does it lazily, but still helps you organize things better, as Barou was supervising every move of yours and lightly scolding you if you put something out of place

"I'll finish accommodating things, go to eat" Barou says looking at the clock, it was almost 10 pm

"Thanks…sorry" you say, pushing Nagi towards the door before he lies down on the bed and claimed it was a pain moving "let's go"

"Ahhh” he whines again "carry me Yn"

"I physically can't do that, so move"

"But I'm tiiired" he keeps whining, suddenly moving you in front of him so he can lean his body onto yours "this is better"

"Ugh, Nagi" you scoff, trying to keep walking with Nagi's weight on top. The worst part is that he probably hasn't put all of his weight on you and you were already struggling with it "fine, just for now though. Just because we're close to the cafeteria"

"Okaaay" he drags, you ignore the way his arms pass through your chest, trying heavily not to blush at the fact that a cute boy was practically cuddling on you.

You help him by bringing his dinner to the table, his eyes looking tired as he thanks you. You watch him lazily cut his food, you following his act as you cut your own food

"Tell me Nagi" you call him, his head lazily turning to you "why did you come here?"

"Reo wanted to come so we can become the best players in the world"

"I see, so what about now? You still want to do that?"

"I do, i just realized how interesting soccer can be, so I'm trying to become better so i can do that"

"You're already amazing, can't imagine how even cooler you'll be once you start understanding everything" you say patting his head once again, his face had a very light blush on it

"Thanks..What about you? Why are you here?"

"I had stopped leveling up on my own, so this project was my chance to get better, it would be awesome if i can get to the world level, but I want to get better for myself"

"Ahh, you're cool"

You soon go back to the dorms, with Nagi again resting his weight on you as you walk back to it, and get ready to go to bed. You barely managed to enter the dorm with Nagi on your back, basically throwing him on his bed while you fall beside him, exhausted at the boy

"I hate you" you tell him

"Nah, you don't" he says, passing his arms behind his head "you're weak, but really comfy"

"Fuck you" you say with no illness in your voice

"Ah, you guys are here" Isagi says, entering the room alongside Barou "i have some news about the match"

"Did you confirm it then? The match against Rin?" You ask, sitting up. Isagi nods hos head, bringing a board to plan a strategy

"Right" you hear beside you

"I'll crush them" Barou adds

"I think our opponents will be like this" Isagi draws the names as you take Nagi's t-shirt to forcibly sit him up right before Isagi shows the board. Rin at front, Aryu and Tokimitsu on each side, and Bachira right behind Rin "I'll face Rin in the center, we'll use Yn speed and techniques on the right, so Nagi will go to the left. Barou, you'll be in position to devour the three in front of you as you wish, this formation should be good for us"

"So I'll match against the kid with the bob" Barou says

"I'm against that long ass dude? I guess that's right" you sigh. If you already looked like a smurf next to Nagi, you can't imagine how much smaller you'll be next to Aryu when he was slightly taller than the white hair

"And I'm against Tomitsu, that dude with self esteem issues" adds Nagi, leaning his weight on you again. How and why did he get so comfortable with you, you have no idea

"Yeah, if we win this match we'll win the second selection. Let's hit them with all we've got!"

"Like any of us is good at containing ourselves" you say taking Nagi's arms out of you before he falls asleep, going to your own bed "if you don't mind, I'll be sleeping now. I had to carry this dude to and from the cafeteria and I'm tired"

"I didn't even put all of my weight in, you'd have crumble if i did" he says lazily, also properly laying on his bed

"Shut up" you add as Isagi chuckles, he turns off the lights "if any of you slacks off I'll kick your ass tomorrow"

"Like a brat like you could" Barou answers

"We'll win" Isagi says, everyone starting to fall asleep. A brand new day was about to start.

+++

You were in the field waiting for the other team to arrive, surprisingly, nobody seemed nervous, if anything everybody was getting excited about passing the second selection.

You were doing some light warm ups when you hear both Nagi and Barou say something, feeling a hand in your hair before you could question them

"Your hair! Despite being on the shorter side, it shines! And it's so soft too! What hair treatment do you use?" Aryu says to you, his eyes shining as if your hair was the most wonderful thing ever

"...just the one that's is on the showers, like everybody else" you answer before hitting his hand away "and don't touch my hair"

"Oh, my mistake. Your hair looks so healthy that I couldn't stop myself, you also have this androgenous look, you almost look like a girl, in the best way possible of course. I'm just so weak at stylish things. I'm honored to face someone with such a style, let's shake hands" he rambles, the only thing you could think of, besides how weird he was being, was about how huge he was, you couldn't even reach his shoulders.

"Nice to meet you. Let's have a good match, Jyubei-san" you say shaking his hand, his eyes widen before he freaks out

"Stop it, that name is my only unstylish point…" he kept rambling about how his name was his complex and started doing some poses, things that startled you before you could feel a hand in your arm pulling you away from the long haired boy doing poses.

"Get back, he's getting annoying" Nagi says with his characteristic monotone voice, pulling you slightly behind him

"Is he actually any good?" You ask him

"At soccer at least"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU! GET IN YOUR FUCKING POSITIONS AND LET'S GET STARTED" Barou screams, sending Tokimitsu into a big, before ramble about how confident people never had experience failure, making Barou visibly annoyed as he tells Isagi that he was going to match up with the nervous boy, trying to lift him up from the floor -and failing-.

"If he does that, that means you'll be with Bachira, is that alright Nagi?" You ask him

"Hmmm, sorry, can I be selfish too? Unless I'm playing someone who can get my pulse racing there'll be no point in having left Reo. I want to play against the number one over there. I want to get stronger" he says, you cross eyes with Isagi, you giving him a nod as you pat Nagi's back

"Ok, but if you lose I'll be stepping in to crush him" Isagi answers

"Me too, i want to humble that annoying dude"

You change positions as you wait for the match to stay, Itoshi Rin kicking it off.

He immediately passes to Bachira, who encounters Isagi right away, you see Nagi was nearby in case Bachira wanted to pass him as he notices how much Isagi has evolved in this short time. Suddenly Barou tries to steal Bachira's ball, which ends up with him having to pass to Tokimitsu, but the ball ends up being taken by Isagi.

You start running ahead as Isagi passes to Nagi, who immediately gets marked by Rin, a perfect spacing between them to the point that no matter what Nagi did, Rin had an advantage. Nagi jumps, his and kicks the ball sideways, his eyes locking with yours for a second as you understand his calling. You pressed forward faster, knowing that Aryu was right behind you, and noticing Rin coming to you, you had just one split second to make a decision; so you just push the ball forward, jump in between their legs and shoot, making the first goal.

"Don't just surprise me like that" you say to Nagi, high fiving him

"You reacted on time though" he retorts "well done"

The other team kicks off again, Rin quickly passing the ball to Aryu. Even though you were slightly faster than him and were right beside him when he was about to receive it, his leg reached out, extending his reach much more than before. You knew there was no way of winning that type of battle against him, after all he was a whole 35 cm taller than you, his limbs were going to be much longer too. Aryu sends a lass to Tokimitsu, who despite Barou's effort, doesn't bulge and sends a pass to Rin. He alone is able to trick Nagi into a fake, and Isagi into another, making a goal all by himself.

"Seriously, how are we supposed to stop that?" Nagis says

"I know i wanted to humble him and all, but he's actually pretty damn good" you add

"Yeah. Sorry, I couldn't do anything really" Nagi says, leaning slightly over you "but how's he able to play like that? Is he just wired differently from the rest of us?"

"No, it makes sense how he got past us. In that play just now, Rin was constantly positioning himself in a range from where he could shoot the ball. That’s why no matter what we did, we were always one step behind. He reads several steps ahead of the game, and while we’re still processing the situation, he lures us in. I think that’s his core style of play" Isagi explains as if it was a matter of a fact

"...damn" Nagi says "i don't know if i can keep up with that"

"Me neither. I never thought about soccer that much, i just do whatever feels right at the moment" you add "but the fact that you can explain that llay instantly is pretty impressive, you know?"

"THE SCORE IS TIED, LET'S FUCKING GO!" Barou screams before restarting

"Our attacks work too, we'll be fine" you add, receiving a look from Nagi as you walk towards your position

"It's time for our counter attack"

Nagi restarts the match, sending the ball ti yiu to start the counter attack from the right, you see Aryu in front of you with Rin to his right, getting ready for whatever you were going to do.

As the ball approached, you could see the confidence in his eyes, thinking he could easily overpower you. With a quick burst of acceleration and a touch of deception, you fainted to one side, leaving the towering defender lunging in the wrong direction as you tried to lure Rin in. You glance to your left, wanting to pass to Nagi, when you see Isagi going behind all of them, so you pass to him.

However Rin is able to intercept him and get the ball.

Nagi and Barou try to stop him, but he passes to Bachira, who makes a long pass to Aryu. You run as well too, not letting him get away with it so easily. Nagi was also in front of you, but the ball was going on a really high parabola, high enough for Aryu to reach when he jumped and marked another goal.

"I really hate how ridiculously good they are" you say, hands on your hips. Your competitive manner starts to build up the more time passes

"Same" he answers "but it's awesome…let's win Yn"

Nagi restarts the game one more time, passing it to you so you can advance through the field. Barou asks for the ball, but Tokimitsu is right behind him blocking him from properly doing something. Isagi is battling with Bachira while Rin is on the lookout for whatever movement he does, so you just keep running towards the goal hoping that Aryu couldn't take the ball from you.

You see Nagi passing through everyone, not caring about anything as you two lock eyes. 'Let's make a goal', his eyes tell you. You pass him the ball as you start running again towards him, closing the distance between you two. Rin is almost immediately near him, so he does a quick pass to you as he keeps running, evading Rin. You send the ball right behind the emo looking boy, but of course, he's able to react just in time, so Nagi does a two stage fake volley, tying the game 2 - 2.

"You're insane, Sei! That was awesome!" You say, standing on your tippy toes so you can ruffle his hair smiling

"Thanks" he lowers his head slightly, letting you pet his head easily "nice pass, you're awesome"

They start this time, Bachira quickly sending the ball to Rin, he surprisingly seems to be firing up, which could be a problem if he keeps leveling up. He sends the ball to Tokimitsu, who is directly against Barou and sends him back the ball only for Rin to pass it again towards Aryu. You ran and got just in the way to stop him from keeping moving forward, but he sent it right back to Rin, who was able to lure in both Nagi and Isagi before passing the ball to Bachira, who scored for them.

"Almost" you say to Nagi "so that's Itoshi Rin, he'll control everything and anyone who's on the field"

"Looks like he'll read through anything remotely easy, which means we have to go beyond what he can even imagine, right?" Adds Nagi, pushing back his hair

"Yep, a goal that even if he understood he couldn't possibly chase after. We're going to be playing at a mercilessly difficulty, but if we can go in with our weapons cranked to the max.." you say only to get cut off by Nagi, who leans on you again

"We might be able to break through"

Your team starts again, the ball quickly coming to you one more time so you can face Aryu, you quickly do a roulette turn, making him slow down just enough for you to keep going. You see Rin appear once again in front of you, so you send a curve pass to Nagi, Tokimitsu appearing stopping Nagi from having free movements, so he ends up sending it to Isagi, who Rin has been guarding all this time waiting for this ball. However, instead of any of them actually getting the ball, it is Barou who takes it, waiting patiently so he could steal the ball from Isagi and score his own goal.

"Yn" Isagi calls you right before the restart happens "can you go all out from now on?"

"Huh? Got an idea?"

"You're incredibly fast, the fastest one here, so i need you to follow whoever is in possession of the ball"

"Fine…after all I don't think i can fully win against Aryu with his height" you say

"So that means that I'm marking the style dude" adds Nagi just when the kick off starts. The ball goes to Rin, so you go to where he is, stopping him and forcing him to pass to Bachira. You run in that direction as well as Isagi makes the bumblebee boy stop for a few seconds, enough for you to catch up and change places with Isagi so he can go to where Rin is.

"We've never faced each other, have we?" You smirk

"Nope, go easy on me please"

He tries to run to his left, you follow him right beside to stop him, so he lifts the ball and moves it side to side, waiting for you to move. He goes to the right, you following him once again, Isagi appearing right behind you to make him try to pass you two. Once he does Barou appears to steal the ball, trying to do his chop faint, ultimately getting stopped by Rin, who sends the ball outside the field.

You throw the ball from the sidelines to Isagi, which ends up with both Isagi and Rin fighting to get the ball, Rin was dangerously close to your goal, so you run towards them and slide in to kick the ball out once again. The speakers announce the move while you lay in the floor for a few seconds, breathing hard as you try to stand up

"Nice one, i was actually trying to pass it to you" Isagi says helping you stand up

"Nah, it's okay. I could've stolen it if i was a bit faster" you say trying to calm down your breathing, your chest was feeling tighter than normal in your binder

"Hey…are you okay?" He asks you, seeing your lack of air

"I'm fine, I can run for a few more minutes" you say, lifting your best to swipe your sweat away "don't you dare to worry about me now, you're the only one who can think like Rin here, so don't you dare to lose"

"Yeah…so you better run till you die"

"That's the plan" you say going back to your position, Nagi sending you a look that you didn't notice since you were trying to ignore the pain.

The ball goes to Tokimitsu, who does a series of back and forth with Rin as he seems to be the only one with enough stamina to pull that off. The last one is straight into the goal zone, but you and Barou are able to react in time, you sliding in and kicking the ball away while Barou literally tackles him into the ground.

«Beep! Due to usage of a tackle from behind and a malicious slide, Barou Shouei and Yn get a yellow card!»

"HUH?! I WAS JUST GIVING HIM A FUCKING HUG!!"

"I LITERALLY TOUCH THE BALL!!" both Barou and you scream at the speaker.

For that the other team had a free kick, Rin making the goal right above Isagi's head. One more goal and they'll win.

"ALL OF YOU. PASS THE BALL TO ME OR DIE TRYING!" Barou says after he loudly scream to Isagi after he didn't jump for Rin shooting

"Now it's not the time to scream orders Barou" you say to him, holding Nagi's arm to stabilize yourself,

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. We'll just have to catch up no matter what. Right?" adds Nagi, you nod

"Yeah…it's too soon to end up the game here"

Your team restarts again, Isagi going behind Barou as he tries to pass Tokimitsu; however, Barou is unable to do that, so Isagi just passes them easily. He gets cut out by Bachira, so seeing that he was surrounded by him and Rin, he decides to kick the ball towards you. You're able to pass Aryu despite how tired you were, jumping to trap the ball as you keep moving forward. You see Isagi breaking diagonally alone towards the goal, so you pass it to him; however, Rin was right behind him, for a moment there it looked that he was in control, but in a blink of an eye Isagi turns around and does a backheel shot. The match is tied once again.

"Well done, Isagi!!" You hit his back playfully before high fiving him

"That was amazing, you took out Rin on your own" Nagi adds. He then proceeds to explain to Barou, who begrudgingly seem rather impressed, how he planned that whole play, basically explaining that it was because he and Rin had the same type of eyes

"This means that in terms of score and ability we're on the same ground as those monsters there. Makes sense, really, we have the top 2 on our team" says Nagi

"I'm still really behind, i lack the right physique, so i need to get even better at techniques to even compare" you say, no matter how good you were, there was no way you could win against these boys, your bodies were just too different.

At that moment your head started spinning, so you quickly grab someone's arm -Nagi, apparently, since he quickly grabs you back to stabilize you- as you try to breathe as deep as you can, hoping the dizziness just disappears

"Hey, you ok?" Nagi asks you; Isagi's face was concerned, whether for you or the match you don't know; and Barou was raising his eyebrow, some worry in his eyes too

"I'm fine, don't worry about me" you say, blinking fast to make the spinning go away "let's just focus on winning"

"Yeah, let's show them who the better team is" Isagi adds, you feel a hand on your hair, noticing Nagi silently petting your head as if he was trying to comfort you

They restart for the last time, the ball going to Tokimitsu, who is stopped by Barou as you close in on them, making him pass the ball. Isagi tries to take the ball against Rin, but he passes it to Aryu, who's able to trap it with his chest; Nagi, on the contrary, seems to be waiting, almost stealing the ball successfully if it wasn't because Aryu stole it back. Aryu passes it to Bachira, who seems so distracted that he doesn't even notice you running towards him and kicking the ball away, going towards Barou.

Unusually, Barou and Isagi start working together, doing a perfect one-two pass between them; you keep running towards the ball with all your might when you see Bachira trying to steal the ball from Isagi, ending up in him sending the ball to you. You take it as far as you can before shooting it towards Nagi, who passes to Isagi so he can finish it off…but Rin receives it with his face right on time, preventing it from entering.

The ball goes right to Bachira's feet, who starts running towards your goal instead. He's able to pass everyone, from his teammates to your team as his movements started to become sharper than before. He shoots the ball after some impressive moves, but Isagi is able to block it just in time.

Time seems to go by slowly as all of you keep running, the ball falling right into Itoshi Rin feet, who's completely free to shoot and mark the winning goal of the match.

«Beep, beep, beep, game over! The score is 5 - 4, Team Red wins!»

You're breathing hard, your eyes completely losing focus by now, loud ringing in your ears as you try to not fall down…and yet you're still able to hear it

"Come, Isagi Yoichi, you can have a front row seat of my ascension to the world's number one"

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Taglist: @suyaaachin - @anurst - @celestair - @futuristicxie - @miyanaranagikenmal-intp - @kaldurahms-lover

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if i could i'd freeze this moment

It's getting dark out, the last glimmers of sunlight disappearing behind endless rows of snow-covered trees. The ground is pristinely powdered, not a single footprint marring the even surface. Everything is still out here.

Angela leans against the wooden railing of the back deck, admiring the landscape. Behind her is the sliding glass door that leads back into the cabin, cracked open enough for her to hear the loud "Come on’s!" and "Hell yeah’s!" of her friends.

She turn around for a brief second, observing how rowdy everyone is. Most of the Smosh cast and crew are squished together on the couch or floor. They’ve gathered around the TV and placed bets on the (very serious) Super Smash Bros tournament. A few are scattered throughout the open kitchen, chatting, laughing, and paying attention to the game with one ear.

The scene inside the cabin is bathed in the golden lamp light, cozy and familiar. But right now, that warmth is suffocating.

Angela’s glad that Ian and Anthony were able to finally pull this off. There had been whispers of bringing back Smosh Summer Games since the beginning of the year. But with the summer already packed full of different programming, the difficulties of finding a sponsor, and the sheer amount of pre-production required for a shoot of this scale, they ultimately decided it wouldn’t be feasible. Instead, they pivoted their efforts towards a revamped Smosh Winter Games, giving them more time to plan and elevate the event to the same caliber as Summer Games.

Based on the few days they've had already, Angela understands why Summer and Winter Games are so beloved by everyone. The games are insane, the rivalries are already forming, and every day, the stakes climb higher and higher.

Though, as much as Angela enjoys the constant excitement buzzing in the air, a lingering anxiety courses through her. She has yet to tell anyone the big news. At first, she convinced herself not to mention it yet because everyone was busy preparing for Winter Games. And now that they’re here in Big Bear, she’s created a new excuse to rationalize keeping this secret for even longer—she doesn’t want to detract from everyone relaxing and enjoying all their hard work by making herself the center of attention.

However, it’s been eating away at her. These days, the confession sits at the tip of her tongue, on the verge of slipping out anytime she has a conversation with someone.

She's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the door squeakily roll open, forcing her back to the present moment. It's Amanda, with a drink in one hand and waving at her with the other. As she shuts the door, a cool breeze cuts through and Angela shivers a little.

Amanda notices. She picks up the throw blanket from the deck chair as she walks towards Angela, setting her mug down on the railing and wrapping the blanket around Angela's shoulders.

"Whatcha doing out here?" Amanda asks.

"Wondering how long it would take Shayne to find his way home if we blindfolded and dropped him off in the middle of the forest."

"What the hell?"

"He's a fan of Alone," Angela shrugs playfully.

"You're crazy," Amanda laughs.

Angela motions to the drink, "Hot cocoa?"

"With Baileys," she winks, "Tommy's making them."

Angela, still a little lost in thought, doesn’t respond, opting instead to envelop them in a comfortable silence. They both gaze out at the snowy landscape and stars twinkling up above. Angela can never see them from her apartment in Los Angeles; the light pollution always clouds her view. But out here, with Amanda standing next to her, everything is clear.

Whenever Amanda's by her side, something seems to shift in Angela. It's like Amanda's got this knack for quieting the chaos in her head. Everything, even the most tangled of thoughts, fall into place. She desperately wants to cling onto this peace, onto Amanda.

She wonders if she loves Amanda.

The idea shocks her a moment before she scoffs at it mentally. Of course she loves Amanda—she loves all her friends. She tells Arasha “I love you” when she hugs her before leaving the office, Chanse when he’s got her back, Courtney when they bring her food, and teases Shayne for chuckling uncomfortably when she tells him.

Yet, the longer she thinks about it, the more unsure she gets about grouping Amanda in with the rest of her friends. The more she realizes it’s different with Amanda. She doesn’t quite have the words to describe it, but she just knows. With every fit of uncontrollable laughter that’s got her falling into Amanda’s side, every glance exchanged while filming, and every burning touch, she just knows.

And then it clicks for Angela. It’s the thought of letting Smosh go, of letting Amanda go, that’s been scaring the living crap out of her.

Stunned by this sudden realization, she watches intently as Amanda sips her cocoa, who catches her staring and offers her a drink as well.

"Angela?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About what?"

"Just stuff. Life stuff, you know?"

Amanda raises an eyebrow, concerned. "You seem a little off. Something on your mind?"

Angela hesitates. Once again, she can feel the words threatening to spill out of her. But this time, she doesn’t fight the urge. She wants to tell Amanda, wants her to tell her everything is going to be okay. That they’re going to be okay. She feels the alcohol start warm her system and takes a deep breath in, then out.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, baby.”

"No one else knows this yet, but I…booked a movie," she glances down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.

Amanda gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. She nudges Angela with her shoulder, "Oh, my god! Congratulations, angel!"

"Thanks, Amanda."

"Am I allowed to know what project it is, or is it a Marvel-level secret?"

Angela still doesn't meet Amanda's eyes, "Um, it's, uh, an indie film that A24’s looking to produce."

"Holy. Shit. That's fucking insane! This is huge, Angela. I'm so proud of you!" Amanda wraps an arm around her friend to pull her in closer, but pauses when she feels her stiffen in her embrace.

"Alright, something’s up,” Amanda faces her and, with a bit more seriousness and concern, asks, “Is there something in the script that makes you uncomfortable? Because if so, you should go and talk to-.”

Angela cuts her off, “No, there’s not. Don’t worry.”

Amanda’s relieved, though she sees Angela still has a strange faraway look on her face, “Then why do you not seem happy about this role?”

"No, I'm…I'm happy about it," Angela sighs heavily and finally looks up, only to be met with Amanda's unconvinced expression, "I swear I am. It's just that…I'm leaving Smosh soon."

"I get it, you hate working with us," Amanda jokes.

Immediately backtracking, Angela quickly mutters, "No! It's not like that, I didn't mean it like that."

"Chill, Ang. I'm just messing with you," Amanda laughs at Angela smacking her arm.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be vulnerable right now.”

Amanda gestures for her to continue, her face softening in apology.

"There's a tiny part of me who wants to turn down the role, but that would be such a stupid move—I know I would regret it instantly. But every time I think about doing this movie, a wave of panic washes over me and I become paralyzed with dread.”

Amanda places her hand on Angela's back, rubbing huge circles to help soothe her, "It's okay to be scared. Change is just one of those experiences that never gets easier."

"No, it’s not that. It’s just-,” her voice gets smaller, “Amanda, promise me we'll stay in touch."

"Duh, Ang. It’s not like you'll never see us again. You'll probably get upgraded to Mari and Sarah status, always welcome to drop by and say 'hello.' Maybe even join us in a video or two if your busy new schedule will allow it."

“Things it won't be the same."

Amanda acquiesces, "No, it won't. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."

"I mean it, Amanda. I don’t want us to become those friends who never speak to each other after they stop working together. I don’t want to see your life through Instagram posts. You mean the world to me," Angela's voice cracks slightly, the tone of it so raw that it breaks Amanda’s heart.

Amanda reaches out and pulls Angela into a tight hug, "I promise you, Angela. Even when you’re super famous and walking down the Oscars red carpet, I’ll break in and chase you down just to tell you fart joke.

“You’re dumb,” Angela rolls her eyes, but sinks into her embrace and smiles.

“But I mean it. I love you endlessly, and I will always be here with you.”

Maybe this is what love truly is. Letting go when you want to hold on. Knowing that it’ll always return.

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for @baflegacy’s smosh girlies week

day 8 prompt: free day!

word count: 1510

title from: "anaheim" by niki

this fic has literally been plaguing me for weeks. i've been running into writer's block after writer's block trying to finish it and it's literally past midnight where i am and i'm still not completely happy with it, but at least i finished it!

#amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #amangela #smoshblr #smosh girlies week #smosh rpf #do i lwk hate it? yes but i need to sleep and the week is over so i just had to get it out before i convince myself to delete it again...#smosh fanfiction

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