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arminsumi · 6 months

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「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

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scootatwoni · 22 days

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Miku expo 2024 is off to a truly awful start but I haven't seen any posts on here detailing the mess. So here we go, here's what's happened so far.

I will be linking some posts and threads from Twitter and will update this post as need be.

4/16 edits and additions are in blue

**PLEASE DO NOT comment or send me DMs complaining about the setlist**

**Rather than tweet complaints at the Miku Expo twitter account, it may be best to email CFM and/or Crunchyroll directly.**

🎵 First up, ticket presales.

This year the expo was sponsored by Crunchyroll and ticket presales were only supposed to be available to those that had a Crunchyroll subscription. Those that qualified were emailed a code for presale. However, when that code was inevitably leaked to the public, it turned out anyone could buy presales because it wasn't set up in any way to verify your subscription.

Additionally, VIP tickets are supposed to give the holder early access to the venue and merch tables, but I'm hearing that this is not being honored despite it being advertised on some of the venue pages. (see replies to this tweet)

VIP for San Jose did not grant early access to merch

The VIP package does not include a glow stick (scroll down to "about MIKU EXPO VIP PACKAGE" here), which causes some more difficulties for those that were not able to buy a glow stick online.

🎵 Merch

Higher prices and lower stock than usual. This is especially frustrating for the glow sticks.

The only glow sticks that are allowed inside these venues are ones made for the event or ones from past vocaloid concerts. This is because other glow sticks are too bright and will reflect on the hologram screen. But what with the stocks being so low, many people can't even get these glow sticks.

Merch at the venues is also not looking promising. People are reporting there have only been a quantity of 95 glow sticks per venue.

🎵 so about that screen

The biggest news to come out about Miku expo 2024 is that they arent using the hologram screen. The Vancouver and Portland concerts have used an LED screen.

This was neither advertised nor communicated from CFM or Crunchyroll to the public.

This also makes the prohibiting of outside glow sticks redundant, as they won't interfere with an LED screen.

An LED screen is much cheaper to use than the transparent screen used for the holograms. And a lot of folks are pointing out the discrepancies between this and the higher ticket and merch prices.

The LED screen is also a lot more noticeable and out of place, it hasn't been blended well on the stage so far. Views from further back and the sides are not looking great.

The Miku Expo team have stated that the Vancouver show was filmed officially. Seeing as the LED screen was also used in Portland, we can reasonably assume the LED has nothing to do with the filming.

Fans are speculating that the reason the Miku Expo team have prohibited photos and videos at this year's expo is to hide the fact that an LED screen is being used for multiple concerts.

There's also speculation that the hologram screen is in CA in preparation for Coachella, where Miku is meant to preform on the 13th and 20th of April. Please note that this is just speculation, we have no way atm to confirm this. UPDATE: The LED was used at Coachella

Additionally, I personally would recommend not getting your hopes up about the hologram screen replacing the LED one for any concerts after Coachella. Seeing as neither Crunchyroll or CFM have communicated or addressed any of the complaints yet, we may just be stuck with the LED for the whole tour.

A spokesperson for CFM addressed the concerns via this article from Business Insider. The LED will be used for the entirety of the NA and Europe tour.

The LED screen broke during the phoenix show. Apparently the vibration from the bass was so strong it shook the connection lose. It was fixed at the end of On The Rocks.

🎵 the doujin goods incident at Vancouver

Please refer to this thread for the full info, but here is a summary:

The Miku Expo team refused to let a fan distribute free doujin goods despite this fan getting prior permission from CFM to do so. An individual also took this fan's miku cutout, though I believe it was returned later.

🎵 there is still a live band

I figured I'd clear this up since I've seen some mild miscommunication on it. There is a live band, just not the usual band they have for Miku concerts. This is not at all an issue, and in fact I've heard nothing but good things about the live band. I figured I'd bring it up for information's sake.

Honestly, kudos to them killing it on stage in the midst of the mess.

🎵 Miscellaneous

-Someone Allegedly pissed on the floor of the Vancouver show. I have. no words. What the FUCK dude. If anyone can find the original tweet(s) claiming this, please link them to me. I'm not rooting through vocatwt to find the piss tweets.

-There was a car crash outside of the san jose concert, in front of a full line of miku expo attendees. The driver's plate fell off. Fans got a hold of it and took pictures with it, some using the hashtag #trafficjam as a reference to the NILFRUITS song of the same name. Someone even kept the plate.

UPDATE: The plate was returned to the authorities

-Fans cheering for Elmo at San Jose.

-Someone is looking into a class action lawsuit. This has sparked some discourse. Many want some kind of justice irt to the poor organization of Miku Expo thus far, but others are fearful that taking any kind of legal actions will put the future of NA vocaloid concerts in jeopardy.

🎼Concluding notes

It's been 6 years since Miku expo has come overseas. The 2020 tour was cancelled due to covid and Miku expo 2024 is it's 10th anniversary. This was supposed to be a big deal, a huge comeback tour for NA!!

However, due to absolute abysmal planning on Crunchyroll and CFM's parts, Miku expo has been a massive disappointment for many fans so far.

I know I'm nervous for when I go in May, but I want to try and end this on a more positive note.

Vocaloid has, first and foremost, always been about the music and the community. It's undeniable that we as fans have been mistreated by CFM and Crunchyroll here This is not the concert tour we deserve, but I'm sure we can still find things to enjoy.

Hearing vocaloid songs live has always been a dream of mine, and for the first time in my life I'll be surrounded in person by folks who love vocaloid as much as I do. I couldn't even fathom being in this situation back in the early days of vocaloid, being a little kid listening to Melt and World is Mine for the very first time.

I'm absolutely still angry about how the expo has been handled, but I still want to enjoy what I can, being with folks who share that same passion.

There are plenty of fans on twitter detailing the fun time they had at the shows so far. If you do end up going, you can absolutely still have fun too!! And please please please do not spread your negativity to the producers on the set list for Miku expo and Coachella. These artists worked so hard and they are not responsible for the bad decisions made this year.

#miku expo #miku expo 2024 #vocaloid #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #crypton future media #CFM #scout.txt

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vanteguccir · 2 months

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I like your face | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N has had a crush on Matt for years but hid her feelings out of fear. She just didn't expect Matt to feel the same way about her.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by anon

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I'm so sorry if this sucks 😭😭😭 I wrote it with a huge headache and cramps, so it's probably horrible, I'm really sorry, lovelies ;(

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The sounds of random music and different audio from TikTok echoed through the four walls of Matt's room.

The brunette was lying in the center of his double bed, his torso lightly supported on the headboard, above his fluffy pillow, while his right arm was half raised and supported on the bed by his elbow.

His hand held his phone up tightly while his thumb scrolled through the screen, double-clicking on it every now and then, liking some videos. His left hand was on Y/N's back, who was in her favorite and most comfortable position; on top of Matt.

Y/N had her body lying completely on the boy's body, her chest pressed against his while her legs rested against the mattress and between Matt's open ones. Her head was lying on his left shoulder, right in the crook of his neck, her hair tickling his jaw and chin every time she moved it, sometimes to watch one of the videos, but mostly just to admire his features.

The girl had a huge crush on Matt and that wasn't news to anyone. Although she never talked about it, everyone saw the way she acted around him through her body language - that spoke louder than any words could -, except Matt himself.

But he wasn't the only oblivious one among the two. Although he didn't make his years-long crush on the girl so apparent as she did - even while trying not to -, he liked her just as much.

Y/N watched Matt's varying reactions closely and attentively to each different video, her eyes scanning his features carefully, getting lost in each line of expression. Her pupils carried a glow that only appeared when she looked at him, shining bright.

Her right hand was raised over Matt's cheek, her fingertips lightly caressing his smooth skin, tracing every line she could see, and the ones she couldn't too - she had all of them already memorized and embedded in her mind.

She was completely sure that Matt was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen; every trait and habit of his captivated her, as much as his aura, which was so calm and sincere that it made her want to never leave his side again. Just the thought made her smile like a fool, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by the brunette.

"Why are you smiling like that, hm? You're not even watching the TikToks." Matt asked, his voice came out slightly hoarse from lack of use and the laziness that hugged his body like a light blanket, caused by the extremely comfortable and warm position.

"Hm? Nothing, I'm just thinking." Y/N smiled shyly, lowering her gaze, suddenly feeling small under the boy's gaze.

"Want to talk about it?" Matt frowned in a mix of curiosity and concern, locking the screen of his phone and throwing it aside, focusing fully on the girl above him.

“I just…" Y/N paused, a sigh escaping her mouth before her teeth caught her bottom lip in a light grip, mentally pondering whether she should answer him truthfully or not.

Matt remained silent, looking at her with a calming gaze, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips, passing her security and comfort.

The low, yellow lights of Matt's room illuminated him perfectly, kissing his skin so that it glowed, his most beautiful features standing out, taking the girl's breath away. Without even realizing it, her mouth opened slightly in awe, losing her trail of thoughts as her orbs traveled over the boy's little details.

The way his longs eyelashes caressed his own cheeks every time he blinked made her want to pass her fingers over them, while his roguish smile pulled light wrinkles at the corner of his lips, that seeming to call out for Y/N's lips.

"I just like your face." The whisper escaped her mouth before her mind even processed what she was about to say, the tips of her fingers gently caressing the space between his eyebrows, running down the bridge of his nose slowly.

Her eyes automatically widened in surprise a few seconds after hearing her own voice utter the words she had never before planned to even say out loud, her movements stopping abruptly.

Matt's calming smile turned into an amused one, his blue eyes traveling over the small reactions Y/N's features displayed in response. He slightly lifted his chin up, touching the tip of his nose to the tip of Y/N's fingers, which she had lightly moved away from his skin after getting the shock of reality.

"I mean, I don't like your face- no, wait, I do, it's beautiful for you, every detail fits you perfectly, I just-"

Matt rolled his eyes playfully before slightly lifting his torso, sealing his lips over Y/N's gently, shushing her instantly. A surprised sound escaped the girl's throat, her mind racing at high speed, trying to process what was happening before finally giving in.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, her right hand - which was previously caressing the skin of Matt's face - traveled to the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the curly strands, massaging the area lightly, eliciting a nasal sigh from him.

The brunette's warm tongue caressed her bottom lip momentarily, asking for entrance, which was quickly granted. Their tongues intertwined in an infectious dance.

Y/N's left palm rested on Matt's chest, lifting her upper body slightly, generating more access to the kiss. Matt's hands squeezed her waist, his thumb running under the fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the warm skin of her bare hip gently.

When the air ran out, Matt slowly pulled away, his blue eyes analyzing Y/N's reactions closely. A smile stretched across his cheeks when he saw her eyes still closed, her lips parted as she pushed her chin forward slightly, searching for his touch blindly.

"I like your face too."

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malarign · 11 months

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riki as your boyfriend!

(soft moments with him)

contains: bf!Riki x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing (lmk if i forgot about something!) | wc: 1,4k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreaciated!!!

author’s note: idrk that he said he would confess in a cool way, here he is a soft and shy baby </3

other members’ versions: LHS - PJS - SJY - PSH - KSW - YJW

➶ watching horrors together only to have you in his arms *ೃ༄

As much as Riki didn’t want to admit it was one of his favorite feelings in the whole world. Especially if you were scared and wanted to be as close to him as it’s physically possible. That’s why he enjoyed watching horror movies with you. He exactly knew what reaction he could expect from you, so it was your go-to movie genre whenever you had a movie night together. The way you buried your face in his chest or neck made his heart flutter and cheeks flush with a bright blush which he tried to cover up by laughing and teasing you.

“Do we really have to watch that?” you asked tucking on his sleeve.

“It’s a really good movie, Y/nah, you’re going to like it,” he reassured you, knowing damn well what your reactions are gonna be.

You silently read the description. Of course, a horror movie. What else could Riki pick? You bit your lips, mentally preparing for all the jumpscares and awful characters that await you.

None of you were wrong. For the first 30 minutes of the movie when nothing really happened you thought it was not going to be as bad as you thought, only for the worst to show up on the screen. You flinched at the loud sound and sudden jumpscare and tugged at his arm this time, earning a laugh from him. Your reactions were in his eyes none but endearing, they also made him want to protect you at all costs.

Without saying a word you cuddled to him, seeking comfort in his arms and calming scent. Riki just wrapped his arms around you, occasionally rubbing your back when other scary scenes showed up.

“You’re such a baby,” he spoke and added quickly seeing your fake mad expression. “My baby.”

➶ wearing your hair tie on his wrist *ೃ༄

Being the forgetful person you are you often kept on either losing small stuff like hair ties, which to be honest wasn’t very comfortable, especially on windy days. You would curse yourself for not taking anything to tie or pin your locks with. That’s when Riki comes to the rescue. Knowing your habit he kept on one hair tie on his wrist just in case you forgot one. Sometimes he would even offer to tie them for you, gently brushing through them with his fingers or a comb.

Looking down at you struggling with your hair Riki couldn’t contain his smile. The wind had no mercy on you today, making your locks go in all the different directions possible. When you were on the verge of fuming he silently walked behind you taking all your hair in his hands. He gently brushed through them, careful not to hurt you. He tied them with a hair tie he kept on his wrist into a comfortable low ponytail that you were so used to.

“Thank you,” you spoke sweetly and looked up at him.

“No problem,” he said, returning your baby tone to you.

You climbed on your toes to plant a quick kiss on his lips leaving him blushing at unexpected affection. You took his hand firmly

➶ face lighting up when he sees you *ೃ༄

This is something Riki just can’t help with. Whenever he is waiting for you at home, or you just ran at each other, he can’t contain his big and bright smile. Watching as his eyes slowly disappear and his face lifts at your sight make your heart feel warm and skip a beat or two. In the beginning, he tried to contain himself but with time it began to be even more difficult, so he just gave up, showing how much he was whipped for you.

Riki waited for you a little bit longer than usual and started to get pretty impatient and mad. He took his phone out of his pocket to call you when he noticed you waving at him from the distance and shouting his name.

“Riki!”

He didn’t even notice when a smile crept on his face. Was it your excited expression? Was it the way his name sounded in your lips? Or was it just because you were his favorite person? He didn’t know, but what he did know was how your body hit his when you ran excitedly to him. He wrapped his arms around you, all the thoughts about you being late disappearing immediately.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you said breathlessly.

“It’s okay,” he responded quietly, tucking a lone strand of your hair behind your ear. Dreamy gaze and a loving smile never leaving his lit-up face.

➶ doodling on your palm *ೃ༄

Having a soft spot for you and drawing seemed like a perfect match since you never had any objections against him doodling on your skin. The feeling of a pen dancing on your skin and Riki’s focused facial expression made you smile every time he did that. Without noticing your hand would be covered with cute drawings, either portraying small symbols or his favorite characters from animations.

If one thing could tell you Riki was getting bored of a movie or TV series you’ve been watching it was definitely him grabbing a pen and drawing small patterns on your palm.

“Do you want to watch something else?” you asked pausing the movie you were dying for months to watch.

“No, no, it’s okay, I know how much you wanted to watch it,” he responded nonchalantly.

“You sure? We can watch something else,” you suggested but he shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m sure, are you okay with me drawing on your hand though?”

“Was I ever not okay with it?” you asked and raised your eyebrow with a smile.

He just smiled to himself and continued drawing on your arm stunning small symbols and characters, soon covering it all, not leaving any spot.

➶ tying your shoelaces *ೃ༄

If he could erase any of your traits it would definitely be your forgetfulness which unfortunately didn’t limit to only forgetting things. Living in a hurry often made you forget the most trivial things like eating your meals or tying your shoelaces. By now Riki developed a habit of always checking the state of your shoes before heading to your destination. He could count how many times you almost tripped really badly because of them. At first, he found it cute and quite funny but now whenever he sees them undone he just shakes his head and kneels to tie them for you.

„Your shoelaces are undone,” Riki remarked as he pointed to your feet.

You followed his gaze and just shrugged.

“It’s okay,” you said and squeezed his hand slightly.

Soon you were stopped by his firm posture. He looked at you with an expression that talked for itself. He shook his head and sighed kneeling in front of you. The sight of it took you aback wondering what he was up to, only to find out he wanted to tie your shoes for you.

“You keep on tripping over because of them and still manage to say it’s okay?” he asked rhetorically fingers still busy with your shoelaces.

“Thank you,” you simply said, flustered by his gesture and care.

Soon he stood up, now again towering above you. He took your hand gently in his with a smile and guided you to your destination.

➶ having pillow fights *ೃ༄

You could think he would give you some head start but nothing could be further from the truth. He would put the use of his long hours at the gym and have no mercy in beating your ass in pillow fights. Of course, it didn’t mean he would put too much force into them but just enough to leave both of you hysterically laughing at the way you lose miserably. He would always top them out with a sweet kiss either on your forehead or lips.

When you agreed on another sleepover with Riki you knew what you signed up to. He could greet to with the sweetest smile and gentle kiss but that wouldn’t stop him from tackling you down in a fierce feathery battle. And today was no different from other times. You were currently losing against your boyfriend, while both of you laughed loudly.

“I can’t breathe, please stop Riki!” you begged for him to stop. Riki always seemed to know when you were serious and when it was playful. Sensing you needed a break he threw his weapon to the other side of the bed. He cupped your cheeks and left tickling kisses on your eyelids, forehead, and finally lips.

“Rest for a bit. I’m not done beating your weak ass.”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hi hiii!! congrats for 1k 💐💐💐 can i ask for a little blurb for max verstappen with “your emotions are valid, never apologize for feeling this way” or “hug?” with the reader being the one comforting him, maybe? thank you in advance and once again, congrats!

1k celebration! hi bestie thank you for the flowers and the request! just now realized this said or. I wrote both.

Max has had an awful weekend. You know it, he knows it, the team knows it, and because Max has no filter, the whole world knows it. You’re dreading having to go bother him, knowing you’re the last person he wants to see on a day like today. You take a deep breath and steel yourself before you knock on his driver room door and call out his name.

“S’open,” he calls back.

You close your eyes for just a moment. You’d honestly been hoping he would’ve just sent you away. No such luck. You put on the handle and open the door. He’s sitting with his back to you, eyes on his computer screen, already looking at the data.

“They want you for interviews in ten minutes,” you tell him, keeping your voice low and soft, non threatening. “I can maybe delay them for 20 with an engineer, if you need it.

He nods and scrubs his hand over the scruff on his jaw. “Can you close the door?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I’ll go. I can brief you on the way to the-“

“Don’t go,” he says, soft but urgent. “That’s not- you can stay, if you want. Please. Just-“

You step fully into the room and close the door. Suddenly your heart is racing. His shoulders drop at the click of the latch, and then he finally turns to look at you. His eyes are red rimmed and glassy, and your chest aches at the sight.

“Sorry,” he says, like it's a reflex. Like maybe he’s spent his whole life apologizing for this.

You blink and lean back against the door. “Don’t be sorry.”

He closes his eyes and runs his hand over his jaw again, like he’s trying to soothe some deep ache. Like maybe he’s been clenching it too tightly all day. All weekend, probably.

“Your emotions are valid,” you say, hating how cookie cutter it sounds but hoping he understands. “You never have to apologize to me for feeling this way.”

He nods sharply. You don’t know what to do except stand there. He lets out a slow breath, one that sounds like it pains him.

“I can get you more time, if you need,” you suggest. “Shit, I’ll go do an interview if I have to. Or- I don’t know, d’you need water, or food, or-“

“Hug?” He says, so quiet you can barely hear it. You think you’ve imagined it for a moment. Then he opens his eyes, blinks up at you, and says, “could I have a hug?”

You nod, dumbfounded. “Yeah, of course.”

He stands up and stumbles his way over to where you wait with open arms. You wrap him up tightly against you as he rests his head on your shoulder and sighs. He’s always larger than life, big and bright, but suddenly you’re reminded he’s just a human.

When he pulls away, you nod, and he nods back.

“Fifteen minutes.” he says.

“No problem. I can go,” you suggest.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Stay?”

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not-vox-on-tummbler · 11 days

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VOX x Reader (Blurb)

WARNINGS: Rough Vox, established relationships, use of toys, use of term ‘slut’ more than needed, Smut

MDNI 18+

It was the bright electric blue that had snapped you out of the pre-orgasmic glow you had feeling buzzing in your stomach. It was so jarring have been in the dark just a moment ago KNOWING you were alone, until a bright LED screen was looking down at you with a shit eating grin.

“Having fun there sweetheart?” His voice low and husky, you groan in annoyance having lost your buzz. With a near snarl in your tone,”Fuck you,Vox! You fucking pervert…” you blush and cover yourself fully. He ‘tsk’ at you and sat next to you on the bed. “Now Now, I think you know better than anyone else that I own this precious little hole of yours and you are supposed to ASK PERMISSION TO TOUCH IT WHEN YOU ARE BEING TOO NEEDY OF A SLUT!” He reaches over and grabs a fist full of your hair. You groan in pleasurable pain, you hand flying up to grab onto his wrist,”A-Ah! V-Vox!” He yanks harder and pulls you closer to his brightly lit screen face.

Hissing, you squint your eyes from his screen and open up your mouth to speak again, but he’d beat you to it. “You address me correctly, or you don’t SPEAK at all. Remember?” He growls out and you close your mouth immediately. He grins and raises his brow expectedly,”Yes, sir. Understood.” He releases your hair and squishes your cheeks together. With tear as pricking in your eyes you look up at him,”I’m sorry, sir. I-I couldn’t wait or find you, sir. Please please forgive me…” you whimper out form your fish lips his grip was forcing your face into.

He chuckles and lets go, but not so gently. He releases you with a toss of your head back, you fall on the covers of your bed. You watch him through your lashes as he stood up and stepped off into the rest of the darkness in the room. You hear him pull out a set of keys, jingle them around and as he bent down the light from his head illuminated the chest you were all too familiar with. He unlocks it, takes a moment to look inside before humming in content with his decision of a pair of his own handcuffs and a vibrator that was just perfectly shaped to your pleasure and a suction. You felt chills run down your spine as you have now recognize that this was a punishment and by his pleased and calm demeanor you could tell it was gonna be a long and agonizing punishment.

Within a couple of hours you were crying whimpering and babbling nonsense. Repeating an apology that was being ignored. “Awe c’mon now doll face. You knew the rules. You know the punishment. There are not enough tears or begging that’s gonna change the fact you’re a desperate slut who just doesn’t listen.” He says in a soothing voice. He’s sat in the corner, his pants lazily dropped to his ankles and his hand wrapped around his cock rubbing and teasing his leaking tip. You squirm and kick as you feel another orgasm approaching rapidly, knowing your tells he grins devilishly and with a flick of his claws the vibrator is immediately shut off again, you toss your head back and let out a sob.

He laughs, and again the vibrator is switched back on. He loves this game. He loves making you pay for being disobedient.

It’s the reason you’re his favorite toy.

{Jinx}

#hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel smut #Vox smut #Hox Hazbin Hotel smut #Vox x reader #Vox x reader smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #Hazbin Vox #idk what other tags #pls reblog

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kithtaehyung · 9 months

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ryen is this canon 3tan yoongi talent?

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvrshx3smOq/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

now i need a hundred plushies from him 😭 he's not going anywhere 😭

“What the fuck?”

He’s laughing. You just witnessed him effortlessly grab a third plushie from a clearly rigged claw machine and he’s laughing!

“No, seriously, this is some wizard shit,” you accuse, unblinking as he bends to grab his prize before wiggling it in triumph. “How are you so good at this?”

“I’m good at everything.”

Your scoff mixes with his mirth as you spin on your heel, arms now chock full of stuffed cats and one cute little frog.

But despite not wanting to further inflate the hot air balloon that’s his ego, you’re so in awe that you can’t help but comment,

“I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

“Yeah?” Beside you, Yoongi fetches something in his pocket. “Not even your brother? I think he got something from that one once.”

“Really?”

“Oh, wait. No, that was me again.”

And the gloater of the century secures his spot.

“I’m so tired of you.”

“Wait, wait,” he huffs out. “Look real quick.”

“Huh?”

As you turn his way, you only get a split second to recognize the phone in his long fingers.

Aimed right at you.

Did he just—

Your reaction should be words, like telling him to stop, or reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing anything much less taking a picture.

But what comes out instead is a blubbering, fumbling mess, and you lunge for the phone right before he backs up, grin stretching his face in the most devilish way.

“Yoongi—!”

“Hmm?”

“What are you—”

“So cute.”

He’s still holding the phone oh god it’s a video?

“Are you recording?”

His burst of laughter gives him away, and the butterfly wings tickling your stomach make you join him, even though you’re hyper hyper hyperaware of your surroundings now.

You don’t even know where the two of you stumble to, but you’re determined to not let him get away, bright colors and lights filling the night on all sides.

Finally, you clutch his hand as you squeeze all the plushies under an arm. “Give it!”

“No!”

“Yes!” You plead through a smile as you yank it from his hand.

But when you look at the screen, you discover that the video wasn’t even being recorded. Because the red button is still sitting there untouched.

…Why are you a tad disappointed?

Yoongi’s voice comes out soft,

“I know we can’t, doll.”

And he sounds a tad disappointed, too.

Still staring at the phone, you make a decision. A quick one. A small one.

But one you make purely for him.

Switching to Photo Mode, you raise the phone up high, scrunching your face against the mini bunch of stuffed animals before capturing this moment.

And it’s not until you hand his device back to him that you realize.

Holy shit.

You really just took a selfie with Yoongi’s phone.

“Keep it,” you whisper. “Or don’t, whatever.”

He’s just staring at you, device almost limp in his hand as he stands there.

“You.. You okay?”

“Come here.”

You’re pulled in before you can question further, a chaste but full kiss planted on your lips before you’re left to your own two feet again.

“Let’s go find them,” he leads, voice low. “I think they’re almost done with the ride.”

“K,” you oblige, shyly following his sure strides and straightened back.

Smiling against a fluffy stuffed cat when you see that he’s still looking at his phone.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

#THIS SCENARIO WAS TOO CUTE #i had to do it!!!#anon #asks:3tan #3tanslices #3tanextras #3fan:yoongi #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#bts imagines #bts reactions #yoongi fluff #long post #yoongi fic #three tangerines

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ky-yk · 10 months

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eve, psyche, and… (hyj x f!reader)

a sequel to “delicate (hyj x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 2.4k

author’s note: you asked, i delivered. hope u enjoy this one, fruit baskets 🫶🫨

you weren’t a k-pop stan. not by a long shot.

yet here you were, in seoul, seated as close to the stage as you could be for le sserafim’s flame rises concert.

you sat patiently waiting for the show to start with your bucket hat resting low on your head and your banner on your lap. to pass the time, you started mindlessly using your phone.

soon enough, you ended up looking through your conversations with jen and reminiscing on how far you two had come.

after sending jen that dm, you pocketed your phone and continued your journey back to your hotel. as soon as you arrived, your phone connected to the wifi and came alive with notifications from friends and family asking about how the concert went. you put your phone down and instead decided to get on with your evening routine before replying to them.

as you settled in bed, you skimmed through your friends' and family's messages.

however, one notification caught your eye.

jenaissante: well well well

you smiled to yourself as you finally read the message. the girl was online as well and must’ve seen you read her message because you then saw a text bubble pop up beside her profile picture, the three dots bouncing around in anticipation.

jenaissante: wait wait not here 😭

suddenly, you receive another notification: a follow request from what appeared to be her private account.

jenaissante: let’s talk there instead

itsyn: alright then 😭

after accepting her follow request and following her back, you dm’d her again.

itsyn: so

itsyn: a k-pop idol, huh?

you barely slept a wink that night because you spent the whole time talking to jen—yunjin. laying on your stomach while hugging the pillow beneath you, you and her talked about anything and everything until the post-concert exhaustion caught up with you.

the other girl must’ve noticed you’d passed out, because as she sat at the airport and waited to board, she chuckled to herself before typing one last message for the night.

pas.un.ange: good night, y/n.

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself as you pocketed your phone, paying attention to your surroundings instead and taking it all in: people settling into their seats, the excited chatter of fans (fearnots? is that what they’re called?), and just the sheer scale of the production. you had a vague idea of just how huge jen was, but seeing it in person was surreal.

quite the superstar you are, huh, jen?

before the show began, you picked your lightstick up from your bag, as well as your battery pack, and put them together just in time for the lights to dim as everyone else raised their lightsticks and cheered in excitement. you looked around at the scene, a sense of pride washing over you as you happily hollered with the crowd.

an intro video played on screen, signaling the start of the show. as each member appeared on screen for the first time, the crowd went wild, making you chuckle at first before joining the ruckus.

soon enough, though, yunjin appeared on screen.

and any scream that was due to come out of your throat died in its wake, instead leaving you slack-jawed at the sight of your seatmate in all her idol glory -- dressed to the nines and her once bright and wide eyes now glaring into your soul.

this wasn't jen. this was huh yunjin.

before you knew it, the vcr had ended, and the screens were splitting to make way for the five-piece to take the stage -- much to the excitement of the whole crowd. as soon as their silhouettes were clear, the crowd only hollered more (and further justified the $35 you spent on earplugs).

soon enough, both the spotlight and the cameras were on them for all to see. you looked on in awe at your seatmate now taking the stage for herself. not long after, the girls got in formation, and you could hear the buildup to their latest single blasting over the speakers.

"unforgiven, i'm a villain, i'm a."

the show was on.

you'd lost count of how many times your jaw dropped at just how impressed you were. before the concert, you were only vaguely familiar with the group. you'd think that as jen's friend, you'd be up to date on all their latest releases and shenanigans, but you made it clear to her that you wanted to get to know her outside of her idol life and career.

that lead to you basically receiving a crash course in all things le sserafim as the concert went on. you'd gotten familiar with the members and their idol personas, their insane discography, their overflowing talent, and their undeniable charm.

some members more so than others.

what's that called again? a bias?

you knew jen was talented. you knew she sang and played the guitar, you knew she had a few original songs under her belt (even sneaking you peeks at some unreleased ones), and you knew she'd spent a large chunk of her life training to become an idol.

but seeing her here right now? guitar in hand and performing an unreleased song under the harsh spotlight for her solo stage after singing and dancing with unrivaled charm for multiple songs back to back? you knew she was born to perform.

soon enough, it was time for the encore.

and it was your time to shine.

seeing the girls come back out and stylishly wearing their tour merch, you perked up and readied your sign. after a few words from the members, the telltale synths of flash forward came on the speakers as yunjin opened the song and started walking around the stage to interact with fans.

as you saw her come closer, you raised your sign even higher to try and grab her attention. she was smiling and waving at the fans beside you, but soon enough, she looked in your direction and took notice of your sign.

and then you.

you peeked out from under your bucket hat and made eye contact with the girl. you laughed at her bewildered expression before she pointed at herself and mouthed, "my wife?"

you responded with a sheepish shrug as she chuckled at you and gave you an easy smile that she must've realized lingered a little too long because she then moved on to the other fans around you and finally left your side of the stage.

you stood with your sign as the other members stopped by your side of the stage. when you locked eyes with them, they all looked some semblance of surprise -- as if they recognized you. jen must've told them about me, huh? you hope none of the fans around you saw their reactions to you. this is not how i want to get famous...

soon enough, though, the confetti popped as the girls took their final bows, not before shedding a few (a lot) tears, though.

that you took way too many pictures of.

for a rainy day, you know?

you sat back down and waited for the rest of the crowd to leave. when you noticed your own seatmates getting up to go, you followed their lead. with their chatter as your background noise, you turned your phone on and connected to your pocket wifi as your notifications came pouring in.

from a certain k-pop idol.

pas.un.ange: i didnt imagine that right

pas.un.ange: you were here??

pas.un.ange: where are u staying btw

pas.un.ange: also

pas.un.ange: my wife? 😳

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at her shenanigans as you made your way out of the arena and towards the subway station. you replied to each of her messages just before your train arrived. you pocketed your phone and settled in, letting the exhaustion just barely take over you before you could reach your stop.

as you stepped out into the cool seoul evening, you absent-mindedly walked back to your hotel and were just about to go inside, but not before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"damn, not even a hug from my wife?"

you looked up in surprise at jen, wrapped up in her huge coat with her hands in her pockets as she laughed at how your droopy eyes suddenly went wide. she walked closer, but not before you could crash into her, wrap your arms around her waist, and hug her tight. taken by surprise at the sudden contact, she returned the hug and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"you've got time for a snack run?" you heard her ask. you nodded against her chest, feeling it rumble as she chuckled.

"ja, let's go," she said before letting you go and walking into the convenience store located right beside the hotel entrance with you trailing right behind her.

you both scoured the aisles and picked up some ramyeon for you both to share. after taking your pick, though, you both kept exploring the store for more items either of you might want to pick up.

soon enough, you made it to the back of the store where they kept their drinks in rows of refrigerators. you opened a fridge, being greeted by an assault of cold air, and picked up a bottle of coke zero, before hearing her call out to you.

"yah, y/n, come here!" she said, looking up at the mirror on the corner ceiling, her phone ready to take pictures. you shook your head in playful disbelief as you saddled up beside her and had your mini photoshoot.

you sat patiently by the window as she paid and cooked your food (at her insistence). you broke out of your reverie when the smell of your ramyeon attacked your senses.

"something on your mind?" she asked as she took the seat beside you, put your drinks down, and offered you a pair of chopsticks that you then took.

"do your managers know you're here?"

"what they don't know won't kill them," she shrugged before you smacked her shoulder.

"hey! i'm kidding, of course they know I'm here. how else do you think i got here before you did?"

"and you're not worried about getting caught?"

"i'd say i'm conspicuous enough. it helps that i'm speaking english."

you thought about it for a second before resigning, breaking your chopsticks apart, and mixing the ramyeon.

"i still can't quite believe you're here."

"you did amazing, by the way. all of you. send my regards to the girls later, they were lovely."

"what was your favorite part?" she asked nonchalantly.

"oh, probably when kazuha--"

"yah!"

"i'm kidding! hm..." you hummed, as if deep in thought.

"probably when my bias noticed my sign."

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, kazuha is so much prettier up close,"

"if you want i cou--"

"she's nothing compared to you, though." it was your turn to cut her off with a hand to her bicep. the words die in her throat as she visibly flusters. she clears her throat and changes the subject.

seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into an hour, and soon enough, jen's phone starts buzzing.

"yeoboseyo? ne... ah ne." with the way her face falls, you can only imagine what the conversation was about. she puts her phone down and lets out a deep sigh.

"i think i have to go, manager-nim's been waiting up on me for a while now."

you hum in understanding. "send my regards to your manager, too, i feel bad for keeping him this long."

you both start arranging your trash into a pile. jen moves to stand, and you're just about to do the same, but not before you feel a weight slumped behind you, burying its face in your neck.

"i dont wanna go," you can barely make out, causing you to chuckle.

jen gets up from the awkward position and stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her front to your back. your eyes widen at the contact and you hope that if she catches your face burning, she assumes it's just because of the ramyeon you both had. she rests her chin on your shoulder and sighs.

you feel her right arm leave its spot on your waist and disappointment bubble up for a second before she hands you her phone. "come on, let's take a few pictures."

"you love your pictures, huh?"

"i don't know when i can see you again."

you hummed as you opened her camera and she wrapped her arms around your waist again, cuddling in closer than you thought was even possible for the picture. you kept spamming the shutter as she kept nuzzling closer to you, even feeling her nosing your neck at some point.

after saying your goodbyes to the lovely register, you both walked out into the cold night, the blast of air waking you both up better than any cup of coffee could. in front of your hotel, a lone black van was parked.

you walked side by side, bumping into each other as you walked to the front of your hotel. jen stopped in her tracks, and you took that as a sign to walk in front of her.

"well, i guess this is me."

"i think i've seen this film before, haven't you?" she jokes, trying to lighten the mood. you chuckled.

"you're right, it does feel familiar," you say as you take a step closer to her.

it was your turn to hold her by the biceps and tiptoe to whisper in her ear.

"only this time, i wonder if i'll like the ending."

before you could pull away, jen throws all caution into the cold wind and cups your cheeks to take your breath away in a searing kiss. frozen at first, you soon relax into the kiss and place your hands on her waist to return the kiss. eventually, you both barely pulled away, leaving tiny pecks before completely separating.

jen's eyes open a little bit, looking a little dazed before seemingly snapping out of it. she drops her arms and takes a step back, suddenly looking super flustered and awkward -- scratching her neck and finding the post behind you so fascinating with how hard she was staring at it. you chuckled and stepped closer to give her a peck on the cheek.

"see you around, jen. get home safe," you tell her before disappearing into your hotel lobby.

"bye y/n," she whispers into the night before finally making her way into her van.

#🐻 — ky writes #girl group imagines #huh yunjin #le sserafim #huh yunjin x reader #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #yunjin #lesserafim yunjin #yunjin x reader

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jokeringcutio · 6 months

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Albert Shaw x (younger f girlfriend) Reader - Unwind (Explicit/Smut)

Fandom: Black Phone

Pairing: Albert Shaw (the Grabber) x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Rough sex on the couch, Consensual Sex, Creampie, Older man/younger woman, Age difference/Age Gap, Girlfriend Reader, College Reader, Mention of parents, mention of not being on birth control. (Not beta-read)

Unwind

The warmth of Albert Shaw's cozy living room enveloped you. The two of you were set on the grey soft couch, the flickering lights of the television screen forming patterns over Albert’s face. The sound was turned off – there were adverts on anyway. And so you studied him instead.

You thought back to the day you met Albert - a kid's birthday party, your younger brother's. His magical performance had left everyone in awe. You smiled at the memory as he sat across from you, his chestnut hair framing his face, flecks of grey at the roots.

How he had captured your heart with just a smile. You came to understand that picking you out as his assistant had not been a coincidence at all. But, as he later told you once things between you got serious, it had been love at first sight. And he had wanted to see you from up close.

"Another child went missing last night," you said softly, an uneasy tension settling over the room while outside the wind howled like a beast. "They're calling him the Grabber."

Albert flinched, his bright blue eyes darkening for a moment. He glanced towards the basement door, then back at you. "That's terrible," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. You noticed the way his fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of the couch, but you continued talking, trying to fill the silence that threatened to swallow you both.

"Everyone in Denver is terrified. No one knows who it could be." Your voice wavered, betraying your own fear. "Can you imagine what those poor families must be going through?"

Albert pursed his lips, staring ahead of him before his blue eyes finally found yours. You didn’t need to voice the fear that was deep inside of you. Your brother was just the right age to be of interest to the mysterious kidnapper that plagued your city.

“I don’t want you to worry about it, dear,” he said, voice low and smooth. Whenever you heard him you felt butterflies fluttering deep inside. How could a man sound like this and be real? It sounded too good to be true. But here he was, with you, comforting you.

“If you worry about your brother, know that I am here,” his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, and a small smile played on his lips. “I’ll make sure the Grabber doesn’t get him.”

You let out a soft laugh. His words were exactly what you needed to hear. “Then I am happy to have such a heroic man as my boyfriend.”

Next to your side, Albert seemed to stiffen, then his eyes settled on you again and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah,” was all he said. But you’d noticed it. Something was off about him, had been off for a while. But today it was worse. There was a certain glint to his eyes, a twitch to his hands. As if he was nervous.

"Albert," you said gently, noticing his jitteriness. "Is everything alright? Did something happen at work?"

He avoided your gaze and shook his head. "No, nothing happened. I'm just... a little on edge, that's all." His fingers brushed against yours as he let out a low chuckle. "You know what could help me relax, though, don't you?"

You furrowed your brow, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. He had always been a bit cryptic, but this time, you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

“Want some tea? Or a massage?” You stuttered, thinking of all the possible things that could help make him relax. “I could run you a hot bath?”

“Hmm, a massage sounds about right,” Albert hummed, hand withdrawing from the armrest as he turned to look at you, blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. “A very specific massage.”

You blinked at him, mind raking over the possible types of massage that there existed. “Sure,’ you said.

You watched as he moved his hands downward until they rested above the bulge between his legs. In the dim light, you hadn’t quite recognized the tent he was sporting. And when he remained silent and just observed you patiently, as if waiting for something, you grew worried.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. You wanted to be there for him, to support him through whatever was causing him distress.

"Maybe you could... help me unwind?" Albert suggested with a sly grin, leaning closer to you. His hand slid up your arm, fingertips sending shivers down your spine. "You've got such a soothing touch."

You blinked in confusion, still not fully grasping the implications of his words. Your heart pounded in your chest, an odd mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling within you. Albert's closeness was both comforting and electrifying, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Of course," you murmured, unsure of what he truly desired, yet eager to bring him relief from his tension.

His lips descended on your hair again, then slowly trailed down to your cheek. Open-mouthed kisses, with his tongue peeking out every now and again. His hand grasped yours and placed it on his bulge where you felt him swell underneath your palm and e fabric. Your eyes widened when you finally understood what this was all leading to.

"Albert," you whispered, realization finally dawning upon you. "You want me to...?"

"Help me find release," he finished your sentence, his voice husky and low. The intensity in his bright blue eyes darkened as desire consumed him.

"Of course," you breathed, a shiver of anticipation running through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His lips met yours hungrily, pressing forcefully against your own.

He responded with a needy growl, his hands gripping your waist tightly, almost painfully so.

"Such a good girl," he praised between fevered kisses, his chestnut brown hair brushing against your face as he moved to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. Your whimpers only seemed to spur him on further as his hand slid underneath your shirt and bra.

He peeled away your clothes one by one, mouth feverishly covering all parts of you, leaving no part of you unexplored. All the while, your hand moved up and down his bulge, still covered by his pants. A wet spot had started to form, soaking through his clothes. And a low groan near your ear made you look up to see a hunger in his eyes that left you breathless.

His rough hands explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched. The forcefulness of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you acutely aware of how much you craved this side of him. He bent you over the couch, flipped you, and angled you in such ways as gave him the most pleasure. The light of the television lit your body and formed patterns of fireworks and stars across your naked skin as Albert undid his belt.

The revelation made your mouth water. It wasn’t that you hadn’t ever done this before. Albert had been quite persuasive and you had been just as hungry for him to allow him to take you to his bed. You’d bled for him that first time, had tasted him out of curiosity, had allowed him to own you completely and fuck all of your holes. And now that he craved you, you felt you craved him as well.

Let him unwind. You could do with a little fun yourself.

"Please," you gasped, desperate for him to take you completely. "I need you, Albert."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He flipped you over until you were lying on your tummy on the couch. His hand pressed your head down while the other traced past your hip – gently.

His breath stuttered – a deep inhale that sounded more like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. Perhaps it was, because, in one swift motion, he entered you, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. He moved his hips without allowing you to accommodate, tight pussy being stretched unreasonably past its limits. The pain quickly gave way to exquisite pleasure as he started to move, and you pushed your hands against the couch as he thrust into you with a ferocity that made your head spin. The loud moan that escaped you had Albert halt.

“Be quiet now, baby girl,” his low voice grunted. “We don’t want to wake Samson.”

You glanced over at where the dog was, thinking that surely the creature would not mind. But Albert had been more often like this. One day he wanted you to scream, the next he wanted no one to know he was fucking his much younger girlfriend.

“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep silent. But it took effort as his hips pushed against your pelvis deliciously hard, like a man possessed. For a moment you thought about asking him to be gentler with you, but then you remembered you’d promised to help him out. And if this was what he needed, then let him have it. You could take it.

He moved with fierce movements, cockhead hitting your cervix with bruising force, over and over. It was different than any fucking you had before. How could you remain silent like this?

You gasped and clawed your fingers against the couch in an attempt to get some leverage. He straightened his spine and then raised your hips, propping a pillow underneath, before he bore down deep inside of your cunt, grunting and groaning as he punished your pussy relentlessly with harsh thrusts. He was no longer a man, but something from Hell. Something devilish, both in looks and actions.

“So tight,” he groaned, words like hoarse whispers falling from his lips. “So fucking good.”

Soft gasps and unbidden moans escaped your lips as wet squelching sounds filled the room. A dull ache was felt deep below, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. The scent of sex tainted the air and sweat made your bodies shimmer in the flickering lights.

Animalistic groans escaped the man above you and you wished you could see him. But he had your head pushed forward onto the couch, ass against his chest while his cock nestled deep inside your cunt while he groaned. He pulsed deep inside of you. Had he come? He hadn’t, right?

He left you no time to ponder because his hand grasped your hair and pulled at it, hand forming a fist as he lifted you from your current position. He was thrusting harshly inside of you again. You’d never known him like this before. So wild, so violent. Yet your pussy loved it, walls fluttering around his shaft in a way you never had experienced before.

The thrusts were deep, too deep perhaps, and you were gasping, biting back pleas to be gentle because you fucking loved it. You loved how he roughly manhandled you until you knew that bruises from his hands would form on your arms and hips.

You loved how good his cock felt battering deep inside your cunt even if you knew it would leave you sore for days to come. You loved how he dominated you, uncaring about your well-being or your wishes or the fact that he wasn’t supposed to come inside. His hips moved against yours roughly, and as he tried to reposition you – being so strong despite his age – your arm bumped against the table next to the couch, accidentally knocking something off the table. You turned your head to look, even if Albert tried to pull you back for a kiss.

The television’s light became bright, illuminating a hideous grin that stared up at you. Taunting. Haunting.

“What is that mask doing here?” you wondered, catching a glimpse of what could only be described as a demonic-looking mask, bigger than Albert’s head.

Your head was forcefully tugged aside, the grip on your hair making you flinch and unable to look at the mask any longer, as Albert guided you back onto the couch until you were on your back with him on top, legs spread wide at either side of his chest, allowing him to plow as deep inside of you as your tight little channel allowed. When he re-entered you, the slick sounds were a disturbing indicator of how wet he had made you.

“I said, keep your mouth shut,” Albert said through gritted teeth, forcing your head to turn so you were looking at him again. A thrust of his hips, a wet squelch as cum slipped past the hilt of his cock, escaping the depths of your cunt.

He was on his way to his second orgasm, hips stuttering irregularly against your own. You did not see it though, only heard the wet sounds from where your bodies met and felt the irregularity of his thrusts.

“Lips sealed, sweetheart,” he muttered before he descended upon you once more, lips hungrily working against your own.

You gasped, allowing him easy access until his tongue was licking against yours. You kissed him back just as eagerly, hands finding a way to his chest to hold him – perhaps teasing his nipples a bit deliberately but he had definitely earned that.

The kiss ended abruptly. Your mind was foggy and no longer focused on the hideous mask you had seen. Instead, all you could focus on was his mesmerizing blue half-lidded eyes as he studied you in between thrusts. His right hand grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. His left rested on your waist, near your hipbone, pressing down possessively.

It felt good, so good.

"Mine," he grunted, eyes locked onto yours as he claimed you entirely. His relentless pace continued, pushing you both towards a precipice neither of you could resist.

"Yours," you managed to choke out, overcome by the intensity of the moment. The hard fucking was delicious, the battering of his cock against your cervix sent ripples of pleasure down your core until your walls pulsed around his shaft, milking him, begging him to come.

He hunched over you, his chest warm against your breasts as he rutted into you like a beast in heat. As the wave of ecstasy crashed over you, his grip held your hands above your head while your pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock. You gasped as he leaned in even further, folding you even more than you were, getting in so deep it hurt.

"Remember this," Albert panted, his gaze never leaving yours. The world around you seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a moment of raw, unbridled passion. “Only I can give you what you crave.”

And you believed him. He had ruined you, he once told you. And in this moment, you fully believed he had.

Albert groaned your name in your ear as he came, as the warmth of his cum filled you for a second time and a low groan exhibited his release. Wordlessly, Albert moved his hips against you, his cock moving inside you with less force now, thrusts light. You gasped, eyes searching for his. But he was studying the way your bodies connected. Another low groan as he carefully slipped from your core.

A deep sigh and a rustle of the couch as Albert got up off it to get some tissues. You watched through half-lidded eyes how he cleaned his cock, then got out some fresh tissues to dab between your legs. He halted there, looking up at you to make sure he had your attention, tissue still pressed against your weeping cunt.

“I got a bit rough with you, sweetheart,” he said, although you were not quite sure if it was an apology or just a statement.

You flashed him a small smile, lying on your back, sated. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you quipped.

Albert grinned and continued wiping your sore pussy clean. You noticed the copious amount of cum that came into the tissues, but decided not to comment on any of it. You’d get the morning-after pill, you decided quietly. He didn’t need to know or worry, and neither should you.

After you were both presentable again, you felt how Albert scooted on the couch with you. He held you close, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His lips, tender and searching, found yours in a kiss that was both soft and intense. It felt as if he was trying to convey his deepest emotions through the delicate press of skin against skin.

"God," he murmured, his breath warm on your cheek. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the chill that had begun to seep into your bones. You smiled, nestling closer to him as your fingers traced lazy patterns on the expanse of his chest.

"Me neither," you whispered, feeling a sense of belonging that you hadn't known was possible.

Moments later, Albert reluctantly untangled himself from you, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to memorize every detail. With a soft kiss placed on your forehead, he rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you were left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Albert's rough touch lingered on your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized just how much you'd enjoyed it. The raw, unbridled passion. You enjoyed it too.

And then, how you had allowed him to fully conquer you. It should raise questions. In a way, it did, because you should have stopped him from having this unprotected sex when he knew you weren’t on the pill. You wanted to, but… something about money. Plus, you were still in college and your parents were being a bitch about you dating anyone.

You couldn't help but wonder how you could introduce Albert to them. They would surely question your relationship with someone so much older than you. But you were certain they would come to see what a genuinely incredible man he was – if only they could look past the age difference. They had liked him at your brother’s party. Your dad had always spoken highly of Albert, knowing him of the Denver bowling team.

Carefully, you got off the couch, not completely surprised when a squelch announced some more cum escaping your core. Annoyed by the mess that dribbled down your legs, and the fact that Albert was keeping the bathroom occupied, you threw on your sweater and walked to the kitchen instead.

You rinsed your hands with water before taking another tissue to dab between your legs. Was sex always this messy, you wondered? The times you and Albert had been at it, he’d often pulled out and cum over your chest. You’d even swallowed his load a few times. But this… this was new.

Not to say you didn’t like it.

Lost in thought, you were startled by a sudden pounding noise coming from the direction of the basement door. Your heart skipped a beat as the eerie sound echoed through the otherwise silent house.

"Albert?" you called out, hoping that the noise was nothing more than a trick of your imagination. But the banging continued, insistent and undeniable.

“Samson?” you asked, hoping it was Albert’s dog. But Samson came padding around the corner and looked at you with blurry eyes, as if your call had just awoken him.

“Hmm, not Samson then,” you whispered, patting the dog on his head and telling him he was a good boy – even if Samson sniffed between your legs, pressing his wet nose a bit too close to your private parts before letting out a happy yip and scurrying back into the living room again.

Tentatively, you pulled the sweater lower so it covered most of your hips, making you feel a little less exposed as you as you approached the door. A sense of dread began to worm its way into your chest, tightening its grip with every step you took.

"Albert?" you called again, more urgently this time. There was no response, only the relentless pounding that seemed to grow louder with each passing second.

Finally, you reached the door, your hand hovering uncertainly above the doorknob. Inhaling a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever lay beyond. With your heart hammering in your chest, you grasped the cold metal and turned it.

Fin

AN: Whoops, sorry not so sorry about that ending. Anyway, I wrote this in a hurry and slept 12 hours after my latest hospital visit yesterday, so pardon any inconsistencies or mistakes.

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rustedhearts · 6 months

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thinking about sitting at your desk, tapping away in a mostly-dark room, lit only by the white brightness of your computer screen opened to a word doc. you’ve been writing for hours, and all that can be heard from down the hall is the occasional grunt and groan of displeasure.

when the bed gets too cold and feels too big, steve comes shuffling down in just a pair of plaid pants, curled over his feet and sat low on his hips. he threw his glasses on somewhere in the walk here, and he bumps them askew when he rubs his frazzled hair.

his feet sweep into the room. shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. you don’t even look up. you chew on the skin around your nails as your eyes scan the words you’ve spent the last few hours reworking and reworking until they all sound like mush. he comes behind the desk and hooks himself over your chair, arms looping around your shoulders and neck, chin tucked into the groove so his cheek touches yours.

“Come t’ bed,” he mumbles, lips squished into your skin.

you reach back and scratch at his scalp. it’s doglike, the affections he likes most—but they come second nature to you, almost. you don’t even tear your eyes away from the screen when you kiss his head.

“in a minute.”

he grumbles and huffs. “no, now.”

and he sounds so whiney and incomplete, like he just can’t sleep without you sandwiched up against him. nuzzled into his chest or turned away with your ass on his stomach. he doesn’t even mind that.

“steve,” you sigh.

he knows the sound of protestation too well. he flicks your computer screen down to snap it closed and yanks your chair back. you’re too tired to even argue, though you’ll yell at him tomorrow. a yawn splits open your mouth as he slings you over his shoulder, and he pats your ass like well-behaved herd marched off to bed. he had to sheep-dog you a little sometimes, just to get you to step away from that damn computer.

“you’ll write tomorrow,” he says, as if you aren’t already planning your next sentence out. you’ll wake tomorrow and immediately jot it down, and make him read and reread it until he assures you it doesn’t sound awful.

tossing you onto the bed, he makes quick work of assuming your usual positions. he tugs you into him like a pillow, arms wound tight. a kiss smacked on your head, quick and sharp.

“much better.”

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Ghost: Part Two. Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Na’vi Fem/Reader.

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

DO NOT repost my work, don’t copy and paste it anywhere else.

Warnings: Some violence. Language. Kidnapping. Mentions of mass murder. Mentions of murder. manhandling.

PSA: I decided to combine this part and what would have been the third part, individually they would have been to short for my liking.

~•~

The room around her was a plain white made up of metal and plastic. The neon lights way too bright for her liking. She had become accustomed to the natural lighting of the forest, these bright lights were beginning to hurt her eyes. Quaritch had been in to see her a few times. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, it could have been a day or it could have been a few hours. She hadn’t seen Spider, or heard him either and this troubled her. She wanted to ensure his safety, at least all the kids got out alive, she did what Neytiri asked of her. She kept the children safe, and at this point the only thing preventing her from fighting her way out of here or killing Quaritch on sight is that she didn’t know if Spider was safe. She had curled herself in the corner of the room in an attempt to have better control over her surroundings, she didn’t want to hide under a table that left her wide open to be pulled out. The wall wasn’t exactly the ideal spot, but it was better than the dammed table. Her knees were brought close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was lost, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to wait to be rescued. She had been humming softly to herself for a little while now, but that small comfort was ripped away from her as the doors to the room opened wide. and Quaritch’s large form stepped through the frame.

“Hello there sweetheart” she looked at him, but gave no response. She wouldn’t look away, she wouldn’t give him that advantage but she wouldn't acknowledge him either. That was until he stepped closer, she jumped into a defensive stance, legs spread wide to balance her body low to the ground. She bared her teeth in a threatening snarl.

“Do not touch me, monster”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against the table. “I haven’t done anything ta ya”

“You stole everything from me, my sister, and now you have kidnapped me”

“I have taken ya. Yes, but I didn’t kill anyone.” The Na’vi women was confused, she stood slightly, despite both being full grown she only reached his shoulders in height.

“You happily admitted it earlier.” She stated, and she was right. Yet what she didn’t know was that from the moment the recom had become aware of his death he felt strange. Even more so when he saw it happen on a screen. Even though he had the full memories of Colonel Miles Quaritch, he knew deep inside he was not that man. It was confusing, this Na’vi body that he was in felt different than before, or at least from what he remembered, but the instant connection the body had felt to the forest had struck him, and forced him to question everything. He knew he couldn’t let his internal questioning interfere with his mission, but he had questions. The main one being, could he create a new life for himself outside of the shadow of the memories of the man he carried inside of his brain. Where that would lead him he didn’t know, but he had a sinking feeling only the kid and the sassy scientist in front of him could help him figure it out. “I am not the man ya knew” he continued.

“If you were different, you wouldn’t have held children at gunpoint.”

“Maybe, but I am not who ya think I am.”

“You are no different than the day you died.”

“Not true” he smirked “I am much more attractive” The women sneered at him and turned her head away in disgust. “Aw don’t act like that Princess, I have an offer for you, since you’ve been so corporative.” (Y/N) responded with an unenthusiastic chuckle “Oh I am being serious, you have been easier ta handle than the kid”

“Spider?” Her whole body langage changed, her ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed. “What have you done with him?”

“Wow” Quaritch crossed his arms. “the two of ya mean a lot ta each other, huh?”

“He’s known me his whole life, he’s family”

“I can see that, in that case ya wouldn’t skip out on a chance to stay with him right?” her ears perked forward and her face showed genuine surprise “The kid is joining me on my mission and I think ya would be an asset” she pulled away from him slightly and quicky came into contact with the wall. He had began to step closer to her and she didn’t like it, he was holding something in his hands now. ‘What was he playing at?’ She thought, fear clouding her judgment as she seriously considered taking him on, and he could tell. He moved closer, leaning down becoming eye level with her. “It’s a yes or a no, sweetheart. Not hard.” She took a minuet to consider, it didn’t take much convincing. Stay with Spider and sabotage their every move.

“Yes” she tried to keep her voice monotone so that he wouldn’t sense her intent to betray him, but he already had a contingency plan. He stepped forward quickly using his forearm against her sternum to press her against the wall, his other hand was used to connect something to her upper right forearm. It was tight, almost painful. It clicked and beeped once. She barely had time to react but when she did she snapped and hissed, pushing against his chest and lunging for his face. He quickly subdued her, pushing her against the table face first.

“Listen here, I knew ya wouldn’t let me do that willingly. I did what I had ta do”

“So you tagged me with an unknown device without my permission. Guess it shouldn’t surprise me that a jackass like you doesn’t know how to ask for consent!” The implication struck the marine like a tonne of bricks. He had to take a minute to ensure his response was the right one. He pushed her away from him crossing his arms.

“Trust me sweetheart, I know how to ask for consent. See normally it’s not even a question, women beg for me-” she cut him off with a snarl of disgust.

“No sane women would touch you a six foot pole”

“I might not get much actin in this body, Princess, but I have the memories of a man who lived for decades, Papa dragon had moves” (Y/N) recoiled at his words.

“Narcissism isn't a good look on you.” He had no interest in her, but he was enjoying the rise he was getting out of her. She was easy to wind up and if he pulled this shit with any of the other recoms he would get a shiner like no tomorrow, so he was taking the opportunity to pick on someone, not his size. He leaned in close once again. (Y/N)’s left hand gently stroking the outline of the tag. His face got close to hers but she couldn’t move out of the way he had caged her in with his arms.

“Princess, anything or anyone looks good on me” he smirked at her, enjoying the anger that rose in her features the rage that he brought out in her. He made it worse by not being able to control his tail fully, it swished around his legs and lightly stroked the side of her thigh. He expected her to move away, scream at him but what he wasn’t expecting was her right hand to ball into a fist and punched him square in the nose. He staggered back, grabbing his face. he snarled in response. (Y/N) had jumped over the table and pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily, her own tail thrashing widely against her legs, fear evident in her eyes. “Ya lil-”

“Get that close to me again, without my consent and I will rip out your eye balls” he nursed his nose, but begrudgingly nodded. She had really injured him, he would have to get it checked before they had to leave.

Later he had found her again, in the corner of the room picking at the tag.

“If ya take it off without my help it will set off an alarm and I will shoot you on sight. Understand?” She had nodded, trying to hide her smile at the white strips covering the bridge of his nose. She had broken it, even if only slightly she had proven herself as dangerous, and that held impact. He threw a respirator mask at her. (Y/N) caught it with ease and hung it around her neck. He motioned for her to stand up. He lead her out of the labs down winding corridors, it was a good thing she hadn’t tried to escape when she had. She would have had no idea where to go and she would have ended up dead no doubt.

Outside a ship was being prepared. She saw spider quickly, his human form sticking out against the Na’vi and his appearance causing him to stick out like a sore thumb against the other humans. She had to fight the urge to run to him and take him as far away from these people as she could, she knew she couldn’t.

“(Y/N)!” The relief evident in his voice, she smiled at the young boy in return.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy” she jessed. A sharp shove to her right shoulder startled her, causing her to stumble ever so slightly and hiss up at him. He shot her a glare.

“Quiet” Quaritch seethed through gritted teeth. “Now get on the ship” he kept pushing her at different point causing her to hiss and snap in retaliation. When they finally got settled on the ship Zdog looked at the Colonel with surprise.

“Boss what happened to your face?” he was refrencing the large bruise that had started to form and the dried blood that littered his lips.

“Short stack get a little feisty on you?” (Y/N) spun in the direction of a female voice, the nickname shocking her. She saw spider mouthing the words himself, also in shock. All the recoms all sniggering. Quaritch didn’t need to say a word. He knew anything he said would be taken out of context, that was the life. Marines would take the absolute piss out of each other at any given opportunity. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to hide what he was truly feeling, which was admiration. (Y/N) was no marine, she wasn’t military she had no training other than what the Na’vi had given her. Yet when faced with a man, bigger, taller and more trained than her, she stood her own and broke his fucking nose. For that, he had the smallest amount of respect.

~*~

Miles Quaritch had made a change, he wanted to think, eat, speak and do as the Na’vi do. His objective hadn't changed, Jake sully needed to pay for what he had done, at least that was the Marines thoughts. (Y/N)’s was that she needed to protect the people that she loved the most, she needed to keep them away from the mountain where her people were kept hidden and safe.

However that changed when it became clear that they had left, they had left her, with them, and it hurt. The only reason Jake would leave would be to protect his family. It was hard to believe that he wouldn’t try and come back for her, she had to hold out hope.

Quaritch wanted to ‘ride Na’vi’ that means he needed an ikran, or what the humans call a Banshee, and he was forcing (Y/N) to help. She was sat opposite Quaritch, legs crossed. He however, was standing, holding bundled up fabric.

“If that’s camo, I am not wearing it” she snorted.

“I have a deal for ya” (Y/N) folded her arms, turning her head in a skeptical manner, and hummed in response to encourage him to keep talking. “You tell me where I find a banshee to ride and I give you a bed”

“Why do you want an Ikran so bad?”

“I need to think and do as Sully does. I need to find him and I’ll only do that with a ride”

“Why do you think a bed would convince me to help?” His features scrunched in irritation.

“Well, if that won’t work then we will just make our way back to base and hand Spider over to the science nuts. They can crack his skull for some more for information.”

“More?” (Y/N) tensed, what was he talking about? She thought Spider seemed fine when she had seen him last.

“Yep, science nuts had him hooked up to a brain scan, almost melted his thick skull.”

“What!?” (Y/N) rose from her position, she had felt more rage in the last 24 hours than she had felt in years. The people had shown her peace and another way a life, a way of life that gave her joy. The man before her was going to cause her blood pressure to raise to dangerous levels. She knew the machine he was talking about, she just didn't think that they would use it on someone so young. Although they had committed a mass murder in order to retrieve rocks so, the bar was really below the floor when it came to their moral compasses.

Quaritch only nodded in reply, he gave no indication of emotion. None.

“And the both of ya will go right back to those science freaks” he paused “no offence, but make no mistake this time around I won’t let them stop. I’ll make sure the kid goes first too.” Unlike most of their interactions (Y/N) looked at him defeated. She looked at him with genuine disappointment.

“Most people who get a second chance at life, try to make amends.” That was all she said for a while. She just sat there staring at him, and him? Well he was just as frozen, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say, somehow her disappointment struck him, like an ice pick in his gut. All he could think about suddenly was fixing this, his thoughts were interrupted by a third person entering the room.

“How’s it going boss, short stack gonna help us?” the Colonel stood up crossing his arms, looking down at (Y/N). She bowed her head, her shoulders fell limp, he actually heard the thump of her tail hitting the floor. She was beat.

“Yes, I’ll help you get your own Ikrans” she wanted to sob, scream. She thought nothing they could do could force her to help them, yet here they are. They had her backed against a wall. They might as well be using her as a blood hound.

~*~

(Y/N) and Spider climbed the vines connecting the floating mountains, laughing at how slow the recoms were. Spider was in a better mood, he was playful enough to lightly pull on (Y/N)’s tail. Neither of them saw the mournful look that Quaritch threw in their direction, the man himself didn’t know what he was feeling.

“We could get there in half the time if we were on our own” (Y/N) Spoke quickly in Na’vi in hopes that the recoms wouldn’t pick up on conversation. Spider laughed heartily.

“skxawng’s” their conversation continued until they reached the waterfall where the Ikran resided.

“They told me that they hurt you? Is that true?” Spider looked away

“I am fi-” they were cut off by Quaritch’s voice pulled them out of their temporary peace.

“Whats are ya yammering about?”

“Ngenga sa’nok!/get away from me!” (Y/N) jumped out at the sound of the mans voice, “Skxawng!” she hissed at him. Quaritch raised his eyebrow and looked down his (still broken) nose at the angry women before him.

“If ya keep calling me moron, I will start calling you short stuff” her mouth fell open in shock.

“I am 8 foot 8 you jackass!”

He leaned down slightly, he wasn’t close enough to be face to face but it was enough to prove his point, placing his hands on his hips he spoke.

“Then quit insulting me will ya?” (Y/N) Rolled her eyes. “And quit that attitude!” he snapped walking past her, leading in the direction of the Ikran.

“What are you going to do about it?” she crossed her arms following behind her. He threw an odd look over his shoulder, she didn’t fully understand it. It wasn’t anger or rage. No one at looked at her that way and it threw her off. Something was shifting in him, maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn’t the same man. ‘And the catalyst for it all was Spider’, she thought. She was wrong. Quaritch could feel himself connecting with Pandora, for some unknown reason he felt pressure to get his own Ikran. He felt this pull to the very ground beneath his feet, and his only true connection to it was her, and he hated it.

Quaritch aimed a sedation gun at a random ikran, causing Spider to laugh and (Y/N) to kiss her teeth at him.

“What?” he looked at them with sincere irritation. His patience was wearing thin.

“Na’vi kids younger than me do this with their bare hands!” Spider laughed at his would be father.

“Sully did this the hard way?”

“What do you think?” Spider laughed more, the Colonel nodded at (Y/N) clearly asking the same question instead, she responded with something quite different.

“Oh, I have my own Ikran. If wasn’t for your death threats I would have flown up here myself.” his face contorted in, confusion? No, an increase of irritation, he was bomb ticking away, each comment gnawing away at his will.

“Ya sayin’ we didn’t have to bust our asses climbin’ up here?” she laughed heartily.

“Skxawng! You think i could have fit eight people on the back of one Ikran?” she leaned forward towards the group of flying animals. “Gaining an Ikran, is a sacred ceremony. Climbing the mountains is apart of that, you said you wanted to do things the Na’vi way.” The Colonel had no response other than to grunt and jump right in front of an Ikran. He quickly found his chosen, his Ikran, but he made one crucial mistake, he didn’t tie the mouth shut. She held back the urge to insult him again instead she just watched, tense and anxious.

The moment he fell off the cliff face, (Y/N) felt nothing. Not nothing, there was something, a loss of opportunity maybe? Opportunity for growth? Or the opportunity to kill him herself. She wasn’t sure, but when Spider ran to the edge, concern filling his normally content features, she knew. She had to keep this idiot alive, at least a little while. She followed Spider to the edge and vocalised calling her own ikran. Loyey arrived quickly, screeching in distrust at the strangers around her Na’vi. (Y/N) jumped on and made the bond, tsaheylu. She quickly lifted into the air looking below. Without warning Quaritch rose from below, startling Loyey in the process.

“Ya worried about me short stack?”

“In your dreams, Skxawng” she rolled her eyes again “someone needs to teach you lot how to fly anyway.” She looked over to see a beaming man, he was smiling, actually smiling. No, he was glowing with pride, and that’s when she saw it, the change he had been talking about. She could see it as easily as she saw his stripes. He was a different man, and that should have changed nothing, yet it changed everything.

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,776

Summary: Eddie Munson is your hero.

Author’s Note: I just couldn’t get the thought of going to the arcade with Eddie out of my head and I wanted to do something with him being protective! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much lovely always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: some small moments of angst because bullies suck but mostly fun, sweet and soft fluff and protective Eddie! :)

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie’s eyes drop to his feet and he starts to step away from you but before you can ask what’s going on you hear a voice you loathe.

“What the hell are you talking to this freak for?” Jason sneers from behind you.

You give Eddie an apologetic smile and spin on your heels.

“It’s none of your business Carver,” you seethe.

“Aw come on now don’t get angry baby. I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out with me this weekend,” Jason continues, ignoring your death glare.

You hear Eddie quietly slipping away behind you and you shoot one last warning glare at Jason before turning to run after Eddie.

“Eddie! Wait!”

He turns at the sound of your voice, quickly looking over your shoulder to see Jason and the rest of the basketball team staring daggers at him.

“I wanted to ask you something,” you say, grabbing his chin to direct his eyes back to you.

He smiles, warm and sweet and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat.

“Did you hear about the new arcade that opened up in town?” you ask him, loving the way his eyes light up at the mention of it.

“Hell yea!” he answers excitedly.

“Wanna go check it out with me on Friday?” you ask, as you clutch your books to your chest and sway on your feet.

“Me?” he gasps, pointing a finger at his chest. “You want to go with me? Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”

You grab his hand and lower it, pushing him backward and away from Jason and the crowd.

“Eddie don’t say that” you whisper. “You’re not a freak but if you’re looking for excuses not to go with me…”

Your eyes lower and you let out a defeated sigh.

“Wait. You mean it,” he says in disbelief.

Big brown eyes meet yours when he dips his head to look at you.

“Yea I mean it. I want to go with you.”

The furrow between his brow softens and then his face breaks out into a grin.

“Ok. Yea. Let’s do it!”

You squeal in happiness and stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you Friday!” you giggle before heading to your locker.

Eddie stands motionless by the doors of the cafeteria, his skin still tingling from the feel of your lips. He presses his fingers to the spot and digs his teeth into his bottom lip, trying to contain his delight.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Jason and the team brush past him, bumping his shoulder and giving him dirty looks. His gaze follows their retreat and he promptly holds up both middle fingers to their backs.

On Friday night you’re standing outside the arcade, searching the parking lot, your stomach twisted in nervous knots at the thought that Eddie might not show.

“Hey.”

You hear Eddie’s voice but it isn’t until you turn around that you see him emerging from the shadows.

“Eddie!” you say excitedly. “You’re here. I was worried you weren’t going to show.”

He silently studies you and you stare back when suddenly he presses his hands over his heart and throws himself backward with a dramatic flourish, pretending to be shot in the chest.

You shout his name but the moment he looks up at you through his curls you giggle, his smile only growing. He stands up and saunters closer, his eyes warm.

“I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” he answers.

“Me too,” you tell him, not waiting for a response and taking his hand to rush the door.

The screens of the games are bright against the low lighting and the sounds of mashing buttons and bleeps and bloops fill your ears.

“Where to first?” Eddie asks as he looks around with glee.

“Space Invaders!” you squeal and take off.

You find the game and reach into your pocket for change. Eddie’s hand lands softly on your shoulder.

“I got it,” he says before sliding the coin in.

You smile brightly with a thanks and start to play. Eddie stands behind you, his body bumping yours in his excitement as you shoot the aliens.

“You’re pretty good,” he winks when the game is over.

“Your turn,” you challenge.

He eyes you with a lopsided smirk. “Oh, I see how it is,” he teases. “Watch and learn baby.”

You giggle and press yourself against him, tensing every time the aliens light up the screen.

“Come on Eddie!”

Your fingers curl around his arm and you hop next to him, cheering him on. The game ends and he let’s out a whoop when he sees his name at the top of the high score list. You lean into him and kiss his cheek.

“You’re good,” you croon.

“Am I gonna get a kiss every time I win?” he asks, smiling down at you.

“Maybe,” you reply, batting your lashes. “But there’s no way you’re going to beat me at Pac Man. Come on!”

He watches with awe as you rack up point after point in Pac Man, your tongue peeking out from between your lips with your concentration. He can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to your mouth and when you finally die you catch him staring. He gives you a sheepish smile before bowing theatrically, his curls falling to cover his face.

“That. Was. Amazing!” he cheers. “Not sure I can actually beat that. But I’m sure as hell gonna try. I want another kiss.”

He waggles his eyebrows, wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans before he inserts the coin. He starts off great, but the harder the mazes get the more he falters and when he loses with a score that doesn’t come close to yours he gives you puppy dog eyes.

“You didn’t even come close,” you lightly tease.

“You wound me,” he cries, falling to his knees on the carpeted floor.

He clasps his hands together pleadingly and you laugh harder. Your hands close around his and you give him a tug, squealing his name when he doesn’t budge and you practically fall into his arms.

You’re tangled in a clumsy embrace, your cheeks sore from laughing when you hear the nasty words of Jason and the moment is ruined.

“Is this really how you want to spend your Friday night baby?” he asks, addressing you.

You lips press together firmly and you roll your eyes.

“What are you doing here Jason?” you answer, taking Eddie’s outstretched hand and standing up, pressing yourself into his side.

Jason advances and Eddie moves in front of you, holding up his hands.

“Get out of my way freak. She’s coming with me,” Jason sneers.

“Don’t you think you should ask her what she wants to do?” Eddie says as calmly as possible.

You grip Eddie’s denim vest, your body trembling with anger.

“I’m not going with you Carver. Leave us alone,” you shout.

Jason smiles threateningly. “I don’t think so.”

He rushes Eddie and grabs his shirt, getting in his face. “Out of my way freak!” He throws Eddie aside and wraps his fingers around your wrist, giving you a harsh pull toward him.

You cry out from the pain of his grip and try to fight him off.

“Jason! Stop!” you yell. “Let me go.”

Before you can even call for Eddie you see a blur of movement out of the corner of your eye and Jason is ripped off you. They scuffle and Eddie somehow gets the upper hand on Jason, cocking his fist back and throwing it into his jaw.

Jason cries out in pain and stumbles backward, landing on his ass and clutching his face.

“You son of a bitch,” Jason screams, lunging for Eddie.

Eddie stands stunned, shaking his aching hand back and forth but before Jason can reach him the owner of the arcade storms over and breaks it up.

The rest of the basketball team runs up behind Jason, the commotion having drawn a crowd.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jason spits, but not before leveling Eddie with menacing look. “This isn’t over Munson.”

You watch Jason walk away, your hands shaking.

“Eddie,” you whisper, running to him.

His eyes are wide as he looks you over.

“Are you ok?” he asks in a whisper, his concern growing when you shiver.

Without thinking he shrugs off his vest and jacket and drapes them over your shoulders, tucking you into the material until you’re wrapped in the smell of him.

You nod and take his hand, lifting his bruised knuckles up to your lips and lightly brushing them over the swollen skin. You can hear his breath hitch at the touch of your lips.

“I am now…thanks to you,” you breathe out. “You’re my hero Eddie.”

You take a step closer, pressing yourself against him.

“Is your hand ok? What about guitar?” you ask, your eyes watering.

He tilts his head as he stares down at you and wiggles his fingers all around, his rings catching the lights.

“Fingers still work just fine sweetheart,” he winks with a mischievous grin.

Your lips part with your slight intake of breath and his eyes immediately drop to your mouth.

“You know…” he says, his tone playfully smug as he dips his head, “the hero always gets the girl…and lots of kisses.”

His lips hover just above yours, his soft curls tickling your cheek and his long lashes lowering.

“Is that how it goes in all your D n D campaigns?” you whisper.

“It’s never this good,” he answers, brushing his lips across yours.

Your lashes flutter closed and he presses his mouth to yours, curling his hand at the back of your neck to draw you closer. You clutch the front of his shirt before you fingers slide up his chest and into his hair.

His free hand falls to your waist and he slips his fingers into his jacket, his calloused thumb finding a sliver of your soft skin. You gasp into his mouth and tug on his hair, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat.

“Eddie,” you whimper, pulling away only for need of air.

He rests his forehead to yours, slowly opening his eyes and letting them wander over your face with reverence.

“I hope I don’t have to punch anyone again to get another one of those,” he smiles as his grip on your waist tightens and he keeps you pressed close.

You giggle and shake your head no, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“But uh…just to be clear, I definitely will,” he states with a grin.

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bbyseok · 1 year

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his shadow

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: pro hero au, bakugou n reader are both pro heroes, gender neutral reader, mention of death, self-depreciation, angst- so much angst, but there’s comfort too !!

analysis: you mess up on the job, and you mess up badly. and even though bakugou tries to help you find solace, you’ll never be as good as him—always in his shadow.

an: i almost wrapped this up with a sad ending so you’re lucky i changed my mind.. i got too emotional and decided to end it with comfort,, enjoy everyone !!

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anyone who knew bakugou knew that he’d make a name for himself. and he has—he’s one of the top pro heroes in japan who prides himself on his work he does. the center of the stage, with the spotlight on him. it’s like he was destined for greatness.

and somehow, you had gotten swept along.

loving katsuki isn’t the easiest thing to do. he’s a little rough around the edges and emotionally constipated. that, paired with the dangerous work you both do.

yes, you’re also a pro hero. not as well known as bakugou, a little low on the charts, but you’re satisfied with the job—saving people is the most important thing above all.

despite all these trials, you made it work. loving him isn’t easy, but it’s enough. you smooth out his roughness and teach him the tender things of life. he shows you a side that makes your heart flutter.

you have katsuki all to yourself at times. his vulnerability, his love, his everything—the way he holds you with gentle hands that he uses everyday to defeat villains and criminals.

and yet, the oh so great explosion murder god dynamight is someone who people marvel and fawn over for sure, no matter what. that’s out of the question. and with his spotlight, he also casts an unbearable shadow.

a shadow you drown in.

the brightness of your laptop is glaring at you. a stupid news article is displayed on your screen; its bold headliner words are simple but taunting, mocking.

DYNAMIGHT’S PRO HERO SPOUSE FAILS TO SAVE THREE LIVES DURING CONSTRUCTION ACCIDENT.

fuck.

it had been a slip, a mistake. you hadn’t judged the falling of the debris as fast as you should’ve, you hadn’t heard the last desperate cry of the workers at least once. the article is right, so right that it’s unbearable. you had failed.

those people counted on you to save them and you had failed them and their families. it’s all your fault, undoubtedly, and all eyes are on you because of it.

the awful, creeping feeling of guilt is making your head spin. but the words of the headline make it even worse. dynamight’s spouse. this isn’t the first time news reports use that title instead of your actual hero name, or your name in general. it’s always dynamight’s this, dynamight’s that. dynamight’s side piece. dynamight’s.

you don’t mind being bakugou’s. you’re his and he’s yours.

but his shadow swallows you whole until there’s nothing left. absolutely nothing left, and until you’re nothing without him. you’re nothing without bakugou katsuki, without dynamight in the hero world.

his shadow arches over your accomplishments and feeds your failures—you’d never be as great as him, wouldn’t be worthy enough for him just like this article title says. you’d never meet his standard, his greatness that comes with even a mention of his name. you had failed for god’s sake.

the sound of the front door opening abruptly yanks you out of your.. thoughts. they don’t go away though, whispering and hissing at the back of your mind. you quickly close and shut down your laptop as you hear footsteps approaching.

katsuki’s voice breaks the air. “babe? where are you?” you’ve been with him long enough to read his tone. he knows what happened. he knows and you know he’s going to talk about it. bakugou never avoids things, especially things like this.

you don’t answer him, leaving him to find you seated at the dining table. his footsteps falter as you meet his gaze, and for some reason, he looks relieved to see you there. you can tell he changed at his agency in a hurry, casual clothes all rumpled and wrinkled.

he reaches you, one of his hands cradling your cheek carefully. “i heard what happened.” yep, straight to the point. “are you okay?” you don’t know if he means physically or mentally. his eyes roam over you for any injuries in a brief manner.

it takes a while for you to answer, struggling to simply look at him in the eye. “..no.” you decide to be truthful. besides, it’d be a blatant lie if you had said yes. “i’m not okay,” you admit delicately.

bakugou, in his time of courting and falling in love with you, has learned how to comfort you in his own way. his thumb brushes over the skin of your cheek before he has both of his hands holding yours. “talk to me.”

you let out a soft, shaky exhale. “i.. i don’t know what to say, katsuki. what can i say?” shit, it hurts. the guilt is eating up at your insides, digging its way into your heart, and your voice cracks. “i failed, katsuki.”

bakugou doesn’t hesitate to drag one of the dining table chairs closer to yours and sits close to you, knees pressed against yours as he holds your hands more firmly. “hey, hey. listen to me.”

it’s then you realize that your hands are trembling. fuck. you try to steady them, studying the way his warm palms fit against yours, how his fingers are calloused but gentle.

“look at me,” he says softly, and you meet his eyes of red, unprepared. what was he gonna say to you? now, bakugou is hardly the jerk he was in his middle and high school days, and you’ve been with him for many years, but for once, you fear what he’d say. would he scold you, demean you? he has the right to anyway; failure grants that.

“mistakes..” you can tell that by the reluctance in bakugou’s voice that he’s choosing his words very carefully, “mistakes happen.”

“i-” your voice cracks again. “we can’t afford to make mistakes, katsuki! especially in this line of work- you know that! those- they were people!” your face feels warm with sudden tears. “and i just-! and i just let them die!”

you feel his hands tighten their grip and his mouth opens to say something.. and yet nothing comes out. in all of his years of being a pro hero, of all the challenges he’s faced in his life, for once—it looks like he doesn’t know what to say.

you inhale sharply, yanking away from his hold. when you stand, the chair scrapes uncomfortably against the floor. you know he’s trying, but fuck, it’s suffocating to breathe.. especially with him so close.

“i’m sorry, katsuki. i’m so sorry.” you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for right now. for not saving those people? for being a pathetic excuse for a hero? for not being a good enough person to stand by bakugou’s side? maybe all of the above. “i can’t- i just-”

and he’s standing right there with you, familiar furrow in his brow as he holds out his hands again. you can tell he wants to touch you, hug you, but you take a step back warily.

“you knew what you were getting into when you decided to become a pro hero,” he tells you. an attempt of being understanding, but it doesn’t help at all. “we can’t save everyone.”

but he can, a voice mocks, dynamight can. dynamight always wins.

“but you can!” you let your thoughts slip out with a wail. you wipe at your eyes with frustration, wishing you weren’t crying right now. you’ve had your vulnerable moments with katsuki before, but right now, you feel so weak. and you don’t want to look weak in front of him. “dynamight can! but me?”

judging by how his eyes widen, you see he’s a bit bewildered by the sudden change of the conversation being focused on him. the insecurity is as clear as day in your voice and you wish it weren’t.

his shadow is overwhelming.

“i’m- i’m nothing compared to you, katsuki! japan knows it!” a sob escapes your throat after that. “hell, even the world knows it! dynamight’s pro hero spouse-” you can’t finish it. you can’t finish it because another sob rings through the air and your heart hurts.

suddenly, you’re warm, and you’re blinking your tears into the fabric of katsuki's shirt, his broad arms wrapped around you tightly in an embrace so that you can’t move even if you tried.

“shut up.”

it’s whispered so brokenly into your ear, and it sounds almost as if katsuki’s on the verge of crying too. “please, shut up,” he murmurs, clinging onto you like you’d disappear right before his eyes. “don’t- don’t say that about yourself. don’t.”

if there’s one thing that can make you even guiltier than you already are, it’s making katsuki cry. even with the softer interior of bakugou you’ve come to see in the past years, he doesn’t cry often, and certainly not because of you. the sniffles he hides into your shoulder are the last thing that crumbles your heart.

“katsuki, i…”

he pulls back to lock your gazes, tears blurring. his red eyes are so pretty, always has been, even if they are crying right now. they blaze with a sudden fierceness, a sudden desperation that makes you listen.

“i married you because i love you. because you’re enough for me, do you hear that? no one, nothing, is going to change that—no articles, no accidents, nothing. so do not go telling me, do not go telling yourself, that you’re not worthy enough for me. that you’re not worthy enough of being a pro. you’re enough.”

katsuki’s words stun you into silence; they knock the breath out of your lungs and has your sobbing cease with a gasp. his eyes are burning into you and you hear him. you hear him and his heart.

you’re still crying. the tears are warm on your face and you don’t flinch when he moves his hands to cup your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe them away. “you’re enough, baby. all of you.”

with those words, he also wipes the insecurities and doubts away. not all of them, but they crawl and scurry out of your mind, chased out by katsuki’s love and his warmth.

you sniffle then, burying your head into his neck and letting yourself realize that you’re enough for pro hero dynamight, for bakugou katsuki. that you’re enough for the world, mistakes and all.

and that maybe.. maybe you can learn how to stand outside of his shadow.

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kakujis · 1 year

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love meter test - keisuke!;

synopsis: u test out the love meter filter on tiktok. it does not give u the answer u want.

warnings: swearing, gn!reader, semi-whiny!reader, not proofread! thats about it.

a/n: this is the dumbest thing i've ever written but i could NOT get the love meter test to give me and baji a good score so u know what?? i wrote about it! this is also all @fuyuluvr's fault. but also u should def read their blue lock ver: here.

baji keisuke is immediately up the second he hears the front door slam open, followed by your wails reverberating through the shared apartment. he jumps up from his desk chair, abandoning whatever vet textbook he was studying, running straight to the living room. he spots you, hiccuping and sobbing, “kei! kei! come here! please!”

you wipe at your tears, streaming down your face freely as your boyfriend comes to grab your shoulders. “hey! hey! baby what happened, what’s wrong?” his adrenaline is pumping, as he scans your body, looking for any bodily injuries. there’s tons of questions running through his head like: did you get hurt? did someone threaten you?

you’re clear of any physical injuries, instead throwing your phone out towards him, “this piece of shit! this piece of shit app!” you wail, and baji tilts his head.

“huh?” he says as he grabs the device. “what am i looking at?” baji stares quizzically at himself in the camera, above him being a bright pink “test your love!” box.

you sniffle, “it keeps giving us awful scores. like shit tier, bottom of the barrel, the absolute worst.” you say, quickly moving to your drafts to show the low scores the two of you kept getting. but baji barks a laugh at the way your face deflates in each video, a measly “12%....yeaaaaa” is the last one, in which your tears well-up uncontrollably. “s’not funny!”

“gimme that,” he says, swiping it from you and you don’t even protest. “let me try.”

you keep sniffling, “it doesn’t matter, keisuke, we’re not soulmates, we’re not twin-flames, we’re not even besties.” and you start to sob, again, but baji pulls you in, one arm looped around your shoulder.

“no, you just don’t have the magic touch is all.” he grins, flashing you his fangs, as he begins typing in your names.

“yeah and you clearly do.” you roll your eyes, before grabbing his arm, eyes wide, “....you spelled my name wrong!” you blubber, and keisuke raises a brow.

“what? no, i didn’t.” he says, squinting at the letters on the screen.

“yes you did!” you rip the phone from his hands, backspacing and typing both your names in, to make sure he doesn’t mess that up too.

“huh, i did.” he mutters, “my bad.”

“this is why we aren’t soulmates!” you yell, “the app was right!”

“stop whining and watch.” he says, an air of confidence surrounds him as he presses record, “see! we’re going up!”

“it just started. you gotta wait,” your tears have subsided at this point, as the both of you stare intently at the screen.

the grin on baji’s face starts to fall as the number continues to lower until it reaches a measly 54% - besties. “see i told you-” but baji clears the video and tries it again, face scrunched up in frustration. but the more he does, the more it lowers, the next is 24%, then 12%, until it reaches a depressing 6%.

it’s quiet as you pout, blinking your red rimmed eyes. you start to reach for your phone, but baji doesn’t let you. his face is unreadable as he swiftly turns and walks towards the window, before he chucks the device out.

you rush over, gasping, “keisuke, why the fuck did you just do that?!” you say, arriving just in time to watch it fall to the ground before it shatters into pieces on the street below.

“your phone was hacked or fucking rigged or something!” he grumbles, pulling you close. “we’re literally soulmates. twin flares or whatever you’re always saying.”

“… it’s twin flames.” you correct, and he mutters out a “whatever.”

“but, my phone…” you continue, sadly staring at it below.

“i’ll just get you a new one,” he snorts, besides no stupid app was gonna have his soulmate crying and this way he made sure of it. “how much was it?”

“i dunno, like 1k or something, my parents got it for me as a gift.” you shrug and baji nearly chokes. you blink up at him, fluttering your now dried lashes. “you’re gonna get me a new phone, right?”

“y-yeah…” he nods fervently, starting to sweat a little as he starts thinking that maybe he shouldn’t be so impulsive. fuck. he’s gonna have to ask chifuyu for extra shifts.

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lxndonorris · 1 year

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bumpy ride - Fabio Quartararo

Y/N x Fabio Quartararo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching after his little rodeo on track, his crotch is a little sore, with him asking for a helping hand x word count: 1380+

As long as you're dating Fabio, joining him in the paddock for the race weekends is one of your favorite things in the world. Watching him speed around the track, you feel a similar rush of adrenaline pulsate through your body. The excitement, the velocity, the roaring of his Yamaha, all of this makes it even better. Today, you're watching the training session, while Fabio is adjusting himself and the bike to the track. However, there seems to be a bump on the road, with a few riders making a quick jump. And Fabio hits it as well.

You are watching his body lifting for a mere inch before he pulls himself into the saddle again, and the impact looked a little painful. Fabio's groin hits his bike, and instantly, you can feel the pain he must be feeling. Cringing quickly, you watch the screen as the camera shifts toward the front view. Fabio bends forwards, presumably letting out a low groan while reaching for his dick. All of the guys around you do a similar noise, with a few of them mirroring his movements.

Now, you're watching him entering the garage, after finishing a few more laps. Fabio jumps off his bike, and immediately, his mechanics comfort him, patting his back and chest tenderly, as he mutters a few words to them. Then, he turns his head towards you, and you can tell his facial expression even through his helmet, just by the way he handles himself. He walks towards you, taking his helmet off, while you bite your lower lip, holding back a coy smirk. One of his team takes his helmet, pats him on the back again, and tells him to take a quick break while they'll analyze his performance.

With a huge grin, sweaty hair, and wearing his leather suit, boots, and gloves, he places his hands at your waist, gently pulling you into him, kissing you lovingly. At the same time, you place both hands on his firm chest, to steady yourself, as you embrace his lips on yours. "You did so well." You say once you separate, causing him to smile even brighter. "Thank you." He says, his voice huskier than usual, and you can tell he is a little exhausted.

Then, however, you cannot help yourself and run a hand across his chest, enjoying the feeling of leather rubbing against the palm of your hands. "Everything okay?" You mouth silently, trying your best not to draw any attention from the masses of people hustling all around you. His eyes widen slightly, and his face flushes with even more color, his cheeks turning bright red. "You saw it, didn't you." He breathes deeply before he closes his eyes for just a second. "We all did." You have a look around, and Fabio does the same. "Fuck." He exhales and slowly regains his composure.

You stroke his chest gently as he leans into you, whispering in your ear. "I could need a hand." Fabio's breath burns on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck shooting up. "To confirm, he's okay." He holds back a breathless moan, causing you to look down, catching one of his hands quickly brushing over his crotch. Tilting your head, you lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Right here?" You shrug, causing his mouth to morph into a playful smirk. "Y/N, you're naughty." He licks his lips, and takes his gloves off quickly, before grabbing your waist again with his hand caressing your waistline. "But I know a better place." Fabio nods, takes your hand, and leads you out of the back of the Yamaha garage, into a more secluded corner of the paddock.

Behind a makeshift wall, a few stacks of tires, and without anyone running around, he turns around, still smirking deviously. "You're hurt?" You say softly, taking a step towards him, placing one hand on his lower arm, the other right on his chest again. "I am." He pouts and nods, one of his hands mirroring yours, his fingertips brushing over your arm. "Aw. Poor you." You say, so softly your voice is nearly unhearable. Lovingly, you draw circles across his chest, while he embraces your hand on his body. Fabio grabs your waist with one hand. "You want me to look?" You smile comfortingly, and Fabio nods again, this time, he can't hide the huge smirk spreading across his whole face.

Gently, carefully even, you start to unzip his suit, exposing his well-formed bare chest. Fabio's eyes follow every move of your hand closely, while his hands slowly encompass parts of your body. You're standing right in front of him now, his upper suit wide open, and you stroke his chest again, this time, using your fingertips to tease him. Fabio's body shivers slightly once you stroke his pecs, his erect nipples, and further down, tracing the visible outlines of his abs with all of your fingers. "This feels good. Mhm." He purrs, raising his head to meet your eyes once more. "Good." You breathe deeply, letting your other hand run across his chest as well, but this time, you go even further down to his crotch. At first, you touch him through his suit, and yet, he flinches. "Fuck." A soft moan turns into a coy giggle, as he regains his composure very quickly.

"Does it hurt?" You say, leaning into him, one hand stroking his chest, the other now gently brushing over his crotch. "A little, yeah." He takes a deep breath, his eyes now stuck on yours. "Come here." You say softly, kissing him right on the lips. He instantly embraces your body again, his hands now on your waist, steady yourself against his body. Fabio moans softly into your mouth as you stroke his now bulging dick some more. After a few more kisses, you pull away, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours.

"Feel better?" You say comfortingly, your hands still caressing his beautiful body. Fabio nods happily, and takes your hand from his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Thank you." He smiles and kisses you again. You smile and feel his other hand now stroking the small of your back tenderly. "Anytime." Tilting your head slightly, you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body, and you can tell he feels the same. The whole time, you've been teasing him through his leather suit, and there is no hiding it right now.

All of his muscles are bulging against his clothes, his nipples are hard and his whole body is tensing still. A part of you would love to take him right now, right here, and by the way, his eyes light up, his expression shifts, and you can tell he's holding back himself. Carefully, you reach for his bare chest again, with him lowering his head to watch your hand, your fingers make contact with his skin again, when you hear someone approaching the two of you from behind. "There you are." It's Tom, one of his oldest and closest friends, who you are very close to as well. Both of you freeze instantly, watching Tom's face go through several expressions before his mouth turns into a knowing smile.

"Did I interrupt anything?" He holds back a mischievous smirk, and you shake your head nervously. "Nope, we're good." You say and Fabio shrugs. "Yeah, uh, you were looking for me?" He stutters slightly, and Tom just giggles for a second, before he points at the two of you. "Yeah, but you finish whatever you were doing, and be back in five for a few more laps." His face shifts between Fabio's and yours. "We weren't.." Fabio tries to explain himself but Tom raises a finger before he lets his gaze wander all over Fabios tensed body.

"Five minutes." He says, and the three of you share a laugh. "Thanks, Tom." Fabio growls, and you do the same, watching him leave you alone again. You turn to meet Fabio's gaze, and slowly close his suit. "How about we finish this tonight?" Smirking, you pat his chest lovingly. Now, he tilts his head teasingly. "We better do that." He licks his lips, reaches for his dick once, grabbing himself firmly before he leads you back to the garage.

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