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aizawaorkuroo · 4 years

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Can I get sum jealous Enji Todoroki smut? I require the fire manz

wicked

Ship: Todoroki Enji x reader

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Enji gets jealous easily, and when you push him, the rewards outweigh the risk.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Spanking, Size Kink, Thigh Riding,

AN: no beta we die like men tgersfw but Mr. Endeavor is a large man and that is my weakness 😔😔 and this features a pre-established relationship lmao, but i’ll be tagging endeavor things as “endeavor content”

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Enji Todoroki is not the same man he was before. He’s trying to change, trying to atone. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness, and he’s trying to change. But that does not mean he is soft. You cause him to slip up, making him violent and possessive in his affections. He never acts on it, demonstrating an iron will. But right now...it’s not his fault.

Hawks had always been a menace. Enji has known that since the first day he meant him. But right now? Seeing Hawks blatantly flirt while you’re trying to work? It makes him boil. His blood bubbles and a storm brews in his chest. His eyes narrow at your back, and he crosses his arms, watching you.

And you’re not stupid. You know Hawks is flirting with you, leaving you stuttering and tripping over your words as you try to get the paperwork sorted. It means nothing, but the sheer force of his attention leaves you reeling. Something burns into the back of your neck, making your spine shiver. You turn away from Hawks, eyes locking onto Endeavour. His face is impassable, a solid wall that refuses to lower.

He blinks down at the two of you, before turning around sharply, walking around the corner. You turn back to Hawks, trying to ignore the lazy, knowing grin sprawled out on his face.

“I’ll see you later,” he teases before wandering outside and soaring into the sky. You mutter a pointless goodbye before turning to where Endeavour just stalked off too. Rising on shaking legs, you smooth your skirt trying to prepare yourself for what lies ahead.

When you turn around the corner, you run right into a solid surface. Your hands shoot upward and brace yourself on Endeavour's chest. Large, warm hands wrap around your waist, keeping you from stumbling. You glance up, stomach flipping as he blankly stares down at you. His heart beats steadily underneath your fingertips, a constant reminder of the fire within him.

“Y/N. My office. Now.” His voice is strong and even, leaving no room for discussion. You swallow past the lump in your throat, nodding at his words. Endeavor pulls away from you rapidly and walks away without giving you another glance. You exhale a shaky breath and trail after the tall hero, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you.

Endeavor holds his office door open for you, his large frame taking up most of the space. You squeeze by him, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of his body. The door slams shut, making you flinch. Warm, orange light streams through the windows, lighting up his eyes as he sits down at his desk. You squirm uncomfortably under his clouded gaze.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he rumbles. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shake your head. One of his brows shoots upward.

“Try again.” His eyes are bright as his gaze trails over your face.

“No, sir.” A predatory smirk pulls at his lips, making you shiver.

“You are here because of your shameless flirting.” Your eyes widen, sputtering as you attempt to argue your innocence. He holds his hand up, stopping your rambling. He rises to his feet, traversing the distance between you in seconds. He’s close now, the warmth from his body invading your senses.

Your head tilts down, trying to avoid his gaze. Butterflies erratically dance around your stomach at the thought of what’s going to happen next.

“You’re an office manager,” he sneers. “You’re my office manager.” A large hand grasps your chin, tilting your face back, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your thighs squeeze together, and Endeavour’s predatory grin deepens. Oh. So this is the game. He releases your chin, letting his large hands trail down the sides of your body before landing your hips. His grip tightens, and he pulls you forward, pressing his body against yours.

Endeavor’s hips grind into you, and your eyelids flutter when you feel his hard erection against you. His hands reach around to squeeze your ass, prompting a small moan to leave you. His eyes darken before he ducks down, his mouth molding to your own. You weave your fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. His hips buck into you, and you moan against him.

A large, warm hand slips under your skirt, and he cups your clothed pussy. A sharp grin forms against you as Enji feels how damp your underwear is. He pulls away from your lips, humming in satisfaction.

“Who got you this wet?” he mutters into your ear. Your hips cant against his hand, and your stomach flips.

“Hawks,” you moan out, watching as Enji’s face grows red, his eyes gleaming in anger. He rips his hand away from you, lip curling in disgust. A large hand grabs your wrist, and he drags you to his chair, forcing you across his knees as he sits. He flips your skirt up again, exposing your ass. You wiggle against him excitedly, making a note of his hard cock poking into you.

“I was gonna fuck you nicely, but you need to punished.” You shiver at his words, excitement and lust bubbling in your stomach.

A sharp smack resounds in the air as he brings his hand down against your ass. You whine at the pain, letting your head dip down.

“How long did you talk to him?” he asks coolly. You bite your bottom lip, squirming as he pulls down your underwear.

His hand strikes your ass again, and you moan, feeling your pussy clench.

“Maybe three minutes,” you mumble. He makes an appreciative noise as your answer. His hand rubs your ass soothingly, and you sigh at the small amount of relief you feel.

“Then a spank for each minute. So one more. Sound fair?” you nod against his leg, bracing yourself. His large hand slaps your skin one last time, making you yelp. He only spanked you three times, but his hands are large, and warm, burning just as hot as the rest of him.

His fingers trail down your slit from behind, making you moan. They swipe at the wetness that’s beginning to pool between you, making your hips jolt. He hums appreciatively, before reaching to swipe at your clit.

“Enji,” you moan. He chuckles, the vibrations shaking your body.

“I’m going to ask you again, who got you this wet?” You twist to face him, a cruel smile growing on your lips.

“Hawks!”

His brows dip in anger, and he snarls, yanking you upright against him. Your legs slot around his large, muscular thigh. Enji’s hands clutch your waist, and his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. When he pulls away, there’s something dark and deep in his eyes, and it makes your pussy flutter.

“I was gonna make you cum, but now you have to work for it.” He flexes his thigh, jostling it under you. You whine, hips rocking forward against him. His hands squeeze your waist before punching your skirt up around your waist, giving him a better view of you grinding against him.

He tugs at your shirt next, forcing it off of your body. He yanks your bra to the side, and his hands grope at your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

You moan wantonly against him, letting your hips rut faster against him. He laughs loudly at your pathetic whines and pants.

“So fucking desperate to cum, huh?” His voice drops down, something sinister lying in wait for its prey. You nod, mewling against him, trying to urge your hips to rock faster. “Look at that huh? Making a mess on my thigh.” Your cunt clenches, and your nails claw at his skin through his costume.

His thigh flexes again, and he bounces it up into you, making you squirm. Enji’s hands slip back down to your hips, prompting you to move faster.

He’s hot under you, burning fast and bright. You whine and tug at his costume, craving the feeling of his skin. A humorless laugh crawls through his chest, and he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Now, tell me who got you this wet?” You smirk, and you’re about to push him further, but his hands force you to stop moving, leaving your mind frustrated and blank.

“And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t lie to me this time, or else this will stop altogether.” You widen your eyes, mouth forming a surprised ‘o.’ He smirks down at you, making you flush. You brace your hands on his chest, leaning forward to rest your head on him.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, who got you this wet?”

“You, Enji,” you whimper against him. His thick arms circle your waist, and he bends down to nuzzle your hair. He hums in approval, gently rocking his thigh again.

“Was that so hard?” he murmurs into your hair. You shake your head, enjoying the warmth that surrounds you and the tightening coil in your core. He abruptly stands up, pushing you off his lap and onto his desk. You furrow your brows, frustrated at the loss of friction. He tuts lightly at you as he tugs his costume off.

“Don’t be upset. I want you to cum around my cock.” You flush at his words, letting your head flop onto the desk. You shut your eyes, trying to regain control of your breathing.

Something burning nudges at your slit, and you gasp. You prop yourself up, watching as Enji rubs his cock along the lips of your pussy.

“I’ve got you dripping,” he muses. You shift your hips, trying to get closer. His hands grip your hips, stilling your pathetic squirming. Your head twists to the side, eyes closing as his cock head bumps against your clit. His hands tighten as he slides against you.

“Quit messing around,” you murmur before biting your lip in frustration.

“I won’t fuck you until you look at me,” he growls. Forcing your eyes open, your face screws up in focus as you turn to face him. He smiles cruelly at you, letting his cock rut against your clit.

“You ready?” His eyes are focused on your leaking pussy, licking his lips as you nod eagerly. His cock slowly pushes in, spreading you wide.

Enji’s a large man, larger than most, thick with rippling muscle and hulking mass. It’s times like these when you’re reminded of it, when his cock is pushing into you, splitting your pussy. He groans loudly bending down, letting his body rub against yours. You preen at the skin to skin contact, wrapping your arms around his burning skin as he starts to thrust into you.

Enji peppers the side of your neck with hot kisses, and you moan loudly, your cunt clenching tightly around his large cock. His hands trail up and down the sides of your body, squeezing the flesh he finds.

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades before you claw down his back. Your hips buck up in an attempt to meet his deep thrusts. Enji sucks possessive marks into your neck, a loud proclamation of your relationship. You’re his. The thoughts loops in his mind, mine, mine mine.

His hand forces its way in between your thighs, and his large thumb brushes against your clit, making your pussy convulse. He groans at the sudden tightening and moves his thumb in faster, concrete circles. Your fingers dig harshly into him, and cry crawls out of your throat. He chuckles, and it resounds throughout your body.

The ghosts of an orgasm solidify into something stronger, something definite. It’s white-hot and heavy within you, burning you as it grows into something unyielding. Your cunt clenches again, and you wrap your thighs around his waist, trying to draw him closer. Enji maintains the pace of his thrusts but increases the force on your clit. He’s too warm, too hot, too close, encompassing you in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Enji,” you wail. He smirks at you, pressing a sloppy, searing kiss to your lips. You moan against his mouth, hips bucking up against him.

“Cum around my cock,” he murmurs into your mouth. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure, and a loud, embarrassing moan tears through your throat. You writhe against his body, hips thrashing uncontrollably. Your orgasm tears through you, burning and unrelenting.

Enji’s pace grows sloppy as you ride out your orgasm, and he thrusts deeply into your convulsing pussy, letting out hot spurts of cum paint the inside of your stretched out cunt. He slows against you, pressing soothing kisses along the curve of your jaw and your face.

“You good?” he murmurs. You smile weakly and nod, sleepy contentment overcoming your exhausted body. You release Enji from your grasp, stretching your arms out above you. A smirk sprawls across your face, and his eyes narrow.

“That was really good, Enji. Gonna have to get you riled up more often.” He rolls his eyes, pulling away from your sweaty body, and you wince as he pulls his cock out. A deep, satisfied noise tumbled through his chest as his sticky cum trickles out of your cunt. His thumb swipes at it, before trailing over your slit. A shudder racks through your body, and he grins cruelly.

“You are wicked.”

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khaotic-kitsunes · 3 years

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Important Business

Okay, so I know I said I was gonna write this up later today, which it still technically is...but I might have forgotten after I woke up, so I apologize for that! In my defense, Stardew Valley is a terribly addictive game...

Either way, hope you enjoy the second scenario that I had thought up for this request. Technically I thought this one up first but wrote the other one first...haha, again, I’ll tag the lovely @moonstone777 and @eraser-girll because I’d hate for you to miss out! I see those tags and comments and appreciate the hell out of them!

🥃 AO3 🥃

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

You cried out Tamaki’s name as another orgasm flooded your system, spurring you to grind your hips back against Tamaki while he left a trail of bitemarks along your back; still not quite finished with you if you were to guess from the way he was acting.

“Tama…please, I need a break…” You whined out, pressing your forehead down against his desk while he continued to slam into you without any hint of slowing down, low grunts and groans being the only response he would give you.

When Tamaki had first called you into his office earlier, this is not how you were expecting to wind up; laying across his desk with his throbbing cock buried inside of you and his teeth running over your sensitive skin. Though he had mentioned that his rut was close a few days prior, so maybe it had kicked in earlier than he had planned; the thoughts were impossible to focus on for more than a few seconds any way.

It was probably better for you to just enjoy it as much as you could, given that you were slowly being driven into an early heat from his actions.

“Sorry bunny, just a little longer. I’ll take you home soon…I promise” Tamaki groaned out in a low tone, one of his large hands closing around the soft fur belonging to the base of your tail; you weren’t given any opportunity to tell him to stop before he was tugging on it firmly and making your mind go blank from the sudden wave of white-hot pleasure that flooded you. His name escaping you in a broken moan, a mere ramble on your lips.

You whimpered out pathetically when he released your tail, likely out of surprise; it had been the first time he had pulled your tail since the two of you started sleeping together and there had been a very good reason for that. It was something you were avoiding letting him discover, always careful not to draw attention to your tail and instead distract him with other pleasures.

“Bunny? Bunny are you alrig-” Tamaki was cut off by the almost ear-piercing sound of his phone going off, causing him to curse out in annoyance while his thrusting stopped temporarily; long enough for him to locate the device that needed his attention.

You shuddered when you felt him pull out of you, unable to stop the quiet whine of frustration from escaping you as he searched for his phone; taking the time to compose yourself after having him grab your tail like that, the appendage currently twitching.

“Who is it?” Tamaki growled out in annoyance while you peeked back at him, watching as he stepped behind you again, rubbing up against you with a gentleness that showed his worry over your reaction moments ago.

“Tamaki wait…just gimme a second!” You whined out in a quiet demand, not wanting to be heard by the person on the other end of the phone; not only did you have no clue who it was, you didn’t need anymore knowing looks from Tamaki’s subordinates.

“Hold on for a second.”

Tamaki moved the phone away from his ear before leaning down to your level, using his free hand to rub at your ear gently; careful not to stir you up more than you already were.

“Bunny, what was that about? Did I hurt you?” You shook your head in response, looking towards the phone before sighing and flicking your ears about; this wasn’t the best time to explain what he had done, but it would end up worse if you didn’t.

“My tail is sensitive…” You trailed off, gasping out when his hand closed around your tail again, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

“Good, so long as you’re alright” He pressed his lips to your cheek before leaning away and moving the phone back to his ear, burying himself inside of you again and making you cry out; your back arching from the pleasure.

“Alright, go ahead.”

Tamaki gave a firm tug of your tail, watching you as you squirmed beneath him, crying out his name loudly while you squeezed your eyes shut tightly to try and cope with his newfound amusement.

“And which business is it that can’t pay us?”

You whimpered out his name as he thrust his hips roughly, tugging on your tail every few seconds until you were pushing your hips back against him needily; gripping the edge of the desk so that you could brace yourself.

“Tama…ki…”

“Well, if it’s them, allow them the extension they’re asking for, whatever they owe us today will be the amount on the new date. It’s the first extension they need, so be lenient. If that’s all, I’m currently taking care of something important right now…”

Tamaki trailed off as he hung up the phone, throwing it towards the ground before his hand moved down to your hip, holding you in place while he began to rut up against you; his knot swelling up the closer he came to his release.

“You’d doing so well, my cute little Omega…” He tugged on your tail firmly, using his hold on you to pull you back against him as he buried his knot inside of you, groaning out your name as he released his seed; the sensation pushing you over the edge again.

You whimpered out quietly when Tamaki pulled your body away from the table and against his chest, allowing him to sit back in his chair for the remainder of the time you would be stuck together; trailing gentle kisses along your neck.

“I’m sorry bunny, I put you through a lot this time, didn’t I?” You nodded at his question, shuddering when he rolled his hips up, making you painfully aware of how good he felt inside of you.

“Jerk…” You grumbled out the half-hearted insult as you relaxed into his hold, letting out a particularly loud yawn; having your alpha ravage you like that was always exhausting.

“Love you too, bunny”

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etoileholland · 4 years

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Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?

@rosieholland asked “Hey I love all your imagines! Maybe you could do one where the boys are stuck at home during quarantine but Harry’s best friend y/n is staying with them. And Tom and y/n and secretly start dating and don’t say anything because they don’t know how Harry will feel about it.

Pairing: Tom x female reader; bestfriend! Harry

Warnings: a lil argument, I think that’s all

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for requesting this, and I really hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open, and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

It was a dangerous game to sneak around your best friend’s back, especially since you weren’t very good at keeping secrets.

You and Harry were nearly inseparable, and it seemed as though when someone saw one of you, then the other was somewhere nearby. When he began to work on his short film project and needed an actress, he called you first. You had known Harry for almost two years, and you met over what you call “the frozen yogurt debacle”. This needs no elaboration since it’s not important to the plot, but it’s important to note that a terrible shared experience can bring two people together.

A week into filming, it was announced that the UK would go into lockdown, and that meant filming had to be postponed. Since you spent more time at the Holland residence than your own, Harry asked if you would quarantine with them.

Naturally, spending so much time together with people for a few months would make it so that you get very comfortable around everyone.

The boys knew that you were physically affectionate, so no one batted an eye when you were cuddled up next to someone. Most of the time you were always with Harry, or sometimes Sam, and occasionally Tom.

That’s why no one suspected that you and Tom were secretly dating, especially Harry. You had vowed to keep it a secret from him because you didn’t want him to get mad at you for dating his brother.

Sneaking around was quite fun though, and it was becoming more and more like a game.

“Baby” you trailed off, moaning as Tom trailed kisses down your neck. You were both in his bedroom with the door locked, trying not to make any noise. Harry’s room was right on the other side of the wall, and it was a dangerous game to be making out in Tom’s room.

“Love, I need you-”, he placed a kiss on your shoulder, biting lightly as you moaned, “to be quiet.”

“You’re making it quite difficult.” You breathed back and he let out a breathy laugh.

“Good.” He kissed you deeper, and you heard Harry say something from the other side of the wall.

“Tom.” You were trying to untangle yourself from him, but he just kept pulling you closer. “Harry said something.” You managed to sit up, and Tom just pouted.

“So? He’s probably playing fifa or something.” He said, lifting his head slightly to kiss you on the lips.

“What if he knows?” You asked and he just shook his head.

“You’ve gotta tell him eventually. As much fun as it is to sneak around, you should be honest with him. He’s your best friend.”

“And he’s your brother.” You replied. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t want him to hate me for being with you.”

“I really doubt he’ll hate you, if he really loves me then he’ll be happy for me being with someone as lovely as you.” He stated and you nodded.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you cupped Tom’s cheek with your hand, placing a light kiss to his cheek, “I did promise Harry that I would bake cookies with him.”

“Alright darling, cuddle later?” Tom looked at you with wide, puppy dog like eyes and you let out a small laugh.

“Of course, see you later, secret boyfriend.” You whispered while holding up finger guns.

“Back at you, secret girlfriend.” He winked as you quietly left the room.

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“Earth to Y/N, why are you so distracted?” Harry waved his hand in front of you, gently slapping your cheek. “What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He smirked as he let out a small laugh.

You two were supposed to be baking some cookies, but you’ve been lost in your thoughts for the duration of the activity.

“I’m just thinking about how in Italian, when you want to describe a loving boy with a good heart, you say “è buono come il pane” which literally means “he’s as good as bread” and I think that’s beautiful.”

“Actually, yeah that is beautiful. Would you describe me that way?” He looked up from the cookbook and you nodded. “Yeah of course, they must’ve had you in mind when they came up with that term.”

“Aw gosh I love you.” He put his hand over his heart and smiled, “but really, what are you thinking about? Hmm?” He prodded and you felt yourself already start to panic. He took a long drink of his water bottle, while continuing to stare at you.

“Okay fine, I was thinking that the guy who’s in the “Adam.” vine and the “hi, welcome to chili’s” guy are not the same person, but twins and I don’t know what to do with this information.” You rambled and Harry choked, gasping for air.

“Girl, you have got to use your one braincell for something more important than that. You’ve gotta be kidding.” He said but you shook your head no.

“Dead serious, why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know, sometimes you don’t always say everything.”

“What do you mean by that?” You inquired and Harry remained silent.

“Nothing.” He choked out the word, and began to stare straight ahead. “Anyway can you just pass me the vanilla?”

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“We can’t continue to do this anymore.”

A few days had passed since the baking incident, and you were convinced that Harry knew about you and Tom. You two were making out in the hallway closet, since it was one of the furthest points away from Harry’s bedroom, and far enough away from the living room so no one would hear you. You had begged Tom to not show any affection in the main parts of the house so that you wouldn’t get caught, so you two often ended up here.

“Whoa whoa, what do you mean by that?” His eyes scanned your face, and he rubbed your arm as you stood there silent.

“Baby please say something, it’s killing me. What do you mean we can’t do this anymore?” He whispered.

“I can’t sneak around behind my best friends back anymore, Tom. Okay? He’s gonna find out and he’ll be mad and I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose either one of you but if I had to choose-” you stopped yourself, and Tom looked at you with wide eyes.

“Finish your sentence.” He insisted, but you shook your head no. “I don’t want to finish it.”

“Say it.” He pleaded, and you looked down so he wouldn’t see a tear escape your eye.

“Say it!” He screamed and you flinched.

“I didn’t want to choose, but if I had to pick then I would pick Harry, alright?” You choked out the last word, and took a deep breath before finishing your thought. “I want a relationship with you but just because I want it, it doesn’t make it right. I love being Harry’s friend, and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship just for a relationship with you.” Tom backed away from you, speechless as he reached for the door handle.

“Tom I’m sorry, just wait one second.” You grabbed his hand and he stood there, waiting for you to break his heart again.

“Let’s not make things weird between us, yeah? Then everyone will know for sure what happened.” You stated.

“Right, because now we care so much about what others think.” He added as he left, closing the door and leaving you in the closet alone.

You knew this day would come, and you braced yourself for it, so when it crumbled you were prepared for it. You just felt numb, and the shock almost hasn’t registered yet. You left the closet and walked into the living room, where Harry and Sam were playing video games.

“What’s with the long face?” Sam asked as Harry looked up at you.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how once I got a fortune from a fortune cookie that read ‘fortune not found: abort, retry, ignore?’ and I think I’ve been destined for bad luck ever since that fateful day.”

“Ah, cool. Hey would you want to play a game with us?” Harry asked, completely ignoring what you had just said.

“Sure, what kind?” You asked, but before you had a chance to find out what it was, Harry bolted past you.

“Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison, get over here!” He ran up and down the hallway, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“What in the world?” Harrison asked.

“Did someone die?” Tuwaine inquired, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“It’s nothing bad, wanna play a game with all of us?” He asked and everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.

“Well what kind of game?” Harrison said hesitantly as Harry just grinned.

“I’ll explain once everyone comes into the living room because I don’t want to explain it twice.”

Everyone made their way into the room, and Harry instructed them to sit on the floor in a circle. Just then Sam downed the last of his beer and set the bottle on its side in the middle of the circle.

“Alright, it’s truth or dare, but with a twist. Technically it’s more of a spin, it’s regular truth or dare but instead of singling each other out, it’ll be more fair with the spin the bottle aspect.” He rambled, taking a seat right next to you.

You noticed that Tom was sat as far away from you as possible, and dodging your gaze. You looked back to see Harry resting his hand on your knee.

“Are we ready to play? I’ll go first.” Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Harrison.

“Alright mate, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Okay.” Harry paused, “I dare you to read the last text message you received.”

Harrison unlocked his phone, and after a few seconds spoke. “Aha, it just says “Your amazon package is on its way.”

“Dang I was hoping it would’ve been juicier than that.” Harry remarked as Harrison spun the bottle. It landed back on Harry and he just smirked.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Last lie you told?” Harrison leaned his arms back and propped himself up with them. Harry thought for a minute and just shrugged his shoulders.

“I told Sam that I really liked his squash soup recipe but it’s utterly disgusting.” He gagged and Sam punched him in the arm. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, right?” He asked and everyone remained silent.

“Whatever, spin the bottle asshole.” Sam crossed his arms over his shoulders as Harry spun the bottle, landing on you.

“Oh god.” You blurted out and Harry replied “Oh god, indeed Y/N. Truth or dare?” He grinned like the Cheshire Cat and your fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in.

“Truth.” You spit out, and Harry just looked you dead in the eye and said “I dare you to tell everyone that you’re dating Tom behind my back and decided not to tell me about it, even though I trusted you completely and entirely.”

“I-I’m, um, not, well-” you stammered. Your vision was becoming blurry and you felt a panic attack coming on. Without warning you jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Okay I think he had that one rehearsed.” Tuwaine remarked, and the room became silent again. Everyone looked at Harry disapprovingly, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut right through it.

“Why would you say that?” Harrison asked and Harry was silent. “How do you even know she’s dating Tom?”

“Was dating, we’re not together anymore.” Tom added and everyone looked at him.

“What?” Harry asked, and Tom replied, “You heard me, we’re not dating anymore. She broke up with me earlier because she knew it was wrong that we didn’t tell you. She felt so guilty about it that she tossed her happiness aside to make sure you would still be her friend. She chose you over me, and now I’m starting to think she may have regretted that decision.”

“I’m a terrible friend, aren’t I?” Harry whispered and everyone nodded their heads collectively.

“I’m afraid so.” Tom said quietly.

“I gotta go talk to her.” Harry got up and ran out of the living room. He sped walked around the house looking for you, until he found you sitting outside next to the chicken coop. You were sitting with your knees to your chest on a lawn chair, holding a blanket and looking at your phone.

He hesitantly stood at the glass doors, and cracked the door open. You looked up to see him standing there, and you averted your gaze away from him.

“Hey, can we talk please? I come in peace.” Harry said and you remained silent. He pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, and cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. I should’ve talked to you about it in private, and I’m sorry. I know that was a dick move, and I regret doing it.” His gaze was soft as he looked over at you, but you were avoiding his gaze, and pulling on a loose blanket string.

He sighed and continued to speak. “Tom said you broke up with him because you felt guilty for sneaking around. I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to sneak around, though. If he makes you really happy then I want what’s best for you. After all you’re my best friend, and I love you. And if your happiness means dating my brother then go for it, I genuinely mean it.”

You two sat there in silence for about a minute, until you finally spoke.

You knew?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, it was obvious.”

“What tipped you off?” You tilted your head slightly to look at him, and he met your gaze.

“When I came up behind you while we were baking cookies, I noticed you smelled faintly like Tom’s cologne, and how else would you smell like that if you weren’t constantly close enough to him?”

“Well, I also cuddle with you and Sam, so that’s not the best indicator.” You said flatly and he smirked.

“I also heard you two kissing outside at midnight. You were making right above my open bedroom window, of course I could hear you. Look, my bedroom window is right there.” He pointed upwards and you could clearly see his potted plant in the windowsill. “Also, Tom isn’t a silent lover if you know what I mean.” Harry lifted his brow as you began to choke. He patted your back as you tried to catch your breath, which resulted in him breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“I should’ve asked you if it was alright that I dated Tom. I’m sorry I went behind your back.” You had your head low and Harry shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you have to sneak around, just to be happy. Do you like him?”

“Of course, I mean sure, he gets on my nerves,” you let out a small laugh, “but I really do like Tom. He makes me happy and I enjoy spending time with him.”

“Then you have my blessing.” He stood up and bowed dramatically.

“Are you sure, Harry? I mean I-”

“Little one, I want you to be happy, even if it means you dating my imbecile brother.” He laughed and you pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you.” You whispered against his chest, and he whispered back “You’re welcome. Now go get your man.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go.” He ushered towards the door and you made your way back inside.

It didn’t take long to find Tom, who was sitting on his bed, eyes focused on his laptop. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and he shifted his gaze back to his laptop.

“Tommy?” You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He continued to ignore you, and you felt as though you could cry.

“Please look at me? I’m sorry I broke up with you. I shouldn’t have and Harry said I have his blessing so that we-”

“Wait what did you say?” Tom cut you off, closing his laptop and sitting up. He scooted closer to you and put his hand on your knee.

“Harry said that he’s okay with us dating, so-.” You were cut off again by Tom crashing his lips onto yours. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your chest flush with his. Breathless, you pulled away for a second, but Tom only pulled you in again.

“Are you mad-” you tried to speak but he cut you off yet again. “Don’t speak, okay? We’ll talk later. I just want you now.” You crashed your lips onto his, Tom moaning as he kissed you more passionately.

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Milk Bread | Oikawa Tōru

Pairing: Oikawa X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sweet milk bread fluff

Request: “Can I request baking milk bread with Oikawa” - @tsumtsumsemi

Author’s Note: Ofc! Thank you for requesting, love 🥰🥰 This was v cute to write and it made me crave milk bread 😋

The two of you were own a mission and it was about time the two of you did this- it was time to make some milk bread

TooRu OiKaWa’s fAvorIte FOod iS mILk BreAD (watch this hehe if you want)

The grocery store was pretty empty since it was early in the afternoon, partially sunny, partially cloudy. Today was his rest day and there was no better way than to make one of his favorites

He was practically heart broken when he went to the convenience store to get some after practice last evening with Iwaizumi, only to find they were sold out for the night

His eyes practically glowed when you suggested to make some and his heart grew double in size when you admitted you planned to make some for awhile now as a little surprise

He wore black joggers with simple sneakers and a light green shirt with a little motif on the left side that said “aliens believe in us” with little embroidery around it

Whereas you wore one of his stolen shirts, his E.T. movie one that covered right over your bottom since it was pretty oversized on him too and shorts with slip on shoes

He pushed the cart behind, following your figure as you went between aisles, looking at the signs to find said aisles. He took pictures of you from behind whenever he thought you looked cute- so almost always- that is until you found him and you instinctively held your hand up beside your face, getting some whines from him

He also recorded you struggling to get something form the taller shelves. You weren’t too short yourself but it was just out of reach you know he sent this video to iwa and iwa called him shittykawa

After some glances from you and the name calling from iwa, he felt attacked he came over from his spot behind the cart and grabbed the ingredient you were trying to reach with ease, of course giving you a little smug smirk, just a little one

When the two of you walked side by side each other through the store, he would occasionally bump his hip into yours, having some fun

He was very excited for today since it meant time with you and milk bread

Luckily, there weren’t too many things to get so the trip was short, but you also picked up little treats that the two of you could also enjoy while making bread

The trip home was nice as the two of you walked side by side to his place, each holding a bag

He talked about recent practices and matches that was played, the antics in practices but also as well as up coming games

But conversations with him always strayed- topics always changed frequently and looking back, you never knew how the topics transitioned. It just happened

Like last time with Iwaizumi, it went from Godzilla to diapers and the three of you all talked as if it was normal, which it really was at this point

You also made sure to ask him if he was resting his knee enough as you glanced down seeing the brace folds barely showing through the pants of his joggers

But sometimes you knew he wouldn’t tell you the truth entirely. You had to ask Iwaizumi to stop him or to let you know if he was over doing it

But recently he had thankfully. You didn’t want him to worsen his knee if he wanted to bring his team to nationals

Arriving at his place, it was time to get right to work. You brought out all the ingredients, pulling up the recipe on his laptop with a random documentary on space playing on another window as he brought out all the pans and utensils you could need

He did some steps ahead of you like combine the wet ingredients while you prepared the dry ingredients in another bowl and then the two of you got together and mixed the ingredients together

So far, things were looking pretty good

Fortunately, there was literally no physical energy that either of you needed to put into making this. For the dough, he borrowed his mother’s stand mixer and it did all the labor for you two

While waiting for it to knead, you stood beside it, looking into the large metal bowl as he sat beside you, immersed in the documentary, commenting about how mind blowing our entire universe was

As nerdy or geeky as it sounded to others, you could honestly listen to him ramble on and on about space and universe or volleyball or anything really

He told you about his past relationships sort of in the beginning in the relationship and at this point after being together for so long, you figured the past s/o just didn’t match his wavelength when it came to what he was really passionate about

You pulled the dough out as it said in the directions and shaped it into a ball, setting it into another bowl

You had to stop oikawa from poking it and ruining the perfect shape as you went to get a rag to cover the bowl with

But of course when you returned, there was two finger indentations

And now it was time for the waiting game for the next 40-60 minutes

In the mean time, you meant to bring Oikawa to the living room where it was more comfortable to watch but he ended up pulling you in between his legs, holding your hands loosely sat in your lap while the two of you watched the documentary

Time passed a lot faster than the two of you realized. Oikawa was the first to notice the dough in the bowl after he peeked under the rag, surprised to see it doubled in size

This time, he wanted to do the next steps so you guided him, kneading the dough and cutting it, shaping it into two balls and letting it rise again for another fifteen minutes

He couldn’t wait to stick these into the oven. He preheated it before he returned to joining you in generously buttering a pan that the loaf would sit in

After following even more steps, the two of you set the logs of dough each of you made, he did his best to mimic your actions and laid them side by side into the buttered pan

And finally it was the third to last waiting game the two of you would have to patiently play through but no worries, this just meant more sitting in oikawa’s lap, his chest to your back, his chin on your shoulder while watching another documentary when the space one ended

He savored this feeling of having you in his arms. The way your fingers danced along his arm tickling his skin, just how close you were to him right now- it felt so nice

After about another roughly 30-40 minutes, he stuck the pan with the doughs into the oven and set a timer for 35 minutes for now but you two would check it to see if you two should wait longer or not

As the loafs baked, the rich scent of the milk bread wafted through his house

He gave you a squeeze in his grasp as he took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of the bread that was so close yet so far away

When the timer went off, he could practically taste it already and very fortunately, it was perfectly golden brown

For the last bit, all you two had to do was wait for it to cool down for about ten minutes

For Oikawa, this literally felt like the longest minutes passing in his life

He just wanted to cut into the plush bread and eat it. It smelled so good and it looked so golden to him. You could hear his head turning back and forth between his laptop and the bread on the counter beside the oven

He was so antsy and you could literally feel it, so to set him free of his waiting, you made your way over to the loaf with him, of course, close behind, peering over your shoulder

His eyes shined brighter than any Christmas lights you’ve seen when you said that you two should probably try it while it’s still pretty warm

He literally said say less

He made a little video of you cutting into the load, the steam rising from the hot bread, his mouth watering just a bit

He sent the video to iwa, who told him to give him some but of course Oikawa refused. This was special for him since it was made by the two of you

If he could, he would preserve this bread for as long as he could til the end of his life. It was one of the best things he had in his life, just like you

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

Note: I based the steps from this: NYT Japanese Milk Bread, so my apologies if it is inaccurate, I just followed this

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saint-eridell · 4 years

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Overlook | Deku/F!reader smut

Idk how but @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten and @the-angriestpineapple put my writer brain on another plane of existence. I will forever be proud of this one and the fact that it turned Nev into a Deku fucker. Thank them for the inspo behind this - I kinda jammed my foot through the wall of their universe and let myself in, oop. Pray for them and their sanity, since they have to deal with this level of bullshit everyday.

3.2k, kinda proofread. All characters depicted are in their mid- to late-twenties. Major tags: Public sex, voyeurism, face sitting, sex tapes, established polyamory, dirty talk.

The mid-afternoon sun peeks through the canopy above the walking path as you and Izuku meander along, your arm threaded through his while he leads the way with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. You’re alone at this section of trail, only the sounds of your shoes crunching into gravel and the distant noise of a park off the trail just ahead to fill the silence that lingers between you two. It’s a comfortable lapse that you’ve enjoyed with your head rested on his shoulder, his attention pulled to the light tree cover that surrounds the walking path.

You look up at him with a faint smile. The gears in his head are flying at full tilt, his focus somewhere way off despite how steadfast he held the trail. Trickles of light bounce off his brushed curls where they poke out around the edges of his red beanie. He doesn’t notice you staring for several seconds; when he finally notices, he gives you a slightly awkward smile. “What?” he asks, glancing around as his cheeks light up a pale shade of pink.

“Nothing.” You hug his arm closer to you, and are answered with a jump of muscle as he flexes under his jacket sleeve. Your smile creeps wider, but you don’t acknowledge it verbally. Izuku doesn’t show off; the little peeks of confidence that were beginning to come out when you’re alone are rare but worth their weight in gold.

He pulls you across the trail, toward a set of moss-covered rocks about three stories high. “Come here,” he says as he lets go of your arm and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “I wanna show you something.” You follow him as he carefully climbs up the side of the rocks, a beeline set for what looks like a clump of hanging ivy dangling over a large boulder about three feet above ground level. Izuku reaches the vines and brushes them aside, revealing a small alcove just large enough to stand up in and for maybe three people to lay down in without their feet hanging out. Three dark fleece blankets are folded up in a corner, too fresh to be left by someone more than a day ago.

You squint at Izuku as you follow him behind the ivy. “Did you plan this out?” you ask, eyeing the blankets.

He scratches at the back of his head. “Uh… yeah,” he admits with a sheepish smile. “I did.”

You pause. He’d framed the outing as a casual walk around the park; he’d made no mention of secret caves or cute little overlooks. You look him up and down, momentarily stunned by the gesture. He squirms on the spot, the hand at the back of his neck sliding down to grab the opposite bicep. “I’m sorry if this is weird, I just like it here. No one seems to know it exists, so it’s great for clearing your head or if you just need a second to-”

You press a kiss to his mouth before he can ramble anymore. He reciprocates it with a gentle moan, breaking away before it can become anything but chaste. “This is awesome,” you assure him as you take one of his hands. “I just didn’t expect it.”

Izuku grins, his self consciousness disappearing. “I get that a lot,” he jokes, but you can tell there’s an undercurrent of truth to his airy response. You know he does, and it’s amusing to watch such a complicated person show their true selves.

He grabs all three blankets and tosses them over the smooth stone floor, his hoodie going on top of it all before he sits down and beckons for you to follow. You oblige, crossing your legs under yourself as you lean into the side he has bared with an arm braced slightly behind you both.

He leans in to rest his cheek against your hair. As you settle in, you catch sight of the park beyond the curtain and walking trail. The angle prevents anyone from seeing into the alcove, but your view is as clear as the ivy curtain allows. Izuku tucks himself up to your side, the arm propped behind you both circling around to rest against your back.

“It’s a nice view, huh?” he murmurs. “Kacchan showed it to me.” You glance upward, brows arched; you’re well aware of their physical status, but until now neither of them have brought it up on their own. “As long as you keep your voice below talking level, no one outside can hear.” His free hand spreads over your upper thigh, fingers pressing into the inseam of your shorts. Any question you had about how much they’d done was answered in an instant and, knowing as much about Katsuki’s predilections as you do, you can’t deny the mental images that flicker through your head.

“You sound like you’ve got experience,” you say back, doing your best to keep your tone level.

Izuku chuckles in your ear. “You know him,” he replies casually. “He doesn’t like it when you disobey. He had to put three fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet.” You squirm under his hand as it snakes further up your thigh. So Izuku’s a bottom. Interesting, but unsurprising. You seem to attract his type by the flock.

His hand trails up to the juncture of your hip, ghosting over the apex of your inseam. You suck in a quiet breath through your teeth. “Felt it for three days afterward. He fucks like he’s trying to break you in half.”

You one-hundred percent know that to be true. He catches an earlobe between his teeth and gently sucks it between his lips. You squirm again, suddenly aware of the fingertips pressed to your clit through the fabric of your shorts when you accidentally grind against them. You gasp, and his fingers immediately leave your core. He presses against your tongue with his index finger to keep your jaw open. “Shhh,” he urges. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear, right?”

...Maybe? You can’t say no for absolute sure. You close your lips around his finger and swirl your tongue around it. He groans quietly as your cheeks hollow inward, a lewd little pop echoing around the alcove when he withdraws the digit. “Oh, maybe you do,” he purrs quietly. You can see the moment his pupils begin to dilate and he closes in for another kiss not a moment later, his tongue prodding and insistent the moment your lips meet. “You’d like that, huh?” he asks between lewd swipes of his tongue. “Someone to come along... to see you on your knees… to see you throwing yourself back on my dick.” You let out a quiet mewl and he tugs your legs over his hips, crossing his own around you where you sit on the floor so you can brace yourself and grind against his lap. You take to his guiding eagerly, tugging on his lower lip with your teeth when you get settled across him.

“Thought so,” he rumbles. He pulls back so you can’t lean in for another kiss, a devious smile playing along his wet lips. When you try and chase him down, he threads a hand into the hair on the back of your head and tugs hard to keep you in place. The grip kicks something primal in your gut and you grind against him again as your neck arches around his touch. “Should just cut the ivy down and let the whole fucking park see.” You sink your teeth into your lower lip, and Izuku’s grin widens. “Bet someone out there would love a taste.”

That suggestion hits you like a lightning bolt. You paw at his shoulders in an effort to get his attention, your head immobilized in his commanding grip and words failing you as your scalp prickles around his fingers. He looks through the ivy like he’s pondering that exact idea, and you squirm hard against his half-tented pants. He looks to you again with a brow raised. “Eager slut today, aren’t we?” he asks. “Tell me this - if there were someone watching you right now, from a safe distance but with a view of everything we’re doing, would you be okay with it?”

You look at him, suddenly confused through the fog of arousal that clouds your brain. He spots your frown and lets go of your hair, his fingers rested to your scalp to support your head instead of forcing it upright. “I told you Kacchan showed me this spot,” he continues. He said he’d be interested in seeing how we got along, so…”

He pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, immediately showing you the blank screen and lack of recording light. “It’s not going yet,” he adds hastily. “It was just an idea he had, and I don’t mind it. He seemed pretty eager about the idea.”

You consider it in thickened silence. Katsuki is an asshole, but he’s reliable and true to his word. He isn’t the type to go leaking sensitive stuff like videos of you fucking a common boyfriend in a park. After a pause you nod once, and Izuku quickly props the device up by its expandable stand arm’s length away from the blanket pile. You notice the hand that checks the angle and readjusts the placement is shaking ever so slightly.

He turns to face you again when the camera is rolling and set at an acceptable angle, an eager grin slapped across his face. He kisses you again, long and shameless, one hand spread over the small of your back as you grind tight circles against his stiffening lap. You give back everything you get, nails dragging through his hair to free it of his beanie and circle his scalp. He groans quietly into the kiss, then breaks away and let out a quiet moan as you run across the sensitive scalp behind his ears.

“Did Suki have any special requests?” You breathe into his ear.

He laughs quietly. “A few,” he replies as he palms both sides of your ass and gives it a firm squeeze. “He said your ass looks best when you’re bent over, so we’ll be exploring that later.” He smacks the right side playfully, and you jump in his lap with a quiet giggle. “When we were here, he ate me until I had to put a sleeve between my teeth.” He leans in and grazes his teeth below your ear. “I plan on reciprocating the favor.”

You shiver again, harder this time, and Izuku lays back underneath you with his head rested on his bunched up hoodie. “Those shorts are in the way,” he points out, and you immediately agree with the way he’s signaling up with his chin. You strip them quickly and oblige his invitation to crawl upward, your thighs settled next to his ears.

He glances up once to make sure you’re in frame, then settles his hands over the gap under your hip bones and guides you onto his waiting tongue. You hiss, immediately captivated by the soft muscle that teases around your clit and dips ever so slightly into your hole. You watch his eyes gently shut, along with his lips as they find your sensitive nub and circle around it. You shove a knuckle between your teeth to muffle the squeal that threatens to erupt out of you, and he groans against your slit.

His eyes crack open just a tiny sliver. “You taste fucking incredible,” he rumbles before diving in. Your hands find the top of his head and seize two handfuls of soft curls as his deceptively long tongue buries itself inside you. You sit up and slap a hand to the stone wall as you swallow almost all of a high pitched noise, your knees offering just enough leverage to lift up and ride his tongue in slow, agonizing circles when your body demands that you move.

He groans again, muffled against your core but the rumble echoes through his chest. For a long while the alcove echoes with quiet, obscene pops as he torments you with his lips and the hitched whimpers that bubble from you every time you rock back onto his mouth. He spreads his hands across your ass and lifts, reducing how much leverage you have but also taking your weight completely off your lower half. Your hands flatten to the wall of the small cave, jaw wide open as you choke on the desperate moan you only barely manage to wrangle down.

As your thighs twitch together around his ears, his eyes open and he fixes you with a look that could cut diamonds. He angles you onto his tongue further, and when he sucks around your overstimulated core again it’s all over. You plant your open mouth to your bicep and well up every noise that bubbles from you in the top of your throat, praying to God it’s enough to keep it inaudible as your thighs alternate between dead weight and clamping hard around Izuku’s ears.

When you finally stop twitching he relents with a final vulgar noise, his grin soaking wet in the dim light of the cave. He looks absolutely fucked out already, drunk on your taste and still eager for more as he pushes your hips up off his chest.

“No time for breaks, sweetheart,” he says between hard breaths. He slides out from under you and turns around out of your sight, and when you look over your shoulder he’s seaming up to your back with a hand working on the fly of his jeans. “Shorts might have been a bad idea. You’re already a mess, and I haven’t even put fingers in you yet.” He growls directly into your ear from behind as he lines up, eyeing the camera lens in front of you both with half-open eyes and a lusty grin. “You want it that bad, huh? All it takes is letting you ride my face for a few minutes and you’re already dripping for it?” He purrs into your ear as you squirm, searching out the head of his cock as he swipes it through your folds. “Or maybe that’s me. Maybe poor, meek Izuku isn’t such an idiot after all. Maybe he’s gonna be what you think about tonight, when you’re still turned on after getting fucked raw in the wide open and try to reenact it with a video and your fingers.”

The last word drops to the base of his chest as he pushes into you, a hand on the right side of your ass preventing you from throwing yourself back into it. You groan at the limited contact and squirm against his hand, but he merely chuckles through a breathy noise and slips himself out again. “Or maybe you’ll get Ei or Suki to give you another round. Is that it? Gonna think of me when they’re in the back of your throat or balls deep in your ass?”

He teases you with just the head of his dick, one hand at the back of your neck pinning your head to the cave wall while the other prevents you from going any further onto his shaft. He rolls his head back with a quiet moan. “I can see why they’re so crazy about you,” he rumbles, though it comes out slightly garbled. “You were made for this.” He rolls his hips and slides in halfway, your mouth dropping open with the sudden rush of intense friction. He answers back with a quiet, sharp noise of his own, and you vaguely wonder how he can tell you to be quiet when making so much noise himself. If anyone is gonna get you busted, it’s him.

He bottoms out with another guttural moan. You spread your knees and flatten yourself against the stone from chin to chest, back arched into him at the perfect angle to let him fuck you into the cave wall. Quiet pops of skin against fabric echo around the small alcove; he kept his boxers on, the smart bastard. The lack of skin-to-skin contact is somewhat annoying, but the noise reduction means he can drill into you hard and quick without concern over the noise carrying past the vine curtain.

He breathes hard behind you, his face rested in the crook of your neck to muffle anything that comes out of him. You watch the phone screen and the scene being committed to his memory card has your gut twisting hard; the side of his face that you can see is absolutely wrecked, his eyes shut and his jaw slackened around the quick breaths that ghost across your shoulder. Your hip snaps hard every time he drills into you, doubled up as you’re finally able to meet his movements, which become shorter and rougher until his breath freezes in his lungs.

He reaches over your hip and drags his fingertips over your clit, and the rapid-fire pace officially becomes too much. You bite into his forearm where it wraps over your shoulder, your back arched hard as you lift up off the wall and wail quietly into his skin. He does the same at the crook of your neck, mouth latched around the very bottom where your shirt collar will only barely cover the vicious hickey that muffles his ragged moans. He lights up your insides once, twice, three times, then buries himself as deep as he can go while you squeeze and clamp around him.

“Nnh, yeah, take all of it,” he growls against your neck. “Wouldn’t want any leaking out on the way home.”

You’re still floating too high to care, but the realization of exactly how you’d be walking out both exhilarates and mortifies you. Izuku chuckles and gingerly withdraws himself, a quiet moan escaping him as you separate. He lets out a quiet sigh. “Mm, not a bit came out,” he observes. “Good girl.” He lays a surprisingly tender kiss to the curve of your ass, then sits up to retrieve your shorts.

As you turn to take the shorts, you seize him by the shirt collar and tug him into a demanding kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. When his tongue invades your mouth, still heady with your own taste, you shoot a half-lidded glance to the phone sitting arm’s reach away. He kisses you back like a man starved, and when you finally break apart you realize he was staring at the camera as well.

Once you’re decent and the blankets have been stashed once again, Izuku holds the ivy curtain back to let you step out first. “Wait, what about the blankets?” you ask, glancing back to where he’s left them folded in a corner.

“The same person who dropped them off will grab them,” Izuku replies casually. You give him a confused look, and as Izuku follows you back to the trail he pulls his phone from his pocket. “That wasn’t a recording, love,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. “Though I have no doubt he saved his own copy.”

Your eyes go wide as your cheeks flush carnation pink. Izuku laughs, open and carefree, as he leads the way down the walking trail in the direction of your apartment. “Come on, babe. Let’s go see if his head has exploded off his shoulders yet.”

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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The Last Nugget (Hawks x Reader) pt. 4

a/n: hello! ITS FINALLY HERE! really sorry for the long ass delay :< I was so caught up in filling the chapters for this supposedly oneshot turned into full length fic~

fair warning... this part is a little shorter than the others because i patterned it after the manga :’) so yes... there will be a part 5 to this :’) if ya’ll wanna be tagged in the 5th part, feel free to leave a comment..

warnings: none that i can think of...?

link: part 1, part 2, part 3

Masterlist to my other fics :) here

As Pro-Hero, it was necessary to always keep your emotions in check. No matter what the situation would be, a hero is expected to remain calm, composed, and determined. No matter how tough the situation gets, a hero must set aside their personal emotions. Whatever happens, one should remain steadfast with their chin held high to ensure hope to the society.

Yet, when you saw the blue flames engulfing Hawk’s back, everything just shattered to pieces. Down on your knees, you assisted Dark Shadow in placing Tsukuyomi’s cape. The shadow creature’s eyes looked at you with tears.

“His back. T-there’s nothing left.”

Your eyes never strayed from the figure standing in front of both Tsukuyomi and you. The odor of burnt skin and smoke always followed him around. His icy blue eyes void of any sanity. That was the person responsible for scarring your reason for living in this forsaken world.

“Look kid…” Dabi spoke up. “That guy killed someone. Stabbed him as he ran off to protect his friends. Right in the back.”

Looking back at Hawks, your lower lip quivered while your shoulders began to tremble. The smooth skin he once had was now scorched. The honey colored eyes were slowly losing the light they had. His ungloved hand shakily reached out for yours. Instantly grabbing on to his hand, your knuckles turned white with just how tight you held on to them.

“(Y/N)...” Hawks managed to speak. Barely. “Tokoyami-kun…”

“The Pro-Hero you dream of becoming is far dirtier than the rest of us…” Dabi was still talking.

Tokoyami peered at you over his shoulder, giving him a nod, he moved closer to you and his mentor. Handing Hawks to him, he quickly wrapped the both of them with Dark Shadow. You saw how Hawks managed to look at him, you, then at Dabi.

“I’m just concerned for my teacher.” Tokoyami managed to speak. His voice, unwavering. There was fear, yes. But how he forced himself to push the fear aside, was heroic all in itself. The feeling of vulnerability faded. This intern, Tsukyomi, he was more than enough to keep the both of you safe.

“How thoughtless…”

Realizing that he was about to use his flames, you warned Tokoyami. Narrowly escaping his flames, you grabbed Tokoyami and pulled him into your arms. Hawks squished in between the both of you as your back fell on the hard floor. Seeing how Tokoyami winced, you stole a look at his leg, it had been caught in the flame but the material of his boots somehow lessened its impact.

“Tsukuyomi.” You whispered. “We seriously have to get out of here. Are you good carrying him?”

“Yes.” He swiftly replied. “It’s no problem at all.”

“Think for once you little chicken skewers…” Dabi still continued to ramble. Though the pet names he created weren’t half as bad, you had to admit.

“He’s still..” Hawks somehow spoke despite the physical trauma his body had. “He’s still talking.”

As your eyes remained focused on Dabi, your hearing was focused on what Hawks had to say. The way he explained that burnt toast over there kept going on and on might not be him being cocky. There was a chance he was using that as a means of recharging his quirk to use it again.

“Go.” Hawks instructed. “Now.”

Tokoyami looked at you, as if to wait for confirmation. Giving him the signal, your gaze shifted to dark shadow. The next thing you knew, the dark material composing Dark Shadow extended and tried to attack Dabi. An opening found its way. With Hawks in Tokoyami’s arms, he made a jump for it. Shortly you followed. You needed to stay behind to make sure that his behind was covered.

When you landed, rather ungracefully due to the debris and because they had landed 2 stories down, you saw an unconscious Hawks sprawled on the floor. The black cape exposed a bit of his torso. The flames may have died down but smoke was still present.

You swore your beating heart stopped when Tokoyami checked to see if Hawks was still breathing. Dropping to your knees and clutching to your chest, you let out a few tears when he told you he was still breathing. Recomposing yourself, you ran towards the two boys and grabbed the cape away from his sleeping body.

“Tokoyami-kun.” You said he stood up. His pupils dilated with dread but he was doing a mighty fine job in keeping his shit together. Wrapping his cape around him once more, you watched as his quirk snaked around his body. Arms stretched out and ready for flight. “He’ll be proud of you.”

The odor of burning flesh and leather found its way into the air once more. The scenery before you changed into a one with blue flames and its wielder being propelled in mid air. His palms ready to blast you all into oblivion.

Pushing the boys to your back, making sure that both of them were safe. Or at least you could do your damn best to protect them from him.

“Looks like I can do this kinda thing too!” Dabi growled. “I was being frugal with those 2 weak blasts from earlier…”

His palms began to emit his quirk, by now your quirk was ready to defend all three of you to its maximum capacity. Tokoyami, meanwhile, braced Hawks into a protective hold making sure he would take the first hit if all else failed. Dark Shadow stationed himself beside you, available to your command if needed.

What followed after was a loud explosion. The wall from a few feet beside you was now cracked open and the temperature seemingly lowered. Dabi lost control as the whiplash of the blast finally reached him.

The breath you had been holding for who knows how long finally escaped your body. With dust, smoke, and a bit of frost if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, this was more than enough. Tokoyami was already ahead of you, gasping when Dark Shadow pulled you towards his master, you felt your feet being lifted off the ground. In the moments that followed you were now flying in the air away from the chaos.

Thank quirks this kid was smart. With your back resting on Tokoyami’s back, you saw the giant boulder of ice gashing through the building. That reckless move from one of the villains had saved you.

Pure luck. That’s what it was.

Not wanting to be dead weight, you instructed Tokoyami to drop you when the woods would come into view. Following instructions, he did so.

Landing on the ground with a loud thud, you heard the rustling of leaves and prepared to attack.

“(Y/N)!”

“Fat... “ You weren’t sure but when you saw his body emerging from the bushes, your feet moved forward and you were met with open arms. His warmth replenishing your energy. “FAT!”

“You’re okay! Ya had me worried there…” His eyes lowered with sadness in them. He was one of your close friends and it worried him to the core when he saw you following Tokoyami. Followed by the attack that ripped the building open, it tugged his precious heart knowing you were somewhere in there.

“We have to get to Tokoyami-kun!” You pointed towards the direction to where he flew. “He has Hawks.”

Not wanting to waste another second, Fatgum and you dashed to where Tokoyami intended to take Hawks.

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space-------kid · 4 years

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can’t keep my hands (off you).

Anime/Manga: One Punch Man Pairing: Garou/fem!Reader Additional pairing/characters: platonic Metal Bat/fem!Reader, Zenko, mentions of other heroes such as Saitama, Watchdog Man, etc. Genre: Romance, comedy Warning: Absolute silliness. Language – Garou and reader both ate rainbows for breakfast. Dumbassery. Teeth-rotting fluff, maybe? Reader is hella strong like Saitama. Half-assed spice because you’re good at cockblocking Garou despite being low-key thirsty for him. And LOTS of dumbassery from the reader, most probably. Additional tag: Dream-based fic, canon-divergent, Garou is horny af A/N: This is supposed to be a lengthy one-shot, but I’m a dumbass who can’t keep my word so the supposedly one-shot isn’t a one shot anymore. Now I have to worry how I should properly divide all those parts (I mean, they’re already divided, but–) 😅 A/N 2: NSFW-ish chapter ahead. Half-assed spice because I don’t know how to properly write one

Contrary to popular belief, Garou drinks “respect women” juice.

Summary:

Your life had its general ups and downs, pros and cons, the good and the bad.

You were admittedly a coward and afraid of being targeted by people for it. Following the advice of your (best) friend you trained hard, like, FUCKING hard, and now you’re blessedly, utterly strong you can take down enemies with just one hit. A good thing, really. Can’t let any bad guy harass you or something.

But-

You were probably cursed with the biggest, baddest of luck. Not only were monsters chasing you, suddenly there was this fucking hot bastard weirdo who kept on calling himself the Hero Hunter. “I’m not a hero, goddamn it!”

i. and ii. | iii. and iv. | v. | vi. | vii. | viii. | [tba]

“i can’t keep my

hands

off…!”

- can’t keep my hands off you/simple plan

ix.

You woke up feeling tired and in someplace you didn’t know.

Still feeling sleepy, you snuggled closer to the warm body under you, letting the steady beat of a heart lull you back into slumber. A contented sigh slipped past your lips when a pair or strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and carefully maneuvered you along with them as the person you were sleeping with moved to lie on their side. You could feel yourself between their body and the back of a ratty old couch but you paid the latter no heed.

You were warm and comfortable, and your fight instinct was quiet since you didn’t feel any threat nor malicious intent from the person you were sleeping together with. Sluggishly, you pulled your head back just enough to take a look at the mystery guy through what little light from the moon that filtered through the gaps between metal walls.

Your sleepy gaze was blessed by the image of a peacefully snoozing Garou. He looked… somewhat younger, untroubled, in his sleep. Freed from his constant scrutiny, you took your time fully admiring his face up close and more intimately.

You knew yourself that Garou was a handsome – devastatingly so – young man. You couldn’t even pick which part of his face you liked the most. His eyes with their golden gaze, sharp nose that crinkled when he smiled or laughed, or his lips and how they curled up in a wicked smile?

Feeling bashful about your train of thought, you ducked your head and was met with the wonderful sight of his naked, broad chest.

Naked?

You looked down at your own chest and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw yourself still clothed, albeit with Garou’s long-sleeved turtleneck.

Wait a minute. Why were you in his clothes? Did you-? Or did he-?

Thoroughly embarrassed but too tired to even question why you were wearing Garou’s top, you just shyly buried your face on his neck, still feeling tired and sleepy from whatever your fight instinct had done earlier (or was it yesterday? You had no idea).

As if on cue, Garou’s hands squeezed your waist and nuzzled your hair. He shifted against you and yawned, stirring from his own slumber.

You timidly looked up and saw one of his eyes open, peeking down at you.

“You awake, [Name]?”

You could only nod in response, not trusting yourself to communicate with him verbally at the moment.

“Are you still tired? Were you hurt?”

You shook your head no.

Garou breathed a sigh of relief, moving to lie on his back and pulling you on top of him. He must’ve been half-asleep or something because he sounded as if he was dreaming judging from what he told you next.

“Good. You look so hot in your matching underwear by the way, but even better with my top. Hnn… should wear it more often, and preferably with nothing underneath…”

Face beet red from his words, you half-heartedly pulled yourself away from him, struggling feebly against his hold on you.

“I had to change your clothes for you, don’t want you gettin’ sick or something. You were so hot drenched in monster blood earlier, you know,” he continued sleepily, eyes shut while his arms around you tightened to prevent you from escaping. “Wouldn’t mind getting beaten by you again, just-“ here, one of his hands lazily moved down, palm tracing the curve of your ass and finally found its way to your left thigh and giving it a soft squeeze “-crush my head between these killers, huh…”

Oh, god. Never had you wanted to be struck by lightning in your damn life, and yet you couldn’t deny that his sleepy rambling and lazy ministrations were turning you on.

Fuck on a stick, why were you just accepting the fact right now that you have also harboured a thing for him?

“Um, G-Garou,” you softly called him, gently poking his cheek with your finger. God, he was making you feel one hundred kinds of tingly, but you would damn yourself to hell if you let him continue. “W-Wake up, you p-p-pervert, and s-stop touching m-me lewdly!”

Not one to disappoint you, Garou opened his eyes and stared openly at you, gaze smoldering as his hand remained squeezing your thigh.

“Really? That’s what you’re gonna tell me?” he scoffed at you. The corners of his lips quirked up in a devilish smirk. “Hell no, [Name]. I’ve waited long enough for this and don’t have much patience left any longer.”

With that, Garou sat up and braced you against his chest, your legs straddling him. Both his hands were now on your thighs each, fingers digging greedily on your exposed skin. You bit back a moan when he nudged your forehead with his, making you look up at him. He pressed his open mouth to yours, stifling the surprised squeak that slipped past your lips.

“This is your fault, you know,” he told you between kisses, “beating me up twice and seducing me with these fucking thighs.” Garou kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs roughly, chuckling at the soft moan you let out. “How dare you make me feel horny every damn time I’m around you, little lady. Think I’ll always let you get away with it? Think I’m just teasing you for the fun of it? No, no, no…”

He yanked the collar of his sweater with his teeth and his searching mouth quickly found your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a mark. Your moans and whimpers turned him on even further, egging him on to continue what he was doing.

“Dumbass [Name]… think your fucking blush have no effect on me?” he grumbled against your skin.

“A-Ah, Garou…” you moaned breathlessly, eyes closed tight they hurt. Your hands gripped his shoulders hard enough to hurt, fingernails digging on his skin. Garou let out a pleased hum against your throat, dragging his teeth and tongue on your skin. You were just sleeping next to each other. How the hell did it escalate to this?

But you would be fucking lying if you said you didn’t want this. It might have been a long time coming, even.

Garou was being high-key thirsty for you, that you knew because he was being blatant about it. But he didn’t know that you were low-key having the hots for him.

That didn’t mean, however, that you would let him get to your pants easily.

Garou’s lips found yours again, and he was quick to slip his tongue inside your mouth when you gasped as he slipped one of his hands under his sweater you were wearing. Almost abandoning all common sense, you returned his kisses shyly but just as fervently, carding your fingers through his wild hair. He groaned delightedly against your mouth when you raked your nails against his scalp.

He shifted you on his lap and that was when you felt something poking your inner thigh.

You were loathe to stop this little romp he started, but you would be damned if you were continuing this without a proper label between the two of you, more so marriage prospects!

(Yeah, you were old-fashioned like that.)

You parents would be mortified and proud at the same time. They raised you a prude, for fuck’s sake after all. And Badd teasing you should he see the mark on your neck would just fucking kill you with embarrassment. Also, he might get a tiny bit infuriated should he find out that the one who gave it to you was the infamous Hero Hunter-

Garou let out a startled yelp when you covered his face with your hands and moved to plant your knees on his thighs.

“[Name]-?!”

Face bright red not from being turned on but from sheer mortification (well, you’re still proud of yourself from making him feel pretty excited), you removed your hands from his face and scrambled to get on your feet. You stumbled gracelessly on the wooden floor and tugged the hem of his sweater down to fully cover your still-exposed thighs.

“T-Take– Take your r-raging d-dick elsewhere, Garou!” you screeched at him with pure embarrassment flooding your face.

“I am taking it elsewhere!” he yelled back at you childishly. “I’m taking it to you, idiot!”

“Oh, my god! D-Don’t say it like that!”

“The fuck are you acting like this for, now? Just when we’re getting at the good part…” Garou complained, pouting – actually pouting! – at you. Suddenly, his eyes widened with realization and he stared at you in astonishment. “Don’t tell me… Are you a fuckin’ virgin, [Name]?”

If only the ground could swallow you or you either die from utter humiliation. Before you knew it, you had crossed the short distance between the two of you and shoved your fists weakly against his chest.

“S-S-S-So what if I-I am?!”

Much to your consternation, Garou only laughed uproariously at your confirmation. You shrieked wordlessly at him, weakly hitting his chest as he continued guffawing at you.

“S-Stop laughing, asshole!” you yelled, tears of embarrassment pooling on the corners of your eyes. “W-What’s so b-bad about being a v-virgin?”

Garou, trying his best to contain his laughter, looked at you rather proudly and shrugged. “Nothin’ bad about it, really. I just can’t believe that hot stuff like ya ain’t even gotten laid yet.”

You knew it wasn’t possible, but you could feel your face getting redder and hotter at being called hot by a stupidly, terribly attractive hunk. You asked him for confirmation, slightly hoping that you didn’t mishear, “I-I’m… hot?”

“Lady, I won’t even try to think about getting into your pants if I think you’re not,” he deadpanned, brow raised as if you had said something idiotic. Garou grabbed you by the waist and attempted to pull you back to his lap, but you braced your hands against his chest and opted to stand between his legs. He complained, “I just want you to sit here, dumbass! What now?”

“I don’t want to! Not with t-that- that thing poking my butt!” you protested, still blushing heavily.

“Fucking damn it, woman,” Garou groaned, sounding pained. “I get you’re a virgin and may not want to continue since it’s understandably your first time or something, and I respect that even if I wanna bone you so fuckin’ bad right now. We’ll stop, okay? I’ll stop. I just wanna hold you close! Sit on my thigh or beside me, for fuck’s sake!”

Warmth filled your chest, the wholesome kind, at Garou being respectful and mustering every ounce of self-restraint for you. You heeded him and sat on his right thigh, although mindful of the raging boner he was still sporting. Shyly, you looked at him and saw that he wasn’t even a bit embarrassed about it. Garou returned your stare, golden gaze softening as he planted a kiss on your temple.

“Have I told you already that you’re damn hot?” he asked you quietly, eyes roaming your body earnestly. He placed a hand on one of your thighs and ran his thumb on the exposed skin.

You bit the inside of your cheek when he looked back at your face, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“B-But I’m not-“ you griped, averting your gaze meekly.

“Hell, you are. Covered in monster blood or not.”

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“S-Stop it. You just wanna continue…”

“I told you already, we don’t have to if you’re not ready,” Garou fussed at you. “Haven’t ya been listening?”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Tch. You should be.”

You peeked at him through your fingers and saw the tender way he was looking at you. Huh. What’s with that expression just now?

Garou scooped you in his arms and settled you on the couch. He stood up and repositioned himself on the floor, his back to you.

“Go back to sleep,” he told you.

“Um… what about you?”

He titled his head to look at you, brow raised again. “I’m taking the floor,” he told you. “Not unless you want me up there with you, and I’m tellin’ you: I get to touch you again, and there’s no stopping me anymore. You want that?”

You swooped forward and kissed his cheek thoughtlessly, loving the way his eyes widened at you like a puppy’s and cheeks dusted pink. You shot him a grateful smile and ruffled his messy hair.

“T-Thank you, Garou,” you told him sincerely. “For doing this… and for looking out for me. I… I must’ve passed out earlier, huh? There were lots of monsters around, and, I-I got really scared when… um…”

“You’re looking out for me, too, [Name],” he replied. “You didn’t really have to continue being friends with me after all these, but… you get my drift.”

He had a point, to be honest. But you liked him for who he was, anyway. Liked him as a friend, you meant.

Are you sticking with just friends, though? After what happened, you idiot? You asked yourself as you laid down on your side, facing Garou. He was facing forward now, shoulders relaxing and his breathing evening out.

You had to admit that you might be harbouring a little crush on the guy despite all the teasing he was raining down on you. Garou might be the Hero Hunter, but he was always so nice – kind – to you. Hell, he might’ve laughed at you for being a virgin, but he had respected you and stopped himself when he caught on your panic earlier.

“I get you’re a virgin and may not want to continue since it’s understandably your first time or something, and I respect that even if I wanna bone you so fuckin ’bad right now. We’ll stop, okay? I’ll stop.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you closed your eyes, hopefully dreaming of a gentlemanly Garou wooing you in your dreams.

“[Name].”

“Hmm?” you hummed sleepily.

“You better be ready next time, ‘coz you ain’t gonna cockblock me anymore.”

You smacked him hard on the head, telling yourself that he deserved to get knocked out for being such a fucking pervert.

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to be continued

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fandomn00blr · 4 years

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I tagged a bunch of folks in on my last WIP post, and I don’t want to harass anyone two days in a row, but seriously, and I know I say it every time, because I really do mean it...WHOEVER WANTS TO THROW SOMETHING TO THE VOID TODAY (or any day...) SHOULD DO SO AND TAG ME AND I WILL LAUGH AND/OR CRY AND/OR BLUSH IN EMBARRASSMENT WITH YOU!

Seeing all this excellent fenders content showing up on my dash recently (IDK what I did to make this happen, but well done, tumblrverse) put me in a MOOD to go back and find some glowey smut from the discard pile...which then apparently turned into fluffy angst (or angsty fluff?) and hand-holding (if you squint...it’s there at the end, I swear).

This one doesn’t really fit into any of my current WIP world states (I mean, I definitely straight up stole some of this from my earlier self for later fenhanders relationship dynamics), and it’s from back when I was clearly still getting to know these characters (still am, tbh), so we’ll go ahead and yeet it into the Void this week, where it belongs:

(Under a cut, cuz it’s 1900+ words long, a whole ficlet, I guess, and there are mentions of the amazing sex these two apparently just had...before Anders had to go and make it awkward...)

“You -- Fenris…” Anders gasps, when Fenris finally pulls away from the kiss long enough to give him a chance to breathe. “I haven’t had sex like that since…”

Fenris’ eyebrows furrow together and he abruptly lets go of him. The last thing he wants is to be compared to any of his past lovers.

“Well, since Hawke and Isabela paid for that night for me at the Blooming Rose for my birthday a few years ago!”

Judging by his frown, this is definitely not the kind of thing Fenris was looking to hear from him.

Anders remembers now, through the idiotic haze of his post-coital bliss, that Fenris had been extra broody then, apparently perturbed that he, or, more specifically, Justice, would want to go through with what the two women had arranged for him, and also probably a little bit annoyed that he wouldn’t shut up about it afterwards. Granted, this was back before he would have ever admitted he had any feelings for the mage. And there is a distinct possibility that Anders had been trying to make him jealous, to provoke him, something Justice seems to want to remind him of now...

“I...remind you of a prostitute?” Fenris doesn’t sound angry or offended. He just sounds sad, a bit disappointed.

“No!” Anders shakes his head, trying to catch his breath and take it back. Not that that should be a bad thing, he wants to say. Fenris knows about his past work in Denerim. Knows how he feels about sex work in general. But he also understands why this association might be a problem for Fenris, sees the hurt there, and has no idea why he decided to bring it up now. “Not at all!”

How does he always manage to mess everything up with him so quickly? He used to be quite good at making charming conversation after sex, priding himself on making sure that everyone had said their piece, that needs and expectations had all been met. And his bedside manner as a healer is highly-regarded by everyone here in Kirkwall.

But Fenris isn’t exactly a client or his patient at the moment. And he supposes he hasn’t had much practice at this sort of thing for a very long time.

“Because it’s you. And no one is being paid…and shit!” He feels Justice trying to take control to save him from his clumsy rambling, but what does the spirit know about pillow talk?

Fenris has somehow already gotten dressed and now he’s reaching for his sword, propped up carefully by the moth-eaten curtain Anders deemed adequate for granting them privacy in the little cubbyhole he calls his “bedroom” carved into the back of his clinic.

“And Justice approves!” Anders declares, growing desperate in his attempts to try and salvage this. “Of this. Of us. Of you!”

Fenris turns back and shoots him the darkest look he’s given him yet through this exchange. “Do not use the spirit’s feelings to try and spare mine.”

Anders is trying. He truly is. But this isn’t fair, because Fenris has just fucked him senseless, and all he really wants is to curl up next to him and fall asleep. It would be good sleep, too. The kind he hasn’t had in...he can’t really remember, doesn’t really want to. And anyway, it’s looking less and less like that’s going to happen now.

“What does that even mean?” he asks, waving his arms frantically in the air.

“Ask him.”

“You know I can’t! Unless you want me to let him take over?” Anders offers, half-seriously at first, but then he gets a curious look in his eyes. “Is that what you want? Because I totally can...” His eyes begin to glow a little, and light begins to shine through cracks in his skin.

Without even acknowledging this, Fenris ducks under the curtain, and begins making his way through the clinic toward the exit.

“Wait!” Anders calls after him, banishing Justice back to his subconscience for now.

But Fenris marches on, with Anders trailing behind him all the way through Darktown. It’s a wonder that he just can’t seem to catch up. He’s nearly a foot taller than the elf, after all, though Anders is perpetually out of shape due to his own self-neglect, and Fenris is...decidedly not that. But as far as he can tell, Fenris isn’t using any of his lyrium-enhanced abilities to completely lose him, though he certainly could if he really wanted to. Which is actually a little bit encouraging.

As they enter Lowtown, he slows down just enough that Anders is able to reach out to him. There was a time when he would’ve feared the consequences of grabbing the standoffish elf’s arm to try and get his attention. Part of him still does, he supposes, but not enough to risk losing him like this again tonight without at least trying to make things right.

As soon as he touches him, Fenris whips his head around and glares at him. “I am going home.”

“Fine. You can do that. I just…” He wheezes, leaning forward, trying to catch his breath. He truly is out of shape. “Can I apologize?”

“For what?”

“For being an idiot?” he huffs.

“You have never apologized for that before.”

Anders is so relieved to see the little smirk on his face that he could kiss him. But he doesn’t. Because he’s already pressing his luck with him further than he’s ever dared to before and he’s determined not to fuck it all the way up if he can help it.

“For...for...all the wrong things I said in my...compromised state back there.”

“Compromised?”

“Fenris, please just work with me here?”

His eyes narrow on him, but he is silent for what feels like an eternity to Anders. He takes a deep breath, opens his mouth, and mutters, “You have nothing to apologize for.” He looks down into the empty space between them. “I should not have assumed this was anything more than sex.”

Anders shakes his head. “No. You’re wrong. It is! And you know that.”

“But you…”

“You do know that, right?”

“I...”

“For three years I’d like to think that we’ve been building something more than just...well, whatever that was the first time this almost happened.”

He is pacing now, and Fenris is watching his hands as they move wildly back and forth with him, mesmerizing physical manifestations of the mage’s fretting over him and his feelings. His body language says more to Fenris than whatever words he is muttering as he frantically stumbles through another unnecessary apology.

“Fenris!” he snaps, drawing his attention sharply away from his hands. “Do you even remember that? You knew I wanted you back then. But not if you were going to regret it. If it was just about the sex…”

“I suppose you have proven yourself to be more than just a depraved abomination,” he drawls, with more than just a hint of that irresistible smirk. Justice seems even more pleased than Anders to see it this time. “But I am still going home tonight. To a real bed.”

Anders grabs his arm again as he turns to leave, and Fenris’ markings flare up bright and blinding this time, the sudden burst of activated lyrium burnishing itself into all six of Anders’ senses.

He knows he’s pushed him too far. But if Anders is going to die tonight, after what has just happened between them, well...he supposes it’s better than if he had died yesterday. And Justice seems to agree, because he doesn’t even try to take control in order to save him.

Instead of ripping his heart out through his chest as Anders braces himself for the inevitable, Fenris reaches up, gathering the mage’s collar in his hands, and yanks him down into a kiss.

Maybe Anders is dead. He certainly can’t breathe, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him at the moment. Between the lyrium and the kiss and his body still humming from all the dopamine he’s been inundated with in the past couple of hours...

Fenris releases him with a quiet sigh and just stares at him as his markings recede. He’s expecting something. Words, perhaps? But Anders hasn’t been doing very well with those tonight.

He swallows hard, and tries anyway, because he can feel Justice growing impatient with his inaction. “You were…” he hesitates.

“Going home.” Fenris nods.

“To the mansion?”

“Yes.”

“Fine…” Anders rocks back onto his heels trying not to look completely dejected. “Yeah, fine…okay.”

Fenris rolls his eyes and inhales sharply through his nose. “Would you like to join me?” he offers on the exhale.

Anders looks stunned for a moment as he simply stares back at him. Then slowly, a dopey grin begins to spread across his face. “Are you sure?” Anders beams down at him. He honestly can’t help but show every emotion clear as day across his entire countenance and to Fenris, it’s one of the most embarrassing and endearing things about him.

“Hmmm…” Fenris starts to turn away from him again before his own smile can reveal itself. He certainly wouldn’t want to encourage this behavior.

“Okay!” Anders cries out, tightening the hand he’s forgotten is still wrapped around Fenris’ arm. When Fenris doesn’t even flinch, he thinks for sure he’s either dead or dreaming. “Okay...yes! Yes I would very much like to join you.”

Fenris shrugs him off without another word, and is already marching toward Hightown before the mage can say anything else to make him reconsider the invitation.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust him. Anders is terrible at hiding his intentions, his feelings, anything from him, really, and he supposes, after what he’s said to him tonight, that this is no accident. He trusts Fenris, as well, foolish as it seems for either of them.

But Fenris knows that once this happens, once Anders embeds himself into his home -- which, up to this point, hasn’t felt much like a home at all, and that has been on purpose, too -- more than all the tension between them the past three years, more than the half-drunken moments stolen from each other in dark corners of the Hanged Man, or in the alley behind it, or in the back of the clinic, where he could still tell himself it was just a phase or meaningless beyond the relief of pent-up frustration it afforded both of them, there can be no turning back. No more pretending he isn’t completely smitten with the ridiculous mage once he’s taken him into his own bed and let down his guard enough to actually just...sleep with him.

At some point, he reaches behind him with a small huff, a puff of gently glowing white in the unseasonal coolness of the night betraying his feelings. He grabs Anders’ hand, pulling him along with him, and Anders feels like he’s practically floating on that little cloud the rest of the way to Hightown.

#dragon age #throwaway thursday #anders #fenris #fenders #anders is love-drunk #not like in a magical love potion/sex pollen way #just in the 'this was better than I thought it could be and I've been thinking about it for a very long time' kinda way #anyway...#long post

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Breaking Furnace Book One: Lockdown

Chapter 9: Picking Up the Pieces

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All of my writing!

I have been suffering for the past two weeks because I love this chapter. There’s only one more after this, then it’s on to book two! Solitary focuses a lot more on Connor, so that’s always exciting.

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Remember that this is a daydream taking place in the Escape From Furnace universe, so keep that in mind if you haven’t read EFF.

Word count: 4790

Content warnings for this chapter:

Drug use (nectar)

Severe physical injury

Forced drug use

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~-S-~

It’s been two days, and I feel like I’ve already waited too long.

I hold a tablet of the purple nectar in one hand and my key in the other. The rest of the nectar hides safely in my right arm. The tablet glimmers at me, and a feather light thrill of excitement runs up my spine.

Bile rises in my throat along with it, but it’s time to let go of these misgivings. I can’t afford them in the compound.

I turn my attention to the key in my right hand. In this universe, it’s been reduced to a glorified escape hatch. It can shift, sure, but that’s just a party trick. I’m about 90% sure the only thing it’s actually good for here is to get out of this world.

So, of course, Cross can’t be allowed anywhere near it.

Slowly, carefully, I push the key through my abdomen. It takes me a minute to find the perfect place. With only mild discomfort, I adhere it to the underside of my sternum. Even Cross won’t be able to find it here, not without killing me.

That would really be a feat.

I’ve never accidentally died in one of these games, but I have a pretty good idea of what might happen if I did. Everything should fall apart until the universe can’t sustain itself, everyone thrown back to the Cube.

I try not to think about the other possibilities.

I drop down from my bunk, sauntering to the gap in the bars to scan the yard. Inmates mill in small groups, a few younger kids playing tag near the stairs. It’s a quiet day, all in all, and that’s likely because the idiot I’m looking for is nowhere to be found.

Of all days for Kevin to be MIA.

“Should I be worried?”

I flick my eyes up, in the direction of Connor’s cell, to find him watching me from the fourth floor. I roll the tablet of nectar between my fingers, and I practically feel his brow raise.

This’ll be nothing. Try not to get caught up in it, alright?

Disbelief slides along the wire, and I wait patiently.

“I thought you wanted this to be believable,” he says eventually, and I’m surprised to hear a smile in his voice. “If I’m sitting here, tail tucked in my cell, how many red flags does that send?”

I hesitate, squashing the instinct to argue because he’s right.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

♥♥♥c♥♥♥

My stomach turns at their words, delivered in the same cutting, falsely cavalier tone as their lookalike in the In-Between.

However, the echoing ramble of the irritation sliding between us, the way the vermilion clouds hug close to their shoulders, tells me their spite isn’t directed at me. They move the nectar between their fingers again, a soft twisting in the back of my head, and I think they catch my anxiety this time. The orange cloud dissipates, at least, their attention turning to something in the yard.

“It’ll be okay,” they promise. “In the end, all of this will be fine.”

And they throw the pill to the back of their throat.

Holy shit.

I almost don’t have enough time to yank myself out of their head, and even that doesn’t seem to be enough. I can still feel the haze of darkness scattering their thoughts. I feel their nails digging into their palm, hard enough to break the skin.

I feel their impulse control shatter.

I’m still frozen in place, trying to extract myself from the tangled and spreading trap of nectar, when they stagger into the yard and I see what prompted this. Several Skulls just waltzed into the yard, Kevin in the center of the group. Sawyer makes a beeline for them, their strides growing more streamlined with every second. I watch, helpless.

Kevin shouts something, a joke, a welcome, a mistake.

The other Skulls take a step back when Sawyer gets close enough.

Sawyer grabs him by the neck of his shirt.

G̸Y͢M.͘ ͝NOW̢.̶

The growl slides right through my defenses, digging slimy fingers into my head. The flickering image of a too-wide grin borne by the nectar knocks my feet into motion.

I’m halfway down the first staircase before I register that I’ve even looked away.

This is the plan, but god, I wish it wasn’t.

By the time I sprint into the yard, the excitement in the place already hitting a fever pitch, Sawyer’s nowhere to be seen, and the crowd surges toward the gym.

God. Fucking. Damn it.

TH̨I̴S̡ W̸AS ͠AL̶WA͜YS͘ A ̡J͡O̶͟҉K̵̸E̶͢͠ T̕O ̛Y͝OU,͢ ͝ẀASN̶'͝T̡ ̢I͘T?

I feel their fist land on soft flesh, too hard. It reverberates up my own arm, the satisfaction churning among the nectar flashing across the wire like acid. I don’t dare reach out to them, I couldn’t hope to win against the nectar. All I can do is hold myself as far away from them as possible.

A single, desperate part of me hopes the wire will snap so I can just think.

A wall of clamoring inmates blocks me from getting any closer to the gym, I can’t even see the door. Another strike vibrates my bones, this time through my right leg. Again. A third time.

That’s too hard a hit, the human body can’t take that, they’re going to kill him.

A hand lands on my shoulder.

The panic dissipates for an instant.

Then—

P̕A͜͡T҉̀H́ET̀͡I̡C͞͏͟.̛̀

I can’t tell if I hear the word aloud, or if it’s just that deafening in my skull. I shove the kid in front of me hard enough to knock him out of the way. It seems to give everyone the right idea, because now when I push ahead the inmates let me through.

͢҉͠REM̕͟ÉM͠B̡E̛͞R͡ T̛H̀I̷͏͞S ̡T́H͟E ̴̷̛N҉̨Ę͠X͘͡T̸̨ ̢TI̢M̨̧̀E ̴͜YO͢҉U̢ U͟͞ ̕N̶̨͞ ̡̡̕͞͝D̵̵̢ ͟É́͜͝ ̶̷̛̀͢R̡̢͠ ̵̨͜E҉͠͞͝ ̡̧S̀͝ ͝T̸͝ ͢I͟͝͠ ̡́̕M͏͟͏҉ ҉̸̕A҉͘ ̸̛̕͢͏T̨̛́͞ ̵̧̀͡͡E̡͢͡ ̵̴̧ ̷̵̨̡͢M̧̢͜͝ ͜͏̸Ę̸͠.̵̧̡͘͝

The wire trembles, and for a horrifying moment I think it might actually break, but it doesn’t. It stabilizes, and the first thing pouring down is horror. A firehose of sticky disgust drowning out the nectar until the darkness subsides into a glassy black lake beneath the surface.

I stumble into the gym, just in time for them to back into me.

And in time for the siren to blare.

I don’t move, eyes on Sawyer, when they slowly turn around to face me. I’m scared, for a second, that their eyes will be black when they look up.

They’re not.

They don’t betray the waterfall of self-loathing dancing on the wire, distant and hardly focused, but their eyes remain gray as always.

Thank fucking Christ.

They stare at me, unmoving, the instant suspended in time by the siren screaming in the background.

Then the siren ends, and their gaze flicks behind me. Rushed, babbling words halt the flow of emotion between us.

“Fix Kevin. He’s an idiot and an asshole but he doesn’t deserve this.”

I don’t really get a chance to answer before I’m shunted to the side. Stumbling, barely able to stay on my feet, I almost miss Sawyer looking back over their shoulder as two blacksuits drag them to the exit.

A third hangs back to inspect something on the floor of the gym. I turn back to see Kevin lying still against the far wall. He looks dead, but I can’t exactly ignore Sawyer’s last request.

I really hope it isn’t actually their last request.

I brace myself and step between Kevin and the suit. Surprise flits over the man’s eyes, but he doesn’t seem angry. He doesn’t try to push past me or berate me in any way.

Lucky guess, that he’s one of ours. I’ve been in this prison for two years, and I have no idea how Sawyer can tell these guys apart.

“Cross catches you out of bounds, you’re good as dead.”

It’s not a threat.

I shrug. “We’re all on our way out anyway, aren’t we?”

He eyes me for a beat and turns back without another word.

Alone in the gym, I turn on my heel and stoop to Kevin’s side. I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I find him alive. Three of his fingers stick up the wrong way and blood oozes between his lips, but the dazed look he gives the ceiling tells me he probably doesn’t even notice.

Holding a hand over him, I spread my awareness throughout his body and try to take stock of the damage. He doesn’t respond to the invasion, and that alone tells me I don’t have much time.

Still, he’s lucky.

The scene in his abdomen is nasty, a horrific hyperbole of what he did to them, but his spine is still intact and his shattered ribs and sternum came up short of his heart. The bones in his hand may as well be gravel for all good they’ll do him, the cracks reaching halfway up his forearm.

This is what the nectar does. It kills people, either physically or mentally, and there’s little you can do to fight it without succumbing to the poison yourself.

Why the hell did I think this was a good idea?

The siren rings again, the shock doors opening in the yard, and that snaps me out of it. I should be out there in the circle, but Kevin will be dead by the time I return. I’m sure Cross has better things to do than lynch me for staying in the gym now that he has Sawyer.

I shake my head and put it from my mind, refocusing on Kevin’s wounds.

Pressing a hand against his chest, I slowly bring the bones there back where they belong and fuse them together. I try to be as brief and precise as possible, but it still brings a shriek of agony from the gang leader. I try to repair the new bleeds as I go, but there’s only so much I can do when I’m off my head like this.

I lower my hand and try to pinpoint all of the damage here. Sawyer bruised everything and turned his liver to mush. It’s faster and much less painful to repair these, and Kevin seems to be gaining some life.

His head snaps around, and he tries to struggle upright. I nearly have to tackle him to keep him down.

“We aren’t done yet,” I mutter, moving on to his arm.

“Sawyer?” His voice is slurred, but the fact that he can talk is a good sign.

While his eyes are still unfocused, I start bringing the bones in his hand back in place. He immediately curses and tries to jerk away, but I hold firm.

By the time I’m finished, he looks more than recovered. He’s not in danger of dying, at least. Maybe of passing out, if I’m even close to right about how much blood he just lost.

“The fuck just happened?”

I glance up at him, at the anger there. Swallowing, I shrug. “They decided to join the warden.”

“Y’should’ve stopped her,” he shoots back, inspecting his hand.

I bite back what I want to say and stand.

“I’m not their keeper.”

He starts struggling up, grumbling about it. On his feet, swaying slightly, he glares at me. I know that look.

He’s looking for another fight after getting his ass handed to him.

Before either of us can move, a group bursts into the room. They’re behind me, but I don’t dare turn my back on Kevin. I can definitely hear them, though, Dominic arguing with Bodie and his brother.

“Connor, what—”

“I said, out!” Bodie cuts across him.

Kevin narrows his eyes, but I still don’t look away. A short scuffle picks up, and Kevin finally backs down. I follow him with my eyes as he walks by, saying nothing when he clips my shoulder with his.

Finally turning around, I watch him wave the other Skulls out. They glare daggers at my cellmate before following, but that might be because they look worse off than he does.

He watches them leave, then turns worried eyes on me.

I don’t know what to say to him. The way he looks at me, like I might have answers, turns my stomach. When he starts what I assume is the beginning of a question, I wave a hand irritably and start for the door.

Dominic follows me, and I can feel his questions at my heels as well. The buzz in the yard doesn’t hide the thick silence between us while we climb the stairs.

Alex and Zee are already sitting on my bunk, waiting. They look up, and I still don’t have a clue what to say about Sawyer’s betrayal.

‘Betrayal.’

I expect the questions to come immediately, but the cell remains silent. When I look at the three of them, at Dominic climbing onto his bunk, I realize just how bad this must look. They don’t know. I look away, back out at the bright lights of the prison, sweeping my awareness out for the others.

It takes a few tries to fight through the anxiety dragging me back, but I eventually get a good idea of what’s going on.

Donovan sits in the yard, listening to Kevin jabber about what happened. Gamzee isn’t far away, so I’ll just assume he’s listening too. Monty and Jimmy have tucked themselves into a corner of the trough room, Monty telling Jimmy that he never trusted them.

Even when they call you a traitor, huh?

I turn back to the three behind me, my expression grave. They look scared, like they should be. Sawyer on the side of the enemy, that spells out destruction. I don’t think that I stand a chance against them, not when they have nectar on their side.

But that still leaves the unspoken question: What do we do now?

“This is bad,” I say lamely. It sounded better before I said it, but I have to swallow my misgivings and move on. “We don’t know what they’re up to, but this doesn’t really change anything. I think we should follow the plan and hope for the best.”

“‘Hope for the best?’” Alex echoes. He isn’t looking at me, chewing on a fingernail and staring into the middle distance. “The best thing we can do is take a flying leap. End this before it can get worse.”

“You don’t mean that,” Zee mutters. “We’ve done it without them before, we can do it again.”

“Can we?” We all look at Dominic. He glances between the three of us, then continues. “They know our plan. Hell, they made the plan.”

I wave the concern away, thinking hard.

“Cross has known, every time, how we get out of the prison. We’ve always made it out. I think he just wants to prove he can win the fight in the tower, that he deserves to be Furnace’s favorite.”

Even though Furnace has been dead for more than a year now.

“He’ll definitely be ‘Furnace’s favorite’ now that he’s convinced Perry to turn on us.”

I don’t look, nodding at the thought, when Donovan brushes past me to join the others. He considers me expectantly, and the other three mirror his expression. I stare back at them.

“What?”

“With them gone, that makes you the leader, right?”

It’s Alex that says it, and that surprises me more than anything. He was the original ‘leader,’ the one that kept the group together before Sawyer decided to jump into the story. If anyone deserves to call the shots, it’s him.

It’s his story that we stole, and this isn’t what I do.

I’m used to helping.

Sending gifts through the walls of a universe and sneaking pieces of memories to Jay, that’s what I’m good at. I give advice, not lead people into impossible battles while convincing those behind us we can win. Then actually win. The idea of leading this group without them in the background pulling the strings knocks my heart into my throat.

But the others seem to agree with Alex. They wait for me to begin, so I mentally smooth myself. Sawyer’s gone, and I’m left to clean up this mess.

I guess I finally know how they felt.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.”

~-S-~

I pace the lab, pausing now and then to sift through papers on the tables. This place is a mess. If I’m going to be doing anything around here, we’ll need some organization.

Cross keeps prattling on behind me. He’s been talking since I arrived. I stopped listening a long time ago, before we passed the infirmary.

My mind is still running faster than I can follow, the nectar still doing its work. By now it will have infected my marrow and begun replicating.

I need to get a grip, find my center. I need to get to work on something, anything, if I want to stay sane. I scratch the inside of my forearm idly, reading notes on the composition of the different nectars.

There’s nothing about the blue stuff here, either.

“Perry, did you hear me?” the warden snaps, pulling me back to the surface. I jerk my head in a sharp nod, but he repeats himself anyway. “Never come past the wheezers’ cells on your own. Not until you’ve gone through your—”

“I’m not doing the surgeries.” I interrupt, waving him away with one hand and stacking papers into neat piles with the other. “And I’m not leaving the lab; you said yourself that this is where I’ll be most useful.”

He says nothing about the surgeries, a surprise, his frown only deepening at the demand to stay here. “You must work on the recruits in the infirmary, you know that, and there are creations back here that will not hesitate to—”

“You mean the suits you turned against me?” What a joke. “I can protect myself. I might even be able to reverse the damage you’ve done.”

“You can’t hide from your choice,” he says, crossing the room between the tables until he’s at my side. Irritation and venom lace his words, but that’s nothing new.

I ignore him, still organizing the space in front of me. Unfortunately, I can’t ignore him prying a vial from my hands. I finally look at him, with half a mind to spit in his face.

“I’m not an employee, Cross, or a soldier. Not this time. I’m here to do what I need to do. No ‘out-of-bounds,’ no lies, no bullshit,” I pause for a fraction, then add, “No surgeries.”

I start a little when he smiles. A surprisingly familial offering, similar to the ones he gives to the blacksuits when they’re still recovering from their training. I narrow my eyes, studying him.

He places the vial in a test tube rack before speaking. “No surgeries.”

I watch him for a beat longer, wary, but turn back to the table to continue gathering up loose papers.

“Although,” he adds. I don’t look at him. I stare the page at the top of my stack of paper. Isolating memory manipulation. “A few days in the screening room do seem to be in order.”

The words reach my ears, but I don’t think I really hear them. I do turn, however, in time to see a flash of light glinting on glass. The information hits the part of me that matters, the part that can still think, at the same time the needlepoint pierces the skin on my neck.

I scream and claw at the skin, but it’s too late. The needle is gone, the syringe empty. I expect the fire of nectar, but this is different. A murky haze glazes my vision and wall of darkness pushes against my mind. Another sharp pinch on my upper arm, and I look to my brother in confusion.

The fluorescents above Cross blur into a twisted caricature of holy light. I don’t remember why I’m supposed to be so scared. I don’t even realize that I’m falling until I hit the floor and hear Cross sigh.

“This is all for your own good. You will thank me in the end.”

~-S-~

Whispers all around me.

The sounds are too far away for me to understand, but my annoyance still swells. I have something important to do, but I don’t remember what. The memories I need dance just out of reach, pulling apart amid the whispering and the rush of an unseen river whenever I get too close.

The whispers get closer the longer I keep my eyes closed, and I’m dangerously close to getting a headache. Louder, overpowering the pulse of the water swallowing everything else.

Oh.

I think someone’s talking to me.

I tune in to the voice, now, finally interested. It’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite place it. There’s some sort of accent, different from my own.

Sounds punchable, anyway.

“... unless the machines are broken. I’ve gotten used to specimens ignoring me, but my patience is wearing thin. I’ll start the reels soon, whether you answer me or not. Are you ready?”

He sounds angry. At me? He obviously knows I’m awake.

My eyes flick open, and I find that I’m sitting up. I’m strapped into a chair, though I’m not sure why. My head is fixed in position facing a blank projection screen. The sight stirs some sort of memory, crying out in revolt.

“Ah, there you are,” the voice from before says, halting my thoughts. I peer into the corner of my eyes to find a man I recognize. Cross?

Cross.

The warden. Yeah, punchable is in understatement. I don’t know how much control I have over my own face, but something in my expression prompts a chuckle from him.

“What the hell are you doing, Cross?” I demand, pulling against the straps on my arms. “Are you insane?”

There’s a small click behind me, and the projector comes to life. I try to close my eyes, but a suit has already come forward to pin them open.

“I had to do some tedious work to find these reels, but I think it will be worth it. After this, you shouldn’t have any second thoughts about leaving those friends of yours.”

Cross continues talking, but I stop listening when the suit moves to reveal the screen. These are my memories, as well as the memories of others within my mind.

He’d been in the memory sectors, watching Furnace’s memories. I knew that. I knew that, and I should have known it wasn’t sentimentality that brought him there.

“Now, I have some complications to deal with. We’ll have to lock away those suits, for a rainy day...”

Cross’s voice fades yet again and I barely notice the pinch in my arm as an IV is inserted. The blue nectar flows smoothly into my system as the edges of my memory go fuzzy again.

This is different than any other nectar I’ve tried before. It’s not a river, pounding against the sides of my head, no, this is new. As if in a dream, sticky fingers drag me under a pool of shimmering dark water. The light of the projector dances in my eyes, distracting me from the thought of struggle.

None of this feels real.

I stare at the screen, seeing but not seeing. It occurs to me that this was a mistake. I don’t know what to do. All of my abilities within this world mean nothing anymore if I can’t fight this, can’t reach my fingers up through the surface of the nectar.

Then, all of that slides into the abyss as well.

♥♥♥c♥♥♥

I’ve been listening for Sawyer, hoping they would reach out to me, ever since they disappeared into the compound.

In the lull of the nectar’s activity, I managed to pull back a safe distance from their thoughts. I intend to stay that way, far away, unless they seek me out first.

I can’t risk looking for them. I can’t risk tangling the two of us together again. We shouldn’t have gotten that streamlined in such a dangerous universe in the first place.

There was one brush from them a few hours again, a lazy touch. They felt half-asleep, and I couldn’t decipher anything more than the swirling eddies of nectar-borne fury.

Since then, the wire has been vibrating, an annoyance that I can barely feel. Gentle strumming that I attribute, once again, to the nectar. It buzzes in the back of my head like a fly against glass, making it hard to concentrate on Dominic.

He slaps a hand against the table, bringing my attention back to him.

“Did you hear me?”

“I—” I run a hand over my my face and sigh. “No. Sorry.”

He leans back on the bench, brows furrowed. In the end, it’s relief when he doesn’t pursue it.

“When’s Gary supposed to get here?”

“A week or two, I think.” I answer promptly. “Sawyer was pretty vague.”

“Damn.” He looks away, out into the chattering crowd in the trough room. “Do you think this was their plan from the beginning?”

“No.” The response comes out before I can stop it, and Dominic turns his eyes on me again. Shit. “I don’t think so, at least. I hope not.”

“Where did they get the nectar?” he asks. There’s something in his tone, a note that wasn’t there before, and it makes me uneasy. It feels like an interrogation.

I need to divert this now. With the buzz of the wire increasing, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep my head clear.

Lights, camera, action.

“I don’t know. They didn’t—”

I force my voice to cut out, eyes to unfocus in an act I’ve seen from Sawyer too many times to count. ‘Of course, I just realized something,’ their surprised gasp seemed to say, ‘as if it didn’t occur to me several minutes go, as if I’m not the cause, as if I didn’t already know.’

I hope I pull it off, anyway.

“The hole.”

“Th—” A startled sound in his throat breaks him off, and the realization I faked hits him. He moves forward to lean on the table. “We need to get out of here.”

I shake my head.

“We need to wait for Gary. He might be a pain in the ass, but we’ll die without him.” I push up from the table and lift my tray. It’s too loud here, too hard to think. “We have to be—”

The wire snaps.

A ringing emptiness takes the place of the vibration, and I find myself staring at the table. I try to break out of the paralysis, to leave the trough room, but I can’t move. I can’t reach out for them with my awareness, search through the In-Between, anything, the dread punching through my gut leaving me useless.

“Connor? You okay?”

Dominic’s voice slices through the shock.

I manage to look at him, the concern on his face maybe the funniest thing I’ve seen in my fucking life. Sawyer’s down in the compound with Cross, drowning in nectar, could be dying for all I know.

And he’s worried about me.

I can’t hold back a laugh that feels wrong even to me. I turn away, shaking my head, biting back every single thing I want to say.

I promised.

I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Don’t worry about it, Nick.”

~-S-~

The images are all I have.

They blur together, undecipherable words overlaying the pictures on the screen. Hurt and hate, and a voice that holds me like chains. Soft, cloying, as gripping as the darkness dancing in my vision.

If I could move, I’d rip the speaker’s vocal chords out.

A hand drops onto my shoulder, but I can’t find the need to react.

I feel more than hear the visitor speak. I can’t decipher what is said, but the set of sounds, the shape of the words sparks a fire in my chest. The lazy swirls of darkness seize, and I jerk my head.

My mouth moves, a snarl ripping through my throat at the audacity of the intrusion. I don’t know what I say, if I say anything, but fingers dig into my shoulder. Another sound, and I’m slow to recognize it as laughter.

This time, the words rise with meaning through the thick water blurring the world together.

“Very good. You put up a strong fight, but we got there in the end.”

The hand leaves, and I almost forget it was ever there, the light of the images blurring with the first irritating voice once again.

Soon, I think, I’ll silence it.

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Please tell me you're writing the accidental marriage fic as a 'proper' fic. Like I rambled in tags I need to know everything! What are the seven steps exactly? How did they fulfill them? How is Kara going to tell Lena? How will Lena react? What do they do????? Please, I need it!!

yknow what i live for validation & encouragement so im gonna post a bit of it for yall tonight ok

they say that rao created the suns and stars and planets to keep him company, that he loved his creations for their beauty and order so much that he made krypton, and its people, to delight in it with him. they said—they said—he was so pleased with his children that he gave to them everything he had: wisdom, and passion, and strength, and intelligence, and within all of these gifts, his love.

she knows rao made order. a delicate, incredible dance. that rao set the rules of it all and made the music and the room to dance in, and the costumes, and the decorations, and the love and rhythm of their heartbeats—all of that, everything that exists, and somehow he couldn’t account for his tiny children running amok. couldn’t account for them making up their own rules, or for their countless missteps.

there was a stretch of time—a considerable stretch indeed—when kara hated him. because if rao had brought order to the universe, he missed a step. didn’t look far enough ahead to consider the end of his jewel, his love, his krypton.

kara read a lot when she came to earth, about religions and gods, both the divine and the fallible, but mostly she read about people. she was only thirteen when krypton—when it happened—but she remembers the quick thrum of her mothers pulse, fearful, and the way her father smiled at her with so much love in his eyes it burned, like he knew it was the last thing he would ever get to do and he wanted it to leave some kind of mark. well, it was, and it did. and she thinks a lot about choice and self and people and how it might have been easier for her if she hadn’t seen them right there. right next to her. how it still felt cruel to have seen them, and to have been made to leave them.

and the what ifs, that loud, endless wave of what ifs: what if one of them had gone with baby kal, what if they had made those stupid, stupid pods with room for two, what if her mother had never sent astra to the phantom zone, if non had never killed a guard, if kara had never called astra home, if someone had spoken up sooner, louder, more insistently, if her mother had just agreed to try, if generations ago the house of el had never even been formed—and everything stacks up on everything that came before and kara gets lost in it.

but there’s no point. there’s no point, because krypton is dead and left far behind, and that’s where it will stay.

all that remains of krypton is a fortress of toy relics, a man with her blood but the heart of a human, and shards of her dead planet. and her, still her. and there is no point in hating a god who died with the rest of her world.

years later, standing on the roof of national city’s tallest building—which isn’t catco, as much as cat might like to think it is—she hates him again.

the rain is so cold even she is shivering. head tilted up to the sky, she doesn’t both wiping away the torrent drenching her face, her hair. her cape drags heavy on her shoulders, a sopping weight, and she whips it to the side when it tangles around her ankle. the move flicks water off it like a spray of diamonds, shattering against the concrete where the rest of the water, the rest of the world, trembles at her step. she paces the roof of the building, eyes fixed on some distant point, the heart of the storm.

there comes a sound that only she can hear, and she pauses at the corner of the building. poised there, lightning cracks and illuminates her against the backdrop of a broiling, immense storm. it cloaks the whole city in shadow, clings to everything with its misted tendrils, and she is no exception. she would be engulfed in it, but for the power gathered behind her eyes—white-hot and furious.

and when the thunder drums again, like a call to war, kara’s edges are sharp enough to be a war all by herself.

lightning cracks the sky wide open. thunder follows it instantly in a boom. the wind that comes tearing flings back kara’s hair, her cape, shudders against the windows stories far below her feet.

kara clenches her jaw, braces herself against it. her eyes flash hotter.

she saw diana catch lightning in her hands once, knows better than most that many things in the world are more than they are given credit for. this storm is more than crashing particles—this is her challenge, her fight, and by everything that exists in this world, rao will hear her!

“DUAHZ VOIEHD KRYPTAHNIUM,” she yells up to the clouds.

the thunder rolls. grumbles, shatters into itself.

“TA-RRIV RRAOP-RAO RAOGRYHS PAHDH IRSTUN OSH KHAP!”

she gets no answer save the lightning that zips down toward her and kara’s eyes flash. she grits her teeth around a scream and launches herself right at it, catches it on the bands diana gifted her and doesn’t stop, punches right up through the clouds to the heart of the storm. she winds the lightning around her, grips it tight.

“rao,” she yells, voice dragged raw.

the wind is stronger here and it whips her hair across her face, stinging, and everything tastes like hot metal and salt water. she holds tight to the lightning just to feel it burn. feels the answering sting in a line down her chest, sternum to navel. “rao, ta-irstun rraop-rao pahdh voiehd? khap eiahm,” she whispers. the words are tugged from her, ripped from her lips. she wills it out, up, to the right ears. the right heart. “khap eiahm, ewuhsh gehd.”

a formal introduction; or, skulir: verb, the active form: to look, to examine.

kara is six years old when she finds out that she will have a husband. she considers it for two days, silently, before bringing it up to anyone.

a tall figure in blue—that’s all kara can see under her thin blanket—stands in the doorway of her bedroom. “your mother says you’re not well. do you want to come out from under that blanket?”

“no.”

“no?” the bed creaks as she sits on kara’s bed. “then perhaps i shall sit here with you. is that alright?” kara murmurs her assent, scoots over a little to make space in the bed. “i brought your stars, little one. are you sure you don’t want to see them? we were only partway through the primaries.” astra waits a moment for kara’s response. when it doesn’t come immediately, she offers, “you may hold the star jar, if you wish.”

kara kicks her feet under the blanket as she considers that.

finally, she pulls down the covers. “just the stars?” she asks, fixing her aunt with a suspicious look.

astra leans over, presses a kiss to her forehead. “just the stars,” she promises, and kara rolls around in her bed, bundles the blankets around herself, and thumps down into astra’s lap. her aunt pulls her close, strokes her hair back from her forehead.

“there is my darling star,” she murmurs. she activates the holo-reader—kara’s ‘star jar’—and scatters the stars across the ceiling. once it’s active, she allows kara to hold it in her little hands.

kara stays there, tucked up into astra, listening to her explaining the primary stars and astra cards her fingers down her long hair until kara’s nervous gut unclenches and she asks what has been bothering her.

“does everyone get married?”

astra’s voice falters, and then stops. she looks down at her niece, bemused by the topic change. “married?”

“fardhogh-cheh says that everyone gets married. that parents pick someone and then you have to spend your whole life with them.”

“did he put it like that?” astra crooks a finger under kara’s chin, tilts it up to look at her. “hmm, little one?” she tickles under kara’s chin and astra’s eyes, so clear and fond, are brighter than rao’s midday light. kara cuddles into her, ducks her head again. “have you been concerned about this?”

“...no.”

astra tickles at kara’s shoulder, makes her squirm. “for how long?”

“…two days.”

“i see. you do like to keep things to yourself, don’t you, little one?” kara shrugs. “well, it is nothing to be concerned about. marriage is a union between families.”

“who will it be?”

“he will be of good standing—”

“will he be nice?” kara asks, and with it comes the flood of questions that have blinded her for the last few days. “do i know them? how long do i have? what happens? do i have to get married? do i get to choose him? why do i have to get married? what does it do? is it scary?”

“these are a lot of questions.”

“i have a lot of questions,” kara agrees quietly.

“a curious mind can be dangerous, little one,”

“questions are good!” she argues, struggles to sit up and away, and astra nods. she helps kara, tries not to laugh at the bundle of a girl who wriggles away, irate at the suggestion that questions might not be a good thing.

“always. but you should share them with your family or else you may get lost in them.” astra strokes down her cheek. “and i would not like that.”

“oh.” kara waits a moment. “so?”

astra glances away, tries not to smile. “your betrothed,” she tells her niece, “will be chosen by your family, we who love you. we will not let you be bonded to someone unworthy, not when you are more precious to us than all else.”

“but what’s the point?”

“marriage is a union. do you know of shokh?”

“truth,” kara nods impatiently. “the first virtue.”

“the primary virtue, yes, on which we base all dealings. shokh is the virtue all unions are based on. a family would never agree to a union without first knowing who their beloved shall be bonded to, just as one would never agree to an alliance or business without knowing who extends their hand. it is a virtue that persists throughout a union—shokh is constant. unwavering. it is about learning and knowledge and discovery. sharing.” she hugs kara to her, strokes her hair again, out of her thoughtful eyes. “does that make sense, little one?”

“yes. but,” kara smiles, a little shy, when astra laughs. “i have more questions.”

“of course you do. share them with me,” she encourages, sets the star field aside for another night.

alura joins them later, knocking gently on kara’s bedroom door. she peeks in, relaxes against the door when she sees them curled there.

“you are feeling better then, kara?” kara nods—sheepish, small in her aunt’s arms, but she nods. “i’m so glad. you’ve had us worried. we had to call in reinforcements.”

“reinforcements?” kara sits up quickly, looks back over her shoulder at her aunt. “you’re reinforcements?”

astra laughs, throws her head back. “your parents were worried.” she lets kara go when she wriggles away from her, goes to stand defiant in the centre of the room, her little frown stern and her little arms crossed. “do not be displeased with me, little one.”

kara considers the request for a time, before she flicks her hair back over her shoulders and walks out of the room. she makes her way out of their home and down the long corridor before loud steps follow her and she breaks into a run before zor-el plucks her clean off the ground and carries her home.

“i’m mad at you.”

“it was your mother’s idea,” he tells her, in that low rumble of a voice she loves so much. she leans back into his chest—but keeps her arms folded to show her displeasure.

#tagging my stories #this isn't the full first part im just dumping this #anyway lol #enjoy #supergirl #kiarcheo

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