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#i already knew this was gonna be longer than my usual fics
eternalxvenus · 21 days
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↳˗ˏˋtoji's special workoutˊˎ˗ ↴
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summary: You were late to meet your personal trainer Toji at the gym. Luckily he let you stay after hours, but he was going to make sure you got a proper workout before leaving.
cw: smut 18+, personal trainer!toji x f!reader, pet names (doll, slut), p in v, Toji is a little mean/rough in this ngl, deepthroating, handjob, unprotected sex, light nipple play, slight orgasm control, degradation, fingering, squirting
wc: 2k
notes: i really hope you guys enjoy this fic! i'm actually kind of proud of it lmao. once again sorry it took so long but feel free to send in asks/requests!
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You were driving in your car, contemplating going faster than the speed limit, when you saw that the time read 8:34 pm. You were supposed to meet Toji, your personal trainer at eight o'clock, but you were running behind. You knew he would be irritated since you already pushed your regular workout time from six to eight, and now you were late when the gym closed at nine. 
You pulled into the parking lot, and thankfully, the lights inside the gym were still on. You breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing your gym bag and jogging inside. 
Placing your bag by the lockers, you walked over to Toji, who was lifting weights in front of the mirror. “You’re late. Luckily, I'm friends with the owner. He's gonna let us stay late s'long as I lock up tonight,” he said, his voice slightly strained from lifting the weights. 
"I know, I know, and thank you. My meeting went on longer than it was supposed to and then there was the traffic-"
"Start stretching," he says with a grunt. He sets down the weights and looks over at you. "You're gonna be doin' legs tonight."
You nod and do your usual stretches for your leg days. As you were doing squats, you glanced at Toji through the mirror, and it seemed like he was looking at your ass. You brushed it off as him just watching your form and continued.
You finished your stretches and headed from the stretching area over to the leg press machine with Toji. You got in position as he placed the weights on. "I want ya to do 5 sets, 15 reps each." Your eyes widened. "Last time I only did 3 sets with 12 reps!"
Toji snickered, a smug look on his face. "You're supposed to be getting better and stronger, not staying the same. Plus, you wasted my time being late." You scoffed, "I apologized, and it wasn't even my fault." He rolls his eyes. "Don't care. Just get it done."
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You finally finished all your workouts (they were excruciating, and you will definitely feel it tomorrow) so you headed off to the showers while Toji cleaned up. You realized after showering that you had left your bag out by the lockers. You called out from the shower room door, "Toji! Could you bring my gym bag?" You didn't hear a response but sat on the bench and waited.
A few minutes later, you heard Toji's voice. "Alright, I'm comin' in." He walked into the shower room, your gym bag in hand. "Here ya go." 
You thanked him and took the bag. You both stood there for a moment in silence, and he didn't make a move to leave. He stood there and took in your damp body from head to toe, and you held the towel a little closer to your body. Toji's tongue peeked out and swiped across the scar on his lip.
He took a step closer before speaking, his voice lower than usual. "Y'know, I don't think I worked ya out hard enough." Your breath hitched as your heartbeat sped up, hammering inside your chest so hard you thought it burst out.
Of course, you knew Toji was attractive. He had a perfect build, his abs, pecs, and biceps constantly straining against his compression shirts. And when he was shirtless, he looked absolutely jaw-dropping. Other women in the gym would ogle and stare, he was a wet dream come to life. He also oozed sex appeal. Whether it was intentional or not, you had no clue. The deep smoothness of his voice and the harsh encouragement given during training caused wetness to pool in your underwear more times than you would like to admit.
The thing is, not only is he a few years older than you, but he has a kid (which you found out after getting a text saying he had to cancel because his son was sick.) This made you assume he was married but didn't wear his ring to the gym. He was also your trainer, so there was the professionalism of it all.
Toji took your chin between his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip. "What do ya say, Doll? Think I should work you out a little more?" He spoke again with a smirk on his face. 
Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his lips, the scar more noticeable up close. You figured this would be a one-time, heat-of-the-moment thing. Why the hell not. “That's what I pay you for, isn't it?”
The moment you said those words, his mouth was on yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue massaged yours in a way that made you melt. Both of your bodies were pressed up against one another. You could feel the growing bulge in his sweats pressing against you.
“Get on your knees. Let's start by trainin' that throat of yours...” You immediately obeyed, watching impatiently as he removed his sweats and boxers. His cock sprung up right in front of your face, and you realized he was big. Not wasting any more time, your fingers reached his base as your tongue licked his slit, tasting pre-cum as you sucked the tip. Toji hissed at the feeling and bucked his hips towards your touch. When you took him into your mouth, he groaned, placing a hand on the back of your head. You felt unbelievable. His taste makes you even wetter than you were before. “Let's see how much you can take Doll.” He pushed your head further down his length, making you gag as his tip hit the back of your throat, but the noise made Toji groan. 
Your nose was pressed against his pelvis and you reached your hand up to tease his balls. "F-Fuck! You tryna make me cum?" he said looking down.
You nodded making a muffled sound of 'mhm' as your eyes started to water. Toji pulled you off his cock and a string of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down your chin. 
"Such a pathetic slut. Taking my cock down your throat and playin' with my balls like that. You just can’t fuckin’ help yourself, can you?” He moaned as his hardness twitched right in front of your face. “That desperate for my cock, huh?”
You moan as you clenched around nothing. Your voice was breathy and slightly hoarse when you spoke. "Love having you in my mouth Toji." Your hand starts to pump his length while the other cups his balls, fondling them as he bites down on his lip. His head is thrown back, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he rolls his hips along to your touch. 
After a few minutes of you stroking him, Toji pulled you off the floor and laid you on the nearby bench. Your towel had come off, and he finally had an unobstructed view of your body. His hands came up to play with your now stiff nipples. "You're so fucking sexy, Doll. I can't tell you how many times I got hard just watching you work out. These perfect tits bouncing and that sexy ass."
"So you were looking at my ass earlier." you giggled. You noticed Toji's staring at times, but always thought it was a professional gaze, not a lustful one.
"How could I not. Those shorts make it hard to be professional. Now it's time for stretching. Gotta make sure I don't break you."
Suddenly your legs were spread apart, and Toji was working two of his long fingers into you while his thumb focused on your clit. Your breath hitched, and you clenched around him immediately. "Oh- shit! Please make me feel good Toji. I wanna cum, please."
Toji scoffed. "Already begging to cum? How desperate are you, huh? You're not cummin' anywhere except on my fuckin' cock. Got that?"
You nod, unable to focus on speaking while his fingers piston in and out of your cunt, spreading your arousal.
"Use your words slut."
"I won't cum anywhere except on your cock. I- fuck... I promise."
He gave a short hum of approval as he took his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth. "Such a sweet cunt. I'll have to taste you until you shakin' and cryin' another day."
Before you could even process his words, Toji removed his sweats and started rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting your arousal. In a swift movement, you felt your hole being stretched by his girth.
"Ah- holy... shit Toji!" You nearly screamed as you felt him bottom out inside you, his tip pressing against your G-spot. "You’re so fucking deep!"
Suddenly, Toji's hands were placed behind your knees, pushing them down towards the sides of your head. His pace was nothing short of ruthless. His heavy balls were slapping up against your ass with every harsh thrust. You didn't know if it was because you had just finished working out, but everything felt much more intense. You could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy. One glance down, and you saw the white forming at the base of his dick.
"M'gonna fuck this tight pussy until I've ruined you for every other man. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing I'm the only man who can make your pussy feel this good." You nodded mindlessly at his possessiveness. A light sheen of sweat covered both your bodies as he fucked you into oblivion. He released his grip on your legs and watched as your back arched into his touch. His hands moved to cup your breasts, pinching at your nipples. Toji then leaned in to place a painful kiss on your lips, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his tongue made its way into your mouth, causing you to moan sinfully.
The force of his thrusts caused a distant pain on your back from laying on the hard bench, but you didn't care. All you could think about was your orgasm that was quickly approaching.
"Damn it... your greedy cunt just keeps suckin' me in. Gonna get me fuckin’ addicted." Toji's thrusts became harder as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder.
"I'm close- so close Toji. Please can I- ah!" Loud whimpers and broken moans spilled from your mouth as Toji fucked you. You were so close.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Cum on my fuckin' cock then, slut." He brought his thumb down and worked fast circles on your clit. Your whole body tensed up as you screamed, eyes rolling back into your head, back arched off the bench. White hot pleasure shot through your entire body as you squirted all over Toji's thighs and abs. Your walls squeezed him, nearly suffocating his dick.
"Fuuuuck... that's it, good fucking girl. Cum all over my- god damn- cum all over my cock!"
You were finally coming down from your high when you felt Toji pull out. Your eyes were hazy and unfocused as you watched him stroke his cock, his eyes squeezed shut before spilling his cum all over your stomach with a groan. "Oh... fuck yes"
He took a moment to catch his breath before taking in the sight in front of him. "Look at that... all fucked out and covered in my cum like a true slut."
You smiled lazily as you sat up on the bench. "I'm only a slut for you."
He gave a low hum of approval before helping you stand up. "You bet your ass you are. Now how 'bout we go get cleaned up in the shower."
You gave a nod as you started towards the shower on shaky legs. Once you were both inside with the water on, you turned to him and saw his dick hard once again and realized you weren't going to get cleaned up just yet. You knew you'd definitely be sore for the next few days and that you'd have to do more late-night workouts with Toji in the future.
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kissohee · 4 months
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We had first time with virgen!anton...
Can we have a little shot of their first time having that heating makeout session?? Pls.
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virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 992 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; anton gets a boner, male masturbation, quite literally uses the same dialogue from the full fic, written in antons pov read full fic here! a/n; sure! i kind of loved writing that small part too sooo ^^
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There was nothing Anton loved more than to kiss you. He was sure it was because he was just so in love with you. And although the kisses were very short and sweet, they meant the world to him.
So of course when you're kissing him longer than usual, he swears he could fly. Every time you pull away to get ahold of your breath, he's pulling you back in for more. It was like there were magnets inside your lips that he just couldn't stop attracting to. He knew the kiss got more suggestive when you moved to sit on his lap without pulling apart, your hands moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue desperate in his mouth, mixing your spit together. His fingers slightly grazing your breasts, but not daring to touch them in case it wasn't what you wanted. He remembers someone mentioning to him about hickies once, and he absolutely loved the idea of his marks on you. So he slowly broke your kiss, leaving pecks down your jaw and onto your neck. You gripped his shoulders as he explored your skin, sucking on spots in hopes to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to hurt you in any way. It wasn't until he felt your grip harden when his lips touched a certain spot, where he softly took the skin between his teeth. The sound that came out of you so melodic to his ears. He needed to hear more of you. His lips traveled down to your chest, focusing on mainly your collarbones. When you said his name, he thought he had gone to far. It wasn't a moan, but more of you genuinely trying to get his attention. He stopped to look at you, your eyes however traveled down to his crotch. Scared to glance at it too, he finally felt it. His cock throbbed against the sweats he was wearing. Fuck. Without thinking, he removed you from his lap, placing his hands on top so you couldn't look anymore. "Oh my god.." Your eyes never leaving the bulge, Anton swears he's gonna faint. "I'm so sorry.." His voice decreasing to a whisper. "Why are you sorry?" Your attempt to not laugh went unnoticed by him, his focus everywhere else. His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." He was already hooking his legs off your bed, reading to get up and leave. But he felt your arms wrap around him in an attempt to comfort him, "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." That did not comfort him. There were many times in Anton's life where he felt embarrassment, but this one was by far the worst. Neither of you moved, he couldn't move. He felt frozen. He tried making himself feel better by reminding himself that you love him, and you've already expressed that you aren't disgusted. But still, your words don't take him back in time to avoid the situation. Despite the fact that he physically couldn't move, he felt his cock twitch. He should leave and go home, but then that means he'd have to go out in public like this. His desired solution would just be to die. But then at his funeral someone would have to bring up that he 'Died from embarrassment after popping a boner under his girlfriend.' Anton swears he was fighting demons in his head until he decided to just suck it up and jerk one off. "The.. Your.. Bathroom.." He stumbles over his words before leaving your room and heading to your bathroom in a hurry. If he's quick, he could just pretend he really needed to shit.
Leaning against a bare wall, he lowered all articles of clothing between him and his cock, his hand softly tugging on it while he bit on his index finger on his other hand. The feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock had him biting down slightly harder on his finger. His mind wandered back to the situation, to you. How much better you would feel than his hand right now. He tightened his hand to mimic your hand, which was much smaller than his. Was he a terrible person for imagining you, despite the fact that you were dating him? He wasn't sure, and he sure didn't care enough to stop and think. "Anton?" Fuck. "Are you okay?" Fuck fuck fuck. "On-one second!" He heard your footsteps walk back to what he assumed was your room after you acknowledged it. He was too busy to bother with his finger again, so he let quiet moans slip from his mouth. He didn't think they were loud enough for you to hear, especially considering your room wasn't too close to the bathroom. He's never felt so much sensation from his had before, which just drew even more moans from him. He was so close, he could feel it. His head couldn't catch up with his cock, as his cum covered his hand, hips twitching while it was released. He took his lip between his teeth so he could contain any louder moans than he ones he had already let out. When the bathroom finally stopped spinning, he cleaned himself up with urgency. How long has he been in here? He wasn't sure, but what he does know is that it was much longer than he had hoped. He quickly washed his hands, praying to avoid any awkwardness when he opened the door. He found you sitting on your bed, chewing on the sides of your cheeks as your eyes traveled everywhere but on him. "Walls are thin 'Ton..." This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. There was absolutely no way Anton could ever face you ever again.
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this was small and not really detailed but still 😭 - 🐠
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binniebakery · 2 months
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College AU Bestfriend!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader .. not exactly fluff! kinda suggestive? ♡ Warnings: thunder? rain? ig being in the dark? my first time writing kissing .. my first time actually writing ANYTHING so it might be bad im so sorry guys ♡ A/N: this is my first little fic (if you could call it that)! i literally hate it but i think i got the point across LOLL regardless i hope someone will enjoy please lmk what you think <3 lowercase intended + not proofread ~
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7:32 pm. sighing softly, you placed your phone that was softly playing your favorite tunes back down on the small table over your lap. you tapped your pencil on the table in frustration as you once again for the fifth time readjusted your legs on the bed of your best friend's bedroom. time was going by excruciatingly slow and it didnt help that this math problem was taking you a million years to solve. the sun had already set outside and heading back to your dorm seemed less favorable by the minute. hearing a soft shuffle from the other side of the room you looked up at your best friend. rain began to patter outside. looks like you'll be staying for longer than you intended. beomgyu, who had his deep-colored headphones on was moving his head to the music as he wrote down notes from his study guide. his hair softly wrapped around his features most attractively. you began to mentally trace the lines of his nose, his eyes… his lips.. the dim lighting of the room adding more charm to his aura. "y/n..? are you okay? i could feel you burning holes into my head." beomgyu said as he shook off his headphones to fully put his attention was on you. snapped out of your daze, you mentally kicked yourself as you felt embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. how long had you been staring at him for..? "sorry gyu. if i was staring i didnt mean to" you softly laughed, trying to seem nonchalant and cool about the situation. beomgyu, seeing your embarrassment, chuckled at your reaction. "youre okay, i know you look at me because im cute" he grinned and you rolled your eyes. "oh shut up! you know i was daydreaming. i cant focus on this assignment anyways, its too hard. i think im gonna just finish it tomorrow." you smiled as you threw a pillow at him. he was always cheeky when he had the opportunity. anything to see you react. "daydreaming? so you do think im cute?" he grinned wider after recovering from your pillow attack. you huffed and placed the table that was on your lap onto the ground. "you know youre so-.. ugh and what if i do think you're cute?! what would you even do about it, huh?" you retaliated as you sat on the edge of his bed, now fully facing him. you faked a pout as you were feeling a bit bolder than usual today. your homework giving you enough pent-up rage to have the energy to give in to his bickering.
"okay well i dont know how much truth there is to that but if you really meant that id probably kiss you." your eyes widened at his response. you see beomgyu's face turn into an unreadable expression. he hadnt realized you were only half joking and fully meant the compliment, but it was too late and by the time he caught wind that you were actually flustered he felt his stomach flip. even he was shocked by his own words. he slipped. had he said too much? after a few seconds of silence that felt like minutes. the rain outside seemed to get louder. his eyes finally met yours and you looked away. you felt your heart pounding at the thought of you saying too much. both of you overthinking the situation and awkwardness that you both never have had before taking place. you and beomgyu have never had an awkward moment like this. normally you both laugh things off but this time felt different. "you trust me right?" his voice sounded sincere. this tone was rare for you to hear from him but you knew immediately he was being genuine with his question. "h- huh? yeah of course.. why?" you responded. "okay well.." you noticed beomgyu was now fiddling with his headphones, it seemed like he was turning all the gears in his head to get out what he wanted to say. "y/n.. theres a chance you may have not been telling the truth but if you were- look regardless if you meant it, i meant what i said." you could feel your stomach turning. he hardly flirted with you but when he did it always felt different from his usual teasing. you never said anything though, in fear of ruining your friendship. yet you always thought about what it would be like if he also returned the feelings you felt.
the room's atmosphere seemed to change. suddenly you were both hyper-aware of his neon led light being the only source of light aside from his computer. your playlist had stopped and the silence felt unbearable. in one swift move, he stood up, and turned off the led light on his wall.
the room was a lot darker now, his computer screen's light being the only way of telling you what he was going to do next. you watched as he plopped down next to you. he was so close that you could see the slight tinge of pink on his ears. your senses began to be filled with the light scent of his cologne. "i.. look- the only way i can say or do this is if the lights are off- im not trying to be weird its just you make me so nervous.. i cant look at you." he mumbled as he looked at your hands resting on your lap. it was so dark and both your hearts were racing. "gyu.. " was all you could muster with his hands now softly on yours.
"can i…" beomgyu began as he leaned in closer, only centimeters away from your face. his eyes staring intently into yours. he had this look of pure admiration, nervousness and love. it was all too surreal. realizing what he was asking, you silently nodded as you stared at his lips. he pressed his forehead on yours, the thick tension in the air causing your body to tingle in anticipation. as you felt his hair softly tickle your features from him leaning in, your lips connected. he kissed you oh so softly as he held your cheek gently. your hands, as if moving on their own, were softly placed on his arms. his lips softly moving along your own. he was patient. it felt as if he was waiting for you to respond, unsure if what he was doing was okay with you. you moved your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, causing him to sigh. it was all he needed to know you felt the same. his hands moved to your waist as you settled your fingers into his long hair. softly pushing him towards you to intensify the kiss. all that could be heard was the rain outside aside from the soft exchange of sighs and hands roaming. "ive liked you for so long.. you have no idea.." he began between kisses. it was all passionate, slow, and tender as if he was handling you like glass. his hands pulled your waist impossibly closer to his. he separated first, leaving you craving for more. "trust me, i liked you so much i was so scared you didnt feel the same way despite you teasing me the way you did." you chuckled as you pecked his cheek. "you drive me insane.." he softly spoke. "y/n, every time i tried to say something.. my brain just went to mush.. its so bad i swear. i could only be this confident with the lights off.." beomgyu laughed as his eyes began to trail your facial features. he was admiring every curve and feature, and at that point, both your faces were impossibly red. "gyu.. can you just.. kiss me again..?" your voice came out hardly a whisper. "i like you so much i feel like im going insane from the way you just confessed." he smiled fondly at your words and nodded, leaning in once again. as soon as your lips touched you could both practically feel the electricity pouring through your bodies. as if on cue, thunder struck the moment you connected again. your arms wrapped impossibly tight around him, slightly tugging and playing with his hair. his arms remained at your waist, slightly circling over the shirt you wore. you could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric.
his tongue slightly swiped along your lips for permission, and you parted your lips in response. having his tongue explore your mouth had your brain going numb. time felt like it had stopped, with just the rain as your only witness to the quiet whispers and confessions that only you two could hear. when you both finally were running out of breath, you separated with beomgyu looking into your eyes. you stared back, lips equally as glossy as his. "are you.. going back to your dorm yet?" thunder struck once again, as if responding to his question. you smiled. "its raining a little too hard dont you think?" beomgyu chuckled, realizing how silly his question was. "yeah. youre right, i think you should stay." you bit your lip as you pulled off each other, both of you immediately missing the warmth. beomgyu shook his head fixing his now fluffed hair thanks to you as he ran his fingers through. he then stood up to turn the led light he had turned off previously back on. "so.. how about we watch a movie?" he spoke as the light clicked. you could almost burst into laughter from the question given the events that just happened a minute prior. give it to choi beomgyu, your best friend, to turn a situation less awkward by simply being his charismatic self. the personality you fell for since day one of knowing him.
"sure gyu, but.." you trailed off, shy about what you were about to say next. honestly, could this get any more awkward? "yeah?" he turned to you and tilted his head in that attractive way he does. "leave the lights off." you looked at him with a shy smile. he flushed at your words. and for the last time again, lightning struck. "yeah.. lights off" he replied, led light clicking once again.
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bfbkg · 1 year
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CCU
calling/texting katsuki at night bc you thought you heard someone outside of your room (idk what the rooms are called at cruises) and youre scared so he comforts you and maybe comes over??
and ofc this boosts his ego bc you chose to contact the big strong hero instead of your friends LOL
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night calls (2.5k?)
bakugou x reader
part of my cruise universe but can be read as a stand alone!
when you call bakugou because you think someone’s at your door, the night ends better than expected.
cw: smut, mdni f. oral, face sitting, protected (a first for me lol) sex, f!reader, he’s all strong and manhandling in a sexy way lol
a/n: omg! first smut piece for the ccu! it’s taken so long! so this isn’t the first time they have sex but first time he gives her head. the timeline is all over the place so just believe the words lol i’m gonna try finish all the drabbles/fics and the ccu should be wrapped up :) (rough chronological order on the masterlist!) dunno the word count so i’ll guess
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bakugou frowned at his phone. he was getting ready for bed, mid pulling off his shirt when the vibration of his phone on his night stand caught his attention.
you were calling him. this was odd since usually you’d just text what was needed and there was never really any need to call since you’re on the same cruise ship. you can always just come meet him and he did see you a little over an hour ago.
so already, from just seeing your name on the screen when you should be asleep too, he is confused.
“hey babe, why’re you callin’?”
your voice is stuttered, he can feel the worry through the phone, “oh erm… sorry are you going to bed now?”
he laughs, stunted, “yeah, everyone on this boat is. what’s wrong? i can feel somethin’ is wrong.”
there’s a pause, longer than necessary before you say, “f/n is with shouto so it’s just me here and i think someone is outside my door.”
your voice has come to a whisper and he can imagine you crouched on the floor, phone to your ear with your hand over your mouth so whoever is on the otherside can’t hear.
bakugou instantly feels idiotic right after he feels a quick wash of pride. you’re calling him. not your friends, not the guards on the boat. him. fuck, he’s stupid.
so he taps into hero mode, opting for a tone as soft as possible because something about you worrying feels so out of character that it makes his heart ache.
“d’you want me to come over? i’ll check if anyone’s there, keep you safe?”
he hears a whimper over the phone, “please.”
“i’ll see you in three. or d’you want me to stay over the phone?” he’s pulling his hoodie back on, shoving on his crocs and grabbing his keycard.
“can you stay?”
bakugou feels like he might explode.
he does stay over the phone and you can hear his words getting breathy as he jogs the entire way to you. he keeps the conversation light, distracting and when you ask why he’s so good at this he says,
“been trained. part of the job keepin’ people calm under stress.”
“ah, so this didnt always come natural to you?”
he chuckles, “baby, you shoulda seen me when i was younger. i didn’t do emotional shit. would just grab people out of buildings and give them to people that knew how to do it.”
“what changed?” and youre quieter now, chewing on your bottom lip, eager to know more about the man.
“everythin’ means more when you connect with it. i respect and understand what i do more now than when i just dump people in the hospital. also hearin’ people’s stories distract me from whatever i’m doin’. sometimes it’s a lot.”
you don’t have a chance to reply because you can hear his voice on the other side of your door.
“can you open up, baby?”
you keep the phone to your face, mumbling an, “okay.” when you open the door, he’s the same at you, with a tilt of the corner of his lips in a smile as he looks you up and down.
“hey katsuki.”
“hey princess.”
then he hangs up, shoving his phone in his pocket and kicking the door shut behind him. you wrap your arms under his hoodie in a hug and he rests his chin on your head. your grip is tight and he doesn’t realise he’s swaying you back and forth comfortingly.
“you good? i didn’t see anyone out there.” he hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating.
“i’m fine now you’re here,” your voice is all muffled but he catches each word. he’s happy it’s dark because his ears are flushed.
“we can watch a movie if you want. have you fall asleep and i’ll head back.”
he’s already peering down at you when you snap your head up at his comment. then he sees the realisation in your eyes that you didn’t mean to be so quick. he doesn’t know why you’re nervous? was it because of the noises you heard earlier? you’re beautiful when you bite down on your bottom lip, loosening your hold on his waist.
“f/n is staying over at shouto’s tonight,”
he eyes your friends neatly made bed and then yours, sheets half open and crumpled. he badly wants to make a joke that you only called him over because you missed him, not because you actually heard voices at the door. it’s definitely what you’d do to him if it was vice versa. but he can tell this isn’t what you do. you don’t ask men to stay over, you rarely even ask men for help. he’s happy you chose him.
so he settles for a small comment because he can’t help himself, “if you want me to stay just ask, princess.” he nudges his nose with yours and there’s glee when you roll his eyes at him.
“i’ll ask when i think you deserve the offer,” you say, pulling away from him and settling back in your bed. his eyes follow your movements, your legs in your pyjama shorts, the fluffy socks on your feet. you shuffle and tap the space beside you. “c’mon.”
he’s a puppy the way he trails after you, all tiredness from before, gone.
he pulls you into his arms as soon as his head his the pillow and he chuckles, “i swear i’m not tryin’ to be a dickhead but this double bed is practically a single for me.”
you lift up to look at him. it’s true, his foot and arm are both hanging out, he’s more than half on your side of the bed and he does look oddly giant in your space.
you giggle, hand on your mouth before settling back into him. there’s a spark in his groin when you kiss his jaw. “we get it, you have a queen sized bed in your all inclusive room and you work out every single day.”
your voice is breathy, intimate and bakugou doesn’t know how to stop his dick from getting hard. he came over because you were scared but now you’re dragging your lips down his throat and brushing your tongue against his veins.
“you’re sayin’ that like you don’t benefit from it too,” and he mentally slaps himself on the back when it all comes out coherent and not like he’s on the edge of rubbing his cock.
you laugh, a hand sneaking under his hoodie and on the flat of his chest. fuck.
“i did appreciate the spa day we had… and the extra dessert,” you’re still making your way on his throat when you gasp, “oh and the sauna. loved the sauna. how do i benefit from you working out?”
your shiny eyes look up at him and he gives you the crown of being the master of seduction. he swears he’s about to whimper, sliding his hand down your spine to rest on your ass.
“d’you wanna fuck my face?”
his mind is on one track. out of witty comments and getting down to the truth of it. the vulgarity makes your palms sweat and he hasn’t done that to you yet. your lower half tingles at the thought.
you know he can, but you still want to bother him, “you sure you can hold me?”
he grunts, deadpan, “babe.”
he doesn’t even need to look at his own body because you’re doing it anyway. pulling at his hoodie for him to pull it off. he obeys, nothing under it but his smooth bare chest. he’s too pretty, too perfect, including the dust of scars and freckles over him.
you don’t stop the whimper and he slaps your ass. “take off your shorts, get on my face.”
once the fabric is off, he practically manhandles you. picking you up to rest your slit over his face. you’re already inhaling sharply when you feel his lips brush yours and you place your hands on his chest for stability.
“fuck.”
“i haven’t done anything yet babe,” he chuckles and you’re already more turned on than you have been with anyone else at only the beginning. he’s lifting you, using his thumbs to spread you apart and then squeezing at your ass.
“you smell so fuckin’ good. been thinkin’ about you like this for the longest,” he mumbles and you push to lower yourself on his face but he holds you up. so close but not enough.
“perv.”
“you’re fuckin’ talkin’ when you want this from me? you’re about to start drippin’.”
you don’t have it in you to reply, too aware of the mumbling nonsense that could arise. you’re lost in your own moans and the sensation of his tongue swiping through your legs.
“‘suki that’s so…,”
“you taste as good as i thought.”
then he practically dumps you on his face and goes at it. there will be hand prints from how hard you’re pressing into his chest. he’s loud and messy when he slurps, sucks and licks every part of you. he plunges his tongue in and out your hole and you’re practically grinding on his face so rabidly that if your head was working properly you’d be worried about whether he could breathe.
his lips clasp onto your clit, kitten licking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
“fuuuck, oh my… katsuki,” you wobble and he knows you’re about to come with how your thighs clench.
you don’t even warn him. he keeps sucking and your body tenses and shakes. a warble of moans flow from your lips until you try to push yourself out of his hold but he keeps you.
“‘m too sensitive, too much,” you drawl but bakugou shakes his head.
“nah, i can get another one out of you. d’you want another?”
you’re not even finished your nod when you find he’s flipped you on your back effortlessly, dragging you by your thighs to position your head comfortably on the pillows and for him to fit between your legs.
“y’gonna let me make you come again, baby? i’ll have you comin’ on my cock,” you’re so gorgeous staring up at him, half lidded eyes from your orgasm a second ago, still in your pyjama top but it’s all ridden up to show the fat of your hips and your pretty pussy all wet for him.
“‘want you.”
that’s all bakugou needs to get naked, yanking off his shorts and opening your bedside table to find a condom. you’re staring at every muscle that bends and moves, his big hands with the tiny packet, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him to you and off guard, he jolts forward and his bare dick brushes your centre.
he groans like an animal, thrusting the base of his dick against your clit and you hug him tightly to you like you can’t get enough.
“fuck, one day we’re gonna fuck without this. have you wrapped around me tight, won’t ever leave,” he presses his lips to yours, tongues tangling together while he rolls on the condom. you’re so into the kiss, rolling your body up for some fiction, you gasp in his mouth when he finally slides in.
“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful. known you for t-two fuckin’ weeks and i’m a changed man,” he rocks into you, thumb at your clit and watching your eyes flutter shut.
he taps your cheek, “open your eyes.”
with a single hand he lifts your lower body up off the mattress to thrust into you at an easier position. usually you’d need pillows under you for the elevation but no, he’s proving how his body benefits you by doing it all on his own. he moves you on his own, thrusting your body onto his cock as beads of sweat lines his forehead. from this angle you can perfectly see him going straight into you, again and again.
you’re both close. you’re getting impatient for your second orgasm of the night and bakugou is biting down on his lip to stop himself before he releases early. he needs you to say it first.
“i needa come ‘suki. i’m about to—,”
and when you do, he does too. he comes inside you in the condom, his body jolting uncontrollably in four spurts. “fuck. motherfucker.”
when your orgasm has finally finished crashing through you, even in his own haze, bakugou is careful to set you down lightly. he quickly disposes of the condom and lays back beside you.
you’re both panting up to the ceiling when he grabs your hand to hold in the centre of his chest.
“good enough for you, princess?” he grunts, resting an arm behind his head as he looks at you.
there’s a deep pitiful feeling in his stomach, so aware that this is all temporary. he wants you, for real, and who knows what will happen after the trip. he’s only got a week and a half left with you.
“i dunno how you always manage to top the last. you’ve got high records to beat for next time.”
he chuckles, “as long as it’s just me on the leaderboard i’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
you hope that’s true too.
when you wake up the next day, naked in a naked bakugou’s arms, before a good mornings even been uttered, his sleepy morning voice mumbles, “was there actually someone outside last night or did you just wanna fuck?”
you rub your eyes, “what?”
“last night. did you just want me to come over? ‘cause you can just ask babe.”
your body heats with embarrassment, maybe you did hear a noise, maybe you didn’t. you already know he’s smiling all cocky, “shut up bakugou. go to sleep.”
“bakugou? i think you lied.”
“i don’t think i did.”
“you were horny and called me round. no shame in it baby.”
you push at his chest, rolling over, “i’m never sleeping with you again. i did hear someone.”
he’s quick to snuggle behind you, arms around your waist and head in your neck, “okay then. next time you hear a sound let me know and i’ll come save you.”
“thank you.”
“save you with orgasms.”
“fuck off.”
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xxblairexxss · 8 months
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Jealousy (part 4)
Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader
Theme : Angst / fluff
The end! Thank you for loving the short series. I think this might be my best one yet because I didn’t limit myself to include everything but it was longer than my usual ones. Apologies it long fics are not your thing!
Your week went by with no more phone calls. Charles didn’t ask for another chance to speak to you and you were so glad he didn’t because you weren’t sure if you were gonna find it appealing or irritating. Deep down, you knew there was still an enraged flame in your heart that you couldn’t ignore regardless of your feelings for him.
You stopped replying to his texts too but you still read it from the notifications bar. He would tell you about what he did on the day, would ask you if you had eaten, how was your day but none of his questions were answered. He went to Maranello right away and stayed there until the next race so you were glad you didn’t have to meet him.
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Charles was demented with worry. He knew he was hoping too much when you unblocked his number but he never thought you would stop replying to his texts. He didn’t know what you were up to and that made him agitated.
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You hadn’t unblock him on his Instagram but he would still be able to see your friend’s. He saw pictures of you on your friend’s Instagram story, all smiles and grinning ear to ear. He missed you a lot. He would stare at his phone every night before he went to sleep, anticipating your name popping up in his notification or phone call but none of it actually came. He was disappointed, of course, but he knew he deserved this.
But he still hadn’t lose you, had he?
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You had declined Charles’s offer to join him on his private flight to Mexico because you still had things to do at work on Friday so you had to miss practice rounds. You even forced Y/F/N to come with you so you wouldn’t be left alone with Charles because you didn’t know how to act and what to say around him. As if he wasn’t your boyfriend for 2 years.
“Please come with me! Please please please!”
Y/F/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, turning her back on you to which earned her a pillow threw at her head. “No, thank you. Hey!” She then sat up and threw it back at you and chortled at the face you made.
“I need you there! I can’t be with him alone!”
“He was your boyfriend for 2 years. Why are you acting as if you haven’t done anything nasty with him.” You stopped peeking inside your closet and glared at her.
“That was so unrelated.”
“You get what I mean! If you don’t want to be left alone then just ignore him! Plus, he’s gonna be so busy he won’t have time to chase after you.” Y/F/N shook her head at the navy top you showed her and you placed it back into the rows of clothes.
“I know but he even asked me to go to the after party. You know what happened the last time I went to a social event.” You picked another top and earned a yes from Y/F/N so you folded it into your small luggage.
“There’s a party?” You heard her sounded intrigued. You should have known this better. She would never say no to parties. The conversations could have been a plain sailing one if only you mentioned this topic first.
“Yeah. There’ll be hot guys everywhere. It’s a shame you couldn’t come.” You packed another pair of pants and saw in the corner of your eyes Y/F/N scrammed away, leaving the room.
“Wait for me!”
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You arrived at the hotel early in the morning and Charles had arranged everything. Y/F/N was passed out as soon as you guys checked in while you immediately gotten ready to go to the paddock before the qualifying round started.
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Once you arrived, there were still a lot of people waiting at the entrance meanwhile the paddock was already packed with a few interviews being done at every spots. You only took a few steps when you heard your phone rang.
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“Hi.”
You looked up from your phone and saw your boyfriend, or ex boyfriend, whichever you preferred walking towards you and you hated yourself for feeling this way. You felt like a kid who bumped into their crush at a school hallway. That silly, giddy with excitement as if it was your first time meeting him. Your heart was throbbing so loud that if he told you he could hear your heartbeat, you would have believed him right away. The butterflies in your stomach went wild and it made your knees weak. You smiled back at him and he took your hand in his, clasping it as he turned and walked back to the entrance. The sound of the fans around the paddock area screaming his name turned into a mumble as you kept your eyes on his back.
You were so glad you didn’t get to see and talk to him that much throughout the rest of the qualifying round. You didn’t even stay until the end though he offered you a ride back to the hotel.
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“How was it?”
“It was okay?”
Y/F/N mocked your face and you squinted your eyes at her. “What?”
“Tell me more! Did he say anything? Did he hug you? Tried to kiss you maybe?”
“No! He just held my hand. It’s not like he had any free time to even talk about us.” You took off your earrings and tied your hair in a bun.
“Such an asshole, isn’t he? When is he gonna apologise? Is he even gonna say sorry? Does he know how to say sorry?” You heard her blabbered with a mouth full of chips.
“We are not talking about this anymore. I’m gonna take a bath.”
As you started shampooing your roots, you heard the doorbell ring and thought it was just another room service that your best friend might had ordered.
“Hi, can I talk to Y/N?”
“She’s busy. We’re busy.” Y/F/N looked at the guy up and down and was going to close the door on him when he propelled it back.
“Wait! Please, I just want to give her something.”
Y/F/N stretched her arm forward and Charles blinked in confusion. “Give it to me. I’ll pass it to her.”
“Can I see her instead?”
“No. Either you pass it to me to you can go back to your room.” She replied sternly to which made him obediently handed the paper bags to her and walked away.
“Look,” Charles stopped in his trail when he heard her broke the silence.
“I’m not mad at you. Wait, I am mad at you. I’m pissed off, actually. But as much as I want her to leave your ass, she still loves you and I think that’s more than enough confirmation you need. I’ll give you a space to talk to her tomorrow so do whatever you need to do.” Charles was going to say something but the door slammed on his face faster than he could even blink.
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“Who was that? Did you order room service?” You walked out the bathroom in robes with wet hair, gasping when you saw boxes of pizza and doughnuts on the coffee table. “This is a lot! When did you buy them? Oh, this is my favourite!”
“I didn’t. The delivery guy came all the way to our room to deliver these.” You saw the displeased face on her and frowned in confusion.
“He also left you that. I don’t know what you told him but you could open a Dior pop-up shop with those stuffs.”
You looked to the side and saw a Dior paper bag full of different shades of the new lip gloss. It was the one you briefly mentioned in your last phone call with him. There was also a small note written on it. “I might forgot or had missed you said your favourite shade during our last call so I got them all. And I don’t think you have eaten anything after the qualifying round today so enjoy the food.”
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The race ended with Charles getting P3, letting him to get the podium spot again after missing it a few races. Y/F/N has asked you to head back early because she needed hours to make sure she looked hot to flirt all the guys at the afterparty. It always made you wonder how both of you ended up being best friends even with all those contrasts in your personalities.
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You arrived with Y/F/N a few minutes late so it was already crowded with people. As much as it made you feel nervous, Y/F/N was thrilled.
“You look beautiful, angel.”
“Oh?” You turned around and was greeted with Charles, hands in his pocket, a few steps away from you. You opened your mouth to reply to the compliment, but Y/F/N cut you off.
“Right? Too beautiful to be treated like a shit.”
You nudged her on her waist and glowered. “Okay, this is not the time!”
“I’m off! Charles, she’s yours.” Y/F/N fixed your hair before leaving both of you, too fast that you couldn’t even catch her arm to force her to stay with you.
“Thank you..” You awkwardly smiled, your hands were clasp together, trying not to look at his green eyes that much.
“Thank you?”
“For yesterday. You really didn’t have to, but , thank you.”
“Oh, it’s nothing compared to what you actually deserved. Anyway, do you want to—“ Charles turned around and saw one of his friends calling out to him. You looked at the source of the voice and saw his group of friends standing at the end of the room.
“You should go with them.”
“No, come with me.” He was going to seize your hand when you stepped back in defence.
“It’s fine, I’ll be somewhere else.”
“Y/F/N will kill me if she finds you alone. I know you hate me and you don’t want to be left alone with me but stay with me this time. Please?”
You felt his hand gently taking yours in his as he looked into your eyes, as if he was asking for consent and you gave in. Sure, you despised him a lot but the moment he held your hand, feeling his thumb stroking your knuckles, it reminded you that he had always been your solace in life. It took everything in you to not embrace him right there and then.
He introduced you to the rest of the groups and immediately engaged in a full conversations. His hand never left yours. You were just standing by his side, playing around with your heels when you were greeted with Y/F/N and a few people with her. She would always brought her group of friends with you at any party just to introduce you, her best friends with her new friends. Charles turned around when he felt you accidentally tugged on his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You were so glad for Y/F/N and was simply amazed with her social skills. Though you had a hard time engaging in a conversation and preferred to just listened, she kept on pulling you into the conversation by constantly asking you series of questions.
“That’s the worse. Right, Y/N?”
“Isn’t Y/N so pretty? I did her hair.”
“Y/N is very good at mix and match her clothes. Right, Y/N? But she still needed my help.”
Throughout the conversations, Charles still kept your hand in his but then it got uncomfortable when your hand started sweating so you ended up holding his pinky finger, occasionally fiddled with his fingers since you didn’t have your ring on. You thought he would pull away but he didn’t. He didn’t even budge.
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“Do you wanna go back to the hotel?”
“Can we?”
“Of course, angel. Let’s go.”
Charles had took you back to the hotel but it was only when you had arrived in front of your room when you realised you didn’t have your access card with you. He had asked you to stay in his room first until Y/F/N called.
It had been a while since the last time you were with him in a small space. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted with his smell, the mixture of scent between the different collection of his perfumes, the smell of his shower gels it was all too overwhelming it made your eyes teared up instantly.
“Sit down, silly. Why are you standing?”
You let out a sob, looking down and he stoop down to look at your face, sounding all worried and anxious. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Y/N?”
You continued to sob uncontrollably and he enfolded you in his arms, one hand around the back of your head and another one wrapped on your waist. “It’s okay, angel. I got you.”
“I hate you.”
His arms around your figure tighten when your body shook and he planted a kiss on the side of your head. “It’s okay, I hate myself too.”
“But I miss you so much, I miss your touch, your kiss, your voice, everything about you. I tried so hard to ignore you because maybe it would be easier for me to end everything, to end us but it was so hard.” The silent tears kept on running down your cheeks that you were so sure his shirt was already soaked.
Charles’s blood ran cold when you mentioned about ending things. Both of you had always been so optimistic with the relationship. You would always talked about how you would grow old together and he would have to assure you that he would always find you beautiful or you would have sulk.
He pulled away and crouched down to hold your cheeks in his hands and level his eyes with yours. “No, please, no. Please don’t leave me. Please, angel. I know I fucked up but give me another chance to be better. To fix this. I know it makes me selfish but I can’t see you with anyone else. Please.”
You didn’t reply but kept on wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, harshly, because of how frustrating everything was.
“I’ll kneel down if you want. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I can’t lose you. I really, really can’t.” His eyes were red from holding his tears and it smashed your heart. He looked so broken with compunction it made you cry even more.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I should have listened to you. I just got so mad when I saw you with other guys when I should have known better. I was too blinded with jealousy.” He took a shaky breath and wrapped you back in his arms so you wouldn’t see him cry.
“And when I saw what happened to you that night, I was just so furious at myself for being so stupid and allowing that to happen to you so I just blew up at you when all you needed was just my commiseration and assurance.” He left a few lingering kisses to the crown of your head and mumbled against your hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, angel.”
“Do you miss me?”
You felt his chest quivered as he tittered to your silly question. Had you got a glimpse of his life during the absence of you, you would have seen how miserable he actually was. “I don’t think the words I miss you is enough to express how much I long for you.”
You were no longer hugging his middle but your body was flushed against him as you stroke his cheek, feeling it damp from the tears that he tried to hide from you.
His arms left your waist briefly as he unhooked the necklace around his neck, pulling the end of it so the ring would slip out into his palm. “Do you… accept my apology?”
“I’ll think about it.” You giggled when he looked taken aback. “You are forgiven, Charles.”
“Can I put this back on you?” He looked nervous, as if he was going through every words he was about to say, too scared if you would slip off his fingers again.
“Are you proposing to me?”
“Not yet but I will. Mark my words.” He slid the ring back into your ring finger and lifted your hand to peck on it. Your arms circled around his neck as he locked you in his embrace. Your face was just an inch away from him that your nose would collide into his every time you moved your head a little. “I love you, Y/N.”
“And I love you more, Charles.” He dipped his head down and pressed his lips to yours, his arms cinching you to him as you kissed him back, your hands feeling the silken strands of his hair against your fingers.
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“Hello?” Charles squinted his eyes and put the phone to his ear, slightly whispering to not wake up the sleeping beauty in his arms.
“Charles? Do you happened to know where Y/N is? I just realised she’s not in the room.”
He laid his head back on the pillow and yawned. “Go to sleep, Y/F/N.”
“Where’s Y/N, you dick!”
“My girlfriend’s here with me. All safe and sound. You don’t have to worry.” His hand ran up and down against your back,when he felt you stirred on his chest.
“Oh, okay. I thought she was kidnapped or something. Break her heart again and I’ll make sure you won’t get any podium in your entire career. I mean it.”
You tilted your head a little to look at him, your eyes barely open. “Who was it?”
“It was just your guardian angel making sure I don’t fuck things up again. Let’s go back to sleep, baby.”
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Spicy Brownies
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High Bucky x reader 
Remember Spicy Plants ? Here’s spicy brownies. Welcome to another crack fic. 
Imagine the first time Bucky tries edibles. He knew they would hit differently than smoking but he didn’t think much would happen so he had another. Then another. He was a super solider so he’d be fine. So he had one more. 
He was fine.
He was totally and completely fine. 
“Y/N!”
“Y/N Y/N Y/N!!”
“Oh my GOD!”
You and Steve sat in the living room, giving each other panicked looks hearing Bucky yelling from your shared bedroom. You both sprinted to the elevator and ran down the hall, bursting through the door, unsure of what was going on. 
“What is it Buck- oh my god” 
“What the hell...” Steve blinked, slowly backing away while you cocked your head to the side, observing a very naked Bucky looking at the mirror. 
“He nakeyyyy” Bucky whispered, staring at himself in the mirror wide eyed, cupping his own cheeks in utter shock. “Y/n, there's a naked man in our room” 
“uh huh” You snorted, carefully walking over to him while he looked back at the mirror again, nearly yelping. 
“HE NAKEY” This time he grabbed your face instead, staring into your soul, hoping you understood the utter severity of the situation. 
“Yes bub, it would appear so” You tried to bite back a laugh while he looked around the room, dragging you towards the door. 
“Hide” He tugged your wrist, ready to run out of the room. 
“Jesus Buck” Steve ran a hand over his face, before grabbing him so he wouldn’t end up sauntering around the living room in his birthday suit. “Oh fuck” Steve shoved Bucky back into the room when he heard the elevator ding, but it had already opened before he could wrestle his friend back into some shorts. 
“What’s going on” Tony came through the elevator doors with Sam and Peter in tow, worried about the commotion they’d heard from down in the lab. “We heard screaming-OH” The three of them paused, seeing Bucky staring back at them with a dazed look on his face. 
“Good God” Steve managed to drag Bucky inside while he shrieked.
“HE’S GONNA EAT ME” Bucky clung onto the edge of the doorway, while you were in tears in the corridor, absolutely no help at all while Steve managed to stick Bucky back into his briefs. 
“Can one of you explain why terminator has his gun and bullets out?” Tony had an amused look on his face while you wheezed, hearing further commotion from inside your room. 
“Bucky put down the soap”
“STEVE THERE’S RAINBOWS IN THE BUBBLES LOOK”
“Bucky put down y/n’s blanket”
“But it smells soooo gooooood”
“Bucky, put down y/n’s bag”
“OH MORE SPICY BROWNIES!”
“BUCKY NO”
“BUCKY YES”
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES”
“I think he had the brownies I got from the market. One of those brownies. Looks like he had more than one” 
Bucky wasn’t willing to wear anything else other than his briefs, his body running warmer than usual and the effects of his spicy snack lasting longer than anticipated. You sat with him in the living room, unable to take your eyes off your adorable goofball of a boyfriend. 
Bucky narrowed his eyes at the large golden lab Nat had been babysitting, the large dog brushing by his leg as he happily went around for pets. 
“Peter” Bucky grabbed Peter’s face, the hairs on his neck standing up when he felt a paw pat him. “The horse is here” 
Peter nearly choked on his water, watching Bucky pet the pup’s head, not making eye contact with him, while still looking off into the distance. 
“Mr. Barnes, you watch family guy?” 
Buck had already moved on, getting up and making his way over to the kitchen, ripping open a box of pop tarts, stuffing one in his mouth. 
“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts” Bucky hummed to himself, swinging his hips side to side, snickering as he felt his coconuts sway side to side with him. 
“Is he...is he talking about his...” 
“For the love of God, don’t ask” 
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mvybanks · 1 year
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the one with the crying baby - w/ jj (18+)
a/n: since i realized i can’t finish the long fic i’m writing and post it tonight, i decided to finish this blurb and finally inaugurate my dad!jj masterlist! i hope you guys like this, lots of other things are coming👀 (this was a bit rushed so idk if i like it)
warnings: NSFW 18+ !!! they don’t actually do the dirty but it’s everything that leads to it! dirty talk, lots of touching, oral (if you squint), just jj and reader being needy
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“woah! someone’s eager,” jj says after you roughly pushed him on the bed.
you straddle his lap, placing your hands on his covered chest while his are already on your behind, grabbing it.
it’s been weeks since the last time you had some time alone and you both can’t take it anymore. no one has accepted to babysit since the last time, with everyone being too busy with work and their own lives, but that also means you and your husband haven’t been able to touch each other, and it shows.
you’ve been needy all week, and he knows; by the way your greeting kisses lasted longer than usual and your hands lingered on his body for too long after a hug. he can’t say you’re the only one feeling like this. his eyes seem to barely give you attention when you talk, focusing on the way your lips move, on the movement of your chest when it heaves up and down with each breath. he’s dying to touch you.
after you had put your sweet angel to sleep in the nursery, you both knew it was impossible to run away from the things you’re craving. you’re currently grinding down on jj’s hard-on, covered by his jeans, as your lips roughly kiss his, claiming each other’s mouth with need.
“i need you, j. please,” you whine when your lips start to travel down his jaw, emitting a low groan from him.
“shit, baby,” he breathes out before flipping the two of you over, hovering above you between your legs, “we have to be fast…and quiet,” he smirks, “can you do that for me?”
“just fuck me, please,” your hips try to find his, just to get that little bit of friction you have been dreaming about.
“fuck - if you’re gonna ask me like that…” he trails off. his hands fly to your jeans, unbuttoning them, while yours go for his belt, taking it off in a swift motion and then throwing it carelessly on the ground.
your motions are quick as you try to get your clothes off as soon as you can. he manages to get all your clothes off, except your underwear, when his lips start kissing down your stomach, his hands kneading your breasts as soft moans escape from your lips.
he’s about to take your underwear off, when the sound of crying coming from the baby monitor stops your movements. jj groans against your skin, frustration clear in his actions.
“i love her, i swear, but i think she can sense these things. or maybe she hates us; that’s a theory, y’know.”
you chuckle at his words and then push his head away from your stomach, “go check on her. i’ll wait for you here,” you say as you place your weight on your elbows, smirking up at him.
he’s quick to adjust his pants and fly out of the bed, almost falling in the process.
he comes back shortly after and closes the door behind him. his eyes rake up and down your naked body, except for the small piece of cloth that’s still covering your most sensitive parts, and he licks his lips at the sight.
“pants off, maybank,” you order and he doesn’t make you say it twice.
“yes, ma’am!”
his hands don’t waste another seconds, reaching for your soft skin and grabbing your thighs, “i don’t think we have time for foreplay, j. just take your boxers off.”
“i need to taste you, baby,” he whines before almost ripping your panties off.
his tongue licks a long stripe along your wet folds, and you have to cover your mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure you were about to let out. he moans against you before taking his underwear off and climbing up your body.
“taste so sweet, like always. missed this,” he says before taking your nipple in his mouth.
his cock nudges against your entrance - and your baby’s crying stops you again. you throw your head back and jj hides his in your neck, “this is what we get for trying to have sex with a baby in the house,” your words make him laugh against your skin.
“i’ll go again, don’t worry,” he kisses your lips and then your forehead before putting his clothes on.
after waiting ten minutes, you decide to wear something too, as you realize that you won’t get what you wanted tonight. when jj comes back, your baby girl is in his arms, still crying. he only peeks his head inside the bedroom, “you dressed?”
you look down at the clothes on your body and cock an eyebrow at him, as if he can’t see what you’re wearing, “yeah?”
he walks inside the bedroom and sits next to you, shushing the baby for her sobs start to get louder.
“ssh, it’s okay. you want mommy to hold you, honey? mh?” he rocks the little girl but nothing seems to calm her down.
you take her from his arms and hug her to your chest, “hi, my little angel,” you whisper, “i’m here. i’m right here.”
at the sound of her mother’s voice, the baby’s crying slows down and she finally relaxes against you. when she goes back to sleep, you and jj lie down on the mattress, the little girl resting safely between her parents. you bend down to kiss her head, and when you look up at your husband, you smile sweetly at him.
“i feel so bad. we should’ve waited for someone to babysit her.”
jj tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “hey, stop. we’re humans, baby. and we didn’t do anything bad, okay?” he wraps an arm around your waist, hugging you and the baby at the same time, “i swear i’m going to make john b babysit her tomorrow and we’ll have some time for ourselves. if he says no, i’ll just pull the big guns.”
you chuckle, “which are…?”
“i’ll tell sarah he hates her cooking. he’ll shit himself, believe me.”
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mshroom1e · 1 year
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Hi! Could i request Ortho finding out that Idia's online friend and eventually crush is the reader? And eventually he tries to matchmake them?
Hello!! Sorry for disappearing for a whole 2 weeks 💀 I've been busy with life and I ended up writing this fic way longer than I ppanned to. I hope you don't mind! Also, I got really stuck on some parts and wasn't sure which direction to go with the story. Apologies if it feels a little rushed.
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Pr0ject Cupid | Idia x GN! Reader
type: fanfic
Summary: A pair of painfilly awkward people get set up by a member of the said pair's little brother.
5.8k words
tags: silly fluff, mutual crushing
Warning(s): very mild swearing
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no way u acc saw me
bruh i couldve seen you with my eyes closed
you dumbass u just contradicted yourself
no shit
im gonna shave your eyebrows
...
Idia stifled a laugh and couldn't hide the cheesy grin that grew on his face as his eyes read over the pixelated letters on his monitor. About 3 weeks ago, he met you on a random server, and you instantly clicked. He wasn't one to form bonds with people so quickly, whether it was online or in person, but with you, how could he resist?
You got along like Q and W on a keyboard, plus you always reciprocated his nerdy comments and never got the wrong idea about any of his intentions. The only problem was, however, that you had no idea who each other were irl.
So, one day, Idia got curious about who you really were. He ended up searching for you on Magicam using the username he knew you by. There wasn't really much he was expecting as people usually used different names for their social media compared to the more nerdy online stuff.
Idia nearly fell out of his chair when a search result popped up, and a profile with quite a few posts showed up. It was you. There was no way it wasn't you.
His heart began beating faster than usual just at reading your captions, posts of your random thoughts, and the pictures you posted. You were definitely cute, maybe the prettiest person Idia had ever seen. Even though your facial features were pixelated, you somehow managed to make them look soft and warm, like an angelic version of yourself. There were also many pictures of foods you made in the Ramshackle Dorm, selfies with your friends, and a few pictures with Grim.
Okay, now Idia was panicking. He'd never felt the way he felt right now, but from the way his heart was running a marathon and he could feel warmth slowly creeping up his face, there was only one explanation. The description matched how the characters in dating sims would feel, and this was bad. He couldn't have a cru- no no no, a c-word. No way! He didn't even want to think of the word because it would only solidify his predicament in his head.
From his panic, his finger slipped and accidentally liked one of your posts. Idia's eyes widened as he saw the damage he'd already done as his brain went into full panick mode. There was no way to undo it, even if he un-liked the post. The notification must've already gotten to your phone and you would've noticed most likely and you'd block him, think he was a stalker and never speak to him again then he'd be become even more emo and-
He changed from his usual question mark posture in his chair to sitting in a fetal position in the corner of his room, hoping for the atoms in his body to slowly merge into the wall.
His phone in his pocket vibrated, and when Idia pulled out the device to see what the notification was, his heart nearly collapsed on itself. A flinch of his arm caused his phone to be launched across his room, and for some reason, he jumped to catch it, landing on a large, disorganised pile of manga with a loud crash. He hastily unlocked his phone to see what the alert was.
'Your EP has been restored!'
Damn.
There was a smooth sliding of the door to Idia's dorm room. Ortho stood? floated? levitated? at the entrance with a confused, yet worried expression in the visible part of his face.
"Idia? I heard a loud crash, and I was worried you got injured," Ortho floated closer to his brother.
"I'm f-fine!" Idia yelped.
'Hair tinted pink, increasing heart rate, flushed cheeks,'
Ortho's eyes drifted over to Idia's several monitors until he focused on a certain one.
"Yuu's Magicam profile?"
The little robot pieced two and two together before he said, "Oh, you like [Name], don't you?"
-
This was a really, really, really bad idea...
Idia's internal panick only escalated as he was dragged walking through campus with Ortho. Leaving his dorm room usually resulted in a one-sided fight for his life as every dialogue scene he had with another person besides his brother was set to hard mode by default.
Speaking with you in person was the best way to get to know each other better, Ortho would say. The problem was, Idia knew that you didn't know who he was, so it would probably be strange to suddenly have him speaking to you.
He was lost in his panicky thoughts when he felt someone bump into him, and he felt his body tipping back. (So unique and never seen before, I know.)
A hand quickly grabbed his wrist, hoisting him back upright. Ortho sent you a beaming smile with his eyes before quickly disappearing and leaving you alone with his brother, leaving the beanstalk to fend for himself.
Idia's heart nearly flipped in his stomach as he met your eyes. You let go of his wrist when he regained his balance, he almost fell over again.
"Careful," you smiled.
In his eyes, you looked like a panel from a manhwa where the love interest was introduced with flowers, sparkles, and glitter radiating around them.
"S-sorry," He managed to spit out, somehow sounding cohesive.
"It's okay, I just hope you didn't get hurt, I tend to grab onto stuff a little too tightly," you said with a sheepish chuckle.
Your laugh. Idia's ears felt blessed with such a delicate angelic sound. Like bells chiming in his ears, more harmonic than the songs from his favourite idol group's no.1 album. His heart was sent into overdrive, and he couldn't take it anymore and decided on the most rational option in his currently mushy brain.
To run.
So he ran.
You watched his retreating form with a fond look before you turned to face Ortho, who hid in a nearby bush and sent him a thumbs up.
This was progress, at least.
- A few days ago -
You had a crush on Idia. A huge one at that. There was no debate. You didn't even bother denying it.
You knew he rarely left his dorm room, so you barely saw him during the day. Seeing a flash of flamey blue hair dart around a corner just before you could fully get a look at the twitter logo-coloured candle always managed to make your heart squeeze and an undefeatable grin etch itself on your face.
Of course, a few days into talking to your new online friend, you already knew of his true identity but chose not to inform him of the fact. From what you'd seen on campus, he was the type of person to prefer engaging with others through the comfort of a screen rather than conversing face to face. And honestly, you couldn't blame him at all. It must've felt so stifling to always be conscious of the way you carried yourself, while choosing words carefully to not offend the person in front of you or make them think badly of you while simultaneously looking like a sane, functioning person.
So, you talked to him like an online friend would. After a few days of getting to know each other through public servers and direct messaging, you soon shared your interests and found common ground in a few of them. For example, you both were addicted to gacha games with diabolocal pity systems. He also started to open up to you, though you thought it was a little fast, but people tend to share a lot when speaking to someone through pixels on a screen as they felt more at home. He talked about his struggles when interacting with people and his constant anxiety about how people perceived him.
Being someone of minimal social intelligence, the most you could do was offer some general words of comfort about how everyone was different in their own way and some people are just more advantaged in certain aspects of life, social interaction being one of them.
As your feelings grew, you couldn't help but feel like your relationship was a little one-sided. You knew who exactly you were talking to, but as far as Idia knew, he was talking to and building a relationship with a person who could've been miles and miles away and he also barely knew who [Name] was.
Man, this really sucked.
- Yesterday -
Ortho was smart. It was only obvious since his mechanical brain had the efficency of a computer with infinite RAM. He knew his brother had met a new friend online, which explained his less gloomy aura and his anxious glances at his phone whenever they were in his room together.
It didn't take long for Ortho to learn that the person Idia was talking to also attended the same school. In his mind, he viewed finding out things about you as a way to further protect his older brother from harm.
Fast forward to later that day, Ortho cornered found you in the courtyard after you'd lost a bet with Grim and had to buy him a drink from a nearby vending machine.
He called out to you enthusiastically as he practically teleported to you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Long story short, Ortho figured out how you felt about Idia, and he was over the moon. His brother finally had someone who he could happily spend time with, and he couldn't be happier for him. He knew Idia better than anyone, and it was certain that getting close to Idia in face-to-face terms would take a lot for him to get used to and he decided it would be best to slowly ease your way into making conversations with him without being forceful or overwhelming him.
Thus began your joint conspiracy to rizz up get to know Idia better.
- Present -
It took about a day for you to come to the conclusion that you'd most likely never see Idia during school hours whether he was on campus or not. Your schedules were so unmatched that it was ridiculous. When you had a lesson in the alchemy labs, he'd be in a P.E lesson and when you were in the history of magic, he'd be in some classroom that might as well be at the other side of Sage's Island.
Luckily for you, Ortho informed you about Idia's current whereabouts. He was in the Board Game Club's classroom, probably playing- you guessed it- board games. It felt like some sort of secret stealth mission, plotting where to catch Idia with Ortho so sneakily. You just hoped that this silly plot would work.
Now that you were in front of the clubroom's door, you had no idea what to do. Your brain already left your body shortly after your heart that was beating a mile a minute and had long since jumped out of your chest to who knows where. You'd worked so hard to get to this point (not really) and now that you were here, what were you going to do?
Showing up at his clubroom unannounced totally sounded like stalker behaviour from some poorly written fanfic, and you definitely were not about that life. What if you just entered casually? Did you have a friend in the board game club? Probably not since you didn't even know the names of the people in your homeroom class, save for Adeuce and Grim.
Deciding to swallow your nerves and whatever other anxiety that was clogging your airways, you calmly slid open the door. Surprisingly, the club had quite a few members present, but it wasn't too densely populated. Your eyes immediately lit up when familiar floaty blue flames caught your attention. He was alone on a table next to one of the room's walls. His usual board gaming partner, Azul, was nowhere to be seen. It was safe to assume he was somewhere exploiting some poor unfortunate soul of all their mortal possessions with his buy-one-get-one-free pair of henchmen.
You approached Idia, more nervous than a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. He noticed you and almost jumped out of his own skin.
Was he dreaming? If not, why else would you show up at the board game club? Before he knew it, he started to sweat. Every step you took closer to him made his poor heart run laps. The confident (Idia's POV. This does not accurately reflect current events.) stride in your step, and the smile you gave him as you approached made his face heat up, and the tips of his hair grow warmer. His flight- please there is absolutely no fight- instinct almost took over as he considered running out of the room at full speed.
There was no Ortho to help him communicate if he ended up having to talk to you. He was all alone for this pop-up Pokemon battle.
A random board game caught your eye, and you picked it up, deciding to use it as a shield to not let your conversation get stabbed in the chest by the painful spear called awkwardness.
"Hi, Idia." You said casually with your usual grin. 'Great start'
You failed to catch Idia's mortified expression as it disappeared as suddenly as it arrived. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get any words out. To his surprise, you didn't seem to mind his silence and just sat down in the chair across from his.
"Sorry to bother you," you continued, "If you want me gone, just say the word." The second part was intended to be lighthearted as you let out a low chuckle after you were done talking.
He quickly scrambled into his bag and pulled out a slim, grey tablet, and began to type.
"I don't mind you being here at all, [Name]." A voice from the device's speakers that sounded too much like Idia's said. You weren't all too shocked since you'd seen him use it around school a few times and had even seen the thing floating around campus by itself. You'd just never have a conversation with "it".
"Woah, is that a voice program?Did you make it yourself? I've only seen it being used for vocaloids, and even those mess up a few times. Did you use a sample of your voice? Is everything prerecorded? If you-" You blurted out, quickly smacking a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up before you could ramble any further.
Great job, [Name].
Idia's eyes lit up with surprise at your words as he quickly started typing something on his screen. His features moulded into a proud smirk, "Yeah, it's made with a sample of my voice. I made it using a vocaloid as a reference."
"Really?!" You almost jumped out of your seat, eyes practically shining with stars. Gosh, he really was so cool.
He nodded frantically as the tips of his firey hair faded into a warmer hue. Students in his dorm had the same base interests as he did. However, he was almost always too nervous to initiate a conversation with any of them. But with you, the nervousness he felt didn't try to suffocate him for once and instead felt like a sweet, comfy flutter in his chest.
"I found this when I walked into the room, and it looked fun. Wanna play?" Your short exchange feuled you with a little more confidence as you built the courage to ask him to play a board game with you.
You hadn't even looked at the game's cover before picking it up. Imagine your surprise at finding out you'd picked up "Monopoly Bass Fishing Edition".
Great job.
Now, Idia probably saw you as some weird fish-obsessed kid (no offence to Octavinelle) who probably looked up how to make bass fishing bait in their spare time. The cover was hideous. A massive bass fish was in the middle, surrounded by loops of smaller bass fish all saying things in speech bubbles where the letters were modelled to look like bass fish. To top it all off, there was a massive glittery title in the colour of neon orange that said, "Monopoly: Bass Fishing Edition." Underneath in equally as eye tormenting sentence bordered off by a wiggly pink line that read "Get ready to be schooled!" Get it? Coz groups of fishes are called schools-
This was going to be painful.
You liked to think you knew all the rules of Monopoly by heart. Especially after seeing relationships crumble over the neverending board game.
Idia didn't seem phased, so you assumed he already knew the rules of the game, too.
You played for a bit, taking turns to roll a double to see who could start first. The first to roll a double was eventually Idia, so he took the first turn.
-
You knew Idia was competitive from the way he would obliterate the opposition during your online meet-ups in matches. What you didn't expect was to end up going bankrupt after only a few loops around the board. It took a while for you to accept defeat, but after seeing the small, triumphant smile that gently made its way onto Idia's face, any loss was worth it.
Now that you looked around the room, most of the board game club members had long since departed, and it was only you and your blue-haired friend left in the room. A blanket of quiet and slight awkwardness fell over the two of you as you both looked at anything but each other.
"We should uh, but the pieces away," you suggested.
He looked at you, a little surprised at your sudden breach of silence, before he quickly nodded. "R-Right."
After stiffly putting the pieces away, occasionally flinching when the tips of your fingers made contact as you passed some game pieces between yourselves, there wasn't much else for you to do despite twiddling your thumbs. From an outsider's point of view, the aftermath was painfully awkward as neither of you had anything to say. Sitting in silence wasn't always a bad thing, but come on.
Your brain frizzled as you tried to think of something, anything to say to start a conversation.
"Nice weather we're having today." So creative.
As if the universe was saying a big "f*ck you", there was a loud rumble of thunder outside the window before massive raindrops began to smack on to the grass and pavement outside, each with a louder 'plap!' than the previous one each time.
Idia giggled before trying to hold back a laugh, which eventually turned into even more giggles. You stared at him for a few seconds, stunned. You hadn't actually heard him laugh before as he always looked so terrified around you. Sure, he was laughing at your stupidity, but this was a start, right?
It didn't take long for you to join in, laughing at yourself too.
Maybe coming to his clubroom on impulse wasn't so bad after all.
-
"Sam's store is releasing this SSR-tier set of trading cards today, and I have to go get it," Idia muttered to himself as he scurried down a hallway of the Ignihyde dorm. "No one's gonna that early, especially since it's not gonna attract any normies-"
"But what if there's a whole mob of NPCs there? Worst case scenario is a few of them showing up to do some early morning shopping, so grabbing what I need and skidadling outta there is gonna be ez."
Ortho was most likely in his room resting at this hour, so Idia decided not to bother him. Besides, it was only a trip to the school store. He should be fine, right?
Wrong.
It was not ez peasy.
It just happened to be that the same day Idia's treasured ultra rare cards were released on the same day as Sam's new mystery drink that the whole school went crazy for. By the time Idia was about to leave the store after paying for what he came for, the whole area was packed, and it was almost impossible to move. Waves of students rushing to the till after grabbing a bottle of the new beverage washed over the store grounds.
People, people, people, and more people. Sweaty teenagers seemed to fight tooth and nail just to get their hands on a bottle. It was like the kids from the UK when Prime was launched. (iykyk) Everywhere he turned, he seemed to bump into another 3 people and get elbowed by another five. The sheer power of the crowd almost swept him off his feet, and he felt himself being dragged to the opposite direction from where he was headed. He reached his hand out to grab at something, while the other held his cards close to his chest, but there was nothing to hold onto for support. The only option was to become one with the crowd.
As he was about to give up and accept his fate, his outstretched hand was tugged on by a familiar, gentle yet firm grip, which felt like he was being pulled ashore after drifting off into the ocean. Idia's body was pulled upright and into a much less crowded space. A pleasant warmth spread across his chest as he saw the face of his saviour.
A part of him felt mortified while the other felt relieved. He was glad to have been pulled out of the sea of people, but he felt a little lame to have to have been saved by someone else, as if he couldn't handle himself. Another reason, the more obvious one, was because it was you. In his point of view, you always showed up at random times and ended up helping him without realising how much of an impact your actions held.
"I'm getting this feeling of deja vu," you smiled, leading Idia to a bench opposite the store.
"You helped me again-" Idia muttered, his eyes downcast.
You tilted your head, a little confused, "Hm?"
"N-No, it's not that I have a proble-" He cut himself off, "I, um-"
How did he manage to talk himself into a corner like this? Trying to talk to you felt like a puzzle with the myriad of emotions all rushing through his head at once, and he was bound to mess up somewhere.
"Don't sweat it," you responded. Your smile unwavering.
For whatever reason, Idia's anxious jumble of words never phased you. Your willingness to let him take his time when talking to you gave him a sort of confidence, and he could hope to speak with confidence that he didn't even know he was capable of.
A ray of reflected early morning sunlight that bounced off the shiny packaging of what Idia held securely in his hands and it caught your eye.
"Is that (insert game reference here)?!" Your voice cracked as you said the name of the franchise.
The mood was instantly lightened at your change in focus, and Idia felt himself get giddy. He was so happy to share a conversation with someone who wasn't a so-called "normie."
His excitement faded though, a bit, when he looked up to find that you looked slightly disappointed. You looked at Idia in confusion, but shrugged.
You sighed, looking away.
Why were you disappointed? Was it something he did? Oh no, what if you thought he was lame for getting trapped in a crowd like that, and you actually thought he was such a bother the whole time-
"I still haven't managed to get my hands in a copy," you frowned.
"Oh," He sounded stunned, which confused you. "Um, I-" He swallowed, fighting the urge to pull his hood over his head and hide.
"I mean-" Idia's eyes seemed to glance at everything and everywhere other than at you.
His breath caught in his throat, and the feeling multiplied by a gazillion when he saw Ortho watching him from behind a tree. He almost choked on whatever air he'd just managed to inhale into his trachea.
To make matters worse, Ortho held a cute but terrible made neon blue glittery banner that said, "Talk to them, Idia!!!"
Wasn't he resting?
The poor nerd (affectionate) wanted to evaporate on the spot.
"What were you about to say?" You asked, not seeing the silliness behind you.
Idia glanced back and forth between you and Ortho, wishing with every single bone in his body that the 50/50 gacha in front of him right now would go his way and you wouldn't turn around at all.
Imagine his horror when you followed his worryingly mortified gaze, and he saw our eyes widen a fraction, and you slapped a hand over your mouth.
"Ortho?"
He panicked for a good few seconds before he did what he did best and bolted away from you with a stubborn blush creeping up his neck.
"Huh?Wait up!" You called after him, but it was futile.
Ortho soon waved happily at you as he followed Idia back to what you assumed was the Ignihyde dorm.
-
"Where did you-" Idia began, speedwalking to the Hall of Mirrors with more agility than he knew his G-fuel filled body could possess.
"I did some research, and it showed that people your age have a 60% more chance at talking to someone they like when they're encouraged by someone else!" Ortho chirped with the certainty of the sun rising in the east.
"I'm not- It's not-" Idia couldn't find the words to use to retort at his younger brother. The way his sunny amber eyes shimmered with glee was enough to punch the words of protest that Idia could ever muster right down the drain. "J-Just tone it own a notch next time..." He finished with a small frown.
"Okay!" Ortho sang, floating into Ignihyde's mirror after the older Shroud.
Idia signed and pulled the strings of his hoodie tighter to conceal his face more. Now that you were somewhat aware of how he felt about you, he had no idea how to face you the next day.
-
It had been over a week, and you'd gotten no contact from Idia or Ortho. It was safe to assume that Idia probably didn't leave his room a single time in that time frame. A metaphorical banner was built between you as he had practically gone AWOL on everything you could use to contact him. So, you couldn't even talk to him with your online persona and try to understand how he felt by hoping he'd confide in his online bestie even a little. Not that you wanted to intrude on his privacy, but the fact that things seemed to be falling apart between you two before you properly even got to know each other hurt a lot more than th fact that you convinced yourself of- the fact that it looked like he didn't want to see you again. You sighed, closing your computer.
This was pointless. No doubt, he doesn't feel the same way towards you, and you really should start accepting it. Maybe he thought you were strange? Or it was creepy that you always seemed to be around when he was in trouble? Maybe he thought you were a stalker? He'd probably figured out your online identity and blocked you, hence the lack of activity on any of his accounts over the last week and a bit.
But you couldn't accept it. Not until you know more, and you don't think it'll help if you keep prying at the subject, especially since it won't do any good in the end. It was useless to keep trying. You grabbed your phone and checked the screen for any messages, but there were none. You put it back on the nightstand and turned on your side, burying your face in your pillow.
You lay there for what felt like forever and eventually fell asleep.
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Morning soon arrived, and you woke up to a series of knocks at the main door of Ramshackle Dorm. The quick thuds of knuckles striking wood resounded throughout the whole bottom floor of the building, probably enough to alert your cat roommate out of his venture into Dream Land.
The perpetrator was definitely unexpected. It was a fine weekend, and you hadn't been expecting a visit from anyone at all, especially not the younger Shroud brother.
Rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn as you opened the door, you had to squint to see something else other than a mop of flickering blue and a white block.
"Ortho?" You blinked. Your statement sounded more like a question to yourself than to the other party.
"Good morning!" Ortho said cheerfully, waving with one arm while balancing an assortment of books and various games under the other. He was carrying four plastic bags full of stuff, including a large bowl with some cereal, milk, eggs, toast, fruit, and orange juice inside it.
"Err..." you replied.
"We came to hang out!" Ortho cheered, which confused you even more.
"What? And who's 'we'??" You questioned all at once, not even knowing where to begin.
"Idia wants to apologise for running away from you for the past week. He said he's really sorry and did it because he was scared," he rambled on with his usual cheery tone and pointed to a nearby tree, "And we brought food!"
Behind said tree stood said Idia, holding onto the tree's bark with a grip for dear life while only the top half of his face peeked out.
What.
- Flashback to earlier -
"Now, what do I do? This is demon mode difficult- I'd rather fight Absolute Virtue from the original release of FF11 all over again for 16 hours straight than face them again... Can I get an F in the chat for this one..." Idia mumbled to himself in a string of incomprehensible gibberish as he sat in a fetal position at the corner of his room while his hood covered his entire head, and he rocked back and forth.
"This is the worst-"
"Cheer up, Idia!" Ortho handed him a charger, "You can always talk to them online if it helps!"
"At this point, they've probably forgotten about me. People's online friends get Men in Black'ed from their brains all the time. I'll just look like some weird guy that goes,'Hey kids!wanna to get free RAM for your computer?' or something-" his rampant thoughts only dug him further into his self-made pit of despair.
"Hmm," Ortho pondered, "Let's go see them!"
"Are you kidding?! No way!" He shook his head rapidly and started rocking himself even faster, "If they don't see me, maybe they'll even forget I exist and I can become one with the void..."
"Don't be ridiculous, Idia. We can go see them right now!" Ortho hovered around, gathering a bunch of gaming equipment and books, "Hanging out like friends will get rid of any tension in the air!"
"No!" Idia protested, but it was too late.
He'd already been picked up by a robotic arm, and off they went.
-
"That's pretty much what happened," Ortho recalled as you lead the pair the lounge.
"Right... But I still don't get how that means he's sorry..." You muttered.
"Why don't you tell them, Idia?" Ortho looked at his brother, "I'll leave you two to talk here while I make some snacks!"
The older Shroud twiddle his fingers and stared at the floor, his hood still covering his head.
It took a few seconds of silence before Idia began talking.
"Uh," he spoke quietly and cleared his throat twice before proceeding, "I was so stupid."
"Huh?" You said, gaping at Idia.
"I know I've done stupid things, but this was beyond stupid. Like, way too stupid! Noob at Subway Surfers level of stupid!" He babbled on, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic emotion.
He took a deep, shaky breath and closed his eyes, attempting to compose himself. His hair turning pink. "I kept telling myself it was okay for us to keep being friends online even though I found your Magicam page and accidentally liked one of your posts and knew who you were but you didn't know who I was and I felt guilty and then you suddenly showed up then I realised I l-l-like you and then that thing at the shop happened and you probably thought it was so cringe-"
Then it clicked. So he thought you thought he was weird? He didn't hate you.
It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your chest.
Then, you chuckled, snickered, giggled, then let out waves of laughter. Idia stared at you, dumbfounded.
"This whole time, haha, I thought I was the one who did something wrong."
"No! You didn't," He quickly jumped in.
"Wait, you just said that you like me...?" You pointed to yourself, and you felt your face grow warm.
Silence landed like a wall of pure steel between the two of you.
He gaped at you with wide eyes. Dang it! He seriously didn't mean to blurt that part out loud. Curse him and his tendency to blab everything he thought aloud as soon as he started talking!
Idia covered his reddened face with his hands.
"What a coincidence," you smiled, "Since I like you too."
You gently pulled his hands away from his face and gave him your brightest grin. He froze as soon as your skin made contact, and his breathing quickened, his hair turned a full, passionate pink.
"Ahahahaha...!" He stammered.
A sudden noise filled both the room, followed by a long silence, causing the both of you to turn towards the source. Your heads turned in sync to see Ortho standing at the door with a camera after it let out a painfully loud 'click!'
He gave the pair of you a huge smile with his eyes.
"For memories' sake!" He cheered.
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Bonus
After you'd made breakfast together with the ingredients that the brothers brought, you, Idia and Ortho, sat in a triangle on the floor, while Grim watched lazily from the sofa. It was more of a joint interrogation performed against the little robot with Grim serving as an audience.
"So, Ortho, you knew Idia already knew who I was?" You raised an eyebrow, "And you knew about how he felt??"
"And you already knew that they liked me? And you knew they knew who I was and didn't tell me??" Idia squeaked, "And you told them to come to the store that day?!"
Ortho picked up a controller and was suddenly immersed in gameplay.
"Haha..." He sweatdropped.
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lunaclamat · 2 months
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Crying in the cold
This is one of my first attempts at writing a fic, and honestly, I don't know what to think. Feedback and criticism are welcomed, but please be gentle with me. Also english is not my first language.
762 words, (tbh I thought I was writing longer, guess not today)
Cases with kids were always hard. Whether it was a kid missing or hurt. Or worse. Or worse like was unfortunately this case.
The BAU flew from Virginia to Alaska in hopes of helping the local sheriff with two missing siblings. Before the unit even had a chance to land, Garcia called to announce the sibling's death and another kid gone missing. The unsub was evolving far more quickly than the detectives were able to react.
Missing children were becoming dead ones. The usual 24-hour waiting period had gone out of the window. Everyone took it hard but everyone also knew better than to show it in front of the missing children's families. Sherrif was stressed and taking it out on his men. 
JJ and Emily did their best in consoling families while also trying to ask them questions. Both of which were hopeless. Derek was questioning the only witness for hours on end while Spencer was trying to figure out the damn geographical profile which wasn't making any sense, even to him. Poor Penelope was going through every document and record she could find, but even her hacker abilities weren’t enough. 
I knew I should focus on the cause. Missing children, grieving families, a psychotic murderer on the loose… However, all I could focus on was everyone's exhaustion. As I was going through the victimology for what felt like a hundredth time, I looked over to Aaron with Rossi. The two of them trying to calm down the sheriff as well as each other. 
“This is hopeless.” My complaining wasn’t for anyone in particular but Spencer hummed back.
“We’re going to find them. It does take this much time sometimes.”
“They could be dead already.” I felt like crying. As if my FBI training and experience didn’t exist and I was just some passerby who happened to stumble upon investigation.
Without waiting for Spencer’s answer I got up to leave. In the corner of my eye, I could see Aaron glancing out of his way for me. I kept going down the hall and outside. My pride didn't allow me to ask for comfort. Comfort felt like a luxury we didn't have time for.
“Hey! Wait up!” Aaron called as gently as he could without sounding like an angry boss and more like a caring friend. Or boyfriend, as he didn't really know.
I stepped outside the small police station and leaned on the wall. As the cold hit my face it turned red. Puffy eyes and eyebags did little to conceal the tears hitting my cheeks.
When Aaron caught up to me, he approached me like I was a small terrified animal. Scared of me running off to the wild and never coming back. 
“It’s okay to feel bad…I know it’s hard but we just hit a dead end. We’ll figure it out eventually.” He reached out for my hand and when I didn't pull back, gently pulled me into his arms. I linked my hands behind his back under his jacket and whispered into his neck. “You can’t hug me, someone gonna see us.” I pressed myself into him with no intention of letting go.
“I’m making sure my team is in good condition to work this case. I’m simply doing my job as a section union chief.”
“Don’t tell me this is how you comfort your other subordinates.” 
“Just you.” I could feel him kissing the top of my head. “I like you the most.”
Logically we both knew we shouldn’t be hugging in front of a police station while the bau was helping with a case tough in all meanings. Warily and slowly we let go of each other’s embrace. Others would just see two colleagues and nothing more. 
“I know we’ll get it. I logically know that we’ll find the one missing piece and It’s all gonna make sense, but I- I just can’t let myself think of it when all I see is dead and missing people and a room with detectives unable to help.”
“Reid figured out the profile and potential address. Garcia found something too. I don’t know how much, but something. We’re going to add the rest.”
I wanted to protest but Aaron's palms came up to my cheeks faster. He gently wiped away my tears with his thumbs and kissed my forehead. “C’mon… We have someone to save.” 
We turned in the direction of the main entrance and for the three steps it took us to get there, held hands. Just before he opened the door for me, he squeezed reassuringly. 
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We're In This Together
Joel Miller x female reader
Summary: Joel calms you down during a panic attack. 
Author’s Note: Despite being a reader insert, Joel's companion is an adult. As such, use of the term "babygirl" is a pet name, not an indication of age/someone who is underage. My first fic for The Last of Us so please be kind!
Reblogs are appreciated, comments are love💕
Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, mention of the infected, mention of weapon
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The old weathervane above the dilapidated barn groaned outside your window, spinning forcefully with the gusting wind. The creaking sound was an unsettling reminder of the terrible shrieking you’d tried to put out of your mind. Removing the tattered gloves you wore and rubbing your hands together for warmth, you attempted to think of anything else. Closing your eyes tightly, you envisioned a crackling fire and hot tea with honey. Although you were good at imagining the things you’d come to live without, tonight was different. You couldn’t keep the fear at bay no matter how hard you tried, receiving no comfort from the cozy memories that usually calmed you.
A familiar tightness in your chest returned as you wondered how much longer you’d have to live like this, running from the infected and making a home wherever you found shelter. As you counted the days you'd already been looking for your family, your future unraveled before you along with any remaining fortitude. You looked around the weathered farmhouse where you found yourself tonight and wondered who had once called this place home. You shivered as you thought of those who were surely dead by now, allowing you to occupy their space because they no longer had need of it. The crushing guilt pressed into you until you felt suffocated by it.
Stop it, stop it! you chided yourself, banging your head against the peeling wallpaper. Get it together! you thought as you dug your heels into the floorboards, every muscle in your body tense as your stomach churned. You tried to stay strong and remember why you and Joel were still searching after all this time, but you couldn't concentrate. You began to shake as your worst fears replayed in your mind on constant loop and you couldn’t end it. The fit overtook you more quickly than usual, rapid breathing turning to dangerously shallow hyperventilation in seconds as the terror consumed you.
The sound of heavy footsteps outside your door had your heart racing even faster in seconds, threatening to tear from your chest. Your eyes darted up in time to glimpse Joel’s boots by the dilapidated wooden door and soon you spotted his jeans, moving toward you in a blur. The room began to spin as you heard the distant thud of his rucksack hitting the floor. “Y/n, it’s gonna be alright, I’m comin’” Joel called out, crossing the floor in long purposeful strides to reach you as quickly as possibly. He knew the signs of your panic attacks well by now. You were too dizzy to comprehend his words, only feeling the warmth of his hand on your cheek at first, bringing you around. His brown eyes studied you with deep concern. You hadn't been this bad since the night you met.
A year ago, he found you hidden away, clutching an old hunting knife of your father's. Separated from your family during evacuation, you were unsure how to navigate this new world, let alone an attack by several infected. He’d gotten to you just in time to save your life, but your conscious mind had slipped below the surface where he couldn't reach you. It wasn't until hours later through his calm demeanor and gentle voice that he was able to pry the weapon away. He held your hand, promising not to leave you, until you felt steady enough to tell him your name.
Taking up a place behind you now, Joel promised, “Nobody’s here but us, babygirl. You’re safe with me. I got you." He cradled your back to his front, legs and arms bracketing yours, securely holding you in place. Without the need for words, you felt his chest rise and fall against your back, urging you to adopt a similar rhythm for yourself. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, wanting the spinning to end. “It won’t stop, It won’t stop,” you panted, desperately clutching onto his hands, fingernails digging into his skin. Joel wished you never had to suffer like this again. He would have done anything to take the feeling of powerlessness from you.
“I got you. You're safe. I’m here no matter what, okay?” you heard him say in a soothing monotone, the rumble of his deep voice reverberating through you as you felt his beard rub against the top of your head. After a few mintutes, your heartbeat slowed it's pace. As the relief began to wash over you, the waiting tears silently escaped your lash line and slid down your cheeks.
Pulling away to search your eyes for understanding, Joel rubbed your arm gently asking, “Can you tell me what happened?”
You shook your head, unable to put your finger on what had triggered you. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about it now,” he said, wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You should try to get some rest though. You wanna lie down for a little while?” he suggested. You nodded as you clung to his jacket. He slowly lowered you both to the ground, wrapping his arm around you so still felt connected to him. You breathed in the familiar scent of him as he stroked your hair gently. “I'm sorry,” you said, sniffling. 
“Shhh, you don’t have to do that,” he reminded you. No matter how much you apologized, Joel  told you you weren’t a burden and that knowledge made you feel secure with him, knowing that you didn’t owe him anything in return for his kindness. 
“Joel?” you asked in a shaky voice.
“Hmmm?” he grunted.
“Do you ever wish you were on your own?” you asked hesitantly. 
You felt his body go rigid for a moment. “What are you talkin’ about?” he asked, voice suddenly turning harsh. 
You slowly turned to look at him, noticing the deep furrow in his brow as he studied you. “I…I just thought…well...we might go our separate ways in the spring,” you stuttered, trying not to explain your feelings about how much better Joel might be without you. He must have thought it before, the freedom he'd have by himself with no one to care for or defend. If you said it first, maybe he wouldn’t have to propose the same plan to you one day when it all got to be too much for him.
You watched Joel’s face fall, a pained look of hurt and confusion settling over his handsome features. He cupped your face in his large, rough hands, staring into your eyes for a moment before he finally spoke. “Don’t you understand? I wouldn’t have been able to go on all this time without you. You’re the reason I’m still standin’, darlin’. I need you,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.  His thumb stroked your cheek gently as he added, “Remember what I told you the first night we met?”
Tears clouded your vision as he spoke those words to you. You nodded, thinking back to that fateful night. You laced your fingers through his as you answered with the words you’d never forget, “We’re in this together.”
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ominous-auburn-orbs · 4 months
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Royalteeth fic idea, A coding error or glitch in the digital circus makes Caine act out of character/off and Kinger tries to take care of him while his coding tries to fix it
As ordered, my friend! Well, probably longer than ordered, but what're you gonna do?
Ragatha, Pomni and Kinger were near the stage, with the first two talking while Kinger stared into the distance. Gangle, Jax and Zooble had been there earlier as well, but upon realising Caine wasn't there to force them into an adventure, they all promptly left to their respective rooms to enjoy the peace. The other three had believed he would show up at some point, so they had stayed. It had been multiple hours now, and they were starting to get worried. Ragatha and Pomni were, at least.
"Kinger?" Ragatha peered at the chess piece, already bracing herself for his loud reaction.
"AAHH!! Oh, sorry, you scared me, Ragatha. Did you need something?" She started to approach him.
"Well, it's just that Caine hasn't shown up in a while, and I was wondering if you knew what might be going on? You do spend the most time with him out of all of us."
Caine was missing? That didn't happen, practically ever. He would at least greet them in the morning. "I'm sure he's fine! Caine's always fine. It's not like he could be hurt or anything. Yeah, how could he get hurt?"
Kinger trailed off, sounding more and more like he was trying to reassure himself rather than the others. Pomni's concern was growing further, and Kinger's forced certainty was not helping.
"Caine isn't necessarily the best ringmaster, but I still don't want him to be in pain or- or whatever getting sick is for him." She nervously fidgeted with her hands. "Is there a way for us to find him? Somewhere he usually spends his time?"
"Hmm, I guess we could check his room. He doesn't spend much time there, but I'm pretty sure it's the only place we can access," Kinger suggested.
"Wait, he has a room too?"
"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't he?" Because he was an AI. Because he didn't need rest. Because he didn't need a place to put personal belongings he didn't have or could easily fit in his hat. Pomni knew she wouldn't get many answers from Kinger, so she didn't bother asking. She already had plenty of questions nagging at her mind, what were a few more added to the pile?
That was when Bubble zoomed into view, surprisingly frantic.
"You guys have to come quick! Something's wrong with Caine's code, he's in his room and he's being really pissy!!"
"Alright, calm down, Bubble. We were just going there anyway." Ragatha turned to Kinger. "Guess you were onto something after all."
Kinger wasn't listening. Caine's code? That was important! It made him who he was! While Bubble was trying to lead them, Kinger was rushing ahead to get to Caine's room. He knew the way by heart.
When they arrived, the chess piece would've kicked the door down if he had the legs to do it. Caine had never been hurt before, his code was always in perfect shape. Alright, he may be exaggerating there, but he thought it was perfect!
"Caine?! It's me, what's wrong?!" Caine was sitting in the middle of his room, legs pulled tight into his chest. Kinger immediately went to him, but came to a halt when the ringmaster snapped at him.
"Would you stop yelling?!!" Pomni flinched at the doorway while Ragatha stopped her anxious inching forward. The chess piece would admit that it stung a little, but he probably deserved it for his slight overreaction. He tried to calm himself down and approach differently.
"Caine? Bubble said there was something wrong with your code. Can you tell me what's happening?"
"Bubble brought you here?" His tone was unreadable, but he still shot a look to Bubble that made him leave. "I'm fine. I don't need you. Just go away already!"
Ragatha solemnly nodded at Pomni, signifying for them to leave. The jester stared at Caine for a moment before giving Kinger as determined an expression as she could manage. "Feel better soon, Caine."
Caine's head snapped up just as the door closed behind the two.
"Was that Pomni?" He sounded terrified. "Did... did I yell at Pomni?"
Kinger kneeled in front of him. "Yes, but you can apologise to her later. I know she'll forgive you. You didn't mean it." The chess piece reached out a hand, but paused mid-air. "Can I touch you?"
Caine nodded. Kinger place a hand on his shoulder and rubbed gently. "Are you ready to tell me what's going on?"
There was a long bout of silence before the ringmaster spoke up. "I-I don't know. Some glitch has happened and i just don't feel like myself. I don't know what to do, Kinger." His voice was full of worn out panic. This much raw emotion was rare to be heard from him, even for Kinger.
"Do you know how to fix the code?"
"W-well yes, but... I just," Caine was getting increasingly frustrated already, "can't."
"Is there something you need for it? How can I help?" Caine's teeth shut, a harsh grumble, close to a growl, escaping him. "Caine, I'm trying to-"
"NO!" His teeth shot open again, his hands grabbing at the front of Kinger's robe, drawing a startled cry from him. "NO NO NO! I CAN'T, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I CAN'T LEAVE, WHAT IF-" His yelling was abruptly cut off by a gasp.
Caine sank back down, his grip loosening, his eyes locked with Kinger's. The chess piece wanted to cry at his horrified look.
"O-oh God. Kinger, I'm so sorry. I'm so- F[@&%]!!" Kinger was still taken aback. He'd never seen Caine lose his temper, let alone swear. It really was bad. The ringmaster started to sob, head facing the floor, still clinging to the other's robe. Kinger softly embraced him, quietly replying to all of his apologies with loving forgiveness.
When the crying turned to occasional sniffles, Kinger spoke up again, barely above a whisper. "What do you think will happen if you try to fix your code?"
Caine squeezed Kinger's body before responding. "I-in order to fix the code, o-or change it at all, I can't do anything with my physical body. I can't see, I can't move, and- and fixing a glitch like this might take a while. What if- what if something happens to you? What if one of the NPCs act up? What if one of you gets hurt? What if one of you gets lost? God, what if one of you abstracts?" His fingers dug into Kinger enough to hurt, but he made no complaints.
"E-ever since Pomni found that 'exit' and got lost in the void- everything Kaufmo did- all because I was careless and got distracted, I'm just so scared of leaving again." Kinger slowly dragged his hand up and down Caine's back, waiting to see if there was anything else. When he was sure Caine was ready, he pulled back.
"If you're so scared, that means you aren't careless. You care a lot. How about I stay here with you while you fix the code, and if anything happens, I'll 'wake you up'. Does that work?"
"I guess it does... e-everyone's in their rooms, right?" Kinger nodded. "Can you take me out into the hall, then? J-just so I can be a bit closer to them."
"Of course." The pair stood and left the room, sitting down again just outside of Caine's room, leaning against the door. With it being at the end of the hall, it gave Kinger a good view of all the rooms and their doors. They sat in silence, with Caine's head on Kinger's shoulder.
"I think I'm ready now." The ringmaster cuddled closer to Kinger before the chess piece lifted him and placed him in his lap, the rising blush on his gums not going unnoticed. "Bring me back if anything happens, okay?"
Kinger brought up a hand and lightly stroked Caine's face. "Okay."
"Thank you." With that, Caine's eyes unfocused and became filled with green code.
For a long time, Kinger sat there, keeping watch. The circus performers would come by to check on the two and chat to Kinger as well as trying to find out Caine's progress, but they could never tell how close he was to being fixed.
Jax even showed up as well, but it was mainly to bother them and to see if he could disturb Caine. He got bored quick, though, with the only reaction he could get being Kinger's glaring before Zooble dragged him away.
Eventually, Caine came to, having finished fixing his code.
"Kinger, my dear?"
"Huh-? AAH!" Caine couldn't help but smile. He had really sat with him this entire time and still got startled by him. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling great! And..." his voice quietened, nervousness creeping in, "I'm sorry for being so... agitated."
"I forgive you." Kinger touched his forehead to Caine's, both of them content. "Oh! You'll be happy to know that nothing went wrong while you were out. Some of the others did come to check on you, though. I had some nice talks with them."
Caine could never describe how grateful he was. He'd still have to make it up to everyone, especially Ragatha and Pomni, but he was fine with staying here for now. "Tell me all about it."
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my-love-of-books · 1 year
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Trying new things
A little fluffy/smutty fic w/ OUAT peter pan, also he doesn't know what a traffic light is and it is so CUTE
Paring: OUAT!Peter x shy!gn!reader
Warnings: cussing, smut, blowjob, Terrible writing, think that's it feel free to tell me otherwise
Peter's head wipped around as his eyebrows shot straight up. My boyfriend was sitting on the bed relaxing, reading a book when I popped an interesting question. "What did you say, love?" He asked incrediously, the corners of his mouth purched upword. "Well, I... I was wondering if we could try something new... sexually" I said slowly getting quieter and quieter as I went. I shifted under the covers a little. We had never done anything more than a few heated makout sessions so asking this was a pretty big deal for me.
"What were you thinking, love?" The brown-haired boy asked gently. "Umm, I was thinking... maybe a... blowjob" I whispered while playing with my fingers. He immediately scoffed tongue pushing into his cheek. "What?" I practically whined, "Typical Y/N rather please me than please themself." I simply rolled my eyes.
"Okay, if you would like to do this then ground rules need to be set." I nodded. "Tch, tch, tch, angel, if we are going to do this you need to use your words, alright." "Ok" I blinked at him. "Better!" He smiled. "Now, a 'safe word' is used if at any time you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop. What would you like your safe word to be?" "Could we do like a traffic light? Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop." "what's a..." His eyebrows furowing together. "Never mind. We can do that, and when your mouth is occupied 2 taps are equivalent to yellow and 3 taps are equivalent to red." "okay, sounds good." I nodded.
"Are you sure this is what you want, angel?" "yes" I say confidently and then "I wanna make you feel good" I finish with the meekest voice I've ever heard. "we'll start slow and work our way up from there, no reason to be nervous, love."
Peter slowly throws off the blankets and set his book down on the nightstand. He spreads his legs and I climb in between them, sitting on my knees. He starts to take off his pants and I reach to help but by the time I have they were already on the floor beside the bed.
I was, however, able to pull down his boxers for him, and as I pulled down the front his cock springs up making me jump a little. Which draws a chuckle from the green-eyed boy above me. "Relax, angel" he runs his finger through my hair. He shimmies the rest of the way out of his boxers before I lean down and lick a stripe from bace to tip, looking up with wide eyes to see if that was a smart idea, and judging by Peter's sharp intake of breath and small grunt that came from him I think it was. His hand goes to rest on my cheek, thumb moving to play with my bottom lip, pushing it down. "Open up for me love." He somehow has a mix between his usual grin and a boyish smile spreading across his face.
I did as I was told opening my mouth, and guiding his cock into my mouth. When I close around him he tilts his head back, letting out a breathy moan. I was barely halfway down his member as I started to suck. Peter gripped my hair, slowly moving my head up and down, going lower and lower each time but making sure I don't gag or choke.
The longer this goes on the harder his grip and the more frequent his noises are getting. "Fuckkk, love, just like that. I'm gonna cum if you keep this up." So naturally, I bobbed my head faster. "I'm gonna... Ahh... Can I cum inside your pretty mouth angel? Please?" As soon as I nodded and hummed a 'yes' I felt a warm liquid running down my throat. I kept trying to swallow all of it but just couldn't, some leaking out of the corners of my mouth. "Lord, that was hot. You did such a good job, my little angel." He said wiping my face off with his previously discarded shorts
"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of you?" Even though I knew I was fully aroused I didn't know if I was ready for that step just yet, so I hung my head and answered "no 'm sorry, I just-." "Hey under no circumstances are you allowed to apologize for something like that do you hear me?" I look up at him, a small smile on my face, and simply nodded. ~_~
A/N: thx so much for reading plz like or commit if you enjoyed it, I am always welcome to criticism! Have a nice day/night🙃
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apompkwrites · 1 year
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the outland kingscholar || leona kingscholar
masterlist characters: n/a (reader-centric) genre: fluff(?) contains: more ocs, sort of a transition for the fic ig?, still tagged w/ leona because fic :D summary: with their identity now discovered, (name) is shown a glimpse of the villagers in mwezi miji. notes: finally i get to use the other two boys i've had prepared for this series!! anyway, probably gonna get around to officially drawing them if insp stays? anyway, expect a bit more oc content for the fic just because i have plans >:) parts: [og post] | [the lesser kingscholar (1)] | [the broken kingscholar (2)] | [the two kingscholars (2.5)] | [the runaway kingscholar (3)] | [the outland kingscholar (4)] | [the grown-up kingscholar (5)]
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the moment that question left atiena's mouth, a chill ran down your spine. you were hoping, praying, that she wouldn't know. that no one would know. and yet here you were, alone in a dark room with no one but a stranger that knew who you were.
"i... uh... i don't--"
"no use trying to hide it," atiena chuckled, shaking her head. she leaned back in her chair and her wings spread out behind her, making her seem bigger than she was. "you're a lion beastman."
"so?" why did you say it like that? oh, great seven, have mercy...
"let's see..." atiena hummed, bringing her hand up to her chin. "to start with, you weren't from the dens. that much was obvious when my son had to explain the very concept to you."
you pursed your lips.
"and so that only left the kingscholar territory. because gods know that the others in the outlands wouldn't let in a lion beastman," she continued.
"but... how did you know i was a kingscholar?" you managed to mutter, your body beginning to tremble at the mere thought of what could happen.
will she send me back?
"i wouldn't have thought you were a kingscholar at first," atiena explained before standing up. she walked over to the wall and reached up, grabbing a paper that was hanging on a corkboard covered in other sheets. she sat back down in her chair and placed the poster on the table.
missing: prince/ss (name) kingscholar
"...ah."
"we don't normally get knews from the kingscholar territory, but the king seemed adamant on getting these out," she mused, her smile no longer seeming to reach her eyes. "they're worried about you. as a mother, i can tell just from this poster alone."
"...how?" you hissed, crossing your arms in a huff.
"...now i can't say for certain, but i think of it that way because of fast it got to us out here," atiena mutters, leaning forward. "see, on the rare occasion we do get news from the kingdom, it's usually already outdated. but this?" she taps the poster. "this is recent news."
"...because i'm a royal," you rolled your eyes, ignoring the twisting and clenching in your chest. "that's why."
"...maybe," atiena merely shrugs. "back to the topic, why are you out here?"
you don't know what compelled you to answer. perhaps it was a weird game the king of beasts was playing. or perhaps it was simply just a cruel twist of fate. but, in the end, it didn't matter what caused it.
"i ran away."
"well, i gathered that much, little cub," atiena laughed, this time a real, genuine laugh. "i asked why."
"...the people in the castle are... cruel."
and, as if atiena knew the true life you lived, she didn't push any further. she simply nodded and stood up, leaving you alone in the interrogation room with nothing but the poster with your name and face plastered on it.
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it wasn't until light flooded the room that you tore your eyes away from the poster. you turned in your chair to see atiena, her head peeking through the doorway and her wings casting a large shadow inside.
"come on, little cub," she hummed, waving her hand. you lingered in the chair for a moment.
i don't want to go. what if she sends me back? what if... the elders are out there?
"don't keep us waiting," atiena smiled softly. her voice wasn't full of malice or annoyance, but rather understanding. "else nuru'll come running to drag you out."
and, once more, the door closed, leaving you in the dark with the poster. that dreaded poster.
r--iiiiiip
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"there they are," atiena mused, her wings flapping behind her gently. nuru, who was previously running around, skidded to a halt and changed course towards you.
"finally! took ya' long enough!" nuru laughed as if he were greeting a lifelong friend. "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"
"huh, i... uh..." you stammered as nuru dragged you by the arm. you looked over their shoulder at atiena, who merely smiled and waved her hand as if bidding her children adieu. with no help from atiena, you turned your attention back to nuru, who continued to run through the village with you in tow. "where are we going?!"
"ma says you're gonna stay with us for now!" nuru beamed. with his back now turned to them, you could see little white wings poking out from his shirt. "ya gotta meet my friends!"
you didn't get another word out before nuru stopped. you bumped into his back as he knocked on the door in front of him.
"jabali! jabori!" he called, his small wings moving excitedly on his back. "open the door!"
"no!" another squeaky voice shouted from inside the house.
"wha-- why not?!" nuru huffed, crossing his arms. his wings now flipping on his back.
"didn't you hear? your mom brought an outsider here," the same voice whined.
"shush!" nuru hissed, his grip tightening on your arm. "jus' open the door, jabori!"
"what?!" the door finally slammed open. twins stood on the other side, one sporting a scowl while the other seemed to cower behind him.
freckles dusted their faces and shoulders, the speckles just barely visible on their dark skin. their brown hair was tipped with light cream, the curls nearly mixing with the dark brown ears that twitched on their heads. sa if in response to each other, your ears twitched a second before the twins' did.
"that's the outsider!" the second twin, the one that opened the door, growled. he leaned closer to nuru and whispered (still loud enough for you to hear), "what are you doing bringing them over here?!"
"'s fine," nuru grinned before pulling you forward. he motioned up and introduced, "they're from kingscholar territory! so 's not like they're a den dweller or anythin'."
"still!" the first twin whined, shuffling closer to his brother. "we don't know... anything about them, ru!"
"i'm right here," you finally grumbled, pulling your arm out of nuru's grasp. "at least tell me to go away if you're gonna talk about me."
just like them.
"then get outta here," the second twin huffed, waving his hand.
"no! they're stayin'!" nuru demanded, reaching back to grab onto you once more. "look, they're nice! ma said so!"
"did she?" the three children questioned in unison.
"mhm! mhm! she said to get them used to the village!" nuru grinned, turning to look over at you. "sorry about them! they're... really my only friends i trust."
"aw," the first twin smiled, only to be elbowed by his brother.
"look," the second twin sighed, "if... if you want us to get along, come back in the morning. it's, like, the end of your mom's shift, right? so it's like two in the morning or somethin' like that."
"...ah," nuru laughed nervously before nodding. "'s a promise, 'kay?"
"mhm," the twins hummed almost absentmindedly. and without a proper goodbye, they shut the door.
"that went well!" nuru grinned, prompting you to roll your eyes. you didn't say anything and nuru didn't seem to mind. all he did was hum to himself as he grabbed you by the hand, dragging you back the way you came through the cold, quiet streets of mwezi miji.
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sakufilms · 1 year
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dads suck ; jm
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𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist
⌁ jj maybank x reader
⌁ hiding bruises and keeping secrets is something jj knows all too well, and he wants nothing but to bring you comfort. // angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.
⌁ 2.1k words
! : gender neutral r (they/them), overly strict parent, abuse, bruises, sad jj, jj and r #bonding el oh el, swearing, not set in any specific season/time, not really edited.
✐ in anticipation for outer banks 3, i did this really quick (it’s also my very first obx fic!!). the downside: i don’t remember a lot of the small details of this show and i’m not currently able to watch it yet, so if anything seems off, that’s probably why. also, hopefully i got jj’s characterization right??
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Walking into your own home wasn't supposed to strike fear into your heart like a spreading disease, nor was it supposed to make your hands shake beyond your control, eyes darting around fearfully. It was supposed to be your safe place—your sanctuary.
The place where you were supposed to feel loved and cared for, brought you heartbreak and hurt. Any wrong move could lead to being hit or yelled at, and you hated it.
You didn't tell anyone about it, however. Instead using your smiles and laughter as a shield to keep everyone from being suspicious, fearing that maybe your Dad wasn't lying when he said if anyone hears about this, I'll make you regret it. Understand that?
You felt that same fear as you entered your house, stepping into the foyer. You had just gotten back from school, and the day had been rather uneventful as usual until something went wrong. You were a few minutes late to your third period class because your second period teacher asked you to help carry some textbooks to another classroom. It took longer than expected, however.
In the end, you weren’t even that late, you you shouldn’t have been surprised when your Dad was called about your brief absence to the class.
You wish you could say that it wouldn’t of been that big a deal, but you already know that your night was about to get a whole lot worse than the usual.
You froze in your steps, hearing your name being called from the kitchen. You couldn’t keep him waiting too long though, so your dragged yourself to the kitchen, eyes directed to the floor.
“Hi, Dad.”
Your Dad was doing the dishes, which was something that shocked you to your core. You felt rooted in place, watching as he placed a clean dinner plate onto the drying rack. It was such a simple, ordinary thing to most, but he always insisted that this was your job, along with many other chores. He’d pick out every little thing about it that you were doing wrong—even if you were doing nothing wrong at all—and he’d make you pay for it.
“Hi, sweetheart.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine. This doesn’t feel right. “How was school?”
You stayed standing where you were, shifting in place only slightly. “It was good.” You nodded. Your hands were behind your back, and you gripped them together tightly, praying that they would stop shaking.
“Really?”
You felt the pressure of the situation press down on your shoulders, threatening and hoping for your bones to crack under the intensity of it all. You nodded at him, with a light hum, not wanting your voice to waver if you spoke.
“Nothing too interesting happen today?”
You faintly shook your head.
“Well, maybe tomorrow might be more eventful, hmm?” He smiled, but it almost felt sinister. You knew it meant nothing good.
Your Dad continued to do the dishes, confusion slowly creeping up your spine. You didn’t understand.
When he reached over to put a clean cup on the rack, his hand was noticeably too far from the rack, but he let the glass fall from his fingertips anyway. You jumped slightly as the glass hit the ground, the clear shimmering glass shattering into pieces as it hit the ground. Your Dad tsked, sighing as he observed the mess he’d made with an unsettling glint in his eyes.
“Well,” he said, “looks like you’re gonna have to clean this up.”
You didn’t realize you’d frozen in place until he repeated himself louder. Like instinct, you started picking up the pieces of glass. He’d started telling you how this was all you fault that the cup broke, even though you both knew it couldn’t possibly be your fault.
“This is what you get for that call I got earlier today.”
You faltered for a moment, but kept picking up the glass.
“Are you ignoring me now?!”
You immediately shook your head, but he was having none of it. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was in your throat as he pushed you against the counter with an angry glint in his eyes.
"After everything I've done for you, and you can't even manage to get to class on time?! You'll ruin my reputation!" He yelled at you. He raised a hand, slapping you across the face. "Ungrateful.” He seethed. He raised a hand to hit you again, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong, holding you in place. He hit you again. "Worthless." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up and throwing you onto the glass covered ground. You cried lout as you hit the floor, feeling a small piece of glass pierce your cheek where your head hit the ground.
This wasn't how it usually went. He was being worse than usual. Usually, he'd hit you in places it couldn't be seen, like your ribs. It was why you'd stick to one piece swim suits. He knew where he could hurt you without people noticing. You don't know why it's different this time—whether it was a bad day at work or lack of sleep—but he didn't seem to care about where he hurt you or who would see.
He looked down on you, clearly liking how much power he had over you. He then huffed, giving you a harsh kick to the ribs. You felt the air escape from your lungs as you wheezed out at the pain, and he walked off with a scoff.
You don’t know how long you stayed there on the floor, surrounded by a halo of broken glass, your ribs and face slowly turning red and purple from the hits. You stayed long enough that the house had gone completely silent—your Dad had left.
So, you shakily pushed yourself up, gripping onto the counter for balance. It took you what felt like an unbearable amount of time to get to the front door and out the house, and you couldn’t even describe how long the walk to the château felt. With how hard your head hit the floor, you were surprised you hadn’t collapsed yet.
You dropped yourself onto the bench on the porch of the château, not having the energy to go any further.
You heard a door open, and the sound of someone lightly cursing, then your name being called. Messy blonde hair came into your view, and blue sad eyes. He said your name again.
You groaned.
“What happened? Oh, my God, you— are you— fuck.” JJ picked you up, bringing you inside. He put you on the couch gently, rushing out of the room. You almost felt bad, really. You didn’t want to put all of this pressure on him, but you didn’t know where else to go.
You weren’t as close to the pogues as everyone else in the group was, because you were a bit newer to the group. You hung out with them all the time, but you didn’t feel like you were attached at the hip quite yet.
JJ returned only a few moments later with a first aid kit. You trusted him to do a good job, because you knew he’s handled things like this before. No one really told you about JJ’s home life, but it was no secret on the island of what kind of person Luke Maybank was. They saw the state he was in, and they’d see JJ walk around with bruises, and then people’d start talking. It was easy to figure out that JJ Maybank had a hard life.
You didn’t realize he’d started tending to your wounds until you felt a sharp pain in your cheek, and JJ pulled away the piece of glass. He apologized, clearly stressed and upset, and you felt guilty again.
“What happened?” His voice caught in his throat a little when he spoke. Just because you weren’t as close with him as the rest of them were with him doesn’t mean he didn’t care. You were best friends, and the lack of having years of memories didn’t change that. You had your entire life ahead of you to make some.
You found yourself unable to speak even though you wanted to, worrying again about your Dad somehow finding out. It pained you to admit the amount of control he had over you.
But you wanted to be helped. It was a desperate, aching feeling that you carried with you in every step. Every time you spoke, the words almost fell off your tongue but then you’d falter, saying something else with a smile that you weren’t so sure was real anymore. If there was anyone to speak to, and if there was any time to do it, it was to say it to JJ right now.
“It was…” you felt like the walls were caving in on you as you had a moment where you thought he wouldn’t even believe you. There were hardly any signs of anything happening in your home before, and your Dad always looked so polite and put together.
When JJ saw your hesitance, the words dying in your mouth, he felt his worry spike. He hoped his assumption was wrong.
“My, uhm…” you held back a cry from what had happened and from the pain of JJ cleaning your wounds, “my Dad.”
The secret was finally out and into the world, and you didn’t know how to feel. You were relieved, but for some reason you couldn’t get your hands to stop shaking.
“Fuck, I—“ JJ’s heart was in his throat as he continued to clean your wounds as gently as possible. He felt like a lit candle slowly slowly dying down at your revelation. You, who was always smiling and laughing; cracking jokes with the pogues like you’d known them for years; and giving out kindness like your life depended on it… you were more like JJ than he’d initially thought.
JJ didn’t know what to say, for a moment or two. He continued to aid you, chewing on his lower lip in thought. He’d always dealt with his pain with jokes, which he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate or not. Maybe you could use a laugh right now though.
“Dad’s suck, huh?”
In your haze of tears and hurt, a small and weak laugh bubbled from your chest. “Yeah, they do.”
With some of the tension lifted off your shoulders, the next short silence that followed wasn’t so bad, more so welcomed with the knowledge that JJ believed you, and he cared about you. He didn’t outright say it, but you knew it to be true.
When he zipped up the first aid kit, placing it on the table, he then turned to you. “This uh… this been going on long?” You knew serious conversations weren’t exactly his strong suit.
You only nodded in reply.
“You can tell us anything, you know? We’re pogues, man. Whether you like it or not we’re not leaving you behind. All right?”
You nodded again, this time letting a tear slip. You put your head down, wiping it away. JJ frowned when you muttered out an apology.
“Why are you sorry?”
“For being weak.”
JJ was getting déjà vu, watching the way you cried and apologized for it. He knew the feeling of feeling weak all too well. “Crying doesn’t make you any weaker, y’know.”
Your head snapped up as you were about to protest.
“It doesn’t.” He insisted, leaning forward to show how much he meant it. “If that’s something that your dad told you, than he’s wrong. He doesn’t know shit.” JJ felt his heart cracking at the sight of more tears pooling in your waterline. “The fact that you’ve put up with this so long on your own shows how strong you are, y’know that?… you don’t have to do it on your own anymore.”
Before you knew it his arms were wrapped around you, putting you close. You cried harder at the comfort, feeling warmth blossom on your chest.
Eventually you two pulled away, and he settled for resting a hand on your shoulder.
“My head hurts.” You said, holding a hand up to your temple while blinking tiredly.
“Did you hit it off something?”
You nodded. “The floor.”
JJ suppressed his anger, instead saying, “All right, you’ll have to rest later, in case you have a concussion.” The idea of not being able to close your eyes and sleep made you internally groan, but you knew he was right.
You were grateful that JJ was the one here. Even though you’d have to face your Dad again later, right now you were content with spending the night at the château with JJ, laughing a little brighter than before.
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dw19791967 · 2 months
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That Type of Girl Part 2
Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)
Warnings: language, unrequited love, slight angst, some fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of sexy times
This is the second fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me! This part is a bit shorter but I am going to try to make the next one longer. I also attempted to make a tag list, if for some reason it is not right, please let me know!
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I was pushed up against the wall, Dean had his hands all over my body. My legs wrapped around his hips. His mouth moving against mine. “You are so gorgeous sweetheart, you have no idea how long I have wanted this.” Dean moaned against my neck.
“Me too Dean” I said breathlessly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Dean actually wanted me as much as I wanted him. He continued moving his body against mine. His mouth moving down my chest. 
Just as it was getting to the good part, I woke up in a sweat. 
Of course it was a dream. Damn it. I really needed to get laid evidently. Somehow I knew though, my mind would still drift back to Dean.
I reached over to check my phone, just after 3 am. Why do I always wake up wide awake at this time. It’s so annoying. It usually tended to happen more often when I had a lot on my mind. Of course I did currently. Dean was in a bad place mentally. Sam was better at coping with things like this.
Dean has always been so hard on himself. I tried to mend Dean’s pieces back together as best as I knew how. Making sure he had all his favorite things. He told me to stop buying him stuff, even though he did appreciate it greatly. I tended to shower the ones I loved with gifts. I was never a physically affectionate person until I really trusted someone and knew they cared about me. I have been that way ever since I was little. For some reason it was easy for me with the boys though. When we met, I felt like I had known them for a lifetime. 
I decided since I was up, I would head to the bathroom and maybe try to catch up on some research. As I made my way into the library, I noticed a light was already on. There was Dean with his head down on the table snoring softly. I smiled to myself. He looked so peaceful, I enjoyed moments like this. I could stare freely without him seeing. As I walked closer, Dean shifted. Please dear lord let him keep sleeping. He started to stir. Damn it.
“Hey Dean, I think you should head to bed” I patted his arm lightly.
“What time is it?” he mumbled back. Head still down on the table.
“Just after 3” I stated.
“Why and the hell are you up this early?” He finally sat up. Bed head sprawled all over, his eyes adjusting to the room. 
“Couldn’t sleep” I moved to sit across from him.
“Nightmare?” he asked.
Oh Dean, my sweet Dean if you only knew what I was dreaming. I would die before that happens though.
“Nah, just a lot on my mind ya know?” I better come up with something better than that, he tends to want to know more details then I am willing to give.
“Yeah I get it …. you know I’m always here if you want to talk about it” he stated with a small smile.
I’m surprised he doesn’t ask me for the details. He must be really exhausted.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I replied. 
We sat there in comfortable silence. Sure, I would love to open up to him about how I feel but knew no matter what I said or how I said it, it would end by me being devastated, having to pack my bags, and never seeing the boys again. And that is something I am definitely not ok with. So I hide my feelings, I bury them deep inside. I keep hoping the longer I do it, the easier it will get but that hasn’t happened so far.
“I guess I better try to get some shut eye, Sammy said he found a case last night so we are heading out first thing in the AM. You should probably head back to bed too sweetheart” he stretched as he stood up.
“Yeah, I doubt I will be able to fall back asleep though, I’m just gonna try to catch up on some research. You go get some much deserved rest though!” I gave him a small smile.
He winked at me, “I’m sure as hell gonna try” he started heading to his room.
My cheeks are definitely red.
Damn him for making me feel like a pile of mush. 
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“So what are we thinking, Demons?” Dean was driving, Sam shotgun, and of course I was sprawled out in the backseat.
“I mean maybe man, I am not entirely sure. All the victims have been women, and they have been tortured. But the weirdest part is all of them were only missing for a day.” Sam was reading over the case files.
“Why the hell would they only want them for a day?” Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror. I honestly had no idea why they would do that. Usually Demons like to take their time and keep their victims for longer, unless they were on a timeline.
After we arrived in the small town, Sam went to the morgue and the police station. Dean and I stayed back to look over the case files closer.
“I mean this is just weird, why keep them for such a short time? The only thing I can think of is they want to up the victim count.” I looked at Dean. Of course he was more experienced than me with things like this. I had always stuck to re-search up until I turned 16.
I was raised a hunter like Sam and Dean, but my dad was always protective of me. He never wanted me out in the field. I think he also worried about how well I would do since I was overweight. He never said it but of course I could tell that was part of the problem. 
“I mean maybe, why pick five victims in the same town though? Why not move on ? Unless they like the risk of hunting on the same ground.” he moved from the bed to sit at the table.
“Could be. I’m at a loss.” I massaged my head. I could feel a migraine coming on. I usually got them when I was stressed, and here lately I am always stressed.
“Ok, I think I’ve figured it out.” Sam walked back into our motel room. “So all the victims attended the same church, so I think that is where we need to start. The victims did have sulfur under their fingernails. All of them were single, lived alone, and worked at different places.”
“A demon choosing victims at a church? That is just wrong in so many ways. So what is the plan?” I closed my laptop.
“Well Y/N since you asked” Sam grinned at me. Great, I know what he is going to say next.
“You want me to go to the church and see what I can find out?” they could definitely tell I did not think this was a great idea, I never had a good poker face.
“I think that is our best bet, I mean you are a woman and you also happen to be single. I think it’s best if you talk to some of the other women and find out what you can. They are having a small gathering tonight to pray for the victims and their families” Sam looked at me like this was no big deal.
“Is Y/N being bait seriously the best option?” Dean never did like me being bait. I assumed it was because he thought I couldn’t hold my own, but he just told me it was because he liked knowing I had back up. Whatever.
“I mean yeah Dean unless you can magically change into a woman it’s all I got, plus it’s not like you and I won’t be there. We will just keep to the sidelines. Y/N is more than capable of handling this.” Sam said this with so much confidence, glad someone believes in me. 
“Yeah Dean, it will be fine” I looked at him with a small smile. I am a firm believer in fake it till ya make it so the more I tell myself everything will be fine, I’m sure it will be. 
“Alright, let’s head out I guess. At least there will be single chicks there.” Dean winked at me.
I feel a pit in my stomach.
Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.
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devilsjacket · 1 year
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Somethings on my mind and it’s you !
Pre villain!Touya Todoroki x male reader
warning(s): mentions of scars, mentions of Endeavor, kissing, hugs, short fic, drabble
summary: Touya can’t take his mind off you and decides to make it known when he visits you after school
A/n: sorry if this isn’t as accurate as it should be I’m like NOT caught up with MHA :( Ik what happens but I haven’t necessarily watched it so I gotta catch up lol. Also you can imagine your ages as whatever you want it’s never specified but I’d say you’re both 15 ish.
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You sighed, stuffing your things into your backpack as you got ready to leave the stuffy classroom, it was way too hot on a Monday afternoon, however you were excited that summer was finally creeping around the corner. The thought of eventually not having to get up so early to go to school was amazing, exciting even, holidays were always your favourite thing. Also the thought of spending more time with Touya was more than exciting, no words could describe how nice that sounded, sitting in the grass as the sun kissed both of your skins. Turning it a nice brown the longer you stayed outside, making things for each other, memories, good memories. Blocking out everyone until it was only you two left on earth. It sounded like heaven.
You walked out of the school with heavy eyes, tiredness trying to scoop you up into its arms already even though you were attempting to make your way home, without face planting onto the pavement and falling asleep. You sighed again, stopping for a moment and rubbing your eyes, not noticing the rather scruffy boy next to you “sleepy, hm?” The voice spoke, deep voice making you jolt upwards, it was recognisable and as soon as you looked to your side you knew exactly who it was, Touya. A part of you wondered how he was allowed at this time, usually his father wouldn’t allow him to be out in the afternoon on weekdays due to training, maybe the schedule had changed. You smiled and gave the boy a hug, noticing a new bandage around his arm, it only made you hug him tighter, you really hated his quirk.
Despite it upsetting you, you knew not to comment on it just yet, it wouldn’t be the best conversation starter anyways. Touya hummed into your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your cologne before you pulled away, he already missed the scent even though it had only been a few seconds, “yeah- I am. School was shit today” you spoke quietly before continuing your walk now with your boyfriend beside you. School was always shit but today was and exceptionally bad, for no particular reason either, you just weren’t really happy this Monday. Touya looked at you for a moment before humming and kicking a small rock “you ok now though?” He asked holding your hand, running his thumbs over your knuckles as a form of comfort “are you?” You countered looking at his bandage.
Touya frowned and paused “yeah- doesn’t matter”
“It matters to me” you said almost immediately after, whenever he was hurt you knew something bad had happened, or he was trying to hard to impress his father. Training was something Endeavor took a little too seriously and Touya was someone who never wanted to fail his dad. A moment of silence passed and you knew getting an answer wasn’t going to be easy so you decided not to push the conversation further until he answered you, mean maybe but you just wanted the best for him.
Touya sighed and squeezed your hand “it’s probably gonna scar, I trained too hard today” he finally spoke after what felt like forever, you exhaled and nodded, you knew it already but hearing it form your boyfriend was even more upsetting, there was now a tension between you both and you pulled Touya off the path to your home and to a very shady alleyway. Even though holding hands was fine in front of people you didn’t want them to see you comforting your boyfriend, especially not people from your school.
Touya gave you a confused look but went with it and found love in the slightly large hand that caressed his cheek, something so loving made him almost melt, he wasn’t used to it at all. You pressed your foreheads together, curse Endeavor for being such an asshole, you wished you could do more to help but Touya told you that the fact you were his boyfriend was enough, enough to keep him sane. You felt his breath on your face, warm and almost making your nose sweat, you smiled, moments like these were your favourite, but they never usually took place in a gross alleyway.
“Can I kiss you?” You asked softly, you always asked permission before doing things like that, especially when it came to touching Touya, you didn’t want to hurt him or anything. A small, breathy laugh fell from the others lips as he smiled, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours “of course you can” he whispered and that’s all the confirmation you needed before you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and soft, you didn’t want to rush things, the warmth in your chest blossoming as if you were a tree in spring time. Touyas face heated up and you weren’t sure if it was his quirk or the fact he was blushing but either way it didn’t matter, you were still causing it to happen.
When you both pulled away there was a lingering heat between you both, causing slight discomfort but neither of you decided to move, the summer weather wasn’t helping either however. You smiled, pinching his red cheeks being mindful of the small scar forming there, he giggled and pressed his forehead against your chest, “I love you” he spoke, inhaling that faint cheap cologne once again.
“I love you more” you said back, hand running through his spiky hair. Sometimes you wondered how you got so lucky.
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