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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Married FemReader One shot Part 2

TW: Smutolicous, Smut-o-Rama, Smut, NSFW, Dubious Consent, Cheating, Squirting, Toys, Insults, Idk what else. Don't try this at home unless, but if you do I want to hear about it.

Thanks to @loveshotzz & @myobmaya who feed my Eddie brain rot.

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The screen door of your trailer whines as you push it open. Stepping out into humid air, it slams closed behind you with a loud whhhacck. Your eyes crinkle at the edges as you watch with amusement as a blonde with a ponytail and perky tits storms out of Eddie's trailer. He follows right behind her, bare-chested in a pair of sweats, throwing his hand in the air.

"Oh. Come on."

"Screw you!" She screams at him over her shoulder as she gets in her car and drives off. He stands with his hands on hips, watching her drive down the road. With your arms crossed, you saunter across the street to chat with your neighbor.

"Another satisfied customer?" You ask, coming to a stop beside him.

"Hardly," he says, watching her car kick up a cloud of dust as it heads down the road.

"What's the matter? You couldn't get her off?" He squares up to you, standing closer than considered polite.

"Actually," he drops his voice. "I was fucking her face, and I called out your name when I shot my load down her throat. I didn't come half as hard as I did with you."

"I'm flattered," you say, hooking your thumbs in your back pockets, and pushing out your chest to show him how hard your nipples just got.

"Did you get that thing yet?" Running your tongue over your teeth, you shake your head from side to side.

"Why not? You know you'll like it."

"I'm still thinking about it. What are you going to get out of it?"

"Don't worry about me, Sweetheart." He tucks some hair behind your ear. "Trailer trash pussy is my new bad habit." Your smile fades, and your face heats up at his insult. He catches your wrist before you can walk away.

"Get it. I'll meet you after work the day after tomorrow." Pulling your wrist out of his grip, you scoff at his audacity.

"You'll do it. We both know you like it when I tell you what to do. Shit, you're probably wet right now." He's right; you can feel your underwear stuck in between your damp folds. Moving closer, you push up on your toes, getting in his face.

"Fuck. You." You emphasize every syllable.

"Oh, Sweetheart. I know you'll be a good girl and do what you're told. I would hate to tell your husband about our playtime." His lips take on a cocky smirk that perfectly matches his tone.

"You think he would believe you over me. You're fucking delusional." You start walking across the road, but he stops you cold with his words.

"What about when I tell him about that little birthmark you have on the inside of your thigh, or maybe I should describe the exact color of your nipples. Do you think he would believe me then?"

Spinning around, you give him a furious look, but he just grins.

"I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Oh, and Sweetheart, wear something pretty."

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The cool material of your peach silk teddy glides over your hot skin as you open the door of room number seven with a strap falling off one shoulder. He has his hands on either side of the door frame, blocking the exit like he thinks you might run away. He's trying to look unaffected, but the way he's swallowing gives him away. His cropped band tee shows off the trail of hair that leads into his sweatpants, and it's your turn to swallow.

"Very nice, Sweetheart. Sexy."

Wordlessly, you turn away from him and move further into the room. His hand comes down hard on your ass as the door clicks shut.

"Jesus, Eddie, that hurt. Keep your hands to yourself." The soft silk soothes your skin when you rub your hand over your backside.

"Come on, don't ruin all the fun." He takes a seat on top of the desk.

"Fun? Is that what we're doing here? I thought we were here to fuck." Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you lean back with your hands flat on the bed behind you.

"We'll get to that. Did you get it?"

Cocking your head to the side, you flick your eyes toward the black shopping bag beside him on the desk.

"How did you feel buying it? Did you like everyone in the store knowing what you will do with it?"

Using your arms, you slide back on the bed and rub your thigh together.

"You better start giving me your words, Sweetheart. Or I'm gonna think of a better use for your mouth." He warns, picking up the bad and looking inside.

"It made my pussy wet. I hope everyone in there thought about me using it. I hope they got off picturing me coming. But I wasn't as wet as I am now."

"Show me." His eyes are dark, and the bulge in sweats is starting to grow.

He can see the slick wetness glistening on your thighs as soon as you stand. Pushing the thin straps off your shoulders, the teddy slips down your body, ghosting over your hard nipples before pooling around your ankles. You let him look his fill before returning to the bed and spreading your legs, showing him your drenched cunt.

"Jesus Christ. If you were mine, I wouldn't let you leave the house until I fucked your pussy raw." He reaches for the bag. "Cute," he says, pulling the hot pink dildo out of the bag.

"It's not as pretty as yours or as big. It's a shame. You'll never be inside me." His lips twist angrily as he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head before toeing off his shoes and socks.

"Lie down in the middle of the bed and spread your legs."

Pleased with yourself, you scoot your body to the center of the bed. Lying flat on your back, knees bent, you let your legs fall open. The cool air on your wet pussy has you clenching on nothing and rolling your hips while anticipating his next move. He watches you move as a small wet spot forms on his tented sweats. The side of the bed dips when he sits on the edge, one leg bent on the mattress, the other extended straight, his foot flat on the floor. Those chocolate eyes roam your body appreciatively. He reaches out his hand slowly, and you suck in a breath as his calloused fingers make contact with the skin of your shoulder. They smooth a path down your arm until he covers the top of your hand with his. He moves your joined hands until the pads of your fingers reach your slick heat. His hand never leaves yours as it moves through your folds. The feeling of the sides of his fingers brushing your puffy labia is even more intense than your fingers hitting your aching clit.

"What are you doing? You can't touch me." Your breathy voice is hardly a protest.

"Relax," He says, pressing down a little harder. "I'm just touching your hand, helping you get ready. It's the neighborly thing to do, after all. Let me make it good for you."

"I didn't know that mattered to you."

"Of course it does. I can make it really good if you quit acting like a brat." His fingers are getting coated with your wetness. "Or don't. I'm fucking this cunt either way."

Your eyes flick to the dildo in his other hand. He sets it down on the bed near your head. Swallowing hard, you run your eyes over it, imagining him forcing it inside you.

"Fuck, you just got even wetter. Don't worry, Baby. We are going to take this nice and slow." He pulls your hand away from your pussy and folds your glistening fingers so only your pointer finger is the one extended. Still covered by his, he brings it to your throbbing entrance. Pushing your finger inside, he slides his back to your knuckle, careful not to enter you. He moves your finger in and out, but it's too shallow, too small, and you ache to be filled. Moaning and thrusting your hips upward, the tip of his finger breaches your needy hole.

"Please, Eddie. I need more." You plead, already teetering on the edge of orgasm, and you've barely been touched. It's his fingertip dipping in and out of you. Knowing with just a flick of his wrist or a hard thrust of your hips would have him inside you. Where you want him. Just the thought has your insides fluttering.

"I know you do, Sweetheart. I'm going to help you." Reaching over your head, he takes the dildo in his other hand. Seeing him holding it makes you cry out. With a cocky smirk, he moves it toward your pussy. He gently rubs the head through your folds, bumping your fingers and driving them deeper. He taps the toy against your clit, and an electric shock runs through your body.

"Fuck. Yes. Please." You beg, but he pulls it away. It's dripping with your juices. "I want to taste you so bad. Can I?"

"Hmm. Yes." Writhing on the bed, you try not to thrust your hips, knowing the move would push him in deeper. Instead of licking the silicone, he smears it across your nipple. Before your lust-fogged brain calculates his intention. He dives for your tit, sucking in as much as possible, his teeth gently close on you as his tongue swirls over your nipple.

"Eddie." Your hips fly off the mattress, you're coming. It hits you hard, your whole body shaking. As the aftershocks make your muscles clench, you realize your fingers aren't in your pussy. You have a death grip on his wrist. It's his finger swirling inside you. His teeth scrape your breast before catching just your nipple, biting down harder before releasing with a pop.

"You do taste good. Sorry, Sweetheart, I guess I broke the rules a little, although you don't seem to mind." He wiggles the finger you still have shoved inside you. Blood pounds in your ears as you pull his hand out and turn your red face away from him. He chuckles at your anger. "Well, that's one. I haven't decided how many times you'll come before I let you go."

"Lucky me. Too bad you'll just end up coming in your pants. A little pathetic, don't you think?"

"I can understand why that would disappoint you. We both know how much you love being covered in my cum."

Switching the toy to his dominant hand, he trails it over your cheek and across your breasts before running it through your folds. Shamelessly, you grind yourself against it.

"I'm tired of this game. You want me to come? I'll come, and then I'll leave, and you can jerk off all alone."

"Well, we better get to it then," he says as he angles the head of the toy at your entrance, slowly pushing it in. He watches as the shaft disappears into your tight hole.

"Oh god," you moan as you stretch around it, feeling its ridges drag against your inner walls. He pushes it in until its base is just outside your entrance and then pulls it out equally as slowly.

"It's already covered in your cum." His eyes are wide with fascination, and he adjusts his hard cock. Licking your lips as you watch him palm himself, you sneak a hand to lazily circle your clit. He shoves the dildo in hard, and it steals your breath. "None of that. I'm the one who's going to make you come." He fucks you hard. "Take your hand off your cunt." Sliding your fingers across your clit one last time, you let your hand drop to your side. "Good Girl." He slows his movements, pushing the toy in with one finger and allowing your muscles to push it back out again. The slow tease is excruciating, and a few tears of frustration run down your cheeks. He rubs his dick over his pants. "Your so fucking wet. I bet it's enough that this rubber cock would slide right in that tight ass. What do you think, Sweetheart? Want to find out?"

"No."

"No?" He's moving faster, timing it with the hand that strokes his cock. "You would look so pretty with your ass up in the air, this pink toy shoved inside, while your cunt drips. God, I could lay right under you and let your juice drip in my mouth." Little whimpers pass your lips, and your hands move to your breasts, roughly tugging your nipples. He starts crawling over you, his hand still working between your legs. "That's what really gets you off, isn't it? Knowing how much I want you. All the filthy things I want to do to you. Why don't you be a good girl and just give in." His face is just inches from yours, holding himself off you with one hand while slowly fucking the dildo into you over and over.

"I don't fucking want you," you spit out, still rubbing at your tits. He chuckles darkly.

"Oh, Sweetheart, now you're a liar and a whore." He drops his hips and starts grinding, using his pelvis to fuck the toy into you. Lacing his finger with yours, he brings your joined hands up beside your head, holding you down while he thrusts. "Tell me how good this feels." He looks into your eyes, watching you pant and gasp.

"It feels so good. I love this cock inside me. It feels so much fucking better than you ever would."

"I'd feel a lot better than your limp-dick husband. Who won't even fuck you." He lets go of your hand to grab your tit, giving it a light slap before rolling your nipple. "My dick would wreck your cunt. I'd fill you with my cum and send you home to him with it dripping down your legs."

"Please. Please…Eddie." All you can do is babble and claw at his back while bucking your hips desperately, trying to get more friction with the toy.

"That's what you want. You want me to fuck all of your holes until they are overflowing with my cum. I'd eat it out of your cunt just so I could fill you up again. Tell me, that's what you want?" His words have you on the edge, but it's not enough.

"No. I don't want it. I don't want you." But your free hand starts pushing down his sweats until his cock is free; you can feel it dripping on you.

"You can't fucking have me."

He reaches between you and pulls out the toy. Clenching on nothing, you whine at your sudden emptiness. Grabbing his cock you line it up at your entrance. As soon as his head is at your needy hole, he thrusts inside, filling you to the hilt. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out; your walls are stretched more than ever before, instantly sending you over the edge; you come hard on his cock. He lets out a long groan at the feeling of your pussy milking him.

He gives you no time to recover before he starts driving into you, deep and hard. He hits something in you no one's ever found before. It's too much. Something builds in your belly. He lets go of your other hand and pushes your knees up to your ribs.

"Eddie, stop," you stutter even as your hands move to his ass, pulling him into you harder.

"I can't, Sweetheart. I don't know if I will ever be able to stop fucking your tight cunt." He grips the headboard, his knuckles white, his arms and chest muscles flexing. He fucks into you, snapping his hips hard, his pubic bone hitting your clit on the upstroke. You can't hold back anymore, moaning; your pussy gushes around him.

"Holy..fu..Jesus H. Christ, you're squirting all over me." Your muscles are so tight, but he fucks you right through it, and more and more of your juice splashes him. His movements are becoming erratic. One hand releases the headboard to wildly rub at your clit.

"Fuck. No. Eddie. I can't. Please." You cry, tears running down your face.

"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you so full." Your legs are still shaking, and your senses are overloaded. He roars, and you can feel his hot cum starting to fill you. Your orgasm has never ended. It feels violent, you have absolutely no control, your cunt pulses as you moan and whine. He pulls out, your mixed cum dripping off his dick. His mouth goes right to your raw clit, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. Shooting up, you kick and push until he's off you before rolling to your side, tucking your legs up, closing your eyes, catching your breath, and twitching through the aftershocks.

He lies behind you, panting, stroking his softening dick. Gently, he rubs your slit, spreading the cum as it drips out. With a contented sigh, you cover his hand with yours, encouraging him to play in your folds.

"Eddie, are you ever going to kiss me?"

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I can't have you falling in love with me."

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mannerofwhump · 2 years

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Just run and run and run

Whumptober day 2 - nowhere to run | cornered | caged | confrontation

content: villain whump, (probably) failed escape attempt

tell me if i missed anything

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Villain dashed across the hallways, searching searching searching for an exit. They didn’t even know where they were anymore, the compound enough of a labyrinth that the only chance they had to have any clue where they were were if they’d studied the layout in advance. Which they hadn’t. It occurred to Villain that an escape attempt like they were doing right now was probably the reason it was designed the way it was. But that didn’t stop them from trying. They had to find a way out, they had to.

Hallway after hallway, they found more hallways, more doors, more rooms to get lost in. Villain didn’t even know if they were back where they started. Couldn’t even tell.

It didn’t help when they remembered the tracking chip Hero had planted in them.

Just run just run just run, Villain repeated in their head, like a mantra. You can worry about everything else later, but for now just run.

Suddenly, they skid to a stop. Why did this place have dead ends? They were turning around when…

“Damn, you’re pretty good at not finding dead ends, you know that? I’ve been waiting for you to get yourself stuck in one for the longest time. Much easier than chasing you around everywhere, don’t you think?”

Hero leaned against the wall, smiling, as if they were old friends catching up instead of old enemies, one about to be caught by the other. Villain inhaled sharply. No! Hero can’t be here already! They had hoped… well, they had hoped to escape, even though the chance was so slim. They’d thought they’d be able to make it.

Hope was a fickle thing. There, and then gone. There, and then taken away.

They tried to stop their trembling—ineffectively—and mustered a wobbly grin. “Maybe you should stop chasing after me like a deranged fangirl altogether.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Yes, Villain would like that very much, actually.

They didn’t answer.

Hero stepped closer, and closer, and closer. Villain grin fell completely, and they backed themself against the wall. Their breaths came quicker and quicker, until they barely felt as if they were getting any air at all. Their lungs burned, and so did their eyes.

“St-stop.”

Hero did not.

“Aw, scared of a little fangirl? The big bad villain can do better than that, I hope.”

Villain sobbed, words failing them as they slowly fell to the ground, their nightmare approaching them.

“Tell you what”—Villain looked up at Hero—“I’ll give you five more minutes to find your way out. Wouldn’t that be fun?” They could hear the amusement dripping from Hero’s voice.

Their eyes widened, tear tracks shining in the hallway lights. They could do that. They could work with that. They had to do it.

Villain scrambled to stand up shakily, eyeing Hero. They inched closer to the end of the hallway, closer to Hero, breath held. Then they were inching away from Hero, freedom closer but still so far away. Then they ran. Villain did not look back, didn’t need to. They had five minutes and they intended to use it.

Hope was a fickle thing, indeed.

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Gotta go fast!

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 years

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Janus’s 100% Foolproof Five-Step Plan To Win Patton’s Heart

Step 1: Insert Ourselves Into His Life

The Plan, • , Step 2, Step 3, Step 4, Step 5, Profit

My Best Friend’s Brother (read this first, or don’t, I’m not your mother)

Word Count: 449

Rating: Teen

Pairings: established Anxceitmus, eventual Intrumoxieceit 💚💙💜💛

Warnings: swearing, Remus being Remus

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Remus skipped up to the door of the Morales household, completely aware, but impudently ignoring the two pairs of eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. Since Patton was the most familiar with Remus, it was decided that Remus would invite him to go to the mall with the three of them, so J-anus and Virgin were waiting in the car. Remus of course had rolled the windows down for them (it was summer in Florida; Remus wasn’t a monster!).

He rang the doorbell for only a second or two longer than necessary, suppressing the urge to keep pressing it until he got a response, he needed to make a good impression after all (ignoring the fact that he’s been to Patton’s house before and was obnoxious each and every time he came to pick up Roman). It wasn’t long before Patton’s mom was answering the door.

“Oh! Hello, Remus. I’m surprised to see you.”

“Hi Mrs. Morales! Is Patton here?” Remus asked, giving her his best, most innocent smile.

“I’m sorry dear, but he just left. He said he was heading to your house; I’m surprised he didn’t text you first.”

Well… Remus hadn’t thought of that. He pulled his phone out to find that he did indeed have a text from Patton. Whoopsie doodles.

“Oops,” Remus grinned sheepishly. “Guess I’ll go meet him at my house. Thanks Mrs. Morales!”

“Goodbye, Remus!”

Remus skipped all the way back to the car, ignoring the suspicious looks Janny-Jan and Virgie-poo were shooting at him through the open windows.

“Well?” Janus asked impatiently as soon as Remus opened the car door.

“Pat-a-doodle-doo went to my house,” Remus replied, starting the car. “He texted me earlier.”

“Remus!” Virgil hissed.

“Proving we listen to him is on the list!”

“Yeah, but it’s step three,” Remus waved him off. “How was I supposed to know you meant listen to him now?”

“Because that’s how a relationship works!” Janus fired back. “Any relationship!”

“We’re so screwed!” Virgil whined, throwing his hood over his head and sinking down as far in his seat as he dared while simultaneously being afraid of the car getting into an accident.

“Chill, guys, we’ll just go meet him at my house!”

Patton was not at Remus’s house when they got there, instead, Remus found another text waiting for him on his phone.

From Daddy Kink @ 11:03am: Your mom said you were gone for the day. Guess I should have texted you sooner 😅

From Daddy Kink @ 11:03am: Maybe we can hangout tomorrow? Idk text me back

From Daddy Kink @11:03am: Only if you want to though. If you don’t that’s cool too

“Hehe… oops.”

“REMUS!”

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Currently my thought is that it’ll be formulated like a 5+1, each part will probably be pretty short (who knows, not me), might change the formatting and length a little before I post on AO3 (once again, who knows, I’m barely in charge here)

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suzuki-violin-school · 2 years

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Unfortunate Habit

"A quick-witted pirate always ready with a gag to lighten the mood. He's more than just a joker, though--he's also a gifted pilot, and fiercely ambitious. Indeed, he likes to talk himself up as a successor to Batu Bakugo. Has an unfortunate habit of being struck by lightning." [Ni No Kuni II: Citizen Almanac]

Here is my entry for @suyacho 's Ghibli Collab! The lightning thing was just too perfect to ignore

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Content: Ni No Kuni 2 fandomswap, khunbish!kaminari, planes and flying, lightning, not really any actual religious stuff but I do mention the old god so religion trigger warning?? Idk. Also bad words but Bakugo's there so we been knew

“How low can you dive?”

“In… Like, in water?”

“No, you stupid frog, in the canyon.”

“Hey!” Kaminari protested, cringing at Y/n’s words. “Don’t call me a frog! I don’t want to think about that!”

“Then don’t be stupid,” Y/n suggested. “Anyway. Fifty guilders I can dive lower than you.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t be stupid’? You know that’s my defining character trait,” Kaminari bragged, flicking one of his dangly earrings and listening to the spritely wind chime noise it made.

“Yeah, and that’s not a good thing,” Y/n stated flatly.

“Uh- Well, I’m not really supposed to do any tricks for a while since I was hit again,” Kaminari admitted. “That mermaid healer and the human one and the dog one and Boss said not to fly unless absolutely necessary until the storm passes.”

“Boss told you not to fly?” Y/n asked, appalled. “Since when does Bakugo give a shit? You get hit by lightning all the time and he’s never cared before.”

Kaminari shrugged exaggeratedly.

“How should I know? He hardly talks to me if he’s not berating me for being dumb with Sero,” he said. “Speaking of, where is Sero?”

“I think he’s in Evermore,” Y/n said. She rolled her eyes, speaking mockingly. “The Great and Marvelous Righteous King Deku called for him, I think.”

“What?! Sero left without me and I can’t fly after him?!” Kaminari wailed.

“What if I fly and you just sit behind me?” Y/n suggested. “Boss didn’t say no to that, right?”

“No, but that still counts as flying, right?” Kaminari said timidly. “Never cross the boss, he almost took my head off with his bare hands last time I did.”

“Snakes eat frogs,” Y/n stated, shrugging as she stepped out of the small home-hole they were in. She walked over to the edge of the wooden platform and just grinned at Kaminari as she jumped off.

“Oi! You- Dumb- Huh? Y/n!”

Panicked, he ran down the spiral ramp leading up to the home, racing across the clay bridge and then running down the ramp on the other side of the base. To his- not quite delight, Y/n was perfectly fine. She’d landed on top of a pile of crates and was now climbing down, brushing off Ashido who was ever in awe of the gall and audacity Y/n carried with pride.

Y/n waved him over as she walked towards all the winged crafts at the cliff just waiting to be abused in the air. The both of them froze when they noticed the boss coming down the spiral ramp next to Y/n, and Kaminari skittered close to her, staring at Bakugo who was staring right back at him.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked, accusation so clear in his voice that it was drawing everyone’s attention- Not that that was entirely unusual, however.

“He’s not flying,” Y/n said quickly, cutting Kaminari off before he had a chance to speak. “We’re just going to Evermore to reunite the idiot and Sero.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he grumbled. “Don’t die, and I’m not paying the healers again if you get all fucked up, Sparky.”

“Yes, Boss,” Kaminari said dejectedly. He walked over to Y/n’s plane, dragging his feet through the dirt the whole way. “‘M not gonna get you killed.”

“Well, Sero’s come back maimed after riding with you a few times,” Y/n said. “But I’m the best flyer in this damn place, and I’ve dodged lightning before.”

“Really?! How?!”

“If I told you all my secrets, I’d never beat you in a diving contest again!” Y/n said, offended. “Get in the bird, dummy, we have a thunderstorm to get through.”

“To answer your question, pretty damn low,” Kaminari said, climbing awkwardly into Y/n’s plane, barely a different size than his own but unfamiliar nonetheless. “Knowing you, I would’ve lost the bet, but against Sero? I’m a shoe-in! Maybe even against the Boss.”

“Bakugo doesn’t do tricks,” Y/n said, grabbing the tail of her plane and pushing it closer to the cliff. “The damn Cloud Snake is too busy dealing with the Great Majesty Ruler of the World King Deku. And you’re underestimating Sero, the man’s a pretty decent flyer. He hasn’t fallen out of the air nearly as much as you.”

“No one has,” Kaminari said proudly.

“Hold on tight,” Y/n said, gripping the tail tightly in one hand as she tipped the plane off the cliff. She let herself fall with it, grabbing one of its still wings to jump around into the cockpit. She had her hands on the steering rod before Kaminari even had a chance to scream about how he was freefalling into giant wyvern-infested stalagmites.

“Why do you always do that?!” He shrieked, voice barely carrying over the loud wind as Y/n pushed the stick forward, speeding up as she rounded the god’s spine to aim the craft towards the Heartlands.

“What, have fun?” Y/n cried back, laughing at her friend’s panic.

“Most people make the wings flap before they jump off a cliff, you know!”

“Shut up, the storm’s coming up,” Y/n said seriously, pulling the steer back to slow down as clouds rolled in to hide the sun. The first few drops of rain on her nose were cold, but Kaminari seemed focused on something else.

“Get going already, lightning’ll hit you in the face if you’re just sitting here like this!”

“Wh- Well, that’s why you always get hit by lightning,” Y/n realized. “You try to outrun it, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah!” Kaminari said, wiping rain-soaked bangs away from his eyes. “Duh!”

“That’s not how you play the game,” Y/n said, shaking her head and sending water flying from her hair as she did. She put her other hand on the steering rod, grasping it tightly with both hands. “Hold onto the sides, and if you fall out, too bad.”

Kaminari gripped the handles on the inside of the plane tightly- He knew from experience; If Y/n tells you to hold onto something, fucking do it.

Y/n had reprimanded him for trying to outrun lightning, but she herself wasn’t moving any slower either. She twisted the craft to the left harshly, rolling over in the air and barely dodging silent lightning as it struck the spot they’d just been in. Not even a second later, the ear-splitting roar of thunder rattled their heads, though Kaminari seemed used to it.

Y/n didn’t pause, though, slamming the stick full throttle at the same time she kicked the floor of the little plane, knocking the plane both down and forward as she sped up. She dived low in the canyon, looping around the rock arch in Snaketooth Ridge (lightning struck the lake as they passed over it), ducking through the ravine (lightning almost caused a landslide that would’ve crushed them), twisting through the bones of the god’s tail as the mountains faded behind them- The only reason lightning hadn’t followed them there was the lingering protection in the old god’s bones, but Kaminari was certain lightning would’ve struck His spine and His ribs would’ve collapsed around them and knocked them out of the air.

The storm passed them by as they soared into and over the plains, and Y/n had never been so glad to be blinded by the sun's reflection on her plane’s metal.

“So, how do you get struck by lightning even when it’s sunny like this?” She asked, pulling the steer back so they weren’t going so fast they couldn’t hear each other. One hand at a time, she let go of the stick to shake rain droplets from her fingertips.

“I wish I knew,” Kaminari said, finally relaxing his grip on the plane and shrugging. He sighed, just relishing in the way the breeze tried to dry his hair. “D’you think Sero’s worried about me?”

“No,” Y/n said flatly. “You might be two halves of the same chaotic entity, but he’s still two halves of one damn good person without you. Without him, you’re just… Well, you’re a frog.”

“Stop calling me a frog!” Kaminari wailed. “It’s not like I asked for it! I never wanted to be shot in the first place, let alone turned into a stupid little amphibian trying to hop my way through the canyon!”

Y/n snorted.

“Y’know, I think the chief consul still has a bag of those froggie pills somewhere in his office…” Y/n mused, grinning. “I mean, we’re already headed to the palace of the Great Wonderful Amazing King Deku, it’s a three minute detour down one of the halls to the right-”

“No more frogs!”

“Jeez. You get turned into a frog one time and lose all sense of humor related to amphibians.”

Kaminari huffed as the kingdom of Evermore came over the horizon, domed castle waving its flags as if to welcome them.

“I wonder why the king wanted to see Sero in the first place,” Kaminari wondered aloud. “I mean, without me, he’s just another pirate.”

“Well, I’m sure the Marvelous King Deku has his reasons-”

A blinding white light flashed before their eyes, followed immediately by the loud rumble of very close thunder, then followed by a crash, burn, bang as Y/n’s plane tumbled from the sky, wings smoking, landing loudly and ungracefully amid, ironically, The Ruins.

Y/n groaned, still in the cockpit though she’d been thrown backward into Kaminari’s lap.

“…How the hell are you an actual walking -and flying- lightning rod?”

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Hi:)

first of all i wanted to say that i really love all of your writing and i can't wait for the next update in the lawyer fic! honestly the updates are kinda the highlight of my week (kinda sad ngl that fanfic updates are the highlight of my week, even when their really good). anyway i thought of some prompts for you/one shots anyway so feel free to alter them/pick and choose or not do any at all so no pressure

1. ok so this one takes place after the gaea war and i thought it would be cool for percy and annabeth to like talk straight forward about the whole "i love you" stuff because even though they said it to each other before it was all at like different times and they were caught up in the war so i thought it would be cool for them to forward address that. anyway so i imagined like there was a campfire and after they say gn to each other butttt then annabeth comes to percy's cabin and they talk about it and maybe some ✨stuff✨ happens after that

2. ok so this one also takes place after the gaea war and i just thought it be cute if like percy and annabeth swam in the lake together after everyone has gone to bed but idk cause that could turn smutty and idk if your up for writing something like that now

3. ok this one is completely innocent--so once percy and annabeth get to new rome and are all settled in i thought it would just be cute if they like went on a walk or percy showed annabeth the whole fountain street he talked about in MoA and then the day ended w percy's head in annabeth lap in a park while annabeth is reading and they are just being adorable little cuties together

anway so that's it and again feel free to do any or none at all and also alter them if ya want :)

hi! sorry for the wait, thank you for all the prompts. I decided to mix two of your ideas together: percabeth settling into new rome, and a conversation about consent. this ended up being much longer than planned.

also, i literally could not remember how new rome was described in the books and i was too lazy to re-read SoN or MoA, so let's just pretend this is accurate.

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Annabeth grunted, the sharp edge of the bedside table digging into her stomach as she reached down to plug in the lamp. She fumbled with the outlet, bent over, just barely succeeding in slipping the two prongs into place and watching the light flicker on.

“Now this is a fantastic view,” Percy said behind her.

She pushed herself up and turned to look at him where he stood in the doorway, carrying the last cardboard box from the van.

She raised an eyebrow, “my sweatpants are doing it for you?”

He set down the box on her new bed and nodded, “definitely. In fact I think I should take you and those sexy sweatpants on a nice tour of the city.”

Her grin fell away, “right now?”

“Yeah, why not?” he shrugged, wiping the sweat off his forehead and running his fingers through his damp hair. She hated that he looked so good despite the heat, when she was standing there looking like a gross, sticky mess.

“We’ve been unpacking all morning.”

He smirked, “you’re tired? What happened to the girl who could beat me in a race.”

She picked up a towel that was sitting on the desk chair next to her and threw it at his face, “I can still beat you in a race, Seaweed Brain.”

He snatched the towel before it could fall to the ground, chuckling, “okay that’s true, but I still think we should take a walk around.”

“Or…” she replied, stretching out her sore back, “we could stay here and watch a movie.”

“But everyone’s gonna be moving into the dorms tomorrow and it’s gonna be super hectic, so we should go now.”

“But,” she repeated, “we could cuddle here.”

“Don’t try to bribe me with cuddles,” he stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, “I’ve been wanting to take you on a tour of New Rome ever since I stepped foot in this place,” he said more quietly.

She chewed on her lip, her cheeks heating slightly. She remembered Percy telling her about his vision for them when they were down in Tartarus, that he wanted to go to college together and plant roots somewhere permanent. The reminder that Percy saw a real future with her, and had been imagining building a life together for so long, made her love him even more. It made her want him even more.

“I know,” she replied shyly.

He knocked his forehead against hers, sweaty skin pressed to sweaty skin, “so, come on a tour with me, Wise Girl.”

She sighed, “okay.”

After getting changed into more appropriate clothing, with fewer stains on them, they made their way down to the street. Her excitement began to build as they walked through the plaza hand in hand, passing giant statues and large domed houses. Even with her mixed feelings about New Rome, due to the whole kidnapped boyfriend situation, Annabeth had always thought it was absolutely beautiful. Despite a few niggling trepidations, the idea of living in the city had grown on her exponentially and she found herself cautiously optimistic about this next step of her life. And the fact that she got to do it with Percy by her side made it that much sweeter.

She could see why he liked it here. There were little shops with fresh fruit out front, grand gardens running between the cobblestone streets, and quaint cafes like the one where she and Reyna had picked up hot chocolate during Annabeth’s first visit. People of all ages milled about, not nearly as busy as it was sure to be during the school year, but the lively atmosphere and quiet chatter was nice, nonetheless. She could get used to this.

“So, this is the cool library,” he told her, breaking her out of her thoughts, “I’m sure we’ll be spending lots of time here.”

Her gaze followed his finger, and she let out a quiet gasp at the building standing tall before her. It was old and ornate with marbled columns and figures of the gods carved into the stones, carefully crafted by the finest sculptors. It reminded her of the Bibliotheca Ulpia, with the sloped roof and raised portico.

She looked over at Percy, “we? I’ve never known you to willingly spend time at the library.”

He grinned, “well no, but I’m guessing you’ll be here a lot, and I’ll be wherever you are,” he said simply.

She bit the inside of her cheek and squeezed his hand tighter, “maybe you’ll actually form some good studying habits then.”

He shook his head, “no, I think I’ll just have you do my homework for me.”

She scoffed, “I think you’ve got the wrong girlfriend.”

He stopped and widened his eyes comically, “wait, you’re not Rachel?”

She punched his shoulder, “shut the fuck up.”

He laughed and pulled her under his arm, “it’s cool though, right?” he asked, staring up at the library.

“It’s amazing,” she confirmed.

His grin widened and he nodded, “yeah, I think it’s closed today, but we can do a walk through tomorrow,” he promised.

“I’d love that.”

He kissed her curls and grabbed her hand once more, tugging her along, “look at those buildings over there. Kinda looks like a mini palace.”

It looked like a model of the Domus Flavia, one of the most famous ancient Roman palaces of the first century. It was much smaller than the real thing, but still very impressive. It had the same thick walls that the Flavian Palace was known for, made of strong, Phrygian marble. Each unique structure formed a rectangle, likely with a peristyle courtyard at the center. She’d have to take a tour through there as well.

“It is a mini palace,” she confirmed. “They did an amazing job replicating everything. It looks so similar to how it was described in the books.”

“It’s got those column things,” Percy snapped his fingers, trying to recall the name, “the thing at the top, a- a frieze!”

A proud smile spread across her lips, “yeah, it does.”

He smirked, “see, I know things.”

“I’m very impressed,” she told him.

“This is why I wanted to bring you here,” he said, turning to look at her, “there’s so many details to look at, and all this cool architecture and stuff.” He dug his toe into the cobblestone, “everyone just looks happy and peaceful, no one has to worry about monsters or quests, they just live their lives.”

“Yeah.”

He stared at her, “that’s what I want.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you think you’ll like it here?” he wondered, and she thought she detected a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Do you think you can see yourself living here for the next few years?”

“Yeah, I can,” she said, truthfully. She tugged on his arm to pull him closer and looked up at him, “I promise I really, really like it here.”

He let out a breath she hadn’t realized he was holding until now, “good, cause I think we’re gonna love it,” he decided, “although I am gonna miss New York.”

She hummed, “me too, but we’ll go back eventually.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “can’t live without mom’s cookies for too long.”

She snorted, “you can just say you miss her.”

He nudged her with his shoulder, “let me pretend.”

“Everyone already knows.”

“You better not tell her I cried before we even pulled out of the parking lot,” he warned.

She grinned, “I make no such promises.”

“You’re a bully,” he accused, pinching her side.

She leaned away from him and ran ahead out of reach, laughing as he chased after her. When he caught up, he grabbed her by the waist and wrapped his arms around her, dropping his chin on her head, a laugh rumbling through his chest. She melted into him and they gazed across the city, bodies melded together.

“I wanna show you one last thing,” he told her.

“Okay,” she whispered, “but you’re gonna carry me.”

She felt him smile against her hair, “lazy,” he teased, but didn’t question her beyond that, simply stepping in front of her and leaning down so that she could hop up on his back.

She curled her arms around her neck and hooked her feet together at his waist, allowing him to take her to this last, mysterious location. She watched people in their own little worlds as they went, basking in the warmth that was pressed against her chest, and the soft breeze ruffling through her loose curls. Percy didn’t stop walking until they came upon a small park, with impossibly green grass and a beautiful fountain at the center of it.

Percy set her down gently and wrung his hands, “I found this place when I was here the first time,” he told her, “back then, I didn’t remember anyone or anything, but I did remember you, and I thought about us, being here together and it helped get me through it,” he swallowed, “so I thought we could make this our spot, or something. We could come study on the grass, or we could bring a picnic and have a date,” he shrugged.

Gods she loved him so much it hurt. She wanted everything with him, every part of him, the good, the bad and all the sweetness in between.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “I think this is a great spot for us,” she mumbled.

“Good,” he smiled against her mouth, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

He gave her another peck before leaning back, still keeping his arms around her waist loosely, “I should’ve brought some food and a blanket, we could’ve had our first date right here.”

“That would’ve been fun,” she agreed.

“We could still get some cuddling in,” he suggested, his thumb brushing her side between her jeans and her shirt, making goosebumps spread across her skin.

She glanced down at the slightly damp grass and chewed her lip. Percy sensed her hesitation and peeled off his sweater, the shirt he was wearing beneath lifting with it to give her a beautiful view of his defined stomach.

He set it down on the ground and patted it, “here sit, now you won’t get dirty.”

She laughed and carefully plopped on the sweater, crossing her legs as Percy laid down, stretching out so that he could rest his head in her lap. She leaned her back against the fountain wall and threaded her fingers in his hair. Percy closed his eyes as she scratched his scalp gently, and they fell silent, simply enjoying each other's presence.

It was strange being here, almost like camp but with so much more freedom. They really could do anything they wanted, no chores or schedule directing the course of their day, no parents or centaurs telling them what to do. No more rules that restricted them from being in a room together, either.

They could sleep in the same bed without having to sneak around and they could makeout without worrying about Paul walking in on them. Actually, they could do a lot more than makeout.

And she wanted to, of course she did. When she said she wanted all of him, every part, she really meant that. She’d been wanting to take the next step in their relationship for a long time now.

When they first started dating, they were a little too young, too new as a couple and far too awkward around each other to think about anything that intimate. She and Percy blushed just holding hands the first week of dating so sex was definitely not something on either of their radars at the time.

Then he’d been kidnapped and her feelings had become painfully intense and she’d realized just how much she needed him, realized how much she wanted him. Unfortunately, even after reuniting, they had the end of the world to contend with so taking that leap was still far from their minds.

After going through hell together and coming out the other side, they needed to heal. They slept in the same bed every night and they were always touching each other in some capacity, but they hadn’t been in a place to think about being together like that.

But they’d gotten better, they’d dealt with their trauma, and she was so ready for it. She was almost 18 years old and they’d been together for over a year and she wanted him.

They’d gotten close a few times, grinding hips and wandering hands. She’d even taken her shirt off once or twice, throwing her head back as Percy kissed all over her chest and traced his nose along the seam of her bra. But something always seemed to inevitably get in the way, a knock on the door, or a badly timed phone call from her cousin, they just couldn’t find the right moment.

But for the first time in a long time, they were alone, with no big responsibilities weighing on them, and they had an empty dorm and an empty bed just down the street waiting for them.

The prospect of it alone made her heart beat faster in her chest, and she felt this tightness building in her gut which really didn’t match the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.

“Perce,” she whispered.

“Hmm,” he acknowledged.

She tugged on a piece of his hair so that he would open his eyes. She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up, but she willed herself to say what needed to be said.

As smart as he was, Percy could be clueless at times and no matter how many hints she dropped, he still didn’t do anything unless he was a hundred percent sure she wanted him to.

He always followed her lead, letting her be the one to dictate when she was ready for more. She knew that he would wait for her forever if that’s what she wanted, and she loved him for that, but that’s not what she wanted, she didn’t want to waste another second.

She brushed a curl off his forehead, “so we have our dorms to ourselves…”

He nodded, “yeah, it’ll be nice.”

“No Chiron or Sally around to interrupt us,” she continued, trying to lead him towards the point.

“Finally some privacy,” he agreed, but still not seeming to understand what she was trying to say.

“Do-” she bit her lip, “do you want to take advantage of that privacy?”

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

She rolled her eyes and huffed. This is what she meant by clueless.

“Sex, Percy. Do you want to have sex tonight?”

His head was out of her lap in an instant, sitting up to face her with wide eyes.

“What? Seriously?”

She bit back a nervous smile, “yeah, seriously.”

He blinked, “okay,” he swallowed, “um, what brought this on?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. We finally have some freedom and I feel like we’ve been getting close to that point, right?” When he nodded she continued, looking down at the grass as she spoke, “and I want to, I’m ready.”

His hand slid onto her thigh, “me too, I’m- me too, I’m ready too.”

She blew out a breath, letting a small grin spread across her face, “so do you want to? Tonight?”

Percy smiled to match her, the same nervous excitement reflected in his features, “yeah, I want to.”

“Good.”

Percy ripped out a piece of grass, “should we- uh, talk about it?”

She cocked her head, “talk about what?”

“You know,” he began, “we should probably talk about what you like, what you don’t like, when you want me to do something or stop doing something.”

She chewed on her thumbnail, “you’ve always known what I like without any problems before.”

Percy’s cheeks turned a little pink and he tried to smother a proud smirk, “okay, but this is different. We’ve really only made out in the past, this is a big step.”

“Yeah.”

He shifted closer, their knees pressing together, “so tell what you like, Wise Girl.”

“I don’t know what I like,” she giggled nervously, “I have the same amount of experience as you. We were each other’s first kiss, first everything.”

“Well,” his hand slipped higher on her thigh, “what about when you think about it- about us together? What do you picture?”

She rubbed the back of her neck, staring at his fingers which were wrapped gently around her leg, “I don’t really know, I- guess like I usually picture you, um, on top and I’m on my back. At least, like, for the first time.”

He nodded, “okay, I’m good with that, we can start there. What else?”

She didn’t think her face had ever felt this hot in her life and she couldn’t understand how he seemed to be getting through this so calmly.

“I- I like when you kissed my chest,” she whispered. “I like when you kiss me anywhere.”

“I like kissing you too,” he said. “What about when you touch yourself?

The tips of her ears started to burn, “what about it?”

“Where do you start? What do you like?”

“I- uh, I…” she stuttered.

“Come on babe,” he coaxed gently, “if we can’t talk about this kind of stuff, then we’re probably not ready to be actually doing it. Nothing you say will phase me, okay?”

She inhaled slowly, her gaze flickering up to his, “I usually like to start slow, like, trailing my fingers over my body and stuff.” She exhaled shakily, “and then I go down my stomach and I- I sorta go around the, my-” she huffed, “you know what I’m trying to say. I go around and brush it or flick softly and then when I’m worked up, I- I put direct pressure on it and sometimes I’ll slip a finger inside,” she dropped her head into her hands, unable to look at him any longer.

He squeezed her thigh to show he understood, groaning a little, “okay, that visual is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of my life. Are you okay if I start with that tonight? If I do that before we move on to the other stuff?”

She nodded mutely in assent.

“Is-” he cleared his throat, “is it okay if I use my mouth too?”

Her breath stuttered in her chest but she managed another nod, “yeah, I think I would like that.”

“Good,” he grinned. “What about things that are off limits? Is there anything that you know for sure you don’t want?”

“I guess,” she thought for a moment, “I mean it’s hard to say what I don’t like cause I’ve never tried it, but for now I don’t want to do anything too extreme, you know? I want to take it slow, and work up to it. So just don’t like, hit me or spit on my face or something.”

Percy scoffed in surprise, “I can promise you I won’t be doing that. But,” he took her chin and lifted her gaze to his, “I want you to know that you can change your mind at any time, okay? I won’t be mad if you don’t feel ready, or if it isn’t comfortable, or if I do something you don’t like. Please tell me.”

She pulled her lip between her teeth, “I promise, I’ll tell you,” she smoothed a hand down his face, “you promise to tell me? I want you to enjoy it too.”

He nodded, “I promise.”

She smiled, anticipation starting to return, the tightness inside her building to a breaking point.

“How much longer do you wanna stay down here?” she asked suddenly.

“Why?”

She pushed herself off the ground, grabbing his sweater, “because talking about this has kinda gotten me excited, and I’d really like to go try some of those things we talked about.”

Percy stood quickly, “yes, let’s go do that immediately.”

She laughed, “only if you carry me.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second to bend over in front of her, “let’s go.”

She hopped on his back and together they raced towards her dorm, the future looking bright.

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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Hey I saw this tik tok i’m out in season three how Rafe should get a gf and they fall in love really fast and when she comes to visit him he’s dragging a body in his room and she’s like hyperventilating but then when he tells her she should leave after sweet talking her she asks how she can help and they realize how deeply in love they are and I just Think that’s such a great storyline and maybe you could do something with it Idk.

I love you for thinking of me. Thank you so much. I hope this does the idea justice.. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Author's Notes: Rafe found himself a girl, but how far will she go for him? Please read the warnings and proceed with caution :)

Warnings: All of them? MURDER, Mentions of violence, Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, not fanon Rafe (it hurt, but was fun), - Obx 2 spoilers (like the tiniest one? maybe?)

Requested? YES. Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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They had not been together for very long, but the time they had been together had been particularly intense. Rafe Cameron wasn't someone who loved with half of his heart. He was someone who loved with all of it, his entire being was put forth when he loved someone. It was do or die when it came to her, and he expected the same of his lover.

It was quiet throughout the halls of Tannyhill that night. Even the incessant ping of Wheezie's phone notifications had seemed to have stopped. She laid in Rafe's bed, curled up in the blankets that smelled like him no matter how many times he had her rolling in them.

She sat up in his bed, alarmed when he wasn't beside her. He was always beside her. He had kissed the back of her neck, told her he loved her more than anything and fallen asleep within almost moments.

"Rafe?" She called out into the darkness of his bedroom, her hand pressed to his cold pillow.

She turned her body and lowered her feet to the almost icy hardwood floor, her toes curling before she placed her feet firmly on the ground. She grabbed his sweater from the edge of the bed and pulled it over her body as she shuffled through his room and out the door, squinting against the unwanted light of the hallway.

"Baby?" She called softly down the hall, her feet light on the floor as she followed the sounds of grunts and a voice.

She followed the noises out to the front foyer, gently opening the french doors, and walking out into the crisp Autumn night to see Rafe pacing the length of his car with his hands in his hair.

"Rafe, what are you doing out here? It's freezing." She asked as she pulled his sweater around her body tightly, her knees pressed together to keep her warmth.

"Princess, hey. Go inside, alright? I'll be right there." Rafe replied, pinching the bridge of his nose quickly before he reached out to grab her hips in an attempt to turn her towards the house.

"Rafe, what's going on? Your hands are like ice. Stop!" She yelled as she pushed his hands off of her to turn back around and face him. His eyes were wide, and wild as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Listen, it's nothing you need to worry about right now. Just go inside, go back to sleep. I'll be in soon." Rafe breathed out, heavy, from the bottom of his lungs as he ran his fingers under his nose.

"Baby, come with me. I'm cold without you in that big bed, and it's freezing out here. You only have a t-shirt on." She shivered, her arms wrapped around her body as she looked him up and down while he paced the driveway still.

Rafe turned on his heel, taking a large step towards her so he stood directly in front of her. He pulled her sweater from around her body, so it laid unzipped on her shoulders. He placed his hands on her bare hips and pulled her close against him so she wasn't completely exposed to the neighbours.

"I got...I got some shit I gotta handle before I can come back to bed, princess. Just got get warm, okay? Stay like this for me?" Rafe asked as he curled his fingers into her backside, his eyes averted to her bare chest pressed against him.

Rafe pressed a soft kiss to her temple, letting out a heavy breath through his nostrils as his fingertips held onto her lower back to keep her close against him for another few seconds.

"Can I help?" The question was soft, as she rested her chin on his strong chest and looked up at him.

"No. I can't get your hands dirty with this." Rafe replied firmly, shaking his head as he began to chew on his thumbnail.

"Baby, I want to help you. I love you." She stated softly, and her words were a shot to his system.

"Go open the gate to the yard and start the boat - the power boat. Don't look in the bed of the truck, and I mean it. Once you've started the boat go back inside and wait for me." Rafe ordered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small ring that held the keys to the boats on the Cameron's docks. He pressed the keys into the palm of her hand and gave her a stern look. He wasn't playing around.

"Okay, baby." She nodded as she held the keys tightly in her fist and made her way through the wet grass towards the gate, bare footed.

As she pressed up on her toes to unlock the gate to the backyard, leading towards the dock, she dared to look back and saw as Rafe struggled with a long, rolled up blanket in the back of his truck. Her breath stuck in her chest, but she continued to do what he asked and unlatched the gate and left it wide open for him, scurrying as fast as her numb legs would take her towards the dock where the power-boat sat.

Her cold, aching fingers fumbled with the key ring as she tried to find the correct one to turned on the power boat. She had never needed it before because Rafe had always started the boat for her, or already had it running. She squinted in the darkness at the keys, running her fingers over their teeth hoping to jog her memory. She huffed with frustration, she couldn't find it, and stomped her way off the dock back towards Rafe.

"Rafe, I don't know what one it is. Can you show me?" She sighed as she walked up behind him, startling him.

"Shit!" Rafe yelled his hands holding the rolled up blanket in the bed of the truck, sliding it halfway out, only to drop it with a nasty, heavy thud on the asphalt driveway.

"I told you to start the fucking boat." Rafe growled as he crouched down in front of the blanket, his hands pulling at his hair.

"You didn't show me what key it was." She whispered, taking a few cautious steps towards him. She knelt on the pavement beside him, a hand on his back. His back was sweaty, but he was shivering.

"Don't! Don't!" Rafe yelled as he reached for her hand, her fingertips softly pulling back the top of the blanket at his feet.

He wasn't quick enough. Despite his grip on her wrist, she pulled the blanket back to reveal a bludgeoned face she did not recognize. She gasped, her breath stuck in her throat so harshly she choked. She fell onto her backside as she looked from the face in the blanket to Rafe.

"I told you not to look in the truck." Rafe grumbled as he pulled at his hair, then began to chew on his thumbnail again.

"Baby, who the fuck is that?" She whispered as the tears cascaded down her face. This had to be a nightmare. An extremely lucid nightmare.

"Doesn't matter who he is. Dad needed my help, and I took care of it." Rafe replied, his eyes heavy as he looked from the man in the blanket to his petrified girlfriend.

"Rafe, did you - "

"Yes. I killed him, and now you're gonna leave me I guess. Call the cops. Your friends were right, hm? Rafe Cameron's a murderer. Rafe Cameron's fucking crazy. A psycho." Rafe rambled his middle and index finger jabbing at his temples, his eyes narrowed at her.

There was a silence between them, only Rafe's heavy breathing to be heard as he waited for her answer. It wasn't a rhetorical question. He wanted to know if she was going to leave him. He stared his girl down with intensity as she sat on the pavement still, her eyes full of tears as she looked from him to the body half out of the truck.

She switched her position, sitting up on her knees and crawled over to him slowly. Rafe watched her every move, his eyes on her chest as she moved towards him. He reached for her and put his hand in her hair, pulling her face close to his.

"Are you going to leave me now?" Rafe asked once more, his fingers tangled in her hair as he sat on his own knees to be closer to her height.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I would have helped you." She replied as she pressed her hands to his strong chest, her nose rubbing against his.

"Dispose of a body?" Rafe grinned as he licked his lips.

"I would do anything for you, Rafe. I love you." She breathed out as she surged forward and pressed her lips to his.

Rafe groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping at her hips to pull her against him. His heart raced in his chest when he realized she still had nothing but his sweater on.

"I love you, too. So much." Rafe panted as he reluctantly pulled his lips from hers, wrapping an arm around her waist and settling a hand on her backside to keep her close.

He reached to the ground where she had dropped the key ring, picked it up by the correct key and held it up. Their fingertips brushed together as he passed her the key to the power- boat.

"Start the boat. Do only that, please. Then go inside and get warm in the shower. I won't be long, I promise." Rafe breathed out between quick pecks on the lips.

"Okay. Come back to me, Rafe. I'll take care of you." She whispered her hands on his face as she gave him one last firm kiss on the lips, then took off running through the back gate towards the dock.

Rafe touched his lips, a soft smile playing at their corners before he stood up once more. He looked down at the body in the blanket and realized he would have to start over again from another angle. He cursed under his breath, turned on the spot and wondered why he didn't just feed this fucker to the gators.

Why didn't he just..

"Princess. Cut the engine. We're going for a ride." Rafe called as he stood at the open gate to the yard.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much! xoxo

Requests for OBX are OPEN!!!

#rafe cameron #obx fics #rafe cameron request #rafe cameron fic #obx request #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks requests #outer banks imagines

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?�� He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

#ogun x reader #ogun smut #fire force smut #anime smut #poc reader

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elysianslove · 3 years

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heyy sal ^-^ i know this seems a lil sudden but do u mind givin some comfort hcs or somethin with tsumu n an s/o wif overbearing family who's been feelin really shitty and unmotivated lately?? am sorry if this is a lil much but i have been feeling . Not good as of late ... and i really miss tsumu idk :( maybe a lil bit of hurt/comfort and cuddles and a night out 2 mcdonalds or something would be nice if ur up to it <3 ur writin is so amazing ilysm !!

hi lovely!! found it hehe,,, here’s your comfort fic! i hope you like it! mwah <3

miya atsumu is a great texter.

not just in the sense that his ability to hold conversations is immaculate, and not just because your messages between him are overflowing with extravagant voice notes and an endless amount of objectively unattractive up close photos of his face. it’s because he always, always, without a shadow of doubt, no matter the hour, day, week, month, replies within the second. you’d jokingly accused him of being addicted to his phone, until you realized, aside his brother, you were the only exception — that’s also because he has some ridiculous ringtone for your calls and messages, but you pretend to be oblivious of that fact.

as you grip your phone with shaky hands and stare at your screen through bleary eyes, you watch as your message gets delivered, then read almost immediately after.

can i please be with you right now?

a grey bubble appears, hovering at the bottom of your screen, three dots rolling evenly within it. it then disappears, and in its place a message materializes.

of course. should i pass by or leave my window open?

already, your chest feels lighter.

fifteen minutes later, he’s before you, donning a simple shirt and sweatpants, sneakers on his feet. his smile is bright when his eyes meet yours, and his arms are home when they come to wrap around you, pulling you in close, embracing you tightly. your own arms easily slip around his waist, the feel of him beneath the thin shirt grounding and steadying. you release a shaky breath just as he squeezes you reassuringly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“heya, gorgeous,” he softly greets you, leaning back slightly to take a look at you. hesitantly, slowly, your head lifts off of his chest, arms still wrapped around him. his smile visibly falters at the sight of you, it saddens and softens, but it doesn’t disappear. although a little forcefully, he urges his smile to widen, and brings a hand up to the string of your hoodie, tugging and teasing, “nice hoodie.”

against all odds, you scoff amusingly, rolling your eyes. “yeah, you’d think so,” you retort, and he laughs lightly.

gently, he twists you around to pull you to his side, an arm tossed around and over your shoulder. “so, what’re we thinkin’?” he wonders aloud. “convenience store ramen?” atsumu tilts his head towards you, and when your nose scrunches in disapproval, his does too in mimicry, and then he shakes his head. “convenience store ice cream?” he says it as if it’s a genius idea, a victorious grin on his face, until he’s met with another disapproving look.

“m’not really hungry, ‘tsumu,” you begin to argue, despite knowing how fruitless the attempt is.

“tha’s not what i’m askin’.” he feigns offense as he says this, before he tilts his head back, thoughtfully humming. you watch him in both slight amusement and endearment. he’s really cute, you think, with the slight pout to his lips and the messiness of his hair. it’s obvious that he’d just rolled out of bed after having taken a shower, if not for his hair then for the comforting smell you sense. he’s sturdy by your side, body easy and relaxed against you, leaning into your touch just as much as you lean into him. he hums again, speaking to himself in hushed tones, and you think again, he’s really, really cute.

“you’re really cute, ‘tsumu,” you voice, and atsumu stops his deep and thoughtful monologue about the importance of a decision like choosing where to eat at eleven pm. when he turns to face you, you offer him an easy smile, before urging him arm tighter around you again, and continuing your walk.

“ya think i’m cute?”

“well, i am dating—“

his arm falls from around you to his side, and he halts in his steps.

“cute?!”

you pause, turning to the side to fix him with a humored, confused stare. he’s wearing a shocked expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly parting. it makes you want to giggle. “is that a bad thing?” you wonder.

with a whine, atsumu deflates, his arms tossed to his side, hands slapping his thighs as if he were a toddler throwing a tantrum. “yer cute,” he begins to argue. “yer cute ‘n pretty n’ gorgeous ‘n very hot.”

you quirk an eyebrow. “thanks?”

“but i’m handsome, babe. devilishly han’some if you will. sexy. charming. hot—“

“thought i was hot?”

“m’not taking you to mcdonald’s anymore.”

you gasp, reaching out for his forearms and gripping them tightly. atsumu runs warm, always has and possibly always will, that it’s always a welcome feeling touching him. unless you were in the middle of summer beneath a thousand blankets, but that’s not your current concern. “how did you know i was craving nuggets?” you wonder, exasperated and in awe.

he lifts up a finger and tilts his chin back, as if prepared to make a very important note. “not only am i devilishly handsome—“

“‘tsumu.”

“you’re always craving nuggets, doll.”

a fair argument, you guess.

“— and i’m psychic.”

you smack his arm.

“finger. guns, babe. finger guns!”

you lift your hand up in motion of a gun, but instead, you flip your boyfriend off, sipping slowly through the staple yellow and white straw. condensation from the cup in your grip drips to your knuckles, slowly trailing down your hand.

your gesture is met with a deadpan expression before atsumu twists around away from you. he’s facing a bench in the middle of an empty public park, his phone propped up against the back of the bench and opened up on the camera app. in the small lower left corner of the screen is a small preview of a picture you’d just taken together: it’s cheesy and honestly a little cringe, with atsumu doing a ridiculous pose with finger guns, and a you with a hesitant peace sign. it’s what led you to this moment— he just really wants you to do some finger guns with him.

facing the phone, atsumu bends down and clicks on his screen, while you take another long sip. upon buying a ridiculous amount of fries, nuggets, and two burgers, the two of you had walked for a few moments, not so quietly because atsumu has the long lived habit of never knowing when to quite stop talking, until you’d reached the park. beneath a dying tree, the two of you sat and ate, watched the stars through the branches of the aged tree while atsumu explained you the ridiculous justification behind punching his brother earlier in the day during practice. after a while, he’d gotten the great idea of taking pictures together, despite the terrible lighting, obscure setting, and not the most fitting choice of outfits.

you’re slightly lost in thought, and honestly atsumu is a little too fast for his own good, that you don’t notice him barreling towards you until he’s right before you. you’re too late, and suddenly he’s kneeling, arms wrapping around your thighs, lifting you up high. he leaves you with no choice but to quickly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in close until your cheek is pressed to his. he holds you tight to him and you barely see the flash turn off before you’re lifting yourself up again, staring down at him with a fake scowl.

“why would you do that?” you scold him, pinching at his arm as he drops you to your feet again.

he mumbles a small ouch at your pinch, rubbing at his sore arm as he defends himself, “well ya weren’t doing the finger guns!”

“finger guns are stupid.”

“yer face is stupid.”

“your face is stupid.”

“like hell it is.” rather stupidly, atsumu spreads his arms wide, showcasing himself. “i’ve got so much to offer.” to humble him, you reach out, hand splaying on his stomach and fingers wiggling. he’s quick to react, curling in on himself slightly and grasping your wrist tightly, fixing you with a warning, cold stare. “do not.”

you giggle wickedly, and wiggle your fingers again. atsumu shrieks, holding your wrist away from his stomach.

it’s a good thing you’ve got two hands.

it’s nearly two in the morning when he first yawns. unintentionally, guilt starts to creep up your spine, settling heavy on your shoulders and chest. atsumu notices, as he always does, but instead of mentioning it, he shuffles down on the bench, and leans slightly towards you until his head rests on your shoulder. with the feel of him against you once more, you will yourself to relax, and reach for the hand closest to you, intertwining your fingers with his.

“yer so fun,” he mumbles, and you feel the vibrations from his voice. as he sighs contently, you finally do properly relax, and shuffle low until your head rests above his.

“you are too,” you respond. “only when you’re not doing finger guns.”

he scoffs. “ya love me ‘n my finger guns.” he lifts up a hand, and clicks his tongue as he motions a gun. jokingly, you slap at his hand, pushing it away.

the wind whistles softly, calmly, and atsumu’s hair tickles your cheek.

“i don’t wanna go home,” you admit with a small voice, smaller than you’d wish.

atsumu presses himself closer to you, thumb tracing at the back of your hand. “we can jus’ stay here,” he offers. “sunrises are pretty.”

you hum thoughtlessly.

“we can watch it from my room too, if ya’d like.”

your heart stills, and you swallow thickly. “you sure?”

he nods. “you’ll always have a home with me.” it’s not an offer, but a fact.

twisting your head, you place a kiss to the top of his head, the familiar scent of his shampoo overwhelming your senses for a moment. “i do love you and your finger guns,” you whisper against his hair, reveling in the loud laugh that leaves his lips as you twist your head back to rest it against his again.

quietly, sincerely, you laugh with him.

#miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu comfort #miya atsumu comfort #atsumu comfort #atsumu x reader #sal's fluff tag <3

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hubbytaeil · 3 years

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Hiiiii can I request a hyuck smut with 6, 16?? Like oc being super cocky and bratty and him not being able to keep up with her sometimes so he just has to fuck her up a little bit, idk maybe turn her fierce personality into a pillow princess? I can’t believe I’m gonna ask for this but can him suck/lick her cheek?

Thanks so much for sharing your works✨💕

Donghyuck + #6 It’s a real shame that no one asked for your opinion & #16 Did you hear something

genre: smut

contains: swearing, way too many petnames, praising

word count: 2525

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (hence the santa claus joke) but hey she’s here, hope you like it <3

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"Did you hear something?" "What?" Donghyuck turns his head, following where your gaze has posed. It gives you enough time to steal a punch of fries from his plate and stuff them in your mouth. When he realises what you're doing (for the umpteenth time during lunch), he is the face of disappointment. "I'm going to break this plate over your head if you do that again." He replies with the straightest look you've ever seen on him. "No, you wouldn't." You assure him, sending him a flying kiss to which Donghyuck answers with fake gagging sounds. "Drama queen." You hiss, biting onto your hangover burrito. "Oh, look who's talking." "Oh, shut up." "Someone's forgotten the scene she caused last night." You munch shaking your head left and right. "I have no idea what you're talking about, are you sure it wasn't you?"

You tease after swallowing the big bite. "I wasn't blacked out drunk, clinging on my friend and whining like a little bitch." You snicker at how offended he looks, fists tight on the edge of the table. "So what? Are you mad you couldn't get any pussy because of me?" Donghyuck's eyes widen in shock as the restaurant falls silent. You have a sneaky look in your eyes, perfectly aware that every single client has heard your not so ladylike remark. You bite into your plastic straw and Donghyuck is not sure why his cheeks are flushed now. "I wouldn't worry too much, Hyuckie." You say after taking a sip of soda. "It's not like you would've gotten any if I wasn't there anyway." Donghyuck gives you a dry laugh, glaring at you. "As a matter of fact, you didn't get laid either, missy." "At least I got some offers" "Oh, yeah? From who? The stripper that was dressed like Santa Claus?" You chuckle remembering how absurd (and hot) that guy looked. "No, from Mark." Donghyuck's jaw drops to floor, as you finish your drink, purposely exaggerating the sounds coming from the can. "You fucked Mark?! What the fuck, y/n." "We didn't fuck." You affirm, standing up to get the bill.

Donghyuck haunts you all the way back to your apartment until you spill every detail. "So, he chickened out?" Donghyuck laughs, anticipating the moment when he will be able to tease Mark about the entire incident. "I guess he was taken back, the poor thing." "By what exactly?" He looks at you from head to toe mockingly. You hit his shoulder purposely hard and he whines. "We weren't doing anything crazy once we got back to his place, just the usual... some groping, some kissing..." Donghyuck shakes his shoulders vigorously letting out disgusted sounds, trying to shake off the vision of his friend Mark in a sexual situation. "But then I started talking dirty and he just sort of... stared at me. Like, just staring. He looked like a deer in headlights. Just stood there." "Oh my God." Donghyuck bursts out a big laugh as he imagines everything you're saying. "Please, tell me what you said to him." He is more than ready to take written notes if that means embarrassing Mark Lee. "Well..." you hesitate, wondering if you're getting a bit too personal. "Something like 'yeah baby, I know you want to fuck this pussy, come and get it you bastard'." Donghyuck stops his steps on the concrete, not expecting to hear these words flow out of your mouth at 2 p.m. on a Sunday. You turn around and see him take in the little too graphic information. Slowly, he starts massaging the bridge of his nose, sighing, feeling unexpectedly bad for his strictly vanilla sex-oriented friend. "Y/n, of course he chickened out, Jesus. I mean... I guess you don't know him that well." You shrug your shoulders unbothered. "Whatever, he looks like he only does it in missionary." you both resume your walk. "And he probably does." Donghyuck chuckles. "I guess no one can tame me." You joke, but Donghyuck doesn't take it as such. Those word stick with him until you reach your door. It doesn't help when the wind swiftly blows under your dress while you're unlocking your door, teasing Donghyuck with a quick glimpse of your white laced panties, you don't even notice. That's when he realises, he's been staring at your ass.

The afternoon continues lazily, both of you still feeling the final effects of last night's drinks. You put on some classic rom-com you both saw thousands of times just to kill another few hours and have the excuse to slack on your couch. Every time the handsome male lead comes on you let out a weird strained sound that annoys Donghyuck until he can't take it anymore. "He's not even that good looking, y/n." "It's a real shame that no one asked for your opinion." You fire back, lifting up your leg to hit him with your foot. He groans but doesn't do anything to stop you, so you just keep on going, curious on how long he'll last. "Y/n, stop." His tone is lower than ever, he's not even looking at you but it's enough to make something snap in you. "What if I don't?" You whisper, tapping your foot on his thigh restlessly. He finally turns to you, setting up little flames all over your skin with just his eyes. He goes from your cocky smile, to the slightly visible line of your breasts, and down to where your dress is barely covering what's under it. Donghyuck grins without moving any other muscles. "Really, y/n?" "What?" You protest all the while 'casually' exposing the panties Donghyuck couldn't stop thinking about for the past forty minutes. His throat runs dry at heavenly sight, but he doesn't break. "I'm not going to fuck you just because you couldn't score some dick last night." He states, biting the inside of cheek. You huff, annoyed at him wanting to play hard to get at a time like this. You let your left leg hang off the couch, just to give Donghyuck a better look. "Then you're just going to watch." You affirm before letting your hand trail along your thigh as you reach your wetness. You had been ‘in the mood’ for quite some time, if one counts last night’s complete failure, and you noticed just how wet you were already just by touching the outside of your underwear. Donghyuck holds his breathe while his eyes scan every single movement of your fingers. You chuckle way too innocently when he coughs in the back of his throat. You never take your eyes off him as you work your way towards pleasure. You've done this so many times, it's like applying an obvious mathematical formula to you. But having someone watch you do something reserved to the intimacy of your bedroom is new kind of thrill. It feels especially thrilling with Donghyuck gawking at your skilled fingers caressing your folds with the perfect amount of pressure. You feel your breathe shortening, throwing your head back on the cushions. You pull your panties to the side and Donghyuck suppresses a low moan when you eagerly put a finger in, chasing after your high like a wild animal. He waits a few moments to enjoy the view of you pumping in and out of your heat, juices making lewd sounds that fill up his ears. "You dirty girl." Donghyuck whispers before dragging your hand away from yourself to which you whine loudly. "You want someone to tame you, uh?" Donghyuck mutters before putting your fingers in his mouth, savouring your taste. You can't help but moan at the contact, feeling sensitive in every inch of your body. "Think you can?" You blurt out and within seconds your friend has you pinned on couch. You sigh loudly when he swiftly resumes the work you had left unfinished, all the while securing your hands above your head. Donghyuck doesn’t need to ask how his fingers feel inside of you, he can read in your more than satisfied expression, he can hear it in your ever so delighted moans that come straight out of a porno. “Fuck, I should bother you more often.” you whimper in between chuckles and whimpers, struggling to keep your legs apart, overwhelmed by bliss. “I think you do that way too much already, doll.” Donghyuck remarks before aiming for your neck to place sinful kisses. His fingers work skilfully to find out when to slow down and when to speed up, you grab his bicep encouraging him whenever he hits the right spot. You start wondering why you haven’t done this earlier. Your mind is too cloudy therefore you are taken by surprise when you perceive Donghyuck sucking slightly into your cheek. You hold your breathe, surprised at your own enjoyment and you both smile at each other. You are quick to connect your lips to his, brushing your tongue against his as soon as you get the chance. “Greedy, aren’t we?” Donghyuck groans, amused and aroused at the sight of your neediness. You just hum in response, palming his member over his gym shorts. “I need it.” you plead, showing him your best puppy eyes. “I know you do, baby.” he smirks as he says this, taking his fingers out of you, completely soaked in your juices. “Look at this. Look at how needy you are.” you nod desperately at his statement and Donghyuck is beyond pleased. You, caged under him, not being able to put into words how badly you wanted to get fucked. A sight to see indeed. “How do you want it?” he asks, helping you out of your dress and underwear and removing his t-shirt afterwards. You open your legs once again, not needing an explicit answer. Donghyuck clicks his tongue in disappointment, showing off an indecent smile. “I thought you were against missionary.” he reminds you, but you are fast to bring your hands to his, pulling him over you. “I never said I was against it.” you whisper, at this point consumed in your lust. Donghyuck takes his time to caress your hair, your cheek, until his fingers ghost over your hardened nipples and over your stomach. You take in the sudden affectionate gesture, then you feel his weight over you shift and you see him rummage inside your bag from the night before that had been forgotten on the coffee table. You’re not shocked when he pulls out a condom, given that you were the one who had put it there for ‘good luck’. “I guess we can finally put this to good use. Don’t we, babe?" You hum happily, savouring his assertive yet considered tone. You sit up on your elbows admiring every second of him putting it on. “Now, where were we?” “Need a reminder?” You suggest getting closer, ghosting his lovely lips with yours. He smirks amusedly before pinning you down once again. “Ready, baby girl?” the pet names were driving you crazy in a way you had never experienced before and Donghyuck had been taking note of that every time you moaned at the sound of those words. “Interesting, knowing you I thought you might’ve like being called a whore or something.” he mocks you, aligning himself at your entrance without giving you full satisfaction. “How do you want to call me?” you moan softly in response, revealing to him your most docile nature that surely you hadn’t let a lot of people witness, let alone lovers. And you knew that he was enjoying every second of it. “Let me think... I quite like babe.” he utters as he delivers a first thrust. You throw you head back, feeling more than joyful in receiving what you had been craving. “Baby girl is nice too.” A second hip movement, this time painfully slower, in between frustration and gratification. The slower he goes the more you can feel just how much he fills you up perfectly. “I think I’m gonna go with baby girl.” you cry desperately at the third thrust, both at the pleasure and the words he whispers in your ear. “Yes, yes, call me like that.” you almost scream when he finally speeds up the rhythm. Lewd sounds of skin against skin fill up the living room, now you understand why they call it afternoon delight. “You feel so good around me, baby girl.” You smile at his statement, squeezing around him purposely, to which Donghyuck grunts happily. “Let me take care of you.” he then positions your arms around his shoulders, setting his head in the crook of your neck, delivering even deeper thrusts that make your eyes roll in the back of your head. You can’t help but turn into a moaning mess, unable to answer when he asks you how good he’s making you feel. He chuckles at the gibberish that comes out of your mouth followed by a long and strained sigh that is music to Donghyuck’s ears. “This is what you wanted, didn’t you? Getting fucked until you can’t function?” he groans before giving a sloppy kiss that can only muffle your now uncontainable whine. “Hyuck-ah.” His name is all that you can mutter as he pushes himself into you quicker and quicker. Donghyck knows that he can’t hold on any longer, not after hearing his name flowing out of your lips. “God, I want you to fuck me all the time.” you blurt out. It’s no use say that your brain can’t filter your words anymore. “All the time? Oh, don’t tempt me, y/n. I could fuck you on this couch for hours, until you can’t take it anymore.” Your mind runs wild, imagining getting stuffed with Donghyuck’s cock for hours on end, in every corner of the house. You haven’t finished yet and you’re already lusting for more. Electricity sparks throughout your body when Donghyuck balances himself on your knees, spreading your legs even further apart. “C’mon, baby. Come all over my cock, you’ve waited long enough.” He’s not wrong. Those words are enough for you to crumble under him, perceiving the familiar grip in your stomach you had longed for far too long. “That’s it baby, let go.” you can’t help but do as he says and when your high finally hits you the ungodly sounds you release are out of this world. When you finally open your eyes, you see Donghyuck still painfully hard inside of you, the pulsation almost hurting you. “Cum on me, Hyuck.” you whimper, wishing for him to feel just as good. He is more than happy to do so as he removes himself from you, discarding the condom and grabbing his member right above the space between your breasts and your stomach. “Fuck, y/n.” “Let me do it.” He lets you do as you please, letting you milk his cock with so much fervour, moaning with him, encouraging him just like he has done with you. It doesn’t take long for him to shoot his cum all over your breasts, you hum at the feeling of the warm liquid. Donghyuck takes his time to admire the sinful vision right below him. “We... are gonna need to do that again.” “Touché.”

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mischiefmanaged71 · 3 years

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Turning Tables (2/8) - Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: Nothing riles up Y/N more than stubbornness, especially when those she cares about get hurt. Y/N checks up on Joaquin when he arrives back from a mission gone bad.

Author’s Note: Continuation of my series! Hopefully I’ll be able to complete this series. I’ve planned to write at least five chapters. Like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed it! Should we have a counter by the end of the series how many times Y/N calls Joaquin ‘Flyboy’. IDK I love that she calls him that and it’s a cute nickname

Warnings: FLUFF, slowburn

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem! reader

Word Count: 1.5K

You were relaxing at home when you got the text from Sam. Joaquin got injured on a mission in Switzerland, investigating the Flag Smashers. He had tried to arrest one of their members, or who he thought was the leader of the heist, when he was knocked down and unconscious by the incredibly strong individual.

You thanked Sam for letting you know and grabbed your keys to rush to the Airbase.

As soon as Joaquin’s plane arrived, you were there, walking up the airstrip to interrogate him.

“What happened to keeping me updated?”, you approached him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I was kinda preoccupied in the moment.”, gripping a bag over his shoulder.

You sighed, clicking your tongue and tilting your head.

“All you had to do was ask and I would have been there.”

He waved his hands, his bruised orbital causing him to squint slightly.

“It's just a broken orbital, Y/N. I’m fine, honestly.”

“You’re lucky all you got was a broken bone. I gave you my number so you could call me in for these types of missions.”, you shook your head.

“Look, it was just supposed to be recon, it happened to turn sideways.”

You left out a huff as your hands travelled to your hips. Your lips pursed but you made eye contact with Joaquin’s slouched posture and tired eyes. A patch of blue and purple bloomed under his eye along with a scatter of scratches and cuts.

You stepped closer, gripping his arm delicately,

“The last thing I-,we want is for you to get hurt when we could have stopped it. I’ve faced all sorts of threats in the past so nothing really fazes me anymore.”, you chuckled.

Joaquin let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head as you rubbed his arm.

“Also, Sam can be annoying sometimes so it’s refreshing to hear someone else’s voice.”, earning a slight chuckle from Joaquin as he gripped his injured side.

“What I’m saying is, you don’t have to do it alone.”

Joaquin relaxed his shoulders, feeling the work of the last couple days hit him.

“I know, it’s just - I’m still trying to get used to it, ya know? Having people there for me. It’s been quiet these five years.”

Here is where you had two differing experiences. Almost half the universe had been blipped out of existence.

For those that remained behind, they had to move on without their friends and loved ones.

For those that came back, they had to get on with what they lost - time and coming home to a place that was changed.

“I know that must’ve been really hard. I barely recognise half of the places I walk by. Everything is so different now…”, you trailed off.

Once you returned, your family was broken. Natasha and Tony had sacrificed themselves to bring everyone back, Steve had left them to return the stones in the past and Wanda…

Wanda left after Tony’s funeral. Vision was gone and so was Natasha - her grief was different from the rest.

You had all drifted apart after the Blip, trying to find your way to who you are now. After Steve left the shield with Sam, you’d always wondered what would happen next. Bucky was trying to adjust to the times, still recovering from his trauma. The US Government had mandated therapy for him with a weekly therapist but he didn’t seem to like her much at all. Y/N knew the therapy was good for him, but the therapist’s methods were questionable in her mind.

They were all changed by what happened, but they were trying to find normalcy. They came back into a world far different than before. They were different people from before it all happened.

“I didn’t call you because I thought it was nothing at the time. I’ve been tracking these guys online for months. They’re dangerous and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it unless I was sure.”

Joaquin ducked his head down to play with your hand,

“I wouldn’t be able to deal with myself if something happened to you.”

You paused for a moment at his revelation, gripping his hand tightly in response.

“That’s different-”, you shook your head

“How? How is it different?”

“I’ve got powers to protect myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I do.”, he shook his head.

You both paused, sighing in the silence before you decided to jump back in to break it...gently.

“I’ve had my fair share of broken bones but I gotta say, that looks painful.”, you pointed at his bruised cheek.

Joaquin rolled his eyes and chuckled, nudging your shoulder.

“Well some of us aren’t invulnerable. Also pretty sure the guy who knocked me out was enhanced.”

“No shit...and this is why we always?...listen to Y/N, yes!”

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna milk this for ages, aren’t you?”, Joaquin groaned.

“Yup.”

A smirk grew on your face at his grimace.

“Ok ok, how about we grab some food? My treat?”, he opened his arms in defeat.

You scoffed, slapping Joaquin’s bicep,

“Are you kissing up to me, Flyboy?”

He swatted your hands, a grin playing across his face as he chuckled,

“No… but would it get me back in your good graces?”

You pondered on it for a few seconds, nodding furiously at the proposition to dinner.

“Hmmm, I’ll have to consider it. I’m craving Italian food. Pizza?”

Joaquin nodded his head along as you both walked towards the front entrance where you had parked your car.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

You walked side by side, slowing to meet his pace. He had a slight limp as he favoured his left, being cautious about his sore side.

“You better not say you like pineapple.”, Joaquin jabbed.

You huffed, eyes widening in shock.

“And what is wrong with pineapple on pizza?!”

“Aside from the fact it’s disgusting! Fruit does not belong on a pizza.”, he scrunched his nose in disgust, laughing at your aghast expression.

“Tomatoes are a fruit!”, you pointed out.

“That doesn’t count!”

You nodded your head as you unlocked the car,

“I think it does.”

Grabbing his bag off his shoulder, you placed it in the backseat, opening the passenger side. Nodding your head to the side, you gently nudged Joaquin to sit, pushing the door closed behind him. Jogging over to the driver’s side, you got in and plugged in your seatbelt before reversing the car.

“Well since you’re paying, why don’t you decide this time, Flyboy?”, you glanced to the side as he relaxed in his seat.

“Alright but don’t come at me with those glowing hands if you don’t like it.”, he grinned.

You shook your head,

“Yes, because pizza toppings are the peak of my tolerance.”

Your eyes track back to the road in focus, the radio peaking through. Joaquin’s head leaned against the window on his hand as the rumble of the car lulled him to sleep. You got lost in your thoughts as you continued along the road.

“You should take better care of yourself, Flyboy. I don’t wanna come down here again and see you hurt.”

“I’m-I know that we haven’t known each other for that long. Heck, I only met you six months ago.”, you spoke softly.

“It’s been a tough adjustment since I got back. I haven’t really felt like myself at all - but then here you are and everything just…”, your rambling filling the quiet.

“It's better… I-”

You glance over at Joaquin but his eyes are closed shut, his head leaning against the window. He’s sound asleep, looking far more relaxed and peaceful than when you first saw him.

Your chest tightened as you scanned over the bruising scattered over his smooth, tan skin.

“Let someone take care of you for once.”

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erectionsandtea · 3 years

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Roller rink skate date headcanons! (poly party) insp. by this post, for @mike-wheeler-is-gay (I know you wanted byler specifically and I usually write poly party, but I tried to stick some extra byler in here for you, I hope I did it justice and that you like it!)

So many paragraphs this should really just be a fic, I'm sorry

- Mike is super tall and gangly is absolutely the worst skater in the party (tied only with Lucas, who put on his very first pair of skates and promptly fell on his face and they weren't even on the rink yet, they were still on the carpet area)

- the moment Mike steps into the actual skating floor, he falls bc he's tall gangly uncoordinated Mike, and Will is just standing there rolling his eyes, like "babe, you're a mess" but he doesn't mind bc it means he gets to hold Mike's hand (and hold Mike in general) while he helps his bf balance and skate

- and Mike is like "I don't deserve you, why are you even with me, I'm so awkward" (poor self deprecating bby), and you know Will would respond with "are you kidding, you're amazing, why are YOU with ME?" (also a self deprecating bby), but then he falls and pulls Will down with him (aka on top of him lol)

- and they laugh, and just as their lips touch, the moment is ruined by Max zooming in their direction screaming "get up before you get run over!!" And she manages to avoid them (being the zoomer that she is) but Lucas has to swerve and falls the fuck over ofc (luckily the rink isn't super crowded that day so nobody's in any real danger)

- and Dustin is looking at byler like "this isn't even that hard guys, come on, are you even trying??"

- El and Will have totally been going to the rink (sibling bonding yo) and everyone realizes that's how they got so good bc El is totally the best skater in the group

- except for Suzie who is a skating queen

- El and Suzie totally having races from one end of the rink to the other

- Max totally joining them and they let her win, just once

- Dustin joining them and after he wins twice in a row (pure luck), Max and El pretend cross his path and bump into him, totally fucking him up, and Dustin's just like "are you shitting me?" (but it's all in good fun, everyone knows that)

- El and Max holding hands as El helps her get better at skating, bc Max is decent on skates but better on her skateboard (bc how do you wheels on both feet separately ??) (like skiing vs snowboarding)

- byler doing that thing where holding hands facing each other, and Mike learning how to actually move his feet and skate forward, and that's propelling Will backward (and Will constantly throwing praise at him and Mike grinning so big bc he's doing it! lol)

- Will and Mike holding hands as they slowly skate around the edge of the rink

- Mike needing to stop a moment and grab the wall to keep himself up and steady, and Will coming around in front of him, his hands over Mike's,and they stand there all adorable and then kisses (except Mike has to duck down bc Will cannot stand on his tippy-toes in skates)

- eventually Mike is like "I need a break" (from falling and stuff, tho he has gotten better) and he goes to sit down

- and then El comes over to join him bc "you looked lonely" (he isn't really lonely, he just kind of has a resting bitch face sometimes, tell me I'm wrong, am I actually wrong tho ??)

- they sit together in silence, watching the rest of the group playing some weird skate-tag game (rules at the bottom)

- Mike is watching Will with a smile on his face, laughing and having fun, and he says to nobody, really "what did I ever do to deserve him?"

- El replies "probably whatever I did to deserve you" and they look at each other and smile and then cute lil Mileven kiss

- their hands reach over (cos they are sitting like RIGHT next to each other, no space)

- they continue to sit there, hands clasped, her head on his shoulder, watching the group and sometimes making comments to each other and laughing

- after a while Will comes over to check on his bf and sis) ("I don't know which is more bruised, my knees or my ego" -> Mike, "you're doing really well!" -> El), which is actually kind of nice for El bc she wants to go skate some more but she doesn't want to leave Mike by himself

- before she leaves tho, she wants a kiss, so still holding Mike's hand she gets up and wheels around to face him and grabs his other hand and is like "I want a kiss" bc she's just blunt like that (it's a good thing)

- and mike laughs at her bluntness bc SO CUTE, and so Mike gives her one of those super cute kisses where he puts his hands on the sides of her face, you know? And she has to balance herself by putting her hands on his knees (Sorry, I just had to get a Mileven kiss in here)

(so much detail in those moments ^ I'm...sorry?)

- so Will sits there with Mike, and they hold hands and share kisses and say cute sweet things to each other, and honestly they spend more time looking at each other than anyone/thing else

- Will goes and buys them one giant drink to share bc boys gotta stay hydrated (can someone please draw this or maybe ALL of this idk ??)

- the rest of the group annoys them (but not really) by hanging over the wall and saying "AWWW" super loud and making kissy faces

- and then El comes back over later and says "okay, that's enough sitting down, we're going back skating, come on" and she grabs Mike's hand and Will's hand and tries to pull them up but it's hard bc wheels (like she's about to slip and the boys have to grab her arms to catch her), but the boys comply and go back to the rink floor

- Dustin and Suzie can totally do skate-dancing, whatever that is (and they totally get applause)

- Max skating by everyone so many times and being like "zoomer!" and everyone is like "pls stop, we get it"

- Dustin trying to tell help Lucas how to skate by actually explaining how the skates and the rubber stoppers work, and Lucas not getting it and just being like "can you explain in English please??" And Dustin throws his hands up like "I fucking give up, you're hopeless"

- Max learns how to skate in a small circle (basically just turning around without stepping) and she's super fucking proud of herself and does it constantly

- Max eventually needs to be stopped by El and Lucas bc "babe, you're gonna get so dizzy" (you can decide who says that 😊) but it's too late bc she's already dizzy

- Lucas and El lead Max off the rink floor and she just immediately falls down to sit on the carpet bc so dizzy and El falls down next to her bc hand holding (she gets pulled), and Lucas sits down too

- the girls can't stop laughing and Lucas is looking at them like "tf is wrong with you guys?" (but not really), also he's just smiling at them and laughing with them bc goddamn they are so cute, his girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world and seeing her as she is right now just inflates his heart

- eventually Max can't stay upright so she lies back and El follows her and they are just lying there together (Max on her back, El on her side facing Max, no space), giggling so hard, they can't stop laughing for some reason (I think it's bc when one laughs, it makes the other laugh too)

- Max is like "you, boyfriend, kiss" and so Lucas complies

- an employee has to come over and say "you can't lie down here, it's a safety hazard" and Lucas is like "we're sorry, sir" and he's like "babe, we gotta move"

- so he gets the girls up and they bring max to a bench where she can sit, instead of sitting tho, she lies down again, on the bench with her head in El's lap, and then elmax kisses as El plays with her hair

- El and Max basically take over the bench that Mike and Will were sitting on, and they also steal the boys' giant drink (barely a quarter empty) cos hydration

- Will and Mike trying to kiss while not holding the wall, but fucking down AnD having his eyes closed throws Mike way off balance bc what a klutz, and then he falls and Will is fuckin laughing and he feels bad but also it's funny

- so then Will gets down too (more gracefully but lbr, anyone can be more graceful than Mike, without even trying) and is like "it's okay, we can do this here" and then sitting kisses

- El trying to help Mike but she's having too much fun and ends up just speeding around while Mike tries to catch up with her, and she has to keep going back for him

- Mike feeling kind of embarrassed bc his gf is amazing while his own skating is questionable, and he confides this to her and is like "why are you with me, I'm so clumsy and awkward" (self deprecating again), but El makes him feel better by telling him that she's with him bc she loves him and actually she thinks it's kind of cute that he's not that good at skating and she likes being the one who helps him for once (bc he's helped her for so long with so much)

- and then Mike gives her one of his lil mike-smiles (you know the one I mean, like the one right after he kisses her for the very first time, in season 1)

- and then a Mileven kiss, but Mike almost loses his balance again like he did with the byler kiss, but El can sense it's about to happen and has to break their kiss to hold him up (she's holding both his hands, fingers intertwined), but it's okay, they just smile at each other share a little laugh at the situation and how uncoordinated he is, and they scoot their skates really close together in a sort-of huh type thing

- arcade games after!! (But I'll put that in its own separate post 😄)

- rules to the weird skate-tag game: 1) the wall is the safe zone, but you can only stay there for 10 seconds at a time 2) you cannot untouch the wall for one second and then go back to touching it for 10 seconds, you have to actually leave the wall and skate (HOWEVER you can try to skate from the wall on one end of the rink to the wall at the other end) 3) you are allowed to skate around the edge while touching the wall, as long as you only do so for no more than 10 seconds 4) whoever is 'it' cannot hover around those on the wall 5) crashing into someone does not count as tagging them 6) no tag backs

I tried to get equal parts of all the ships in this one but I know I failed miserably, I'm so sorry lol (clearly you can tell who I ship the most)

If you want to add more (I will if I think of any), send me ideas, or request anything, please feel free! 😀👍🏻

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btxtreads · 3 years

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Breaking Free

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE WAY YOU DO

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 1.5k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: is this fluff? idk what genre this is. it’s musical, it’s a musical

↳ Warnings: none

Yeonjun’s fast fingers drift across the piano as if it was second nature. His eyes shifted towards the girl leaning on the piano, singing her heart out with an enthusiastic smile. Abruptly, Yeonjun ended the song and turned to the drama adviser—Professor Kim Seokjin—sitting in the front row. Yeonjun subtly shook his head, followed by an amused snort by the teacher.

“Honey, I have no idea who told you that you were good enough for the lead at the moment.” Professor Kim said, lifting his checklist and scribbling something. “Take some lessons and come back to me in two years. Next.”

Yeonjun rolled back his shoulder as another student stepped towards the stage, preparing for their piece. Dahyun sat in the second row of the theater, relaxed as she waited for her turn to audition with an arrogant smirk. Unbeknownst to everyone in the theater, a mop of blonde hair stood at the back of the theater—barely concealed behind the janitor’s cart.

“You know that mop isn’t enough to hide you right?”

The blonde yelped as he turned with wide eyes, facing an amused Y/N with crossed arms as she leaned her shoulder on the wall. Immediately, Kai relaxed.

“Hey, Y/N.” He mumbled, turning back to the audition with a wince as he heard another NEXT.

“Hey. You come to audition?”

“Just had some time to watch.” Kai shrugged. “Wanted to see Yeonjun-hyung here in his element too.”

“Ah right,” Y/N nodded as she turned back to the stage, flinching slightly at the off-pitch sounds coming from the current performer. “Hey, why don’t we go sit here at the back instead of hiding back here.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s nicer.” Kai agreed as Y/N’s hand grasped his loosely, pulling him over.

Kai tilted as he settled in his seat, watching the auditions intently. He saw Y/N perk up when Yeonjun turned back to the audience with a frown, eyes flying to them at the back. Both teens shot him a small wave, making him lighten up and wave back. Before any of them can do anything else, Dahyun stood up and puffed up her curls.

“Professor Kim, why don’t I audition first and show these amateurs how pros do it?”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes as Professor Kim turned and shot her a deadpan look. The teacher looked back down at his list.

“It appears you’re the last one, do what you want.”

Yeonjun sighed again, shaking his head as Dahyun strutted up to the stage.

“I made my own arrangements, Junie.”

“It’s Yeonjun—we’re not friends.”

The senior was still ignored as the girl went into position—for a song set in a slow tempo, with no choreography. Kai and Y/N exchanged glances before looking back at Yeonjun, who just shrugged back. An upbeat tuned started to blast out of the speakers, and Dahyun launched into a performance.

It’s hard to believe,

that I couldn’t see.

You were always right beside me.

Y/N and Kai blinked at each other once more. Dahyun launched into more upbeat choreography, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Thought I was alone,

with no one to hold.

But you were always right beside me.

Yeonjun clenched his fists in irritation as he moved towards his piano to collect the music sheets.

This feeling’s like no other.

I want you to know.

Professor Kim appeared to not be paying attention, having pulled out his phone and scrolling.

I’ve never had someone that knows me like you do,

the way you do.

I’ve never had someone as good for me as you,

no one like you.

Professor Kim pocketed his phone and surveyed the seats with pursed lips as the song approached it’s end.

So lonely before,

I finally found what I’ve been looking for.

Dahyun stopped her performance, making Professor Kim stand with hands in his pockets.

“Anyone else who’s going to audition?”

Professor Kim’s eyes surveyed the theater—locking with Y/N’s as he rose his eyebrows. He looked back at his phone with pursed lips.

“3, 2, 1.” He sighed in disappointment. “No more auditions.”

“Wait!”

Kai flinched as Y/N shot up next to him, stumbling over towards Professor Kim.

“I want to audition.”

Professor Kim looked over at her with a frown.

“Audition for singles are over.” Professor Kim raised an eyebrow. “You’re late.”

Yeonjun stood at the stage, clutching his music sheets with interest. Dahyun snickered at the front, arms crossed as she stuck her hip out to the side.

“But—“

“I’ll go audition with her.” Kai sighed as he stood from his chair, rubbing the back of his head.

Yeonjun gasped in excitement from the stage as Dahyun gaped in anger.

“Kai!” Dahyun squeaked in anger.

The boy ignored her as he stepped forward to place a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He shot Yeonjun a small smile before looking back at the Professor.

“We’ll do a couple audition.”

“Mr. Huening, I called for auditions and neither of you answered.” Professor Kim said as he glanced at his phone. “Perhaps the next musical. I have class in thirty minutes and I still need to stop by for coffee.”

Y/N sighed in disdain as Professor Kim breezed past. Kai and Yeonjun smiled apologetically, the latter turning back to collect his things from the piano. Dahyun smirked arrogantly as she spoke up.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” She giggled, waving her fingers. “I’m sure they’re accepting help backstage!”

Kai rolled his eyes as Dahyun stepped backstage towards the exit. He smiled gently at Y/N.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I don’t know what made me try to get an audition anyways.” Y/N shook her head.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows as he and Y/N walked towards the stage to meet Yeonjun, who was still sorting his papers.

“I’m sure if you had the chance to audition, you’d be the star immediately.” Kai said. “I know what you sound like and it’s leagues better than Dahyun.”

“Doubt that. The most I do with music is record demos as samples for my brother when he produces stuff, that’s all.”

Kai chuckled, shaking his head at the girl’s refusal to acknowledge her talent. They reached Yeonjun, making the older boy smile at the two.

“Hey, guys!” He greeted. “Sorry for that earlier, Y/N. Would have loved to hear you sing, I heard you were good.”

“Ah, not that goo—“

“Are you kidding, hyung? She’d crush the stage.” Kai shook his head, smiling over at Y/N—making her blush.

“That good, huh?” Yeonjun raised his eyebrow as he turned back to his piano and shifted through some papers.

He pulled out three sheets—handing two to Kai and Y/N. Yeonjun sat back down on the piano.

“Show me.”

“I—I don’t—“ Y/N blushed furiously. “I don’t think I should—“

“Come on, I don’t really wanna leave without at least hearing you both—especially you, Hueningie.” Yeonjun smiled in encouragement as he shot both a hopeful look.

“Hyung—“

“Come on, Kai.”

The boy sighed, conceding as he looked back down at the paper.

“I’ll do it if Y/N does.”

The girl whipped over to Kai with wide eyes, blinking in shock as she looked back down at the music sheet.

“Fine but just once.” Y/N mumbled under her breath, clearing her throat as she looked back down at the sheet. “Okay.”

Yeonjun smiled in triumph as Kai shot the girl a soft grin, looking down at his own sheet. Yeonjun began to play once more, lithe fingers pressing keys to produce a beautiful harmony.

“Kai, go.”

It’s hard to believe

that I couldn’t see.

You were always there beside me.

Y/N grinned at Kai’s concentrated face. She turned over to him with a soft smile.

Thought I was alone

with no one to hold,

but you were always right beside me.

Kai turned his head, a smile on his lips as he met Y/N’s gaze. They looked at each other softly, making the elder in the room raise his eyebrow in curious amusement.

This feeling’s like no other.

I want you to know.

Kai reached out and grasped her hand as he sang, a rare smile on his face. Yeonjun kept playing, head turning back to the entrance to see someone walk back in.

That I’ve never found someone

that knows me like you do

the way you do.

Yeonjun smiled to himself as he turned back to the piano, his peripheral vision following a tall figure walk inside the theater with a sharp gaze.

And I’ve never found someone

as good for me as you,

no one like you.

So lonely before,

I finally found what I’ve been looking for.

Yeonjun played the final notes, a smile on his face as he turned to the two.

“That was good.” He said, turning over to the figure in the audience. “What did you think, Yoongi-hyung?”

Kai and Y/N turned to the audience in shock, seeing Professor Kim nod with an impressed smile.

“I expect to see you both in the callbacks.” Professor Kim said, picking up his forgotten bag at the front row. “Yeonjun, help them practice. I’m sure they’ll need all the help they can get.”

“Roger.” Yeonjun saluted as Professor Kim turned back around to leave.

Y/N and Kai exchanged alarmed glances.

Some things never turn out the way you plan them to.

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justnerdthings · 3 years

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Frigid Heart Ch. 2

F!Reader x Bi-Han

Seems Bi-Han may be a rule breaker.

@miss-nori85 @whitelotusfighter @icy-spicy @crazytxgradstudent @d-taslim @bihansthot @legends-of-apex @lillikue @missroro

idk if I tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged, let me know if I missed you! And thanks for liking my awful writing. >w<

You had always been an early riser. And given how stressful yesterday had been, you were surprised you’d managed to get up so early. The sun hadn’t even come up yet. You imagined no one was awake at this hour… But that was foolish thinking. Of course someone was up. The Lin Kuei village had to be guarded against enemy attack, ready at a moment’s notice.

Sub-Zero was still asleep as you moved around his home quietly. You could hear his light snoring even from the kitchen. As long as you could hear that, you knew you were being silent enough. The stew from last night had been left on the hearth, steeping over night. You gave it a good stir and added some water before helping yourself to a small bowl of it. Once your bowl was empty, you promptly washed it out and put it away. Another pot, full with tea was in the hearth. You helped yourself to some of that as well. You cleaned the cup. After a quick trip to the outhouse it was time to start your day.

You’d learned where most things were the day before, but everything looked different in the dark. You carried a lantern with you as you moved about outside. The idea of running away still fluttered through your head, but Lily’s words followed close behind. There was nothing close by. You’d freeze out there. As much as your old masters would have preferred that you’d run, or simply kill yourself instead of being captured by the Lin Kuei, you didn’t much feel like freezing to death. Besides, so far, the Lin Kuei weren’t so bad. None of the other servants up at this hour seemed to notice you as you collected water from a nearby well. Assassins assigned night watch had, though. You could feel their eyes on you as you carried the bucket of water back to Sub-Zero’s house. You dumped the water into a large pot and went back to the well for more water. Once the pot was full, you used a small stick to catch the flame from your lantern and light the fire pit under the pot.

Sub-Zero had a lot of laundry. You wondered when he’d last had his clothing cleaned. Who had done it? You doubted he would have as you scrubbed at stubborn blood stains. You’d piled the clean clothes up in a basket before taking them inside to hang by the hearth. The heat would dry them faster. And they wouldn’t freeze. Eventually you’d run out of room to hang clothing and opted to stop for now. There were plenty of other things to do.

“You.”

You blinked and looked up from scrubbing the floor to see Sub-Zero looking down at you. You straighten up on your knees. “Yes, Master?”

“Where did you learn to fight?” He asked you. He’d been wondering ever since he’d saw you fend off some assassins.

You bowed your head, looking down at the floor. “Servants are taught to defend their masters in my clan— You stopped yourself. That was not your clan anymore. “In the Snow Ninja clan,” you corrected.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you. They taught their servants to fight? That was either foolish, or genius. He wasn’t sure which just yet. He supposed if the servant was undoubtedly loyal, it was smart… And you had been. You might still be. No matter, he had beaten you before with little effort, he would have no trouble doing it again. “Get up. Follow me,” he ordered and turned to walk away.

You rose and dusted your hanfu off before hurrying after him. The sun was high. He led you outside, close to the treeline, still very much out in the open. “Take your stance,” he ordered. Your brows bunched as you looked at him, your hands neatly folded into the flowing sleeves of your hanfu. But seeing his eyes take a sharp look, you slowly took your stance, a basic Mantis stance.

Sub-Zero took his own stance, much more confidently, an aggressive energy emanating from him. Fighting him last time didn’t go so well. You knew this one wasn’t going to end up much better.

He came at you first. You backed up, not bothering to hide the fear on your face as you dodged his first strike. Dodging only got you so far. It wasn’t long before his palm slammed into your chest.

The wind was knocked out of you. You backed away against a tree and held your chest as you tried to catch your breath. He was grinning at you. “You should have spent more time cleaning. You’re not going to survive a real fight,” he told you.

Your jaw clenched. You knew that. You knew you weren’t the best fighter. Your eyes shifted to the ground.

“Come on,” he said, taking a stance again. You watched him curiously. What was he doing? Was he trying to humiliate you in front of the entire village? You glanced over to see a few assassins had taken notice. Your face grew hot and you shook your head to Bi-Han.

“Ignore them.”

“It is not my place to fight you, Master,” You said sheepishly, rubbing at the center bone of your chest.

“I’ll let you know where your place is. Now ready yourself,” he told you. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why would he? He was your master.

Reluctantly you pushed yourself away from the tree and took your stance again. He came at you. You dodged. Dodged. Dodged. Then you decided to block. You’d managed to catch his fist and shove it away. You backed up. He recovered flawlessly and spun with a kick aimed for your head. You barely had time to react. You instinctively ducked, then striked.

Bi-Han caught your hand before it could reach his throat. His strong grip twisted your arm, causing you to cry out before he tossed you to the ground.

You grunted as you hit the frozen ground.

“Better,” he said. “But where is that furiosity I saw only a few days ago?”

You didn’t have an answer for him as you pushed yourself back up to your feet. The confidence you had before was when you had a chance of getting away alive. Here… There was no hope for escape. Even if you had managed to defeat him, there were at least a hundred more assassins that would come after you. You weren’t that good.

“Again,” Bi-Han said. You huffed in frustration. He was just too fast. He was too good. His brows rose expectantly as you stared at him. Defeated, you readied again. “Come at me,” he ordered, switching it up. Maybe you were better on the offensive.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him, as your eyes scanned over him, looking for any sign of weakness… Nothing jumped out at you. Either he had no weakness, or he was exceptional at hiding them. You shifted into an offensive stance, opposite his defensive one.

What came from you was a flurry of strikes, high and low. Bi-Han was calculating each move you made, dodging and blocking beautifully as you desperately tried to land a hit. Frustration was building within you again. But that was exactly what Bi-Han wanted. He wanted you angry. He wanted your full focus. He wanted you to fight him.

As experienced as Bi-Han was, it was no surprise that he was able to see every strike just before you made it. However, he didn’t expect you to suddenly switch your style. A delightful surprise. He caught your foot as you kicked it straight up for his chin.

Your eyes flinched as he held you like that, leg high in the air. He was mildly surprised at your flexibility and grinned, admiring the view. Seeing his smirk, your face grew hot. It wasn’t exactly new. Your old masters had given you similar looks… But it didn’t mean you liked it. Bi-Han’s brows knotted as he noticed a silent rage come to your face. You let your supporting leg give out from under you. You dropped. The sudden dead weight caused Bi-Han to jerk forward just as you caught yourself. Supporting yourself on your hands, you pushed your lower half up and drove your heel right into his chest.

A grunt escaped him from the impact and he dropped your leg. You then flung yourself up with a backflip. You were back on your feet and in stance again as you watched him.

Bi-Han chuckled as he straightened up and rubbed at his chest. A few strained coughs escaped him. He wasn’t sure what kind of move that was, but he liked it. He was sure you didn’t only fight with what you were taught. You improvised. A sign of a warrior. Perhaps in a past life you’d been just that. He nodded, more to himself. “Interesting,” he said as he stepped away.

You watched him cautiously as he walked to the closest assassin that had been watching. He held his hand out to the man. “Give me your blade.” The assassin looked confused, but obliged in unsheathing his sword and handing it over. Your caution grew as he turned and walked back towards you. Your jaw stiffened as your heart beat faster. He was going to kill you, wasn’t he? This was it. You’d hit him, now you were going to be killed!

You flinched away as he stepped in front of you, awaiting the inevitable…

Which didn’t come.

Confused, you peeked up to see him holding the sword out to you, offering it.

“Hey, don’t give her my sword!” the blade’s owner called over.

“Be quiet!” Bi-Han shouted, not looking back at the man.

“Are you sure that’s wise, Sub-Zero?” Tundra questioned, stepping forward.

“Wise? No. But it should prove interesting,” Bi-Han answered and gave the blade a little shake, as if to tell you to hurry up and take it.

Your hand shook as you reached for it, expecting him to slice your hand off just before your fingers could graze against the handle. But he didn’t. He let you take the blade and stepped back a few paces as a sword of his own grew from his hand. You watched in amazement. Was that… ice? Was that why he was called Sub-Zero?

“Have you ever wielded a blade?” Bi-Han asked.

You nodded, peeling your eyes away from his ice sword and to his face. Your grip tightened on your borrowed sword.

“Good,” was all he said before shifting into a new stance. You followed with your own.

Your swordsmanship paled in comparison to his. But with weapons now involved, you had more motivation to give him everything you had. Your blades clashed together as you two fought. For ice, his sword was incredibly durable. Your steel blade wasn’t leaving any marks on it as they collided over and over.

But you were quickly growing tired. You didn’t have the same level of endurance Bi-Han had. In one last burst of energy, you kicked for his arm. As his focus shifted to your foot and he twisted to catch it in his free hand, you sliced your blade up at his face.

A hiss escaped him as he backed away, free hand moving to cover his cheek. His fingers were painted in blood as he pulled his hand away. You froze, your eyes wide at the sight. You didn't mean to do that… did you?

The assassin known as Tundra had begun to move forward and grow his own blade. You dropped yours and quickly backed away from it in fear.

Bi-Han glanced up to see his brother moving for you. His ice blade crumbled to the ground as he lifted his clean hand up, signalling for Kuai to stop. Tundra obeyed, but his hand held a similar sword of ice as he watched you cautiously. His eyes peeled away from you when he heard his brother begin to laugh.

“You’re full of surprises,” Bi-han said, impressed with you, watching as you cowered. He used his sleeve to wipe the trickling blood from his cheek as a smug grin stayed plastered to his face.

“What is going on out here?!” Lily’s voice shouted over. The older woman stopped in her tracks when she saw Bi-Han’s face, cheek sliced open. Her eyes scanned the assassins and servants that had gathered. One servant pointed. Lily followed the gesture to see you, shaking, sword at your feet. “You!” Lily made to go after you, but was stopped by Bi-Han stepping in the way.

Lily’s brows knotted up at him. “How did she get a sword?!”

“I handed it to her,” Bi-Han simply said. “I wanted to see what she could do.”

“You handed her a weapon?!” Lily said in disbelief.

“I did.” Bi-Han turned and moved towards you. He stopped at the blade and picked it up with a bit of flourish. He smirked and flipped it, catching the blade and holding the handle out to you. He made sure that old nag, Lily, saw it.

Lily’s face grew red. She was absolutely flustered. The idea of you wielding a Lin Kuei sword… You, a regular servant, and not even one proven loyal. “The Grandmaster will hear of this,” she told him before turning to storm off back to the palace.

“Brother—” Kuai began, but was cut off with a glare from Bi-Han.

“Let her tell him. This is my servant, isn’t she? Mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes, but—”

Bi-Han grew his ice blade again and pointed it at you as he stepped back. “Again.”

Kuai sighed as he watched you hesitantly take a stance. What the hell was Bi-Han doing...

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