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talas-starlight · 3 months

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Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem!reader (pt.7)

Summary: reactions from team avatar when they find out your ozais assassin

warning: mentions of scars, not very happy gaang, mean katara!, angst

masterlist: here!

most previous part: here! (all other parts can be found in my masterlist!)

authors note! hello!! idk if anyone will be reading this but if you are welcome!! i haven't posted to this series in YEARS so please forgive me as I'm very rusty at writing but please enjoy!

Unified screams erupted upon Appa. “YOU’RE WHAT!”

“Aang what have you done! You literally let a murderer on Appa! She’s going to kill all of us! Katara was right, and I can’t believe I ignored her.”

“I KNEW IT! Quickly Aang, land Appa and let’s get her off!”

Unable to take it anymore, Toph lost her cool. “Can you knuckle heads shut up! I highly doubt that she will kill us, why the hell would she listen to you guys fighting all the time when she could end her misery by taking you out.”

Reality hitting Sokka and Katara, they finally piped down, allowing Toph to continue.

“Look, what you said is highly questionable. I’m not saying that I trust you, but you’re going to have to give us more information than that or else I’ll throw you off myself. Got it?”

You sighed. At least someone in the group had more sense. “Yeah, of course. What would you like to know?”

“Well for starters a name would be great. Oh and maybe, I don’t know, how and why you’re the Fire Lords Assassin?!”

You almost wanted to pull Katara’s braid for the irritating look of satisfaction on her face. “Right okay… well my name is y/n. uhhh and I was forced to become his assassin when he caught me after I broke into the palace three years ago.”

“That’s it?! Nuh uh lady. I know he’s the Fire Lord and had done some awful things but why would he do that to a child?! You’re either lying or somethings still missing.”

There was a lot to weigh up. To suddenly reveal everything about you would be too much and would get you thrown off Appa anyway. Yet to reveal nothing wouldn’t let you gain enough trust to even last a day. Leaving you to share the one thing you knew so little about yourself that you didn’t care if they knew and hopefully enough of a miserable, pitying tale that they’d let you off the hook for the time being.

“My parents aren’t in my life, they never were. I don’t know who they were or why they did it. All I had was my trainer, Zemin. In his time, he was the most notorious Assassin in the entire Fire Nation and when he retired, he never took on any students to carry on his legacy - if you could even call it that. Every other trainer was ecstatic because this meant that their students would earn the most bounties. Until there was me. I don’t know why he took me in… he just said that he found me as in infant and regretfully took me from an islands rocky shore maybe to sell me off somewhere. I suppose he realised he could make even more money from me if he trained me until I could pay off debt for him raising me. I did the one thing assassins could do, kill. All the money I ever earned from each bounty went straight to him. Luckily enough, I learned quickly, and I got to my final payment when I was 13, then he would have set me free.”

Horrified, Aang couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was nothing like this in the Air Temples growing up. “Luckily enough?! How in any universe is that lucky!”

“Most assassins in the Fire Nation, and others, are stuck paying off their guardians or trainers well into their adulthood. Because of… certain tactics and advantages, I became quite popular if you could put it that way and most of the people, I had to take care of were…” Halting, you knew that if you verbally said some lives are worth more than others, Aang would probably go into cardiac arrest.

“Well, some had more people wanting them gone so the bounty was higher.”

“How does this have anything to do with you working for the fire lord! I don’t see why Zemin would let you go if you were doing so much for him.”

Your strength was fading. You hated yourself for how much you scretly enjoyed having people around that weren’t as idealistic as those in the Fire Nation. “He didn’t. I got an anonymous mission to take out a high general in the palace. So high, that it was going to be enough for me to finish my debt.” After not being met with screams you felt reassured to continue…. they seem to be taking this well…

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “On my way out, I got caught in the middle of an Agni Kai. The fire lord wasn’t too pleased I killed one of his generals or interfered with punishing his son. Yet somehow in his psychopathic mind he saw it as an opportunity to pledge my allegiance to him.”

The silence amongst the group was short lived.

“YOU MEAN ZUKO?”

“YOU KILLED SOMEONE.”

“AND YOU ACCEPTED?”

You scrunched your face. Maybe this was a bad idea to tell them. But it was too late to go back. “Yes, it was Prince Zuko in the Agni Kai, that’s how he got his scar. Yes, Aang I did kill the general, but to be fair I haven’t killed anyone since then… And Katara if you were being tortured every day for 8 months, I’m sure you would wear down too.”

The waterbender was unsatisfied with your answer. “Unbelievable! Of course, you did! Everyone has a choice in this world, and you chose the fire lord. You’re nothing but a coward.”

“My life was on the line! You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh please, y/n. I do. I know everything! Sure, you were raised to assassinate others, but you can’t expect me to believe you didn’t know what you were doing when you were standing before Ozai. I would have stayed in a life of suffering than go with him.” Shaking her head, she pierces you with a disgusted look, “You’re no better than Ozai. No better than Azula.”

As Appa continued to glide through the ever-ending expanse of the sky, it seemed nothing could break the suffocating tension that encompassed everyone upon his saddle.

Toph was the only one to speak up. “Didn’t you hear her Katara? She hasn’t killed anyone since then! She’s surviving. If you ask me… she’s braver than any of us, you never know what could have happened to her if she got caught not actually killing her targets!”

Irritated Katara only grumbled, turning away while leaving the two boys to think about how they felt about you. Despite giving them answers, they still had so many questions.

It was undeniably clear that Katara has made her mind up about you, and you were sure everyone else was the same despite the earth benders attempts at comforting you. Hence, as you sat there across from the four of them, you were the first to break eye contact, turning your head to the side as you searched for something to focus on out there in the sky. Bird, a cloud, anything. You didn’t have the heart, the courage, to argue against what she said.

Unknown to you, Aang shuffled closer to you scared that his angry friend might hear him going towards you. His words only just loud enough to hear above the wind he whispered to you… “Its okay y/n. I don’t really understand what you’ve done or what you’ve been through but when youre ready.. you can tell us.

That was the first time your heart ignited a comforting warmth.

As Appas soft paws skilfully landing on the hard earth, you felt your heart drop inside you. What do I do now? Mind racing through all the possibilities, Toph seemed to have decided what to do before you could even stand.

“Hey! Come with me.”

Jumping off Appas saddle you landed on your feet with such a skilled silence, Toph had to sense your heartbeat to even realise you were next to her. Setting off towards where she’d set up her sleeping area, it was best you stuck closely behind.

“Don’t think about what Katara said, she doesn’t get it.”

“How so?”

Stalling in her tracks, she turned her unseeing gaze towards you. “She doesn’t know what its like to be born into a life that you don’t want. And she definitely doesn’t know how hard it can be trying to escape it.”

Unsure with how to reply, humming in understanding was the best you could come up with.

“Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I know you most certainly don’t need me, but I’ve got your back.”

The next day had gone by agonizingly slow. With Toph trying to teach Aang earth bending you were left to your own devices since Katara decided to tag along. Although you found yourself tailing Sokka as he went his own way looking for food unaware of your silent giggles seeing him get stuck in the ground.

“...big things eat smaller things. Nothing personal. But this time, it didn’t work out that way…I admit it, you’re cute…”

You decide to finally reveal yourself, tired of your lack of entertainment. “What are you doing down there Sokka?”

Letting out a girl like squeal, he’s horrified at getting caught in this position. “Nothing!”

“You look like you could use some help.”

“I don’t want help from you!” You dismiss it. Surely he has no other choice but to make himself acquainted with you.

“Yeah, right. It’s funny, you’re probably the third person that has ever said that to me. The second in about the span of 48 hours.” you cant help but divert your attention towards the cute animal annoying him. “Aweee look at this cutie!”

“Get away from it!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to hurt it!”

“Please, I actually quite like animals. They’re a lot better than humans anyway.”

“I- well… fine! Just go away?”

You scoff, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t like you!”

“Hmm… is that so.”

“Yes, of course it is!”

You’re done feeling sorry for yourself. “Are you sure you don’t like me, or do you feel that way because of your sister?”

“I- well… argh! Fine! I don’t know.”

“Well… why don’t you talk to me and work it out for yourself? If you still dislike me so much I’ll leave you be and get someone to come help.”

A silence fills the distance between the two of you.

He sighs, caving in, “So.. this Zemin guy. Did he REALLY not give you a choice?”

Looking up, you stare at the clear sky. “I learnt early on in my training that I didn’t have a choice or options in life other than what he wanted. Any exercise I rushed through, half assed, or tried to skip through when he wasn’t looking came with consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

“The kind that keeps all of my clothing and bindings on so I don’t constantly get pitiful looks or too many questions.”

He scoffs, “prove it”

Staring at all your layers you sigh, “don’t say I never warned you.”

Peeling off all your layers one by one until your down to just your tank top and pants, you decide to take off your face mask last. Your eyes meeting Sokka’s, you notice him swallow thickly. But its you to break the ice first. “In all fairness, most of them are now from Ozai. The older they look… well I’m sure you can work it out for yourself.”

“b-but-“Fuck why did I have to make him uncomfortable.

Unable to take it any longer, you pull him out from the hole in the ground. “Its fine.”

You turn to walk away after helping him, but he grabs your scarred wrist, the feeling of the textured skin making him internally wince. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you expose yourself like that. Its horrible that you had to experience that… hell we look the same age!”

“Everyone is on different paths. Look, lets just forget about it..”

Sokka feels like he could bust into tears “No! you don’t understand. I’ve seen the effects of the fire nation… hell they took away my mum. I still remember it, sometimes I have weeks where I keep reliving it in my nightmares, only finding peace when im awake. Its like im being haunted. But- but you?! You have to face it whether you’re awake or asleep”.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t handle the intensity of his words. Theres nothing you can do. Nothing you can say. You hug him. You don’t remember the last time you held someone. It feels weird, almost wrong. But as he squeezes you back, tightening the embrace, you understand one thing. You have an understanding with the water tribe boy, despite how dark it may feel.

Hours pass by as you sit with sokka talking about useless topics until the other three join you once more. Feeling weariness in their gaze, you realise you forgot to put your layers back on. Now everyone can see your face and scars.

Only Aang has the courage to speak with you.

“Hey. Uhhh, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I just… I’m sorry for not speaking much with you since yesterday. I didn’t mean to, it was just a lot to process personally! Growing up with the Air Nomads, I was taught that killing is wrong and that under no circumstance should that be the answer. If I’m completely honest with you, I still stand by those teachings and to have someone who has… killed… so close to me and the people I care the most about is… unsettling.”

There it was. You knew despite how much he was trying; you knew he wouldn’t be able to see past what you did. What you are.

“I understand. I don’t blame you, or anyone for reacting the way they are, and I know what it feels like to want to protect those who mean something to you.” You glance at Sokka, remembering how he understood.

“Just… please understand that I’ve realised what I did was wrong and while I can’t change everything that I have done, I’m trying to move away from that way of life. I don’t want to be a killer anymore. I’m trying my best to fix it.”

“I know…. Its just-“

“You don’t trust me.”

“What?! NO! I mean…. I don’t know. You clearly have good inside of you but it’s hard to look past.”

“I get it. I’ll head off then, the world needs you Aang and I won’t be the one to stand it your way.”

“No! stop! Please! I know I said it’s hard for me to do, but I clearly see you trying your best. I know you won’t hurt me. I just… I suppose I need to open my eyes more. See you for who you are now, what you’re doing now.”

But what if you can’t? What if I’m still that person, no matter how much I try to shove it away. This is what I have been made to become?

“Okay.”

Letting out a nervous quiet laugh, he glances back to everyone. “okay well… lets eat!”

Zuko stares at the sky in the heavy downpour. “You always through everything you could at me. Well, I can take it. And now I can give it back!”

Lightning cacks in the sky before his eyes.

“Come on!”

“Strike me! You never held back before!”

Met with only the sound of the world around him, he feels helpless. Lost. Alone.

Screaming out, Zuko falls to his knees as the rain and guilt encompasses all of his senses.

His voice scratchy from screaming, he can hardly croak out… “You never held back from her."

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fairyofshampgyu · 1 year

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Now Live: Stream 4

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, vibrating cock ring, voyeurism

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

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“Wait so you used to watch my streams all the time?” Beomgyu looks at you all cocky as you both walked to the uni’s concert hall, music sheets in both your hands of the arrangements you had finally finished to show the ensemble to play. “That’s so adorable. I appreciate my fans so much, I really do.” He presses his hand to his chest dramatically.

“Shut up.” You elbow his side, causing the music sheets in his hand to fall on the ground in the chilly and windy breeze.

“Owww. Hey! You should help me pick those up!”

You don’t, carrying on strolling as he speedily grabbed the sheets, racing to walk beside you again.

“What was your username, come on tell me. Don’t be embarrassed.” He looks at you with a shit eating grin.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Come onn! I think I deserve to know!”

“No.”

“But-”

“-No.”

“Why not?!”

You give it some thought whether you should tell him or not but he probably would never let it go if you didn’t. Sighing, you decide to just let it out. “I was…user seggsysax…”

Beomgyu bursts into a fit of laughter in disbelief, “You were seggsysax?!” He can’t stop laughing and you just stand, staring at him with a deadpan gaze. “I always see your username in every single one of my lives! Even from the very start! Wow. Thank you for being such a loyal fan.” He laughs even more, “I thought your username was weird though.”

You roll your eyes, slightly embarrassed. “I play saxophone! And…it’s sexy? I don’t know I just came up with anything! Will you stop laughing?!” But beomgyu looks like he’s about to hurtle to the ground any second.

You make it to the concert hall, waiting for the other musicians to start coming in. Strings, woodwind, brass, and percussionists to sit in their assigned positions, you and beomgyu handing out the scores on the music stands.

“Hello! I’m Beomgyu and this is Y/n. We’re the two organisers of the music department’s Christmas performance this year.” Beomgyu introduces you both cheerily once everyone settles in and begins to explain what will be happening.

And then you all start practicing and learning the pieces, you and beomgyu taking it in turns to conduct and play and telling them how certain sections should sound like. It was already beginning to come together and was already sounding great.

You were actually pretty excited about it, people coming up to praise you both on how you’ve arranged it after it had finished and you and beomgyu giving each other a little fist bump once they all left.

“So, you’re gonna be my manager or whatever then? What are you even gonna do?” Beomgyu asks, both of you at his place, sitting on his comfy bed after practice to discuss your earlier proposition.

“Well, since I’ve watched a lot of camboys and have been part of your audience, I could give you input and ideas on what other watchers would want and like so we can make more money. I could also help you film everything since it must be hard trying to film it yourself and I’ll monitor what people comment and what gets you more tips.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Alright then. Interview’s over. Sure, you’re my manager now I guess. Why do you want to though anyway?”

“Because I am broke as hell and couldn’t find any part time jobs and this doesn’t seem that bad. Why did you start being a camboy?”

“I’m also broke and need to pay off my college tuition.” Beomgyu shrugs his shoulders, “I stumbled across a camboy once and thought hey! I can make money at home just jerking off so…”

You nod, “Yeah, you’re good at it.”

He smiles at your praise, eyes scrunching into little crescent moons and cheeks blushing, “Thanks!” Clearly, he likes compliments. It’s kinda really cute. You clear your head at the last comment-Off topic, off topic.

“So…why don’t we try out and film something now?” You suggest nonchalantly.

“What? Like, right now?” Beomgyu’s eyes pop out his sockets.

“Yeah if you want to”

“O-okay. Y-yeah, yeah...”

He gives you your phone so you can set everything up, putting it on the tripod and angling the cameras to one of his bare walls, ready to stream. “What should I do?” Beomgyu asks shyly.

“I don’t know. Do you have somewhere where you keep all your toys and stuff?”

So he goes to his wardrobe, getting a pink box at the back and opening it for you to look at a variety of little vibes, dildos, plugs and many other things. Your eyes catch a vibrating cock ring you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I haven’t seen you use that before.” You point at it.

“Yeah I got it recently.”

“Do you wanna use it today? I bet the viewers would go crazy. It’s pretty.”

“Y-yeah okay then.” Beomgyu’s voice suddenly sounding mouse-like.

Beomgyu starts changing out of his clothes to put on his usual thigh highs and putting the cock ring on with slightly shaking hands. He doesn’t know whether he should tell you to look away since you’ll literally be watching him anyway and it’s not like you’ve never seen him naked, given you’ve watched multiple of his streams.

But you turn your head anyway, taking your phone out and going on it, acting as if you were extremely busy replying to life changing messages. You just had twitter up and kept refreshing it.

Once he was done you look up, not daring to look anywhere but his face. He passes the controller to the vibrator to you, averting your gaze as well.

“You want me to do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. Should I start the stream now?”

He nods and positions himself where you set the tripod and then you press the live button. Loads of users washing in and beomgyu says his usual greetings and welcomes to them.

After that he looks at you as if to indicate for you to start the controller and so you do, putting it on a low setting. Beomgyu also starts to fuck himself along with it, pumping his dick with his hands, slowly.

Beomgyu is beyond embarrassed right now. Whilst he’s fucked himself for thousands of people to watch, it’s incredibly different to this right now. A real person, right in front of him. Someone he knows. It made him so nervous, especially with your firm gaze on him, you not saying or visibly reacting to anything he’s doing making him even more squirmy. Somehow though, he thinks it’s making him even more turned on with you right there watching him. What was this weird feeling? What were you thinking of him right now?

You press one of the buttons to the controller even higher. Beomgyu looking at you with wide eyes as he carried on stroking his cock with the added vibrations, not even looking anywhere else but your face at this point, completely forgetting there was another audience watching him right now besides you, but he doesn’t bother checking the comments this time as he moans, feeling the pleasure overtaking him. He can’t believe he’s acting like this in front of you. Literally moaning with you right there. Because of you.

You know you shouldn’t feel like this at all. Like, absolutely at all. It was so, so wrong for you to feel like this but watching beomgyu like this, falling apart in front of you, stroking his dick shyly, you controlling his pleasure made you so unbelievably aroused. You could moan yourself to be honest.

You’d think that knowing Angel was actually beomgyu would make you stop feeling attracted to Angel at all, but you’re starting to think it’s only increased it. You watched every one of his streams, your favourite camboy and you’d fuck yourself as well while watching him, thinking he was perfect. And now, he was a mere few feet away from you. In real life. Fucking himself whilst you got to watch. In person. What you used to watch on your laptop screen doesn’t even compare to the real thing. His moans, reactions, body even prettier in real life.

The amount of willpower it took to not go and just fuck him right there. But that would be so wrong. It’s beomgyu. Not Angel. Well, actually you’re a bit confused now. But either way, it would be so wrong. Especially since you’re just his manager now. You’re professionally working with him. You can’t do that.

You turn the button up to the highest beomgyu looking at you fearfully and throwing his head back, whining. He slows his movements down on his dick for a second but you give him a glare as if to say ‘don’t you dare’ so he doesn’t, whimpering as he continued to stroke his dick for you.

You look at the comments to see viewers confused on whose controlling the cock ring since that’s never happened before, but they find it hot, him not not knowing what’s gonna happen.

He squishes his legs together, pumping his dick faster, eyes facing the ceiling and moans increasing and you know he’s just about to cum, seeing the scene loads of times before to know when he’s just on the verge. You press the button multiple times to go to one of the more lower settings, beomgyu snapping his head to you, distraught from not getting his high yet.

Then you go again, pressing it to the highest immediately, making beomgyu’s body jerk from the shock. He stills his hand for a second but knows better than to stop, so he just keeps jerking himself off until he’s about to cum again which doesn’t take long at all. And then you make it go to a low vibration again, beomgyu whining out loud at you. Then you start it all over again.

His hands go up to hide his face, embarrassed from the sounds he’s making in front of you and the reactions he’s making. “Y-y/n…!” Beomgyu whimpers out your name accidentally, from you still not letting him cum.

His comments go absolutely crazy. Everyone wondering who the new person behind the camera was on Angel’s channel.

@iheartsubby324: Whose y/n?!!?!?! Does he finally have a fuck buddy for himself after all this time? We’ve been telling him.

@angelsno1fan: Fuck that’s not fair. I wish I could be doing that to him right now. 😩

Many other users in all caps shouting from the screens, going mad that for the first time, Angel has someone else there. Of course you’re literally just his manager/kinda camera person helper but they don’t know that. You know if you were watching that right now you’d also be going crazy.

You let the cock ring stay on the high setting this time and beomgyu’s movements go faster on his cock, his thighs shaking together as he closes them shut again, cock twitching in the vibrating ring and he cums everywhere with a strangled pretty moan, more cum coming out of him due to the cock ring.

He can’t believe he just came in front of you. He’s never done anything like that in real life before in front of someone ever. He’s embarrassed to say he kinda liked it. But also embarrassed he just did that.

Fuck, that’s literally hottest thing ever and you got to see it in person. It was also painful to just sit there and watch. You continue to just stare it at him with your mouth slightly parted, he looked so gorgeous like that, panting, eyelids fluttering, cum covering him—you need to stop. That’s beomgyu!

You check to see how much money he just made. It was more than usual you don’t why. It wasn’t really anything different.

You wait for beomgyu on his bed as he takes a shower, feeling incredibly awkward and tense, swinging your legs off the bed. Then beomgyu walks out the bathroom, making you jump. His hair wet and masking his eyes, he dries his long hair with a towel not looking anywhere near you, you could also see how awkward he felt. Most people looked like ugly drenched rats when they came out the shower but he looked kinda…attractive-off topic! Off topic again! Beomgyu picks up his phone when a notification buzzes.

“My friend’s having a party right now. Wanna go?” Beomgyu asks, trying to ease the tension away. Just act like it never happened for now.

“Of course you have a party to go to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, are you coming or not?”

“Fine. I don’t really have anything better to do.”

You walk into Choi Yeonjun’s house, one of beomgyu’s other playboy friends, music—if you’d even call that music—blaring, making your ears slightly hurt and shit-faced people frolicking about, some play beer pong and other stereotypical house party games. Ah, how serene.

Beomgyu approaches Kang Taehyun and you follow as he excitedly jumped on his shoulders, scaring the dude.

“Taehyunnn!” Beomgyu shouts.

“You scared the shit out of me. What the hell gyu.”

You stare at them perplexed, “You guys know each other…?” Kang taehyun was one of the top students at your university and was extremely intelligent. And beomgyu was well…You can’t imagine they would both be friends at all.

“Of course we are! We’re best friends!”

“That’s stretching it a bit.” Taehyun jokes.

“Hey! You can’t say that to your husband!”

“We’re not husbands…I would never marry you.”

Beomgyu gasps. “So you want a divorce?!”

“Yeah because he’d marry me instead!” Huening kai walks over, drink in hand , another music student you recognised but he took it as a minor.

“You’re cheating on me?!?!” Beomgyu gasps even louder, making huening Kai laugh.

“You’re scaring away all the hoes beomgyu…” Taehyun sighs.

“What hoes? You get zero bitches. Me on the other hand…” Beomgyu flicks his hair at taehyun which only causes Kai to laugh even louder. A very unique laugh, you note. “Anyway this is Y/n! We’re working together on that music performance.”

“Oh hello! Nice to meet you.” They both say in unison.

“Nice to meet you too!”

The rest of the party is pretty uneventful to you. You hang out with taehyun and kai in the kitchen, talking and laughing with them. They were very entertaining to be around and friendly, happy you made some new friends. Beomgyu disappeared at some point and you see him again, clearly very drunk and making out with some girl. All three of you rolling your eyes at him.

“How much do you bet he won’t actually end up fucking them again.” Taehyun turns to Huening Kai.

“Hmmm. $30.”

“You guys know Beomgyu’s a virgin!?” You say the last part quietly.

“Yeah. I have no idea where those rumours came from in the first place.” Taehyun answers.

“Why does he act like that then though?” You ask.

“Beats me.” Huening Kai shrugs.

Once all three of you have had enough at staying at the party, you scavenge for beomgyu, finding him in the garden, passed out in a weird beetle position. And you all take him back to taehyun’s car with much effort.

Huening Kai gets dropped off first since his accommodations are a lot closer and taehyun parks his car since your block was just next to taehyun’s and beomgyu’s. You help taehyun carry beomgyu inside though.

“Hey, my dorm is just right here and I’ve got an exam early in the morning. Do you mind taking beomgyu up to his dorm yourself?” Taehyun asks, since his was at the very first floor and beomgyu’s was at the very top.

“Yeah sure. See you later taehyun. Good luck on your exam!”

“Thank you so much y/n! I’ll see you around!”

You know why taehyun chose not to come, it took absolutely forever to try and drag beomgyu up all the stairs to his dorm, elevator conveniently out of order.

You had to stop multiple times to catch your breath going up those stairs and dragging a mostly unconscious beomgyu with you but you finally make it after what feels like an eternity. Taehyun so owes you for that. And beomgyu. You genuinely feel like you’re gonna collapse but you open beomgyu’s place with his keys.

You tuck beomgyu into his bed. It was quite amusing seeing beomgyu passed out, covers tucked tightly up to his face and his mouth parted, a little unflatteringly.

He tugs on your sleeve before you can leave though, seemingly awake again. “I pussied out on fucking someone again. Is it…is it weird…Am I weird for being a-a virgin…? Beomgyu looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes ever, slurring his words from still being drunk.

“Hey…no of course not! You don’t need to have sex. It doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t be that important. You’re not weird for being a virgin! It’s…it’s normal.”

“But everyone thinks I’ve fucked everyone. And I haven’t fucked anyone. Isn’t that really embarrassing?”

“No it’s just stupid you have rumours like that about you. You shouldn’t care.”

And then he’s passed out again, probably not hearing a word you said, your hand in his to his chest from when he stopped you leaving. You clear your throat, letting go of him and exiting his place.

Next chap

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Hot and Tasty| Kyojuro Rengoku

Synopsis: Your best friend introduces you to one of her friends since you’re introverted and don’t get out much. The two of you hit it off and come to find out, this new friend is a lot closer to your heart than you previously thought.

Warning/contains: cam!boy rengoku, blowjob, mature content, mature language, oral sex, fem and male receiving, maybe a little crush, vibrator on male, slight angst

word count: 7.4K

a/n: i’m finally back, thank goodness. Finals week and then Tears of the Kingdom took over my life. This fic is a small idea I had thinking about Rengoku’s moobies. Like how nice would it be for him to stream with those? Fr, he’d be the type to not understand why he got all the hype. So I dedicate this fic to Kyojuro’s perfect pectorals.

If there was one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were a visual person. You learned better visually, vision was your favorite sense. You used it constantly in your line of work, watching how people interact with one another, shows, and how words could come together to form a story. You wrote and you were damn good at it. Though, books hadn’t been flying off the shelves as you had hoped. So you used your skills of being an introvert and lack of a care to create a streaming channel. Fans suddenly started flocking to you and your following grew and grew until it was apparent you could make some good money off of this. You could combine your passion with something you were good at and get paid for it.

So yeah, visuals made you pretty happy. So happy that even when you touched yourself you couldn’t do so without watching someone else enjoy themselves. Though you couldn’t think about that right now because you were supposed to be meeting up with your close friend Kanroji. She had invited you out to lunch last night and who were you to decline the loveable best friend you’d had for many years now? She’d even offered to pay for your food since she knew times were a little tough for you at the moment. You couldn’t tell her that you’d had a drunk night and accidentally (on purpose) made a big donation to a streamer you watched often. She’d start to ask questions and those questions would lead down a harsh road of embarrassment for you. It’s then that you feel your phone buzz almost as if you’d summoned Kanroji.

Kan_deez_nutsfitinyourmouth

Great news! A friend I haven’t seen in a while is going to meet us there. He told me he just got a huge bonus from work so he’ll treat us to lunch! I can’t wait for you both to meet each other! I hope this is okay. ~11:37am

You read over the text for a few moments before thinking about what Kanroji’s friend would look like. She had a multitude of friends and they came in all different shapes and sizes. Surprisingly she thought of you as her best friend, out of everyone she was friends with she chose you. It meant a lot to you and even though it was narcissistic, being favored by Kanroji Mitsuri made you feel better about yourself. What if she liked this other friend more? That was something you couldn’t let happen. You’d have to make sure Kanroji didn’t abandon you. This fear was probably irrational and you might need to see a therapist about it. You shrug it off and move off your plush bed. You needed to find something nice to wear because you couldn’t show up wearing the same outfit you’d been in for the last 3 days or so. This old friend had to know you meant business. You decide on a short green floral dress that has a stretchy bust to help contain the gravity sacks. The skirt of the dress fell nicely around your stomach and covered enough of your thighs that you didn’t feel super insecure about them. You once yourself over in the mirror leaning against your wall. You looked cute, cute enough to kill. Which you were willing to do if it meant keeping Kanroji to yourself. You slip into some comfortable off-brand white tennis shoes and glance at your phone for the time. It was nearly noon, you should probably start the short journey to the quaint restaurant.

You arrive a little past noon and spot Kanroji seated near the window. Your eyes instantly track the man sitting across from her. He has long blonde hair with red tips. It falls past his shoulders in spiky waves. His shoulders are…incredibly broad, and muscular, and you find yourself staring at the lines of his muscles through his shirt for longer than you would like to admit. You move shyly toward the pair and before you can appear fully in front of them Kanroji notices you. Her face lights up with an excited smile as she waves you over.

“Y/n you made it!” She beams. The man slowly turns and then he abruptly stands up. You slightly jump at the sudden movement but watch as he bows his head and then extends his hand. You look between his massive hand and his bright red and yellow eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n, my name is Kyojuro.” His eyes seem to glow as he grins warmly at you. You take his hand in yours and shake it. A pull of electricity courses through you once your skin makes contact with his. He motions for you to sit next to him with a friendly smile. You accept only because he smelt like delicious food and maybe expensive cologne. He wore a fitted black tee paired with simple blue jeans. You don’t know how he did it, but somehow he looked incredibly good-looking. Maybe it was because he was just that good-looking. How the hell were you supposed to feel confident when you sat next to two beautiful people?

Rengoku was nervous. He’d never seen someone as effortlessly breathtaking as you. He’d never known love before, but he was starting to understand what the phrase love at first sight meant. You were meadows kissed by the sun. You were birds soaring in the sky. You were melodies played by a symphony. Kanroji should’ve warned him that you were more than his type, you were perfect. Rengoku sends a glare toward Kanroji, who smirks his look off and turns her attention to you.

“So what have you been up to this fine morning y/n?” Kanroji inquires. You glance at the man next to you who doesn’t seem too interested in the conversation, so you decide to tell the truth.

“Well, I woke up pretty late, but once I cooked myself a nice breakfast I was pretty pumped to get some work done.” You reply, fiddling with the skin on your thumb. Kyojuro peers at you with an inquisitive look.

“What do you do for work?” He asks, his eyes searching your face like they’ll reveal the answer before your mouth does. You smile kindly and gesture to yourself.

“I’m a self-published author who also likes to stream on Twitch for some extra cash.” His eyes light up like a fire.

“I like to stream too.” He exclaims. You feel your heart soar. For a moment you thought Kyojuro would ask you the same line of questions everyone else seems to. When will you get a real job?

“Really? What platform do you stream on? Maybe I know it?” You quiz. Kyojuro quickly looks away from you. You furrow your brows and observe a red tinge to his ears.

“It’s…pretty unheard of. I don’t think you’d know it…” He trails off. Why did the mood change so suddenly? Did you say something wrong? All you wanted to do was support Kyojuro since it felt like the two of you were becoming friends. Anxiety thrums in your chest. Maybe you weren’t as likeable as you had originally thought. Kanroji’s favor had gotten to your head.

“Well, I have an idea.” Kanroji pipes up, breaking the silence you had inevitably created. You turn to look at her, who had been silent strangely for a while. “Why don’t you both exchange numbers and then Rengoku can send you some of his content when you get to know each other better.” She smiles slyly and Kyojuro shares a strange look with her. He presses his full lips together and lets out a short breath. She pulls out a pad of paper from her bag and passes it to you with a pink pen. “Write down your number. I’m sure Kyojuro will contact you as soon as possible.” She grins, but you can see the mischief in your friend’s green eyes. What was she planning? You scribble down your number and tear out the page it’s on. You hesitate for a moment before sliding it over to Rengoku. His eyes are trained on the piece of paper like it holds the world's secrets.

“Thank you…” He mumbles softly. You nod your head and look away from him.

“No problem.” You respond not sure what just happened. You hear Kanroji giggle and look up to find her covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “What is it now?” You ask, frustration dripping from your tone. This only fuels her laughter more.

“You both are just so…” She shakes her head and gestures to you and Kyojuro. “So cute. We have to hang out more.”

“We haven’t even ordered our food Mitsuri. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Rengoku glares at her. She gains a shit-eating grin on her face. You stare at the shoes you had slipped on, doubt that you should’ve even came today seeping into your thoughts. Did he not want to hang out with you again? He didn’t owe you anything, but did he have to make it so obvious that he wanted to never do this again?

“Well by all means let’s eat because I’m starving.” She grins and clasps her hands together. You peer up at Kanroji, observing her beautiful hair and sharp face. She was the type of girl that people stopped to stare at. You were always the glance, never the double-take. The small lunch ends with mainly Kyojuro and Kanroji catching up about what they’d been up to lately. You sat watching the two interact, mostly entranced with the way Rengoku’s smile seemingly brightened up the dim restaurant. You wished you could watch his mouth all day. The way he formed words was somehow sexy. His whole face expressing his emotions without a filter or care how others would react to him. Kyojuro was beautiful. A ray of warmth in your somewhat cold life. The time ticked by in an instant, and suddenly you were standing to leave. Kyojuro had left to pay for the food and you stood waiting for Kanroji to gather her things. “So, do you like him?” She suddenly blurts. Kanroji had a sixth sense of matching people together. It was like she was a matchmaker in her past life. She just had these feelings when two people would click together in the type of love you hear about in the fictional world. Your eyes widen at her blatant question.

“I just met him.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes at the obvious answer. Kanroji on the other hand sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. You weren’t even sure if he liked meeting you.

“Y/n, I’m not asking if you want to have his children, just a simple ‘Do you think he’s a cool person’? What are your opinions on him at this moment?” She restates. You flush and look away from her prying eyes.

“I…I mean he’s really cool…” You mutter. You know Kanroji is smirking even without looking at her. You can’t seem to stop the confessions, even though you knew she’d tease you about it later. “I think his smile is the most attractive thing I’ve seen on someone, besides his obvious muscular body. He feels safe, which sounds weird because I’ve only just met him, but I think I’d grow to trust him.” You rant, embarrassed that your mouth won’t seem to close. Kanroji pats you on the shoulder and her sly smirk changes to a smile of compassion and understanding.

“I’m really glad it seems you want to be friends with him. My little introvert is growing her social circle.” She wipes away a fake tear and you shove her slightly. Her mischievous glow comes back as she pushes you back. “So you do want to have his babies?” She teases. You’re about to object because even if you want to be friends with him that doesn’t mean he wants to be friends with you, but you feel a presence and you know exactly who it has to be.

“Who’s babies?” Kyojuro’s deep voice asks from behind you. Your whole body freezes and then goes warm. Kanroji on the other hand starts to laugh. At times like this, you really hated your best friend.

“Doesn’t matter.” You grumble and push past the both of them. “I’m leaving.” You don’t wait for either of them, just walk out the door and start the short walk to your apartment. What were you thinking? You got too comfortable with something you didn’t even have. It’s not like Kyojuro would ever look at you like that. You were stupid and… and insecure. Stupidly insecure about your body. What Rengoku lacked in body fat you surely made up for. He probably wanted someone built like himself, able to keep up. You’d just end up slowing him down. You feel a cold coil of anxiety and sorrow wrap around your body. It’s then that someone runs up behind you. You turn around expecting it to be Mitsuri, but Rengoku stands there panting slightly. He was a sight to see. The dimming light of the evening made him glow like an ember. In a way he reminded you of the sunset; once he left you’d be all alone in the dark with only the light from your monitor illuminating your face. He searches your face for some sort of sign that you were displeased. He was worried he’d said something that offended you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to get to know you enough that you might consider becoming intimate with him. He’d never met someone like you and he was damned if he let you go now.

“Did I say something wrong?” He finally asks. Might as well get to the point. There was no need to dance around what he wanted to ask you. You raise your brows and shake your head slowly. Why would he think that? Was he being serious? Never the less, it wasn’t him who had sent your emotions necessarily into a frenzy. It was the pushiness of your best friend.

“No Kyojuro, Kanroji just takes her jokes too far sometimes. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that…” You sigh and press your lips together. Kyojuro’s face relaxes and you are blessed with another one of his smiles.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Can I say something weird?” He rubs the back of his neck and looks off to the side. You tilt your head and shrug, but you can’t help the nervous butterflies the creep up to your sternum. You want to shove them down and tell them there’s no place for them here, but you almost enjoy the way they make you feel.

“I don’t have a problem with whatever you want to say. Go ahead.” You reply. He clears his throat and your eyes meet.

“I’m glad I got to meet you today. You seem really cool and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He mumbles shyly. You can’t help but swoon at the adorable tone of his voice. All your anxietys melt away and are replaced with a steadily beating heart and throbbing lower region. This man had such a hold on you after a few hours of being next to one another. Your face contorts into an idiotic grin.

“Me as well.” You pause and you notice your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t tell if you are nervous talking to someone you want to be friends with… or if it’s the easy attraction you have for him. You decide it’s probably a mixture of both. You also decide to be bold. “Make sure to text me, I want to see your content sometime soon.” You bow your head and go to leave, but before you turn around you catch Rengoku’s face flushing a bright red. Hmm… what an interesting reaction. Maybe…just maybe you should give love another shot. If with anyone, surely Kyojuro would be an excellent choice.

Kyojuro’s heart was nearly pounding out of his chest as you walked out of his view. He watched you until he couldn’t anymore. He stumbles toward the wall and braces himself against it. He attempts to catch his breath and places a hand over his heart. How was he supposed to show such an innocent person the type of content he made…? He couldn’t possibly share his deepest darkest secret with you. You would surely leave him behind if you learned of it. Maybe it was time for him to branch out into the gaming genre so he’d have something to show you.

You got home around 5:30. It didn’t seem like you’d stayed out that long, but here you were nearly 5 hours later finally getting home. You’d somehow made a new friend. This was huge. A momentous occasion. You should celebrate. You look down at your phone and then remember the pounding of your heart earlier. You knew an excellent way to relieve some stress.

It’s not long before you’re in your room propped up on your bed. You grab your laptop from your bedside table and place it on a pillow in front of you. You type in the URL of one of your favorite sites. A horny smile curls the corners of your lips upwards as you search for one of your favored content creators. Yoro was a hunky man, with huge pecs. You could only imagine what they must feel like. His content was very straightforward, but he specialized in role-play, pillow talk, and was famous for his incredible whimpering. It…did things to a person. He always had his hair tied back into a low ponytail, so it had to be long. You wonder how much he’d beg for you if you pulled his hair…Needless to say, this man had you wrapped around his finger. If you ever got the chance to meet him… goodness you don’t even know what you’d do. Probably drop your pants to let the flood free. Yoro also wore a black mask and sometimes a black cap that he pulled over his eyes. It was a little disappointing that you couldn’t see his face, but the rest of him more than made up for it. His body was a work of art and you’d never seen a cock prettier than his. It had to be around 5 to 6 inches long and was so girthy. You wonder if he’d be able to fit inside you. In fact, he was the biggest expense in your life. He was the reason you had spent a lot of money when you were drunk. You had to be his number-one fan. Had to be.

You pull up one of his recent videos and lean up against your headboard. Yoro’s setup was very simple; a view of his bed, which had deep red sheets on it, his gray walls, and a small view of his desk where he sat for Q and As at times. He starts off the video sitting at his desk and explaining that he’ll be trying out a new toy a fan had sent him. It was a small vibrator that could be wrapped around the penis. He looked excited from what you could tell and that made you horny for some reason. You shimmy out of your underwear and toss them on your floor. You spread your legs like you’re showing Yoro your pussy. He’s already strapped the toy onto his cock and has it turned on a low setting.

“Fuck, this feels weird.” He chuckles in a deep voice. You bite down on your bottom lip as your fingers duck into your folds. “I’m going to turn it up higher.” He explains and presses the button a couple of times. You can hear the buzzing from here and your heart pounds with lust. You wanted to be there teasing him with the vibrator. Making him whimper and whine for you give him sweet release. Your eyes close slightly as you gaze at Yoro on your screen. His hair was tucked into his hat this time and you never desperately wished to see someone’s face as they were being pleasured as you do with his. Yoro doubles over on the bed and his legs start to shake. “Ngh. Fuck. It feels so good.” He whines. His eyes dart to look at the camera as he struggles to stay standing. You flutter your eyes closed as you massage your clit with your fingers. God this was so hot. “I think- ahh- close. I’m going to,” His breath shakes as he tries to talk. His muscular arm contracts as he grips the sheets of his bed. “F-fuck, holy shit.” He sputters out as cum spurts from his tip. You bite back a moan and fall off your climax with a shiver running up your spine.

“Wow.” You pant as the video ends. Your eyes shut. You were worn out from everything you did today. Socializing and now this? You’d clean up tomorrow. Right now you were going to fall asleep.

You wake up with a notification from an unknown number. You rub your eyes and read over what the number had said.

‘Did you get home safe?’

It then clicks that this must be Kyojuro. You smile to yourself and save his name as apricot since that’s what his name and hair reminded you of.

Yes, I got home safe and sound. I Fell asleep right after I got in the door.

Apricot

hahaha, did you fall asleep in the entryway?

Lmao, no I at least made it to my bed.

Apricot

damn, so I can’t bully you about being one of those people who sleep on the floor?

I’m afraid not 🙁

Apricot

dw, I’ll find something else to bully you about

jeez I thought we were friends, but now I find out you’re actually a horrible person

Apricot

yup, I’m a monster 👾

wtf emoji is that

Apricot

he’s a cute lil monster wdym?

oooh sure, ‘cute’

Apricot

>:( so now you’re bullying an inanimate object? Who’s the monster now?

caught red-handed, I actually eat children in the night

Apricot

:0 how scandalous

You shake your head and toss your phone to the side of your bed. How could one person be so damn adorable? You remember last night as your face flushes. You should probably clean up and then start planning out your next few streams. After donating nearly 1k to Yoro, you needed to pump out some streams to earn more money.

Apricot

What’s your favorite color?

You bite your lip and think for a beat before typing a response.

I’m partial to greens and pinks, but I can’t lie and exclude reds and purples 🙂

Apricot

I like red too, it was my mother’s favortie color

Is she…?

Apricot

Yeah…it happened when I was young so I’m mostly over it

You don’t have to be over it Kyojuro, grief doesn’t have a deadline

Rengoku doesn’t respond quickly so you set your phone to the side of your desk. You’d put in a load of laundry and starting scheduling streams for next week while texting him. You’ve barely begun to move some items around in your plans when you hear your phone go off.

Apricot

You’re right, my father was never the same after she died and I think he took it out on me. Maybe that’s why I’ve made some of the rash decisions because I wanted to live up to the disappointment he thought I was. It didn’t help that my little brother watched as our father beat me down with his words nearly every day. That’s why I’m working so hard, so I can provide a better life for my brother…and for my father.

You stare at the message, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. The thought of anyone thinking Kyojuro Rengoku was a disappointment was practically unthinkable to you, and you just met him yesterday. You feel angry, sad, and sadistically happy that he felt comfortable enough to tell you this.

Firstly, I want to tell you thank you for sharing. That was incredibly brave of you.

Then there’s what you said, Kyojuro I don’t think you could ever be a disappointment. You’re a product of what happened to you and the environment that was pushed upon you. You grew up damn well, you’re kind, funny, and intelligent. Grief effect people in the strangest ways, I’m just sorry your father got the short end, I can’t imagine how it must of been for all of you. Your father lost the love of his life and you lost a mother. I hope you and your father can make up.

Apricot

I will fight my whole life if it means I can see him. That’s what love is. Thanks for listening to my rambling. Sorry if I overwhelmed you with the sad boy vibes.

No no no, it’s nice to know you’re human. When I met you yesterday I was convinced you were some sort of God

Your face flushes as you boldly send the last text. You flip your phone over and ignore the buzzing. You had to get back to work anyway.

Rengoku was curious what you meant, but for some reason you weren’t reading his messages. He sighs loudly and presses his lips together. You were too cute for your own good. The beast inside of his chest was throbbing. Then there was the aching in the confines of his pants. He was a gentleman, but you were making him think of ungodly things to do to you. How cute your face would look high on pleasure, cumming for the 100th time for him. You’d be such a good fucking girl for him. Opening up your sweet legs and exposing your cunt for him to taste. You’d be absolutely delicious. Thats when he notices a text back from you.

I never thought I’d see a sunrise and sunset simultaneously. That’s what it’s like being with you. Is that weird? You’re a very warm person lmao

I feel like that’s weird.

Ignore that.

Kyojuro, don’t get the wrong idea

Fuck

He can’t possibly contain his smile. Delicious.

It’s been about 3 months since you initially met Kyojuro Rengoku. The two of you had been messaging back and forth nearly everyday, hanging out occasionally, and it was apparent how attracted you were to him. He was intoxicatingly charming over text and when you’d see him in person his smile would wrap your body in a warm coat of giddiness. No longer were you controlled by the cold hands of anxiety. Rengoku’s presence and persisting nature made you realize that you simply shouldn’t give a fuck. You’re you and that’s priceless. Kanroji was ecstatic when you first told her Rengoku asked you to hang out alone. She was convinced you were in love with him, which… probably wasn’t far from the truth. You knew so much about him, but the one thing you were still curious about was the content he made. One part of you felt like it was too late to bring up that topic, but the other part was dying to know if he played games or was more of a talking streamer. What type of things did he do to entertain his viewers? As if summoning him a text message buzzes from him on your phone screen.

Apricot

You wanna come over and chill tonight? I got that new movie you were asking about 😎

Ahh sick, yeah I can be there by 4

Is that good?

I could come earlier but I have some work to finish up before I can make it

Apricot

Yeah that should work

I do have some things I’ll need to finish up in my office though, so if you’re fine just chilling by yourself for like an hour or so until I’m finished then we should be all set

Hell yeah man, I’ll take a nap on your comfortable ass couch

Apricot

Just don’t drool on my poor pillows like last time 🙁

Yeah sure, or I could just not come over

Apricot

FINE, at least hide the massive puddle from me instead of showing me like some proud child who just drew on my walls 😭😭😭😭

Sorry you give off daddy energy 🤷‍♀️

Apricot

It’s my daddy issues rubbing off on me 🚩😭

🚩🚩🚩🚩 problem child alert

Apricot

Hey! You have no idea how evil Senjuro can be. He may look cute, but he uses that against you

Sounds like a child is able to outsmart you

Apricot

Just hurry up and get your ass over here

Yes sir 🙄

You grin to yourself and those happy butterflies fill your chest yet again. Over the past few months you’d gotten used to the wishy washy way they made you feel. Kind of like you were sinking through a cloud, but a big hunky man would catch you when you fell through. It’d been a while since you masturbated to Yoro since you mostly thought about Kyojuro now. In a way you felt bad, but not too much. You hum happily to yourself and finish up the last minute touches to a cover you were working on. You shut down your computer and glance at what you were wearing in your mirror. Oversized gray sweats and a knit blue tank with a heather gray cardigan loosely covering your shoulders. You looked incredibly sexy. A large grin overtakes your face as you make your way to leave for Kyojuro’s, who happens to live a small jaunt north of you.

Rengoku paces nervously waiting for you to arrive. Tonight was the night he wanted to tell you that from the beginning he thought you were the most attractive person he’d ever met. How he would say that without sounding creepy…? He didn’t know. He just hoped you’d take it as a compliment. His breath was short and for a moment he thought he might pass out. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and instantly reaches for it. When he realizes it’s a call from his manager he furrows his brows. He hesitantly answers.

“Yoro, listen, I need you to stream sometime tonight. Views of your colleagues are down to I need you to fill in the donation gaps.” Before he can argue the phone goes silent. His eyes darken and he throws his phone against the couch. He’d planned on editing some videos, but now he had to stream by contract.

“Fucking hell.” He curses lowly and clenches his fist.

You arrive within 10 minutes of leaving, the wonderful air making you in an even better mood. Your smile hadn’t left your lips since your conversation with Kyojuro. You take the elevator and knock on his door around 4:33pm. He opens it briskly, his blonde and red hair in a mess around his face. His chin is scruffy and he wears a loose fitted white shirt with black sweats. He looks amazingly sexy.

“Hello Kyojuro,” You sing and step into his apartment. You wander over to his plush couch and flop down into the cushions. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be here watching some videos while you busy yourself with important secretive content things.” You tease. Little beknownst to you this stikes a nerve in Rengoku. He grits his teeth together and stalks past you.

“Just stay quiet. I’m going to lock the door.” He quips sternly, barley looking at you. You furrow your brows and watch as he stomps into the office and closes the door. You listen for the click of the lock but it never comes.

“Who peed in his cheerios?” You whisper to yourself and sigh loudly. His grumpy demenour had certainly put a damper on your mood, but you were too excited to take another nap on his couch to really care. You were sure when you woke up he’d be back to his bright and cheery self. Not long after you lay your head down you fall asleep.

Rengoku is in your dream, but so is Yoro. They’re both looking at each other and then Rengoku is shirtless and you don’t really care about Yoro anymore.

You awaken from what seemed like a short dream to a loud noise coming from Kyojuro’s office. You grunt in response, upset that the real Kyojuro probably won’t become shirtless. Your eyes slowly adjust to light and you stretch out your legs and arms while making a silent screeching noise. Not sure why stretches felt so good while making a noise, but it had to be scientifically proven. You should probably check on Kyojuro. You glance at your phone and realize you’d been asleep for nearly an hour. How long does it take to become shirtless? You roll your eyes and smack your dry lips. You stand and stretch one more time before wandering over to the office door. You grab hold of the knob and knock softly.

“Kyojuro?” You whisper hesitantly and twist the knob. The door slowly opens into the office, or what you thought was the office. Your eyes first land on the bed over to the left of the room covered in red sheets. Your eyes flick to the gray walls and then to Kyojuro, who’s eyes are widely looking into yours. It’s then you realize this Kyojuro is in fact shirtless. And pantless. Dick out. Mask on. Hair tucked into a hat. Yoro. The man you touched yourself to and would do anything to fuck. Shame for watching Kyojuro’s content without his consent rushed through you for a moment. It wasn’t like you had purposefully sought out what he posted, but happened upon it before you even knew each other. As long as you never told him you were a fan, things would work out. You wanted to keep this between the both of you for as long as you could. You notice the camera flashing and scoot back toward the door, eyes still trained on the magnificent body in front of you. A wash of overwhelming feelings crash into you, but for the sake of whatever the fuck was happening, you stayed calm.

“Sorry guys, my cat almost knocked over a plant.” Kyojuro laughs and turns back to his audience. You notice the vibrator strapped to his dick again and the hunger you had tried to keep calm all this time nearly bubbles out. You’d definitely have to talk this out later, but right now you didn’t want to leave the room. You observe him glance at you a couple of times, but he’s trying so hard to keep his cool. He must think you’re in shock. Appalled. Grossed out. Nope. You’re just really fucking horny. It’s taking all your being to not jump him in front of his camera right now. Everything seemingly clicks into place. Why he got so weird at the restaurant. He didn’t want to tell you he was a cam boy. Why he never shared his content with you. Why he was always so secretive with his office and planning. He also happened to be the one streamer you would do anything for. Which meant in a way you were double horny for him? Maybe after he was done you could convince him to give you a private show? Or was that weird? Maybe that was weird. No harm in asking though. “Yes yoroslut the donations are hooked up to the vibrator. If you send a certain amount it correlates with a certain power setting on it.” He smiles as he replies to a comment. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you watch the live show. You could have some fun with this…

You pull out your phone and notice Kyojuro tense. You smirk and sit down on the ground, back against the wall. He furrows his brows as he watches you, obviously confused on what’s happening. You pull up his stream on your phone and lick your lips with anticipation. You click the donation button and the small gift option. After a couple seconds a low buzzing can be heard from Kyojuro. He tenses and his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re doing. His cock stiffens and you can feel your pussy throb hungrily. He’s trying to pay attention to the stream in front of him, but you were distracting. You donate a medium gift. Louder buzzing and Kyojuro lets out a breathy moan, eyes trained on you. He was searching your face, his muscles tensed because of you. His chest is heaving and you enjoy the way his cock twitches because of the donations you’re sending. Next was the large gift. Incredibly loud buzzing fills the room and Kyojuro doubles over gripping his desk. He whimpers and it cracks into a loud moan. You can hear his breathing from where you sit on his floor. The buzzing continues and Kyojuro starts to shake, his muscles flexing like crazy as he tries to contain himself. You read some of the comments flying by.

Great show. This is so hot!

This is why Yoro is my favorite!

So glad you decided to stream tonight!

Rengoku is letting out soft moans and his eyes squeeze shut. You can’t handle the hunger building in your chest and pussy so you crawl over on all fours to his chair. He’s already scooted out pretty far from trying to contain himself, so crawling under the desk is a simple task. Once you’re there you peer up at him. His blazing eyes meet yours and from the way he’s breathing you can tell he’s close to climaxing.

“I want you to be a good boy and cum in my mouth.” You whisper ever so lightly. His eyes widen slightly but then they flutter shut and he gives you the tiniest nod. You rip off the vibrator from his throbbing and twitching cock. You wrap your hand around him, but since he’s so girthy your hand barley covers any space. You work him as best you can nevertheless. Kyojuro grunts softly and he tries to look back at the comments. You like the way his dick feels in your hand, theres a slight curve at the tip that helps him not slip out of your handjob.

“I-I like,” He groans and his eyes shut again. “I enjoy ramen.” He pants. He must be answering a comment. It’s time for the finishing move. You smirk to yourself, even though you’re a little nervous. You were having fun now, but what about later when everyone had their clothes on and it got serious? You push those thoughts to the back of your head and kiss Kyojuro’s tip and make eye contact with him. You smooch it again and his body visibly shudders. You then take him in your mouth, lips curling around his length. “F-fuck.” He curses and you hear him hit the desk above you. “Sorry guys, I-I-I,” His eyes roll back into his head and without finishing you hear the end of the steam noise. You still bob your head up and down his cock. You can feel him tensing in your mouth. He tears off his mask and hat, watching you suck his pretty cock. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair, letting out a low rumbling moan. You hum against his dick and his hand is suddenly in your hair, tangled with the soft locks. He pulls your mouth off him and stares at you, breathless. “What the fuck are you doing princess?” He growls. The angry look on his face tells you that you should be scared, but the fact he called you princess in that tone makes you squirm with excitement.

“Reciting the declaration of independence.” You reply like a smartass. Kyojuro looks you up and down, spit dripping down your chin and a bit of his precum smeared under your lip. You glance down at his erection and then meet his gaze again. “Are you going to let me continue…or?” You trail off moving closer to him on your knees. Kyojuro’s last bit of humanity is thrown out the window as he can smell your delicious scent.

“No.” He replies in a raspy voice. You tilt your head as he stands from his chair and flops down on the bed. “Come over here y/n” He commands. Your eyes widen and heat crawls all over your body. Rengoku lays on the bed, putting a pillow underneath his head. His eyes track you as you slowly rise to your feet. You sheepishly drop the cardigan and step out of your sweats. Your tank top is easy to slip off over your head and your sports bra comes off with it. You then slowly shimmy out of your underwear. Rengoku’s eyes flit over every inch of your body. He looks away before glancing back. Taking a double take. You feel your whole body warm. “Now get over here princess.” His usual fiery eyes are dark and hungry. With the way your needy cunt pulses, you don’t waste any time. You crawl up on the bed with him and slowly start to position yourself over his chest. His eyes practically eat you up as you scoot a little closer. “Come on my love, you need to be on top for me to use my mouth.” He coos. You nervously bite your lip and sit down on his face. His nose to your clit and he doesn’t miss this oppurtunity to be smothered by your thick thighs. The tip of his nose rubbing against your clit and a soft moan slipping from your mouth. Before you have any time to react his tongue slips between your folds. A surprised yelp comes from your mouth as he continues to explore you with his tongue. It swirls against your clit, prodding the sensative spot like it was something stuck in his teeth he was trying to get out with his tongue. You try to find friction against his nose, biting your lip to contain your moans. Your breath becomes heavy and labored as Rengoku fucks you with his long tongue. You bring your finger to your mouth and bite down.

“Ah, Kyojuro, oh my god.” You murmured. Your words must motivate him to not let up on nudging your clit with his nose and lapping up your juices. “F-fuck, ungh, yes, right t-there.” You can feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. You feel like you’re seeing stars as he continues. Your hands are suddenly tangled in his hair holding him to your pussy. Your legs start to jerk as you ride out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You let out a howling moan, finally not holding back the sounds you wanted to make. You slide off his face and flop down on next to him. Kyojuro pants and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He licks the juices off his hand and maintains eye contact with you.

“Fucking tasty. Best thing I've ever ate.” He pants, looking you up and down. “Don’t hold back those beautiful noises from me my love.” A boyish grin replaces the serious look on his face as he props himself up on his elbow. “So I guess you know what I do for a living now.” His cheeks are red and your heart pounds in your chest. Yeah and you were his top donator. “I hope you don’t mind, I mean it seems like you didn’t because…you know…we…” He glances away and bites his bottom lip. “What I’m trying to say is…what are you thinking right now?” His eyes meet yours again looking for an answer.

What were you supposed to say? You knew about him before so the shock of finding out that Yoro and Kyojuro were the same person hadn’t phased you. What was bothering you was Rengoku finding out that you were a fan of his. You feel like that would cause problems between the both of you and all you wanted was to be able to fuck him as you pleased. Hell, maybe you’d even start to date. You didn’t know, but him figuring out that you’d watched him before wouldn’t be good news.

“I think we should continue where we left off.”

Yeah, this was for the best.

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Oh the lengths I'd go to see the bts of the apartment fight scene 😭😭😭😭😭 that must've been so tough on FirstKhao but JFC???!?!?!??? THEIR TALENT???????? I'm still in shock, I'll need the whole week to recover

Judging by the five (5!) asks I have in my inbox, y’all really want to talk about the apartment scene 😂 So let’s do it!

First, just a little background on me. I work with addicts on a daily basis and although it’s not alcohol addiction I’m dealing with, the psychology of it is the same. I’ve seen a few people be critical of Ray choosing to change for someone other than himself, but—and I cannot stress this enough—if someone wants to change at all, I don’t really give a fuck what their reason is. Do you know how hard it is to make people want to change?

In my experience, most people want to change for someone else because most people with an addiction have already been so beaten down by the addiction itself that they no longer think they’re worth saving. Someone genuinely wanting to change for themself comes later. At the beginning, people are usually motivated by their family.

The danger of this, of course, is that if you lose your reason to change, you also lose your motivation to change, and this is what we see happen between Sand and Ray in the apartment scene.

Ray spends the majority of this episode very blasé about rehab. He still doesn’t think he has a problem and is essentially just going through the motions to please Sand. He’s throwing away his wine bottles, but not in a way that’s permanent. He doesn’t pour them out. He doesn’t even get rid of all of them and he’s sipping on a glass of whiskey as he does it. He’s doing it for show. So when he learns that Sand isn’t just asking him to go to rehab out of the goodness of his heart—that he’s getting paid to do it—Ray finally has what he has wanted all along: an excuse not to go.

I think something people don’t talk about enough when it comes to addiction is how comforting the addiction is to the person who’s addicted. It’s their security blanket. It’s the thing that helps them get through the day. Often, it’s the only thing that makes them want to be alive even as it’s slowly killing them. Any normal person is going to be resistant to that change. So Ray gives Sand what he thinks is an impossible ultimatum: You tell your father who you are (something you have spent the past twenty-two years not doing) and I will go to rehab.

Only Sand cares about him so much that he actually does it.

I truly believe that even in the absence of Ray’s father paying Sand, their blow-up in the apartment would have happened anyway. Ray would have found something to sever ties with Sand over because without Sand, he has no obligation to go to rehab. Addicts will do anything—and hurt anyone—to keep the source of their addiction close. And I also think that there’s still a part of Ray that wants to save Sand from himself. He said it to Mew early on: “You deserve a nice guy.” Ray thinks Sand deserves someone better.

Khaotung acted his ass off this whole episode, but what I really loved was the nuance First brought to Sand’s character. He lets Ray yell because he knows he’s done wrong, but he also understands that they aren’t just yelling about the money. He knows Ray doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying. Sand has always refused any money Ray gave him. He’s been nothing but caring. Nothing but kind. He knows that Ray’s trying to push him away and he has no choice but to let him. No choice but to continue letting Ray hurt himself.

And then, after the fight, we see Ray drinking again, no longer even trying to pretend, and my favorite part of the entire episode is the fact that what makes Ray finally choose to get help is the knowledge that he has hurt Sand. The realization of how much pain he has caused him. The acknowledgement that this relationship is the most important thing to him and he’s willing to do absolutely anything he can to save it.

My dad got sober for me and my sister. My best friend got sober for her unborn child. That is the kind of love we're working with here. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better person.

#only friends the series #asks #but yes the bts are going to be crazy #they'll probably have me sobbing again #how much do you want to bet first was just sitting there the whole time like “don't cry don't cry don't cry” 😂

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You Matter To Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: This is based on the song “You Matter To Me” from Waitress the Musical. It’s not a replica of what happens in the play, but the words in the song. Song lyrics are in italics. Warnings: Slight Angst, Sad Lonely Reader, Fluff

A/N: I’ve wanted to rewrite this fic for awhile. The story is the same, but I didn’t like how I did it the first time. I hope you all enjoy it even more than before. Please know that my stories were no beta’d or edited, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or misspellings. Also please note again I am rewriting most if not all of my masterlist, so if you read my stories, be prepared cause most of them are going to be fixed if they haven’t already lol.

I can find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They see things you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you and I’ll stay there as long as you let me

You’re in your living room of your small one bedroom apartment, slow dancing with him. He holds you close and sings softly into your ear as you release a sigh of contentment. You never in a million years thought that you could ever find the happiness you’re currently engulfed in. People assume that being the only child of the rich and famous (your dads name), your life is set and happiness is a given. You know for a fact that it's not true, as you purposely ran away from the "rich kid" life the moment you were able to.

Your parents always treated more like a burden then their child. You were practically raised by nannies because they didn't want to give up the partying lifestyle. They never once celebrated the day you were born, always going out with friends on trips or something instead. When they were home, you were never allowed to make any noise or be a normal kid because they considered that a disturbance.

As you got older, you started to resent your life. Any "friends" you made didn't really care about you at all. They wanted to be seen with the daughter of the famous Y/F/N, the richest man in the country. They knew if the paparazzi saw them with you, they would be on Page Six and be set. You never wanted to be the center of attention. It never interested you, but you also didn't want to be used. You found yourself feeling very lonely all the time, even in a crowded room.

Eventually, when you were old enough, you ran away from that life. You wanted as much separation as possible. Your parents wouldn't care anyway, so you didn't move far. You found yourself in the middle of Brooklyn working as a waitress as a small diner. It didn't pay much, but it helped you afford your tiny shoebox apartment that you loved and food. You felt like you were finally free and happy. You started going out more, and even made some real friends who liked you for your personality, rather your wealth, since you no longer had any.

Once night you were out with some friends and were sitting at a bar. Nursing your cranberry vodka, you kept thinking how much your life has improved, and how much happier you were without your parents money. You suddenly saw someone sit next to you and you looked over with a smile. You would lie if you said he wasn't the most handsome man you have ever seen. He had short brown hair, the bluest eyes imaginable, and a strong jawline partially hidden under some scruff. When he looked at you and smiled, your heart immediately fluttered.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You found yourself falling into easy conversation with the handsome man, whose name was Bucky. You learned he was a mechanic who lived in the same neighborhood as you, and that he grew up in Brooklyn to middle class parents and knew the value of hard work. It was refreshing to say the least. Listening to how his parents supported him and his siblings with their aspirations and dreams, no matter what they were. You were jealous, because your parents couldn't give a damn about you. Hell they never even tried to find you when you left. Bucky tried to ask about your life, but you weren't ready to hash that out, so you just quickly changed the subject. He smiled and decided to go with it.

You and Bucky start to hangout more often and you find yourself falling... hard. He would take you on little dates around Brooklyn, and you both would stay out late just talking about things. You wanted to tell him about your past, but you were scared it would scare him away. When he wanted to treat you to a fancy restaurant in Manhattan that you know your parents frequent, you immediately decline. You felt it was time to finally tell him the truth about yourself. Bucky sat with you, holding your hand as you told him all about your upbringing and your thoughts and feelings about your parents. You were in awe when you were done he pulled you to him and kissed you.

"I can't imagine how hard that much have been for you," he said with no sarcasm.

You then and there that he actually cared about you and your feelings. He didn't think you were some spoiled brat that didn't get enough attention. He knew money was not important to you, and that all you've ever longed for was to be loved. He wanted to be the one to show you the love you've always deserved, and hopefully you can let him in. And maybe love him just as much in return.

It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say, just might matter to someone, All of this time I’ve been keeping my mind on the running away For the first time I think I’d consider the stay.

At first you were worried when Bucky asked you to move in with him. Yes, you had been dating for over a year, and yes you cared for him with ever fiber of your being, but you still had hesitations when he said it back. You kept telling yourself he really loved you and to let him in, but it was harder to do than you realized. Bucky was always patient and understanding. He allowed you to take your time and really think about it with no pressure. But you wanted to let him in so bad. He's been so good to you, so you finally agree to move in.

It took some time for you to get used to Bucky constantly wanting to take care of you. You've always taken care of yourself, so to have him wanting to do that was surprising. He constantly tells you how much you mean to him, but you still find it hard to believe sometimes. He buys you flowers every week, takes you on small romantic trips, and cooks you dinners. Your walls slowly start crumbling little by little as you let him in, because you know you are as much in love with him, as he seems to be with you. Every day when you come home from work, he asks about your day, and generally cares. He pays attention to every word you say, he laughs at jokes you make, gets irritated when hearing about stupid customers, or holds you as you cry after a hard frustrating day. He's there every time you need him, and even when you don’t.

You are there for him just as much, knowing that a true relationship means you both have to give the same amount. As time goes on, your walls around your heart are gone, and you've completely given your heart to Bucky. He and his family have welcomed you with open arms, and you never felt as loved and accepted as you do with him. When he dropped to one knee to ask you to be his wife, you didn't hesitate for a second before saying yes, because there was no other answer.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You look up at your fiancee and smile before giving him a soft kiss. You then look at the small diamond on your finger with so much happiness. Bucky apologized it wasn't bigger, but you told him, and you meant it, that you wouldn't want anything more than what he has given you. Your life is perfect as long as you have him, and are in his arms. Bucky was everything you didn’t know you needed in your life.

For the first time, you feel loved and cherished. You feel like you finally matter to someone. Not just someone, Bucky Barnes, the man you love and are going to spend the rest of your life with.

Bucky is so fucking amazing in this story. I love him so much! Feedback is appreciated! Also if you wish to be apart of my new taglist, please let me know.

Permanent Taglist: @rebekahdawkins @marajade1974 @missvelvetsstuff @phillygirl77 @pattiemac1 @winterslove1917 @vampire7595

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky angst #bucky and reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #slight angst #fluff #you matter to me

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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Hands-On Experience

Fic Summary: You’ve been bartending at The Hideout for months now, more than a little interested in the guitarist from Corroded Coffin. When you finally get a chance to talk to Eddie, he’s too cute to let get away and you suggest having some fun together. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Inexperienced Eddie Munson/Experienced Female Reader (Reader is over 18)

Warnings: Language, Canon Divergent, Fingering, Oral (Male & Female Receiving), Safe Sex, Sex in Eddie’s Van because of reasons.

A/N: This is my contribution to Eddie Munson Appreciation Week. Enjoy!

You love bartending at The Hideout. It’s one of the easiest jobs you’ve ever had. Unless it’s Friday or Saturday night, things are pretty chill. Coming from a big city to someplace like Hawkins has its benefits. A job that you don’t have to break a sweat over and still get good pay plus tips? Priceless.

Thursday nights quickly become your favorite.

The crowd is non-existent, only the same five or six drunkards who come every day. But the music, that’s what you like.

Okay, maybe not the music per se, but the band.

Alright, not the whole band, just the guitarist.

He’s so fucking pretty. You’re not usually one to call a guy pretty but there’s no other word to describe him. His smile, his big brown eyes, the excitement he has when he gets on the stage is infectious. You can tell he loves music and he plays like a beast. You’ve seen enough bands in your time to recognize talent and he has it.

You ask around, trying to learn more about him. When you hear that he’s in high school you automatically ignore your attraction. Then you learn he was held back twice and is over eighteen, and you breathe a sigh of relief. After that, you keep staring with appreciation. He doesn’t notice at first. Honestly, he’s so into the music he doesn’t seem to notice much once he’s on stage.

One night, he catches your eye when they finish their set and his mouth splits into a grin. You smirk back giving him a blatant once over, then going about your business.

After that, he hangs around a lot more. First, it’s by the stage with his bandmates, all of them still riding the high of performing even though there aren’t many people in the crowd. Eventually, they move closer to the bar. Well, Eddie does.

It's a couple of weeks later when you finally have a conversation with him.

You’re too busy settling up a tab with a customer to notice at first. When you turn to put the money in the cash register, those brown eyes are staring right at you.

“Hi,” Eddie says, propping his chin on his fist as he leans on the counter.

“Hey, yourself,” you say, slipping the money away and closing the drawer.

“I’m Eddie.”

“I know.”

His grin widens. “And your name is…” he trails off, practically batting his eyelashes. You chuckle, telling him your name. He says it back and you love the way his voice wraps around the word. “I like it.”

“Me too. So what can I do for you, Eddie?”

“A beer would be great.”

“Cool. Let’s see some ID.”

“Orrr…you can pretend you saw my ID.”

Ballsy. Normally you have zero tolerance for people trying to get a drink out of you when they’re under the drinking age. For some reason, it’s different with Eddie. Maybe it’s those puppy dog eyes or his full lips that haven’t stopped smiling at you.

Damn, he really does have nice lips. They’re red and plump, begging to be kissed.

You can’t believe you’re actually considering. “That’s a pretty bold request so brownie points for that,” you say, resting both hands on the counter and giving him your full attention. “What’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?”

“What are you offering?”

Eddie bites his lip which is such a coincidence because you were thinking of doing the same thing. You wonder what he’d do if you did. If you two kissed and you took that bottom lip and rolled it between your teeth. He’d probably moan. He seems like a moaner.

“Well, how about, at our next show, I’ll dedicate a song to you?” Eddie suggests.

You laugh, you can’t help it. Not only is his offer super adorable, there is a slight naivety there that you aren’t expecting. Most musicians you’ve come across would have instantly suggested something sexual. You’d been outright flirting, more than ready to consider hooking up with him. Yet, that didn’t seem to be where his brain went. Or if it did, he’s playing coy.

“Tempting,” you say. “Very tempting, but a song for an illegal drink isn’t exactly a fair trade when my job is on the line. If you think of something else, let me know.”

And with that, you throw him a wink and turn away to get back to work. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you walk and you make sure you sway your hips a little, trying to give him a hint.

The two of you fall into a routine.

Every Thursday after the show, Eddie inevitably saunters up to the counter and tries to get a free drink out of you. Sometimes he has an offer, like the time he said he’ll write a song about you. Other times, he’s more interested in conversation, seemingily determined to make you laugh. You enjoy every minute, waiting for him to take it a step further. He never does. And it’s not because he’s not interested. He very clearly is.

You start to get the sense that this isn’t something he’s used to doing. Which, if you’re honest, makes him even more endearing. You’re perfectly happy matching his flirty attitude, learning bits and pieces about him each time. His bandmates are typically unimpressed with his flirting and always end up dragging him away after a time since he has to drive them and their equipment home.

Finally, after the fourth or fifth Thursday, you realize you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands.

The following Thursday, you watch Corroded Coffin take the stage. Tonight there are actually a few people in the audience which means it’s busy for a Thursday. Eddie catches your eye and grins as he plays the first chord. After that, it’s like he can’t take his eyes off you. Usually, when he plays, he’s completely focused on the music and his band’s little bubble on the stage. Tonight is different, tonight there’s this energy about him that you haven’t seen yet. His looks are heated, filled with longing and promise. You know yourself and the low heat building in your belly can only mean one thing.

You’re going to fuck Eddie Munson tonight.

With that decided, you go about your shift as usual. Every time you glance at the stage, he’s staring right at you. It makes you feel like he hasn’t looked away.

Perfect.

This time, once they finish playing, his bandmates scatter into the crowd to talk to the few friends who came to see the show.

Eddie comes up to the counter and leans on it, per usual, waiting for you to finish what you’re doing before grabbing your attention. With a smile, you copy his stance, bringing your face very close to his. “Yes, Eddie?”

This close, you can see a blush start to form across his cheeks and those brown eyes shamelessly flit between your eyes and mouth. “Saw you watching me while I was on stage.”

“I always watch you on stage. It’s about time you noticed.”

“Decided to give me that drink yet?”

“I would but there’s one thing you haven’t offered.”

“Oh, really? What’s that, sweetheart?”

You act like you’re going to kiss him but at the last second, you lean further to the right so that you can whisper in his ear. “How about, you take me into that van of yours, and we have some fun?”

You can feel him exhale excitedly and hear how he swallows and clears his throat. “That’s…uh…yeah. Yeah, definitely. Seems like a fair trade.”

“Oh, I’m still not giving you a drink. But we’ll see how things go after.”

You pull back and the look on his face is priceless. Those wide eyes are somehow even wider and there’s an adorable smile playing on his lips. The same lips you’ve been hopelessly thinking about over the last month or so. Is it finally going to happen? Are you going to have a chance to kiss that smirk away?

“What time do you get off?” he asks.

“That’s entirely up to you, Eddie.”

You can see the flush spread, watch as the tips of his ears turn bright red. His foot starts to bounce, making his whole body twitch. You can’t tell if it’s from excitement or nerves. Probably a combination of the two.

"What time are you done with work?” he amends, his tongue darting out to swipe at his lips.

“In about an hour.”

“Meet you in the parking lot?”

“Can’t wait.”

You pull away, leaving him standing there, red-faced and breathing heavy. Your night just got a million times better. You expect him to hang around, however, shortly after your conversation, you catch him rounding his bandmates up in a flurry that’s equally charming and comical. Normally, they’re the ones to urge him along so it’s entertaining to watch the opposite happen. He literally pulls one of them away mid-conversation and you can hear him above the crowd going, “We have to FUCKING go! Get your shit so I can take you home!”

Laughing to yourself, you imagine him throwing his friends and their stuff into his van and gunning it so he can drop them off in time to get back to you.

Knowing it’s going to take him a bit, you’re in no rush and move slowly through the rest of your shift. Not many people hang around once the live music is done so you leave the task of closing up to the other bartender. When you finally grab your jacket and head outside, most of the parking lot is empty.

You don’t drive to work. Your apartment isn’t far and to save money you prefer walking. So when Eddie’s van comes careening around the corner, tires squealing as he slams on the brakes, you’re still there, leaning casually against the side of the building, watching him in amusement.

He puts the van in park and gets out, rushing around to the passenger side so he can open the door for you with a deep bow. “After you,” he says.

“Did you let your friends get out on their own or did you throw them from the car?” you tease, climbing in.

“They’re lucky I even stopped,” he says. You laugh and he slams the door, jogging around the front of the van to get back to the driver’s seat. He grins at you when he does. “Where to?”

There’s no way you’re taking him home. Not yet at least. As much as you’ve gotten to know him, he’s still a relative stranger. “There’s a little park up the road,” you say, leaning back. “Nice, quiet…secluded.”

“Say no more.”

Eddie peels out of the parking lot. You have the windows rolled down and enjoy the cool breeze whipping through. After being in a stuffy club for hours, you welcome the fresh air. The radio’s on, Iron Maiden blasting from the speakers as Eddie drums his hands along to the beat. You can sense his excitement, and apprehension. You start to wonder if the drumming is actually to the music or a nervous tic. He keeps glancing at you, smiling as if he’s amazed you’re sitting there next to him. However, there isn’t much conversation.

When he turns down the road to the park, he lowers the radio. “Anywhere in particular?” he asks.

“Yeah, just keep following the road until it forks. If you go left there should be some privacy.”

Eventually, he finds a spot where the trees can obscure you guys from view and he parks the van. Once he turns off the ignition, you’re met with silence. “So…” he says, leaning back in his seat. He turns to look at you. “What did you—?”

You don’t let him finish. You’ve already undone your seatbelt and spring into action. You yank on his leather jacket, tugging him into a kiss.

You can feel his body tense for a moment as shock takes hold. A second later, he’s relaxing and kissing you back, his hand cupping your cheek to draw you in closer. His mouth opens instantly and you find his tongue jabbing passed your lips in his excitement. Eager for more, you straddle him right then and there, your fingers dragging through his wavy hair.

Eddie lets out a noise of surprise, almost a whimper, and it makes you feral. The things you want to do to this guy. It’s been weeks of flirting and build-up, all leading to this very moment. You can feel his dick through his tight jeans and you grind down onto it, moaning against his mouth when the friction sends tendrils of desire to your core.

Drawing back to catch his breath, Eddie is already panting, staring at you in wonder. “Shit, that feels good,” he groans, his hands falling to your ass. He squeezes hard before holding you in place, stopping your grinding. “Can we just…” He swallows and nearly gasps for his next breath. “Just…um, slow down for a second?”

You pause, breathing heavily though not quite as out of breath as he is. Your mind races with everything you want to do to him. Yet, you can sense his hesitation. His nervousness hasn’t gone away and it makes you worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask. “Sorry, I thought you wanted—”

“I do, I do!” he says hurriedly, nodding his head in his excitement. “It’s just…shit, sorry, it’s all really intense, and I…” He trails off.

“Eddie, are you a virgin?” You haven’t considered he might be even though he’s only a year or two younger than you are. It would not bother you, either way, however if he is, you’d want to do something a little more special for him than riding his dick in the front seat of his van.

Eddie laughs nervously and even in the darkness, you can see the flush returning to his cheeks. “No, no I’m not,” he says. “But I haven’t…it’s only been a couple of times and they definitely weren’t like you.”

“Like me?”

“Hot, like really smoking hot,” Eddie says bluntly. “And apparently really eager to jump me. I mean, obviously, they were into it, didn’t mean to sound like a creep. Shit, now I’m babbling and you’re looking at me weird…fuck, I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”

You can’t help it. You laugh at his adorable mutterings, your body relaxing as you pump the brakes on your raging libido. “You’re not fucking anything up,” you assure him, pushing his hair back from his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so intense right out the gate. If you want me to get off—”

“No!” Eddie clutches you in place as you start to shift. “I mean, yes I want you to get off but not in the way you meant.”

Laughing again, you settle on his lap and slide your arms around his neck. “Take it slower?”

Eddie nods excitedly. “Yeah, yeah slower…for now.”

Happy to oblige, you lean in and steal another kiss. This one is the complete opposite of the one before, almost chaste by comparison. It starts with a simple press of lips, both of you getting acquainted with the other. As time slips by, you open your mouth, darting your tongue out to lightly brush Eddie’s before teasingly drawing back. He follows, licking the inside of your mouth, groaning when you finally let your tongue glide along his.

He’s rock hard between your legs and the rough fabric of your jeans presses into your clothed clit. You let out a low moan and Eddie cups your face again with one hand as his arm wraps your waist.

When you break to catch your breath, you two stay close, gazing into each other’s eyes. “Better?” you ask, breathless.

Eddie grins and nods. “Way better.”

“How far do you want this to go?”

“All the way. God do I want to fuck you.”

You kiss him, unable to stop yourself. Hearing that he’s inexperienced has stirred something inside you that you aren’t expecting. Your desire to take care of him is now competing with the desire to fuck his brains out. Until they merge into an amalgam of the two.

“Tell me, Eddie,” you say between kisses. You let those kisses travel down his cheek to his throat. He sucks in a breath when you do and you can feel him shudder beneath you. “What’s something you haven’t done yet that you’ve been dying to do?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Can I…can I go down on you?” You pause in surprise, drawing back to look him in the eye. “Is that…is that too much to ask? Is it a weird thing to ask right away? You know what, it’s fine, forget I said anything. I totally get it, we don’t have to—”

You press your finger to his lips. “You don’t need to backtrack, you just took me by surprise. Usually, guys want a blow job.”

“Well, I mean, I’m interested in that too. Haven’t had one before,” he says. “But I really really want to get my mouth on you.”

Fuck that’s hot. Here you are, making out and dry humping him, willing to help him experience a thing or two and the first thing he wants is to make you feel good? Eddie Munson needs to be careful or you may just keep him after this.

“That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me,” you say.

His cute grin returns. “So is that a yes?”

“Munson, that’s a hell yes.”

You slot your mouth over his, cradling his face in your hands to keep him right where you want him. He kisses back excitedly, instantly opening his mouth to let your tongue go exploring. You’re acutely aware that the front seat is no longer an option for what you two are planning. Thankfully he has a wide open space in the back.

It’s Eddie’s turn to drag his lips down to your throat, nipping, licking, and kissing the area until he finds a spot that sends a shudder through your body. Excitedly, he latches onto it, sucking greedily, almost too hard yet staying on the pleasurable side.

“Maybe we should move this into the back,” you gasp when his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, firmly holding you in place like he’s a vampire desperate for his next meal.

“One second.”

You realize that he’s trying to mark you, trying to leave a hickey behind. And you’re more than happy to let him. What started as a night to relieve some stress and have fun is quickly turning into something else, something more significant.

“Easy,” you groan, fingers burying into his hair again. “Use your lips more and be careful with your teeth.”

Instantly, he responds and it rips a loud moan out of you. Shit, you’re already so wet you can feel it soaking through your panties. When Eddie’s satisfied, he draws back to appraise his work. “Not bad,” he deems, running his fingertips across the tingling spot. “We’ll have to see how it looks tomorrow.”

Oh, wow, he’s already in that mindset. Yeah, this is definitely going to be something more.

And, honestly, you’re totally okay with that.

Giving him one more quick kiss, you slide from his body and into the bed of the van. He must have stopped by his home or something because his equipment is nowhere to be found. In fact, you smile as you see a few pillows and blankets haphazardly thrown about. Alright, that’s fucking adorable. Eddie Munson keeps checking off boxes you didn’t even know you had. He takes a second to collect himself before he follows you.

By then, you’ve kicked off your shoes and socks, and shrugged out of your jacket, piling all of them into the corner. Watching his lanky body slide into the back makes you chuckle. You lean on your elbows and watch him, taking in his features for the thousandth time. God, he really is a pretty man. Such a metalhead and yet so fucking pretty you want to stare at him for hours. Which, honestly, is what you’ve been doing ever since you first saw him on stage.

Eddie shrugs out of his leather jacket, leaving him in a black tank top with the words Corroded Coffin drawn across the front in white. He crawls over you, mouth eagerly searching for yours. The two of you meet, the radiating heat palpable. You’re glad he’s left the windows down because the cool breeze brings relief as well as the smell of the trees and grass. Everything outside the van is silent and it feels like you and Eddie are the only two people in the world.

As far as you’re concerned, you are.

Eddie draws back, his fingers tweaking the button of your jeans. “Can I—?”

“Absolutely.”

He kisses you excitedly, his fingers tugging until the button comes free. You lift your hips to help as he drags them down. He breaks the kiss to pull them off, chucking them into the corner with the rest of your stuff. You’re sitting there in your black t-shirt and black cotton panties. Faint moonlight filters into the van, giving you a better view of Eddie’s face.

His eyes are locked onto the spot between your legs, staring shamelessly.

You decide to give him a hand, and a show, slipping your thumbs under the hem of your panties and pulling them down. When you lift your knees, Eddie takes over, sliding them the rest of the way. They fall from his fingers when you slowly spread your legs.

“Holy shit,” he groans, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong, right?”

You can feel the anxiety coming off him and you sit up, cupping his cheek. “Hey, look at me. It’s just you and me here. You don’t have to get into your head about this, don’t worry about right or wrong. Use your mouth and I’ll let you know what feels good.”

He kisses you and you feel the tension melt from his body. Part of you is a little annoyed at his previous partners. Did they not take their time with him, make sure he’s had some goddamn foreplay? Or was he too excited to be with someone that he jumped right in? Either way, you’re determined to make this good for him. You lay back down, fisting his shirt to bring him with you.

Eddie settles his weight onto your body, kissing the life out of you as his hand travels. He cups your tit through your shirt and you hum in appreciation, your own hands doing some exploring of their own. You find the hem of his tank top and slide under it, reveling in the hard muscles of his back. He breaks the kiss and moves down your body, pausing where your shirt has lifted to place hot kisses across your exposed stomach.

Anticipation builds and you settle into one of the pillows, your hands weaving their way into Eddie’s hair. You don’t know what it is about that crazy mop that makes you want to keep running your hands through it or grab fistfuls and tugging. You’ll decide when you see where the night takes you.

Eddie lays the softest of kisses on your thighs, one hand stroking the tender flesh. You feel his thumb gently glide through your wetness and you suck in an excited breath. He does it again, a little firmer before his thumb wanders upward and presses to your clit. It makes you gasp, your body rocking from the sudden pleasure. The next thing you know, his mouth is on you and his tongue is soothing the over-sensitive nub. The sudden switch turns your body to jelly and you melt underneath him.

His mouth is aimless for a few moments as he moves from there to your slit, tonguing and testing, getting himself acquainted with your taste. Vibrations from his moan make your heart rate spike and your legs fall open further. His tentative licks become bold swipes, falling into a somewhat steady rhythm. You glance down and his eyes are closed. Fuck the way he’s moving his mouth and the little wrinkle between his eyebrows is killing you. It looks like he’s savoring it, losing himself in the task. That tongue returns to circle your clit and you moan loudly, your thighs snapping closed to trap him in-between them.

Eddie’s left hand wraps around your thigh, the cool metal from his rings searing into your heated flesh. You can feel his tongue circle your hole, either teasing or working up the courage to venture further. You lift your hips in encouragement, desperately needing to clench around something. Eddie, sweet Eddie, gets the hint loud and clear and slips his tongue inside you.

Your moan is louder this time and your hands clench, tugging on his hair. “Yes, Eddie,” you moan. “Just like that.”

Spurred on by your encouragement, he starts to slide his tongue in and out. His right hand reaches around your thigh so that his thumb can give your swollen nub constant attention. You’re fucking gone.

How? How is this his first time doing this? It can’t be. He’s way too good, too quick, and responsive. You know he has zero reason to lie to you and obviously, you’re taking his word for it. Still. The man has skills, that’s for sure. Your eyes fall close and you lose yourself to the pleasure. A thin sheen of sweat is already coating your body, making you wrestle your t-shirt off in your impatience. You’re moaning and writhing constantly now, and when his hand disappears, you whimper at the loss, dragging your eyes open to see what the fuck is going on.

Brown eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, wide with wonder and dark with passion. Eddie pulls back to suck in a breath and you can see the slick glistening from those plump lips. “Shit you taste amazing,” he moans, leaning down for a quick lick. “I didn’t…fuck, I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

You open your mouth to speak but then he’s sliding his finger into you and you dissolve into a series of moans and whimpers.

You’re so fucking turned on it hurts. All the blood has rushed south and none is left in your brain. Eddie groans and his mouth falls back to your clit, sucking greedily as he fingers you. He’s harsh, unpracticed, yet it still feels so fucking good. He adds a second finger, pumping them roughly in and out of your aching core. Your hands run through his hair, petting him in encouragement.

“Leave…shit…leave them in,” you tell him. “Leave them deep…yes, yes like that. Just…fuck…just wiggle them.”

Eddie does as you say, burying his fingers in as far as they can go and it’s so goddamn good you know you’re going to cum. Your orgasm is approaching fast and your hips are in a constant state of motion, lost between grinding against his face and his hand.

You don’t even get a chance to warn him. The next thing you know, you’re cuming hard. Definitely harder than you’re expecting. Your body clamps down around Eddie’s fingers and your thighs hold him in place, leaving him no choice but to keep tasting you through your orgasm. Which he happily does.

Seconds later, you’re limp and panting beneath him as he lifts his head, this time with a huge fucking grin. “Good?” he pants.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

Eddie groans and gives you a few more licks. “Fuck is right. Shit, I’ve never felt a woman cum like that. I’ve never been able to taste a woman cuming.”

“I call bullshit.”

Eddie’s grin softens and his eyebrows draw together. “What do you mean?”

You force yourself onto your elbows so you can look him in the eye. “There is no fucking way that was your first time going down on someone.”

The grin is back and he wags his eyebrows. “So you’re saying I’m a natural?”

“I’m saying, take your pants off because I need to return the favor right now.”

His reaction is priceless. He scrambles to do as you say, rising onto his knees. His head almost hits the roof of the van in his excitement but he manages to duck at the last second. Body still trembling, you sit up to help. His belt is tossed away and he’s barely managed to unbutton his jeans before you’re lifting his shirt, trailing your lips down the dark happy trail you know you’re going to become obsessed with.

Eddie groans, pushing his jeans down and then sitting back. He kicks out of his sneakers and manages to wiggle his socks off. You’re eye to eye with him now and can smell yourself on him. It makes you dive forward into a kiss, attacking those lips you’ve been admiring for so long. He kisses back eagerly, whimpering in the back of his throat as you nip at him.

“Do you want to know a fun fact?” you ask, mouth still pressed to his as you work his underwear down over his hips.

“What’s that?”

“The shade of a man’s lips are almost exactly the same shade as the head of his dick,” you say, drawing back yet leaving your forehead pressed to his so you can look into those beautiful brown eyes. “Which means every time I’ve been staring at your lips I’ve had a pretty good picture of what your dick looks like.”

As if to drive home your statement, you look down. Sure enough, your gaze takes in the swollen red head of his dick. Your body clenches in excitement, desperate to take him in and squeeze the life out of him.

Eddie swears, watching you hungrily stare at his dick. “Do you…holy shit, do you do that often?”

You look back up at him with a smirk. “All the time.”

He kisses you and you give him a few firm strokes. The way he twitches and pulses in your hand makes you feel powerful, desirable. When you break the kiss, it’s to gently push Eddie onto his back, making sure he’s comfortably spread out underneath you. The visual is going to be burned into your memories for decades. Eddie with his hand tucked behind his head, staring at you with excitement, his black tank top riding up, showing off that delicious happy trail that leads to his gorgeous dick, framed with dark curls. Seeing him hard and needy makes your mouth water.

A voice in your head reminds you it’s his first blow job, which is the only thing that stops you from sucking him down the base in one go. You kiss away the drop of precum, letting your tongue dart out to lick a teasing circle. He swears and his hips automatically jerk up, seeking more. You wrap your lips around his red tip and suck gently, letting your tongue do all the work to start. You want to warm him up, get him used to the sensation.

Eddie moans, allowing his head to fall back as he surrenders to the pleasure. None of that nervous energy is here anymore. It’s replaced with excitement and raw desire. You can tell by his urgently rolling hips.

That’s what is drawing you to Eddie, what’s making your mind a hazy mess in the cramped bed of his van. He’s completely transparent, not laying there trying to act tough or cool by hiding his emotions. Nah. You don’t have to guess if he’s liking it or you don’t have to guess what he wants next. If he’s not outright telling you words, he’s doing it with his body, showing you in the way he keeps thrusting up, or how he fists the blanket under his hand.

“More,” he moans. “Please, more. I…fuck…I can take it.”

You bet he can. Which is great because you’re getting greedy. Now that you finally have your mouth around him, you need it as much as he does. You work your mouth a little, first taking the head of his dick, then doing more, taking more in, until you’ve set a smooth up and down rhythm. Each time you go down further, suck harder, press your tongue along the underside of his dick. Your hand follows your mouth with firm strokes, alternating between a tight and loose grip to see which pulls the strongest reaction out of him.

Turns out he prefers tight.

Eddie is a babbling mess. “Shit, holy shit, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he moans. “God damn, this is amazing. God damn. Fuck!”

You pull off to catch your breath, still stroking as you smirk up at him. “Tell me how you really feel, Munson,” you tease.

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m so fucking turned on it hurts. It’s taking all of my fucking willpower not to fuck that fucking mouth of yours. I can’t tell if you’re an angel sent to take care of me or the devil sent to destroy me.”

“Sweetheart,” you say, squeezing harder. “I’m both.” You swipe at the head of his dick with your tongue. “Feel free to grab my head. You won’t hurt me. I won’t choke on your dick…unless you want me to.”

Eddie swears. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“No, just suck your brains out through your dick.”

You take him into your mouth once more, as far as you can until he hits that back of your throat. He says your name, hands flying down to grab your head. His hips jerk up and you do gag for a second. But it quickly passes and you let him keep doing it, until he’s fucking your mouth like you know he’s been dying to. The only thing stopping him from going faster is that his underwear and jeans aren’t all the way off. You can tell that they’re constricting his legs, hear the way he shuffles them in the fabric. He huffs in annoyance.

After a quick pause to free him from his clothed prison, you get right back to it.

Now things really start to heat up. He’s coated in spit and precum, making every thrust into your mouth slick and easy. His whole body is in a constant state of movement, between his gyrating hips, grabby hands, and mouth chanting your name. Fuck his thickness is going to feel so fucking good when you finally take him into your cunt. You reach down to cup his balls, squeezing and massaging them while sucking hard on his pulsing shaft.

“S-Stop,” Eddie suddenly says with urgency. “Stop, stop!”

Immediately, you pull off and break all contact. “Are you okay?” you pant, your heart racing though now it’s from fear and worry than excitement.

Eddie pushes himself up on his hands, his arms shaking. “Y-Yeah sorry, it was just…I was going to cum.”

You relax and smile. “Dear god, Eddie, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you resume, now jerking him off. “You can cum in my mouth. I want you to.”

Eddie groans and desperation. “Fuck, I want to. Trust me, I do. But I want to fuck you more and if I cum right this second I’m going to be fucking useless for the rest of the night.”

Laughing and still breathless, you sit up and stretch your tense back. “Works for me.”

Eddie struggles to sit up but once he does, he draws you close to kiss you. You sigh into the kiss, holding his face in your hands as your tongues dance together wildly. Your body is still humming, still wanting more even after his amazing oral display. Eddie draws back and looks down, as if noticing for the first time that your shirt is gone. He slides his hands up your back to unhook your bra and watches as you take it off.

Making a noise that sounds like a strangled moan, he bends his head, taking one of your stiff nipples into his mouth. He grabs at your tit roughly, sucking greedily at the same time and sending liquid heat down to your aching cunt.

“Do you have condoms?” you ask, voice breathless with need.

Eddie draws back and nods excitedly. “Yeah, in my wallet.”

You break apart so you can find them while he gets rid of his tank top. The wallet is in his back pocket, poking out as if it too is ready for more. You pull out a condom. When you look back at Eddie, he’s staring at your body, his hand making light trails up and down your side. You admire him right back, seeing him completely naked for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”

“Well believe it. And if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll invite you to stay at my place tonight.”

His eyes light up and he bites his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Eddie kisses you hungrily and you grapple with each other, eager to feel skin on skin. He lays you onto the pillows, and when he does you can feel his dick twitching against your thigh. Drawing back, he takes the condom from your hand and you watch him rip off the foil wrapper and toss it carelessly to the side. He rolls the condom onto his dick, giving himself a few strokes while he stares hungrily at you. He rises up to kneel between your legs.

“Take your time,” you tell him. “We’re not in any rush. We can go as slow as you need.”

“I think I’m done with going slow.”

Shit, how does that phrase sound hot?? It shouldn’t be! But when Eddie says it, standing there with his hard dick jutting out towards you and his bedroom eyes, you lose all your senses. Suddenly, he grabs your thighs and uses them to yank you towards him, while simultaneously pressing your knees into your chest.

Your heels slam against the roof in surprise and then, he’s pushing into you and fucking hell this is the best god damn thing you’ve ever felt.

Even as turned on as you are it’s a stretch. A delicious, torturous stretch that rips a gasp out of you. It’s like something inside of Eddie snaps when he hears the sound. With hands placed on either side of your waist, he starts to fuck you, hard, barely giving you a chance to get used to him, absolutely drills himself into your willing body, going from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.

The van shakes from the force. Your tits bounce and you desperately reach up to try to find something to grab, something to keep you anchored but there isn’t anything. Your hands slide uselessly across the carpeted floor until they hit the wall. It’s solid enough, it’ll do. You press your palms to it and all you can do is lay there and take it, take Eddie’s pounding while your feet dig into the metal roof.

And do you ever want to fucking take it from him.

Your body is consumed by the hot lava of desire that Eddie suddenly fucks into you. He’s staring at your face the entire time, taking you in, tongue poking out between his lips in deep concentration. What’s he thinking when he sees you this way? You don’t know. His words have stopped as his entire focus is drawn to the way your cunt feels. His guitar pick dangles from his neck and you want to grab onto it, so you do, using it to pull him into a harsh kiss. It throws off his momentum while he hungrily accepts, but then he’s right back to it a moment later.

For a moment, you worry, thinking he’s going too hard, too fast to be able to last. However, seconds turn to minutes and his pace doesn’t let up in the slightest. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. How can he fuck you this hard for this long?

His hooded eyes never leave your face, those plush lips parted as he pants. His gaze has switched from awe to unfiltered hunger. This isn’t the Eddie who stared up at you in wonder from the front seat. No, this is Eddie unhinged. And you love every fucking second of it.

Your knees start to cramp and as fucking spectacular and deep as this is, you can’t let him have all the fun.

You lower your legs and push yourself up, breaking his rhythm and knocking him onto his ass. His back hits the front seat and you don’t give him any time to react. You scramble onto him and your hand digs into the faded leather as you impale yourself on his dick. If he doesn’t want to take it slow anymore, you’ll show him what going fast means.

You ride him. Harder than you normally ride a one-night stand, harder than you would ride someone with as little experience as Eddie has.

Something tells you he can take it. Maybe it’s the groan that’s ripped out of him or the way his hands grab at your ass, metal rings pressing into your flesh. Mostly it’s the way his hips shoot up to meet yours. One arm suddenly wraps around your waist and he yanks you close so he can take your nipple into his mouth.

The van rocks and groans along with you and outside, the quiet of the park is broken by the sounds of skin on skin, moans of pleasure, and your wet arousal. Eddie is moaning constantly, his mouth switching from one tit to the other before he throws his head back.

“Fuck, holy fucking shit,” he warns, his chest heaving. “I’m not going to…shit, I’m not going to last much longer.”

You barely can focus on what he’s saying, your eyes drawn to his chest. You can see his chest tattoos now, something you hadn’t noticed earlier in your excitement and the low light. His eyes stray down and you realize he’s staring at the place where your bodies connect, watching you grind desperately on his lap. Shit, he’s so fucking excited, so eager to watch what’s happening. Seeing his expression squeezes your heart, threatening to crush it within your chest.

You don’t stand a chance.

You yank on his hair to get his attention, needing to feel that mouth on yours. His kisses are sloppy and wonderful, everything you want from him in that moment. When he draws back, the moonlight hits his face. “Close,” he moans. “Babe, I’m close.”

“Are you going to cum for me?” you pant, greedily soaking in his appearance. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. You catch it before he can pull it back in, sucking greedily on it and making him gasp.

“Yes, fuck yes, I am,” he responds while taking your harsh kisses. You finally get to sink your teeth into his bottom lip and his hips jerk up a final time. “SHIT! FUCK! I’M CUMING.”

His entire body rocks with the force of his release and he yanks your hips down, keeping himself buried all the way as he grinds himself into you. A second later, his hand is between you both, thumb rubbing your clit a little too hard.

It doesn’t matter. It’s more than enough.

You cum and this time, you’re doing the grinding, trying to keep him in place even as he starts to get soft. You ride out the waves of pleasure, milking him for all you can until you collapse against his chest, sweating and panting.

Eddie’s arms are like a vice around your waist. He nuzzles your cheek, places kisses on your throat, and purrs like the most satisfied cat in the world. “Fuck that was everything I wanted it to be.”

You’re too spent to say anything at first, perfectly content to lay there while he starts to rub your back. Eventually, you withdraw from his chest, seeking a sweet kiss. “I am not going to be able to walk right for a few hours.”

Eddie gives a breathless laugh, lips pressing quick kisses to yours. “Sorry I got a little rough there.”

“Never apologize to me for fucking me hard. It was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?”

You pull back to look him in the eye, seeing a hint of self-doubt. You push his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek as you do. “Fuck yes. You were spectacular.”

He grins, looking incredibly proud of himself. “Are you going to finally give me that drink when I come in again?”

Humming and pretending to ponder his question, you slide your arms around his neck. “Hmm, I don’t know,” you tease. “If you bring me home we can discuss it further.”

“Does this mean you want me to spend the night?”

You nod, hugging him close and pressing your forehead to his. “Absolutely. I don’t work again until tomorrow night. That leaves plenty of time for me to give you more hands-on experience. Unless you have somewhere to be?”

“Fuck no. If you’re asking if I’m going to choose between having a bunch of sex with you or sitting in a stuffy classroom listening to shit I don’t care about, I’m going to choose sex every time.”

Laughing, you rest your head on his shoulder, not quite ready to move yet. Eddie seems just as eager to stay there for the time being, his hands still stroking your back. He reaches around for a second until he finds one of the blankets, which he wraps around the both of you.

“Can we stay here like this for a bit?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

His voice is suddenly so soft and unsure. Fuck, how does he do that? How can he be sexy and feral one minute then gentle and goofy the next? There’s so much more to Eddie Munson than meets the eye. And you’re determined to experience every side of him.

“Only if you keep kissing me,” you say, smiling up at him.

Eddie trails his fingers along your jaw, before tilting your chin up with his forefinger and bringing your lips within reach. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t stop even if I tried.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson appreciation week #joe quinn #joseph quinn #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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Had to really keep this one concise, bc I could have gotten very carried away with it!

GN!Reader x Tangerine

Tagging: @honestlywtfisgoingon @white-wolf-buckaroo @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway @georgiee-riviere @mushywutty (thank u konront for the gif!)

Tangerine is a businessman, or that’s what he likes to call himself anyway.

It just so happens that his business consists of beating the shit out of anyone who upsets or disrespects his boss. And he’s very good at beating the shit out of those sorts of people. So good he’s made a career out of it, actually.

A lot of people see him and know enough about him that they keep well out of his way. And honestly, he likes it that way. Being feared.

Or at least he thought he did.

And then he sees your smile.

They’re walking down the street, on the way to a bakery Lemon has convinced him they need to go in before they start work today.

“Best croissants I’ve ever had in my life,” Lemon assures him. Tangerine wrinkles his nose up.

“Croissants? What’s wrong with a sausage roll?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a sausage roll, but I’m not gonna start my day with it, am I? Croissants are breakfast food.”

“I’ll break something in a minute,” Tangerine mutters, but Lemon has pretty much learned to ignore him at this point.

The bakery does smell lovely, Tangerine will concede that. And the display case is full of delicious-looking, meticulously-crafted little cakes and pastries.

It’s not them that he ends up staring at, though.

Your smile lights up the whole room. Like a fucking ray of sunshine dressed in a bakery uniform. As soon as you spot Lemon, you’re already holding out a little takeaway bag.

“Morning, Lemon! Here you go - regular order, hot out of the oven,” you say, cheerfully. Lemon grins.

“What would I do without you, eh?”

“Have one cold, I suppose,” you laugh. It’s like music to Tangerine’s ears. Then you finally seem to see him. The next smile, directed at him, threatens to knock Tangerine off his feet.

“Who’s your friend?”

“My brother,” says Lemon, “Tangerine.”

“Oh! This is Tangerine. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tangerine gets a funny feeling in his chest over the idea that you know anything about him. And yet, you don’t seem afraid.

He realises there’s no way you can know what he and Lemon do for a living.

“All good, I hope,” Tangerine manages.

“Well, mostly about how you don’t like our pastries even though you haven’t even tried one,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, simulating telling him off. You get an idea, and use your serving tongs to bag up another croissant.

“Here. On the house. Maybe I can win you over.”

Truth be told, you already have.

His fingers brush yours when he takes the bag. Lemon pays for his own order and a coffee to go, putting a lot of money into the tip jar on the counter.

The croissant is delicious.

Tangerine comes back the next day, without Lemon this time. The bell rings as the door opens and you seem surprised to see him.

“Oh, hello! It’s you again. Where’s your brother?”

“I came alone today,” he says. He has the urge to readjust his hair, even though he already fixed it about five times on his way here.

“Did you like the croissant?”

He finds himself smiling at how easily you talk to him.

“It was lovely, actually.”

“See! I knew you’d like it. Do you want another one today?”

“What I want,” Tangerine says, “is to take you out to dinner.”

He’s nervous. He doesn’t like it. He’s never nervous. But the idea that you might say no churns his stomach like an ocean storm.

You seem surprised at this request. Wide-eyed, open-mouthed. The fact you don’t immediately answer eggs him on to say more.

“One dinner. And if you don’t have a good time, I swear I’ll never set foot in this bakery again. Can’t say the same for Lemon, though. He loves this place.”

You smile at that, regaining your composure.

“Well, alright, then. I close the place up at six.”

So he’s back ten hours later, finding you shutting the security gate over the storefront. You’re wearing a black jumper and a pair of jeans. His heart threatens to stop in his chest.

“Oh, Tangerine! You came.”

“You seem surprised.”

You shrug.

“I’m used to being stood up, I guess.”

Tangerine wants to find anyone who’s ever stood you up and make them suffer for it. Instead he settles on walking you to the very fancy restaurant that cleared a reservation for two this evening, when he made it clear who he worked for.

“I feel… thoroughly underdressed,” you decide, looking around after you’ve been seated.

“What? No you’re not, love.”

You scoff.

“Oh, come on. Look around. You’re in a three-piece suit, and I have flour on my sleeve.”

He hates the way you shy into yourself. Trying to make yourself smaller, as if apologising to the world for existing.

“You look wonderful,” he states, honestly.

And there’s that smile again.

The evening goes brilliantly. You speak animatedly about your business, and he asks lots of questions about baking that you’re all too happy to answer. You order a salad, but when he guesses if that’s what you really want you seem relieved and ask for a steak instead. He watches you laugh at his jokes, respond to his flirting with your own.

Then the gunmen ruin it.

He knows his boss’s rivals around this area, and can identify another gang on sight. You let out a shocked, fearful gasp as the door is kicked in, and the assailants ready their weapons.

Tangerine, however, is a professional.

And very, very angry his date has been ruined.

“Get down,” he states, pulling his pistol out. For a moment you’re frozen with fear. But when he takes aim and shoots one of the men in the head, you find enough of your wits to dive under the table.

He’s glad you don’t see what happens. Or, at least, have a very obscured view. Because it seems like the gunmen didn’t count on him being in the restaurant. The next five minutes are brief but bloody. His suit gets stained when he pulls the trigger at one of them at point blank range and that makes him even more furious. He’s far more aggressive than he needs to be from that moment on, using his knuckle dusters out of anger than necessity.

When he’s done there’s a metallic tang tainting the air. He heads back to where he told you to hide, gets down on one knee and peers beneath the tablecloth.

Your eyes are wide, full of tears, and it breaks his heart.

“Tangerine,” you whisper, “what… what do you do?”

He smiles, thinly.

“Businessman, love.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #bullet train fanfic

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fufuheheii · 5 months

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Cyno x Adventurer!F!Reader

Very short! Encounter request between Cyno and an Adventurer♡

♡ You trudge through the sand, your shoes already filled with it as you attempt to walk across the desert. The map in your hand is already soaking wet with your sweaty hands and you struggle to hold the compass in your other hand.

♡ Just a few days ago you received a commission to deliver an item to some guy living in the desert. It pays hefty money, and you need the extra mora to at least get some decent food for your future adventuring days.

♡ It happens often that scholars would run off into the desert in hopes of not getting found by the matra. With so much sand, there’s no way to track someone with so much sand and wind covering their tracks.

♡ However, for the general mahamantra the sand is his domain.

♡ “N-no!” the scholar screams before getting slammed against the sand floor. “Oof!”

♡ He shrieks when the tip of the General Mahamatra’s weapon points right at his face, and at the very end of course, stands the mahamantra himself. He glares down at the man, his piercing red eyes inspecting every belonging and seeing none of which is stolen from the library. “Where is it?”

♡I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-,” he stops when the edge of the weapon touches his neck. “I-it’s with an adventurer! I c-commissioned them. S-she has the knowledge capsule!”

♡You sent an adventurer to do your job?” Cyno almost laughs, but in the eyes of the scholar it looks like the demon smirking. “How pathetic. Where is she now?”

♡ “I h-have no idea,” he hiccups. Cyno narrows his eyes before looking out into the desert. If it’s an adventurer, no doubt they’ll be lost by now. There have been a number of them coming into the desert with no idea on how to navigate through it.

♡ He turns back to the scholar. “When did she leave?”

♡ You finally reach your destination. Just up ahead is a small oasis, and a number of people native of the desert sitting around. You look back at your map and frown at the mess it has become. “It’s fine, I’m sure they have an extra map for me to use,” you reassure yourself under your breath as you head over to the oasis. “They look friendly enough…right? Wait, they’re looking super alarmed right now…uh, hi! I’m here to deliver something!”

♡ Cyno hurries through the sand, sprinting at the speed of a cat in danger. After learning where the scholar sent the woman to, he realizes that’s the area where bandits regularly hang out together. Damn it all, to think the damn scholar would go as far as to send an innocent civilian into the hands of bandits…there’s no way she’ll get out of it alive.

♡ He sees his destination up front, and his eyes that were once glaring into the heat, widen at the sight before him. The bandits run past him, screaming about a crazy lunatic. But he doesn’t mind them. Archons no, the person before him is truly too beautiful to look away from. Her frizzy hair from the intense heat, her arms flailing around, and most importantly, her shiny six pack that shines in the sweat under the sun makes his heart go doki doki as he watches the marvelous sight before him. Never has he seen a woman possess so much strength, so much willpower. With the exception of the Traveler of course, but this woman is different. For her body looks firm, healthy, and her birthing hips are just right. Something awakens in him, something is making him want to tell a joke to her. He holds the left of his chest, his face reddening.

♡ Is this love? ♡

♡”This woman is crazy!” one of the female bandits screams before getting smashed in the head by a barrel. Another barrel is thrown at the escaping bandits by the one and only adventurer who is sweating buckets. Your clothes are half torn from getting into a small fight with the bandits for supposedly roughing you up too much. Your face is full of sand, your lips so chapped from the intense heat that it's bleeding down your chin. You pant as you watch all the bandits run away, all bruised or injured.

♡ Thank you mom for forcing me to take self defense classes. As you’re getting ready to jump into the small pond of water, you notice a figure heading your way.

♡ Is your eyes playing games with you, or is that a dog with a human body? As the thing gets closer and closer you see it is a boy around your age, his eyes wide and sparkling and cheeks red as you look at you with so much awe.

♡U-uh, you’re not a bandit are you?” your voice cracks from the lack of water for hours. He blinks before shaking his head.

♡“I am Cyno, and I have a thousand jokes to tell you.”

It’s been so long since I played Genshin Impact I had to actually search things up to refresh my memory (;_;) Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this, and thanks to the anon who sent the request!

#genshin impact #cynoxreader #genshin shorts #genshin imagines #genshin female reader #cyno x you

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 3

Use the words: kitchen, date, music (from this list) ➸ this could be canon-verse (ish??) or it would honestly work for any AU of mine too. choose your own adventure!

“This doesn’t count as our big date night, for the record.”

Foggy actually pauses in the middle of pouring the wine and gestures around him in bewilderment. “What? Why not?”

“We’re in the office kitchen,” Matt says, leaning back in the uncomfortable plastic chair. When they’d moved into their new office—after a much longer time than either of them had counted on working out of the back of the Nelsons’ shop—money had still been tight enough that most of their furniture was secondhand and largely donated by well-meaning friends and family. They’ve been slowly replacing things to make the place seem less ramshackle but it takes time and they’ve obviously focused their early efforts on the spaces that their clients actually see. The pathetic little kitchen table with its two chairs is not a high priority for replacement, all things considered.

“What’s wrong with our kitchen?” Foggy asks. “Kitchens can be romantic.”

“Kitchens in general can, sure, but this one cannot.”

“And I’m asking why not?”

“For one thing, it’s not really a kitchen,” Matt says. “It’s a coffeemaker, a few cabinets, and a microwave.”

“And a sink,” Foggy replies, cheerfully. “Don’t forget the sink.”

“Oh, right. The sink does make it more romantic.”

“Thank you!”

“A date needs ambience,” Matt continues, undeterred. “Candles, or mood lighting, at the very least. Music or…something! We have none of that.”

“I can get that wind-up lantern we have in case of power outages, if you think that would help,” Foggy says. “And I think I have a kazoo in my office.”

“Why do you have a kazoo, of all things?”

“Marlena’s daughter gave it to me last time they were here. I think it counts as our payment for that case, by the way.”

Matt shakes his head, refusing to be amused. “We’re drinking bodega wine and eating…God, what are we even eating?”

“Your choice of—” Foggy is interrupted by the crinkling of plastic—“frozen breakfast burritos or…pizza bagels.”

“We’re grown men,” Matt says, scandalized, but somehow his smile escapes his attempt at containment. “This is pathetic.”

“I don’t know when you suddenly got too good for convenience store fare, but I’ve never made any such claims.”

“Your mother would kill me if she knew this is what I let pass for a romantic dinner.”

“Believe it or not, Matt, I don’t report back to my mother after every date,” Foggy replies, sounding like he’s very much resisting the urge to laugh. “Where on earth would you get the idea that I did?”

“I don’t know,” Matt sighs. “I’m being irrational, I understand.”

Foggy pats his hand where it’s resting on the table. “I’m disappointed too,” he says, gently.

Matt sighs again, even more dramatically. They’d had big plans to go out tonight, to finally take a night to themselves after cases had taken up most of their nights and weekends as well as their days. It wasn’t like they could afford to say no, not when people needed their help and when they needed to pay rent, so they’d been steadily working themselves down to nubs for the past few months. Tonight was meant to be a small reprieve, and Matt had learned enough to know he might not feel the need for it as much as Foggy claimed to but he did still need a break now and then, whether he could recognize it ahead of time or not.

Then, of course, a trial for one of their clients had gotten moved up, which meant they had to get all their prep done in a very small timeframe and their plans for a night off had dutifully been thrown over in favor of work once again. Hence the late dinner of whatever Foggy could find at the nearest bodega, because of course he was the one to remember, amidst the tidal wave of work, that they still needed to eat something, at least. Matt really doesn’t know how he managed to stay alive before Foggy—though, now that he thinks of it, “before Foggy” is such a distant time in the past for him at this point that he struggles to remember it at all. Which is its own kind of alarming.

“You’re not going to break up with me over this, right?” Matt asks, and again, it’s a real sign of growth that he can say it out loud at all, that he can even admit to needing the reassurance.

“God no,” Foggy says, rubbing Matt’s knuckles with his thumb. “First of all, this isn’t even a little bit your fault—”

“It was my idea to start the firm in the first place, though, so technically—”

“And secondly,” Foggy continues, ignoring him, “if I broke up with you, I’d never find someone else who would put up with this kind of thing on a regular basis. You’re the only person who understands. I got very lucky. Breaking up with you would be like hitting on a 17 in blackjack.”

“I don’t know anything about gambling, but I’m guessing that was very sweet.”

Foggy laughs. “It was, thank you for noticing. If we ever get a moment of peace in our lives, I’ll take you to Atlantic City and teach you everything you need to know about blackjack.”

“I have a set of Braille playing cards at home,” Matt says, feeling his face heat for no real reason. “I mean, just in the interest of setting more reasonable goals.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Getting as far away as New Jersey is pretty unrealistic, for us.”

“I appreciate that you want to take me away someplace nice, though.”

“Of course,” Foggy says. “Only the best for you.”

“Exotic vacations to New Jersey, fancy dinners from the freezer aisle, six dollar wine…” Matt muses. “Who says you can’t have it all?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby,” Foggy quips. “If you think dinner for two in the office kitchenette is uninspiring, wait until you experience making love on the office couch!”

Matt wrinkles his nose, even as he feels himself blush. “Yeah, that’s going to take some convincing,” he says, though he doesn’t admit that it probably won’t amount to all that much. Foggy can talk him into almost anything, because a major component of being in love is being dangerously stupid for another person, he’s found.

“I think I’ll let the cheap wine do the talking for me on this one,” Foggy says, reaching across the table to top off Matt’s glass—or, well, paper cup. “Drink up!”

Matt does, and it’s a pleasant surprise when it turns out to be better and sweeter than he ever imagined. There’s probably a metaphor in there somewhere…

#HWS30days #I already skipped a day because of the brain bees #so I’m putting this out there even though it’s not really anything #the exercise is not meant to be all perfect polished work and that’s FINE #it just makes me want to chew on wires #anyway #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!#writing challenge #mattfoggy #daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh tagging things!!!!

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Hot on His Trail — Chapter One

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)/Reader

Summary: When you had first met the Mandalorian when you were collecting your next bounties from Karga, you didn’t think much of your encounter. Sure he was interesting and sure, you were attracted to him, but you assumed that the two of you would never cross paths again.

You’d soon come to learn that your assumption had been wrong. Entirely.

Warnings: None

Your feet pound against the cobbled road that you’re sprinting on, the streets beside you lined with outdoor stands and shops of every different color imaginable and selling items that you couldn’t pronounce even if you tried. With the hustle and bustle of people along the streets and adjoining alleyways inside of the bazaar, squeezing between them in an attempt to keep up your hurried pace was no easy feat, but you try your best. You had gotten quite a few curse words thrown at you by now with how many bodies you had accidentally bumped into already, but you don’t stop to say sorry, instead yelling throwaway apologies behind your back. You’re never going to see these people again anyways, and there were more important matters at hand. Matters like catching this Maker forsaken bounty that’s sprinting a ways ahead of you.

A Weequay man by the name of Molorne that your tracking fob had led you to was wearing annoyingly simplistic clothes that caused him to fit in with the rush of the crowd surrounding him, so it was easy to lose sight of the man if you weren’t paying attention. You probably would have lost him by now if it wasn’t easy to spot the angry faces of the people that he had shoved past while trying to get away from you. He was practically carving out a path of pissed off civilians for you to follow.

You ignore the harsh stitch that’s beginning to form in your side from your strenuous pace as you continue to press on, feet slamming on the cobbled road while your bandolier bounces along with your body. A vendor empties the remnants of a colorful cutting board out into the street and you walk straight through the dust cloud that comes off of it, nose tickling for a second before you sneeze loudly from the dust, attracting even more stares than you had already gotten. Ignoring this, you continue on forward.

A flash of movement that differentiates from the crowd comes from Molorne’s direction, and you can see him trip and fall to the ground from your current position. He’s yelling at the customers of the bazaar to help him up while cradling his ankle and pointing at you, screaming even more. The two citizens that had bent over to help him’s gazes follow where he’s pointing and see you sprinting towards him, eyes instantly widening in panic and putting their hands in the air in submission. Perhaps being decked out in all kinds of combat gear with a crazed look in your eyes isn’t the most friendly way to approach someone. Just spitballing here.

Snorting to yourself breathlessly in amusement at their reactions, you finally reach Molorne, glaring down at him in a mute warning for him to stay put. He, however, decides to ignore your niceties, attempting to crawl away from you and back into the anonymity of the bazaar. Rolling your eyes, you swiftly snatch your blaster out of its holster and turn off the safety, purposefully blasting a stone directly next to where his head was. He stops in his tracks, snapping his head over to you with eyes as big as moons.

“You’re crazy!” He says while baring his teeth at you, voice accusational. You scoff at his accusation.

“You’re one to talk. I’m not the one who stole money from a Hutt.” You hold your hands out to emphasize your words. “I mean, of all of the people in the galaxy to steal from, you choose one of them? Not the brightest idea.”

He squints his eyes angrily at your response, attempting to lunge at you feebly from his place on the ground. In response, you immediately push the sole of your boot against his torso and force him on his back onto the ground, not hesitating for a second. He struggles beneath the pressure of your foot against his chest as the people in the bazaar move around your scene, steadfastly ignoring you.

“Listen, dumbass. There’s two ways that we can do this.” You spin your blaster around with your hand while you talk. “You can either get on my ship like a good little quarry, or you can make me have to lug your stiff body all the way to the loading bay. Which one’s it gonna be?”

The Weequay visibly gulps, eyes snapping in every which direction in a futile effort to find someone who would help him out of his predicament.

“I don’t have all day.” You press your boot harder down upon his torso and he gasps, slapping his hands on your ankle to try and get you off of him.

“The second one,” he croaks out, hands still smacking against you.

You smile in triumph, motioning your hand upwards as you lift your leg up and off of him and back to the ground. “Right choice. Now get up.”

He takes a deep breath, dusting off his clothes before slowly scrambling himself to be upright, back hunching over in defeat. As he puts weight on his injured ankle he winces, trying to shift the pressure put on it to his other foot. You don’t give him any special care just because he’s injured. He’s the one who ran away from you like an idiot. Ankle or no ankle, he was going to be turned in. You haven't lost a bounty yet and you sure as hell weren’t going to have your streak broken by this guy.

You grab a pair of stun cuffs off of your belt and slap them onto his wrists, adjusting them to him so that they’re tight enough to leave light impressions in his leathery blue skin. He curses quietly, grumbling under his breath and thinking you won’t hear him.

“Kriffing bounty hunters.”

“What’d you say? You wanted them to be tighter?” You say sarcastically, adjusting the cuffs so that they now pinched at the Weequay’s skin. He mumbles incoherently again but doesn’t say anything else. “Walk.”

He follows your order, heading forward into the crowd with you mere inches beside him. The bazaar slowly fades into the distance behind you as you reach an older section of the city, reaching the lot where your ship was currently parked.

“Where’d you get your hands on one of these? I haven't seen one around in years,” the man says in reference to your ship, obviously surprised. He begins to stare at the little designs that you had painted on the outside walls, and you ignore him, annoyed that everyone is always fascinated that you don’t have a state of the art star fighter like some people have nowadays.

Entering the code to open your ship’s doors into the number pad, you keep your blaster trained on your bounty’s side as you wait for the door to open. She was a bit slow in the hinges due to age, but everything else worked just fine. No need for a new ship if your current one still served its purpose.

Stepping behind the Weequay man once again, you push him forward with the end of your blaster, causing him to stumble forward onto the ramp and into the ship. It was at this point in time that he began to try reasoning with you for his freedom, like they all do eventually.

“You know, I have a good amount of credits left over from my, well… dealings with the Hutts. I could buy you a better ship—“

“I don’t need a new ship.” You say with an irritated tone, closing the door before turning towards him with a scowl. You cross your arms over your chest, blaster still pointed at him, and try to predict what he’d say next in your head. Maybe he’d try to give you some cold hard credits instead? Or perhaps he’d try offering his body to you like that one Zabrak guy did. People try insane things to not get turned in. Understandable in their situations, but you never budge.

“What if I got you away from this life? You’re a pretty girl, I’m sure I could find you a place somewhere.” Damn. That would have been your third guess. ‘Offer to whisk you away like a fair maiden of yore.’

Stepping over to your carbon freezer, you begin to input the man’s information into his slab. “You know, as enticing as that sounds, I think I’m going to have to disrespectfully decline.” You bite your tongue to hold in a laugh as his expression shows how shocked he is that you would ever even say such a thing. “Say your full name for me real quick, would you?”

You had already forgotten his first name. Usually, all that you needed to hunt someone was their last name, what they looked like and their tracking fob, and you were set to go off and find them. But you did need to put every bounty’s name into the freezer for record purposes, which is why you’re asking him his name. You could always just fish his puck out of your bag, but you’re feeling lazy at the moment.

Looking confused, he stutters when he speaks again. “I— Quen Molorne. Why?”

Typing in the last of his information, you lightly grab onto his shoulders, smiling at him. He immediately smirks down at you, and you’d say it’s not far-fetched to say that he’s assuming you’ve suddenly changed your mind about setting him free just because he offered you bribes.

“So that I can freeze you, idiot.” Roughly jerking his back towards the freezer, you shove him inside, slamming the confirmation button and watching his surprised expression be etched into the carbonite. The texture of the carbonite displaying all of your captured quarries' faces is less than flattering for all of them, but then again, it wouldn’t be flattering for anyone. You giggle to yourself at his perpetually shocked face before you crack your knuckles and stretch your arms out in front of you, groaning into the air at the feeling before adjusting your posture.

Molorne had taken a pretty damn long time to catch. He wasn’t your record longest, but he had taken almost two weeks to find. On average it took you a little over a week to find a regular bounty, but Molorne had been extra tricky, only using public freighters to travel and not staying in the same place for a continued amount of time. Once you had caught him though, it had been comically easy. You’d have expected him to put up at least some kind of fight other than his one laughable lunge. Maybe he just knew who would win a fight between the two of you. Smart man.

Walking over to the front of the ship, you settle yourself into the pilot’s chair and spread your legs out underneath the dash. One other pro about this ship: the foot room for when you were piloting.

You start to power up the ship, flicking a couple of switches on the overhead to start the engines before strapping yourself into your seat. Placing your hand on a lever to your right, you adjust a couple of other things on the dash before inputting the coordinates for Nevarro into the nav comp. Molorne was your last puck out of the bunch that you had received last time you had met up with Karga, so now it was time to collect your earnings.

You do a quick survey that everything you need to take off is ready before pushing the lever in your right hand forward, lifting the ship up and into the air, passing by the ozone layer before reaching space.

Checking your coordinates once more, you nod your head to yourself in verification before activating the hyperdrive, the lines of hyperspace showing up before you quickly surge forward. Nevarro was only a little ways away, but you weren’t the most patient woman, and if there was a way to get somewhere quicker, you’d take it. The trip won’t take long, maybe ten minutes at most before you’ll leave hyperspace and appear in front of Nevarro, so that gives you a little bit of time to cool off for a moment and refresh yourself.

You head over to your room and dig through your dresser for whatever shirt catches your eye, deciding on a white tank that looks incredibly comfortable in comparison to the heavy, dirty shirt that you’re currently wearing. It’s an aggravating process to remove all of your gear from your body just to take off your shirt, put on another one and then put all of your weapons back on again, but one that’s definitely worth the struggle for the ounce of comfort you feel as the cool, clean fabric rests against your skin. In the fresher, you grab a rag and put it under some cool water from the sink to dab at your hot face. The eyeliner in your waterline had thankfully not budged from your sweat, so your eyes were still strikingly outlined. You liked wearing heavy eyeliner on the job, as it made you look more intimidating to bounties and their hunters alike.

But as you double check that your makeup is still intact, you now see that the red powder you had walked through earlier had coated your left arm in little clusters. Dammit.

You take the rag that you had just been using on your face and begin to scrub at the powder along your arm, wanting to get rid of any residue that was left so it wouldn’t stain anything you own. Just as you finish getting off the last specks of red, the quiet beeping to signal that you’re exiting hyperspace comes from the cockpit, and you plop back into your chair to get ready to go into manual.

The ship slowly floats forward for a moment as you appear in front of Nevarro before you take control of navigating yourself once more, moving through the skies of the planet and onto the ground of a familiar loading bay that you had landed on more than a handful of times by now.

You softly guide the ship onto the bay floor, moving it a smidge backwards so that you’re straight. The landing gear hits the ground with a soft thud, the walls inside shaking for a second before ceasing once the ship steadies itself. When you had first started using this ship, anything that you had hanging on the walls fell down everytime you landed, which was a total pain in the ass. Now you had everything bolted into the walls so that they didn’t budge when the ship shook.

The familiar crackle of a voice speaking into the comms sounds off into the small room, and you wait for the static to fade out before you can hear what they’re saying.

“This is Base to ship number four hundred and thirty seven. Please state your name and reasoning for landing.”

You flick the button next to the comm to activate your own speech option. “This is the Imminent Bodkin, here for a meeting with Karga.”

“Copy. Your ship will be emptied of all bounties as soon as we get confirmation from Karga.”

Base’s comms cut off without a second’s pause and you turn off your own, stretching in your seat again before standing up. Walking over to the main section of the ship, you open a hidden closet that’s tucked neatly into the wall and grab a brown leather jacket, the tolls of use prominent on its surface. It was always annoyingly cold in the cantina that Karga and other bounty hunters liked to hang around inside of, so you always wore a jacket inside just in case.

You adjust your belt and make sure your weapons have their safety on before opening the ship’s door once again, leaving it open when you exit for the crew that’ll be taking your frozen blocks of people out and away. Everyone on the street didn’t make eye contact with anyone else and was walking on their own, the likelihood of a fight stemming from looking at someone wrong by accident a prominent fear. You walk along with them but forego the fear of eye contact, staring around aimlessly in different directions at the names of locally owned restaurants or sketchy alleyways where the silhouettes of people doing illicit activities lurked.

When you finally reach the cantina and push the door open, it’s already bustling with people, lively conversations blending together to create a light racket that greets you as you step inside. A couple people had drinks in their hands and stood by the walls while others sat at tables or booths to relax.

Karga was standing up next to a booth and conversing with an overtly armed Rodian man that you hadn’t seen around the Guild before, chuckling heartily and tapping his hand on the man’s shoulder. When you get closer to the pair, Karga’s eyes flip over in your direction before he instantly holds his arms out towards you in a welcoming manner, saying your name as if you were the life of the party and not one of the other dangerous individuals inside of the cantina. Nevertheless, you shoot a grin back at him.

“Glad to see another friendly face! Here, this is…” Karga gestures to the Rodian that he had just been speaking to, only to find that he had moved to another side of the room and was flirting with a Twi-lek woman whose name you faintly remember being Yvonne. Karga chuckles once again, albeit less energetic, before dropping his hand. “Nevermind, then. Seems he’s preoccupied. What brings you here today?”

“It’s payday. I’ve got all the bounties on my ship.” Karga nods in acknowledgement, gesturing to the booth to your right. You slide inside, him seating himself in front of you.

“I’ll get my crew to collect them,” he says, crossing his hands on top of the table. He nods his head at a man standing by the door, the man reciprocating the gesture and exiting the bar. A waitress comes by to ask if either of you would like something to drink, and Karga orders a Bespin Fizz. You only order water. This bar was damn overpriced, which is probably why a lot of the Guild liked to meet here in the first place. Everyone got to show off how much money they were making and order more expensive drinks than the others in a silent little contest.

You lightly place the four tracking fobs from your previous jobs on Karga’s side of the table, and he takes them in his hand before tucking them into his right pocket. In return, he places a small stack of imperial credits in the middle of the table. You instantly give him a look, raising your eyebrow at him in incredulity. Karga remains firm in his stance, not budging or moving to retract the money and replace it with something better than some shitty credits that were used while the Empire was in place, so you take the credits with a sigh before tucking them into a pouch of your bandolier. Karga and his dirty fucking money.

Running a hand through your hair, you lean against the back of the cushioned seat, positioning your elbows on its crown so as to get more comfortable. “So, who else do you have for me to hunt?”

Karga reaches into his pocket, pulling out eight pucks from its depths and slapping them on top of the table’s surface. The waitress brings the two of you your drinks simultaneously, the red of Karga’s Fizz reflecting off of the table. Karga takes a sip, smacking his lips together in satisfaction before answering.

“There’s a few bail jumpers, a wanted murderer, a wanted smuggler, and two people running from their debts.” He taps each puck along with the type of job it offered as he lists their names.

“The killer and the debtors sound fine,” you say, reaching over to take their pucks. Karga reaches his own hand out to try and stop you, but you had already gotten the pucks, tucking them into yet another pouch.

“Don’t tell anyone that I let you take three jobs. They might think I’m picking favorites,” he says, taking another sip of his drink. He discreetly hands you the three tracking fobs to go along with your pucks across the table, and you store them along with their compatriots.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you respond, drinking a small amount of your water. At least it tasted fresh, even though it was practically the price of an entire meal.

As you take another gulp of your water, the babbling around the room comes to a hush, incredibly light footsteps coming from the direction of the door. Karga’s eyes move to a spot behind where you were sitting, and he sets his drink down. The footsteps near your table until they stop directly next to you, to which you allow yourself to get a peek at their owner by flipping your eyes to the side and… up. They continue to go up for what seems like forever until you finally reach the man’s helmet covered head.

A man donning a Mandalorian helmet paired with intricate but worn armor and combat gear stands next to you, his arms hanging at his sides with his helmet tipped towards Karga. You join Karga in setting your drink on the table, the man’s presence being incredibly overwhelming even though he’s at least a foot away from you.

“Mando! Good to see you,” Karga says, voice notably tighter around this armour-clad man.

The Mandalorian says nothing, grabbing five tracking fobs seemingly out of nowhere and holding them in his hand. Karga looks at you with his eyes wide, jerking his head ever so slightly as if telling you to get a move on and out of your seat.

Feeling offended by his silent command and deciding to be stubborn, you instead choose to adjust your body towards the Mandalorian, extending your hand towards him in a friendly manner and introducing yourself. His helmet turns towards you and he stiffens at this, but otherwise he doesn’t move.

“Are you going to hang me out to dry here?” You joke, your hand still extended in the air. You can practically feel Karga’s eyes burning a hole in your head.

“I— no.” The Mandalorian’s voice was deep but smooth, the modulator crackling as he spoke. His thumb twitches at his side before he hesitantly shakes your hand, his grip strong even though he didn’t slide his hand in all the way against yours. He stares at the place where your hands are interlocked before suddenly remembering himself, moving his arm back to his side and reflexively sitting against his blaster.

“I assume you’ve come here to collect your credits?” Karga asks, shifting in his seat. The Mandalorian nods marginally towards Karga.

“I was just leaving, so you can take my seat,” you say, gulping down the last of your water before setting it on Karga’s side of the table. The Mandalorian’s helmet tips lower towards you. He was blocking the end of the booth, and you can’t get out until he moves, so you wait patiently for him to step to the side. No such move is made.

After a few seconds of him continuing to stay unmoving, you chuckle in amusement, looking up at the Mandalorian with a grin. “You’re going to have to move if I’m to get out, you know.”

His helmet snaps up as if he were surprised, and he takes an uncharacteristically clumsy step to the side to let you pass. “Right, yes.”

You scoot yourself out of the booth and past the man, standing up and heading towards the door. Before you leave, you take a quick peek behind you at the table that Karga and the Mandalorian were now sitting, the latter placing the tracking fobs on the table. You huff to yourself, opening the door and leaving the cantina behind you. That man was interesting. You’d of course heard of a Mandalorian member in the Guild from the gossip of acquaintances, but had never actually had the luck to meet him. He wasn't as scary as you’d thought he’d be.

Patting your pockets to reassure that all of the things that you had received from Karga were still there, you head down the street and into a small corner store. You’re friends with the owner of the shop because you always come here after having a meeting with Karga, picking up a few sweets but also gathering rations for the time that you’d be out hunting. She never overpriced anything or tried to swindle people into giving away too much money for something stupid, which worked in your favor when you were stocking up on food.

“Hey Risha,” you say to the owner as she stands behind the counter reading an article from the Galactic News Service on a disposable holo pad. She waves at you with her hand while not ungluing her eyes from the article, her tied back magenta lekku shaking in the process. You have to wrestle a basket out of a pile of its brethren by the door before you can actually start shopping.

Heading over to the produce section, you bag a few familiar fruits and vegetables as well as some that you’ve been wanting to try before heading to the canned goods. It had taken a while to find them, but you had discovered some non perishable items that tasted like actual food instead of some kind of bantha fodder in a can. You grab a few more food essentials plus a handful of lollipops for an on the go snack before setting your basket on the counter, Risha placing her holo pad to the side and scanning each of your items.

The two of you don’t say anything, instead letting the jingle of a rock tune humming throughout the store fill in the silence for you. That’s another thing that you liked about Risha; she didn’t fuck around with small talk. The two of you were close for that reason. You both talked when you had something to say, not just because you felt like you should speak because you were uncomfortable. You’d met a lot of people who you felt uncomfortable sitting in silence with, blabbering on about nothing in order to fill in the empty void between you, so the fact that Risha and you could have silence without getting nervous was something you thoroughly enjoyed.

She finishes scanning all of your items, looking at the price and whistling lightheartedly. “I think that you pay half of my rent every time you come here.”

You snigger at her, taking out one of the imperial credits that Karga had given you and placing it in her hand. “I don’t see a thank you card.”

Risha gives you a sassy look in return before opening the register. Moving her gaze down at the money and then back up at you again, she raises an eyebrow in surprise but doesn't say anything about the dirty money that you had given her. She simply puts it in the register and then hands you your change before giving you a bag to carry your things in. Risha was also incredibly discreet, which was definitely a must have quality in a friend if you were a bounty hunter.

Placing all of your items neatly in the bag, you pick it up and hold it in your arms, heading towards the door. You struggle for a second before opening the door with your foot, the bell attached to it meant to notify Risha of customers ringing merrily as you shout over your shoulder. “See you next time!”

Risha nods in response as you head out of the door. “Ka’ta.”

You start to navigate through the streets again in order to find your ship. The bag in your arms is piled so high that you have to keep on adjusting it lower to be able to see over the top, and you finally find the alleyway that you had come from earlier to get to your ship. As you turn the corner however, a shiny speck of light a few feet away catches your eye, so you take a quick glance to see what it is. Surprisingly, the source of it was moving right in your direction and you discover said source to be the shiny beskar helmet of the Mandalorian man from earlier in the cantina.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you jest, smiling at him before starting to head down the alleyway towards your ship. You don’t expect any response from him, as the two of you’s interaction was so quiet and quick back at the booth.

“Need any help?” He suddenly asks, voice the same monotone as earlier. You whip your head around with your brow lifted in surprise before shaking your head at him.

“Wasn’t expecting you to talk.” You take a singular step towards him, shifting the bag in your grip. “Suddenly found your voice?”

“I’m not much of a fan of bars. Or Karga,” the Mandalorian says matter of factly. He also takes a hesitant step forward.

“I get it. If there’s already all that noise, why try talking over it, right?” A lollipop attempts to escape from your bag of groceries before you catch it with your hand, balancing it back on top. The Mandalorian nods, agreeing with you. He seems to hate fucking around with small talk, too.

“Well, I’ve got to get these groceries on my ship before they spoil, so… I’ll see you around, Mando.” You announce, using two of the fingers that you had wrapped around the bag to wave at him. He raises his chin up in response, now looking over your left shoulder instead of slightly down to talk to you as he had been before.

Turning around, you take a few steps forward, tentatively pausing when you feel a presence behind you. Even though the Mandalorian walks silently, you can still sense him to your back, so you turn around once more to see what he was doing. As you do this, curious to see what he was still there for, the Mandalorian walks right by your side and towards a familiar door to your left, banging on it with his fist. You roll your eyes at your ridiculous assumption that something other than him knocking on the door would have been the reason for him continuing to be near you.

Him knocking on that door in particular was strange. You’d been through that threshold a while back to collect information for a supposed ‘deep pocket’ bounty, as Karga had said. You’d never followed through with the hunt and actually gone after the bounty, figuring the other, less suspiciously mysterious pucks available to you were less trouble. There was also the fact that your personal morals wouldn’t let you work for the kind of men that the job was offered by. They were a tiny twig broken off from the huge tree that the Empire had once been, and you had felt overtly on edge around them. Your hand had been itching to reach for your blaster the entire time that you had been in the room with those men. It’s hard to explain; it was almost as if they were radiating darkness.

It seems like Mando’s putting himself up to the test of bagging that lucrative bounty.

It’d be interesting to see what a Mandalorian’s views on Empire loyalists are. Maybe he sympathizes with them. Maybe he wants to kill them all for what they did to his people. Or maybe he doesn’t give a flying fuck if they live or die. Who would you be to judge? A reward is a reward, and those Empire huggers were giving out a hefty one.

Although you would judge Mando internally if he sided with the loyalists.

The ugly droid that had scanned your information when you had first gone through the door appears from the wall, looking over what Mando has on his card before letting him through. You start walking again as he steps through the door, thinking how strange it was that Karga would give a bounty to someone other than the person who had already accepted it. You’d think Karga would have at least told you that he was giving away your assignment. Weird.

When you reach your ship, you unpack your groceries and organize all of your supplies, readying everything for another job so that you wouldn’t have to worry about where things were after a long day of tracking. You put the lollipops in a cup holder in your cockpit for easy access before popping your spine in a stretch, preparing for another few weeks hunting lousy little deadbeats. You’d catch them all in no time.

If you’d like to continue reading, head on over to the story on AO3!

A/N: I did it. I caved. I’m writing a Mando fic. Boo fucking yah.

As you can tell, this chapter was during episode one right before/after Mando accepted Grogu’s bounty. Mando is going to be characterized pretty much by the first few episodes of season one.

#Din Djarin x Reader #Din Djarin x You #The Mandalorian x Reader #The Mandalorian x You #Mando #The Mandalorian #Bounty Hunter reader #Din is literally so nervous inside I love him

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For Any Price

genre; fantasy au, non idol au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff

pairings; gn!reader x jungwon (enha), yeonjun (txt), yuna (itzy), & kai (txt)

synopsis; The most feared assassins in Ketterdam, you and Jungwon have made a name for yourselves. When your creditor comes knocking on your door demanding you pay off your hulking debt immediately or risk being dragged back to the place you escaped, you and Jungwon have to find a way to get that money, and quick. Luckily, you two weren't called the best Grishas of their generation for nothing.

wc; 9.4k

warnings; death, violence, mentions of alcohol

notes; First and foremost, I want to express how sorry I am to leave this FAP crew. No, like I genuinely adore them. Moving on, this is for cici's (@iyeonjuni) power of love collab!! Go check out her works (and everyone who was a part of this collab)! I would also like to thank jas (@crispy-chan) for beta-reading this!! Your comments made me smile so much. (PSA: This fic is based on the Grishaverse. All references made can be explained on the fandom page and other informational texts about the Grishaverse.)

You’re cleaning your collection of knives when you hear a knock on the door of your flat. Reluctantly putting down the dagger you were polishing, you grab two others, tuck them into your sleeves and get up to open the door. You look into the peephole and are met with the sight of a person you’d hoped you’d never see again. You stiffen, steeling yourself before you open the door.

“Nice place you have here _____,” The Slave Pirate sneered at you. You didn’t know his real name and you doubted many people did. Jungwon loved to joke about how cheesy the name was.

“What are you doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at him. He moved to walk past you but you blocked him with your arm, shoving him back. “Answer the damn question.”

“Someone’s on edge,” he said as he looked you up and down. “I’m here to get my money so stop acting like a scared child and move.”

You glared at him as you stepped aside to let him in. Saints, where is Jungwon, he should be getting back soon. He looked around your living room with his nose upturned. “For someone with a reputation like you two have, I was expecting something luxurious.”

You ignored his comment. “The final payment isn’t due for another two months. You have no business speaking to me till then.”

He smirked at you, “You forget your place. Some things have changed and I need that final half million kruge each now. You have two weeks. Or else… well the Little Palace will be learning the whereabouts and… occupations of two of their Grishas.”

You scoffed, holding his stare with the fiercest glare you could muster. “You’d never do that. They find out about me and Jungwon, they find out about you too.” You told yourself that if he ever let slip to the Palace where you were, you’d do whatever it took to hunt him down and mail his parts to the Little Palace yourself. The thought was almost comforting. A question then popped into your head. “How did you find me?”

“First, like you, I cover my tracks well, so it’d be challenging to find me. And second, I’ve had a person on you two since the day you paid me for new identities.” he sneered as he stood up. “Bet you didn’t expect that one, did you? Pity, your reputation was quite impressive, but I suppose like all things, it’s built on a mixture of lies and truth.”

You fixed him with a steely glare as you moved to hold the door open. “Save it. Get out,” you ordered.

You reached to shut the door but he grabbed it before you could fully close it. “You have two weeks,” he said before turning on his heel and walking into the street.

Disgusting piece of scum, I cannot wait till he gives me a reason to get rid of him. You thought to yourself as you sat down at your desk, your knives glittering enticingly in the window light. You grabbed four of them and walked to the other side of your flat, where a giant piece of cardboard was attached to the wall by four small daggers.

You weaved two of the knives between your fingers, thinking of where to aim them. The cardboard was littered with knife indents and holes, the material used and worn out. Focusing on the air around you, you conjured a vacuum of air from your knife tip to wherever you choose as your target. You fixed your eyes at an empty spot in the bottom right corner and threw them both at the same time, watching as they spun gracefully through the air and landed perfectly next to each other, their ends pointed at you. You moved the vacuum a few feet above them. You threw the other two knives, smiling to yourself as they nailed a perfect landing on the cardboard, their pearl-studded ends the only part visible along with a glint of its steel blade. Throwing knives were almost therapeutic for you, calming your nerves and allowing your mind to hone in on what it did best, take aim.

You were a Squaller, an Etherealki Grisha. You could summon or control air and gaseous matter, from strong winds, pointed currents or removing/adding air from anywhere. Jungwon was a Heartrender, a Coporalki Grisha. He could control human bodies, manipulating any aspect of a body to his will. You stared at where the second dagger hit, recalling your days training as a soldier of the Second Army at the Little Palace. You had been better than most of your classmates, garnering relentless praise from your teachers, and Jungwon was the same. But you left that place (for good reason) and now your home was here, Ketterdam, the city of trade. Stinky, humid, built-on-a-swamp Ketterdam.

You grabbed a few more knives from the table and scattered them across the cardboard, turning back to get some more when you heard something from the door. Knock knock. Knock. Knock knock. Jungwon. You sprinted to the door, throwing it open.

“Jungwon, where the hell have you been? Get in!” you rushed him inside, locking the door before turning on him. “You should have been here thirty minutes ago Won, so you better have a good explanation for where you were.”

He smiled sheepishly as he took off his boots and coat. “I got caught up in something. Sorry _____, it won’t happen again.”

You scoffed, glaring at him. “You made me deal with it on my own,” you said, sitting down at your table and massaging your temples.

You felt his eyes on you as you stayed silent, knowing you had something to say. You took a deep inhale and looked up. “The Slave Pirate was just here.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened as he took in what you said. “What? How? Why?” The fact that The Slave Pirate knew where you two lived made him feel uneasy.

You sighed, staring at the piece of cardboard you loved on the other wall. “He wants the rest of our payments in two weeks.”

“But it’s not due in two months—”

“I know,” you cut him off. “Served along with a threat to expose us to the Palace.”

Jungwon grimaced. He never wanted to go back to that place, not after what happened. “And how’d he find us?” he asked, feeling like you’d know. You always did.

“He has a spy. I think you know who that is,” you said, glancing at him. “Take care of that.”

Jungwon nodded as he watched you get up and grab your coat and knives. “Got it. And where are you headed to?” he said, throwing a lopsided smile at you.

You smiled back softly. “I have something I need to do,” you walked towards the door before turning back, your lips curling upwards. “And Jungwon? Don’t make a mess.” Torture them for information if you had to and make it a clean kill.

Jungwon grinned, “Don’t worry _____, I’ll make them talk.”

You strolled down the streets of Ketterdam, passing the stalls of exotic fruits and fabrics going for the highest prices tourists would pay. You mostly kept to yourself in this city, some of the only people you were somewhat friendly with were the Dregs. Led by Kaz Brekker, or “Dirtyhands” as they called him, was the most feared gang in the Barrels. No job was too morally repulsive for Dirtyhands and you supposed that’s how he and his group of criminals climbed the ranks so quickly.

But you weren’t headed towards the Dregs. You turned on the West Road, passing the gambling dens, motels, and pleasure houses of West Stave until you got to the Tiger Club. It was an eye-catching building with red and yellow accents, two tiger statues flaunting the sides of the entrance. You nodded at the bouncer, a big man named Barty, as you walked inside, immediately being hit with the smell of alcohol and cash. It was a busy night with all the tables filled, but you weren’t here to gamble.

You had left that life a long time ago. On the other hand… it hadn’t been as easy for Jungwon. You sighed internally as you recalled the money he used to waste while gambling.

Spotting your destination, you navigated your way to one of the bigger tables in the back. You found Yeonjun overseeing a card game, standing a few feet away as you watched him taunting and egging on the rich-looking gamblers so they spend as much cash as possible. Choi Yeonjun, one-half of the Choi Twins. He and Yuna, his twin sister, owned this club. They were skilled sharpshooters with an apparent taste for business. When you first arrived in Ketterdam, you and Jungwon had done many favors for them and maintained a good relationship since. You could always go to them for help.

After watching Yeonjun work the table a little longer, you walked over to him. “Hey Yeonjun,” you said, nodding at him.

He spun around, his gelled-back hair not moving an inch. “Darling! I haven’t seen you in a long while,” he exclaimed, grabbing you by the shoulders and directing you to an empty chair at the bar. “You wait here while I finish this up… Hey! You there,” he pointed at a barista and then at you. “Anything they want.”

He winked at you before turning back to his customers. You rolled your eyes. Yeonjun was like this to most people and you being younger than him didn’t help things. You didn’t dislike it though, he was a breath of fresh air in a city like this.

You sipped the Bellini you ordered, the alcohol mellowing your senses. Your eyes roamed over the room, watching the gamblers spend their savings on the probably rigged games. You enjoyed trying to figure people out at casinos, reading their moods and body language to guess their next move (and their chances). It was like a game to you, a way for you to relax and let your mind wander and come up with different scenarios that explained how they wound up in here.

A big-bellied man at a nearby table was sweating heavily, eyes nervously darting from the dealer’s hands to a large number of chips in front of him. You guessed he had just gambled too much and was about to pay for it. You chuckled to yourself, moving on to a woman dressed in rubies and gold two tables away from him. She looked Zemeni, with dark skin and a tall, slender build. She smiled confidently as she looked at her fellow players, fingers tapping the side of the table as she waited for the play of cards. You sipped your drink again, raising an eyebrow as two burly men sat next to you, whispering to each other. Bored and drunk, you slightly leaned over to catch what they were saying.

“I can’t believe boss turned down that offer. 3 million kruge!” one said, waving his hands dramatically.

“For what the merchant asked of us, 3 million is a low price… And he refused to up the money so his loss,” the other replied, shrugging. “What was the merchant’s name again?”

“Dedrick, I think.”

You leaned back into your chair, having heard enough. 3 million kruge… for what kinda job? What was worth that much? You thought to yourself, tapping your fingers on the counter.

“Darling!” Yeonjun said, sitting down on your other side. “How’s the drink?” he said, waving towards your glass.

“Delicious,” you smiled, leaning in towards Yeonjun. He raised an eyebrow before mirroring you. “Hey, who are those men over there?” you whispered, nodding your head towards them.

“Hmm,” Yeonjun replied, taking them in. “Look like gangsters… My guess is Razorgulls,” he said, waving at their bodies. “The build. But… want to find out?”

He flashed a dazzling smile your way before taking out a revolver and sending a bullet towards the wall at the other end of the bar counter. You had barely registered what happened before he was slipping off his chair and rounding the room to examine the dent it made. He rocked on his heels for a few seconds before turning towards the room, looking over the people. He slowly turned towards the two men next to you, walking over to them.

“Men, was this you?” he asked. They didn’t respond, sharing a nervous look as a lazy grin spread across Yeonjun’s face. Then Yeonjun’s expression was stone-cold and menacing, two shiny revolvers pointed at the men’s heads. What a showoff. But it was amusing and slightly frightening to see the Yeonjun most people knew, a sly, quick, deadly man with a talent for inserting bullets where he wanted them. A bit foxy, if you did say so yourself.

“Tattoo,” he ordered, hand unwavering.

The men couldn’t have rolled up their sleeves fast enough and you stretched your neck to look at their arms. Five birds in a wedge formation. Razorgulls. You turned back to your drink, rolling over this new information in your mind. So why would the Razorgulls turn down that offer… They weren’t exactly the brightest and most decisive gang in the Barrels.

You heard a sound next to you, looking up to see Yeonjun sitting back down in his chair. “That was quick.” He winked at you, though it wasn’t really a wink and more of a delayed blink. You learned early on that one way to know if Yeonjun was distracted was if his winks… weren’t exactly winking.

“So… what about them?” Yeonjun asked, leaning back and looking over the tables. “You got into a quarrel with their gang or something?”

You grinned at him, remembering the time you and Jungwon helped Yeonjun and Yuna drive off a group of aggressive Razorgulls a couple years ago. “Actually… I overheard something.” From the corner of your eye, you noticed the two men get up and leave.

He looked back at you, cocking his head to the side. “Oh really?”

You leaned in again and he did the same, lowering your voice. “Apparently, the Razorgulls were offered a job from a rich merchant, Dedrick, for—” you paused for dramatic value. “ —3 million kruge.”

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. “I’ve heard that name. I wonder what the job was… or how difficult it was that they would turn it down.”

“Well, I plan to find out,” you said, pushing your empty glass towards the barista. “I need that money.”

“Oh really?” Yeonjun replied, staring at you. “What for?”

“I have debts I need to pay. And soon.” “So do I.”

You grinned at him, gathering your things. “I’ll be back soon. Also, where’s Yuna?” you asked.

“In the back. I’ll tell her you came. And about this new information,” he grinned at you, leaning against the table. “And the bill is on the house.”

You smiled at him, nodding. “Till next time, Yeonjun.”

“Watch your back!” he called after you as you navigated your way to the entrance.

“Before your front!” you replied, as you stepped out into the cold, humid Ketterdam night.

Jungwon groaned as he held his forehead, trying to keep from stumbling in the dirty alley. He had gotten caught up at a casino, going in with a promise to himself and you that he would only spend a maximum of 50 kruge and leaving with a loss of triple that. He winced as he imagined what you’d say if you knew about this.

“Jungwon?” He heard someone say, drunkenly turning his head towards where it came from.

“Fucking Saints, Jungwon, why are you this wasted?” You. He felt you grab his forearm, steadying him.

He let out a giggle, sidling up to you. He heard you give a defeated sigh before he felt you stiffen next to him.

“Jungwon, who the hell is that?” you asked. He followed the direction of your stare to his friend from the casino, Kai. He hadn’t been aware Kai had been following him this whole time. Kai was smiling up at your face, eyes glassy.

“Oh that’s—” he weakly waved toward Kai. “A friend from the… bar I was just at.” His words slurred as he tapped his chin, suddenly remembering something important. “He’s also a Grisha!”

He giggled at your alarmed face, waving his hand again dismissively. “It’s okay, _____. No one can hear us.” It was true, he could hear no heartbeats except for yours’ three. Perks of being a Heartrender.

He giggled for a third time when you shot him a pointed glare. Everything was funny right now. “Okay…” you said, straightening him up again. “Let’s go home. And you, Kai, get home too.”

“Wait, wait, _____, can he please come with us? I promised him he could stay with us for a night.” He distinctly remembered making that promise, struggling to recall it as his head swam.

“You know what, whatever. Just start walking.” Your voice felt like it was fading away.

And then the world went black.

Jungwon moaned as he came to, his head feeling like it would split apart down the middle. It was morning, the sunlight filtering in through the window bouncing off the glass of water and pancakes (already drenched in syrup with a big block of butter, just how he liked it, he noted) on the table in front of him. He could hear you opening and closing drawers in the kitchen as he slowly sat up. Across from him was Kai, the boy from last night. He looked a lot better now, wavy blonde hair framing his face as he snoozed peacefully on the couch.

He had met Kai at the casino, the two pairing up at one of the tables. He had responded with glee when Kai showed him his metal-laced playing cards, allowing him to know exactly what cards someone held. He later learned that Kai was a Fabrikator and had grown up on a farm in Kerch. When his parents learned of his abilities, they had hidden him from sight till he turned eleven, when the Grisha testers came to take any Grisha children to the palace. Jungwon had lamented on that part of Kai’s life, wondering how different his own life would have been if he was never tested and taken to the Little Palace. Later in the night, Kai confessed he was currently homeless and Jungwon, with his big heart and fondness for Kai, had agreed to give him a place to sleep, at least for a little while.

And that’s why he was currently wondering what would be the first things you’d say to him, watching you set down a plate and glass of water for Kai as he munched on his breakfast. You could be frightening when you were angry and while watching that anger directed at others was entertaining for Jungwon, he would rather it was never pointing at him.

You turned to look at him. “Wake him up and then follow me,” you ordered before walking away to your bedroom.

Jungwon gulps down the last of his food and walks over to Kai, shaking him roughly. “C'mon, Kai. Wake up,” he said as Kai stirred. He gave him another good shake before Kai let out a huge yawn and sat up.

He said nothing as he squinted around the room, taking in the place. “It’s nicer than I expected.” He stretched his sore arms, eyes lighting up as he spotted the breakfast on the coffee table in front of him. “Oh! Tell _____ thank you so much for me,” he said as he picked up the fork and knife, digging into the food.

Jungwon shook his head, smiling as he watched Kai scarf down the pancakes, letting out little sounds of contentedness. “I’ll be back,” he called as he headed towards your bedroom.

You were sitting on your bed, flipping through a stack of papers. You didn’t look up as he closed the door behind him but stopped sifting through the papers, waiting.

He nervously fiddled with the ring on his left index finger. “So…” he trailed off, stretching out the syllable. . “That’s Kai, someone I made friends with last night. He’s currently homeless so… I thought he could stay here for a while. And you already know he’s a Grisha.”

“What kind?” you responded, still looking at the papers. But your posture slightly relaxed, and he gave an silent sigh of relief.

“Fabrikator.”

“Hm. I figured. After you passed out, I dragged you home and he followed behind me. But he was very silent. His steps made no sound. I guessed his shoes were Fabrikator-made.”

“Well, you were right! He probably made them himself,” Jungwon exclaimed.

You got up then, placing the papers down at your desk. “Anyways, while you were bar-hopping,” you shot him a pointed look, “I paid a visit to Yeonjun.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “So did you drink or gamble?”

You turned to him, raising your own eyebrow. Jungwon swore he saw you push down a smile. “You’re ridiculous, you know that.” You rolled your eyes as he gave a playful shrug. “I… I have a plan. To get the money in time. Or half of a plan.”

“Wait, what?” Jungwon blinked. “What kind of plan? …Is Yeonjun involved?”

“Yes, somewhat. I’m still working out the finer details,” you said as you pulled on a leather jacket and newsboy cap. “I’ll be back. There are some chores to do and lunch so don’t forget about that. And keep an eye on Kai.”

Jungwon nodded, watching as you walked towards the door.

You looked back at him, your hand on the doorknob. “I’ll fill you in when I get back, kay?”

He nodded again as you closed the door behind you and listened as your heartbeat got fainter and fainter, till he couldn’t hear it anymore.

You hauled the two overflowing bags of supplies through the door, sighing when you dropped them in the hallway.

Jungwon was nowhere to be seen but Kai was sitting on your couch, turning a radio over in his hands.

“That’s broken, by the way,” you said, gesturing towards the radio.

“Not anymore,” he smiled at you. “Fixed it.” He tossed it at you and you caught it, switching it on. You raised your eyebrows, impressed, as a channel started playing, some Kerch talk show.

“Oh,” you said, “Thanks.” You hadn’t known Kai long enough to form a solid opinion of him, but so far… he wasn’t that bad. He had this energy about him, a lightness, that made him seem harmless. He had an oval face with a tall, sharp nose, and dark brown doe eyes. Wavy, blonde hair framed his head, bangs brushing over his eyebrows. Honestly, he was kinda cute. Focus, you told yourself as you shook your head. But another thought fought its way into your mind. Not as cute as Jungwon, though. You didn’t even want to imagine what Jungwon would say if you called him cute. Probably remind you of it. Every. Single. Minute.

You threw your jacket on the couch, unpacking the bags. Two yards of thick rope, a sewing kit (you wanted to add some knife pockets on each side of your knees), blade polish you had picked up, and other things to restock your supplies. You put them all away, walking towards the kitchen when Jungwon appeared with a tray of food in one hand and one with drinks in the other, shooing you towards the living room.

You both sit down, Jungwon taking a seat next to Kai. “Ooh, you went all out didn’t you Jungwon? You rarely do this for me,” you exclaimed, grinning as he blushed a bright pink.

“Yes I do, we just don’t usually have much time for lunch,” he mumbled, looking away. He placed the tray on the table before taking a seat, handing you each a plate.

You all ate in silence for some time before you pushed your plate away and looked at the men in front of you. “Before I go into detail about what we’re going to do, Kai, let this be your only warning that if you betray us: I will not hesitate to kill you.” To Kai’s credit, there was no fear on his face.

You let that sink in for a few seconds before telling them about everything that happened yesterday and today. Meeting Yeonjun, the Razorgulls, the turned-down offer from Dedrick, going to see Yuna today and making a plan with her, and where you all would meet the twins to head over to Dredrick’s house.

Jungwon fell silent, brows furrowed. “You know… I knew you were cooking up something,” he paused, sighing, “But this is risky.”

You shrugged. “We’ve done much riskier. Like the Exchange raid. And we need the money.” A year ago, you and Jungwon stole sixty thousand kruge from the safes under the Exchange. You chuckled softly to yourself at the memory.

“I could help, I have a few things I’ve been working on,” Kai said, leaning forward.

Jungwon slowly nodded. “Fine,” he said, looking at you and then Kai, his from morphing into a determined smile.

“Let’s do this.”

Three hours later, you were hunched on a roof near the merchant’s house in a black cloak, watching the windows for any sign of the man. There was a light on in what you assumed was the master bedroom, moving a few feet to the left to get a better view. The man you saw through the window matched Yuna’s description of Merch Dedrick; tall, burly, and with a brown mustache. You pulled out your small square mirror, flashing it twice. You got three flashes back. Good. You had planned that whoever first spotted Dedrick would signal to the others. You had left Kai at home with instructions to put together his best and a variety of bombs. He had accepted the job with an almost gleeful face. You felt someone crouch down next to you.

“It looks like he’s not alone. There’s a woman in there with him,” Jungwon said.

Yuna arrived at your vantage spot next, leaping nimbly from roof to roof like a cat. “That’s not his wife,” she said, grinning. “It seems the Merch has a mistress. Saint’s, imagine what would happen if his wife knew.”

You tilted your head. This was interesting. “Who’s his wife?”

“A well-known lady from one of the richest families in Kerch. She practically bathes in money. Dedrick? Not so much. It’s only because of his wife that he’s a rich merchant now.”

“And I’m guessing neither she nor her family would enjoy the news of the merchant cheating on her.”

“Not at all,” Yuna replied.

You turned back to the house. “Well,” you said, “That certainly changes things. Jungwon, tell Yeonjun to drop in from the window in the hallway and block the doorway. Go with him. Your powers will make it easier and quieter. Yuna, you’re with me. We’re going to need some time for our lovely talk with Dedrick.”

Jungwon nodded and got up to join Yeonjun. You looked at Yuna. “Like old times?”

“Whip up a windstorm, _____,” she replied, flashing you a toothy grin.

You nodded, chuckling. “Let’s do this.”

Yuna moved to the edge of the roof, bending her knees as she measured the distance of the jump into the merchant’s open window. You stood a few feet behind her, focusing your mind on the air around you, the direction of the wind, and the small breeze that ran over your fingers. Air was like a wave, sometimes moving so slowly you couldn’t feel it, and sometimes becoming a harsh crashing force, threatening to throw you off your feet. You sent a small current Yuna’s way, flicking your index finger down as you directed it towards the window. A few seconds later, Yuna gave a nod, and you began counting down. ��3, …2, …1!” you said, sending a strong gust of wind at Yuna after the last number. She leaped, stretching herself out like a diver.

And flew like a bird into the window, rolling as she landed.

You chuckled to yourself at the shriek of a man, probably the merchant, before taking a running leap into the house after her.

Jungwon ducked as a club went swinging towards his head. He squeezed his hand, cutting off the guard’s air with his powers. The man clawed at his throat as if he could open a passageway for air, then crumpled to the floor. Across from him, Yeonjun brought down the butt of his revolver on another guard's head, knocking him out. Jungwon arched his hands out, feeling out the heartbeats of the six guards they took out. It felt like a steady drum, underlined by a lively thrumming of life. He grasped onto the six strings of life tangled up in front of him, and pulled, lowering the heart rate of the guards. That should keep them out for a while.

He heard a yell from the bedroom. You and Yuna must have gotten inside. He didn’t doubt that you could do the job (and do it well) but that didn't keep him from being worried. Friends worry about their friends, right? He shook his head, pushing down the question to the back of his mind. He had a job to do. Yeonjun and he took their positions at either side of the double doors, adorned with golden swirls and intricate patterns. A screaming hawk perched on a branch was carved into the middle, the family symbol of the merchant’s wife. Imagine having all that at your fingers and throwing it away for lust and novelty.

He felt eyes on him and glanced to the side to find Yeonjun staring at him. Yeonjun gave him a small smile. “Long time no see, Jungwon.”

“Do we only talk to each other on jobs?” Jungwon replied, returning the smile. Yeonjun wasn’t a bad person but… you got along better with Yeonjun than him. He guessed charming and suave plus charming and suave was too much for the universe to handle.

Yeonjun chuckled. “It seems to be so.” He tilted his head at Jungwon. “I’ve been wanting to ask, did you ever give _____ that gift?”

Jungwon blushed a deep crimson at the mention of that. A few weeks ago, while on a job with Yeonjun, Jungwon had come across a Ravkan trader selling draggers. And not just the normal kind, these were bejeweled Ravkan nobility fighting knives, crafted with painstaking attention to detail by a Fabrikator. Yeonjun had confirmed it when he examined the dagger. Jungwon had immediately bought it for you, not caring that his money pouch felt painfully empty. But you weren’t there when he got home and those hours of silence were enough for Jungwon to overthink how you’d react to the gift, eventually putting it away to be gifted at a time where he wouldn’t be so anxious over it. Thus, you never got your beautiful dagger.

He felt a tap on his bicep, pulling him away from the memory. Yeonjun gave him a knowing look. “When are you going to do something about it?”

He looked down at his shoes, fairly embarrassed. Was he that obvious? He liked to think he hid it well. He didn’t even know when he developed feelings for you, when it went from something platonic to something more. The next thing he knew, all he could think about was you, and it drove him crazy to not be able to figure it out. You were caring and kind to him, sure, but you were also like that to Yuna. And he didn’t think he would survive it if he revealed his feelings and you didn’t feel the same way. He really didn’t.

“Well, I just… not sure about what _____ thinks of me. Or considers me,” Jungwon mumbled.

“They might not show it, but Saints, is it annoying to hear the way _____ constantly talks about you. All praise and mushy stuff,” Yeonjun chuckled. “My point is, they care deeply about you and I think you shouldn’t rule out the possibility just yet.”

Jungwon sighed, throwing his head back. The thought of you praising him to Yeonjun or someone else sent his blood rushing to his face. He’d work up the courage to tell you how he felt… someday.

And as he heard a yelp come from inside the room, this one at a higher pitch, he knew the day was not today.

Yuna was walking over to the other side of the room, near the doorway, hood pulled low. The merchant was gaping at you and his woman… you saw her jump under the covers of the bed. He sputtered, spit flying out and his face red. “Get the hell out of my house! You lowlife thieves!” he exclaimed, enraged.

You tilted your head at him, flipping a dagger in your right hand. “Calm down. We were sent by the Boss.”

“The Razorgulls boss? Well, tell him that he already refused the job and to get fucking lost!”

“Mm, sorry, no can do. He wants to renegotiate the offer,” you replied cooly. You didn’t know much about the Razorgulls boss actually, probably cause he never shows his face and instead sends his lackeys.

The merchant—Dedrick—swallowed, throat bobbing. Once, twice, three times. “What I offered was plenty enough.”

“Three million kruge? For a job like that? Don’t kid me.” You kept the details vague, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

And he did. “How hard could stealing the artifact from a museum be?” Bingo. So the job was an artifact.

“What kind of value does the artifact have to you?”

He swallowed thickly. “A lot.” You guessed so, or else he wouldn’t be emptying his pockets for it.

“The Boss decided to take back the offer. For an additional two million kruge,” you said, keeping your voice firm and steady.

“Two million… five million kruge?! Absolutely not,” he glowered, huffing out his chest.

You shrugged. “The job is not an easy one. Five is quite reasonable. Or perhaps we instead could… I do enjoy a good drama,” you mumble sweetly, a menacing glint in your eyes.

He glared at you, furious. “My personal life is none of the Razorgull’s business.”

“Perhaps, but you look like you need a little nudge in the right direction.” You tilted your head, holding his gaze as you slid a dagger into your palm. “Either your wife finds out about your infidelity or… five million kruge.”

His eyes darted back and forth between you and his mistress cowering behind the desk. “Five million for your silence.”

You grinned at him. “Five million for my silence.”

You memorized the papers that the merchant gave you before you left his house. The blueprint of the Global Museum including its underground safes and the realistic rendition of the artifact you would steal. After having a pleasant chat with Merch Dedrick, you met up with the rest of the crew and updated Yeonjun and Jungwon on what you and Yuna learned. Jungwon was oddly flustered on the way back home but you didn’t pay it much mind past asking him if it was an allergic reaction. He then got even redder and went fully crimson when you called him cute for his reaction. You shook your head, smiling at the picture. Jungwon could be adorable sometimes.

Jungwon slid through the door, plopping down on your bed. “Done lasering them into your brain?”

“Oh zip it, you should also be memorizing this,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him from your desk.

He popped a piece of pie into his mouth. “Already did, I was waiting for you to look up from that so we could discuss a plan.”

What’s gotten into him today? You thought. Snarkier than usual. You shelved the papers away, getting up to stretch. “This is not going to be an easy job.”

“Obviously, or else Dedrick wouldn’t be offering so much,” he replied, standing up after you. “Also, Kai has something to show you. This way, milady.” He flourished his hands towards the doorway, grinning at you.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, sending a gust of air his way as you walked past him to the living room.

Kai looked up when you entered, a wild smile alight on his face. “For you and Jungwon,” he said, reaching behind himself to grab a box. He handed it to you. “Open it.”

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, lifting the lid off the box. Inside sat two pairs of arm and leg sleeves, made of smooth dark brown leather. They had lines of small, almost undetectable stitches. You ran your finger across one. Was that… a knife inside? You looked up at Kai, surprised and a little delighted. “What are these?”

Kai grinned at you, standing up a little straighter. “My newest creation. They’re sleeves with thin but relatively long daggers hidden inside the fabric. You release them by pressing down on the button at the bottom of each dagger—except for the wrist ones—you release those by flicking your wrist. They go back in by pressing the button, which you can also use to get them out if you can’t do the flick. The leather is reinforced and impenetrable, and the daggers have been enhanced to stay sharp.”

You looked between him and the box. Once. Twice. And then you gave him the biggest smile you could and rushed forward to hug him. “Thank you, Kai,” you said, and you really meant it. You never liked spending on yourself—mostly from your years being dirt-poor—but this was such a thoughtful gift and so useful. You wanted to dance imagining how handy it would be.

Kai blushed, hugging you back. “It’s the least I could do for giving me a place to stay. I should be saying thank you to you two.” You pulled back from him, instantly feeling a wave of embarrassment for being so over the moon over a practical gift.

“I appreciate it,” you told him, and he nodded. He glanced at Jungwon, weirdly looking away quickly from him. But when you turned to Jungwon, he looked as pleasant as always. Odd.

You walked back to your room, Jungwon hot on your heels. “Can I get a peek at the gifts now? Unless you’ve forgotten it’s not all yours,” he teased, reaching over your shoulder for the box.

“Okay, wait wait.” You set the box down, grabbing the pair with your name on it. It slid on easily, molding around your arms and legs like a second skin. You tried out the wrist knives, flicking your wrist two times before a dagger popped out with a soft zhink. Okay, so it’s more of a curve. You thought, putting it back in and out again. Jungwon was testing his own sleeves, pressing the buttons on his legs. He looked up at you and gave you a smile. “Would I be superstitious to say this feels like an omen from the Saints that we’ll do well? But imagine the Saints blessing a bunch of assassins. How scandalous.”

You smiled back at him. “Scandalous indeed.”

Days later, after creating a plan with the twins, trips to the Exchange to gain a feel of the place, and endless scheming and worrying, you were standing in front of the Exchange. You wore a fluffy, pale pink fur coat that grazed your calves with a wide-brimmed cream hat. You had bright red lipstick on and were sporting bejeweled sunglasses, with rings stacked on your fingers. You fanned yourself in the humid, hot Kerch summer, looking at every part as the rich, classy tourist woman. You squared your shoulders and strutted into the wide glass doors of the Exchange, purse swinging at your arm. You gave yourself a few seconds to act like you were thinking of where to go and walked over to a clerk who looked like he might pee his pants helping customers.

“Young man, is Alfred here?” you drawled, watching as the clerk took you in and gulped visibly. You waited a few more seconds before repeating yourself. “Young man, I asked if Alfred Krum was here,” you snapped, letting the annoyance clearly show through your voice.

“I- Yes ma’am! He’s h-here.” He stood up, wringing his hands with sheer nerves. “L-Let me take you to him.”

You nodded, checking your watch. “I am a very busy woman. Do not waste my time. I need to see Alfred immediately. An empire relies on your efficiency.”

He paused, looking you up and down. “What’s your name, ma’am?”

“Christine Welverd Krum.” The effect was immediate as he gulped again and stared at his desk nervously. “Right this way, ma’am.”

He led you to the elevator. He murmured something to the guards flanking the elevator, and they gave you a long look before nodding at the clerk. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. The clerk clicked a button and stood in front of you, shifting on his feet. The doors opened and you walked into one of the grandest hallways you had ever been in. The Executive Hall of the Exchange. Even the Little Palace was never this grand. The walls were made of smooth marble, with veins of gold, emerald, ruby, and sapphire running on their surface. Four white doors lined the hall on both sides and at the end stood a door with a gold knocker. A wolf’s head. Fitting, you thought. You and Jungwon had described the people who ran this place as rabid carnivores many times.

You heard someone step behind you and turned around to ask the clerk why he was dilly-dallying around. But then something big and heavy hit the side of your head and the world went black.

You woke up as he was tying you to a chair, being careful not to move and keeping your breathing even. You were stripped down of your designer clothes and accessories and left with the suit you had on underneath. At least you still had the sleeves on. He had brought you to a small square room, dark and gray with the door facing you. You furiously thought through all of your options, clocking your captor—the clerk—rummaging in a desk on the left wall for something. You were somewhat impressed, honestly, he had played you well. Acting the nervous inexperienced youngster so you would let your guard down. But that was enough admiration for now.

You flicked your wrist, feeling the daggers slide out. Let’s make this quick. You swiftly sliced through the ropes, throwing your chair back with force as you used your power to suck the air out of the clerk’s airways, waiting until he dropped unconscious. You tied him up with rope sitting on the desk and took the duct tape from his hand (that he planned on using on you), taping his mouth shut. Good, that should keep him occupied for a while. You dragged him to the back of the room, stretching as you walked over to the door to examine it. It was a slab of steel with a lock and handle. You spotted white paint on the side of the door, like it was painted from the outside and splashed onto the other side. So you were in one of the white rooms in the Executive Hall. Nice, that made things simpler. You looked at the clock above the desk. Four thirty in the afternoon. Shit, you needed to be quick.

You bent down to examine the lock. A Belton lock, more complicated than a standard lock but still easy to pick. You sent a tendril of condensed, thick air, feeling out the pins. You applied pressure to the pins and plug of the luck, mapping out the air. Nothing yet. You adjusted the pressure, lifting the condensed air from the nearest pin and then lowering it back… continuing through the lock to see if you missed any inner pins. Wait, there, a missed pin. You pressed one of the buttons on your leg sleeve, releasing a thin dagger. You turned the lock. Click. You checked the clock again. A minute and thirty seconds. You smirked to yourself.

You focused, feeling the air outside for movement or form. Just the furniture. You opened the door, sliding out and locking it behind you. According to your intel, Alfred Krum, the Exchange head, was at a dinner with some foreign benefactors right now. At four thirty-five, Jungwon and Yuna would meet you in Krum’s office (they would come in through the vents and your disguise as Krum’s niece would quell any questions or interruptions) where you would get into his safe and retrieve the artifact. You would then use your powers to propel all five of you onto the roof, where a helicopter (and Yeonjun, who was the pilot and lookout) was waiting for you (courtesy of an acquaintance who owed you a debt).

You briskly walked to the door and scanned it for cracks and slits. The bottom was sealed but the hinges had a connecting space. You felt around the room, registering the form of two people. Jungwon and Yuna. You sent a breeze into their faces, as you had planned before. The knob turned and then the door, bringing you face-to-face with a frustrated Jungwon.

“You’re late. What happened?” Jungwon asked, moving aside so you could make your way to the back of the office.

“Why do you think something happened?” you replied, lifting the huge full-body portrait of Krum from its place. The safe door glinted invitingly at you. “For someone as rich as him, he’s pretty lax with his security. Businessmen.” Thought their money and name were protection enough.

Jungwon stood in front of you, forcing himself into your view. “Because you’re never late. And you dropped the look.” He gave you a vertical scan to prove his point.

You shrugged. “There was a setback. It’s handled. Or would be if you would move.” That sounded harsh. Stress made you snappy. You pressed your lips together. “Please just let me work,” you said, softening your tone.

His eyebrows furrowed but he stepped back, going to join Yuna on watch. This was a Quad lock, a type that needed the four identical keys to be turned two at a time, but not with longer than a five-second gap, or else you would have to start over. You worked swiftly, forming the key shape with your air, pressing your eyes shut as you pictured the pins in your head. Two clicks as the first locks turned. You quickly worked the other two.

The safe door whirred. And swung open.

You pumped a fist into the air. “I’m in.” you breathed to no one in particular.

The dark room seemed to welcome you.

Jungwon smiled to himself as he watched your excitement at unlocking the safe. You were so cute sometimes. Now was the third phase of the plan, where you and he would secure the artifact and get out with minimal obstacles. He trailed you into the safe, the bright lights flicking on when you stepped into the room, illuminating the various collectibles, souvenirs, and artifacts. The item they were stealing was a hand-sized bone from an animal he couldn't remember.

You spotted it before he did, making a beeline to the right corner of the room. You pulled out a small pen-like gadget from your sleeve, clicking a button that turned on a laser, which you aimed at the glass enclosing the artifact. You seared a perfect circle into the glass, wrapping the artifact in a cloth and throwing it into your bag. He noted to ask for a similar tool from Kai.

You looked at him, eyes sparkling. “Let’s wrap this up.”

He grinned at you. “Let’s.”

You both dashed to the safe door, securing it behind you and putting the painting back in its place. He sped-walked to the window, easing it open. So far, except for whatever it was that you faced, the mission was going smoothly. That just made him more nervous. Jungwon sent a quick prayer for success to the Saints, hoping they’d heed the call from a Grisha in need.

Yuna came over to you two, giving you both a determined look. “Okay, _____, let’s jump this ship.”

He glanced at you to catch you giving Yuna a weak smile, which you stifled when you noticed his attention shift to you. He moved to stand right in front of you, looking you in the eyes. “You got this. You’re the strongest, smartest, most capable person I know. You can do this.”

You stared back at him, the anxiety clear in your eyes. “I just… If I fail, we’ll all die.”

“Then don’t fail,” he replied, grinning at you. “Find an anchor in your mind. Ground yourself. Take it one step at a time.”

You nodded, glancing at the window. “I’ll do that.”

“Good. Now if it motivates you, I have been gambling lately and lying to you about it. So you can’t kill me now, it’s too early.”

You whipped your face towards his, glaring at him. “I’ll make sure your death is to your standards.”

“Appreciated. I can’t die like a nobody,” he winked at you, ushering you towards the window. He’d planned on fixing his gambling addiction (or so he tells himself every time he loses) but if the promise of murdering him worked… he’ll take it. Even if it wounded his soul to see you look at him like that.

“Okay, then-” you were cut off by the sound of shouting outside the office, followed by banging on the door.

“We know you’re in there, thieves. Come out.”

And then he heard the click of a lock turning and the door swung open.

Shit.

The clerk barged in, followed by Alfred Krum and a team of security men.

“You’re more capable than I thought,” the clerk sneered, glancing at Jungwon and Yuna who were flanking you. “And these are your cronies? How cute, the three musketeers.”

You snarled at him, flexing your fingers. “It seems I made a mistake by not killing you last time.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond as you lunged at him, giving him two deep cuts on his thigh. And then the fight began. The man was better than you thought, avoiding a third swipe at his throat. He threw a punch at your face and you nimbly dodged it, bringing your hand up to cut into his shoulder. Blood gushed from the cut and he stumbled back, clutching the wound in agony. You took the pause to scan the rest of the room. Jungwon had a pile of unconscious guards around him, currently taking out the eighth. Yuna was shooting down the ones in the hallway, aiming for their hands and legs. You leaped over the guards, moving towards Krum. He was red-faced and waving his hands wildly, shrieking for backup. You slid behind him and held a knife to his throat.

“This is how this is going to go. You are going to go to sleep and forget this ever happened. And if not…,” you sucked the air out of his lungs, watching as he shook with restraint to not thrash and cut his throat with your dagger. You put the air back into his airways and Krum took gulping breaths. “Understood?”

You inched the dagger away from his throat and he furiously nodded. Jungwon met your eyes, done with the guards and you nodded. Jungwon lifted his hand and Krum swayed, before crumpling to the ground.

Yuna holstered her revolvers, running a hand through her hair. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded in agreement, pocketing your knives. You ran a hand over the window frame, taking a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. You turned to face your two friends, people you’ve known for years, and in Jungwon’s case, would trust with your life. You nodded and they returned it. You moved aside so they could crouch on the window, ready to jump. You stood right behind them. What if I fail? You pushed the thought away. After all, you had a Jungwon to maim.

The city clock chimed for five o’ clock, and on the fifth clang, they jumped.

You leaped out after them and sent all three of you soaring upward through the air.

Assassin of the Air and Wind. It had a nice ring to it.

You fell onto the helipad, tucking into a roll. Jungwon rushed up to you, lifting you up and spinning you as he hugged you so hard you knew what your victims felt like. You laughed and patted his shoulder, “Let me down, Won.”

“Fine,” he said, grinning at you. “That was awesome. I knew you had it in you.”

You grinned back. “Well, a certain someone let me know of my next hit. A very important one, he said.”

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry… I really did try to stop.”

“Well now we’re rich, so all debts are lifted.”

He chuckled, leaning in so your face was inches away from his. “Forgiven, then? For the lying?”

You tilted your head to the side, pretending to think it over. “We’ll see.”

He didn’t respond, staring at your eyes. His gaze slowly lowered, landing on your lips.

You glanced at his. They were smooth, salmon pink, and slightly tilted up at the ends. You forced your heartbeat to stop furiously beating, knowing he could hear it clearly.

Oh, for Saint’s sake, just kiss him.

You put a hand on his cheek and pressed his lips onto yours, swooning at how nice and soft they felt. He stiffened, before putting his hand on the nape of your neck and kissing you back. Your movements were slow and languid, yet still electrifying, and you enjoyed how nice it was to kiss Jungwon compared to your past flings. It was intoxicating, setting the nerves in your lips and brain on fire. He pulled back and smiled softly, touching his forehead to yours. You smiled back, still high from the kiss.

You heard a whoop and clapping, turning to see Yeonjun and Yuna smirking at you two.

“Took you long enough,” Yeonjun chimed, and Yuna nodded in agreement.

She hoisted herself into the passenger seat of the helicopter. “Now, if you’re done snogging each other, we have to leave. Now.”

You both scrambled into the back, strapping yourselves in and securing your headsets.

“Lovebirds, no funny business while I’m flying. Especially you, Airbender. I don’t need you to get excited and send us flying off course.” Yeonjun deadpanned into the microphone.

You chuckled to yourself, watching as the helicopter lifted you off of the ground. Jungwon entwined his fingers with yours, tilting his head to the side in playful question.

You laughed and stretched your arms, turning towards him. “Forgiven,” you mouthed to him.

He beamed at you and squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

EPILOGUE

You flipped through papers, checking off every Grisha still left in Kerch. It was months after your Exchange job, collecting your money and paying off your debts to the Slave Pirate. Kai had taken his share and moved out, opening a gadget shop that attracted youngsters and eccentrics from around the world. The twins’s business was booming, becoming one of the biggest names in Ketterdam.

You and Jungwon had begun a Grisha safety-and-smuggling practice, keeping an eye on all the Grisha in Kerch and helping those who wanted to leave sail undetected to Ravka. You heard the door open and close and got up to meet Jungwon in the living room. He dropped the bags he was carrying next to the kitchen, slumping onto the couch.

“Tired already?” you teased, sitting down next to him. You ran your fingers through his hair and he visibly relaxed, melting onto the couch.

“That was like… seven delivery trips. I’m spent,” he smiled at you, “But worth it.”

You hummed in agreement. “Well… there’s some chocolate ice cream in the back of the ice box.”

The words “chocolate ice cream” seemed to breathe life into him and he jumped up, round eyes sparkling as he stared at you excitedly. “Say no more.”

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ghostofaboy · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 - October 29th

Day 29: Genital Pumping, Coercion/Blackmail, Pregnancy

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1240

Warnings: non-con, blackmail, angst, Jack Whump This is a darker fic - be advised

@absurdthirst Kinktober List | Ghost of a Boy Masterlist

To say this mission had gone wrong was an understatement. It was meant to be simple. Cozy up to the target, then plant a bug. He’d done it a thousand times before with both men and women. Yet here he was looking at photos of himself balls deep in some hot young things. Throwing the photos across his desk, Jack pinched his eyes shut. Over twenty years as an agent and he’d never been compromised.

Running a hand down his face Jack picked up the note that had accompanied the photos and read over it again.

I don’t know if you prefer Jack or Agent but regardless I’m sure I have your attention now.

Whether your bosses at Statesman know of your activities or not I’m sure your shareholders will not be pleased if these photographs were made public. I’m sure you know how homophobic some people can be. Statesman’s share price will drop like a stone especially when they learn that the young man in question is underage.

I will destroy all copied of the evidence if you do as I say.

What followed was an address and a time for him to meet with this blackmailer. The man he was with in the photos was not underage. Jack knew that, and so did the blackmailer. But he was young looking, especially compared to Jack, and just the hint of that would be enough to ruin him.

Looking back, it was clear to him now that the young man was a plant. The case had gone well and he’d gone to a bar. Damn it! His target must have hired the guy to sleep with him, and he was so damn full of himself to think he was god’s gift to sex. That meant the blackmailer was inked to his case. His target was on his way to prison right now so he was out, but he had a long reach.

Letting out a long sigh, Jack considered his options. Option one was to tell Champ about this and deal with the fallout. He’d fucked up his case, so he’d be reprimanded and probably put on desk duty for a while. He still had several active cases which would be handed over to other agents. Option one was sensible but humiliating.

Option two was to try and outsmart the blackmailer. Go to the met and try to take them out. That plan ran the risk that they had a redundancy plan in place. Considering that they’d gotten the drop on him, they were probably smart, so chances are they would have things in place in case he didn’t play nice. That meant those picture would go public and that led back to a version of option one, except with disgusted homophobic shareholders and an even angrier Champ.

And that led to option three. Go with it. This person probably wanted money and paying them would buy him time to deal with them properly. There was always the chance they wanted him to do something for them: get someone out of prison or steal something. Most likely they wanted his original target set free. He could work with that too. Money would make it quick and easy, and favors would still buy him time.

Fuck it. Option three it was. He’d go to the meet and see what this fucker wanted. Gathering up the photos, Jack stuffed them into his blazer’s inside pocket. Time to go deal with his fuck-up.

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The warehouse was cold and dark and terribly cliché. Jack suppressed a shiver as he knelt on the floor, the freezing concrete chilling to the bone as much as the hard metal of the gun pressing into his skull. Fuck up number two.

Damn, twice in one assignment. He was loosing his touch, but it could be worse. He’d been in tougher situations and come out smiling. As long as he was drawing breath, there was still a chance to turn this around. And this was about getting something from him, if they wanted him dead they’d already had plenty of chances to do that.

“Agent.” The person behind him finally spoke and Jack cursed under his breath, recognizing the voice immediately. Keith. The eldest son of the target.

“Keith.” Jack sighed. “What can I do for ya?”

“We’ll get to that, Jack.” Keith growled down at Jack. “Is your name really even Jack?”

“Sure is.” Jack focused on keeping his breathing even. “I figure this is about your daddy so-”

“Shut up!” Keith hissed, pushing the muzzle into the base of Jack’s skull. “You fucking piece of shit! My dad never…” Keith let out a huff. “We’ll get to that. But first, I want to have a little fun with you. Like you had with my dad. The two of you had fun, right? Right?”

Jack felt his blood run cold. So that’s what this was about.

Jack had been sent in to seduce, then plant the bug. Which of course he had. Keith’s father had been dynamite in the sack, a small perk in an otherwise routine mission. That’s why he’d been so cocky. That’s why Jack had fallen into bed with the, now, very obvious plant. And now he was here, with Keith, and Keith wanted to have some ‘fun’ with him.

Jack’s stomach lurched.

“Keith.” Jack chanced a look over his shoulder, and was met with a cold, hard stare and smirk. “Please, come on. You want me to get your dad back? Talk to me, let's work this out. You don’t want-”

“No.” Keith threw a pair of wrist ties down on the floor in front of Jack. “No, I really do. Strip, then put them on.”

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Surely Statesman would be looking for him. That’s the thought that kept going through Jack’s mind as he wiped himself down in the grimy sink. Looking down at his bruised and used body, he let out a long sigh. It had been two days.

Two long, terrible days spent chained up in various positions while Keith violated his body. Keith would scream insults and obscenities at him as he came inside Jack. Keith would laugh as he made Jack come over and over, despite Jack feeling nothing but revolution. And Keith took photos, lots of photos of every inch of Jack.

Jack had thought that Keith would bring up his father at some point, but it was slowly dawning on Jack that Keith had different plans. Perhaps later down the line he would want Jack to free his father or help him with some other plans. But for now, this was what Keith wanted. To humiliate Jack in every conceivable way.

There was ten times the blackmail material that had landed Jack in this situation now. Keith owned him. Even if he let Jack go today he had enough evidence to ruin Jack’s life five times over. Jack knew he was screwed. His only hope if he got out of this place was to go to Champ. He should have done that to begin with, he knew that now. His own pride and arrogance landed him in this mess, some damn humility might be the key to cleaning it up.

Running a hand down his unshaven face, feeling the rough bristles on his palm, Jack stood up from his ‘bath’. He could hear Keith moving around in the other room, it was time to get back to it.

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Sorry for the rather bleak fic for this prompt. This turned out way darker and more angst focused. It’s sort of more whumptober-esque and was shamelessly inspired by @elvenmother Shattered fic.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #dark fic

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toomuchsky · 5 months

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got a new car. having a lot of feelings abt it that i’m journaling abt on tumblr instead of processing internally. (lots of very privileged Big Money Feelings fair warning) but also look at him. momo. 🥹🥹🥹

basically after the insane amt of car troubles the last car gave me and the extra 4k it was asking from me in repairs, my dad finally was like “can you let me help you” and offered to help me buy out the loan on appa. one contingency was that i had to buy a new car, not anything used. so my car payment basically more than doubled, but i do have a car now that can take me from point a to point b and will hopefully ! not break down on me anytime soon. (with my luck tho who knows). i also still have the credit card debt from the engine but he was like “do your best to pay it off but if there is a difference at the end of the 0% apr period well see what i can help with”

i’m having! weird feelings abt it! lots of shame around having to accept money from my parents, lots of guilt around having parents that can afford to do this, also a lot of like. relief right?? i have a car that works! and he’s cute!

but also new cars freak me out dude. cars should all be dumber in my opinion. why is there an ipad on a vehicle that i can also drive at 90mph??? why is it yelling at me to brake leave me alone let me brake on my own terms!!! and every single thing is electronics. and they break so often and are so expensive to fix!! and everything these days is built to break!!! it makes me so mad and angry!!!!

but also on the other hand! i feel like i understand every single rich person neuroses now. every single speck of dust on this car is tantamount to a dent on another car. if i even scratch this car i’ll be so sad bc it’s NEW! she has 10 MILES ON HER. and there’s too many features!!! how am i supposed to learn them all!! feeling very old man yells at cloud abt it all!!! like normally i am also very generous with my car! i’ll let people drive it i don’t care etc but with this one i’m feeling extremely like don’t even breathe on him actually please don’t even look in his direction. like i’m feeling insane. u know that monopoly study they do where people become more stingy the richer they get. that’s how i’m feeling.

also having some feelings about what a new car like this looks like to people idk. like what will people perceive me as???? like this wasn’t my choice!!! tbf the car market is still insane and even a slightly used car would be abt the same price tbh but. feeling like i need to process these feelings with everyone so that no one judges me for having a new car or feels weird abt my parents having the ability and willingness to help me out here. like i understand this is mostly projection bc IM feeling weird about it and wealth (lol at the thought of wealth. i’m like 40k in debt not including student loans at 29 which feels insane.) and all that but.

he’s smaller than a lot of the suv’s i’ve had before but honestly probably enough size!!!! also the car payment is so much and idk how i’m gonna afford it for 6 years. i love him so much i can’t wait to go on a million road trips now that i can trust my car won’t break down on me in the middle of the road AGAIN. i also wanna throw up whenever i look at him. i love feeling safe and cozy and playing with all the new features. if it gives me a lane warning again i’ll blow it up myself.

dualities man. here we are.

#don't look at me

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batzyboy · 20 days

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The Batman (2004) CG!Joker Headcannons

w/ Voluntary Regressor // Boyre Vers.

At first he didn’t really understand how it worked- but he was curious to know more. It was kind of like putting the puzzle pieces together- the more he learned, the more he wanted to be a part of it.

He was hesitant at first, he didn’t lay a hand on you or the things you touched and played with, afraid he would somehow destroy or ruin everything- that he was a contaminant in your space.

But there was this one time when you were fully immersed, no big adult thoughts, the stress physically dissipating off your shoulders. He could see it.

The idea that all this stress he saw on you could just float off in his presence left him starstruck. That you could relax and be so carefree where people were usually iffy and uptight (even when he wasn’t toying with them) made him feel light. A special feeling in his chest that swelled now whenever he saw you, even when you weren’t regressed.

It scared him- feeling like he was going to burst whenever he laid his eyes on you. So he did what he did best and disappeared. At every turn into or out of an alleyway he was checking both ways to make sure that it wasn’t you he was turning into. He’d hide behind his goons if he found you were looking for him and even scaled walls while trying to hide from you. Gotham was quiet for an entire week and no, the Joker was not in Arkham.

Eventually you cornered him. Tears welling in your eyes because you saw it as abandonment and you said that as much to his face.

“You abandoned me!-“ “No- no- I didn’t I was just-“ “You left me!-“ “Let me explain-“

He feels miserable. But he tries to explain when you finally give him the chance. It’s the first time he hugs you- in that alleyway. Let’s you beat at his chest and then just completely envelops you in his long sleeves and arms. All of a sudden this feeling isn’t so scary anymore, not when you’re near him at least.

Calls you: My kid, My prince, (My) Dear, or some rendition of your name shortened- usually a very unique thing that reminds him of you.

You call him: JJ, Captain (especially during your pirate ship games), or Dada/Papa if you’d like.

He does, in fact, rob stores for you. But only big corporate places that he knows are already making big money who sell the best, most expensive toys that he’s not paying for. — “Only the best for you, my prince.” He says as he kneels down before your throne and offers up to you the softest looking stuffie on the planet (You name it JJ and he almost dies)

He still commits crimes, just when you’re not around or taking a nap. (He’s very good at keeping the time.) - “Batsy I’m afraid we’re gonna have to take a rain check. I have other things more important than this!” “Then why do it??” “15 MINUTES!!”

If you’re being bullied at school and he finds out, you probably won’t see the bully the next day or any days after that.

He doesn’t necessarily like medication, but if you need it he’ll help you. Making it into a fun game or talking through your stuffies to make it more appealing and not so scary- if they’re able to be dissolved he’ll definitely make that happen. And you get a yummy meal (before or after) with some juice!

Listens to oldies, anything from love songs to smooth jazz. If you want he’ll dance with you, (you stand on his shoes and he swings you around to the beat. He loves it when you laugh.

Brings you new sippies everyday- some of them are obviously customs but others are more on the mellow side of things. - you feel very spoiled and when he brings you a sippy that kind of looks like him you cry and he panics.

Being with you definitely softens him up a little, it’s known news in The Narrows that you’re his soft spot, but due to that you’re often locked up in his hideout until you prove that you can defend yourself and win.

Contrary to popular opinion, he doesn’t absolutely despise Batman- and since there’s a plethora of bat themed stuff in stores he buys (read: steals) it for you.

He loves painting with you, the absolute randomness of the colors- finding out what the result will be if you mix two together- relearning everything feels welcomely mundane.

And then some HC's I thought were a little OOC for him but still wanted to include?

When he’s sure you’re asleep he’ll snuggle up to you and doze off- he enjoys the warmth and murmurs sweet things into your hair.

“I’ll never leave you kid..”

Kisses your forehead and nose while you sleep

“I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you.”

#who am i kidding i feel like everything is ooc!!!!#batsyboyre #sfw age regression #sfw blog #agere sfw #bearbarks #sfw agere #bearbabbles #agere #age regression #sfw regression #gotham agere #batman agere #batman 2004 agere #MY HEART I SBEATING SO HARD RN

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barkspawn · 1 year

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"you have feelings for me. admit it." with sam?🥹

Sorry! this took foreverrrrrr. Sam is absolutely adorable and I love it. I hope you enjoy!

The new movie theater in Pelican Town opened a few weeks ago and Amelia, Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail had all finally agreed to go see a movie. After all, it was something new and exciting in town and Joja was finally gone.

Amelia had arrived first, Abigail shortly after, and Sam and Sebastian just in the nick of time. Sam scared the life out of her as she was scolding the two men in their group chat. He had hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her head as he squeezed her.

He would never know he scared her because she made it a personal goal to not be affected by Sam picking on her.

And he hated it.

He would constantly pick on her about silly stuff. He’d learned she was ticklish a few weeks ago and it has been a dangerous game ever since.

The four made their way inside and to the concession stand. Abigail had gone to look at some weird items in a claw machine, the remaining trio waiting in line. Instead of getting everything individually, they got two giant tubs of popcorn, their own drinks, and Sam snuck in all kinds of candy.

Amelia hadn’t even been paying attention to what was playing today, she was there mainly for time with her friends. Thankfully they assigned seats, though hardly enough people came in to warrant it.

The bucket of popcorn was dropped into her hands, bringing her mind back to the moment.

“Can we please go in before the damn thing starts?” Abigail whined, a mixture of annoyance and boredom. They had all been walking toward the entrance inside anyway.

Sebastian mumbled a response, no doubt sarcastically judging by the laugh from Sam and huff from Abby. Once inside, she followed them up to the back row, surprised to see how nice it was. The chairs were all almost like armchairs, puffy and comfortable. There were buttons to recline or turn on a small light in the cup holder. It looked like they were all grouped in different ways; some in groups of two that sat close together, some groups of three or four with one larger table, and much to Amelia’s amusement, a few couches and loveseats.

They certainly didn’t think that one through.

She stared in confusion as they stopped and plopped down in their seats. Their loveseats. Sebastian and Abigail take one and leave the other for Sam and Amelia. Abby whined at Sebastian for pushing her legs away with a simple, decisive no as she moved to put them in his lap. Sam sat down, legs crossed under him as he started immediately toying with the recliner.

After a beat, she slid into the seat beside Sam, tucking her legs to her side.

“Dude, this is sick. They have tables. Why is it so fancy?” Sam rambled, causing Amelia to laugh aloud as she took a small handful of popcorn.

“I know Lewis got a lot from Joja as hush money,” she hummed through a piece of the corn, “he probably wants to attract more people.”

Sebastian groaned, his legs up in the recliner, “you guys realize how nasty these couches are going to get, right?”

“Guess it’s good we’re experiencing them now then,” Abby hummed, though Amelia knew exactly why Abigail booked these seats. She almost felt bad for how disinterested Sebastian seemed.

A couple of rows in front of them, Lewis was making his way to his seat, a chair close to a second one. He saw the group and grinned, “ah! I’m so glad this place is bringing romance back to the Valley,” he teased, no doubt oblivious to just how wrong he was, “I hardly remember my last double date.”

She could see the internal struggle in Sebastian to either correct him or make a sarcastic remark. Luckily for him, Amelia was quick to the draw, gesturing between herself and Sam, “oh! We’re not dating, just checking out the new theater,” she stole a glance at Sam, his expression amused as she trailed off, “not dating at all.”

She cursed her body for betraying her, the deep pink of her blush reaching her ears. Lewis had said something before turning to take his seat, but she didn't listen. She poured all of her focus into making her body stop making her embarrassment painfully obvious. She took a drink from her pop, noticing Sam staring at her with an almost devious grin, the blush renewed.

She set her drink down and stood, telling them she'd be right back before escaping to the lobby. Once she made her way to the counter, she looked over a little placard advertising a meal brought out during the movie. She looked it over and ordered two pizzas to be brought out when the time came. She took an extra moment before heading back in, feeling her phone buzz as she turned back toward her spot. She fished her phone out, noting they all had.

“Sam 7:05 pm: finally some good fucking soup 😈”

The group all looked at him, confused beyond words. Sebastian finally typed out a response,

“Sebastian 7:07 pm: first of all, what the fuck are you even referring to? Second, you know it's either just ‘good soup’ or ‘finally some good fucking food’ right?”

Sam rolled his eyes as the girls laughed quietly. There were more people around, and they often texted among themselves when around a lot of people. Sam was really the only one of them that actually didn't care about other people's opinions.

Finally, Sam turned back to his phone and quickly typed out

“Sam 7:10 pm: whatever, both memes then because I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO GET UNDER MEEL’S SKIN!

Sam 7:10 pm: dudes she was RED as fuck from what lewis said

Sam 7:10 pm: I think she liiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes meeeeeeeeeeeee”

Amelia's mouth fell open in shock, her gaze turning to Sam in shock as Sebastian nearly choked on his drink as Abigail just barked out an oh my Yoba.

After a second Amelia responded:

“Amelia 7:12 pm: oh, absolutely not. Not even a little. ESPECIALLY right now.”

Abigail's name popped up as typing, a reply coming impossibly fast:

“Abigail 7:12 pm: Do you guys need some privacy? Can move up a row or something.”

Amelia threw a piece of popcorn at her, earning a laugh as her phone buzzed with another message:

“Sam 7:14 pm: come on guys, you're making her blush again”

Amelia frowned and smacked Sam’s arm, thanking Yoba that the lights were dimming. Her face was indeed burning once more. They all chuckled, Sam playfully inching closer.

“We could totally cuddle if you want,” he whispered, “I'm great at cuddling.”

She shoved him playfully before she whispered in a low, warning tone, “Sam, I swear to Yoba.” he laughed and held his arms up in surrender, sitting properly beside her.

“Fine, but unless I'm just blind, you blushed so hard you looked sunburned,” he joked, leaning over to try and see, “is it right now?”

Yeah, it probably is.

She rolled her eyes and shoved him away with the tub of popcorn, which seemed to distract him well enough as the movie started.

She needed to get her shit together. Sam was an affectionate person to begin with. He was always hugging, leaning on, or even just touching someone. She knew this. She couldn't let this dumb little joke make their entire friendship awkward. After a few minutes of not paying attention to the movie, lost in her own thoughts, she turned, resting her legs over Sam’s lap. She saw him smile as he watched the movie, hands coming to rest on her shins. It was a normal enough interaction, which Amelia was thankful for. Maybe he'd just forget.

She leaned back, her head resting on the armrest as they watched. It wasn't too long before the staff brought out the meals everyone ordered, Sam's face lighting up in excitement at the pizza. Sebastian and Abigail looked over and Amelia just shrugged, leaning forward to take a piece.

The movie went by fairly quickly, Amelia shifting her legs off of his lap with a groan at how stiff she had gotten.

Sam’s smirk pretty much confirmed that he had not forgotten his little game.

Great.

The rest of the week went by pretty quickly, her harvests doing well as she rotated the crops. Amelia had just finished showering after an agonizingly long morning. Just as she pulled on a plain white V-neck to go with her jeans Sam knocked and then stormed in.

“Meeeeeeeeelsss,” he called, eyes falling on her just as she came out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair. He pouted, “I am so bored. Seb is working. Abby is studying. You're my only hope!”

She laughed, rolling her head and turning toward her bedroom to brush her hair.

“Fine, but only if you behave. My body hurts after this morning, dude.”

His grin grew into the one he failed to hide at the movies, “you know I'm really great at massages, Meels,” he wiggled his fingers as she came out of the bedroom, hair tame enough for now.

She narrowed her eyes before walking into the kitchen and tossing him a Joja cola, “behave, Samson. Or I will release the wrath of Loaf on you.”

Sam laughed and crossed his arms, leaning on the counter and popping the can open, “how else am I going to get you to admit that you like me?”

She sighed dramatically, pleased that it didn't make her blush as much anymore, “that doesn't even make sense–”

He laughed, cutting her off, “because I'm making you imagine me massaging your muscles after a long day?”

She scoffed, pretending to dig through the fridge more to find something that didn't actually exist. She had, in fact, blushed at the idea.

She groaned and closed the fridge, resigning to her fate. He would know anyway. Naturally, he grinned.

“So why not just admit it?” he hummed, taking a drink before setting the can down and crossing his arms, “you know I'll win this.”

“You’d only win if I said I like you, which I don't plan on doing,” she walked past toward the couch, giving him a sweet smile as she passed, moving to sit on the couch, legs up and resting over the length. Sam walked over and lifted her legs, plopping himself beneath them before letting them back down.

They sat there for a few minutes, The Queen of Sauce teaching them how to make lasagna. Maybe five minutes passed before Amelia spoke up, “this is the longest you've ever gone without talking, what's wrong?” she leaned forward and poked his side playfully, which, given the look growing on his face, she knew was her biggest mistake.

“You see, I've been strategizing,” he smirked, shifting carefully as if he could spook her at any moment, “and I remembered something else I learned a couple of weeks ago..”

She tensed up, pulling her legs back slowly, planning her retreat. With one hand, he held her feet down. He was stronger than he looked… Or she was weaker than she knew.

“Sam… I swear to Yoba, you better not,” she warned, frantically looking for any way out. His grin only grew more mischievous as he shifted, one knee on the couch now to give him leverage.

“Admit it, Meels,” he teased, “you like me.”

“Sam… I don't want to be responsible for any kicking or hitting… Don't you dare.”

“I warned ya,” was the last of the tense banter before he dived, mercilessly tickling her sides. She cried out in laughter, grasping desperately to stop him as he shifted to sit on her legs to keep her still.

She was laughing, trying to hold it back in rebellion, “Sam, p-please!”

“Just admit it!” he teased his voice turning to be sing-song, “that youuuu liiiiiiike meeeee.”

“I do not!”

“You think I'm cuuuuuute.”

“No-”

“You want to kiiiiisssssss meeeeeee….”

“Fine!” she cried, surprising the both of them, “Fine, you absolute lunatic, I do!”

His hands halted, watching as she tried to catch her breath.

“Wait, you actually do…?” Sam asked, his tone shocked and softer than seconds ago.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She put her hand on her chest as she finally gained some control of her breathing, sitting up on her elbows she couldn't quite look at him just then, positive he was going to comment on her strongest blush yet.

“I mean, yeah?” her voice was soft, unable to mask the fear in her tone, “I just… I don't know? You got it out of me though…” she gave a quiet, joking laugh, “you should be a detective and try to get confessions out of people for a living.”

“Meels, are you saying it because of the tickles or my pushing? Because I don't want–”

“I know,” she held her hand up to stop him, “I know it's not something you want, which is why I wasn't planning on saying anything. I didn't want to make things awkward, I guess.”

Sam frowned slightly, the image all wrong to see, “I didn't say I don't want it. Why do you think that?”

She searched his face for a long moment before shifting to lean back against the arm of the couch, “I… Guess I don't know. You're a super loving guy, so I didn't want to read into anything?” she knitted her brows together, “but you didn't say you did either. Can we just.. Forget this happened and pretend I'm not humiliated?” she ran both of her hands down her face in frustration.

Sam thought for a long moment before answering, “I can try to forget that you like me if you really want me to…” he started, his every word sounding thought out, “but what if I don't want to? What if… I wanted you to actually like me?”

She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or himself at that point.

She nudged him, not liking to see anything other than a smile on his face, “should I be tickling you and telling you to admit your secrets now?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Nah, I can just tell you straight up that I like you.”

She prepared to roll her eyes or give some sarcastic comment, but she didn't prepare for this. She couldn't find words, so instead, she leaned up and wrapped him in a tight hug, burying her face in his neck. She was overwhelmed by the scent and feel of him, her heart racing in her chest. She felt him hesitate before chuckling and wrapping his arms around her waist in a tight hug. She always loved the smell of his hair product and what was either cologne or body wash. He smelled like sandalwood and the sea mixed with something warm and comforting she couldn't quite place. He must have grown uncomfortable in the position, shifting so he could sit beside her. She watched him closely, chewing on her lower lip in thought. A million thoughts plagued her mind until she finally built the nerve to ask.

“So when you say you like me, you mean–”

Sam laughed, his own face still tinged pink as he thought of what just happened. His tone was teasing, a little sing-songy like he had been when tickling her, “I mean that I liiiiiike you. I think you're preetttttyyyy. I want to kiiiisssss youuuu.”

She couldn't help but smile, shaking her head, “you're absolutely cute, I'll certainly admit that.”

His smile grew wider, “and you admitted that you like me. You can't take that back.”

“Fine, fine,” she laughed, staring at his shoulder like it was the most interesting thing in the world, “and I guess I'll admit that kissing you might have crossed my mind a time or two.”

They were quiet for a long moment as she climbed the mountain of nerves that stood in her way, the both of them speaking at the same time.

“Can I–”

“Would you be–”

They laughed quietly before she reached over and touched his cheek, pinker than before. Finally, she met his eyes and that was it. She leaned in as he met her, their lips barely touching before she pressed her lips to his, shifting to face him entirely before giving up and climbing into his lap, one leg on either side of him as his hands defaulted to her hips, the kiss having deepened the moment she moved. She pulled back after a moment, her brain foggy from the million sensations exploding through her body, “is this okay? It's just easier to–” she hummed as he cut her off with another kiss, her hands on his shoulders before she ran her fingers through his hair, worried she'd feel resistance, though there wasn't any. She pulled back for a moment, a small pout playing on his lips as a result.

“Sam how the fuck is your hair so soft?”

He laughed before leaning in and pressing gentle, sweet kisses along her jaw that made her melt in his touch. Nothing about what they were doing was even remotely sexual, despite the position they may be in. He pulled back to look up at her, “well, honestly I have thick hair and I use this paste stuff? Expensive as all hell, but it lasts, smells good, and might survive being played with.”

“Might…?” she teased.

“Well, you haven't played with it much yet,” he taunted, “so that's to be determined. You know, for science.”

She smiled, already leaning in once more, “well if it's for science…” she hummed just before their lips connected once more, determined to both prolong the kiss, of course, but also find out if his hair could survive a little making out.

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