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mangostarjam · 8 months ago

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summertime madness — kaiju no. 8, narumi gen x f!reader, "babe" as a petname, sorta rivals to lovers, smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, written for @tetzoro's summer olympics collab, 3.7k words

"Fucking bite me, Narumi."

"I'm trying, dummy!"

You stop your hasty escape abruptly, but luckily Narumi Gen's reflexes are good enough that he catches you around the waist as he stumbles into you, one palm slamming flat on the stucco wall of the alleyway to keep both of you from bouncing into it. His chest heaves against your back as he huffs. He doesn't let go of your waist.

"What did you—? Narumi, you just called the Japanese men's volleyball team ugly. You're the one walking around with shitty dyed hair!"

"My hair's natural, babe, unlike that bleached blonde sitting way too close to you," Gen grumbles. You can feel the summer Parisian air getting stickier with humidity by the second, not at all helped by Gen's body heat so close to your own. "Besides, I can prove it."

You don't even want to think about how he could try proving something like that. You dig your elbow into his side instead. "Get off me, dummy."

His grip loosens, but he doesn't move. You manage to spin around and his hand settles on the dip of your waist, his nose brushing yours as he grins cheekily at your averted gaze. "This is the longest conversation we've had since we got here, y'know."

"It's your own damn fault you're so obnoxious," you mumble, turning your head slightly so his breaths just puff against your cheek. The sticky heat feels hushed. Charged. Your gaze snags on the flex of his arm bracing against the wall behind you.

A distraction. You need a distraction.

"Your mouth is what got you into trouble with the Japanese men's football team yesterday, too. They were going to offer us free tickets to their next home games."

"That sleepy white haired guy was looking at you too much," Gen says flatly. You finally meet his red eyes squarely as the corner of his lips tugs up. "I can get you one of those chocolate muffins you were asking him for. Besides, I was just looking out for you — as your captain." Your cheeks feel hot. "Now why don't you tell me more about what you think of my mouth?"

"I think you need to shut up."

"You can make me?"

Your nose wrinkles before you can stop yourself and Gen laughs. He finally backs off but grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together and tugging you down the alleyway. "Save your shitty pickup lines for all your new social media followers," you bite out, but you let him pull you along anyway.

"Hey," Gen says, glancing at you from beneath his bangs as you catch up to his pace. "How come you never like my thirst traps? I post those for you, y'know?"

You digest this for a moment, torn between wanting to poke fun at him for lying through his teeth (how could they be for you when you're just you? it's gotta be for the thousands of new followers he gets every day now that he's an Olympian) and speaking aloud the admission that could change your relationship forever (but only if he's serious — though it feels rude, to question him, when his hand squeezes yours).

The two of you pause at a crosswalk and he tugs you close as the crowd presses in. Paris is teeming with pedestrians and cars and it's nice, being together in your own little bubble as incomprehensible chatter fills the space around you. Gen's better at navigating the street signs and the many twisting turning side streets, so you let him lead the way and he lets you stick close.

"Where did you even learn about thirst traps, captain?" It's the middle ground, a safe route.

Gen shrugs and you stare as his broad shoulders shift beneath his stupid "Sincere" t-shirt. "I saw some of the other athletes doing it to promote their sports."

"And you think locker room photos where you flash your abs will suddenly make everyone want to join their nearest swim team?"

Red eyes cut to yours and you blink. Gen's smile is lopsided, curled like a kitty cat. You want to smack it off his face. "So you have seen them."

Of course you've seen them. Not that you needed to — a shirtless Narumi Gen is not a rare sight for you, not when you've been training under the same coach for half your lives — but the thirst traps are… different. Whoever taught him to pose so effortlessly needs to get pushed into the Seine.

"What're you talking about?"

"You know I took those pics in the locker rooms," Gen says. He sounds so smug it makes your blood boil.

"It was a lucky guess," you lie through your teeth, "locker rooms are a classic backdrop."

Gen frowns. "How do you know so much about other peoples' thirst traps?"

You're nearing your dorms in the Olympic Village, and your ear catches other languages besides French and English swimming through the air. Athletes of all shapes and sizes and nationalities begin to converge along the path. Gen tucks you closer into his side.

"Uh, I don't live under a rock," you say, only to forget the rest of your thought when someone walking in front of you glances back to meet your eyes.

He's tall, with wavy brown hair and a pretty face. Something about his build reminds you of the volleyball team you just left earlier. "Are you two Japanese?" he asks, in perfect Japanese. He's also wearing a jacket with the Argentina flag on it.

"Yes," you respond automatically.

The guy's polite smile breaks out into a wide grin. "Perfect! What sport are you here for?"

"Swimming," Gen says shortly. "Excuse me, she's having a meeting with her team captain."

"Oho? And who's that?"

"Me," Gen says. The Argentinian Japanese guy gives you a sly grin and an eyebrow wiggle. It kind of makes you want to hit him.

Gen steers you away before either of you can say anything else. Goosebumps erupt along your skin as the blast of air conditioning washes over you upon entry into the dorms and you valiantly try to suppress a shiver. The lobby is practically empty compared to outside, but a few athletes look up and eye the two of you with blatant interest.

"There are too many goddamn hot people here," Gen complains. He leads you down a hallway and flashes you a smirk. "Good thing I'm the hottest one around."

You stifle the urge to roll your eyes, well used to Gen's bursts of ego. He is hot — you won't deny that, not now — but the thing you've always been drawn to the most is how he cares. It isn't obvious, like with any of your previous relationships. Gen just works extra hard out of sight — long practices late at night when he says he stayed up gaming, not knowing that you spotted him hoisting himself out of the pool under the moonlight, droplets glistening along every dip and plane of his muscled back.

Gen also doesn't interact much with the rest of Team Japan, but they all rally around him as their captain. Everyone is aware that they can depend on him to anchor their relays or direct them to the right venues because he's seemingly picked up a lot of useful phrases in those international video game lobbies (and in the quick study language books you've spotted hidden beneath the mess of his rooms).

You don't think he knows that you know any of this about him.

You don't know if it matters.

Gen ushers you into a room as you ruminate, shutting the door behind you and quickly shoving the mess on the floor aside so there's a clear path to his bed. You stare at him.

"Narumi… how is your dorm so messy," you ask helplessly. "We've only been here for three days."

"I have a gift," he shrugs. You can't help the laugh that bubbles up, but Gen watches you, pleased.

You shiver a little as another blast of cold air fills the room. "So what did we need to talk about, captain?"

Gen picks up a hoodie and offers it to you, watching wordlessly as you accept it and pull it on. It's oversized on you, dropping heavily to your thighs and covering your hands completely, so you shove up the sleeves as best as you can. "Thanks."

Gen turns around and crouches on the floor. "I can't do this. Fuck."

Uh, oh. Is the stress of competing at the Olympics getting to him?

"Um…" you crouch next to him and hesitate a second before resting your palm on his back. He's warm through his t-shirt, the shift and bunch of his muscles annoyingly attractive even as worry bubbles up in your chest. "Are you… good?"

"You'resofuckingcuteIwannadie."

You rub his back a little harder. "Narumi-kun?"

"I wanna eat you out."

Your hand freezes. Gen shoves his hands roughly through his hair and peeks over at you, a tiny frown on his lips. Red eyes skip over your face — pausing on your softly parted lips, your eyes wide with shock, the way your cheeks puff with a stuttered breath. You don't know if you should bolt or play it off as a joke. Years of a (mostly) friendly rivalry stack up in the back of your mind like weights.

You've always been rivals and teammates. Never competing directly against each other in the pool, but always there, ready to egg each other on to faster and better times. Supporting each other through muscle cramps and plateaus and practices beginning before sunrise.

But you haven't talked to him in the three days since coming to Paris.

"I want you," he says clearly, twisting his body to catch your hands in his own, "to cum all over my face wearing nothing but my hoodie."

"Narumi…"

"Just one chance," Gen says. He brings your hands to his chest and flattens your palms against his heart, so that you can feel the rabbit fast beat thundering away. "Give me one shot, and if you don't fall for me or my dick, I'll leave you alone and you can flirt with all the other Japanese athletes."

"You're lying," you mutter. You can't quite look him in the eye, so you focus on the pout of his lips instead. "There's no way you'd leave me alone. And I wasn't flirting, I was trying to get as many freebies and tickets as possible."

Gen keeps both of your hands pressed to his chest as he reaches up to tilt your face towards him. You squeeze your eyes shut. "I wouldn't leave you alone because there's no way you'd leave me after I'm done with you."

You can feel his thumb brush lightly along the soft skin beneath your eye. This conversation feels incomprehensible. You can barely hear yourself over the thundering of your own heartbeat. "You'd be done with me?"

He cups your face with his hand and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter. "Never."

The first time Gen kisses you, it's soft and hesitant, like he still expects you to pull away even after all this time. His lips are careful against yours, his tongue gentle as he swipes along the seam of your lips. You part them with a quiet gasp, an unspoken agreement, and his next kiss is a little hungrier, a little harsher. Heat bubbles up in your ribcage as he brings you into his lap, manhandling you in a way that makes your head rush, his hands heavy on your hips.

You clutch at his shoulders and sink your hand into his hair when he nips at your lip, drawing out a startled little sound and jerking in his lap. The movement brings you right up against the thick, hot bulge of him in his gray sweatpants. Gen pants into your mouth as he carefully, slowly rolls his hips up into yours, watching with hooded eyes when your head falls back at the feeling.

"You're so fucking hot," he mumbles, leaning up to suck a bruise into the sensitive skin of your neck. You feel the sharp nip of teeth and flinch, but he soothes the spot with his tongue before you can protest. "You've got a qualifying swim tomorrow, yeah? Hold on, let me loosen you up for it."

Gen reaches up and snags the blanket off his bed, spreading it out behind you before laying you down on it like something precious. He stays close, pressing his body along yours as he kisses his way along your neck, drinking in your stuttered breaths and quiet little gasps like he's been waiting his whole life to hear them. "N-Narumi —"

"Here, babe, let me —" Gen's ears are bright red, but he drags your pants and undies off in one movement, tugging when they snag at your knees and ankles and tossing them aside impatiently. "Fuck, is all this for me?"

Rough hands shove your thighs apart and you squirm, hot beneath the thick plush of his hoodie. Gen kisses along your bare legs, his touch feather soft at the bend of your knee and the curve of your thigh, so you get no warning when his tongue swipes broadly up your center.

You choke.

"Ha — oh, fuck — Narumi —"

"Quit calling me that," Gen huffs, diving back in like a man starved. He moans right into your pussy and you squirm, eyes clenching shut as every nerve ending lights up and dances like sparks to your core. His tongue is relentless, dipping and digging into every fold, circling your clit and tugging it into his lips so he can suck on it lightly, sending all of your thoughts spiraling into a crash of pleasure. Gen yanks your hips closer to his face as you begin to ride his tongue, chasing the overwhelming ache between your legs and throwing your arm over your face as you sob.

"Oh, please, please Narumi fuck," you yelp as he sucks particularly harshly at your clit. You peer shakily down and meet his eyes — darkened with lust — as he raises one eyebrow at you in wordless command.

Gen slides one finger into your clenching walls and crooks it, massaging a spot that makes you gush around him until you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. You're so — so close —

"Gen, please," you moan.

He hums and resumes the lightning fast flick of his tongue against your clit, the pattern and pressure somehow exactly right to send you diving over the edge of your orgasm with a cry. Oh — wow. Pleasure whites out your vision for a moment and dances at the edges as you blink helplessly at the ceiling afterwards.

"You've gotta be naked when we fuck, come on, babe," Gen mutters roughly, his hands haphazard as he pulls the hoodie off and takes the rest of your clothes with it. There's a brief moment of closeness as he reaches around you to fumble at your bra, his chin glistening with your essence as he scrunches his nose in concentration.

Gen notices your look. He wipes off his chin clumsily with the back of his arm and finally tosses your bra aside, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he eyes your tits. "You have no idea," he says, gaze flicking to yours and softening. "You've got no fucking idea how much you've haunted me."

"Your clothes," you remind him petulantly, reaching for the edge of his shirt. Gen gets the hint and immediately starts stripping, cursing under his breath when his foot gets caught in his briefs and grinning when you giggle at him. Miles of smooth, strong muscle are revealed inch by inch. You reach up to brush your hands along the divots of his abs. "I think your thirst traps are going to get flagged, by the way."

Gen covers you with his body again, interrupting your blatant ogling. The heat and weight of him is welcome. You whine at the brush of his cock against your thighs. "You totally saw them."

"They're practically nudes, Gen," you complain, nose wrinkling at the taste of yourself on his tongue when he dips down to kiss you. "You can't share your v-line on social media."

He's so warm and solid and strong against you, his hand cupping your tit and squeezing as he watches you twitch in his hold. "I need you to cum on my cock," he says, his tone low and desperate. "I've wanted this for so long —"

You reach between your bodies and slide your hand along his dick, smearing precum along the shaft and shivering at the silky length of him. "Get inside me, then."

Gen groans as the head of his cock prods against your entrance, his face falling into your neck as he pushes just the tip inside. You can't help but clench at the feeling, fingers digging into his shoulders at the sudden stretch. It's a little bit painful, but in a good way, a pleasant, aching sort of way.

He pulls back just enough to push in a little further, short, aborted little thrusts that only serve to wind the coil in your gut tighter with every sharp grunt from his lips. Gen's cock is thick, stretching you just right and prodding against your insides until he's finally sheathed fully in your welcoming heat.

"Quit that," he mumbles, his breaths hot at your ear. "Are you trying to make me spill early?"

"Gen," you say suddenly, the thought piercing through the pleasure filled haze of your mind like an arrow, "what about a condom?"

"I'll pull out," he promises. Gen lifts his head enough to meet your eyes. "I'm clean. I got tested before we flew out."

"I did, too," you remind him. "We all did."

"Well, I've only wanted you, and you were ignoring me for three days…"

You stare up at him. "Are you seriously pouting about that with your dick inside me?"

Gen snorts and takes that moment to roll his hips, the muscles in his jaw jumping as he bites down a groan. You shiver, heat flaring hot up your spine at the messy, wet noises coming from where the two of you are joined. He gives you an expectant look.

"I'm clean, Gen, I've been too busy trying not to get run over by a car to sleep with anybody and besides, why would I want to when I couldn't stop thinking about you — oh you bastard," your voice trails off with a moan as he begins fucking you in earnest, his hips rolling perfectly to hit every soft spot inside you.

Your hands slide from his shoulders to his arms as he fucks you into the thick blanket and the floor, grabbing on for dear life as the shivering coil tightens and aches inside you. Gen huffs when you wrap your legs around his trim waist, grabbing at your ankle after a few thrusts and propping it up on his shoulder. The new angle makes you sob breathlessly, clenching around him desperately, and when he props your other ankle up you snap.

"Gen, Gen, Gen, fuck —"

The strong, relentless slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs fill your ears, the bounce and jiggle of your tits a mere afterthought of discomfort as he throws you over the edge with every perfect nudge of his cock against your inner walls. Gen curses under his breath but watches every expression flash across your face, bullying his cock through your orgasm as your pussy tries to suck him in for good.

"You're so fucking hot, babe, so fucking good for me I'm gonna — gonna cum, fuck."

You feel his cock throb inside you an instant before he pulls out, head hanging low as he spills all over your stomach up to your chest. Warm, wet seed smears along your skin as he leans against your propped up legs to breathe, a stretch you'd normally complain about except you can't quite feel your legs, anyway.

You glance down and squint at the hair between his legs. "Gen…"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Did you dye your pubes?"

Gen laughs and carefully removes your ankles from his shoulders, snagging a towel from the floor to wipe your body clean. "I told you I could prove it."

"I can't believe you," you laugh. You feel boneless. Satiated. Warm. "And you did bite me, you dummy. I'll still have marks during my race tomorrow."

"Good," Gen says smugly, pulling you up to drag his hoodie back over your body. You snuggle into the warmth willingly, yanking him down with you until his head rests against your chest and his legs tangle with yours. "I'm not done with you, anyway. How are your legs? And your back?"

"Will you massage them for me?" you ask sleepily. It's nice, combing your fingers through his hair with his arms wrapped around you. Gen folds into you like he fits, even though he's bigger than you. It makes your chest ache. "I'm not stiff right now, but maybe later."

"I'll give you a chocolate muffin, too," he mumbles. "The filling would taste pretty good on your skin."

"That's a waste of a perfectly good muffin," you frown. "Gen, promise you won't waste the muffin like that."

Gen leans into your hands as you scratch gently at his scalp and the soft, fluffy strands. "I promise the muffins are safe. No promises on ever letting you go, though."

You can't keep the silly smile from spreading across your face. Thank goodness he can't see you grinning like a fool. "That works for me."

Bonus:

"Babe! Babe," the anguished yell makes you flinch, but you'd recognize that voice anywhere. The area around the pool is crowded with swimmers getting ready for the next event, though neither of you are competing in this round.

"What the hell, Gen?" you yank him aside, hiding behind a few obnoxiously tall swimmers in case any cameras are trained your way. "We're supposed to be supporting our kouhai! What's wrong?"

"My account got banned," Gen says. You want to kiss the pout off his lips. Red eyes flick up to meet yours and his pout curls into a smarmy grin. "Lookin' good in the suit, babe."

"Shut up," you shove his face away and he laughs, catching your hand and lacing your fingers together. You turn away to hide your grin but he kisses your temple and you know he sees the curve of your lips.

"What? Can't a guy compliment his girl?"

"I reported your account for indecent exposure."

"HAH?!"

#narumi gen x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 writing #kaiju no. 8 x reader #narumi gen #peep the cameos hehe #no chocolate muffins were harmed in the making of this fic #fuji writes!

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kiyo-cant-write · 8 months ago

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Hey pookie! Ur writing is so good!! Anyway, I need more Ruggie in my life! Poor baby doesn’t get enough love!!😖

Can I get Ruggie with a female reader who is constantly spoiling him and giving him so much love and kisses and he feels insecure because he can’t give her much in return but she comforts him by saying that she just wants him to be safe and happy!🥹

Love ya pookie!🫶 /p

ruggie shares insecurities w/ loving female s/o ✧･ﾟ

Hi Muffin!! Thank you so much for requesting!

I tried my best and I hope you like it! Ruggie is such a cute and silly little guy >w< I had to add Leona in for the plot and I hope that's okay!! It became longer by accident and a little more sad at first than I planned-

Oops.

Summary: [Name] is the s/o of Ruggie Bucchi. She is one of the most loving people in the world, especially to him. However, sometimes that love makes Ruggie feel like it is too much to ever dream of returning... Especially for someone like him. How could he do it?

TW/CW: Hurt/Comfort

Notes: established relationship, femme reader, she/her pronouns for the reader, the reader could be cis or trans, the reader is written as Yuu/Prefect of Ramshackle, explicitly post-Book 3, girl-dad coded Leona

Guest Stars: Leona Kingscholar

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Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is more insecure than he lets on with his comedic front.

He laughs and makes jokes about his situation and his relationship with Housewarden Leona Kingscholar...

But deep down he knows that there are people better off than him both in the overarching world and at Night Raven's campus.

Ruggie isn't the type to get bogged down by much but this gets him all bent out of shape in the worst of ways.

From the moment he begins having these doubts, he knows he has to talk to [Name] about them.

It's not fair to her to keep it a secret but he doesn't know what to say or how to bring it up. He can't ask Leona, that would be weird. Also, he feels like Leona would tell him to get over it.

What results is Ruggie being "weird" about it for a day or two before [Name], with some unexpected help, asks him what is wrong, and then he caves.

He doesn't want to make her upset. That's the last thing he wants.

Ruggie ends up pouring his soul out to [Name].

It seems almost unlike him but it's his genuine feelings.

[Name] reassures Ruggie that he is the one she loves and that being able to provide him support is something she is proud to do.

Ruggie can be a bit simple and as quickly as it all begins, his anxiety is calmed by those words alone. He trusts her.

If [Name] says she doesn't mind, that he is enough and he is doing enough for her... Ruggie believes her.

Wait how did she find him in his super secret hiding spot???!!

Ruggie totally wasn't hiding from [Name]. He didn't want to go see her. He wanted to hide here for a while, maybe even forever! That was his plan. He just couldn't face her. She was obviously way too good for him. She was sweet and loving... She supported him.

Could he return that? Could he give her everything she deserved?

The hyena wasn't sure and that was what scared him the most. The thought of not being help to help her, to be there for her... hurt him. His magic wasn't strong. his UM was even laughable at times.. He could make use of what he had but he didn't know.

Was it something that could protect her? Truly?

Maybe she would be better off with someone older, stronger... Like Leona. What was better than a damned rich old prince? Huh??

It made Ruggie feel a bit nauseous, the thought that his love would be better off with another man... But what if there was a better man? Then she should be with him and not some hyena off the streets.

She was probably considering her options now that he wasn't with her. Good for her, though, Ruggie thought. Make the most of things. That was what he had learned. You climb the ranks that way. Yeah?

But it made him feel better somehow.

At least she would get to be happy...

Meanwhile, [Name] was having the single strangest interaction of her young life. She had found herself alone for lunch with her friends each pursuing their own endeavors. She usually ate with Ruggie. But where was he? He hadn't spoken to her in days. Perhaps that was why she was in the botanical garden trying to keep herself together.

In the end, she felt the tears well up in her eyes from the frustration of it all. Ruggie was avoiding her, her friends were busy. What was she supposed to do? Did she need to apologize? She never meant to cause Ruggie any trouble! She loved him with all her young heart.

"You shouldn't be all sad like this, it's weird," a low voice said from above her crying form, "Try to be the same annoying little shit you always are, huh? Or are you a crybaby?"

She recognized that voice but it surprised her nonetheless.

"Leona-senpai?" she asked, turning around to see the housewarden who was much older than the rest of the student body, "Why?"

"You were making too much noise for anybody to sleep."

Leona sounded a tad miffed, but when she looked at him, he didn't seem nearly as upset as she had expected. Rather, with a tired expression and hand rubbing at the nape of his neck... Dare she say he seemed worried.

The girl sniffled as she looked up at his taller form, even crouching down to her level as he was, Leona was not small.

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep again, Leona-senpai."

"S'not as bad as when you wanted my help with octopunk."

"Oh... Sorry about that too."

Even if it worked, she was pretty sure that it had been grating on the ears as that had been... more or less, the point.

"Stop apologizing. Why are you alone?" Leona asked her, "Loverboy doesn't usually let you eat alone much less cryin' while you do."

"Ruggie..." she managed to say and a few more tears slipped out.

Leona's expression said that this was second only to dealing with Cheka but he persevered, awkwardly (and a bit roughly) patting the small human on the shoulder as he tried to get her to stop crying.

A few minutes passed as she slowed her reaction and explained the situation. Ruggie was avoiding her. She couldn't find him anywhere!

Listening, Leona wanted to shank Ruggie for any of a whole plethora of reasons. Talk about immature for all Ruggie claimed about being "more mature" than his housewarden. The lion beastman sighed.

"[Name]. Behind the main building."

"What?"

She hadn't expected him to say that and have a sideways look that made Leona growl slightly and repeat his statement with one new piece of information for her. He felt it was more than generous.

"Behind the main building, go. Woods."

"Are you just," she sniffed halfway through, "That eager to get away from me to sleep, senpai?"

This girl. Was she for real?

Leona had to admit she annoyed him nearly as much as Cheka did. Even if he was endeared to Ruggie's lover, there were several reasons she was Ruggie's lover and not his. Reason #1 is that [Name] was still a kid in more ways than age.

"Use your head," Leona told her, brows knit slightly.

She thought about it.

"Huh?? Ruggie's in the woods behind the main building??"

"Wow, so smart for a little herbivore," he commented with full intention to be a bit condescending towards her, "Go."

"Thanks, Leona-senpai!" she told him as she jumped to hug him.

He did not return the hug, keeping his arms crossed over his chest.

"Whatever," he replied, "Quit being all mopey and down."

"Okay!" she agreed, letting him go and bolting from the garden.

That girl sure is something, Leona thought.

Don't fuck it up, Ruggie.

Approximately five minutes later, [Name] saw the head of golden hair belonging to her beloved boyfriend. She skidded to a stop next to him. Maybe she should have walked? But lunch was only so long.

"RUGGIE!!" she cried when she reached him, out of breath.

The hyena almost jumped out of his skin.

"[NAME]??! WHADDAYA DOING HERE?" he asked her.

How did she know he was here? Did he tell her? NO!!

"What are you doing here? You've been gone for days."

"I..."

It was Ruggie's turn to look a bit ashamed. He didn't want to upset her or make her come searching for him. She was out of breath and seemed stressed. Was it all his fault? His ears went back.

"Ruggie?"

She didn't understand why his face had that kind of expression.

"I'm sorry all I do is cause you trouble, [Name]..." he told her.

"...What?" [Name] started to ask but Ruggie kept talking.

"I know you're like this super amazing loving person and I'm just some hyena off the streets who hoards the end-of-semester food from the cafeteria and tried to rob Leona one time, but I want to be enough for you."

Ruggie tried to rob Leona?

That distracted her from her own upset earlier. How did that work? Did Leona forgive him? Did he get any prince-quality goods?

No, no. Focus, [Name]. You can ask about that later.

"Aw, Ruggie. You're plenty enough," she told him, coming closer to him and pulling him into a hug, "I love you so much. I've missed you these last couple of days, you know."

Ruggie let out a soft purr he didn't mean to when she held him like this, pressing a few gentle kisses to his cheek if only to prove her point. She loved him. She loved him? Not a real prince, like Leona, or one of those frilly, sparkly, princely types from Pomefiore?

"You..."

"I really really mean it!" [Name] continued, holding his face in her hands and staring at him in a way that had him grasping at strands to still pretend she saw him as anything other than her love, "As long as you're happy and safe in every sense of the words... Then... That's enough for me."

"I love you too, [Nickname]," Ruggie returned a second later, cheeky green returning as his ears no longer laid flat against his head.

Their embrace was warmer now as they made up for the last few days, neither of them wanting to let the other one go just yet. [Name] continued to pepper his face with kisses, some if not most of which Ruggie returned with equal affection.

A few minutes passed and the sound of bells alerted students to the end of lunch. The young couple exchanged looks as it dawned on them.

"Ahh... I think we're about to be late for classes," [Name] pointed out.

"Shit."

Sprinting ensued.

"How did you find me anyway?" Ruggie asked on the way.

"Uh. Woman's intuition?"

Imagine the rest for yourself~

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muffinlance · 4 months ago

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State of the Muffin Report 2024-25

Happy birthday to my fanfics! As of March 3rd, 2025, I have been writing AtLA fics for SIX YEARS. Little Zuko v the World is in elementary school. WHAT.

Behold, last year’s stats!

[id: Screenshot of a spreadsheet showing my 2024-25 word counts. Important info is that over six stories, I wrote 107k words, for a monthly average of 8.9k and a daily average of 297 words. End id.]

Fanfic:

Thanks to last year’s Fandom Trumps Hate donator, I speedran Case 1 of Dark Night in Ba Sing Se, woo! (Much like Zuko speedran his trip to the library.) (And Ryo Cho Jyo speedran his retirement to desk duty.)

Also finished Scaled Over, double woo!

Honestly that’s way more words than it felt like I wrote, and a slight increase from last year, so YAY WRITING MATH.

Serious Face Writing & RL:

Li’s Friends has now raised $4,335.71 USD for wildlife charity, not counting gift matches. <3

Firstborn can recognize electromagnets and is making flying buttresses with magnet tiles. Secondborn’s hobbies include weight lifting, FASHION, and horking down pea pods and cherry tomatoes from our winter garden as fast as I can grow them.

Goals for the Coming Year:

Fanfic:

Sure looks like Fandom Trumps Hate is supporting the third part of Kindling this year, woo!

Finish the current book of Towards the Sun. We’re currently on the final field trip, so that should be very doable. —I say, using the exact same wording for the fourth year in a row. BUT HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS I JUST CHECKED AND SOMEONE CAME IN LAST MINUTE TO PLEDGE THE $500 FOR KICKING MY BUTT INTO GEAR? HOLY CRAP? Okay if they actually go through with that then I guess we’re doing this! I AM DELIGHTED IN THE WORST OF WAYS AND SHAKING MY FIST IN THE BEST OF WAYS! HOW VERY DARE YOU AWESOME PERSON YOU!

Mystery third FTH fic pending talk with the bidder!

More Blindsiding Badgermoles because that’s the one I personally <3 at the moment.

Serious Face Writing & RL:

Finish the third book in the Fox’s Tongue and Kirin’s Bone series, Face of the Wolf King. As arbitrary deadlines do wonders for my writing, and so does Avoiding Other Work, I trust that I can play Wolf King off my FTH fanfic commitments like some kind of author-shaped work-avoidant pinball.

KILL ALL THE WEEDS IN MY GARDEN THIS IS WAR. Lovingly put mesh nets on all my apples to gently shoo the moths away. I love moths please stop eating my apples your delightfully terrible wiggle-children got ALL OF THEM last year they are so delicious in pies please go to the neighbors down the street they don’t even PICK theirs.

I love you Linux Mint I'm never going back to the tyranny of Windows

Special thanks this year goes to BlindBeta, who is my awesome sensitivity reader on Blindsiding Badgermoles, and to Fandom Trumps Hate, because last year’s anonymous bidder was awesome and boy does it look like this year will be EVEN MORE AWESOME.

Cheers,

MuffinLance

#state of the muffin report #state of the muffin #atla #avatar the last airbender #fox's tongue and kirin's bone #still in shock over that $500 donation #WHAT #YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO CALL MY BLUFF #NOW I ACTUALLY NEED TO WRITE THAT SO THEY DON'T BAN ME FROM THE AUCTION NEXT YEAR #HOW DARE (/affectionate outrage of shock and awe)

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thelocalmuffin · 11 days ago

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💜Writing Commissions are Open!💜 Hi everyone, I have to go back to freelance writing! All the information is in the graphic below. If you have any questions, feel free to DM me. If you aren't looking for any writing right now, please spread the word.

It would really mean a lot because this is the only way I can bring income in right now. Thanks for your time! Ko-fi

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Graphic is by @irritable-dumpliing

#muffin writes #muffin does commissions #writing commissions #writing commissions open #writing community #writers on tumblr

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illarian-rambling · 3 months ago

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I love giving characters incongruous ass hobbies. You're a hardass career woman with a tragic past and few attachments who chainsmokes your way through breaking into government labs because if you can prove they're holding more radioactive material than registered, you might have a shot at getting scouted for upper management? Alright, you go girl. You spend your free time perfecting how to slow-cook ribs in your backyard grill? Phenomenal, please save me a bite

#Dehlus posting #She also baked her coworker muffins as a pre-emptive apology for dragging him into said break-in #writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs

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charleslelurk · 6 months ago

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If you give a man a baby

Carlos just stares as the fan hands her baby, her eleventh month old, to Lando and steps back with her phone. The baby is wearing a dinosaur onesie, feet tucked away but soft, hair tufty and sparse. Lando stands contrapose, one hip helping support the baby as Lando has him under the arms and around the belly. His big hands covering almost all of the dinosaur pattern as he holds the baby securely.

“Look here, sweetie!” The fan tells her baby, trying to get a picture he will never remember of the time he met two Formula 1 drivers at the Monaco mall. The baby looks at the camera, opens his mouth and makes a joyful noise at his mother, little hands flapping. Carlos watches Lando smile, at the baby and then the camera. Carlos is still staring at Lando, holding the chubby and gleeful baby, when the flash goes off.

“Jeez, Carlos,” Lando murmurs against his lips when Carlos presses him into the wall by the front door. “What got—got you going?”

Carlos just makes a long noise against Lando’s lips and grips his hips as he tilts his head more to lick into Lando’s mouth. Carlos toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he refuses to stop kissing Lando. He realizes what Carlos is doing with his feet and is smiling into the kiss.

“Stop laughing,” Carlos tells him when they break apart. Carlos is already grabbing Lando’s arm to drag him towards the bedroom. When Carlos glances back, Lando is giving him a toothy little smile.

“What was it?” He asks as Carlos pushes through the bedroom door and pulls Lando down onto the bed with him. He comes easily, folding his legs under his hips as he settles over Carlos’s lap. Lando gets the same toothy grin on his face again when he realizes how hard Carlos is in his jeans. He bites his lip and looks at Carlos with a thoughtful expression.

“Was it the sweater I tried on in Acme?” Carlos shakes his head as he gets his fingers under the hem of Lando’s hoodie and peels it off of him, Lando’s curls springing free from the neckline as Carlos tosses it away. Lando’s nipples are pebbling at the cold room and Carlos leans forwards to get his mouth on one. Above him, Lando gasps and buries one hand into Carlos’s hair, holding his face to his chest.

Lando’s voice is tight when he speaks again. “Was it when I pointed out that fucking leather shop?” Carlos makes a negative noise but doesn’t remove his mouth from Lando’s skin. He gently takes the nipple in his teeth and is rewarded by the way Lando’s entire body jumps. “Wasn’t the fucking kink joke?”

Carlos noses his way up to Lando’s neck. When Lando used his hand in Carlos’s hair to pull his face back, Carlos goes easily. They stare at one another a moment, and that’s when Carlos realizes Lando is rocking his hips down into Carlos’s hard cock in gentle, rhythmic little pushes.

Lando knits his brow. “What was it, Carlos?”

He feels like a panting mess, knows he’s looking at Lando with a dark eyes and pink lips and messy hair. He might as well admit it, isn’t keeping it to himself for any real reason.

Carlos swallows hard, throat bobbing. Lando’s eyes snap to it and then back to Carlos’s face.

Carlos moves his hands from Lando’s thighs to his ass, pushing his hips to press harder into Carlos’s.

“The baby,” Carlos says, almost breathlessly. “You holding the baby.”

Lando’s brow knits before smoothing out and cheeky grin pulling his cheeks. “Carlos?”

Carlos makes a noncommittal sound as Lando begins to tease, the evidence of it clear in the tone of his voice.

Lando pushes Carlos down onto the mattress, back flat as his legs still hang off the foot. Lando crawls over Carlos, lines their pelvis’s up and grinds down hard. Lando is clearly hard too, hisses when their bulges press together. “Carlos, do you—ah” Lando cuts himself off as Carlos tightly grips his ass. “Do you want to put a baby in me?”

Carlos groans, and slides a hand up to Lando’s head to bring him down for another bruising kiss. It’s answer enough.

#helllooooo have the brainworms I got from remembering those mouse and moose books exist #the ones that are like if you give a mouse a cookie #and if you give a moose a muffin #Carlando fic #Carlando smut #my fic #Carlando #my writing

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muffinsbasket · 1 month ago

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Silencing the Noise

Sinner & Saint Masterlist

Summary: You were busy looking for Alan Angels but couldn't find him anywhere. You tried making it back to the boys only to find that they had lost, and it didn’t help that one of them was hurt

Warnings: choking - mentions of blood

Word count: 1k

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this for a while and finally got the courage to post it. I haven’t written in a few years so please bare with me as I get back into the grove of things again.

Also if you haven’t seen roseland x please check it out you won’t regret it

The rowdy fans of the Prestige faithful slowly faded into the background as you searched backstage. You’ve been over every inch of the place, pestered everyone you crossed paths with, and couldn’t find him anywhere. The more aimless wandering you did, the stronger that nagging feeling in your gut became.

Where the hell is he?

The search for Alan was unsuccessful. You tried returning to the boys, hoping you would make it back to them in time. Alan would have to go on the back burner until you could find him.

Heading towards the curtains, a group in the passing hallway caught your attention. You thought nothing of it until you saw what all the commotion was about. Everyone huddled around Jaiden and Amira, smiling and posing for pictures. It wasn’t until the glint of silver belts caught your eye that it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You were too late

You found the boys at the back of the building near the fire exit. Judas paced around, his bare feet pitter-pattering against the floor as he muttered. Travis stood with a hand hanging low on his hip, the other rubbing his lip in frustration. His face was painted red from a nasty cut above his left eyebrow. The exhaustion was still evident in their worn-out forms, the aftermath of the match still weighing on them

“373 days.”

“373 days of blood, sweat, and tears gone just like that.” Travis scoffed, shaking his head

“Look what they did to you, man!” Judas yelled, motioning to the crimson streaks that stained Travis’s face

“A year, he’s been running us around like animals. We’re the superstars. It’s us who’s on goddamn television!” Judas’s voice echoed throughout the backstage area, his pacing becoming more erratic

You reached out, stopping Judas in his tracks, his chest heaving as he watched you with wide eyes. He pushed your arm away, throwing himself into your chest. Judas tightened his grip on you, his fingers curling themselves into the soft fabric of your shirt as he nuzzled into you.

You held Judas in your arms, rubbing his back to calm him down. You looked over at Travis, furrowing your brows, eyeing the cut. It wasn’t deep but still big enough to need stitches.

He stared at the ground, lost in his head, replaying the moment as if the outcome would change. You reached out, taking Travis’s face and caressing his cheek with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, looking up at you, eyes full of sadness.

“We’re sorry,” his voice just above a whisper

It broke your heart that they thought they disappointed you by losing the titles. That couldn’t be further from the truth. You were so proud of them for putting everything on the line every time they got in the ring, and tonight was no different

“What happened out there wasn’t your fault. It’s that idiot Angels you need to blame.”

“Where was he?” Judas muffled voice vibrated against your neck

“I don’t know, baby; I couldn’t find him anywhere,” you said softly, kissing the top of his head

“Boys!”

Speak of the devil.

Alan walked up behind Travis, slinging an arm over his shoulder, giving him a congratulatory pat on the chest

“Thanks for the help out there-“

Travis turned, shoving Alan off of him. The sound of Alan’s voice puts Judas on high alert. He left your grasp to stand by his partner’s side. Their anger flooding back at the sight of the champ

“What’s going on?” He asked, confused by the sudden hostility

“Where the hell have you been?” You yelled, eyes narrowing at Alan.

“I looked everywhere for your ass.”

He had a lot of nerve showing his face after he couldn’t be bothered to be there for the boys when they needed him most.

“We were out there getting our asses kicked and you were nowhere to be found!” Travis yelled, stepping closer to him

“I was preparing for my match,” he said as if that justified his absence.

“What else would I have been doing?”

Judas shoved Alan, a startled grunt escaping his lips as he stumbled back.

“Making sure we walked out the same way you did!” He yelled, getting into the man’s personal space

“Guys,” Alan nervously laughed, holding his hands up, trying to alleviate some of the tension

“The Noise still runs Prestiege-“ He said, pointing to his title and trying to reason with the furious men in front of him, but Travis cut him off

“No. You still run Prestiege. Look at my face, Angels!” He yelled, pointing to his crimson-stained features.

“Busted open, and for what?”

Alan leaned in, getting a better look. “Doesn’t look good, man.” He grimaced.

“You really should get that looked at.”

That was the final straw for Judas. He lunged forward, grabbing Alan’s shoulders and pinning him against the wall. The title fell out of his grasp, clanking against the ground

“Just to clarify, we weren’t out there for you. We were out there for TNA and Josh Alexander,” Travis spat, looming over his tag partner’s shoulder

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but Judas tightened his grip on the defenseless man’s shoulders, yanking him off the wall and slamming him into the hard surface for a second time. Alan looked over at you, silently pleading for help, making Judas growl, his attention returning to the short-tempered attack dog before him. You picked up the title, walking over to Alan, holding it up to his face.

“If you want to remain champion, you’ll fix this, or you can kiss your precious title goodbye.”

Alan rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to do?”

Judas let go of Alan’s shoulders, wrapping them around his neck instead. Alan clawed, trying to get the born sinner’s hands off his windpipe

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Travis said, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched his stable mate fight to breathe

“I’ll get you a rematch,” he choked out

“Won’t leave till they make it official.”

You tapped Judas’s stomach, and he reluctanly retracted his hands, taking a few steps back. The three of you watched Alan hunch over in an attempt to fill his lungs with air. You shove the title into his chest as you walk away with the boys.

For his sake, he better keep his word.

#sinner & saint #judas icarus #travis williams #sinner & saint x reader #judas icarus x reader #travis williams x reader #tna x reader #muffin writes

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