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nicksolemnlyswears · 9 months

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DUDDDDE!!

I am in LOVE with your writing. I have been craving some good Han Lue works and you're filling the hole!

Everywhere is extremely lacking in quality Han Lue content bro 😭😭

But any whosies.

I was wondering if it were at all possible to request a Han work from you (from what I've seen you still have requests open so if you don't im sorry)

Specifically something about a reader who's fucking amazing at driving, and has been crushing on Han for a while, and the two decode to race (set in Tokyo) and whoever wins gets the loser to do what they want. Y'know classic setup.

You could choose where this leads to. Idc if we win or loose. All I want is a little bit of fluff sprinkled amongst some smut mayhaps. You could do this in headcannon format btw don't feel obligated to write the whole thing.

I'm just thirsting for any thing I can take 💀🙏🏼

Take your time! <3

pairing: han lue x racer!reader

words: 11.4k

warnings: some cursing and smut (pls wrap it before you tap it) don't judge my smut too much, it's been a while since i've written one

notes: hi anon! thank you for all your sweet, sweet words 🥺 i hope this is somewhere along the lines of what you were thinking of. as soon as i saw your request i was ✨inspired✨ it's been a long time since i've been so hooked by a oneshot. i have worked on it almost everyday since i received it so thank you! i changed the request just a little bit, i hope you don't mind.

trust me i know there is a ridiculous lack in han content! it's the reason i'm here writing over this man! there is not enough content for the speed i consume it, lol. i've read my own headcanons like 10 times already, excluding the times i was working on it.

anyways! might have gotten a little carried away but i enjoyed writing it so much! here you go! enjoy!

i really really hope you like it!!

Tokyo was the city where you learned how to street race. Weaving through the cars on the highway became second nature the harder you pressed the gas pedal. The neon lights turned into blurs as you sped down traffic, whether it was in search of a prize or a thrill.

You were meant to meet Han Lue. His presence became known as soon as he stepped foot in the parking complexes that serve as makeshift race tracks. He quickly became popular with the crowd, especially when he joined DK's crew.

His races were seen as exclusive, known to happen once in a blue moon. He was totally opposite to you. You took the opportunity to race any moment you could. It's what lead you to become a good racer. Practice makes perfect, after all.

'Good racer' is a bit of an understatement. You're one of the best right after DK. There's a debate about whether the second best is you or Han. Each person can take their pick. Many have suggested the idea for the both of you to race, but Han has shot down each and every one. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone. Besides, he hasn't had anything to gain from racing you.

People like to call you 'Angel' because when you started participating in the races, you looked like an absolute angel, but soon after, they discovered you raced like the devil. You fool everyone around you, even with the way you drive. Whenever someone has to go against you, they think they have your strategy down, yet you switch it up every time.

The distinctive revving of your car alerts Han of your presence. He glances to his left, where you've parked right beside him. As you open the door and step out of your car, he opens a bag of chips, depositing one into his mouth.

You walk over to him, leaning against his car like he is. The bare skin of your back arching slightly as it touches the cool metal. "Have I missed anything?"

Han shakes his head cooly, watching his surroundings. He spares you a glance, taking in what you're wearing. A short, shimmery dress with an open back and high heels. Seems like you don't plan on racing tonight. You refuse to race in high heels. You've tried before and failed. You didn't lose, but you did break off both heels.

You feel his eyes trailing over your body, and you don't mind it. You like that you can catch his attention that way. Having a crush on a guy like Han takes work. He has every woman's attention in the racing underground. They often cling to his arms and bat their eyelashes his way, and he has gladly taken a few of them home.

"You done judging my outfit?" You say, looking at him.

"Not judging, admiring," he promptly replies with a small shrug.

That right there is what feeds into your silly little crush. Han isn't afraid of your comments or banter. If you look good, he'll say it. It's the way he says it that irks you, though. He is so nonchalant and aloof like he's commenting on the weather.

It doesn't help that he's never truly made a move on you. He considers you his friend and acts that way (most of the time, at least). You hate every moment because being his friend is the last thing you want.

"I take it you're not gonna race tonight?" He asks, already knowing the answer. He just needed an excuse to talk to you. Digging into his bag of chips, he grabbed another one to pop into his mouth.

"Not unless it's against you," you respond cheekily.

Han chuckles, "Not you too."

"Are you afraid of losing, Han?" You ask him, keeping your eyes on the race about to start. Why else would he avoid racing you?

Han props one arm on the roof of his car, facing you and saying, "If you're into racing, you can't be afraid to lose, Angel."

"Then why don't you spoil me a little and race me?" You hum, turning your head to face him. He's much closer than you anticipated, but you resist the urge to pull back despite the reddening of your cheeks. You want Han to know you like him even if you refuse to say it out loud.

"Maybe one day when I have something to race for," he responds simply, kissing your cheek and turning back to watch the race.

You release a shaky sigh and try to calm your pounding heart. Extending a hand, you dip your fingers into Han's nearly empty bag of chips and steal one for yourself. Han doesn't mind lowering the bag to make it easier for you. There's a smirk on his face as he fully well knows what he did. It's fun to make you flustered.

Han is out on the streets of Tokyo doing business or collecting his money from the greedy hands of wanna be gangsters. It's entertaining, to say the least, although sometimes it gets tedious. It's only fun when they get rowdy and want to intimidate him. They should know better than to judge Han by his calm exterior.

He's walking by the busy streets of Shibuya, the shopping district of Tokyo, minding his business. Han avoids the masses of people until he looks into a store and sees you. You're by the checkout desk, ringing out a client.

Han can't help it; he's drawn to you. Forgetting the wad money he has to collect, he enters the store. The bell on top of it chimes, prompting you to greet the customer in an abnormally cheery tone.

"Hello, welcome to-Han?" You stutter over the greeting, seeing his slightly mocking grin.

Han walks over to you and leans on the counter, there was barely anyone in the store now. Perfect timing. He assesses you and your overly pink clothes, bedazzled name tag, and glossy pink lips. It's unlike you to be so pink. He recalls you telling him you hate the wretched color.

"So this is where you work, Angel," he hums, toying with the trinkets on the checkout counter.

"Not everyone can survive with racing and sketchy side deals," You mutter. One hand on your tilted hip as you shoot him an annoyed look.

If racing made you enough money, you certainly would not be working in a store that makes you wear pink on every single shift. You could get more involved in the sketchy part of racing, but things are alright for now.

"True," Han stifles a laugh. He grabs a lollipop from the big jar filled with sweets for the paying customers and pops it into his mouth.

You extend a hand to throw away the colorful wrapping, and he places it gently on your hand, fingertips grazing your palm. You're not a teenager to be reacting over such minuscule actions, yet you do.

"What are you doing here, Han?" Han adores it when you say his name that way, pretending to be annoyed by his presence when in reality, you love having him around.

"Wanted to visit my favorite girl," he responds aloofly, carefully gauging your reaction. As he expected, your cheeks redden, and you try to hide it.

"Did you know lying makes your nose grow long," you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"Could be useful," Han says cheekily, causing your blush to deepen.

"If you're not going to buy anything, you can't be here," you shoot with a pout.

You weren't prepared to face Han this afternoon. You didn't get to repeat your affirmation as you do every night you encounter him. His constant playfulness throws you off, not giving you the opportunity to compose yourself.

"Oh no, consumerism got its claws on you," he jokes sarcastically. You glare at him and cross your arms over your chest, which only emphasizes the size of your chest. "Fine, help me find a new jacket?"

You round the counter and motion for Han to follow you toward the men's section. Your coworker will have no problem taking over the checkout counter.

You shoot Han question after question in search of the perfect jacket for him: colors, textures, durability, versatility, sizing, and so on. He responds just as quickly, propping an arm up and leaning against a rack of clothes as he watches you storm all over the store in search of the item that screams Han. He had no intentions of buying anything today but seeing how invested you got it leaves him no choice.

"I quite like this one," you beam, standing Han in front of a full-length mirror. You slide off the jacket he's wearing and replace it with the nice black leather jacket you found for him. Dusting him off, you look into the mirror seeing how perfectly it fits his broad shoulders.

"Why do I feel like you're giving me the most expensive one?" Han asks, looking at himself in the mirror.

He had to admit you picked well. He looks great in the black leather jacket. It didn't have too many buckles to make him uncomfortable, and it wasn't too warm either. The material felt nice and luxurious hence his comment.

"You asked for my help," you shrug, "It's not my fault I have expensive taste. Besides, you look hot in it." You wink at Han through the mirror.

Han tries to hide the smile forming on his lips. You were getting bolder and bolder. He knows about your crush on him; you're terrible at hiding it. Truthfully, he's felt the same from the moment he saw you race. You're oblivious, though, so he likes to tease you.

"I'll take it," Han sighs, refusing to look at the price tag. "Might even wear it on a date."

"Oh, you've got a date?" Your smile falters, quickly regretting picking such a nice outfit that makes him look so handsome. You'd definitely put out if a man wore that to a date and was as lovely as Han. All of your hard work just for another girl to enjoy it. If you catch one of Han's little friends wrapped around the jacket...you will burn it.

"Not yet," he says mysteriously, taking off the jacket and returning to the checkout counter. Han has to get going. He does have to collect his money. Especially now that you've convinced him to buy the expensive leather jacket. 'It's an investment,' he tells himself.

"She'll be one lucky girl," you huff, scanning the tag, carefully folding it, and placing it on a bag. "Don't worry, I'll apply the friends and family discount."

You watch Han go through the display window and hope he was just fucking with you on the whole date thing. You can live with your crush and have him as just a friend, but if he gets a girlfriend, you will not be able to manage it. You scold yourself silently for acting like a lovesick teenager. You're better than that. Right?

Taking the party to Han's club after a race is a must, especially after winning six thousand dollars. You won't have to worry about rent for at least six months, which is something to celebrate.

You park next to Han's car, and he waits for you to enter the plain-looking building. People greet him left and right as they go through the door that pours music and lights each time it's opened.

"You sure are popular," you tease him, leisurely walking towards him.

"Comes with the territory," Han responds without missing a beat. "Ready?" He asks, motioning for you to walk ahead of him.

"Always," you chirp. You purposefully accentuate the sway of your hips, giving Han something to look at.

Being a Friday night, the inside is filled to the brim, there isn't any space for more drunken people. Using your short height to your advantage, you easily find a way to the connecting hallway between this part of the club and the more exclusive one.

Han isn't as lucky constantly losing you from his sight. He's conscious that you are a grown woman capable of making your own decisions and caring for yourself, but he'd feel better being with you.

When he catches up to you at a point, he grabs your hips, pressing you against him, preventing you from getting lost again. You look back, startled, expecting to see a stranger rubbing against you. Noticing this, Han quickly calms you, "It's just me, Angel."

'It's just Han,' you repeat to yourself. You grab onto one of his hands, holding onto your hip, taking full advantage of the situation. Having Han wrapped around you feels like being on cloud nine. If this wasn't his club, you'd be going in circles, so he never pulls away.

With Han holding onto you, the way to the 'not-so-secret' hallway takes longer than usual. Not that you're complaining, though! Han's firm grip makes you fall harder for him. It fuels your imagination on how it would feel in other situations.

Han enjoys this position just as much as you do. He can pretend it's a safety thing as he steers you away from the sweaty bodies of drunks dancing, but it's for his selfish gain.

Having your body close to him reminds him of what he's missing and desperately desires. It started as a little innocent game for Han, knowing you had a crush on him, but then it turned into something more. He likes that you have feelings for him and wants it to stay that way. Han wants your attention on him all the time. His games are over; he wants you.

To your surprise, Han doesn't let go of your waist when you enter the hallway. Instead, he slings one arm around it as he walks beside you. "Maybe we should've taken the other entrance," he smirks.

"And miss the show?" You chuckle, finding a couple making out in the deserted hallway. Neither is willing to admit it's not about the show but about Han's proximity.

Unlike all the other times in the past you've partied with Han, he doesn't let go of you for more than two minutes. You dance all night together, just the two of you, no girls coming up to Han and no guys coming up to you. There simply wasn't a window of opportunity.

"You enjoying yourself?" He says in your ear over the loud music. Your back is against his front as your sway and roll your body to the beat. One of his hands is nursing a drink, and the other is right where it should be, on you.

"I won 6k and have a cute guy buying me drinks and dancing with me. What do you think?" You giggle, turning in his arms to face him instead. The drinks stop you from overthinking and let you wrap your arms around his neck. Faces close. You want to kiss him so bad you're not drunk enough, though, and it's not the way you'd like to do it, either.

"Just making sure," he smiles down at you, hand on your lower back.

The night is long, yet with Han, it goes by so fast. Sooner than you'd prefer, he walks you to your car, no longer holding onto your waist but your hand. There are only a few stragglers left behind who refuse to acknowledge the night is over. You and Han are two of them.

Reaching your white and red, modified skyline Han opens the door for you. With one arm propped against the open door and the other extended onto the roof, Han cages you against your car. Before you get in, you turn to face him, finding the bravery to do something you've been thinking about all night.

"Thanks for tonight, Han. I had fun," you say softly, suddenly feeling shy.

"Anytime, Angel," he responds smoothly, brushing his fingers on your naked shoulder. The jacket you wore earlier was discarded somewhere in the bar. An excuse for Han to see you outside the races.

"Well, goodnight." Gathering every particle of bravery, you stand on your toes and peck his lips softly.

It's only a tiny, innocent kiss, yet it makes Han close his eyes. It happens too quickly for his liking. You have been growing bolder, bold enough to kiss him. He needs to step up his game.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, you close your car door and rev the engine. On the drive to your apartment, you squeal in excitement. Fingers ghost over your lips, replaying the small kiss over and over again.

Another chance at a race becomes available only days after your win. Men love to challenge women, especially those who are winning, much like you are.

They hate seeing you be successful, but it doesn't bother you in the least. It's another opportunity to win cash or a car, which you can use for parts and sell what you don't need.

As you roll up to the starting line, Han approaches your window, leaning down to duck his head in.

"Come to give me a good luck kiss?" You speak playfully, lips turned up into a smile.

You two haven't talked about what happened at the club and have continued to act as you usually do. He's been more touchy with you, though, often trying to find a way to be close to you. Being the lovestruck fool you are, you've encouraged it, finding those ways to let him be close.

"We both know you don't need luck. You've got this in the bag, Angel." Han speaks encouragingly, "Tell you what, though. You win, and it's yours."

"Making me earn it, I see," you laugh, shaking your head. "Alright, you've got a deal. See you on the other side."

Han is confident you'll win. With a last reassuring tap on your door, he steps back, finding his place in the crowd.

Your opponent finally drives up to the starting line, sending you an unnecessary nasty look you laugh at. The flag girl stands between the two cars, her dress leaving nothing to the imagination. You respect it. They are a lot more confident than you are in that department.

You are off when the word 'go' falls from her lips. You knew this track by heart, having raced it so many times. You knew exactly when to hit the gas and when to press the brake to get the car to swerve. Han's full attention is on your race, and when your car disappears to another level, he takes the elevator up to the top floor, where the finish line is. Watching you race is interesting. You always come up with ways to confuse your opponents.

With a bag of chips, he anxiously waits for your victory. Regardless of your ability to race and win, your races make him nervous. He cares about you, and so many things can go wrong.

The noisy crowd gets louder as the sound of tires screeching gets closer. In seconds, your car swerves onto the top floor, again marking you as the victor. There's not a scratch or bump in your car. Your opponent arrives shortly after with dents and long scratches in his paint.

The crowd cheers loudly for you, coming up to you to congratulate you and tell you how cool you looked. Your opponent comes up to you and hands you his keys with a scowl. You shrug it off. A deal is a deal.

Winning leaves you on a high, a feeling of invincibility wrapping around you. You've learned to control it because that feeling caused a big loss years ago. You get distracted by the people around you and forget Han's promise. It's funny because it was the only thing running through your head while you raced.

"Good job out there," Han says, catching up to you later in the night once the hype died down.

"Why, thank you!" You chirp, closing the hood of your car and leaning back to sit on it.

"I believe I made a promise," Han mentions, stepping close to you until you're face to face, only a few inches between the two of you. "You did," you nod, biting your lip.

Han notices this, bringing a hand up to cup your face, his thumb tugging your lip loose from the tight hold of your teeth. The other wraps around your waist, pulling you close. You slide on the warm metal of your car, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself as Han settles between your legs.

"I'm a man of my word," he whispers, finally leaning down to press his eager lips against yours. Han is greedy for many things, and your lips are one of them. Ever since that night at the club, he's wanted to smash his lips against yours, to feel you close, taste you.

Your eyes instantly flutter close, fisting Han's shirt in your hand as if afraid he'll pull away too quickly. The kiss starts slowly as you both test the waters, but it soon becomes not enough. Han tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

It's an electric shock that consumes him and doesn't let him go. This is the result of Han holding himself back, and you made it worse when you gave him a taste the other night.

Han slips a hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. You gasp against his lips, arching your back as his cold fingers catch you by surprise. It serves as an opportunity for Han, his tongue pushing past your pouty lips, savoring the moment.

You gave into him, offering everything you have in exchange for this moment. His warmth wraps around you, burning you from the inside out. The need to breathe makes itself present too soon and becomes far more demanding than the need for each other's lips.

Han pulls away, your bottom lip between his teeth. You're breathless, as if you ran a marathon. You feel lightheaded, intoxicated by Han, who continues to peck your lips softly. He might be addicted already. The tips of his fingers draw soothing circles on your lower back, grounding you in the moment.

"So this is what winning feels like," you breathe out, smoothing Han's shirt with your palms. A futile way to hide their shakiness.

Han laughs, pressing his face against your neck and leaving a fleeting kiss behind. "Appears so, Angel."

A perk of being Han's friend is using his garage whenever you want. The days of paying for a spot to fix your car in a stranger's garage are far in the past. At the moment, you've spent the most part of the afternoon upgrading your car. The car you won on your last race sits beside yours with the hood popped open as you switched around pieces. He had quality parts, and his driving still sucked.

Twinkie, Earl, and the others are scattered around the large garage, working on different things and chattering. You had purposefully picked a spot away from them so you wouldn't get distracted. With work, your time is limited.

Han is on the second floor, leaning against the railing and pretending to watch the first floor and what they are doing. In reality, he is watching you closely.

You're bent over the hood of the car, working on unscrewing a tight bolt, cursing at the man who installed it initially. It's a sight straight out of his dreams. Your Nike sweatpants hung low on your hips, framing your ass perfectly. If he focused, he'd see the dimples on your lower back. His mind ran wild at the thought of pressing his thumbs against them while taking you from behind.

It's been a while since he's slept around. He cut himself off when he realized his feelings for you. What was the point of sleeping around if he wouldn't be satisfied? Those girls weren't you. They were temporary relief. Now, his pants tighten at anything you do. It's like he's seventeen again and unable to keep it in his pants.

He followed the curve of your ass to your arched back and the cropped shirt you wore. The matching crew neck sweater you arrived in is discarded in your car due to the heat. The revealing shirt rose with each of your movements, revealing the band of your baby blue bra. You tug on it for the millionth time today, annoyed.

The strands of hair you curled to frame your face stick uncomfortably to your sweaty forehead. You regret not putting them back into the two braids that fell over your shoulders.

Han needed to rip his eyes away from you before the others noticed. He's been staring for too long, fantasizing about everything he could do to you. To Han, you looked even more beautiful than you did that night with your sparkly dress and makeup. A woman who knows her way around a car is instantly a hundred times more attractive in his eyes.

As he accidentally visualizes you taking his cock from that same exact position, car included, you groan and straighten up. "I need help," you whine to no one in particular. The bolt is not budging, no matter how hard you try.

Han snaps out of his fantasy and springs into action, quickly appearing by your side. You've bent over again, wrench in hand, to give it one more try before giving up. He leans beside you, a hand on your lower back for faux support.

"What's the matter, Angel?" He says softly, one hand propping him up as he looks at the machinery under the hood. It's better if he helps you. He can't continue listening to your whines and groans.

"I need to unscrew those," you point at the bolts giving you a hard time.

Han asks for the wrench in your hands, and you place it in his hand, annoyed. You don't need the help of a man to do this, but it's Han, so you'll take it. You watch him as he places the wrench around the bolt, his arm tenses, emphasizing his muscles hidden by the short-sleeved button-up he wore over a white wife-beater tank.

His hair fell around his eyes as he successfully unscrewed the bolts. Feminism died as you lustfully took in Han, biting your lip. 'What a man,' you thought. You would've instantly refused the help if he had been any other guy.

"There you go," Han says, handing you the wrench. When he spares you a glance, he laughs softly. Good to know he has the same effect you have on him.

"Whatever would I do without you," you purr, shooting him a mischievous smile, "You deserve a reward." That's what it has come to, silly excuses to kiss Han because you're just friends. Nothing more.

Han looks at your lips briefly before snapping back to your eyes. You grin at him, leaning closer to kiss him for his 'hard work.' You know that he's been watching you all this time; you saw it from the reflective surface of the toolbox. Seeing his quickness to help you makes you believe he enjoyed the show.

Your lips brush teasingly against his, and just before Han can grab the back of your neck to stop the teasing, a loud bang tears through the room. Both you and Han pull away to see where the sound comes from, but Han bangs his head on the car's hood in the process.

"What the hell was that?" Han yells, rubbing the back of his head. He's annoyed that he's been interrupted.

"Sorry! The motor I was working on fell!" Earl exclaims from the other side of the garage, unaware of the daggers Han is throwing him.

"Best I get back to work," you quietly say with a chuckle, taking the piece you needed out of the car to bring it to yours.

"Yeah," Han says simply, reluctantly leaving to do his own thing.

Each and everyone that's in Han's garage returns to their business after the noisy interruption. Twinkie turns on a radio, blasting music to drown out the silence and clanking of tools. You work without interruption for the next three hours, giving your car all the love it deserves.

You clean your hands free of the motor oil and grease and search for Han. Your work for today was done. Now that you took anything valuable from the car you won, you had to sell it. You figured Han could do that for you.

"Hey, are you busy?" You ask him, seeing him working on a part by his desk.

"Nah, what's up, Angel?" He questions, dropping the screwdriver in his hand to focus all his attention on you.

Leaning on the desk casually, you begin speaking, "After I replace the bumper and give it a new paint job, can you sell that car for me?"

"Shouldn't be a problem," glancing at the car, Han agrees. It's a popular car in the racing world, and as soon as he gets the word out he's selling it, many offers will pop up.

"You're the best, Han!" You beam at him, pushing yourself off the desk to return downstairs.

"Angel, wait," he calls after you. Being your friend has been fun, yet he needs more. You shouldn't have to come up with excuses to kiss him; you should be able to do it freely whenever you want.

"Yes, Han," you ask softly, tilting your head in question.

Standing up from the rolling chair, he approaches you, "Do you want to go on a date?"

A grin sneaks past your lips before you even process what he said. Instantly, you nod your head, "I'd love to." You could combust at that moment. Finally, after months of pining, Han asked you out.

"Let's go," he smiles, grabbing your hand and guiding you to his car.

"Wait, now?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Yes, unless you have something more important," he asks, teasing you.

"Nothing is more important, but I'm a mess," you shake your head hesitantly. You spent your afternoon working on cars, sweating, and getting covered in grease. You didn't think it would be in sweatpants when you pictured going on a date. Not to mention the state of your hair.

"No, you're not. If you must know, you've had me distracted all day," Han whispers the last part in your ear, trying to convince you even if it means giving himself away.

"Am I supposed to apologize?" You question, the corner of your lip curving into a sultry smile. You had been right all along.

"No, just agree to the date. Be spontaneous," Han bounces his eyebrows cutely.

"Let's do it," you sigh, hoping you won't regret it.

"Atta girl," Han smiles victoriously.

Han tries to remember the last time he had a proper date. Even with his ex, they just sort of happened. No date ever officially branded as such. It's why rather than asking you and waiting for the day to arrive, he decided to do it spontaneously. It leaves him no time to be nervous or to overthink things.

You slide your sweatshirt back on on the way out to shield yourself from the chilly Japanese night. Han opens the door to his car for you, shutting the door when you slip in. The drive is short as he takes you to a small family-owned sushi place he swears by.

"I'm surprised you eat more than chips and crackers," you joke with him as the food arrives, and he takes a bite.

"I definitely eat more than that," Han replies nonchalantly, referring to something else entirely. It's something you don't catch despite your dirty mind.

A discussion develops when you discover Han always orders the same thing in the restaurant. He's in Japan. He needs to throw himself into the culture and try new things.

Starting easy, you grab a piece of sushi from your plate, "You need to try this."

"I don't know," Han grimaces as he looks at the sushi held in your chopsticks.

"That's not an answer. Open your mouth," you groan, gently placing the sushi roll in his mouth.

You watch him chew slowly, getting a feel for the new food. "It's good," he agrees, liking whatever you had ordered. It was delicious, actually.

"Better than yours, right?" You ask him, knowingly, pointing your chopsticks at him.

"Yes," he rolls his eyes, refusing to give you the satisfaction.

"Told you," you sing, grabbing both plates and placing them in the middle of the table. Now you could each grab from both and share your meals.

The date goes smoothly. It's a wonder why the two of you hadn't gone to dinner before today. You already know Han is attentive and funny but his wisdom surprises you. He's already lived through so much, more than an average person. Despite being a couple years older than you, he retains his youth. That may be why he appeals to a younger crowd as well.

"What was your life like growing up?" You ask him, taking a drink from your Coke. Han ordered another plate of sushi to share, the one you chose earlier.

"My upbringing wasn't the best," he shrugs, remembering his life in California as a teen. "I was always in trouble."

"Why does something tell me that you were the one causing the trouble," you say, narrowing your eyes.

"I definitely was," he chuckles, "But in the end, it brought me here, and I'm happy."

Han believes in the timing of life. He's been after Tokyo for so long. Before stepping foot in Tokyo, he had to go through the Dominican Republic, Rio, Germany, Shanghai, London, and many more places. It was supposed to happen that way, or he wouldn't have met you.

"I knew it," you sigh dramatically, "I've always been into bad boys."

"What about you, Angel?" He returns the question, curious about your past.

"I grew up in a normal Japanese family. My dad's a mechanic, my mom a nurse, and my sister a pain in the ass. I went to school for engineering and graduated with top honors," you tell him, reminiscing on your not-as-impressive past.

"You say that as if it's easy to graduate with top honors," Han chides you, to which you roll your eyes. "Why work retail? Doesn't engineering make you a lot more money?"

"Don't laugh, okay?" You point at Han. When he agrees not to laugh, you continue, "I wanted to be a Formula 1 racer when I was younger. My dad signed me up to participate in smaller competitions, and I was pretty damn good. My mom was totally against it and forced my dad and me to quit.

Fast forward, I'm in college, and engineering seemed like the way to go. Learned about street racing and figured that could be a way back into my dream. It's a foolish thought. The professionals spend years in proper circuits practicing and competing. No one comes with a background of illegal racing."

Han wasn't expecting that answer. He assumed you hated engineering and did it to appease your parents. He wonders why you thought he would laugh. Your dream is nothing to laugh at. Having witnessed your racing, you undoubtedly had the innate talent. "So retail?" He prompts, realizing you didn't answer the first question.

Snapping your fingers, you say, "Right! I figured I'd always have my degree. I'd rather spend my time having fun now; when the time comes, I'll return to that. I do like it, but I'm not ready to commit to a life of 9 to 5's. I prefer spending my time in the wee hours of the night racing. Since I can't be a Formula 1 racer, I'll be a street racer. Much cooler, anyways."

"That takes guts," Han tells you, "I'm glad you're doing it."

You give him a little shrug and a smile because you were too. Despite your childish dream dying when your mom forced you to quit, you're still happy with your life. Especially if you end up with a guy like Han.

Han, being a gentleman, pays for dinner. Before returning to the car, you stop by a convenience store for dessert. Han follows you buying snacks for himself. In search of something sweet, you find a shelf filled with Pocky. You grab the chocolate-covered ones with a plan in mind.

You and Han sit at a table outside the convenience store. It was getting late, so only a few people were around. You open the packet of Pocky, taking out a chocolate-covered stick.

"Have you ever played the Pocky game?" You ask, taking a bite of the treat.

"No. What is it?" Han looks at you curiously.

"Essentially, you grab one end of the Pocky stick, and I grab the other. We have to eat it, but if one of us pulls away, they lose," you respond simply, hiding the game's purpose.

"That sounds awfully like Lady and the Tramp," Han mentions, catching onto your intentions.

Offering him a stick, you say, "Want to play?"

Han smiles at you and grabs the Pocky stick placing the biscuit end between his teeth. You hold the chocolate-covered end and tap his hand to start. You both take it slow, Han opting to stay still as you near his lips. You tilt your head when you're close to his lips, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss you when only a small piece is left.

You smile into the chocolate-flavored kiss. If you wanted to kiss Han, you could've done it without so many sneaky plans or excuses, but it wouldn't be as fun.

"So, who won?" Han asks when you pull away.

"Does it matter?" You cheekily say, pulling him back in for another kiss.

There's no flaw in your reasoning. Han pulls you close, lifting your legs to lie in his lap. You spend more time than you care to admit making out outside the convenience store.

Han offers to drive you to your apartment since your car needs to be finished. Throughout the drive, his hand is laced with yours in your lap. Small talk flows between you as you continue to learn about each other.

Smoke coming from your apartment building cuts that conversation short. Firefighters stand outside the building, spraying water into the source of the fire. Han steps out of the car with you to ask anyone what is going on.

Noticing the building manager across the street, you approach him. He quickly blurts out all the information he knows. You're one of many of the tenants to approach him. "There's a fire on the sixth floor. We don't know the damage yet. I understand this is your residence, but you need somewhere else to say for the next few days while we asses the damage and inspect the building."

"What am I going to do?" You groan, covering your face with your hands. You worry about where you'll stay and your stuff in your apartment. You have important documents in there.

"You can stay with me," Han offers without a hint of hesitation.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." It's nice of Han to offer you a place to stay, but would it be too much at this stage of their situationship. Last thing you want is to push boundaries.

"You're not imposing. Let me help you," Han insists, grabbing your hand to rub soothing circles in it. It's a given he has feelings for you, but before that, you are his friend, and he's not going to leave you out on the streets or sleeping in your car.

Han offers you calming words on the way to his apartment. Your apartment is on the twelfth floor and the other side of the fire. Chances are that your stuff will probably be fine. Whether the building will close for renovations is another matter entirely.

His apartment is just another level to the building he owns. Its entrance is on a more private side. Inside, it's very clean and organized, a surprise since you expect most guys to be messy. Picture frames and knick knacks are scattered throughout the space, giving you more of a glimpse into Han's life.

It's quiet between the two of you but comfortable. Han is giving you time to process what you saw in your building. He offers you his shower if you'd like, and when you brought up you didn't have any clothes, he searched for a clean t-shirt and sweatpants you could borrow from him.

A shower is just what you need as you let the water cascade down your body. Fire aside, it has been a great day, even before Han asked you on a date. Hope fills your being at the prospect of soon beginning a relationship with Han. So far, everything points out it can happen. There haven't been any red flags or hesitation from him.

You change into the oversized t-shirt Han picked out for you and the spare pair of underwear you always carry in your bag. Smart girls know to carry a spare in case of emergencies. You debate about wearing the sweatpants he left for you but choose against it. The t-shirt covers enough.

You shyly make your way out of the bathroom in search of Han. You find him in the bedroom, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket. "The bed is yours," he mentions, eyes briefly trailing your naked legs.

"Where will you sleep?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. If anyone has to sleep on the couch, it should be you.

"I'll take the couch," he responds, as you expected.

"Han, stop being a gentleman and get in bed with me," you say, taking the pillow from his grasp and placing it back on the top of the bed.

He offers you an 'Are you sure?' look, and you nod confidently. He doesn't need to be told twice. Han steps out of the bedroom for a few minutes and grabs a shower. Taking that time, you get on the bed to get comfortable, it's soft, and you sink into it.

You're snoozing off when he returns to the room. Han carefully peels back the sheets and gets under them. Feeling the bed dip, you turn to the side to face him.

Your sleepy mood makes you cuddle up to him without much thought. The smell of his soap invades your senses. Han naturally accepts it, throwing an arm around your waist and hugging you closer, legs intertwined. He kisses the top of your head, finding comfort in the position.

Thankful doesn't begin to cover how you feel. There's this overwhelming sense of security that comes with Han. There is something about him that makes you trust him. Deep down, you know he wouldn't intentionally hurt you.

"How are you feeling?" Han checks up on you before you fall asleep.

"I'm okay. I hope none of my things got damaged," you mumble into his chest, pressing a kiss into it afterward. "Thank you for everything, Han. Your help with the car, the date, letting me invade your bed," you finish with a soft laugh.

"Anytime, Angel," he responds truthfully. If he can help you in any way, he will. Sleep consumes both quickly after, and it becomes the best night you've both had in a while.

The following day you're the first to wake. Han's arms are around your waist, and you feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. He's warm, and you just want to sink into it even more. Your need to pee pries you out of his embrace, though.

As carefully as possible, you slip out of his loose grasp and head to the bathroom. Han had picked out a toothbrush for you the night before, which you're thankful for. Shuffling out of the bathroom, you cook breakfast for Han as a 'thank you' for his hospitality.

You pick the ingredients you need from his fridge, careful not to make too much noise. Your progress is slower than you prefer as you get used to the kitchen layout and localize everything you might need.

Soon enough, you drop pancake batter into the pan, and while that cooks, you scramble eggs with veggies. Since it's his kitchen, you assume he'll like what you make. It's his ingredients, after all.

Just after finishing the last batch of pancakes, you hear the patter of Han's feet entering the kitchen. You turn to glance at him quickly and greet him, "Good morning! I made you breakfast, sit!"

"You didn't have to do that," Han says, coming up behind you. He traps you between his body and the stove as if having you close last night wasn't enough.

"Yes, I did! You let me stay here, borrow clothes, sleep in your bed," you flip the pancakes as you count all the nice things he's done in less than 24 hours.

Humming, unconvinced, Han kisses your cheek and thanks you. It sends a tingle between your legs as his voice is raspy and deep from sleep. Your cheeks flare up, betraying you as always.

Han follows your orders and sits by the kitchen table, waiting till you're done to begin eating. With that time in his hands, he observes you. You're wearing the t-shirt he loaned you, which swallowed your frame. Each time you flipped a pancake, it rose slightly to reveal the light green fabric of your panties. Han soaked the sight in and wondered if this was what waited for him in the near future.

His eyes continue trailing down to your thick thighs. He wouldn't mind being trapped between them. Lower and lower, his gaze went from your pretty legs to your varnished toes. Back up, it went as you turned off the stove and approached the table. You weren't wearing a bra under the t-shirt, as your nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Han's glad he didn't notice these things last night, or he wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink. Spreading his legs, he tried to hide the hard-on he was sporting. None the wiser, you sit on the empty chair near him and tell him to eat up.

Shooing the dirty thoughts from his mind, Han thanks you one more time and digs in. It's a lovely morning, with light chatter bouncing between you. Han praises your cooking every chance he gets and even finishes the pancakes you left over but not before drenching them in more syrup. When both of you are done, you clear the plates and place them in the sink to wash.

"Angel, come 'ere," Han calls from behind you.

Mindlessly you walk over to him, wondering what he wants. Han grabs your waist, pulling you to his lap. "Han, what are you doing? I have to do the dishes!" You squeal, holding onto him, afraid he'd let you fall.

"No, you don't," he speaks softly, one hand cupping your cheek.

"I don't?" you prompt, leaning into his touch.

"Let me properly thank you," he offers, lips chasing yours. Han can't contain himself any longer. You've done a number on him, strutting around his kitchen in your underwear. He wants you. He needs you.

You lean into the kiss as you always do, pouring everything you have into it. Tasting the coffee on his tongue, you bring your hand around the back of his neck, softly tugging the long strands of hair. Han groans into the kiss, having missed that sensation.

Repositioning yourself, you straddle Han in the rickety kitchen chair. You feel his hands all over your body, trailing down your back to grasp your ass in his palms. Every so often, you'd resurface to breathe but dip down again and again to continue kissing him.

Han feels himself harden as you rub your center against him deliciously. It's clear as day you want him just as much as he wants you.

"Want to spoil me and fuck me?" You breathe heavily, kissing Han's neck.

"So bold," Han chuckles, his hands wandering under the t-shirt to feel your warm skin, his nails faintly scratching your back, sending shivers down your spine. "Six months ago, you would've been too scared to ask me that."

Six months ago, you would've been too scared to kiss him on the cheek, but you've come a long way. As time passes, you realize your feelings are not one-sided because Han means every word he speaks to you despite his taunting nature. Each and every complement is honest.

"I got tired of waiting around for you," you bite back, nipping his neck and sucking a pretty bruise on it.

Han hisses at the momentary sting, "I thought I was just a friend?"

You laugh sarcastically, picking your head up to stare at him, "I don't let friends kiss me or grope my ass."

"What does that make me then?" Han raises an eyebrow, cheekily squeezing your ass as a smirk forms on his lips.

"Special," you shrug, lips pouty and swollen.

"Because?" He wants to hear you say that you feel something for him. It's a last hurrah on giving you a hard time for fun.

You realize it's time to be honest and come out with it. You stopped hiding your feelings a while ago. Hell, you even asked Han to fuck you. All that's left is to admit your feeling out loud. "Because I have feelings for you, Han Lue," you whisper, brushing the hair that threatens to fall over his eyes.

"That's all you had to say," Han murmurs, catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

The heat rises with each passing moment. Your feelings have now come to a boil and bubbled over. Han picks you up easily and sits you on the kitchen table. He leaves his touch on your naked back to trace the outside of your thighs. It's time to give you precisely what you asked for and what he has been fantasizing about for far too long.

Grabbing the elastic band of your panties, Han slides them down the curve of your ass and your thighs until they are off. He throws them somewhere in the room, the information unimportant for now.

"Han, please," you whine, spreading your legs wider and giving him access to your most private part. You beg between kisses to feel his touch where you need it most.

"So impatient, Angel." Han jabs lightly as his right-hand touches the inside of your thigh. The pads of his fingers brush over your thighs repeatedly, nearing the apex more and more with each stroke.

You gasp as he finally dips a finger into your folds, gathering the slick that formed to spread it around your bundle of nerves. You gasp, breaking the kiss and throwing your head back.

Han sucks on your neck and collarbones as you moan into the air. Slipping a finger into your tight walls, he groans, thinking about how they'll feel around his hard cock.

"Fuck, Han, feels so good," you sigh when Han adds another digit into your soaking core and presses on your clit with his thumb.

"I didn't realize I made you this wet," he says into your neck as you grind your hips into his hand. You must've been wanting this for as long as he has.

"Liar," you respond, staring at him with hooded eyes. The nights you've touched yourself while thinking about him are many. The real thing is a million times better.

Han watches you intently, catching every little reaction you have to his touch. The moans and whines echo through the room and are music to his ears. Without a doubt, there's a wet patch in his boxers as his tip leaks precum from the erotic sight in front of him.

Your walls clenching around him alert him you're close, and promptly after you make it known as you beg him not to stop, except he doesn't listen and stops just as you're about to cum.

"Why did you stop?" You complain, eyes wide in desperate need.

"Want you to cum on my tongue," he responds, stealing a quick kiss before he kneels on the floor. Wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, he scoots you closer to the edge.

His words shoot another current down your legs, no doubt making more of a mess. You wait with bated breath as Han kisses the inside of your thighs, making eye contact with you as he delves into your pussy.

He licks up from your hole up to your clit. You grasp his hair with one hand, pulling the t-shirt up with the other to better look at him going down on you. Your eyes roll involuntarily when Han wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. His long fingers find your opening once more, sliding in effortlessly.

You try to maintain eye contact with Han through it all. If his hair fell on his eyes, you'd quickly brush it back, not wanting to miss his lustful gaze. It spurred Han on to see you crumbling over him, biting your lip as you tried to hide the pretty cries that wanted to fall from your lips.

Han stops licking your clit and slows his thrusting fingers each time you near your orgasm. Time and time again, he repeats this when you're near the edge. Only when your arousal coats his hand he keeps his pace, and as you whine out, 'gonna cum, don't stop,' he slips his tongue into your pussy, tasting your cum directly from the source.

He makes a great example of what his nose can do as it brushes over your clit while he tongue fucks you. You trap Han between your legs as your pussy clenches, your orgasm coming in waves. As you relax back onto the kitchen table, Han continues to lick your puffy center, being careful with your sensitive nub.

When he stands, you fist his t-shirt, smashing your lips together, tasting your essence. "Let's take this to the bedroom," Han pants. You nod eagerly and squeal when he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You leave a trail of kisses on his neck as he makes his way to the bedroom. Once there, you both fall on the bed, Han hovering over you. He tugs on your t-shirt, "As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, this has to come off."

Without the shirt, he can admire your naked body. A lone finger slides down from your neck to your sternum. It slides to your side near the curve of your left breast, where a small sakura flower is tattooed.

"This is my new favorite thing about you," Han softly says, noticing you staring at him.

The tattoo was an impulsive thing to do. You had wanted a tattoo for years but never knew what to get. After your last breakup two years ago, you got the little flower instead of getting bangs and dying your hair. It has no real meaning to you. It's just a cute flower.

"You're the first to see it since I got it done," you tell him, a laugh bubbling from your lips as his touch on your ribs tickles.

"And I hope it stays that way," he responds. It's an unspoken promise. He wants you all to himself for the foreseeable future.

His finger continues the trajectory down your tummy, lightly going over your belly button before it traces over your mound and dips to touch your clit.

You gasp at the surge of pleasure as your clit remains sensitive from his previous actions. "Gotta say it's not fair that I'm the only one naked," you moan when Han continues to circle your nub.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Han incites you to see what you'll do.

Any remaining shyness you had is long gone as lust replaces it. You kneel in front of Han, who leans back to watch you. Your chest is close to his face, so when you lean closer to grab the hem of his shirt, he sucks one of your nipples.

"Han," you whine, arching your back," "Stop distracting me."

Ignoring his mouth on you, you grab his shirt and pull it off. Successfully making him stop his attack on your breasts. You peck his lips and kiss down his jaw.

You take your time kissing his toned chest and stomach. You wish to memorize every part of him. "You're so handsome, Han," you purr, glancing up at him.

Those simple words that spilled from your mouth made his heart flutter. Han is used to being the one to dish out compliments and praise the women he's with. To have you say that is like a breath of fresh air, and he can't wait to have more.

"Fuck, Angel," he groans, grasping your chin. You kiss his palm with a smile that's equally angelic and devilish.

You want to peel two more layers off Han's body and decide to do it all at once. Grasping the band of his pants and boxers, you slowly pull them down, building anticipation.

His cock springs out of its confines, landing on Han's abdomen. You don't hide your curious gaze as you take in his cock. It's so big it makes you bite your lip in anticipation. The tip is a dark pink as it drips with precum.

After you remove his pants entirely, you grasp his cock, feeling the warmth and weight of it. Han breathes out through his nose, a futile attempt to keep his cool. A string of saliva drips from your lips, coating his hard length. Each stroke you made caused a bead of pre to spill from him.

You take it as an invitation to taste him, wrapping your lips around his head your tongue licks the beads of white.

Han does the impossible not to push your head down to take all of him. The thought is present, though. You've barely teased him compared to how he teased you, but Han can no longer resist.

"I need you," Han groans, calling out your name, not the nickname you've been donned for the past three years.

You don't take it for granted. Hearing your name sends you into overdrive. Han pulls you up to kiss you and lies you down on the top of the bed. He comfortably gets between your legs that hug his waist to bring him closer. His cock brushes your wet pussy, and you both hiss at the sensation. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of having Han fill you entirely.

"You ready, Angel?" Han asks you. One arm holding him up and the other wrapped around your thigh, giving you a comforting squeeze. Time stops ticking at that moment. It's just you and Han wrapped in each other.

"I've been ready for the past month, Han. Fuck me, please," you plead quietly, your fingertips running up and down his back.

"Just because you said, please." Han lines his cock up to your entrance and pushes past your lips into your warm center. Relief floods through the both of you, but it soon dissipates, and it's replaced by waves of unfiltered lust.

Han starts fucking into you deep, at the perfect pace. Your eyes involuntarily close as you feel Han's cock stretching you open and filling you like never before. Han kisses your temple and releases sexy moans into your ear with words of encouragement.

'Such a tight pussy just for me.'

'Taking me so good, Angel.'

'Can't get enough of you.'

You echo his words, encouraging him to keep fucking you. Your nails dig into his back as you try to hold on to anything, and your heels dig into his lower back. The closeness between you is intoxicating, your scents mixing and becoming one, his hair ticking your face, his warm skin heating up yours.

Han slows the pace momentarily, leaning back on his knees to see your pretty cunt taking his cock. He wants to commit to memory how your pussy spreads to make way for his cock, a white ring on the base of his cock, and how your little clit is exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

The other girls he's slept with only got part of his attention and dedication. He didn't mean to make a huge impression. He only did his job, often choosing to lie back and let them do as they pleased with him.

With you, it's different. He wants to give you his all and leave a great impression. He'll do all the work; you can just take it if that's what you want. That's the difference between you and the other girls. He lived to spoil you.

Meanwhile, you fall apart under him, moaning incoherent phrases he can barely make out. He loves hearing them, though. You reach for Han's hand as he increases his pace and grips it tightly.

Han slips his cock out of you, wanting to make his fantasy a reality. You shudder at the empty feeling and whine, "No, don't stop."

"Come on, Angel. Get on your knees," Han coo's at you, kissing your pouty lips. "Promise you'll cum soon."

Han positions you on your knees, your back arched as your tits rub against the bed sheets. You huff through it all, desperate to have him pounding into you again. He smacks your ass when you wiggle it to get him to do what you want.

Han enters you in one smooth motion, this position amplifying your pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside of you more directly.

"Han!" You cry out, fisting the sheets underneath you.

"I'm right here, Angel," Han breathes, snapping his hips rhythmically.

Just as he visualized, he grabs your hips in his large hands and digs his thumbs into the dimples on your back. With a tight hold, he thrusts into you unrelentingly, and you push back onto him just as eagerly. Your cries are muffled by the pillow you're hugging to your face.

Your pussy swallows him with each thrust, even as it clenches to prepare for orgasm. He can't hold back any longer as his balls clench with each faltering thrust, and your walls squeeze him tighter than ever.

" 'm cumming," you squeal, your legs tense up and shake. Your walls contract and release in a rhythmic motion that sends Han over the edge, your name on the tip of his tongue.

Han pulls out of you, helping you get back onto a comfortable position, and lies beside you, catching his breath. He turns to look at you, and you do the same. You can't hold his gaze long as you furiously blush.

Han laughs, grabbing your hand to lace your fingers together. "You can't get shy now!"

"I can't control it!" You exclaim, hiding your face with the same pillow as earlier.

The rest of the day is spent in bed. Han ignores his daily responsibilities and stays in, getting lost in your touch and making promises he hopes to keep.

One Year and a Half Later...

You drive up to the empty parking complex. It's similar to the one you spend your nights on. Driving up the floors, you find Han where he told you he'd be. He leans against the familiar orange car, a bag of chips in his hands. A nice lather jacket covers his arms, making you smile when you remember how he got it in the first place.

"Hey, you wanted to meet me here?" You question, getting out of your car.

Approaching him, you kiss his salty lips and wait for an explanation regarding the random meet-up spot. In the entire year and a half of you dating, he's never asked you such a weird request.

"You feeling up to race?" Han asks you, holding your hand in his.

It's been years since the two of you met, and for the same amount of time, people have been pining you two to race. He denied every request, including the ones you threw every once in a while.

"It's about time," you exclaim, excitement filling your body. "What's at stake?"

There is something up Han's sleeve. You know that much. There is something he wants from you if he suddenly wants to race you. He could just ask. You'll give him everything he desires. You play along, though.

"Winner gets the other's car," he offers, pushing himself off the car to wrap his arms around you to hug you, his thumb soothingly brushing over the spot where your tattoo is. He last saw you when you left for your new engineering job early in the morning.

"You're willing to sacrifice your car?" You chuckle, implying you are going to win.

"It's only fair," he shrugs, kissing your cheek.

With one last peck, he lets you go and gets in his car. You follow his lead, lining up your car to the imaginary starting line. Han sets up a timer, and once it went off, both cars lurched forward at high speeds.

You focus on the race, forgetting it's Han you're competing with. You've been dying to go against him for so long, desperate to find out who was the better racer between the two.

As expected, Han makes it hard for you. The race is neck and neck as you drift up the floors of the building. Whenever Han takes the lead, you find a way to get ahead. You see the end near, and Han threatens to surpass you, but with one last boost, you keep your position, winning the race.

You leap out of your car, feeling the high of the race. No one has kept you on your toes for so long. It's a satisfying win. Han walks out of his car more calmly, smiling, happy to see you celebrate. It didn't matter to him that you were better. You deserved it.

"I can't believe I won," you exclaim, jumping into his arms as he spins you around.

"I can, and I'm so proud," Han says, kissing all over your face.

The race's prize is forgotten as you celebrate, but Han reminds you by handing you his keys, "A deal is a deal." You take the keys from him as a mere formality. You're not taking Han's precious car. Racing him is enough for you.

The weight of the keys is strange to you. They tend to be much heavier. Opening your palm to inspect them, you see that his keychains and spare keys are missing. In their place is a diamond ring.

"Han, what-" you stutter, whipping up to look at him.

"My car is yours. I figured I could be yours too. Will you marry me?" Han takes the keys from you, getting down on one knee and removing the ring from the holder.

From all the possible scenarios you had in mind from this clandestine meeting, Han's proposal was not one of them. Nevertheless, you have your answer instantly.

"Yes," you nod, choking back a sob.

Han grabs your hand and slides the ring onto your fourth finger. It's a perfect fit, just like Han. You drop down in front of Han, ignoring the dirty floor, to kiss and hug him.

Han kisses away your tears, a smile permanently etched on his face. He never thought he'd see the day he would settle down, but this past year has been near perfection with you, and he doesn't see himself with anyone else.

"Did you let me win to set this up?" You ask him later that night. His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you lie on his chest.

"No," he answers simply, kissing your head.

"You let me win," you then say assertively.

"No, I did not, Angel," he answers again, hiding his smile in your hair.

"I don't believe you. We have to race again," you tell him, lifting your head to glance at him.

"I don't have a reason to. I've got everything I want right here. Take the win, Angel," Han tells you sweetly, his fingers playing with your ring.

"For now," you huff, settling back down and cuddling up to him.

Fin.

thank you for reading! i didn't mean for it to be this long although i'm sure you guys are not complaining!

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We’ll Get There

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Ari has to confront you after finding his ✨toy drawer✨ disarranged.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is over 21), inexperienced!Reader, dildos, vibrators, fingering, maybe a tiny bit of humiliation, 18+/minors dni

Word count: ~2,000

a/n: First full Ari fic alert 🫣

PART TWO

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“Come in!” His muffled voice comes from the other side of the door after only a few knocks. He was watching the time and knew you'd arrive early; you always do.

“Hi, Mr. Levinson,” you smile politely, kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag of clothes to the floor.

“Please,” he chuckles. “This has to be your fiftieth time house sitting for me. You can call me Ari.”

You laugh a little at that. It's really only been a few times, your dad volunteering you each time, knowing you could use the little bit of money he always pays when he gets back. But either way, you make a mental note to use his first name.

Watching as he goes back and forth to bring his luggage out of his bedroom, you'd be lying if you said you weren't staring at him – The large strides his long legs allow him to take, his biceps bulging against his tight t-shirt as he lifts the heavy bags, long strands of hair falling in front of his face. He's a vision, but certainly one you should be snapping yourself out of.

“I have a bit before I have to leave actually…” He does it for you, quickly getting your attention. “There's something I want to go over with you quickly, if that's okay.”

“Oh, yeah, okay,” you nod, finally moving away from his door.

You figure there must be something different with his locks, or maybe there's an appliance not working. He passes his kitchen and another door though, and you realize he's leading you toward his bedroom.

You're not an idiot – Memories from your past stay flash before your eyes, hoping, praying, he didn't notice anything off after you left.

“Now, I don't want to accuse you of anything,” he begins. You freeze in his doorway as he walks toward the side of his bed, but will yourself to look calm. “Because I'm very thankful you're able to help me out so much. But when I got back last time, it seemed like you had used my room…”

“I– yeah,” you blurt out, trying to come up with an explanation instead of flat out denying it. “The TV in here is better than the one in the guest room.”

“Gotcha,” he laughs. He drops his face forward before looking back up at you, looking relieved. “So I'm not crazy. I can always tell when something’s out of place. That's okay though, I think this bed is more comfortable too, to be honest.”

“It is.” You play along, glad he bought it. Or so you think.

“With that said…” You take in a breath as he goes on. “Imagine my surprise though when I opened up my nightstand drawer and noticed things out of place there as well.”

“N-no,” you stammer immediately, mouth turning dry as you struggle to come up with a quick lie this time. “I didn't use them, I just–” You go silent, realizing you basically admitted to it already by knowing what's even in the drawer.

“Aw, really?” His voice comes out a tone you've never heard from him before–almost mocking–as his eyes narrow on you, trying his best to bite back his smirk when you become restless under his gaze. “Because I've had the image of you fucking yourself with my toys on my bed stuck in my head since I noticed.”

Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter. But why does his confession have your legs feeling weak? “I, uh…”

As he steps closer to you, his voice softens again. “I've jerked off thinking about it.”

You don't have to cave and admit you weren’t in here because of the TV. He knows the truth when you can't contain yourself, being the one to take the last step closer to close the gap between your bodies, pressing your lips against his.

Your conscience doesn't catch up with you until you feel his hands hesitantly rest on your hips. Quickly pulling away, your eyes snap open realizing you've finally failed to repress your feelings for him. “Sorry–”

“No,” he shakes his head, pulling you back against him so he can kiss you again. “Don’t be.”

As his lips move desperately against yours, it becomes more heated in no time. Your arms leave your side to grasp onto his shirt as his hold on you tightens. He carefully walks backward with you toward the bed, turning so he can sit you down. Neither of you want to break away, a quiet sigh coming from you as he interrupts your make out to return to his toy drawer.

“If you're using these, I want to make sure you're at least using them right while I'm gone,” he breathes out, catching his breath the same way you are as you watch him shuffle through the contents of the drawer.

Your heart races seeing him grab the flesh-colored dildo and a bottle of lube in his hand.

He catches the look on your face when he turns back toward you, bending down to give you another soft kiss in an attempt to ease your nerves.

“Let’s start with something simple,” he offers, handing you the toy. “Show me what you've been up to when I'm not here.”

Feeling the weight of the toy in your hand, you slowly let out a breath and hand it back to him for just a second so you can shimmy out of your shorts and underwear.

He offers to help with the lube as you lay back and you nod your head, telling him to drip some on your bare pussy. The cold liquid sends a chill through you and he chuckles putting the bottle back in the drawer.

Reaching down, you use the tip of the silicone dick to rub the gel along your slit. You gulp pressing against your entrance, knowing it's not as simple as he says. You remember this one being too big.

Not wanting to admit that though, you push on the base of the toy, whimpering as it stretches you open.

“Attagirl.” He pats your knee, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. “Keep going.”

After a couple moments of continuing to work yourself up with just the tip, you thrust it deeper. Your head falls back, a pleasurable sting pulling a moan from you. The toy continues to fill you up as you pull it out and thrust it back in a few times, but you're nowhere near taking it all.

“Don't be shy,” Ari teases, placing his hand over yours at the base. “You can do better than that.”

He situates himself so he can comfortably move his hand along with yours as you fuck yourself. Batting your eyelashes up at him though, you slowly pull your hand out from under his, silently asking him to take over. Maybe he can make it fit.

He gives you a warning look – You're supposed to be learning how to use them. He already knows.

“Please, Ari.”

He lets out a scoff of disbelief, toward himself for giving in. How can he say no when he has you sprawled out on his bed like this though? Something right out of the daydreams he's been having.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he says, watching you squirm as he’s met with resistance trying to thrust the toy deeper. “You use this one last time?”

“Tried to,” you whine, trying to close your legs together but his free hand stops them. “It’s too big.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” he chuckles. “Then you'd never be able to take me.”

“Y-you?” Your eyes go wide. He's bigger than this?

“Don't worry,” he winks, making one last effort to fuck you deeper, still gently though so as not to actually hurt you. “We’ll work up to that.”

Unsuccessful, he stills his hand, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. “I thought this would do, but maybe we need to start with something even smaller.”

You whine something incoherent and pathetically reach out for him as he pulls the dildo out of you and stands up.

He rummages through the drawer again, this time choosing a small bullet vibrator. You almost let out a sigh of relief before stopping yourself.

“Come here.” He waves you to sit up and scoot toward him as he sits at the head of the bed, spreading his legs to make room for you between them.

You easily obey, moving so your back is against his chest. The erection you've given him is hard to miss as he presses against your lower back and heat rushes to your cheeks. You're thankful he can't see your face right now.

His hands guide your legs apart, hooking them over his own. Keeping one hand on your thigh to rub soothing circles with his thumb, the other picks up the vibrator and sets it to the lowest setting.

As he holds it to your clit, you let out a breath, fully relaxing back against him, effectively melting under the pleasure.

“Gotta stretch you out a bit, okay?” He whispers, dropping his face to your neck to place soft kisses against your sensitive skin. “I'll start with one finger and go from there.”

“O-kay,” your voice breaks, feeling his middle finger plunge into your cunt. His fingers are a lot bigger than your own, having a hard time believing it's only one filling you up right now. “Fuck.”

“Is this better?”

“Yes,” you cry out, grasping onto his thighs to keep yourself in place. “So good.”

He can't help but laugh, his breath warm against your neck. “Take the vibrator then. It's your turn.”

You panic and grab onto his forearm, thinking that means he's going to stop touching you all together.

“Relax,” he whispers in your ear. “My fingers aren't going anywhere. You gotta use the toys yourself though.”

Replacing his hand with yours, you keep the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit as he adds another finger to the mix.

Feeling the second one stretch you open, you can't imagine taking anything more. “So big,” you murmur.

“My fingers?” He chuckles. “We have a lot of work to do, princess.”

He can tell you're close when your legs begin to tremble and your fingers begin desperately moving the vibrator around your clit. Your hips thrust forward trying to get Ari to fuck you harder, push you over the edge.

“Gonna cum already? From just two?” He tsks, wrapping his arm around you to still your hips. “They're not even knuckle deep, baby. This little cunt of yours wants more though, I can tell. We'll get there.”

Desperate for release, you take it upon yourself to increase the setting of the vibrator. Your head falls back against his shoulder as a moan gets caught in your throat.

His sped up movements fill the room with the obscene sounds of your arousal coating his fingers.

“For now, cum for me.” His voice right in your ear is almost lost on you, nearly drowned out by your quickened breaths and anticipation. “Cum all over my fingers and that little toy.”

You choke out his name as you cum, back arching off of him as you writhe against the strong arm he still has around you. You have to pull the vibrator away when his fingers don't stop, fucking you all the way through your high before he lets up.

His arm loosens, his hand moving underneath your sweatshirt to rub calmingly against your stomach as you work on steadying your breath.

“Did so well,” he cooes, pressing a few kisses to your shoulder, cheek, and temple. It's all meant to be a distraction while he gently pulls his fingers out of you, prompting a small whine from you anyway.

With his hand out of the way, you slowly bring your legs back together, a little sore from the position you were in, and turn to the side to wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You mastered the bullet,” he jokes, earning a small laugh from you. You nestle your face closer against him out of embarrassment. “You think by the time I get back in two weeks we'll be able to use the other one again?”

“I'll try,” you mumble against him. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” His hand rubbing your back pauses only so he can hug you tighter for a few more minutes before he really has to leave. “I want updates while I'm gone.”

“Yes, sir.”

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highwehyrat · 5 months

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Your first time with Katsuki Bakugo.

It's one am, I'm sleepy as shit, I'm supposed to be up by eight tomorrow but I'm also horny and have this shit running through my head. Enjoy my ✨rat-lettes✨

It's also his first time. Took place at your apartment after he came over one night after work. He was tired, mentally and physically and all he needed to end his week was his solace.

He came in through a window you had left open, didn't even bother alerting you that he was coming over

You're peacefully sat in your blankets giggling at your phone when all of a sudden you hear movement in your house. You immediately get up oversized shirt draping over your important parts.

You gingerly walk through the corridor of your house with scissors in your hands. You feel your bonnet swiftly being snatched off your head from behind you. You let out a blood curdling scream, fall to your knees and plead mercy for your life.

The all too familiar voice of your boyfriend graces your ears, causing you to snap your head back and pause your sniffles. You lock eyes with his red irises, the uninterested look he gave you while wearing your bonnet caused pure anger to bubble within you.

Without saying a word to him you left and went back to your room to tuck yourself inside your blankets. Realising that he may have over done it, Katsuki tailed along while spewing chains of sorrys and tips on how it's important to close your windows late at night.

You refused to budge. You were understandably upset. He opted to situate himself beside you in your blankets. The next five minutes were him trying to negotiate forgiveness. With no avail, he chose to negotiate with buying you your favourite snacks first thing tomorrow morning before you woke up.

One thing led to another and you found yourself sharing a bowl of fruit with your boyfriend while watching a dating show.

"He is soo not serious. What do you mean she's a gold digger? How in the world do you date a slay queen(baddie) and then expect her not to ask you for money for her routinely maintenance?"

"Broke people shit"

As the night grew darker, the bed grew comfier, the cuddles grew more intimate and the conversations grew deeper. Inevitably hands began to wonder, alongside the imagination. Most of it was foggy cause of how tired and lust stricken the both of you were in that moment.

But you're sure you'll never forget the feeling of your first Katsuki-driven orgasm, how the last orgasm of the night left you feeling like you had been exorcised of a spirit you had no idea dwelled within you, how he repeatedly cussed as he fought off early release, how he lightly teased you for being needy as if hes own body language was not clearly deceiving him, how tears brimmed his eyes at his first release, how he exhibited symptoms of eagerness to learn and solve your body like it was a labyrinth placed before him.

How it burned when his thick cock entered you, how it drove you nuts when his cock twitched for you each time he pulled out, how his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as he figured out the perfect angle he'd be in you deepest. How extollations of his name spilled from your mouth as his skillful digits worked on your clit.

You'll most definitely not forget how worried he looked after you were done and he noticed the blood on his cock. He spiralled on and on about how he didn't mean to hurt you and repeatedly asking you if you're okay. You did your best to explain to him that he just happened to be quite endowed which resulted in you stretching a little over your elastic limit. He did calm down but it took him a little while to do so. He "made it up to you" through top tier cuddles and plenty snacks the next morning.

#he's just standing in your bathroom bloody dick looking you straight in the eye while you're tryna hold your laughter and keep standing.#definitly freaked our when you stumbled s bit on your way back to bed.#katsuki is a big baby #bnha bakugou #mha headcanons #bakugo #katsuki #mha x y/n #bnha fanfiction #bnha headcanons #bnha #mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou headcanons #almost becomes your gyna just to check if you're really okay and wht you're saying is true.#bnha headcannons

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2-dsimp · 8 months

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Popular choice✨

—> [Stay with the Party]

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Current time: 5:35pm

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Congrats!

You’ve made progress on the trek towards the red ones hideout by choosing to stay however one of your chances to reassure Childe has been thwarted!

Resulting in your primary mission to be recalibrated on focusing on keeping the peace between your party members and reaching the red ones hideout first!

Completion: An item, skill set level up!, Razor’s Ally rank up!, and Side missions

Failure:???

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——————————/—/————————————Karate club leader! Childe is slightly bummed out by your rejection but has seen reason due to the situation at hand. However he is now feeling skeptical of the closeness between Razor and Discipline committee member! Heizou. Watching them interact has given him a bad feeling in his gut alerting him that in some way he’s being threatened. His destructive impulses are slowly about the brewing.

Current Affection lvl: 90 {-5}

Envy 5/50% < -15> // Insanity 20/50% < +5 >

Trust lvl: 40/100 (+-0)

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POTENTIAL DANGER FLAGS

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⛔️REMINDER⛔️Your main priority as of right now is to Keep the peace between your party members and reach the Red ones hide out first! The goal of finding the other 4 admirers who’ve spotted you with Occult club leader! Chongyun has been put on hold until you reassure your first target Karate club leader Childe! However, The time is still ticking…

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ You are going at the same pace as Sports club Leader! Gorou & Delinquent gang Leader! Itto!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ Discipline committee member! Heizou has successfully acquired a minimal amount of incriminating information from Karate club member! Razor the longer they’re uninterrupted the more dirt that’s being gathered for the down fall Karate club leader! Childe…

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☣️ IMMEDIATE ACTION REQUIRED☣️

Karate club leader! Childe is showing worrying signs of deviant behavior as he stares at both Razor and discipline committee member! Heizou with wild eyes looking as if he’s about to make a move to go towards them. You must keep the peace in the party lest discourse sets you all off course. What’s the best course of action?

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Objective: choose your priority

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[Go along with Childe] {Make him stay behind}

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helpful inquiries ✨

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hey-august · 2 months

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Congrats on 250!! 💜✨

If I'm doing this prompt thing right, I'd love to see Lost for Reader with #10 for the quote 🥰🥰

AAAHHhhhh, thank YOU. 🩷🩷 AND congrats to you on your 600 follower milestone!!! So so well deserved! 🎉🎉🎉

Prompts: Lost, "I’m full of surprises." Teaser: "Buggy kept an eye on you throughout the night, watching as your nerves dissolved into curiosity and bloomed into pure enjoyment." Warnings: SFW. Not an established relationship. Word count: ~1.6k

A/N: Sooo, I originally thought this was going to go a different route, but I decided to go in another direction entirely. Hope y'all enjoy!! (Making an assumption and tagging @rorywritesjunk and @ane5e, since you both liked the bottle prompt story.)

Check out my 250 Follower Prompt Event and see fulfilled prompts here.

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Buggy traveled across the sparse field with a stride that matched the long beams of sunlight on the ground. The honking cries from seagulls were overwhelming - a loud and abrasive juxtaposition to the calm scenery. Nearby waves dragged along the beach, pushing and pulling small rocks and seashells with each ebb and flow. But the pirate’s real destination was the tall structure ahead.

The seagull’s calls alerted you to a visitor before you heard footsteps grinding against the rocks leading to your front door. There was a moment of hesitation before a sharp rap against wood.

Visitors were rare. Nearby residents usually left you alone. Truthfully, they avoided you. Having lived on your own from a slightly younger age than most, most people chose to overlook your premature misfortune. The most kindness you were offered was the lighthouse you resided in. The structure had been decommissioned long ago and remained uninhabited until you moved in.

Another series of knocks at the door pulled you from the overthinking that held you still. Giving into curiosity, you opened the door. A tall mass of color stood on your threshold. The stranger brought a gloved hand to his painted face and cleared his throat, before introducing himself. Multiple times. He stumbled and restarted his debut a few times, failing to pick between “captain” and “clown,” before finally settling on a singular name with a dejected sigh.

“The name’s Buggy.”

You stayed silent, taking in everything he did and didn’t say. The briney scent of the sea clung to his striped top and his long blue ponytail hung with waves that rivaled the ocean. In the middle of his painted face was a round, red nose that moved slightly when he spoke. You saw a resemblance with posters that didn’t quite do him justice. Following his genuine introduction, you shared your name.

“So, Buggy, are you lost or is there something I can help you with?”

The pirate ignored the increased beating in his chest when you said his name. Adrenaline was already coursing through his veins at the prospect of finding the right lighthouse.

“D’you recognize these?” He pulled out a few bits of paper from a pants pocket and held them out.

You did, even without touching them. To be certain, you took the items from Buggy, who seemed reluctant to let them go. Unfolding the letters, you skimmed the creased paper and relived words you wrote months and weeks ago. Words written by someone you still were, with feelings you couldn’t drown in the sea.

Buggy bounced lightly on his feet, waiting for your response. When you finally nodded, he could feel the tension in his body let loose. He breathed into the relaxation and leaned back on his heels.

“I knew it! I finally found you,” he sighed, more to himself than to you.

“It’s not like I was lost,” you muttered. Although you were still focused on the letters, you saw Buggy shrug in the edge of your vision. “Where did you get these? How do you have so many?”

“Oho, I’m full of surprises,” Buggy said boastfully. He held out a hand, wanting the letters back. He could have them.

“That’s a very unsatisfying answer, you know.” A grin cracked on your face at his responding wink.

This guy was definitely a clown. And surprisingly charming. Maybe that came with being captain.

“I’ve seen you on bounty posters. Is it true that your ship is like a circus?” A lack of visitors left you with a craving for connections and conversations, which often exploded without segues.

Buggy was bemused by your question, but glad he didn’t have to broach the subject on his own. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” With a wave of his gloved hand, Buggy produced another slip of paper out thin air.

He handed you the prop - a hand-written admission ticket to the circus. The ship was docked nearby and there would be a show later tonight. The loops and swirling flourishes in each letter seemed familiar to you, calling to you in a voice that you wanted to listen to. You thanked Buggy for the invitation, avoiding any promises, and bid him farewell.

Once alone, you walked over to the window above the kitchen sink and pulled down a blue bottle which had a scrap of striped fabric wrapped around the neck. Spreading out the paper stored in the bottle, you compared the writing to the circus ticket you just received. Both moved with the same enticing dance of spirals and ink.

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Evening arrived and you came with low expectations about the circus - not because you thought it would be a poor show, but because you had never seen anything similar before. Your hesitant excitement was unshackled the moment Buggy stepped into the bright spotlight and addressed the full crowd with contagious fervor.

The next few hours were full of life, color, and performances you could have only dreamed of. Acrobats waltzing, flying, and fighting overhead. Fire eaters and cyr wheels. Baton twirling and contortionists. A knife throwing battle between the ringmaster and a unicycler had you sitting on the edge of your seat, enthralled. A giant lion roaring and leaping across the ring pushed you to the back of your seat with respectful excitement.

Buggy kept an eye on you throughout the night, watching as your nerves dissolved into curiosity and bloomed into pure enjoyment. The colored lights reflected in your eyes as they followed each act. Your applause filled his chest. He could pick out your laughter in the crowded sea. Although, your cheering is the reason he nearly nicked Cabaji during their faux fight.

A lifetime passed in the few hours spent at the circus. Eventually, the lights brightened and brought reality back with them. The warm energy began to dissipate with the crowd. Feeling vulnerable without that blanket, you looked around, unsure if you were searching for a threat or something else. An inviting swatch of colors caught your attention and you made your way to the edge of the ring.

Buggy noticed you walking over and finished up the orders he was discussing with a crewmate. You mimed clapping as you got closer, to which he rolled a hand with a flashy flourish and bowed deeply. Straightening back up, the pirate flashed a large smile that matched the one beaming on your face.

“Where’d ya get this?” Buggy asked, tugging at a bit of striped fabric wrapped around your wrist.

“Mmm, I’m full of surprises,” you teased. The crafted accessory matched the bandana peeking under the captain’s hat.

“Wow, using my words against me!” He pressed a hand against his chest in faux shock.

You laughed at the dramatics, feeling an edge of remorse harden in your chest. This was fun. The evening had been nice, but tomorrow will be a different day.

“Thanks for inviting me, Buggy. I’ve never seen something like this. You really inspire your crew to put on a great show.”

Both you and Buggy blushed at the overflowing compliments. There was more you wanted to say, but you didn’t have the right words ready. Buggy, who had heard those praises before, liked how they sounded coming from you.

“Colorful and full of life, huh? You know, none of them felt like they belonged anywhere until they joined us.” The pirate tried to keep his tone lighthearted, afraid of weighing it down with his eagerness.

You nodded quietly as he told you about the crew and life on the sea, looking around as the celebration of a successful night started to bubble up. Raucous singing as trash was cleaned up, high fives while sets were taken down, hugs and slaps on the back as they packed up. It was like another show, a peek behind the curtains, and you were entranced. Buggy’s voice faded away as you watched, losing yourself in this world.

“Hey…this is for you. If you’re interested.” The pirate held out a piece of paper, another handmade admission. “We’re leaving tomorrow night. I know it’s short notice, but…” he trailed off, not sure exactly what he wanted to say. If he wanted to admit it would be nice for you to join, that he thinks this is what you’ve been looking for, how he liked meeting you, how your smile makes him feel nervous and sweaty.

“Thanks. I’ll think about it,” you said quietly, accepting the ticket to travel on his ship. Leaving your life behind is something you imagined, but daydreams are filled with different choices than reality for a reason.

Still though, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table the next morning, staring at your reflection in a cup of tea. Maybe Buggy was right - maybe you were lost. Was this really where you were meant to be? Is this who you were meant to be? What were you searching for when you stared into the horizon?

Clinging to one thought in your head, you grabbed an empty bottle and started penning another letter. One that would be hard to write. You wrote about yourself. What made you, you. You wrote about what brought you to the lighthouse and your life by the sea. The repairs the lighthouse needed. You wrote about how the seagulls come by in the morning, looking for food. How the beach needed to be cleaned after big storms. Where to drag driftwood so it didn’t interfere with the crab holes. In the corner of the paper, you drew a little pirate ship.

Your hand shook with each line of ink and you couldn’t fight the tears that fell from your cheeks and onto the goodbye letter.

The sun had crossed the highest point in the sky by the time you were completely finished. More than once you thought you were done and moved on to other activities before being pulled back to the table with words that demanded to be written. This was the longest letter you had written and you weren’t sure the pages would actually fit in the bottle.

You decided to lay the stack of paper on the table and placed the empty bottle on top to keep them weighed down. You closed the front door without another glance back and set off to the docks, ready for a new adventure.

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anashins · 1 year

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hi there! happy new year (even though it’s already 1 week in haha) I was hoping I could make a request for a jealous pouty bf! jaehyun when you say you have a girls night instead of going out with him on his off day and it just leads to smut hehe you do your magic 😍✨

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Jaehyun doesn't quite understand the term "girls' night out" and tries to delay your departure only for a few minutes.

A/N: I work through these mostly chronically, so HNY to you too (with a delay), anon! I hope you like it 💖

“Do I have to repeat it?” You stood in front of your boyfriend, hands on hips. “Look at you, a man. And now look at me, a woman. One of us does not belong to a ‘girls’ night out’, and - spoiler alert - it’s not me.”

Jaehyun groaned in frustration and rolled around on your bed while you were sitting in front of your dressing table, finishing your makeup. You were already running late because he had decided to surprise you since his remaining schedules got canceled for today. Sadly, your boyfriend hadn’t expected you to have been spontaneously invited out with your friend group.

“Even if I wear a wig and a dress?”

“Even if you wear a wig and a dress.”

He groaned again and you rolled your eyes with a slight smile on your face, watching Jaehyun’s reflection in the mirror as he braced his arms against the mattress and met your gaze, his bottom lip coming forward in a pout. “But it’s my first evening off in two weeks!”

“I know. And I promise, when we’re finished at god knows what hour, I will come over to your place, alright?”

“But I might be asleep by then.”

“Then I’ll wake you up.”

“Hm,” he grumbled.

You put the makeup brush back in the stack, stowed the eyeshadow palettes and powders before giving yourself one last look to check whether you were satisfied with the outcome. Then, you spun around on your chair to face Jaehyun. “I’m really sorry. I’ll make up for it another time, right?” You paused. “What?”

“When do you have to go?” His face had suddenly darkened and you wondered what had caused the sudden downfall of his already moody attitude.

“Actually…” You looked at your phone. “Now.”

“No.” Your boyfriend got up and approached you, fingers on his belt, and before you realized what he was even doing, he had already undone the button of his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you wanted to know, stepping backwards until your hips hit the dressing table.

“I have the perfect solution for our problem.” Jaehyun grinned, grabbing you by your waist and placing you on the table’s surface before he bent down and started kissing the side of your neck. “We’re just going to antedate what I’ve planned for later.”

“But…” You swallowed, torn between going right now and letting him continue seducing you. When he reached the swell of your breasts that were especially toned today because of your dress’ deep neckline, it dawned on you that they had most likely been the reason for his sudden change in attitude. “I’m already running late.”

When Jaehyun hooked his fingers into the straps and slowly slid them down, exposing your entire chest, you decided that your friends could wait only a little longer and helped him out of his own shirt.

“No bra today?”

“Didn’t go with the dress,” you confirmed. “And it would be easier for you to take off later.”

“I like the way you act so presciently.”

“I think a few minutes of delay is fine,” you muttered into Jaehyun’s ear, feeling his palms trailing up your naked thighs and disappearing under your dress.

“I’ll do it fast,” he promised with a snicker, searching for the waistline of your panties with the tip of his fingers before sliding them along your legs until they dropped to your feet like his own jeans and boxers. “Fast, but right.”

Jaehyun pressed his palms into your back and reclined your upper body before he dedicated his tongue to your nipples that were sitting high and sturdy on the top of your ruffled dress as though only having waited for an invite. He licked over your peaks in alternation before he started sucking on them, causing you to prop up your arms against the table and let out a loud moan.

With his hips, he forced your thighs wider open only to see that you were already welcoming him with your wetness. Thus, it only took Jaehyun a single, long push until he was all sheathed inside of you. Before he started to thrust though, and he wouldn’t begin slowly as you assumed, you detached your hands from the surface and slung them around your boyfriend’s neck for better support.

He took this moment to look you lovingly in the eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, silently apologizing for ruining the mood earlier in the same breath.

You accepted his apology when he started with slow, shallow thrusts, his lips still on yours. You forgot what he had been even moody about when he dropped his head to your shoulder and started picking up his pace. In the end, you even lost interest in the girl’s night out when the dressing table began to shake and rattle as he was forcefully thrusting into you, knocking stacks of brushes over the edge that then spread all over the ground.

Jaehyun’s fingers were clutching onto the table so hard, his knuckles turned white when he came with a groan, only slightly biting into your shoulder, but still hard enough for you to have to explain the marks to your friends later.

Throwing your head back while cumming yourself, you started to actually regret too that you were spending tonight out with your girls and weren’t able to do this again and again. But it gave a good enough reason to come home only much earlier.

With shaky legs, you descended from the table with your boyfriend’s support who was smirking confidently after inspecting your state.

“Shut up,” you playfully urged. “I already told myself that I’m gonna leave earlier than intended.”

“Good.”

Jaehyun helped you fix your outfit by sliding up your straps, tugging down the dress and checking your hair before you took your bag and moved to the door.

“Wait!” Jehyun called out before you left. “Didn’t you forget something?”

You tilted your head. “I already gave you a goodbye kiss.”

“Well, I didn’t mean that. But I mean…” He held a scrap of fabric up between his fingers. “This.”

It was your panties.

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I have food for the showtime fans! Of which I am one myself and I just couldn’t resist-

Full fic! ~ (Slight angst,fluff) (Showtime!🎩✨❤️)

Contented ~

Pomni awoke in a panic, sitting up as she heaved out sobs. This alerted the attention of Caine, the Ringleader and caretaker of the digital circus, without a second glance he had simply appeared in pomni’s room, eyes scanning her upset figure.

“Pomni? What’s wrong, my dear?” He floated closer to her, his hand reaching up to rest on her cheek, which Pomni reacted to with more crying. It became hard for her to string together a sentence, her words coming out jumbled and broken.

“I-I’m sorry- I-I don’t w-want you to see me like this-“

She tried to gently push him away, but he remained fixated on her, thinking of anything he could do to ease her sadness. He took her face in his hands, leaning her forehead against his upper set of teeth. He let out a sigh, his gaze piercing hers with nothing but love and affection.

“Ah, it seems like you’ve had another nightmare, don’t worry, I’ll stay in here with you for a while! Okay?”

He gave her a reassuring look, noticing how her gaze softened at his words. He couldn’t help but blush, she was so cute, even crying, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“…Okay.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her tears slowly but surely stopping in their tracks. “Could we…”

“Hm? What would you like? I am here to provide!” He exclaimed, excited at the thought of being able to spend more time with his little jester.

“Could we cuddle..?” His heart skipped a beat, he wasn’t even sure how that was possible, seeing that he was an AI. With an ever growing grin, he swooped her up into his arms, sprawling out on her bed with her wrapped around him.

“Comfy?” He chimed into the silence of the room, his hands now wrapped around her waist. She nodded, nuzzling up to him like a little kitten. Oh my god, this girl would be the death of him.

She let out a relaxed sigh, beginning to pepper kisses along his jawline. He fully embraced this, drawing her closer to him in a tight hug as she left kiss after kiss on his face.

He chucked at the lips attacking his face, nuzzling his face against her face in an attempt to kiss her back. It was a bit awkward trying to kiss her with just teeth for a face, but she was smiling anyway, obviously enjoying the attention.

After a while of them just lying together in bed, enjoying each other’s company, Pomni began to doze off in his arms, a smile returning to his face as she cuddled up to him sleepily.

“It seems my work is done, perhaps I should go..” He whispered, leaning in to awkwardly kiss her forehead. But apparently, she wasn’t going to let him leave that easily. She tightened her grip around him, as if he couldn’t just teleport away from her right now if he wanted to, but…he didn’t want to. He was truly drawn to her, enamored even.

“Ah- Alright..” He decided to stay, gently patting her head as she conked back out, drooling on his arm as she slept. Others would find it sort of gross, but he found it cute, just watching her sleep for a while as he does not feel the need to sleep. He felt contented in that moment, he had no idea what he had done to deserve this, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

|Should I upload the second part for yall?

#showtime #caine x pomni #caine #pomni x caine #pomni #tadc #the amazing digital circus #I’m so normal about them 😊

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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the man in black | knj

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: smut, pwp | strangers-to-??? ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni | ✨ word count: 1.2k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit (yes, that’s a warning), language, kissing, marking, fingering, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), spitting, soft dom!joon, creampie ✨ a/n: good god--this man has us all in a chokehold and ofc i had to write about him. this is dedicated to nat, and i also wrote a back story for this too lmfao, maybe i'll post it another time. and this is un-beta'd, so i apologize if it succkksssss lol.

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“Namjoon–” you whimpered as he strung kisses along your neck, then across your collarbone. His lips hovered above the top of your chest, teasing you. Your core was wet and aching for any kind of friction.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked in a low, husky voice, now squeezing your breast with his large hand, earning a moan from you.

You’d only met the man a few hours ago at the bar, but here you were - locked in the bathroom, panties on the ground, legs spread as Namjoon was slotted between them, calling you pet names, practically throwing all femininity out the door for this gorgeous man.

His silly little dance number with his friends and outfit had the whole bar in a chokehold, but none more than you.

You lulled your head, gasping for air when he tugged the top of your dress down along with your bra, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his warm tongue sloppy as he flicked and lapped at the pebbled flesh.

“We…we should hurry,” you urged him, hands wobbly, struggling to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter. You imagined the line outside of the bathroom to be filled with grumpy people waiting for the two of you, wondering what the hell was going on inside.

Namjoon groaned at your suggestion. He wanted to take his time with you - learn about your wants and needs, but this probably wasn’t the time to do that. He pulled away, raving over you with darkened eyes. Holding out his hand, he helped you down, then swiftly turned you to face the mirror. One hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, and the other kneading your cheek underneath your dress.

“I want you to watch yourself as I destroy this pretty pussy, ‘kay?” he stated, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, making you shudder from the softness of his lips.

Shit, that line was enough to make you come right then and there.

He stepped to the side, and you watched him undo his belt, the buckle softly clinking against the brown leather strap. He continued unfastening the button and unzipping his pants. God–he was doing everything painstakingly too slow for your liking, so you pushed your ass towards him.

“Be patient, hmm?”

Your heart skipped a beat when a sudden knock on the door alerts the pair of you that you were taking too long. Panic builds in your chest, and adrenaline pumps throughout your veins, but there is no way you were leaving this bathroom without being pumped full of his cum.

“They can wait all night if they have to,” you said, surprising him with your sudden courage.

Namjoon chuckled, spitting on his hand and then sliding his fingers into your slit, which was already soaking wet. “Guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?”

You mewled, breath hitched in your throat at the loss of his fingers. Insufferable, you were. Your body already aching and throbbing for more of him. He’d surely be the death of you.

He pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance, coating himself with your arousal. “Ready, baby?”

Before you could respond, he pushed in with one quick thrust. “Fuck–you’re so big,” you panted, falling forward, your hand caught the sink’s faucet.

Namjoon’s chest was flushed against your back, his hand trailing across your stomach, between your breasts to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Eyes. Forward.”

You nod at his command. The stretch from his girth was enough to make you dizzy, but you didn’t want to refuse his request. To be honest, you’ve never had someone make you watch yourself in the mirror, so it was a bit strange and thrilling at the same time. More than anything, you wanted to watch Namjoon come undone from fucking you.

Briefly catching his gaze in the mirror, he almost pulled out entirely, leaving his tip in your cunt, before bucking back into you. Your eyes briefly closed, then fluttered open, catching your twisted expression in the mirror as he continued snapping his hips against your ass, over and over. Every time he pushed back in, he coaxed a moan from you.

He hissed when he felt you clench around him. He could never last long when he went raw, and it was stupid of him to do so because he barely knew you, but like always, his dick always clouded his judgment.

“Namjoon–please, don’t stop. Just like that,” you cried out.

His large hands gripped your waist, thrusting repeatedly into you as hard as he could. His cock disappearing into your pussy was the best view he could ever have–a view he needed to make sure he’d get to see again.

“Shit–baby, you’re so tight. You gonna come for me?”

As much as he loved the view of your ass, he wanted to see you shatter and unravel because of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching your expression twist and turn into pleasure. With every thrust, he elicited a whimper, causing your legs to become shaky, trying your best to hold yourself up.

“Unngh–Na–Nam–Joo” you struggled to get anything out except curses. His pace began to speed up, desperate and frantic for you to reach your climax. The coiling tension in the pit of your stomach building ever since he dragged you into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror, mascara running, hair out of place, mouth agape as Namjoon fucked himself into you.

His pants and groans were like electricity running throughout your body. You wanted to hear more from him—wanted to hear how good your pussy was making him feel. You began rutting yourself back into him, causing loud smacks reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. If the people waiting outside didn’t know what was happening before, they definitely knew what was happening now.

“Fuck–Namjoon–I’m gonna come,” you whined, bringing your fingers to rub circles on your clit, making your climax even more intense. Your legs now shake uncontrollably as the tension within you snaps, your walls fluttering around his cock, struggling to bite back moans as Namjoon fucked you through your orgasm. You’d only caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you came down from your high.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon grinned, showing off that dangerous dimple that caught your eye in the first place. He continued thrusting, now chasing his own climax. His muscles tightened every time he went deeper. Your slickness dripped down his length and down to his balls, causing lewd noises to fill the air. You straightened slightly, reaching back, gently pulling on the dark locks, tangling your fingers in his hair. Namjoon grunted, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, hips jerking sloppily as he came undone, spilling his cum into your pussy.

The two of you huffed and chuckled, catching each other’s gaze in the mirror–both fucked out and partially embarrassed at having to face the mass line of people waiting for the bathroom.

Namjoon pulled out, waddling over to grab toilet paper to clean the two of you up. Handing you a small roll, you wiped yourself as best you could before you went searching for your underwear, which was probably not a good idea to put back on, considering they were on the bathroom floor.

He tucked himself back in his underwear and pants, zipping himself up, his dimpled smile on display as he watched you pull your dress back down. He beelined towards you, his index finger gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So when can I see you again?”

✨ next ~ part two

#namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts x reader #bts x you #fic: the man in black #namjoon #kim namjoon

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captain-mj · 9 months

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I’ve never done this before so don’t be mean to me I’ll cry. but could we have some more of the small switch au? ✨Pretty please✨

Don’t worry friend! I got you!! Previous part here

CW: Drug use, suicidal junk

Soap should be doing dozens of things right now. Relaxing. Sleeping. Enjoying his leave.

Instead he was… watching Ghost. Definitely not stalking. Stalking made it sound creepy and this was not creepy.

He hoped.

As far as Price knew, Soap spent his leave in Glasgow and Ghost spent his leave in Manchester. The latter was true. Made evident by Ghost currently smiling at an older woman he had put together was his mom. They were at a coffeeshop and they looked… domestic.

She fussed over him. That was clear. The new scar on his arm from shrapnel was a big part of her concern. She kept going back to it and grabbing his hands like he’d disappear on her.

Ghost smiled and reassured her so she’d relax again. They were so soft. So…. Viscerally human. Soap wondered if he had ever looked like that. He couldn’t remember.

She said something. Whatever it was, it broke the atmosphere so violently Soap felt the tension across the room.

He stood up, those doe eyes filled with the frustration that came from repeat arguments.

Soap clearly saw his mouth as he said. “I don’t want to see him.”

She had the same doe eyes. Big and bright. Lovely. He couldn't read her lips as easily. Not used to watching her speak the way he watched Ghost.

Ghost shook his head and walked away from her. His soft hoodie and jeans looked nice. Black jeans and a grey hoodie. Both hugging him just right.

Soap had an opportunity to just move on. He could leave and no one would know.

But Ghost was right there and he wanted answers. So Soap followed. He trailed at a considerably distance so that Ghost wouldn't pick up on him. Ghost seemed to float. Nice and easy. Sweet and ripe for the picking.

He turned his head, beautiful blond waves moving around. His smile could've provided warmth for a small country.

Soap wondered if he ran his tongue along his skin, if he'd taste as sweet as he looked.

Maybe.

Simon went to a flat nearby and he got dressed. For some reason, despite everything Soap knew about Ghost, he left his curtains open. It meant he got a good look at Ghost's back.

That's when it hit him that maybe he went a little too far with this whole thing. He was staring at him like a fucking creep. Obsessing over answers that he'd kill anyone for trying to get out of him.

Soap rubbed his face, wearing a thin ski mask and eyeshadow. He needed to just accept defeat and go home to pretend he wasn't here harassing his team mate.

Ghost stepped out again and Soap went on high alert, quickly noticing how he was dressed.

Nevermind. He'd follow that man to the end's of the earth.

A crop top. The fucker had a black crop top on and tight fucking pants. Soap felt indecent looking at him. His blood started rushing south and he realized how long it had been since he had gotten laid.

Before Roba, so maybe 4 years? Jesus Christ.

Ghost kept walking and Soap trailed, in a trance. He imagined his mouth on those arms of his and goddamn.

Ghost went into a club and Soap waited a few minutes before going in.

There was a band playing. The lead singer had skull makeup on and the guitarist and drummer were wearing masks. Soap didn't find himself liking the music all that much, a little too angry and loud. But Ghost was here somewhere.

Soap got a Scotch and took a drink of it, reluctantly pulling his mask up to do so. He put his drink down and watched everyone, trying to pick out his tall target from the bodies pressing against each other. It started to overwhelm him.

How long had he been there? He checked the time and saw almost an hour had passed. So much time was slipping by. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find him.

Too many people. He leaned against the bar and started to breath as deeply as he could. Desperation for air filled his lungs.

Arms appeared on either side of him but before he could flip out and start fighting, his hands were pinned.

If Soap had leaned back, his head would've touched Simon's stomach.

Too close.

"Learned from last time." Simon said in his ear, pressed right against his back. His voice had a small slur to it. "Just focus on me."

Johnny hated being touched. He hated it so much. But Simon was so warm. His breathing was so steady that Johnny found himself copying it. Slowly, he started to calm down.

Simon's tattoos were so pretty around him. "There you are. Knew you were watching me. Almost thought you were fake."

Johnny kept breathing slowly. "You knew?"

"Yep. Didn't expect you to follow me here. You liked watching me and mom drink tea?"

Johnny felt himself flush and start to panic. Simon put his arms around him and led him outside, his height being used as an advantage. He led him outside and put Soap against the wall, hand next to his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Price couldn't reach you."

Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Talked to me twenty minutes ago." He was pale. Very pale. Lips a pretty pink. Something was wrong here, but Johnny couldn't be sure.

Soap didn't have an excuse for himself. He looked away and gritted his teeth.

"Were you worried about me, Johnny?"

Soap refused to answer.

"Take the way out, sir. Otherwise, I have to assume it was a lot more dastardly, the reason you followed me out here tonight." Ghost grinned at him. "I have to assume you wanted to see me."

Soap blushed. He could feel the heat in his cheeks. Ghost realized and swallowed.

"You did want to see me."

Soap glared. "You have secrets."

"What?" Ghost looked taken back.

Soap nodded. "There's something off about you. You have a past. Something you don't want to talk about."

Ghost paused and then slowly tilted his head. Blank. Dark. He stepped forward and Soap refused to back down. "You have a blackhole in your fucking file. I've seen it. Nothing there but black fucking lines. You're a fucking asshole for expecting me to spill my guts when you won't. You want the truth, Johnny? My dad was a prick."

Oh.

Soap winced and stared up at him, guilt filling him. "I..."

"He'd bring home animals. Beat me to hell. Brought me hunting just to put a gun right here." He tapped his temple. "There you go. My mysterious scars are from a childhood I'd like to forget. Of course you bring this up fucking today."

"That's the guy you wanted your mom wanted you to see?"

Simon scoffed. "You're... God, you're an asshole." He swayed and grabbed Soap for balance, putting his head on his shoulder. "You could've just asked."

Soap winced at regained contact. "You solid?"

Simon yanked away from him and threw up in the dumpster, shaking like a leaf. "No."

"Listen, lightweight. You really need to slow down." He grabbed his hair immediately to hold it back. Soap pretended not to notice the half dissolved pills in all the bourbon. Didn't look like anything prescribed.

"Fuck you." Ghost didn't seem nearly as menacing as he did a minute ago. He was right back to wet kitten mode.

Soap sighed. "Let me take you home."

Ghost shook his head. Miserable. Hair still held by Soap's gloved hands. "I'm fine to walk home."

"No, you're not. You're gagging and shaking. I'll walk you home."

"My place is a mess." Ghost tried to fight him but it didn't work well. It was half assed and he just flopped against him after a moment, breathing in deeply. "Johnny..."

Soap smiled. "I know your address."

"Course you do."

Soap walked him home and put him in bed. The place was spotless. More than spotless. The only evidence it was lived in was a few cups in the sink.

Ghost finally seemed to throw up everything and he just collapsed into bed.

"You eaten?" Soap asked. "Haven't seen you eat all day."

Ghost shook his head.

Soap nodded and looked around the flat. He found some crackers for him to eat but Ghost looked reluctant.

"Come on. Eat up."

Simon grumbled but ate the crackers. He laid back in the bed and relaxed. Innocent. A little lamb. His eyes slowly closed, eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Soap felt even more criminal than he already did. Ghost was younger. Youngest person to join the SAS at 24. His sergeant. And here he was, being a horrible creep.

"Sleep on my couch."

"Why?"

"It's hours until Glasgow. Plus, I might die in my sleep and I would want you to find me." Ghost opened his eyes to look at him. "You came at just the right time."

Soap felt sick. He didn't sleep. Now, instead of looking at him for his own selfish needs, he watched him in case he asphyxiated or overdosed. Every twitch was possible convulsions.

What the hell did Ghost mean by he came at the right time?

Simon woke up in a semi high haze. He groaned and stretched, realizing he was still in all of his clothes. He started undressing himself to take a shower.

Soap cleared his throat. Very clearly in his doorway.

Ghost wasn't shy about his body so he kept undressing. "You're here."

"Stayed all night. Didn't want you to choke to death on your own vomit."

Ghost grunted and pulled off his pants.

"Or try to finish the job. Were you doing that shit on purpose? Hoping I'd find your dead body?"

"No. I don't know. I feel like the guy who stalked me doesn't have much of a moral high ground."

Soap scoffed and glared into him.

"I wasn't trying to kill myself. You don't have to look at me like that. I was just... trying to lose myself for a bit. Stupidly, I assumed you'd leave. Should've realized you're like a blood hound."

Soap shook his head and looked away. He wore a different mask so Ghost could see his mohawk.

"Your hair is cool."

Soap quickly turned back around. "What?"

"I said it's cool."

"Thanks."

Ghost smiled awkwardly and left the room. "help yourself to whatever."

Soap nodded. "Nothing but tea here."

"Try some. Might like it."

Soap tried making tea but it was super bitter. He almost gagged when he drank it and he set it to the side.

Ghost came out of the shower. Wearing nothing but boxers.

What the hell.

He grabbed Soap's abandoned cup of tea and looked into it.

"What did you do to it?"

"I just steeped it?"

"How hot did you make the water?"

"I just boiled it and dropped a couple of tea bags into it."

"A couple??" Ghost looked confused. "How much were you trying to make?"

"A cup?"

Ghost sighed and started to fix a kettle. How domestic. His large back on display.

Soap felt both overdressed and horribly naked. Ghost could probably see everything going on in his brain.

He gave him a mug that looked so much lighter than the one he made.

"Sip it. See if it needs sugar."

It was warm. Filled up his chest. "It's fine."

Ghost nodded and sat on his chair, spreading his legs.

Soap tried to not stare at him. He just kept drinking.

They didn't speak much.

For some reason, Soap didn't leave for the rest of their little vacation.

They didn't talk about any of this. They just started working again when they got back.

Soap made his coffee and for some reason, he made a second cup. He slid it to Ghost when he saw him.

Ghost slowly sipped it and nodded. "I like it. Way better than the other stuff."

Soap nodded. "Way better."

They shared a moment of silence.

Ghost took a deep breath. "I can't sleep because of insomnia. Get nightmares and stuff. You?"

"Nightmares. I feel things... Bugs. Stuff like that."

Ghost nodded and looked at the cup. "I'm...sorry for the leave. You shouldn't have had to babysit me."

Soap felt so stupid. He didn't know why. His skin started to crawl.

"I was being pathetic. Curling up like a fucking alcoholic."

Soap closed the gap. His mask was still up.

Ghost tasted like coffee and bergamot. His hair still felt so soft.

Ghost kissed back, pulling him in closer. "Fucking hell."

Soap expected to push back. To dominate. Ghost was so soft in his own ways. Instead, he found himself matched and kissed back. Held so tight it made his breath catch.

And then Ghost growled and Soap found himself falling into his lap, panting. He wondered if Ghost would listen to his orders in bed. If they'd be like on the field. Perfect and seamless.

Ghost pulled him back and put his face in Soap's throat, breathing. His hands curled around him defensively. "I... um..."

Soap blurted out. "I want to draw you."

"...okay."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost

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dc418writes · 6 months

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•|Legends Never Die|•

✨Pairing✨: dark!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Curiosity doesn’t kill cats. It kills the nosey

⚠️: 18+ NO MINORS, chasing, mention of blood, abduction, minor bondage, allusions to basement wife, language, noncon touching

A/N🎤: Hey guys! So this is my little twist on the infamous Headless Horseman tale and I hope you guys like it☺️💕!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

Everyone you interviewed in the small town warned you about going down that dirt road. How those who dared pass through that wooden tunnel were never to be seen again.

But you didn’t listen. Instead letting your need for the truth overshadow your caution.

Once you heard about the mysterious figure looming in the woods and read all the accounts from those young and old, your piqued interest wouldn’t rest. You needed to see for yourself if this horseman really existed or if it was just a boogeyman of sorts with stories being passed down from generation to generation.

Dead grass and autumn leaves crunch under your sneakers as you journey further into the wooded area. The cool air prickling your nose and cheeks while buzzards squawk overhead circling with their wings spread wide.

That should’ve been your sign to turn back, but your legs carry you until you’re meeting a withered cabin. Smoke rising from its chimney into the gloomy sky.

“H-Hello!?,” you call out, but there’s nothing. Whoever lived here clearly wanted to be alone being the only cabin out in this stretch of woods that you could see.

“I don’t mean any harm! Just wanted to ask some questions,” you ask as you reach the front door.

You knock twice, but again you don’t hear anything. Can just see a peek of the lone, vintage couch and coffee table resting on top of the decorative rug in the living room through the crack in the curtains shielding the windows.

The floorboards creak under each step you take - no matter how careful - wandering along the wrap around porch while your eyes focus on the woods with every crack of a twig and swish of leaves.

Meaning you weren’t paying attention when you tripped over the metal bucket; knocking it over as you stumbled forward.

A reddish-brown tinted rag rolling out along with a small amount of water tinted the same color pooling around your feet is the final straw feeling your stomach begin to sink and anxiety slowly rise.

Something deep inside tells you to hide when you hear the whinny of a horse along with its trotting hooves approaching from somewhere in the forest. It’s the fastest you’ve moved since your high school gym days setting your eyes on a decent sized shed a few feet away.

Luckily it’s latch is open allowing you to quickly slip inside just as whoever approaches the property. Crouched by the small, smudged window, you can see the black stallion being led by a person in all black themselves from their thick coat to their leather gloves and down to the boots on their feet.

A pumpkin mask with detailed carving covering their face.

It looks like it was made from the gourd itself. But most surprising - and fear inducing - a hatchet on their hip. Its blade stained with someone or something’s crimson blood that steadily drips to the ground.

“What’d I get myself into?,” you think watching as the tall figure rounds the house before stopping upon noticing the knocked over bucket and rag. Clearly now on alert that somebody was there how his head turns left and right.

Your heart rate increases as he appears to be coming towards the shed. (More than likely to put away his horse as you now notice the bags of feed by your feet.)

It’ll be impossible to run out the same way you came, so you hurry towards the back crouching behind a barrel near the corner. Your knees pressed into your chest to make yourself as small as possible just as the double doors open and both step inside.

Hands covering your mouth, you can hear them tying their horse away before filling its container with food and beginning to brush along its mane and the short hairs on its body.

A skid of a breeze across your face nearly startles you - thinking whoever arrived found you - until you see the plastic flap of the doggy door gently moving back and forth. It seems big enough that you could fit through, but you won’t know for sure unless you try.

So you patiently wait until you hear the double doors open again and the thud of boots becoming quieter with each step, signaling that you were finally alone and able to move again.

Carefully your arm goes through first then your head, but your opposite shoulder only bumps into the wall unable to pass. Shifting your body, you try again hoping someway you can make it through but your efforts are futile.

Just giving you enough of a distraction that you don’t feel the presence of someone behind you until it’s too late. Roughly grabbing your ankles and yanking you back as you scream.

You thrash kicking and swinging trying to get away, successfully hitting his crotch deep enough to have him groaning as he keels over on his hands and knees.

“Bitch,” he grits out as you scramble to get your footing to run out the shed. The horse whinnying and stirring about due to the new commotion.

Bursting out the doors, you keep running without any direction just setting your sights forward while trying to dodge limbs and trees along your path.

At the galloping not too far behind you, your heartbeat increases hoping there’s another house somewhere in these woods you can ask for help.

As your chest heaves and throat gradually becomes dryer from the air constantly rushing through, it seems you two are the only ones out this far leaving only one end in sight for you.

The stallion’s galloping grows closer and louder - as if it’d never get tired - while you feel exhaustion overtaking the adrenaline that once controlled your body.

You make the grave mistake of peeking over your shoulder trying to gauge just how close your hunter is not realizing your path was soon ending. Flying forward, your body tumbles down a dirt hill until you’re roughly thudding to a stop.

However, rather than hitting the cold ground you’re horrified to find a decaying body with its eyes wide and staring right at you. Some flies buzzing from them to you as if thinking you could be their next snack.

A deafening scream rips through your chest as you try to scurry away, echoing off the surrounding trees until something hitting against your head makes everything go dark.

Opening your eyes, you first notice the dark, wooden beams of the unfamiliar ceiling. Definitely older from their weathered appearance as one seemed to be a good hit away from breaking in two.

You try to move, but your arms and legs are bound to the semi-firm mattress below you with expertly knotted ropes you know you’d never get out of. It left you spread wide and fearful to what your captors next plan would be.

“You’ve done a lot of research.” The deep voice startles you, instinctively making you turn towards the corner to find the person chasing you earlier. They’re still in all black with the orange mask attached to their face as they look through your notebook of interviews and printed articles.

Had they been there watching you the whole time you were out?

“Have to say, I’m flattered,” they lowly chuckle closing the book and haphazardly tossing it on the ground. You see just how tall this person is when they stand and their head is only inches away from the beams above. It fills your stomach with nausea and dread how they slowly approach the bed reaching their finger out to teasingly trace from the post by your foot to your ankle.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cry with fresh tears dripping out the corner of your eye and down to the mattress below. A line of black left in its path from your mascara and liner.

Carefully removing their mask, the face underneath is surprisingly handsome. Near crystalline like blue eyes shielded by long lashes and a sharp jaw covered by an almond colored beard, you could honestly find yourself falling for the man in front of you if you met under normal circumstances.

His fingertips slowly trace higher - from your ankle to your calf and finally the inside of your knee - making your squirm and tears fall heavier while you plead, “Don’t.”

“Looks like you found your horseman kitten,” he smirks. “Too bad you’re little story won’t ever get published. Especially not with you tied up down here until I’m done.”

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Rewind the Tape — IWTV S1E04 Rewatch

Finally, I'm back with my rewatch for @iwtvfanevents after having to microdosing Ep 4 because of limited time, mood, and I just fell unconscious once I hit my bed. Again, FYI from before: this is my first time rewatching the show (excluding indirect watch through YouTube reactions), and its purpose for me to refresh my mind and noticing things. So, I won't dwell on certain ongoing or past theories, but I'll take notes about the possibilities I notice as the rewatch goes for myself. Also, disclaimer, because I've had people put words into my mouth before: When I'm assuming the reason a certain character does what they do, it's not to give them an excuse. It's my way of trying to understand what the writers have in their minds. For me, if the action of a character doesn't make sense in that character's eyes, based on their personality, then it's bad writing.

Okay, that's long enough. Be careful with the S2 spoiler alerts. Time to meet ✨ Claudia✨

• It's been 10 years since Daniel published a book and his publisher seems questioning his ability to write a book.

• Armand barely gets any sunlight here.

• *Googling* Levodopa is used to reduce Parkinson's symptoms, like tremors, stiffness, and slowness, which are caused by lack of dopamine. It works by being converted to dopamine in brain.

• "Electronic mailbox" Armand, you're so funny.

• Resting? Wait, have they ever did an interview during mornings before? Ep 1, it's night. Ep 2, during dinner time to late at night. Okay, it seems Ep 3 starts in the day to night. Gonna pay attention to this more.

• The interior designer is a woman. "Louis is missing the 'natural' world" What tree is that again? I'm bad with plants.

• Claudia wrote her name and the year on her first diary. Cute. (But ofc she probably stopped doing that after Loustat read her diaries)

• They arrived in Paris November 14, 1945. A week after Lestat's birthday, fyi. There's a headcanon Armand's (it seems people got it from a wikia, which was taken from an official calendar, but no one has checked that calendar) is November 11.

• They're in Ploiesti in 1941, eating POWs.

• My caption doesn't write it, but Lestat says, "Impossible. Elle est trop jeune." (She's too young) Oh, Louis 😔

• "I just need her not to die". And Lestat probably recalled Louis crying on their bed over not able to have a child, and there they went to doom themselves and Claudia. Anything (because unlike Louis, he knows all the consequences) to keep Louis happy AND stay with him.

• The contrast between Louis' and Claudia's transformation. Lestat doesn't let her to drink much, just enough to turn her. There's no gentleness or anything when Lestat holds her. In fact, the camera stays on his rough hold, highlighting the ugliness of it. Isn't in the books being turned without consent seen akin to rape?

• "Hell demons" lol. I wonder when she got his first diary and when she arrived at that conclusion.

• "It's my new house?" "It is if you want it to be" as if she has another option. Louis, you're so funny.

• Delaying to tell Claudia that she needs to feed on humans. Telling her there's another "choice" than eating humans. Expecting Claudia to feel regret the next day after killing a human. Louis, stop putting your own feelings in her.

• "He has to relay on my words to understand me. Just like humans." "We are a family?" Monsters who have to keep a bit of humanity to get along, who are also playing house like humans.

• You could tell Lestat is already sensitive about being left out in the telepathic conversation since the beginning.

• Claudia witnessing queer relationship for the first time is so amusing lol

• Claudia says ACAB 😌

• This scene doesn't feel "smooth" to me. I don't know if it's the editing or the writing. First, that last line by the cop is too long for such a short action. Second, i think they could pick a better intonation for "not a cop" there. Plus, the placement makes it feel like they almost forgot to put it.

• Claudia needs twice amount of blood than Loustat. She's still energetic when the sleep time comes. Noted.

• "Kill juice" Lestat and Claudia are bonding over vampirism.

• "Have you seen my slippers?" "Under the chair by the window" The domesticity uwu.

• The lines about Lestat talking about Claudia's writing habit are so witty when you remember he canonly writes the Vampire Chronicles books. A platonic kiss for IWTV writers again.

• Claudia's new coffin is called The Feathered Nest. A call back to Louis saying him in Lestat's nest in Ep 2.

• Since the beginning, Claudia likes to ask and figure out things that she doesn't know, while Louis won't say anything to not rock the boat.

• "We try to accustom her to the thought of coming home to God" Oh gosh, Louis is so bad at lying 😭

• Okay, seriously. We know in Ep 2, after Louis is just turned that /at least/ his sight and hearing becomes more sensitive. And in this episode, Claudia can smell the cop's blood from afar. But this lore doesn't consistent with the stinky bodies at their home in Ep 5 and the fact Claudia can stalk Lestat many times (and ofc Claudia and Louis at Antoinette's place in Ep 6 as well). This uncontinuity gives me a headache. OR after they manage to control their senses (Lestat's saying "focus on my voice, a single strain"), their senses basically become normal and only can do more when they willing it? I'm trying to make sense of it here.

• "I miss sleeping with you." So, in good days, they sleep together in Louis' coffin. They /probably/ haven't been doing it since Antoinette thing started (I mean, I wouldn't). That's 8 months. (The sanctioned infidelity narration is on Feb 1917, Claudia started to write her diary in late Sept 1917 and she still sleeps with Louis by that time. Based on this timeline)

• "Sometimes, you gotta be careful where you dig, you understand?" Not to fast forward to S2, but this sounds so ominous.

• Louis in the night with this pink striped shirt 🥰

• "Is that what he's up to when he goes out alone?" No wonder stalking Lestat is the first thing she does after Charlie.

• Do I believe Louis' answer is true? I do, because writing-wise, I don't see there's any reason for Lestat to cheat (as in having a relationship with someone else, because I could see him still making out with humans before eating them) when they keep spending their time together except when Lestat is hunting and Louis and Claudia go out together like in this scene. Plus, unlike in Ep 6, during this era Claudia still follows the no telepathic talking rule. (See: Claudia's "I'll tell Uncle Les you talk to me this way" later) Something, I assume, makes Lestat feel alienated from the two and goes to cheat to find a connection with another on his own. But I digress.

• "Used to caught up in human affairs. Then you."

• Okay, at least Daniel waits Armand to finish his sunnah prayer before interrupting him, though Armand should continue doing his Ashr prayer soon. Anyway, i wish they used adhan that's clearer. I mean, I could only listen the beginning of each phrase, not the end.

• Claudia throwing a thing at Lestat and he barely reacted and proceed to pick it off the floor right away. For a period of time, Claudia is indeed the queen in that house. "This was given to me by a marquis..." If that's from Lestat's father, which makes that a family heirloom, and he gave that to Claudia. That means big for a Provider man like Lestat. (hashtag me and Lestat loved Claudia once propaganda) They are supposed to have 6 years of "good time".

• "When they can't (figuring out their problems), I can always get between them and make it right." Claudia is literally a band-aid. I suppose she helps them communicating because as I said in previous episodes, Loustat tend to not address the real problem, just shift to something that will make them feel better and forget it until it comes up again.

• *S2 spoiler alert* No, never think about how Claudia's interest in acting probably grew from the times Loustat bringing her to watch picture shows and Lestat acting them out in front of them. And in the end, it's what makes her fall into the trap of the troupe easier in S2. No, we're fine.

• "Know what her last words are?" I love her psychopath side, obsessing over last words after being called a devil in one.

• Oh, Grace's inflection when saying "uncle". They have heard a lot of homophobic jabber and satanic accusations from Florence over the years, no doubt.

• This is from Claudia's POV, so it's interesting how she's paying attention and remembers to write it down.

• Louis really has put down his dutiful son and brother "hat" after having a family himself.

• I think this is probably the last time Claudia admits she has a lot in common with Lestat *insert xie lian's idk whether i have to cry or laugh here*

• That scene of Claudia eating the guy is so classic horror, complete with the blood splatter on glass. Love.

• Lestat really brings her to Lovers' Lane without thinking about the effects. He probably thinks because her appetite stays big like a kid, her mind will stay like that forever.

• "I don't remember buying that outfit" Lestat bought all Claudia's outfits ofc. (I don't regard interviews as part of canon, but Sam did say that Louis chose Claudia's outfits)

• My theory: Lestat could notice when Claudia and Louis telepathically speaking if he pays attention to their expressions. I mean, he clearly has a thing for being alienated by telepathic connection (for a good reason, if they adapt that part of the book, cmiiw), so it makes sense if he just can tell.

• THE HORSE IS CALLED BELLA LOL

• She really has a crush on the first good man she meets. So adorable, if not for her monologue

• She knocks the railing every time she walks towards Loustat's room? Oh I would like to know the backstory that causes this rule/habit 👀. But if it's a rule, it's an interesting when you recall Lestat's "Child. Intervening the romance of the parents" or something like that in Ep 6.

• Waiting on balcony just like her father in Ep 1. The writers are strong with their "Evil of my evil" propaganda.

• Claudia figures out how to block people's thoughts since teenager. Louis has never had a reason to do it

• Again, Claudia is such a curious girl. She dives right in with Charlie

• Sorry, but the editing in this episode is kinda sloppy. I keep noticing things 😭

• This connection Claudia has with last words. It's been awhile but I wonder if we'll get to see it again. *S2 spoiler alert* Perhaps Madeleine says something to her before you-know-what. Or Claudia says something to Louis instead. I just love patterns yknow.

• Daniel Hart is just slaying in the background with his music.

• Vampires feel "loose" when they're aroused, which leads to become very bitey.

• That's why she goes to find out how vampirism works right away. Suddenly Lestat can't do what he did to her. She realizes she knows nothing about her current life

• That scene of Lestat and Claudia at the incinerator... Past Louis doesn't know they're burning Charlie and what exactly what Lestat says there. Imagine reading the latter in her diary.

• The transition from Lestat's whole speech about not being close to a mortal to Daniel 🤌🤌🤌

• If Daniel is true that Louis has had all of the diaries in '70s, so my guess Louis doesn't look fine at all in the flashback is right. He's "wearing hats" again.

• I wonder what Louis wanted to say. But knowing him and judging from his reaction to Daniel's brashness, it's something that sugarcoats Claudia's position in their "family"

• The way Claudia knocks the railing but then it goes weaker, she doesn't really care about the houserules or childish habits anymore

• The last scene is a nice hint/nod to you-know-what, but also I once read someone saying that what she does is the equivalent of a teenager doing self-harming when they're depressed, and I can't unsee that anymore. I think that's a spot-on.

• This is the last episode we hear "In Throes in Increasing Wonder" as a closing music btw. You know, the music that represent Loustat's love. They really say we're going downhill

Summary:

For the previous episodes, I always finished my rewatch and tried to figure out what theme of that episode. Of course it's always about Louis because this is Louis' season first and foremost. But for the theme of this episode, I think it's: Louis' first meeting with Claudia and the first time he has failed her. The first part is obvious, the second part, like I said above, Louis only finds how far Lestat's action is to Claudia after he reads her diaries later. I think, he sees that as his first failure to her; unable to stop Lestat making it worse for her. And we will see Claudia criticize this more in Ep 6.

This episodes also shows Louis' misconception about Claudia. He expects Claudia to react the same way to vampirism as he is. And we will see more of this in the later episodes (but of course the most obvious one is in Ep 7)

This episode is in Claudia's POV, but I like to call it "the closest thing to ideal life Louis has ever gotten", at least until Charlie happens. Like Lestat says in the church scene, Louis wears a lot of "hats": being the good son and good executive in charge of their fortune for his family, being the good straight man, being the good savvy businessman for his family and his own people, and later being a good vampire for Lestat. This time, he gets to take most of them, if not all, off and focus himself wholly on Claudia and Lestat, his family. He says himself, Claudia's existense silences all the noise, chaos, the crisis of his former existence. He has a daughter who has literal telepathic connection to him, someone who can know what he feels without saying anything. Someone by whom he doesn't feel being judged because he can know what she thinks. He has a husband who spends most of his time with them as a family. Who takes their daughter together to shop, Louis choosing the stuffs, Lestat paying for it. Who protects their family when they need to fulfill their daughter's needs (see: the buying coffin scene). Who also has a quality time with their daughter, even though it's mostly about killing humans. Unfortunately, it's rigged to burn, because Claudia won't be a child forever despite her body, outgrowning the very particular role Loustat need from her to maintain their play house.

Oh, I almost forgot, I wonder what the arrangement is with Louis' diet during this happy period. He doesn't do as much action as he did in previous episodes and we do see him eating animals still, but it looks like his sex life is thriving. He has control over his emotions pretty well. So, I assume he doesn't starve himself completely. At least, not as bad as he did before. Perhaps, this is one of the problems Claudia says she has "to smooth out". Though we know later she has never said directly to Louis how she actually doesn't completely agree with his diet choice from Episode 7. *S2 spoiler alert* And we know he later decides to eat human every other day to survive their European trip. My long time theory is Lestat manipulates him into drinking from him at least once a week as a solution. (and that's why he's more powerful than his book counterpart when he's not completely starving himself) 🤔

By the way, since this is the middle of the season, I'd like to say I think this is overall my least favorite episode so far. Mostly from the technical side, but I still love how they sprinkle hints of Claudia's own personality. I think my most favorite episode overall is Ep 1. I just love how their built Louis' personality in it. The performance is crazy, and the directing set the tone of the rest of the season. The directing in Ep 3 is top notch as well, especially towards the end. You really could feel the growing tension. The writing weaving all this history and race problem into Louis' personal life is genius as well.

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 1

a/n: Heavily (more like, entirely) inspired by @scummy-writes's playthrough of Luigi's Mansion. 'Twas a lot of fun merging the wackiness of that game with the IkeVamp universe! Multiple parts have already been written, to varying degrees of polish, so I'll be posting them on a schedule (Tentatively, one part per week). Without further ado, Enjoyyy ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: 1000 words Characters: You, Sebastian, Comte (mentioned) Next: Part 2

~*~

You woke up in a dark endless abyss with a headache.

"Where...am I?"

You were not sure how long you were out for, but it must have been a long time.

Last you remembered, you were walking around the Louvre museum in the daytime. A handsome man in a three-piece tailored suit had graciously retrieved your earring from the ground, only to drop and forgot his own handkerchief.

You, wanting nothing more than to return the favor, sought to return it to him. Your quest led you to a secluded section of the museum, barren of any foot traffic, and past a set of large double doors that appeared, at the time, as part of the museum experience.

In hindsight, the dwindling number of visitors around you should have alerted you to think otherwise.

Lightning flashed and the hallway blinked in view, like a snapshot captured with a camera shutter. Thunder cracked once, twice, forcing you out of memory lane and back into the present.

In the split-second that you saw the hallway, a line of tall arched windows stood to your left and closed wooden doors to your right. A high-backed chair was stationed between each door, and a framed picture hung above it. A wall blocked the path at one end and extended into darkness in the other. So, not an endless abyss. But it was not the Louvre museum, either.

Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, and another, and then another, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of an exit. A door creaked nearby.

You scrambled to hide behind the nearest curtains, but you were caught by two firm hands. Your heart lurched in your throat. You turned around to face your assailant, and a second round of lightning gave you a chance to get a good look. It was a young man with grayish hair swept to one side, his eyes narrow and inquisitive.

"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" He asked, though he did not wait for a response. "Doesn't matter, let's get you out before the others notice."

You followed him through the maze of hallways, each turn taking you down an identical path. It was a wonder that your guide could tell heads from tails in the darkness.

"Watch your step," he called out as the two of you descended a set of grand stairs.

Just when you thought you reached the bottom, you were met with more stairs. Blood pumped in your ears as you focused on getting out of here, one step at a time. You sighed in relief when the first sliver of light peeked through the grand double doors at the opposite end of what, you assumed, was the foyer.

Once outside, you gawked at the building you just escaped. It was a three-story mansion. Grapevines crept around and across the walls and into some open windows. Dark clouds loomed over the estate, but the rain died down into a drizzle.

"Don't fall behind, now!" Your guide called out from the garden up ahead. Rather than continue straight ahead and out the gate, he took a turn going behind the mansion. You stared at the open gate, contemplating your chance of survival. Feeling unsafe venturing out into the unknown, you kept up pace with him along a narrow cobblestone path.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back, and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"

You huffed and said, "If you would've let me speak the first time..." You explained your situation to him, and he furrowed his brows. You then barraged him with your own set of questions. Rather than answer any of them, he turned on his heel and talked on the way.

He introduced himself as Sebastian. He woke up in a similar way to what you had described a few years prior.

“I’m sorry, did you say years?” You gaped. What hope did you have of returning home if he had not done so yet?

He continued. "I came face to face with the head of this mansion, a French nobleman who goes by the title, Le Comte de Saint-Germain. He gave me an offer I could not refuse, and so I serve the mansion as its butler."

He stopped in front of a quaint wooden garden shack.

Facing you, he wore a wry smile as he said, "I would like to consider myself lucky, as I haven't seen another human in quite some time. But you, I'm afraid, are out of luck to end up here."

Your eyes shifted. "What do you mean by that?"

"Wait here."

He ducked inside and came out with a backpack that looked an awful lot like a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum tube in his hands only further confirmed your suspicions.

He reminded you of a ghostbuster.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to get you home. But what I can offer is a means to defend yourself for the night.

"Defend myself?" You echoed. "Against what?"

That was how you ended up back inside the mansion, carrying Sebastian's 'Poltergust 1899' (as he proudly called it) on your back, alongside an oil lamp in hand and an item pouch around your shoulder.

What’s the pouch for? You may be wondering.

After much debate with the butler, you agreed to retrieve "items of interest" for him if he promised to investigate a means of getting you back home. His final remark was to avoid disturbing the mansion's esteemed residents and, contrarily, to report back any interesting behavior you encounter, seemingly of said residents.

The main entrance door creaked open. The mansion's foyer was bedecked with a carpeted floor that stretched up its wide central staircase. White Ionic columns lined the sides. At the top of the stairs, bright moonlight shone through, enveloping the room in a bluish hue.

The door slamming shut behind you pulled your flighty spirit back into its boney prison. Several voices murmured behind the walls.

You caught some of their words, or so you believed.

"A guest?"

"They returned!"

"Oh dear."

"How delightful."

"Go away."

You wished you didn't.

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Anyway Gojo cant really drink and it’s been speculated that that’s because of alcohol having long term effects on vision with prolonged use or that being drunk even just once could temporarily impair vision and Gojo probably prefers to remain alert at all times. That and he probably doesn’t like the bitter taste of alcohol. That being said, he’d never obstruct others from drinking and having a good time just because he can’t fully immerse himself in it. He likes to see everyone let loose, and he probably takes a lot of pictures and videos to remind them of any embarrassing moments just because it’s funny. And for the memories too, ofc. It’s all apart of enjoying the moment. Nanami and Shoko are p heavy drinkers as well, so Gojo is probably used to work parties getting just a little out of control if those two decided to enter a drinking contest. Gojo definitely participates in the festivities even if he may be the only sober one there, and the atmosphere probably rubs off on him anyway so he’s definitely laughing along with the group. Especially if the joke isn’t even that funny—-that just makes it funnier to him.

Gojo with a s/o isn’t stopping them from drinking either. Might strategically put their glass somewhere they can’t see because out of sight out of mind if they’re starting to get TOO drunk, but otherwise just lazily keeps a watchful eye on them. He takes the most videos of them much to their chagrin. He ends up piggybacking them home and laughing at them the whole time because maybe they’re trying to tell him how much they love him but they keep slurring and stumbling over their words and getting lost in the middle of their sentence. He’s probably had to have helped Shoko home once or twice back in the day when her drinking habits started so he has at least some experience in this area. Cracks a window open cuz the smell of liquor is reeking off their pores at this point, leaves a bucket and aspirin by their bedside, and tucks them in. His s/o is almost surprised of how attentive he’s being, even if his mouth doesn’t really dull it’s usual edge or he’s clearly amused. aodkfod imagine it just makes them cry and Gojo finds out his s/o is an emotional drunk right then and there but initially he’s CONFUSED LMFAO like ?????? I thought we were havin a good time and now we're crying??? But then he can’t stop laughing about it later cuz maybe his s/o Kim kardashian cries and he can’t take it serious cuz they’re crying about the simplest things too like about how nice he’s being or when they miss him when he’s off gone doing gojo things. Definitely teases them about that later too like the next time he leaves for work or a mission or a trip he tells them he’ll hurry back to them soon so they won’t have to cry 😎✨ he knows you love him baby LMFAOOO honesty it just gives him an even bigger head. Makes it all the worth his while if his s/o nearly dies of embarrassment over it too. (Definitely has video evidence of them crying over how much they love and miss him).

If the relationship is still a bit new and this is their first time expressing how much they miss him when he’s gone, he’ll have a pinch of mercy on them. Not much, but still some. Like he’s still making fun of them, but he’d probably swing by 🤏🏽 a little more often, and for a little more longer stays too. They didn’t demand him to, nor does he feel pressured—-they just expressed their feelings in a moment of utmost vulnerability and gojo knows he’d be an ass to completely dismiss it. He thinks there isn’t a harm in satiating their needs a little too, since the relationship is practically geared towards his terms and conditions. Relationships are about give and take, he’d rationalize. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good to feel a little needed. That somewhere deep within him he knows he should cherish that bit of vulnerability they shared. They’re more fragile than he’d have taken them for, but he thinks he likes it a little. Not if they’re overbearing and overtly emotional, that’d run him off from jump if he senses that in them. But he likes discovering things about them. And there is a bit of possessiveness somewhere if you squint. Like if his s/o gets crazy drunk again HE wants to be able to take them home. HE only wants to be the one to see that side of them 😤

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #anyway I should be finishin this paper 🏃🏽‍♀️

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h3apm3ch4n151m · 1 year

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Octavinielle with Anya reader. Because ✨ I have no life✨

Reader here has some parts of Anya's personality and their the same age group as octotrio so yuh

Azul

°Can you read his mind or smthn?! Well yes you can ..

°He's having some kind of trouble with either his contracts or the twins and you're just like??

"Floyd is being forced mushrooms,that's why he doesn't wanna work"

"You're not even from this dorm and yet you know the scoop here"

°You get to help him and others too??? Like??

°He's in visible confusion rn

°Please help him he thinks you're stalking him like that chess piece from pomefiore

°When you're in his VIP room you're watching that spy anime, you just go there to make him watch it with you.

°But then the twins bring someone in the VIP room who broke their contract

°You're not really surprised what they deal with

°Well, you stick around because... It's so exciting!

°Azul isn't sure how you even get passed and slip in his VIP room

°Actually, you're just... There. He doesn't really shoo you away since you're pretty useful for some reason he can't understand why...?

°So anyways back at the student who broke the contract bro doesn't wanna admit how he's really broken the contract so you read his mind and then revealed how he broke it.

°the dude was denying all of it but you had more than evidence, the dude IS THE EVIDENCE BECAUSE OF HIS MIND

°Azul was listening and your reasoning was believeable???? Wait, how did you even know about the deal in the first place??? The dude doesn't look like he knows you???

°Okay now you're scaring him what are you

°He's starting to be alert with you, like he's being threatened.

°Though you're pretty sweet when you wanna be

°You might not be... Academically great but your intuition??? And personality is great.

°He doesn't know if he can call the first part intuition

°Whenever he's having his mini panic attacks and his self respect lowering you're always there?

°Oh no is he getting rusty, can his inner feelings be seen behind his mask?

°Pls stop you're making him feel vulnerable

...he kind of likes having someone to lean on.?

°He's trying his best to put on his mask tight but you always see through him

°You either ask him to watch that spy show and give him peanuts

°Overall, he likes your company, considering how you made him softer around you?

I mean, that's no surprise since back in your world you managed to make the greatest spy a bit softer

Floyd Leech

°You're cool

°You hate studying too? Let's sneak out 👹👹👹

°How the hell is that supposed to be related to the peace of the world

Then you remember this isn't that said world so you sneak out

°He's such a bad influence on you

You love it

°*insert iconic Anya smile*

°How the hell are you not surprised him being behind you dang he wanted more reactions.

°When you're looking at him and he's cooking up a plan, why do you look horrified and amazed at the same time? Are you reading his mind? Haha no u can't

°Peanut party. Will bribe you to join him in his mischief with peanuts

°What the- What gives how did you know he was gonna swipe away the peanut pack????

°Now you're and interesting bunch, how can you predict him so bad???

°You never bore him, you're fun to be with!!!

°Though you know your way round on how you want things to go, it's eerie in a way...

°He sees you roleplaying from that spy anime you watch with Azul?

°He's on his way to be your Floydman! Come to think of it, you 9mce mentioned how him and his father has almost identical names.

Jade Leech

°No no, not this time. YOU are scared of HIM.

"Oh, I knew you could read me. I was starting to wonder how you knew things from an odd perspective. Oh how I can know? it's readable in your facial expression right now💜"

°Uhhhh

°This wasn't how the game is supposed to be played

°But he suppose... He'll play along.

°He knows you know you can hear what he's thinking

°He'll think of the most unthinkable things and scare the ever living hell out of you. And he will smile at you like you descended from heaven

In fact you've ascended out of fear

°But it's so exciting at the same time

°Though sometimes he slips up and it's your turn.

°Once he knows he's flipped up, you give him the iconic Anya smile.

°HOWEVER.

°Floyd somehow dodges his mushroom force-feeding... How is that?

°He definitely knows you have everyone's dirty secret

°He might use you for some... Things.

°What do you mean you don't want peanuts it's free!

Come on, just take it though it has a small price

Might make another Anya reader except it's yandere and they know you can read minds idk maybe when this gets attention lol

#tbh idk anymore #made this late night might be drunkly made #twst #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst Floyd #twst floyd leech #Floyd Leech #twst jade #twst jade leech #jade leech #Twisted Wonderland #x reader #anya reader #mind reader #spyxfamily #h3apy writes #h3apy headcanons 😊🔫💥

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adelheidvonschicksal · 2 years

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Heyyy babe 💗✨ Since you were so sweet and offered to write something for me, I'd like to request a birthday fic 😘 Something fluffy where the reader is in a poly-relationship with Yuuji and Megumi (that's your chance to write a bit Itafushi 😘) and it’s reader’s birthday. The boys make sure she has an amazing day and are overall real sweethearts 😭💗 It can be sexy too of course, but doesn't have to 💗

I know you and I both have our birthdays in December, so take your time! It would be super sweet to have this as some kind of bday present 😍💗 Thank you so much, love youuu 😘💗

Heyyy, just popping in to answer this! Sorry it's been months, I just fell out of writing but I felt bad leaving this here since you made me one :| Alas, here you go <3

Title: Rest and Relaxation

Pairing: Itadori x F!Reader x Fushiguro

Content Warning: PWP!Smut, vanilla, oral fem receiving

You never ask for much from your boyfriends. It’s something you sometimes regret when the nights get too lonely. Every rustle outside would have you watching the door anxious for one of your lovers to return from their mission. You were left with disappointment when you realized it was nothing but the wind scourging the leaves.

Days could easily turn into weeks that you would go without seeing one or both of them except in passing, but it’s nothing you could bring yourself to blame on each other. Ever since the balance between curses and sorcerers reversed, missions had become much harder, deadlier, which often ended with you dragging a limp Megumi, dripping with blood from head to toe, and an emotionally drained Yuji back to school. Sometimes those missions were the most time all three of you spent together. Not exactly the most romantic of outings but you count it a blessing every time you all came home safe and sound.

Thus, when your birthday comes around the corner, happily marked with glittered marker on your calendar, you don’t expect anything more than a card. Flowers, if you’re lucky.

But when your boyfriends come to you, demanding for you to blindfold yourself and follow along with them, your heart starts to expand with a warm fuzziness that fluffs and sticks in your chest like fresh cotton candy.

A small part of you says not to let your thoughts run wild, not to get your hopes up too much, as you begin to question what’s in store for you. “A surprise party?” you think.

Your rapidly pacing imagination is brought back to reality by a strong hand wrapping around yours. Immediately, you know it has to be Itadori threading your fingers. Megumi didn’t have nearly as many scars running across his knuckles. It had been so long since you’ve held hands with him you’d nearly forgotten how big his hand is, powerful, made for strength and cracking over skin and with the scars to prove it, but also gentle and warm when the two of you are together, and it makes your squeeze the smallest bit tighter as the scent of freshly cut grass hits your nose and the warmth of fading sunlight dances along your arms. “Are we leaving campus?”

Eventually, you come to a stop; and thanks to your muted sight, it’s easy to focus on the fleeting sounds of whispered conversation reaching your ears.

“I can’t believe Gojo let you use his car,” and you note by the excited voice that it’s definitely Itadori speaking, “let me drive.”

No is the immediate answer, one that makes you chuckle at the whine it gets from Itadori.

“Wha—why not?”

“Do you need me to remind you what happened last time?”

A speck of merriment sparks in your voice as you gently scold Megumi, “Be nice.”

“I am being nice.”

Arm steadied at your waist, Itadori helps you find the edge of the backseat and crosses the seatbelt over your chest before taking up the seat beside you.

An hour into your travel, your curiosity overtakes your patience. The chill radiating off the backseat window alerts you to how late it must have gotten, and you lean forward towards the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going? It feels like we’ve been driving a really long time.”

Your question is met with resistance from your driver. “You’ll see.”

Refusing to give up, you try to recall all the turns you’ve made and the number of songs you listened to on the radio in a feeble attempt to figure out where you were. “Are we going to the shopping district?”

“No.”

“The boardwalk?”

“Not even close.”

Sighing, you tilt your head to the window and begin to pick at the dark cloth over your face. You’re sure a quick look wouldn’t hurt your surprise.

“No peeking.”

At Megumi’s warning, you place your blindfold back on properly as you realize you aren’t going to get anything from him, so you turn your focus on the warm body taking up space next to you.

You crane your neck until your head meets with a broad shoulder then you tilt your focus upward. You would’ve batted your eyes if he could see it. Alas, the best you could muster is a pout. “Yuji,” you sweetly coo.

“Nu-uh.”

“Oh? Megumi had him trained well this time,” you think.

You stretch your hand towards him, missing twice before finding the familiar tresses of his uniform cuff, firm and pressed. The golden buckle adorned on it cools your thumb as you glance over it. Then, you draw your focus elsewhere until you finally received a whine that indicated you reached your destination.

How could you only now notice how thick his thighs had gotten over the years as you grasp and invade inward until you reached something else whole, solid.

“Please, you can tell me.”

You hear the first of his resolve cracking. “Well, I mean,” he stammers, keening as you palm him through his pants. “It’s somewhere we haven’t been in a whi-ah!”

You barely contain your laughter.

“M-Megumi, a little help here?”

“If you tell her, don’t think I’ll hesitate to leave you on the side of the road.” It’s an empty threat—the one thing Megumi never seems to run out of—but it’s enough to make Itadori whine, bite down on his bottom lip roughly, and tap his foot to keep from grinding his hardening cock up into your hand.

The sound of him swallowing down his own spit is audible, and it makes you practically purr. “She isn’t making it fair.”

“Then, move over.”

Itadori does just that, scooting out of your immediate reach. You stretch in attempts to find him again only for him to grab your hand and follow up with a playful “Cut it out”.

You playfully scoff at him. “Come on, everyone’s doing it.”

“No means no.”

“Boo.”

When you arrive at your destination, you’re feeling surprisingly normal in a good way you can’t describe. Maybe it’s the warm light of the building peeking under the slip of your blindfold (you honestly had no idea how Gojo dealt with this thing in the way all day). Or maybe it’s how right now you can squeeze your fingers into the junction of Itadori’s hand and hook your pinky in a lock with Megumi’s as they guide you down the hall. There’re no orders, no missions, no hospital visits. The only thing to worry about is making sure your steps are steady and trying not to listen to any other voices around you, so as to not ruin your surprise.

“You’re going to step through a door. Be careful there’s a small drop.”

You follow the directions given to you, stepping carefully inside. It’s a bit quieter in this room especially when you hear the door clicking to block out the outside world.

“Alright. You can take it off.”

Megumi didn’t have to tell you twice.

Your eyes open to the orange glow of lights, natural wood, and tawny squares of delicate yet firm tatami mats in front of you. Various pieces of traditional painting and minimalist decorations but it’s the splash of purple color in the form of your favorite flowers on the corner table that occupies your attention as you slip off your shoes and excitedly explore your room further.

It’s been over three years since you visited a ryokan and had the fresh scent of igusa tingling your nose. It wasn’t nearly as pretty as this, but you distinctly recall the memory of fingers treading down your back, the pattering of your heartbeat in your ears, and the disgusted noise Nobara made when you told her you lost your virginity and had a threesome for the first time when you inelegantly snuck your way back to your shared inn room.

That’s when your eyes are drawn to the glass pane doors in the main room. You step outside to gaze at the view of the garden to the right of your room before turning left. Your eyes light up and judging by your scream Itadori and Fushiguro know you must have finally noticed.

“We got a private onsen! It’s open air!”

Softly, you feel someone grasp your shoulders and Itadori’s smooth voice in your ears. “This is yours, well ours, for the weekend.”

You weren’t expecting anything like a weekend getaway. They must have had this place booked months out to get a private bath, one surrounded by the woods and frosted with the light sprinkling of snowflakes.

“What about work? It’s the busy season, you know.”

“We got it covered,” Megumi reassures you as you follow them back up the small walkway and back into your shared living space.

“Ah, I didn’t bring anything to wear,” you realize, not having expected this trip to be more than the evening but then Megumi points the closet out to you, the one where the inns normally kept yukata for their guests.

Inside, bags and bags of clothes. Some you’ve been window shopping on your computer for or simply pointed out that you liked on the rare occasions that you all went out together.

You grab onto the soft material of the dress you’d pulled out, squeezing it to your chest with a sniffle. It sparks a worry in your lovers. Megumi knows they didn’t always get it right, but he thought this would have been something that would bring a smile to your face.

“(y/n), are you…are you okay?” Itadori asks.

“Mmmhmm,” you sniffle softly. “I’m just really happy.”

Yuji laughs at you, that same sweet and endearing one that made you fall for him, and Megumi joins along with a visible smile.

“Happy birthday, (y/n).”

Pink candles. Of course, it’s pink.

It must have been Yuji’s idea to bring them because they’re such a garish neon that you doubt Megumi would have ever thought to buy them and line the rocky perimeter of the onsen with them. Hell, he’d probably wince at the mere sight of the color in the store. But for you, the color brings you back to memories of your first outing with your classmates. Itadori with bright pink glasses on his face and a strawberry crepe in his hand, and Megumi looking as if he’d rather be anywhere than near the spectacle. It’s amazing that it was only a few short years ago you all were first years. A lot has happened since then, some things you prefer not to remember, but you’re happy it led up to this moment, relaxing in the bath together, stomachs full of dinner, and the peace of the outdoors surrounding you.

At least mostly peace as Itadori scoops you back into his lap, halting your wiggling. He can’t keep his lips off the curve of your back, which makes you squirm as he traces your shoulders.

He fawns over you, hands running over the small little cuts on your arms accumulated over the years, the minerals from the water doing their job in rehydrating your skin, “your skin looks so smooth.”

“Is that you saying you’re ready to fund my new spa and shop housewife lifestyle?”

“You wish. We always get in trouble without you around,” Itadori murmurs in your ear, “besides you look hot in a different way when you’re fighting.”

The muscles holding you to him close in tighter around your waist. It tingles as his hands scope over your thighs, pinching to love on the velvety skin in his grasps.

“You’re being really inappropriate, we’re guests here,” you remind him. Itadori isn’t going to stop from such a weak scolding though, which you didn’t have any intention to stop him to begin with. His fingers feel too satisfying skimming between your thighs, and the water stirs from his motions, building more anticipation inside of you. The hot water makes you more aware of his presence and the way your skin sticks and conforms to his chest or maybe it’s how he’s unapologetically pressing his hardened cock against your lower back.

“What else am I supposed to do when you’re naked right in front of me?”

You open your mouth to tease him, but you’re interrupted by the masculine voice opposite of you.

“You could consider it revenge for what she did earlier.”

Your entire body tenses at the suggestion as your attention is drawn to the lazy smirk appearing on Megumi’s face. You throw him a pout, as if you haven’t noticed those dark eyes fixated on you the entire time behind sodden, drooping spikes of black hair.

“Mm…you’re right,” Itadori agrees. He cups your chin, tilting your head so he can gently nip at the nape of your neck. “He should help instead.” You don’t know if it’s the cold air or the tone of his voice that makes you shiver. Probably both. But you knew Megumi prefers to watch, curate even, so it comes as a surprise when he agrees.

“If you insist.”

As Megumi gets closer, you don’t break eye contact, not even blinking until his lips are on yours, shifting warmly in a desperate sort of craving. You’re in no particular hurry to move away from his attention nor deny the strength of his tongue prying your lips apart and refamiliarizing itself to the shape of your mouth. Megumi cups the back of your head to wrench you in deeper and kiss you harder.

When you separated, he leans in to kiss your forehead before deciding to give Itadori a taste of what the two of you shared. Your breath fans against his chest as your nose presses between his pectorals. The movement of your body is on autopilot even after all this time spent separated. You slide your hands up his chest, around the back of his neck, squeezing yourself up and layering his neck with kisses. You plant your lips firm, parting with a rough kiss that leads to you nibble, the scent wafting from him coaxing you to suck on his neck.

The lower you go, the more kisses against his collar, the more swipes of your pink tongue across his smooth nipples, the more he groans from his throat, the sound stuttering and echoing in Itadori’s mouth.

There’s a grumble against your back, building into a soft growl. You peek up into dark blue, darkened to black as Megumi tugs on your hips. By the shoulders, you pull Megumi back down against you at the perfect angle where you’re comfortably cozied between their two hard bodies. Your permanent home. And in the water, you feel relaxed and dizzy, and exhilarated with every touch to your soaked body that you don’t even mind being stuck between them or when they decide to change up position.

Itadori slides from under you, switching your positions so you’re separated from Megumi and pushed up against the wall of the bath. He connects his mouth to yours with no hesitation, swooping his tongue in your mouth. His palms soak in the curves of your body. He must’ve been impatient to have better access to you because he practically bruises your skin at the way he sinks into the chub of your thighs until he starts massaging your ass.

Itadori lifts you up enough to suck at your water-slicked nipples. Back arched and hand brushing into pink hair, you hold him closer to your chest, squirming as he suckles and circles with his tongue until your nipple beads in his mouth. His eyes light up at your eagerness as you toss your head back and moan with each stroke of his deft tongue. His voice is muffled against your skin, but you can clearly make it out. “Wanna make you cum,” he growls and zones in on the quickest way he knows to get you to that high. You follow his lead, squeezing onto his cock as he strokes between your lips and flicks and strokes your clit.

You have to consciously slow your pace to reclaim your normal stride from all the quickies you’ve been forced to take over the last few months, but it’s difficult to slow your pump hand when it’s felt like forever since you’ve properly touched him or been touched.

But even if you make him cum with only this, Itadori could easily regain himself. His stamina and adrenaline aren’t only saved for battle, and a second or third round was never out of the question, and with Megumi helping, you had no doubt that it’d end up being a long night if you truly wanted, and the way Itadori’s fingers were stroking and stretching your insides, you definitely wanted. Your only regret would be for whoever would have to clean up after you, but that was better saved for thinking about after your trip when your body wasn’t shuddering in Itadori’s strong grasp, and you weren’t panting into each other’s ear like exhausted animals.

Even as you come down from your high, you can’t stop yourself from shaking, and you snivel loudly as your chest fills with air so cold it feels like ice. Only now do you notice how cold you actually are.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s getting cold,” you answer.

It’s Megumi who offers the obvious solution. “Let’s go inside.”

Back against the soft plush of the futon, you stare up towards the ceiling, only to have it blocked out by Megumi hovering above you. His dark hair is still dripping with beads of water that cascades over your cheeks. His fingertips hold steady at your navel, gently brushing at the chill on your skin. However, his touch only re-stirred the yearning in your stomach.

“Still cold? We’ll warm you up.”

His hands wander over you, following from your engorged chest to your quivering legs. Your eyes drift, taking in the sight of him dripping with water, and you shudder with anticipation at the sight of his pulsing cock. You never quite found that focused, tense stare of his more attractive than when he’s looming over you, and his tongue glances over his upper lip as he drinks the sight of you in.

That look tells you exactly what he’s going to do next as he spreads your legs wider and lays his stunning face between your thighs. He already knew where to go for your pleasure, lapping his tongue over your slip without reservations. Slowly, he slides his fingers into you, watching lustfully at the wetness accumulating on his skin every time he thrusts and curls his slender digits into you.

Your purrs encourage him to pointedly stroke and suck at the bead of pleasure centered at the top, but your cry is swiftly swallowed by Itadori. He gropes your breasts while his fingers pinch and prod, running over your peaks until they harden. You break off the kiss, allowing your soft pleas to draw out from your throat as Megumi plots out your innermost being before breaking it all too fast.

Megumi gives Itadori a quick warning to move over before he hooks your legs in his arms.

“Megumi,” you whimper, feeling a bit dizzy as he turns you over onto your hands and knees. You almost whine out his name again, but it’s broken as he squeezes your ass and presses his face to your leaking cunt.

Your eyes trail to Itadori, face half flushed and a hand covering it but the lustful gaze in his eyes as he listens to the sultry breaths leaving your lips gives him straight away. You wrap your hand to the back of his knee, urging him next to you. He’s already halfway to solid again, and you can’t resist muffling yourself with his cock and sinking your mouth over him.

It wasn’t long before you had the familiar sensation of Megumi pressing his cock against your cunt, and your body relaxes and accommodates the stretch of his cock inside of you as Itadori gripped at your hair impatiently.

You missed this feeling—the feeling of Megumi gripping your skin, digging into your hips as he thrusts into you in smooth, rhythmic motions, and Itadori stroking against your tongue, sealing his taste in your mouth as you can barely catch glimpses of him with bleary eyes, watering from the pressure at both ends.

And Itadori moans so prettily as he drags back against your throat, so much that you can feel your walls flutter and you cum gush from the sound alone until you’re barely able to keep yourself up from the heaviness of pleasure coursing in your veins and the twitchiness in your legs.

Your mind goes hazy, and you’re not sure who finishes first in all the haze. You only realize that by the end of it that you feel unbelievably warm inside and out, and your thighs are wet with your and Megumi’s mixed fluids and your lips are stained with Itadori’s cum. You barely find the energy to turn back over as you sniffle from the ache between your legs.

The room smells like musk and sex, and there’s a soft rasp from Itadori as he strokes the remains of stiffness from his cock. And you’re only vaguely aware of Megumi shifting to pull away from you and find a more comfortable position at your side, close enough to drag his lips over your temple.

Everything culminates into a familiarly satisfying filling, only enhanced when you realize that the three of you will actually be able to spend a night in bed together. Fighting back a tired sigh, you settle between the two of them, realizing that all three of you might need more rest than you thought after such a long work period.

Itadori already drapes his arm over you, finding the most comfortable spot against your body to rest his head, never seeming to get enough of being able to touch you.

Megumi is the only one to get up from the tired pile of tangled bodies. Probably to piss, you think as you watch him head to the bathroom. He returns with a cloth in hand and sits back down next to you.

“Here,” he murmurs, hand drawing between your legs to wipe away the last of his cum from your legs, delicate and slow as his head presses against your shoulder so he can easily watch every move that has you mumbling quiet thanks.

It’s not even 30 minutes later, and Itadori has already fallen asleep, his head snuggled against your chest, arm slung lazily across your stomach with a peaceful look on his face. His snoring is slightly too loud in the quiet of the room. His hair is soft though, perfect to run your fingers through.

Megumi is curled on his side, face facing yours, his eyes fluttering in failed attempts to go to sleep, and his feet nudging you with cold when they occasionally cross the gap between you.

“Having trouble sleeping?” you ask.

“Mm…just thinking,” he answers.

“About what?” you whisper in an attempt to not wake the man sleeping so soundly against you.

“About how long until we can do something like this again,” he answers. You understand exactly what he means. You didn’t want to have to return back to work after all this.

“Well, your birthday is next, isn’t it?” you answer with a hopeful smile. “Maybe we can set you up with a spa day, too. Get your nails done.”

“You better not,” he grumpily mumbles. “I hate those places.” The only time he was fond of anyone touching them was when you or Itadori would grab onto him or when he had his fingers coaxing you open or wrapped around Itadori’s cock until he got one of you to whine like a good puppy.

And it makes you antsy to wonder if you’d be able to continue where you left off in the morning. Until then, you wanted to spend just a little longer enjoying each other just a little longer before bed.

“Megumi,” you call out, beckoning for his attention as you stretch out to him, “You’re too far away.”

He hesitates for a moment before shuffling closer to you. “Do you want it like this?” he asks as he slides an arm under your head so you can lean into him.

“Mhm. This is perfect,” you whisper, lulling yourself to sleep to the rhythm of Megumi’s heart and the warmth of Itadori’s body against yours.

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