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[endogyny]

lined some more traditional doodles

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no strings attached – genji shimada

NSFW!!! MINORS DNI!!!!

a/n: hello, first post on my new blog >:3 this note is gonna be long and ramble-y so feel free to skip it. to begin with, everything about this fic was unplanned. i never planned on my first post here being overwatch related, nor did i plan on it being porn, but here we are with overwatch porn. and then, i was only trying to write a short 1-2k word valentine's day smut, but it is 2 days after valentine's and this fic is 5.5k words long with layers like a cake. this is the first thing i've written for overwatch, and also the first smut i've written in 2 years, so i may be rusty. i hope you enjoy it anyway.

word count: 5.5k

tags/summary: porn with plot (kind of), mild angst?, idiots in love. you invite genji over, hoping that having sex with him would help you get over the annoying feelings you have for him. that doesn't happen for you.

warnings: no pronouns used for reader, female genitalia is vaguely described tho, unprotected sex

edited to add: this fic is now on my ao3 as well! thanks to @smol-dragon for reminding me :3

"damn it. fuck."

you lock your phone and squeeze your eyelids shut, forcing the screen out of your vision, and throw your head back against the pillow in frustration. this is so, so stupid, you tell yourself, and it is stupid, yet you can't let it go.

you were an adult– you shouldn't be having inner turmoil about how you wanted to have sex with someone. it wasn't anything you hadn't done before, but for some reason, it was suddenly impossible to navigate.

"damn you, genji," you mutter, slapping one of your hands against your forehead.

this was all his fault. you'd never felt the urge to have sex with a coworker, honestly, the thought had never even crossed your mind... or at least, that was true until you met genji. you ignored your attraction to the cyborg at first– sure, he was nice to look at and had an alluring air of danger about him, but he was no different from cassidy in that regard. you figured whatever attraction you had to him would quickly dissipate into nothing, as it did with the cowboy, but to your dismay, it only grew stronger.

at first, you found yourself admiring the intricacy of his cybernetic body parts, and then his combat style. then, you found yourself staring at him for much longer, entranced by his form and the way he spoke.

genji himself did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your newly-contracted disease. in fact, it almost seemed that he intentionally made it worse. he'd jump to your aid in combat, ghost his fingers across you in passing, and you caught him casting you lingering glances, though you could never tell what thoughts were going on behind his actions.

you told yourself it was probably nothing, that you were being delusional and trying to convince yourself that your crush (if you could call it that) was reciprocated. you were almost successful in convincing yourself to let it go, but the interaction between the two of you today not only reignited your thoughts of him, but intensified them.

genji had been in one of the sparring ranges at headquarters, dutifully practicing his aim, though you didn't really think it was necessary. you were observing, over-exaggerating your interest in his technique as an excuse to be around him, and offhandedly made a comment about wishing you could use a sword.

"i'd be happy to teach you," genji had replied.

you jumped at the offer, but severely overestimated yourself in terms of your sword-wielding capabilities. it looked easy, but maybe that was just because you'd only ever seen genji do it, and he made it seem effortless. after failing miserably, you were ready to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment, but genji seemed determined to teach you.

he'd walked up behind you, using one hand to correct your posture, and the other to guide your hands into the correct position along the sword's hilt. you were almost literally on fire underneath his touch, and it was suddenly very difficult to focus on what you were doing.

"i think this might be a waste of time," you'd commented, staring down intently at the sword in your hands so genji couldn't see how red your face was. "i'm afraid i may be a difficult person to teach."

"i'll gladly teach you about anything you want to learn," genji said, standing entirely too close to you with his hands on your shoulder and wrist. "no matter how difficult you may be."

(y/n.exe has stopped working.)

you stared back at him, wide-eyed, with every functional part of your brain failing you. fortunately for you, your phone rang, interrupting the uncomfortable sexual tension that had suddenly filled the room. mercy was calling, requesting your help with something 'important'. after pretending you were really sorry for leaving so abruptly, you practically ran out of the room, silently thanking the doctor for calling you at the best possible time and giving you a get-out-of-jail free card.

you sat through the tactical meeting with mercy and tracer, though you had absolutely no helpful feedback to offer. your mind was fixed on genji the entire time, and your skin still felt hot from where his hands had been. i really need to get laid, you thought, this is pathetic.

now, even though it was hours later, you were still in the same predicament. try as you might, your brain absolutely refused to focus on anything or anyone besides genji. your television had long since blurred into background noise, bits and pieces of some stupid rom-com becoming the soundtrack to your turmoil.

maybe i should just text him... you think, for the millionth time. it was easy, or at least, it should have been easy. finding someone to screw wasn't usually this difficult for you, and you usually didn't care one way or another, but the thought of genji rejecting you was terrifying. even worse was the thought of having to see him again afterwards.

your mind goes back to the sparring range, and you swallow harshly. 'desperate' was never a word you'd use to describe yourself before, but now... when it came to genji, it was kind of an understatement.

"fuck it," you say aloud, swallowing your pride and unlocking your phone.

- hey. are you busy?

he starts typing immediately. how scary.

- i am not. do you need something?

- kind of. i have... a question.

"i am such a fucking loser," you mutter as you watch genji's text bubble appear on the screen.

- what is it?

suddenly, you didn't want to ask anymore. maybe you could go out for drinks with cassidy instead of doing this. you stare blankly at the screen for a while.

- ???

- actually, nevermind. it's embarrassing.

- surely no worse than your attempt at swordsmanship?

- sorry, that was a joke.

- wow, okay. definitely not asking now :'(

- come on.

- okay. do you wanna...

- have sex? with me?

you watch in horror as he starts typing, then stops, then starts again.

- are you serious?

- that is entirely dependent on your answer.

- why... are you asking me?

- i don't know how to answer that.

- i'm definitely taking that as a no.

- i didn't say that.

- well, you didn't say yes either...

- i'm not sure i understand what you're getting at here

- not sure what you mean by that. i'm just asking to have sex

- for the record, i'm not expecting you to be my boyfriend or anything

- just a one time thing. no strings attached

- no strings attached? lol

- okay

okay? okay? what the hell was 'okay' supposed to mean?

- are you there?

- yes. an answer?

- if you're gonna say no i'd like to go ahead and get it over with so that i can go get drunk enough to forget my shame lmao

- that won't be necessary.

- the answer is yes. obviously

your heart almost stops beating for a second. surely this, too, was a joke.

- seriously? like... actually?

- ...

- yes?

- wow! unexpected.

- are you free? like... tonight, maybe?

- i'll be there. 20 minutes?

twenty minutes? was that enough time to prepare? you immediately scramble out of bed to your dresser, searching for something risqué to wear. you owned an obscene amount of lingerie, but for some reason, none of it seemed good enough for the occasion.

you knew enough about genji's past to know that he'd been with more than his fair share of people, and though you weren't inexperienced by any means, it had been a while– most of your time had been dedicated to overwatch lately. you were sure that the names and faces of genji's old lovers blurred together, and although you specifically said 'no strings attached', you wanted to make the best possible impression. even if you never slept together again, you wanted to be memorable, at the very least.

eventually, you realize you're running short on time and opt to put on your personal favorite set. it had never steered you wrong before. you quickly change into it and throw on an oversized hoodie with some random game logo on it– very basic, you noted, but you didn't want to look like you were trying too hard, although you definitely were.

after checking the time, you wander aimlessly around the house waiting for genji to arrive. you definitely weren't nervously pacing from room to room, overanalyzing every aspect of this situation– no, that is not at all what you were doing. before long, you hear a knock at the door. your anxiety spikes through the roof, but you do your best to get a hold of yourself as you walk to the foyer to let genji in.

when you open the door, you see genji, as expected, and he looks the same as always. there was nothing special about his outfit (because why would there be?) and you're very glad you didn't decide to wear something over-the-top. he's also wearing a mask, as usual, but you can actually see his eyes with this one.

"i like your shirt," he says casually. "good game."

you blink at him, having been completely lost in the crimson pools of his irises.

"oh, yeah, it is," you reply, nodding in affirmation. "um, come inside."

he laughs quietly as he steps through the doorway, and you furrow your brows at him in confusion, but decide to ignore it and move on. you lead genji through the house, mentally grasping for straws as to where to go from here. to be honest, you didn't think you'd get this far, so you're at a complete loss.

"sorry, i feel like this feels really weird. i don't usually... sleep with my coworkers," you explain as you reach the bedroom.

genji's eyes are fixed on you, and despite having a clear view of them, you still can't tell what he's thinking. it proves to be very anxiety-inducing.

"i didn't think you did," he says.

"thanks? i think?" you reply, unsure of how else to react. "i'm going to warn you that this might actually go really, really badly, because i haven't slept with anyone in a while, and you kind of make me really nervous, and i also don't–"

you're cut off by genji moving closer to you and moving his hand towards your face. the action causes your words to vanish and your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. you stare at him with wide eyes as he moves a stray strand of hair from your face and brushes it behind your ear.

"i make you nervous?" he asks, an amused tone to his question. "you? nervous?"

you can feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you're hyper-aware of his hand lingering near your face, but despite this you try your best to sound cool. "yeah, i know, it's pretty hard to believe! but it's true."

genji laughs. "you're funny."

"i am?"

"yeah," he replies. his dark eyes are sparkling a bit, and although you can't see it, you can tell that he's smiling beneath the mask.

you look away from his face, your gaze falling to his hand. it's still in the air, close enough to your cheek that you can feel the warmth, but not quite touching you. he seems... strangely hesitant to touch you, so you decide to take the initiative.

genji's eyes widen a bit as you reach out and cup his face, brushing your thumb across the sleek metal of his mask.

"are you planning to keep this on?" you ask.

genji freezes in place, visibly caught off guard by your question. "i–"

you giggle at his reaction. "hey, no pressure. it doesn't matter to me. i'll still think you're hot either way."

"i fear you'll change your mind about that," he mutters.

you frown, unsure of what to say. "there really isn't anything that could make me change my mind about you, genji. but seriously, do whatever you're comfortable with."

he makes a quiet noise in response, and you can see in his eyes that he's thinking carefully about what to do. after a few seconds of silence, he holds your wrist and moves it away with one hand, then carefully removes his mask with the other. you can't help but stare, not only because you're surprised that he actually chose to remove his mask, but because he's even better looking than you had imagined– scars and all.

he looks at you, eyes filled with uncertainty, and clearly a bit uncomfortable.

"you're staring. sorry to disappoint. i can put it back on, if you'd prefer..." he says quietly, as if he's ashamed. it's sad, enough so to distract you from your mission of keeping things clean and simple.

you shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, staring up at him with a reassuring smile. "i'd prefer if you didn't, actually. i can't believe you didn't tell me you were so good-looking underneath that mask."

"i... don't think that's a term i'd use. not anymore, at least," he says, not meeting your gaze. "but i'm glad that you think so."

genji hesitantly puts his hands on your hips, his eyes fixed on the logo on your hoodie. he doesn't seem to know how to react to your compliments, but there's a shy smile on his face nonetheless.

"i mean, i thought you were hot enough before. it never occurred to me that you could manage to be even hotter," you tell him with a smirk.

he looks up at you, blushing profusely, and you're filled with a sense of satisfaction. "i, um, didn't realize you felt so strongly about me."

you look away, deciding to ignore that comment, and begin to trail one of your hands from his neck to his collarbone, then down his abdomen, which was unfortunately covered by his clothes.

"well, the mask is off. that's one thing down," you say, toying with the hem of his hoodie. "just a few more to go."

genji doesn't hesitate to reach down and tug off the hoodie, discarding it on the floor. he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and he also wasn't wearing his usual metal plating. his right arm and part of his right upper torso are still made of flesh, as well as most of his midsection. the left side of his body is cybernetic, but it ends just above his hips. you find yourself staring at the intricate and seamless fusion of metal and muscle, your attention focusing in on the sharp outline of his hip bones.

a question pops into your head, but you don't have the audacity to say it out loud– is his dick cybernetic? the thought had never occurred to you before, but you also had never seen just how much of him was still made of skin and bone. honestly, it didn't matter to you either way, but it was an interesting thought. guess i'll find out soon, you think.

genji is staring at you with a strange look on his face, and you're suddenly worried you may have said something out loud.

"something wrong?" he asks. "you look... confused."

"i do?" you ask, surprised. "i was just... curious. about the cybernetic stuff. i've never really seen it up close."

"i see."

you walk over to the bed and climb on top of it, beckoning genji over to you. he follows, but stands still beside you.

"come here," you say, reaching for his hand. "i want a closer look."

he smirks and nods, quickly climbing into the bed and positioning himself on his knees between your legs. you trace the outline of his abs, running your fingers along the border of skin and metal, taking in every detail, and then you realize that he's staring at you again.

"what?" you ask.

"you're overdressed," he says. "i want to look at you, too."

"oh," you pause, realizing that you were in fact still (mostly) fully clothed. "you can take the hoodie off."

genji's hands immediately move to pull at your top. you reposition yourself to make it easier, and you watch as he tosses it into the now-growing pile on the floor alongside his own jacket.

you can hear his breathing grow shallow, and you look back up at him nervously. he's staring down at you with wide, dark eyes, with his hands clenched into fists atop his thighs.

"damn," he breathes. "you're... really the most attractive person i've met."

it's not as though you had notably low self-esteem or anything, but genji's reaction was far more than you expected, and the attention makes you feel embarrassed.

"that definitely feels like flattery, but i'll let it slide," you reply. you're mostly teasing him, but you're also kind of serious– 'most attractive person i've met' is an extremely bold statement to make, especially coming from someone with a track record like genji's.

"flattery? you really think so?" genji asks, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the accusation.

"mm, it doesn't really matter," you reply, desperate to cut this conversation off before it derails. come on, y/n do not get your feelings involved in this, damn it.

genji leans over you, propping himself up with one arm and lifting your chin with the other. he stares at you with an intimidating intensity, but you can't bring yourself look away from him.

"i'm not that kind of man anymore," he says, his tone serious. you look down at his lips, and before you can form a response, he kisses you.

the kiss is just as intense as the stare he'd been giving you, and it takes a moment for you to register that it's even happening. once you kiss him back, it grows into something more needy. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you try your hardest to suppress a whine. you reach to tangle your fingers in his hair and subtly pull his body closer to yours, while genji cups your face with his free hand, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your cheeks.

the kiss seems to go on forever, progressively becoming more sensual. you're so lost in the moment that you temporarily forget that you need to breathe. eventually, both of you pull away for air, lips slightly puffed, and eyes half-open, filled with desire.

you press one of your hands against genji's chest, the other still toying with his hair. he's slumped against you, now leaning against his elbow instead of his hand. your body is flush against his, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against you. you softly grind your hips against him, creating just enough friction to cause you both to inhale sharply.

genji looks down at you, his eyes slowly grazing over your body. he sits up, leaning back on his haunches, looking as though he was deep in thought.

"genji?"

your voice doesn't draw his attention back to your face, but he responds, brows still furrowed. "yeah?"

"touch me," you tell him, almost begging. "please."

he smirks. "sure."

he leans back over you, his face so close to yours that you can see every detail of the scars that paint his skin. the two of you stare into each others eyes, and he pushes your underwear aside without even glancing down. his human hand cups your face, and the metal one assumes its position between your legs.

the sensation of cool, smooth metal against your clit elicits a gasp from you, and genji seems hesitant. he draws his hand back, staring down at it with a forlorn expression.

"sorry," he says. "i... kind of forgot."

you reach for his wrist and pull his hand back to where it had been, shaking your head.

"no, it's fine. you don't need to apologize," you tell him. he still looks unsure, but he doesn't argue.

genji toys with your clit with expert precision, and as much as you enjoy it, your patience starts to wane. as if he can tell, he directs his attention elsewhere, carefully and almost hesitantly inserting two of his fingers into you. you whimper at the feeling, clenching around the unfamiliar texture. it's an entirely new feeling– putting metal there was never something you thought to do, nor did you ever really imagine what it would feel like– but it's good. it's obvious that genji is worried he'll hurt you, or that you won't like it, and you have what you hope will be an easy solution to his concerns.

you bite your lip, looking up at him with your best 'fuck me' eyes, and let go of the restraint you were trying to show. you didn't want to look desperate, but clearly he needed more reassurance that you wanted this– that you wanted him. a string of swear words, interrupted by panting and lewd noises, leaves your mouth, and you rut your hips against his hand, urging him to go deeper.

it seems to work. the dark look that was lingering on genji's face was replaced with a spark, and his movements become more free, no longer limited by the shackles of his insecurity. his well-earned confidence starts to shine through, and you smile in satisfaction, but only for a moment. with genji now seemingly returned to his former playboy glory, you find yourself unable to think straight, too busy writhing under his touch, crying out his name and clenching at the sheets.

"i could get used to hearing you say my name like that," genji comments, a teasing grin on his face.

oh god, please shut up, you think. it was almost as if he wanted you to fall in love with him or something, which was definitely not a part of your plan– in fact, it was the exact opposite of what you wanted.

"don't... say– fuck," you want to tell him not to say things like that, but you're overwhelmed with the feeling of your fast-approaching orgasm. what unfortunate timing. "gonna cum."

genji picks up the pace, unable to decide if he wants to look at your face or at his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you. you attempt to clench your thighs together, though genji's body blocks the action, and as you come undone, he decides the best thing for him to look at is your expression.

you squirm beneath genji, eyes squeezed shuts and knuckles turning white from the force with which you're grasping at your bedsheets. he watches carefully, taking in every minute detail of the way you look when you cum, while still fucking his fingers into you as you ride out the high of your orgasm. once you still, he slides his fingers out, the matte grey now slick and shiny. you open your eyes just in time to watch him pop his fingers in his mouth. he looks back at you through half-lidded eyes, a devious smirk on his face as he watches your already blown-out pupils widen at his actions. to add icing to the cake, he licks his lips, and suddenly you think 'wow, i'd let him do anything to me'.

"god," you mutter, shifting awkwardly. you were trying to rub your thighs together at the thoughts coursing through your mind, but genji was in the way.

you trail your eyes along his body, coming to a halt at the bulge in his joggers. you reach for the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to the middle of his thigh, but the position he was sitting in prevented you from getting them any further. genji climbs off of the mattress and yanks his pants and boxers off himself, then proceeds to do the same with your underwear. the intensity of the hunger between the two of you was so thick it was almost physical, and you can't pull your eyes away from him.

to your surprise, his dick was made of flesh. not that you had any complaints either way– it was just unexpected. you take a moment to admire him, then reach out to pull him back into the bed with you. genji resumes his position between your legs, lifting them up so that your knees are at your chest. the two of you both look down, watching in anticipation as he slides inside of you. he slowly pushes himself in farther, continuing until he bottoms out.

you both moan, almost in sync, at the sensation, and make eye contact again. genji positions his arms on either side of your head and touches his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes, as you dig your nails into his shoulder. one of your hands finds its way back to his hair, gently tugging at the spiky black tufts, keeping him as close to you as you could.

it doesn't take long for genji to find a good rhythm, his thrusts deep and and on the slower side. each movement coaxes noises out of you– his name, mostly, but a few mewls and downright pornographic-sounding moans as well. he kisses you again, lustful and passionate, and slides his hand into your hair to cradle your head. he pulls away, trailing kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, a few of which will surely leave some faint marks. you're not worried about that though– the only person who'd have the gall to comment on it was cassidy, anyways.

"you sound so pretty," he mumbles into your neck.

your breath catches in your throat at his words, and your grip on his hair tightens slightly. he sounded so so hot, it sent a shiver down your spine. "mm," is the only response you can manage.

one particular thrust hits perfectly, and you short-circuit, digging your nails deep into genji's shoulder and whimpering his name. he lifts his head to look you in the eye, his eyes honing in on your lips. his movement becomes more insistent, and he kisses you again, muffling your moans.

for the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room were that of your needy whines, genji's panting and occasional grunts, and the soft skin-on-skin contact. genji was surprisingly much more gentle than you'd anticipated, affection dripping from every action. it was enough to make you start to feel a bit of regret about the whole 'one time only' spiel, but you couldn't really focus on that when he was looking at you, and touching you, and fucking you the way he was.

with the stimulation of genji inside of you, and the way he was purring praise and sweet nothings into your ear in between the barrage of kisses, it didn't take long for you feel your climax coming up. from the way genji was beginning to become more shaky and haphazard in his movements, you could tell the same was true for him.

"genji," you whisper. "i'm gonna cum."

he hums in response, furrowing his brow. "me too."

a few seconds of silence pass, and then genji looks... lost. "uh, where should i...?"

"wherever you want," you say, not really thinking. 'inside' was the first thing that came to mind, but that felt weird to say. was it weird to ask your coworker cum inside you? yeah, probably, but it couldn't be any weirder than the fact that you were having such intimate, needy sex with your coworker in the first place, right?

genji slows down and looks at you with wide eyes. "what? no preference?"

"um, i mean," you cut yourself off, biting your lip to suppress a moan. "i was gonna say inside, but like... up to you."

"are you serious? you want me to..."

so it was weird, you think, instantly regretting that you spoke. "do whatever you want."

genji stops moving, and you let out a pitiful involuntary whine.

"i'm asking, what do you want?"

does he want me to spell it out for him? you wonder. fuck it.

"i... want you to cum in me, genji," you say, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. you ignore the fact that your cheeks are almost literally burning, and also opt to ignore the little voice in your head chastising you for being so awkward.

a choked noise escapes him, and his face turns pink. he promptly hides himself in the crook of your neck again. after a few more thrusts, you can feel the burning pleasure of your orgasm reaching its peak, prompting you to cling tightly to genji. he leans back to watch, and as you clench around him, he loses his composure as well. a soft chorus of each others' names and 'fuck' fills the room as genji fucks you through your orgasm, neither of you breaking eye contact. genji leans in for another kiss as he cums. this time is somehow even more passionate than the others, and you immediately miss him when he leans back and pulls out.

you almost let an 'i love you' slip out, but immediately realize how stupid that would be, and opt to just shut your mouth entirely instead. a silence falls over the room, with the both of you breathing heavily and casting shy glances at one another as if you didn't just have passionate, unprotected sex. genji moves first, sliding into the bed beside you and propping his head up on his hand.

this is definitely going beyond what this was supposed to be, you tell yourself, but really, you're not mad about it. sure, the plan was originally for you guys to have meaningless sex and then pretend it never happened, but that plan started to crumble almost as soon as he walked through your door. you were still worried that you were reading too far into it– maybe he was like this with everyone he slept with.

"can i... be honest with you?" he asks. you nervously look over at him, an overwhelming sense of dread filling your stomach.

"yeah, of course," you reply casually. acting calm and collected when you were pretty sure you were about to hear something you really didn't want to hear was a trait you'd quickly adapted as an overwatch agent, and damn, were you thankful for it right now.

"i... haven't been with anyone in a long time," he admits. "like... since the accident."

you stay quiet. you're unsure of what to say, and you can tell he's not done talking, anyway.

"i couldn't fathom anyone wanting to be with me, considering... you know," genji sighs and averts his eyes. "i've liked you for so long, but i didn't think you'd be interested in me at all. i'm... barely even human."

you're still quiet, trying your best to process what he's saying.

"oh, yeah, sorry. i know you said this was a one time thing, and that's fine. i just thought you should know that you treating me like a person... and making me feel wanted... it means a lot," he continues. "even if it was just sex, i enjoy being around you."

"i'm... really in over my head," you mutter, mostly to yourself. "this is really unexpected, honestly. like, all of it. everything."

genji's face falls, and you realize that you misspoke. he shifts uncomfortably and starts to sit up, obviously preparing to leave. you reach for his arm, wrapping your hand carefully around the metal.

"not unwelcome, just unexpected. i... didn't want to get feelings involved because i was sure they wouldn't be returned," you explain. "you seemed kind of unapproachable. i was taking a shot in the dark."

genji laughs a little. "i seem to give that impression. it's not really the case... or at least, not with you."

you gently pull him back to your side, holding his face in your hands and giving him a quick kiss. you can't find the words to convey the emotions you feel, so you hope that touch would suffice. he presses his forehead against yours and wraps an arm around your waist, and the two of you just lay there, basking in each others' presence. this was... an unplanned turn of events, but you were much happier with this outcome.

"hmm. so much for the whole 'no strings attached' thing, huh?" you say quietly. "looks like there's definitely strings. lots of them."

genji laughs again, and you find your heart skipping a beat at the look on his face. yeah, there were so many strings tethering this man to your heart. you wanted to tell yourself that weren't sure how exactly you ended up like this, but the moment you saw him take off his mask and show you his most well-kept secret, you knew there was much more than sexual attraction there, and that there was no going back.

"thank you," genji says, pulling you out of your trance. "for... overlooking my flaws, liking me as i am. you're truly the most beautiful person i know."

you smile at him, feeling your heart quite literally melt at the way he's looking at you.

"you're beautiful, genji," you tell him. and he was. the scars and metal that made up his body weren't flaws– they were a part of him, therefore they were beautiful, too. they weren't something you had to overlook to find him captivating, but you'd tell him all about that at another time.

[egcdeath]

facing the music

pairing: joel miller x reader (pairing from the soccer parents au, but can be read as a stand-alone)

summary: joel’s got a secret. you’re determined to figure it out. 

word count: 4.4k

warnings: mentions of cheating and insecurities around cheating (but no actual cheating), joel is being a little suspicious, joel in his musician era, a bit of arguing, angst, fluffy at the end, au: no apocalypse, very lightly edited

author’s note: thank you all so much for 2k followers!! i hope you enjoy this fic! comments and feedback are always appreciated :)

It started when you noticed that Joel was becoming a little more distant than what was normal for him. Sometimes, you’d ask what his plans for the day were over breakfast, and you’d receive an oddly short and stuttered out response, as if he had to think of a quick lie on the spot. Others, you’d ask if you and Chloe could stay the night—something that was typically a yes without hesitation and was asked as more of a courtesy than anything else—but the amount of days he wanted you over was beginning to dwindle more and more, making it obvious to you that he did not want you over for some reason.  

Which was fine. Maybe Joel just wanted some space from you. Except, then the amount of doubles he needed to work suspiciously began to grow exponentially. Now, you may not have been super familiar with contracting, but some extensive Reddit research had told you that it wasn’t exactly peak contracting season. Besides, there were only so many homes in the surrounding area, and only so many pools that needed to be dug, or decks that needed to be built. 

But the final nail in the coffin were the suspiciously late hours that Joel began to come home on the rare occasion that he actually allowed you to stay. In the past, even when he’d worked long shifts, he was typically back before ten in the evening. You could probably count the days on one hand that he’d been home before that time within the past month.

Despite how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, his behavior was clearly a little odd and unsettling. You had been trying your best to let go of some of your past relationship hang ups, and you’d said it a thousand times to your friends, your parents, or really whoever would listen—Joel was nothing like Nathan. You really had nothing to worry about. He would never purposefully deceive you. 

Except with every passing day, it was becoming more and more obvious that Joel was definitely keeping something from you. The new and odd behaviors, the weird change in work schedule, and the late hours all told you that much. As much as you tried to fight it, you’d be a fool not to even question what exactly it was that was causing this rather suspicious behavior.

Obviously, you needed to investigate Joel and his whereabouts somehow. If he wouldn’t be direct about what he was doing, you would simply figure it out yourself. You could always call off sick and follow him around for the day to see if he really was just going through an odd period, or if he actually had something to hide. 

But before you began your investigation, you wanted to give your partner a proper chance to be honest; to let him get anything he needed to get off his chest to you. That reasoning was how you ended up alone in Joel’s bed, binge watching a shitty reality TV show to keep you awake until his door finally cracked open at a staggering three o’clock in the morning. How you even managed to stay awake this late was somewhat of a miracle, but you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and prepared yourself for the interrogation you’d been rehearsing in your head all night.

Joel jumped with a start as he stumbled across you, wide awake in his bed with your laptop on your lap. He was quite obviously not expecting you to be in his room at this hour, let alone awake and seemingly waiting for him. 

“Shit,” he gasped out, clearly more than a little startled by your presence. “I thought you were coming over tomorrow. How’d you get in the house?”

“You gave me a copy of your house keys, remember?” you closed your laptop and set it on your bedside table, reminding yourself to stay cool and calculated in this interaction. “Tommy called to see if I could pick Sarah up, so I spent the evening here.”

“Right. Sorry, I forgot. It’s late. I’m just tired,” he explained, closing the door behind him and beginning to shed some of his clothing. You found the flannel and jeans to be an interesting choice— too uncomfortable for work, just casual enough for a date. Suspicious. “Why are you still up?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied, fighting away a yawn that would show just how tired you really were as you laid back onto your pillows. “What are you doing back here so late?”

Joel shrugged, looking off to the side as if he didn’t want to make eye contact with you. He had never been a particularly good liar, and it was becoming clear to you that he hadn’t thought through what he would tell you in the event that he was caught coming home so late. 

Probably because he’d gotten away with it so many times before, a thought you hadn’t had since Nathan remarked. You had willingly stayed in the dark for far too long with him. You wouldn’t make that same mistake in this relationship, too. 

“Some of the guys wanted to go get drinks after work,” he explained, busying himself with bringing his clothes to the hamper and searching for pajamas rather than looking at you. 

“Wow. You guys were out for a while then,” you smiled despite not really believing the explanation. Not yet wanting to give away how little you believed him, you lifted the duvet up and gestured at it once he finally turned back to look at you. “You coming to bed?”

“Yeah, just give me one sec,” he said, hurrying off to the bathroom and doing god-knows-what in there. The insecure, angry part of yourself that you’d repressed since your divorce wondered if he was attempting to rinse off the smell of another woman, but the logical side of you reasoned that he was probably just freshening up before getting into bed. 

You couldn’t exactly place how you felt. Obviously, Joel had lied to you about his whereabouts, and you certainly were uncomfortable because of that, but you weren’t quite sure that it was time for you to start feeling betrayed just yet. 

You tried not to stew in your feelings for too long, as Joel still had time to tell you the truth. Maybe he’d had a change of heart in the bathroom, and he would step out of that shower as a new man. You certainly hoped so as he came back out from his en-suite, hitting the lamp on his bedside table before getting into bed next to you. 

Joel was quick to wrap you in an embrace, clearly eager for a bit of cuddling before the two of you went to sleep. He buried his nose into your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as he melted into you like so many times before. Even when you were feeling suspicious of him, you couldn’t deny how feeling him slot against you like a puzzle piece always made your heart flutter.

But you couldn’t get distracted now. Based on how Joel’s breaths were beginning to slow down next to you, your window of time for getting an answer about his late-night whereabouts was quickly shrinking. 

“Honey?” you began, reaching up to thread your fingers through the hand he was currently laying on you. 

“Mhm,” he replied groggily, clearly quite sleepy after being up this late, doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

“Is there anything you wanna tell me?” you asked deceptively softly, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

“No,” there was an alertness in his tone as he responded far too quickly for your liking. Your question clearly caught him off guard and pulled him away from a sleep that had been rapidly grasping at him.

You were no idiot. Joel obviously knew what you were onto, but wanted to play dumb. Fine. That was totally fine. You could give him a hint, and maybe, just maybe, he would be honest with you. 

“Not even why you were really out this late?” you pressed, your voice artificially sweet. 

Unlike your previous question, this one gave him a bit of pause. You and Joel both knew he needed to consider his next words very carefully. 

“No,” he said once more after he seemed to have collected his thoughts.

“Okay,” you simply acknowledged, allowing Joel to snuggle back into your back as if he hadn’t said anything wrong at all. After a beat, you dropped his hand, then you shifted away from Joel just the slightest bit. He readjusted himself, inching himself closer to you to compensate for the loss of skin-on-skin contact between the two of you. You moved yourself away once more, and Joel once again followed, seemingly not getting the message in his half-asleep state. 

As you scooted away, the soft simmer of your frustration began to turn into what was more of a rolling boil of anger. Joel had the audacity to lie to you after you had given him not one, but two opportunities to tell you the truth, then proceed to cuddle up to you like nothing happened after you repeatedly moved away. That anger led you to abruptly pop out of bed, your breathing picking up as your body and mind prepared you for the argument that was sure to ensue. 

“What’re you doing?” Joel asked groggily, clearly half-asleep once again. 

“Leaving,” you replied brusquely, grabbing two pillows from your side of the bed and beginning to tug away the blanket folded up at the foot of Joel’s bed. 

“What?” he questioned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he watched a very angry you snatch away the blanket at his feet. 

“Goodnight, Joel. Let me know if you’re ready to be honest in the morning,” you huffed, not even letting him get a word in as you left the room. 

You spent the night curled up in Joel’s living room loveseat, grateful that both of your children were leaving for the weekend in the morning and wouldn’t have to face the fallout of whatever the fuck was going on between the two of you. 

It was almost jarring how much this night was reminding you of how you felt in your previous relationship, so much so that when you dreamt of the chaos that was your past, you weren’t too surprised. Although, you were quite drained. 

In the morning, your back was killing you almost as much as your brain was. You hated being mad at Joel, but you put on a brave face as you got both Sarah and Chloe out the door, playing off your rough night on the couch as a mild bout of insomnia. 

By the time that it was just you and Joel alone, you had already proven by your cold shoulder and silent treatment that you were completely uninterested in interacting with your partner at the moment. You were rightfully pissed. You were pissed as you scrambled eggs (making sure to get a bit of eggshell in Joel’s batch), and you were pissed as you sat down at the table with a warm mug of coffee in hand. 

Joel called your name, catching your attention, but not urging you to look up or even really acknowledge his existence in any meaningful way. “I don’t want to fight,” he pleaded with you. 

“Good thing we’re not fighting,” you replied, looking back down at your phone as you sipped your coffee—a drink that tasted as bitter as you were feeling. 

“But you’re angry at me,” he reasoned, making a beeline from the kitchen to the table. 

“Mmm,” you hummed neutrally, not explicitly agreeing or disagreeing, but acknowledging that he spoke. 

“How can I fix this?” he asked, settling down in the seat next to you and attempting to lower the device in his hands so you could focus on him. He said your name softly then repeated, “How can I fix this?” with a sense of genuineness that made you want to forget you were ever mad in the first place. 

“You can tell me what you’ve been doing that makes you come back home at four in the morning,” you parroted his tone in an almost mocking way. Sure, it was a little mean, but you were beyond frustrated. Joel had accidentally played into one of your biggest insecurities in a relationship, and he didn’t even get why you were so upset. 

Joel sighed and looked away, shaking his head just the slightest bit to himself. He hesitated before beginning again, almost as if he wanted to explain himself but couldn’t. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m leaving,” you announced, standing up. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Hey, don’t go,” he practically begged. “Please.”

The desperation in his voice nearly made you reconsider putting your foot down. Knowing how he was sensitive around people leaving and hearing his plea for you to stay almost had you turning around and pulling him into a tight embrace. One that would tell him I promise not going anywhere. But you needed to be strong. You couldn’t just let yourself be mistreated because you loved someone. 

“I’ll come back when you’re ready to be honest with me,” you explained, striking a balance between affirming that you would be back, but being clear that you would only do so under the conditions of trust. “I don’t really think that’s much to ask for.”

“I love you,” he attempted, grabbing the tips of your fingers as you walked away from the kitchen table. 

As much as you wanted to be petty in the moment and not say anything in response, you understood that Joel had some pretty deep seeded issues with abandonment, and that usurped any petty bone in your body. Maybe you’d feel good from the power trip of making him feel exactly what you’d been feeling—and even then, you’d probably feel guilty immediately after—but at the end of the day, he was still your boyfriend, and his only real crime was telling a little white lie. 

“I love you too,” you said earnestly, truly meaning it regardless of how upset you were. “I’ll see you soon.”

You could practically feel the big brown puppy dog eyes boring into your back as you walked off, but you willed yourself to leave anyway. 

“Wait,” he called out the moment your hand met the doorknob. “I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing. But I’d rather show you than tell you.”

Your interest was thoroughly piqued, and you turned around to look at the man who—like you predicted—directed his mournful puppy dog eyes at you. 

“You’re well within your right to leave. In fact, it’s probably for the best for both of us that you go. Just… Just meet me at the Tipsy Bison tonight at ten, and I swear I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Well, you weren’t going to say no to that, but you did put on a bit of a show as you contemplated telling him if you would or not. “Okay,” you simply agreed, leaving the door swinging behind you. 

Although you played coy before, you were anxious with anticipation of what it was Joel had kept such a secret as the day passed you by. You also found your home to be extremely boring without your child’s endless commentary to keep you occupied or without having Joel by your side to spice up even the most mundane tasks. 

It felt like the span of the day was lasting years as you waited for the clock to approach ten. And as you got ready to head out to the bar, you felt that time somehow found a way to become even slower. 

Regardless of the timeframe Joel gave you and the fact that time seemed to be moving extra slow, you made it a point to arrive at the quaint bar just fashionably late, showing yourself into the bustling building and somehow managing to find an unoccupied booth. 

As expected, it didn’t take you too long to find Joel, his silhouette and body language easy for you to pick out even in the crowded sea of people. Your lips involuntarily quirked up into a smile as you watched Joel grab a drink from the bartender, and your eyes followed the man as he walked away.

Just as quick as your smile came, it dropped, bringing your stomach right along with it as Joel approached a woman. Joel smiled nervously at this mystery woman and she flipped her hair before setting a hand on his back and seemingly ushering him somewhere else. You swore that your heart skipped a beat in the worst way possible. 

There it was. Just like you feared.

So that’s what Joel invited you to see. He wanted to get you right up and personal to watch him have an affair. 

That angry, insecure part of yourself reared its head once more, as you were briefly overcome with a perverse pride that you’d at least correctly guessed that the deception was occurring. But more than anything, you just felt empty inside. Maybe this whole relationship thing just wasn’t for you. 

You needed a drink. 

Once he was gone, you sighed aloud. Was there something fundamentally wrong with you that made every single significant other in your life unsatisfied with you? You looked down at the sticky wood table as you pondered this question, with nothing more than people talking as background noise to your inner turmoil. 

Wait, what kind of bar had no music? You were starting to become more than a little agitated with your whole situation. You were sure your frustration with the bar was more of misplaced anger than anything else, but it felt good to scoff at this stupid little establishment where you found out that your stupid little relationship was ruined. 

Just as you began to pull yourself out of your pity party, and thus out of the booth, you were approached by a mildly frazzled-looking bartender. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, that man over there sent you a drink,” they informed you, gesturing over to a stage (since when did that exist?!) where Joel was setting up a microphone(?!) with the help of that woman from before. Now that you were getting a better look at her, her name tag and lanyard clearly indicated that she was nothing more than staff. 

“Oh, uh, thank you,” you were caught a little off guard by it all; by Joel sending you a drink, by him looking like he was getting ready to perform something for this crowded bar, and by your insecurity ever letting you believe that your Joel, who begged and gave you puppy eyes for you not to leave that very morning, would ever cheat on you. 

Despite your eyes never leaving that stage, the sound of light microphone feedback made you focus a little more on your boyfriend as Joel got settled into an uncomfortable looking stool and began to balance the base of his guitar on his thigh. 

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” he asked as he adjusted the microphone, getting a sort of flat cheer, but a solid whoop from you. No matter how confused you were, you could always be counted on to be a supportive partner. “Good to see some old faces, and some new ones,” you could’ve sworn he looked in your direction when he said that. 

Is this what he’s been up to this entire time? Obviously, he’d been at this bar before, but you wondered if there were others. 

“My name’s Joel, and I’ll be playing some tunes for you tonight. I’ll be taking requests all night—except for requests to get off the stage,” he joked, receiving a little chuckle from the crowd who were clearly just ready to start having music playing again. Getting the memo, Joel began to strum his instrument before heading straight into a song. 

You were pleasantly surprised; you didn’t really know what you expected coming into the bar tonight, but you certainly hadn’t expected to hear Joel performing live in front of a somewhat substantial audience. 

You polished off your drink before moving a little closer to the stage. Based on the way Joel acted when you, Chloe, or Sarah even suggested that he play something for you, you knew that it was taking a lot for him to be up on that stage. You weren’t going to let him stay up there without seeing how great of a job he was doing. 

People swayed and danced along to his covers—the songs just happening to be music you were familiar with through your duets (and occasionally quartets) in the car, or through karaoke nights—but you wormed your way up to the front and grinned at Joel as he sang, his eyes occasionally meeting yours and brightening up with every glance. 

Finally, it seemed like his set was beginning to wrap up. In your opinion, his little concert could have gone on far longer, but you understood that all good things had to come to an end.

“This last song is dedicated to my lovely partner and our amazing kids,” a soft aww could be heard in the bar as he delved right into the next and final song, a song that the two of you were quite familiar with. You had great memories of that song coming on your record player while you washed the dishes, making you drop whatever it was you were doing and dance in the kitchen, a slow but soft sway. More recently, you had convinced Joel to take a bath with you, during which this song played, and he confessed how it always made him think of you. 

Now that you really thought about it, it really was your song, and you felt like your heart was alight as you watched Joel play it, as he looked right at you, an unconcealable smile plastered on his face.

With the song finally wrapped up, and a solid roar of applause once Joel was done, you made it your first priority to find your partner once he finished tearing down his set. 

Joel wasn’t very difficult to locate—he stood back at the bar as a few people came up to him to tell him how great of a job he’d done. You patiently waited for Joel to receive all of his rightfully earned praise before you finally sent him a drink of your own, winking at him once the bartender passed on the message. 

He was quick to come over to you, taking a seat right next to you and smiling at you fondly, still so sickeningly in love despite the argument you’d had with him earlier in the day. 

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, setting a palm on his thigh. “You were great up there,” you gushed, genuinely very impressed with how great his performance was. You knew he was good, but he had clearly become more confident playing in front of others, and it showed in the amazing show he put on that night. 

“Really? You liked it?” Joel practically lit up, seemingly not expecting you to have enjoyed the show that much. 

“Of course I liked it, you dork. Do you not hear me when I tell you how good you are?” by now your negative feelings had mostly dissipated, leaving you comfortable enough to laugh a little as you spoke.

“Well, you’re required to tell me that I’m good. And you’re biased,” he argued. 

“Whatever,” you giggled, stealing a sip of the drink you’d ordered for Joel. “So is this what you’ve been acting all suspicious over?” The question was more rhetorical than anything else, but it would be nice to hear his actual confession. 

“Yeah, I’ve been going to a few open mics around the city for the past month or so” he confessed, looking mildly uncomfortable. “I should’ve just told you. It wasn’t worth nearly sabotaging our entire relationship because I was a little embarrassed.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agreed, bumping your knee against his. “You know, I was starting to think you were having an affair or something-“

“Christ, I would never- Should I be offended? Do you not trust me?” Joel interrupted, clearly a little distressed by you thinking that he would ever put you through something like that. 

“I do trust you, but you would start feeling a little suspicious too if I randomly started acting the way you’ve been acting… Coming home late, making weird excuses that are obviously lies, refusing to be straightforward…” you trailed off, hoping Joel would get the idea. 

“Fine, you’re right,” he conceded. “I’m sorry I acted like that. I should’ve known better after everything you’ve been through,” he apologized, setting a hand on your arm. His apology was clearly accepted by you. If anything, you were more relieved that your relationship was preserved than you were annoyed by his little secret. 

“It’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll invite me to every show you have from now on. And maybe occasionally practice in front of our kids and I too,” you suggested, happy to throw in your own little terms and conditions. 

“You know, a few weeks ago, I probably would’ve said no to both of those things,” he began, looking off a little wistfully. 

“But open mics have changed you for the better?” you finished his sentence, knowing him well enough to figure you knew the direction of his sentence.

“I guess so,” he agreed with a hum. 

“That’s cute,” you commented, being completely truthful with your words. You were glad that Joel had been able to discover a hobby that he enjoyed, and one that had seemingly been helping out with his confidence. 

“You’re cute,” Joel countered, reaching up to cup your cheek in his hand as if he were demonstrating his point.

“You know what’s cuter?” you proposed.

“Hmm?”

“That face you make when you get really focused on hitting the right note,” you replied with a smirk, knowing that regardless of how confident his new hobby was making him, he still squirmed when being complimented.

“Oh, please stop,” he blushed, covering his face in embarrassment as you praised him. 

“Oh no, get used to it. From here on out, I’m gonna be sitting at the front row of every single one of your shows, and giving you play-by-plays of when you look cutest during your sets,” you teased.

“You know what? That might be something I can get used to.”

[bbarnesbby]

Through the back door

Pervy!contractor!Joel Miller x fem!reader

(photos from pinterest, and not an accurate representation of how the reader is perceived in their appearance)

Summary: A fresh faced personal assistant catches Joel’s eye whilst working on his current job, and who can blame him for going after what he wants? Even if it takes some convincing…

Words: 2k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark!Joel Miller, Joel is VERY crude and pervy here, he's also very forward, creepy men, catcalling, groping, coercion, lots of sexual innuendos, but no actual smut, my lil brain knows nothing about construction sites or contractors and it shows<3, my dyslexia lol

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The repetitive click of your heels on the dusty pavement below you seems to be the only thing you can hear over your laboured breathing as you rush to get back to the office building, the place that could only affectionately be described as your own personal hell.

When you'd first gotten the job, the ambiguously labelled title you had been assigned did confuse you at first. However, now as you grip the holder for four coffees in one hand, and a bag carrying a series of different flavoured salads, sandwiches, and kinds of pasta in the other, you realise it was all to cover up what you'd really be.

A bottom-of-the-barrel personal assistant.

The job itself isn't one you would complain about, everyone has got to start somewhere after all, especially coming straight out of college. It's just the assholes you work for that make you long for an escape.

Young men with no degree, making them easily less qualified than you, having the audacity to make requests that must be completed in unrealistic time frames seem to be the bane of your existence. The fact they have the power to do so only down to the fact they have family working the important positions in other branches of the company.

That and the thing hanging between their legs.

Pushing your thoughts of distaste aside, you glance at your wristwatch as you round the last corner of your journey before the building is in sight. You notice you've got a good five minutes before you're eligible for a scolding from your boss and let out a sigh of relief.

But as you get closer to your destination, you notice construction tape seems to have materialised around the walkway to the office building in the fifteen minutes you were gone, men already drilling into the ground you need to walk over to get where you need to be.

As you hurry to the now construction site, you stand for a moment confused, huffing as you look around for anyone who could help you in your predicament.

Your eyes scan a group of men standing by the bed of a pickup truck, presumably talking about their job at hand. You walk along the makeshift fence made up of scuffed traffic cones and more construction tape until you're near enough parallel to the truck, not crossing the tape out of concern you may disrupt whatever's going on.

"Excuse me?" Voice loud enough to be heard but still polite, you gain the attention of a couple of the men, their averted gazes prompting those who didn't initially hear you to look over too. A small but friendly smile pulls at your lips but soon falters when a few of them let out their renditions of low whistles and unsavoury comments towards you.

"You alright, pretty lady?" One of them smirks, dark, invasive eyes giving you a once over as he runs his hand over his dark brown, almost black, hair.

Was this building a magnet for sleazy male stereotypes or something?

"Um, I work here." You stumble over the statement slightly, the discomfort you feel under his penetrative stare affecting your speech as you weakly point at the building behind them.

"Yeah, no shit." The same man darkly chuckles along with a couple of the other workers, eyes raking your form, clad in a blouse and pencil skirt. But you feel you might as well be naked in front of them, stuck there like a deer in headlights as they continue to ogle your body. Before he can make any other comments, he's lightly pushed to the side as another man approaches.

"Shut up, Tommy..." His voice is deep and commanding but has a playful nature behind it, the two of them clearly well acquainted with one another.

He looks to be older than the men around him, broad frame imposing as he comes to where the tape separates you from him. Although, the way he carries himself suggests he's probably in a position where he could do whatever he wanted with the equipment on the site, but have no one to answer to for it.

"How can I help, sweetheart?" He sounds friendly enough but has that dirty, smug look on his face that tells you he's not any better than the men who'd previously been eyeing you like a piece of meat.

Despite the sickly feeling that swirls in the pit of your stomach when looking at him, you realise he's probably your best shot at getting you where you need to be.

"I need to get back in the building," your voice is timid as you try to avoid the burly man's gaze, opting to look back to where men are starting to pull up the concrete slabs that once made up your path back into your workplace. Though the pause after you've spoken prompts you to glance back up at him, catching him looking down the gap between your chest and slightly unbuttoned blouse, "I work here-"

"Yeah, you've said that." he cuts you off with a smirk, taking in your mortified expression before looking over the construction site with a huff. "Well my boys are pretty deep in their work now, and I can't have ya walking through here when we've got equipment running," he gives you another once over, "don't want a pretty girl like you getting hurt, do we?"

He's smiling again, but you see straight through it and tense at the realisation these men will be working here for god knows how long.

"What should I do then?" You ask with furrowed brows, readjusting your hold on the coffees that now uncomfortably weigh down your hand.

"I mean I could carry ya over," he laughs as though it's a joke, but first impressions tell you he'd jump at the opportunity to get his filthy hands on you -- no matter the circumstance, "how bout I take you in the backdoor?"

The way he worded the innuendo didn't fly over your head the way you wish it did, and the combination of his comment and the way he's now running his pink tongue over his bottom lip making you feel sick in multiple ways.

You reluctantly nod, just wanting to get back to work and away from this man. The obnoxious nepo babies that unfairly dominated your field of work suddenly felt like prince charmings in comparison to the man now stepping over the flimsy barrier that once separated you. But as he came that small distance closer, you couldn't help but feel some attraction to his broad frame and tan skin. And those arms...

His slight chuckle pulls you out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping up to meet his leering expression as prickling heat floods your face in embarrassment.

"C'mon, I'm Joel by the way," he tilts his head, gesturing for you to walk in front of him. It's a request you realise most likely has ulterior motives, but you do so anyway after muttering your name in return.

Rounding the corner, you falter for a moment as the cluttered alley comes into view. Your gut instinct is screaming at you to tell Joel that he can fuck right off back to wherever he came from, but you figure that would cause more commotion than the slim possibility he'd try anything in broad daylight.

But as you carry on down the alley and squeeze past a particularly cluttered area of multiple dumpsters and bins, you become more uncomfortable as he spews another innuendo about how 'it's real tight, huh?'

His irksome behaviour soon becomes less of an annoyance and more of a concern though.

Once you're past the worst of the clutter you soon realise that it wasn't just an obstacle, but also serves as a wall -- blocking any further view for anyone passing by.

Turning around, you merely stand there as Joel comes closer. His daunting frame becomes more intimidating in the dim light of the narrowing lane you now find yourself trapped in, helpless.

"Doors just there," he mutters while pointing to the slightly beaten-up side door to the left of you, a twisted attempt at making you believe you still have any control over this situation.

Not trusting your voice, you simply nod at him with your eyes still locked. You'd prefer him to leave before you turn your back to him, but when he makes no move to do so, you quickly rush to the door in the hopes you may be faster than him.

But faster you are not.

First, you feel the heat radiating off of him, and then you feel the hard chest, the wandering hands, the grinding hips. As he invades your space and presses himself against your back, you try to squirm away, but only end up pinning yourself between the door and his imposing body.

"Where you tryna go, sweetheart?" His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and to places that make your body hot with shame. "You really wanna go back in there? Where those people are just gonna treat you like shit?"

His hips continue to grind into your ass, becoming more calculated rather than ravenous, as though his words and body are working as one to persuade you.

"I know those guys, they'll chew you up and spit you out." His words become harsh and his rough hands harsher, beginning to untuck your blouse from your pencil skirt, reaching up until his fingers are splayed across your stomach. The skin-on-skin contact is undeniably thrilling, as he now caresses it with finesse.

"So fuckin' soft," he mutters into your hair, inhaling before releasing a rumbling groan, "I'd treat you like the sweetest thing, baby."

You grimace at his words, far too much commitment behind them, leaving you spiralling into another panicked frenzy. You squirm again, this time having more success as you're able to turn to face him, although not fully able to escape his unrelenting hold yet. Facing him, you see how dark his eyes have become, set on you like a predator eyeing its prey.

His hair is slightly tousled, the way he'd previously been ravaging your body having that effect. You realise there's no way you can persuade him to stop his pursuit of you, so you decide to cave, at least you hope he thinks so.

"Let's not do this here." You say it quietly so as to not come off too demanding, peering up at him through your lashes in a way that you hope looks innocent enough for him to believe it. "Wouldn't you wanna do this someplace comfier," your voice switches from scared to sultry, “hm?”

He quirks a brow at this, slowing his assault on your body to a stop, but not yet taking his hands off of you, “you wanna do this somewhere else, sweetheart?”

The pet name still irks you, but provides some ease in telling you your comment hasn’t pissed him off at all. Trying to run along with your manipulative escape, you nod up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and pushing your own crotch closer to his. You tell yourself it’s all for the bigger picture, but you can’t ignore the way your body has come more accustomed to his touch in such a short period of time.

"Mhm,” you’re nodding again, placing a hand on his firm chest, and slowly, teasingly, sliding it lower, “do this where you can take real good care of me… Show me what I'm missing?"

There's a pause, his expression unreadable as he continues to penetrate your façade with his stare. His lack of response has you rethinking your words, brows twitching as more sick scenarios of what could ensue consume your thoughts. But then a dark chuckle fills the tense silence, Joel shaking his head as he smirks down at you. Stepping back, he tucks his hands into his pockets and gives you one last once over before nodding his head and making his way back down the alley.

"I'll keep an eye out," are his last words before he disappears past the trash and clutter, out of sight.

But maybe not quite out of mind...

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First fic done! All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and I am open to requests on future fic ideas you may have<33

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 : 𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝟙

ଘ Featuring : Itoshi Rin, Kunigami Rensuke

ଘ Pairings : Kunigami Rensuke x reader, Itoshi rin x reader

ଘ Warnings : Mentions of therapy and medication for Kunigami

ଘ Word count : 2k

ଘ Status : Not proofread, I'll edit when I re read it

ଘ Note : The Rensuke one is a little longer... cause I got carried away as usual. This one is short as I have two characters, but going ahead I'll do my best to write more than two. Happy reading and hope you enjoy it! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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ଘ Do not repost, edit, translate or copy my work.

ʚ ɞ Itoshi Rin :

Comforting Rin was awkward to say the least at the start and it was a pain to rack around your brain for ideas on how to comfort him. Making note of his favorite things over the course of your relationship helped you with that. 

Asking him “Are you alright?” or wanting to make him sit down and talk his problems out only causes more arguments with more agitation on his side due to pent up anger. 

Sitting alone in the corner of the sofa, Rin’s eyes boredly stared at the television screen that illuminated his face. He didn't even like the show, but didn’t bother to change as the noise was oddly comforting. You sat on the other end of the sofa, watching the ravenette’s expressions. It was cold as usual but the lines extended into a frown were more pronounced than usual, alerting you that today was one of those days where he needed to be comforted. 

Reaching out towards the bag that you were prepared to give him later that day, you brought it in the middle of the both of you, causing his eyes to shift. 

Reaching out towards the bag that you were prepared to give him later that day, you brought it in the middle of the both of you, causing his eyes to shift. 

“I got you something.” was all you said, pushing the bag towards him. 

“What is it?” was all he said, taking the brown bag and placing it in his lap. 

“Open it.” Giving you a displeased glance, he begrudgingly put his hand into the bag, fingers digging into the soft material of the object. Pulling it out of the bag, his eyes scanned the soft plush. 

It was an owl. 

“Press it’s chest.” 

Poking the soft cloth of its chest, a voice came from the owl. 

“Don’t give up Rin, Hoot hoot.” 

Rin’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, causing him to press the chest of the owl a second time. 

“On a field where Rin plays, people will come to cheer. 

 Kick the ball fast and hard, like you always do. 

 I will always be with you, no matter where you are, don't fear.” 

“The lyrics are lame but the shopkeeper enjoyed it.” You said with a sheepish smile. 

Snorting at the owl, Rin relaxed into the sofa, hands turning the owl around. 

“It’s such a lame gift.” “Good news is, it is refundable. So… I’ll take it back to the store tomorrow.” you replied, hand reaching for the owl. 

Slapping your hand away with a glare, “Did I say you can take it back? No. Don’t assume things, dork.” Rin said with a roll of his eyes, clutching the owl close to his belly. Biting your lip to suppress a grin you looked away, staring at the television screen that continued to roll, only for a hand to reach out to yours a few moments later with an assuring squeeze. 

‘Thank you.’ was everything the gesture said, making you smile in relief. 

Bonus : While you are away on a work trip or getaway with friends, Rin gets more acquainted with the owl, playing the song over and over again until he falls asleep. He will douse the owl with your perfume and when you find the bottle half empty as well as the owl smelling like your scent you are answered with a. “The damn thing smells. The least I did was maintain it or it would have found itself in the trash.” 

ʚ ɞ Kunigami Rensuke :

Getting up from your seat as the bus came to a stop, you felt a smile on your face as you watched the man you loved get down from the vehicle. Holding your umbrella, you went to greet him only to feel your heart stop as you looked into his lifeless eyes. Knowing the man who left on that bus would have hugged you tight, lifting you into the air as he laughed in njoy upon seeing you again was no longer there, only a stranger who was now standing in the rain with his luggage beside him. 

“Rensuke?” you asked tenderly, squeezing his arm only to earn no response. Picking up his bags, he walked alone before you heading into the direction on the street where your shared apartment was. 

This had been the case since his blue lock days. 

“These would help you sleep,” the therapist said, setting down a bottle of pills. Nightmares had become frequent in the resting world of the auburn haired man. Waiting in the chair, you watched as she set down the bottle of pills into the bag. “Only one and no alcohol.” she said warningly to which he nodded.  Walking down the street, you watched as the man you once loved continued to stare lifelessly at the scene of people moving before him. 

“Rensuke, why don’t you go home?” you asked, coming to a stop on the sidewalk. Giving you a blank side glance you explained further. “I didn’t want to bother you for dinner and I’m tired of making it as well. Besides…there is that old ramen stand around the street and I know what you like…” you rambled. 

“Be quick.” 

Were the only two words he gave in response before turning away to go down the same route that had become habitual. 

Lying in bed, Rensuke stared at his hand. Watching the calloused lines that ran on the surface of his palm, he was reminded of the days he had spent in the wretched facility. It had made him into the footballer he was today, but at what cost? 

The old Rensuke who could see the horizon of opportunities saw nothing but a desert in front of him, numb to the feeling of joy and instead had the incessant need to crush the spirit of the opposite team who loved the game just like he did. Clenching his fist he knew the trouble he had put you through. 

The two of you had been in a relationship long enough for being labeled official, yet he was distant from you, barely talked or simply brushed past you for the last three years. 

‘Let’s take our time with this.’ 

‘If you’re not ready to talk, then it's fine. We’ll go with your pace.’ 

‘I understand it's a struggle but Rome was not built in a day.’ 

His pace had cost over three years now running into the fourth, causing him to wonder why you were stuck with him. He was nothing but broken, unfixable yet you choose to chain yourself down with him instead of exploring the world out on your own and maybe… with someone you could find new. The thought of you leaving made him grit his teeth, yet he couldn’t seem to shake the fact that if you had made that decision he couldn’t find any reason to be upset with you except that he hadn’t been enough. 

Hearing the jangling of the keys unlocking the door from the living room, he turned his head towards your side of the bed that faced the bedroom door. 

“I’m home!!!” you bellowed, setting four bags down to the floor. Getting up with a huff, Rensuke walked towards the living room, watching you kneel over and hiding something under a blanket. Looking at the clock that was hung on the wall, he read out, 

“It’s 10:30.” 

“Yeah, I know… took me over three and half hours for the food cause I was busy picking up a special guest.” you responded, holding the shifting blanket to your side. 

Raising an eyebrow to your response, you reached into your pocket, taking out a small figure. 

Extending your hand out, you placed it into Kunigami’s palm that was much bigger than yours, causing his lips to fall into a tight line. 

“A polar bear.” he said, setting it on the table.

“Yep. And…” you said, pulling the sheets down to reveal the contents of the blanket. “This is our special guest.” 

“Woof!” 

“What is that.” Kunigami stated with his eyes widening. “Polar bears can’t survive in Japan… but this little guy can.” you said, repositioning the puppy closer to your chest, 

“This is Momotaro. Kunigami Momotaro, the baby polar bear also known as the Samoyed.” 

Kunigami watched as the puppy licked its teeth, watching the tall auburn man before him wagging his tail. 

“Hold him.” you ushered, extending the puppy towards Rensuke. “I don’t-” 

“Reach your hands out and act as if you were holding a football but its a baby.” you instructed. 

Placing the dog into his nervous hands, Kunigami sat on the sofa, worried about dropping the puppy to the floor. 

“These are his chew toys, bowl of water and food. We have to get him vaccinated soon and also need to have a collar made…” you said, arranging the bags in order while placing takeout on the coffee table.

“Why.” 

You paused looking at him. 

“Hmm…?” 

“Why… are you still doing this for me?” Rensuke asked, looking at you, expression a bit different with his eyes turning red, a tear threatening to escape. 

“Why are you even still here?” 

Sighing through your nose, you walked towards the sofa, sitting beside him as the puppy squirmed in his arms, placing his paws on his chest while wagging its tail. 

“Because I love you.” you said, placing your hand on his knee. Rensuke felt his breath hitch at the mention of the three words that hadn’t been said in a while. 

“I know you’ve been distant, Rensuke. I saw you when you got down from that bus. I don’t know what happened in that facility, but I know that you worked really hard to earn and keep your place there. All I was happy about was having you back.” you said, with a small smile. 

“At the cost of what? Going to therapy with me? Staying in this fucking house all the time with one damaged person? Do you really want that?!” Kunigami exclaimed, causing the puppy to whimper. 

“Rensuke.” you said, calmly, petting the puppy over the head. “You’re healing. Healing doesn’t come easy and that’s okay. I want to be there with you, no matter how or what form you may be in. Being a football player, you make a lot. You could date a TV star, a model or a singer, have anyone really… but you stuck with me. I can’t tell if your head is up in football or how much you can achieve or your goals that  restrain yourself from beautiful women around the world who are ready to throw themselves at you… but, if I give you anything, it is my all. Going through a tough time alone isn’t easy but it is if you let me walk with you. Would you let me do that, silly boy?” you asked with a smile, ruffling his hair. 

Giving you a watery smile as he leaned into your shoulder. 

“Always.” was all he said as you felt a few drops seeping through your clothed shoulder. 

Bonus : 

“We should get the blue one.” 

“No. Red.” 

“No,blue.” you argued. 

“Red.” 

“We’ll let our son decide.” you said, holding up a cheerful momotaro. 

Rolling his eyes, Rensuke took the two collars and placed them on the floor. 

Taking a stance behind the red collar, you placed momotaro on the ground, telling him to stay. 

Placing yourself a few feet away from Rensuke, you stood behind the blue one. 

“Come here Momo” 

“Come here Taro!” Rensuke said, getting on his knees, causing the puppy to run towards him. “Red it better isn’t it?” “Woof!!”

[oh-saints]

MISS YOU

everyone's been saying long distance relationship sucks. but no one tells freja how much harder it is when your boyfriend is a high-profile footballer playing for real madrid.

martin odegaard x press!OC

word count: 2k

tw: not beta-read and spanish by gtranslate. other than that, none except martin being the best boyfriend

note: a little bonus bcs arsenal finally won against liverpool with martin being the centre of the attacks so he deserves this as much as we do, no?

“hola, mi amor,” it didn’t even take freja a second to relax into her favourite sound in the world; it was why she called him in the beginning. she felt like her head could explode anytime soon without hearing it. “esta bien?”

“para nada,” she sighed deeply, tears swelling up at the back of her eyelid but she held it in, not wanting to add more worry to his life. “i miss you so much, martin.”

“ya tambien, querida. ya tambien…” although they weren’t on a video call, freja knew martin had somehow sensed her breakdown over the line. “you know i can always come and visit you anytime. you just have to say the word.”

that was, in fact, true.

being in a long-distance relationship between madrid and london was never going to be an easy feat, they had known that from the get-go. they were doing everything in their power to make it bearable for both of them because let’s be honest, having a footballer with unusual schedule of working as your boyfriend took the difficulty level to a whole new level.

despite the reality of playing regular football not going martin’s way so far, freja insisted to be the one flying in and out of the capital of spain every chance she got—mostly twice a month—knowing martin could be called to play for the first team anytime. besides, martin missing a training session could significantly jeopardize everything he’s worked hard for, she didn’t want to put more pressure to his shoulder.

freja chuckled to lighten the mood. “if i have you here, all to myself, i don’t think i can send you back to madrid.”

“what if i don’t want you to send me back?”

when you work around the creative world, you’d know for a fact that you won’t have a specific, fixed timeline of work. all you know is the deadline of an event, and being in the fantastic media team for london fashion week means you’d give up almost all of your day off when christmas day and new year’s coming closer, in order to make sure the biggest weekend of london fashion scene went well covered—all three; pre, during, and post event.

if freja wasn’t buried between her editing tools, she’d be stuck in a meeting room, brainstorming all the idea to increase the attention and engagement around london fashion week. she could only thank god she wasn’t in the press team, or else she’d break her neck and bones running about literally everywhere to cover the whole event—red carpets, inside scoops of attending guests, after parties, and so on…

only when the government publicly announced they’d take the extreme measures for the covid outbreak, did freja have the chance to breathe in the fresh air of freedom from endless media works, albeit harbouring a tang of sadness for the sole fact that all of her hard work so far wouldn’t be showcased for the entire world to see.

but had it not for the emergency break pulled, freja wouldn’t have had the chance to look at the latest news, including but not limited to football’s biggest day of the month; winter transfer window deadline.

Real Madrid’s Martin Ødegaard in talk to join Arsenal on loan!

no way.

freja had only been speaking to martin last night over the phone, her talking about the nation-wide lockdown frenzy in the UK and him talking about his usual daily routine while coping with the same unfortunate pandemic in spain. he didn’t mention anything about being offered another loan deal, nor was any change in circumstances under zidane. ever since coming back home from his spell from real sociedad, the president of real madrid was reluctant to let him go to another club again, knowing the potent he could bring to the enemy team if he left but zidane considered him a player not suitable for his style of management. nothing unusual, really.

maybe because it’s still in discussion… freja calmed herself down.

she was feeling all sorts of things, good and bad, and it was giving her headache already. she was excited they’d be in the same city again if the deal passed through, of course, but she was also frustrated at the thought martin had to go on another loan instead of bagging some game time—they promised him that much, should he return to the club after a stellar season in real sociedad. for god’s sake, he could’ve been highlighting the young player award somewhere instead of being hindered in development by his own club.

she wanted to see him succeed in real madrid, she really did. he believed—and she knew—he had what it took to break through the scene, not everyone was called to their national team before they turned 16. and with the way real madrid always put up an adamant fight every time another club asked for martin’s signature on a permanent contract, she was quite positive about it.

was being the operative word here, now. almost seven years in, and no signs of martin playing regular team. not even as a benchwarmer.

as much as freja wanted him all for herself—knowing they were both the happiest last year when martin was playing week in and out for real sociedad and freja was working for the local tourism campaign—she didn’t want to get her hopes high this time, for the expectation always kills.

martin will tell when things get seriously serious, right?

are you seriously joining arsenal?

or at least, considering it?

freja sent the text without hoping immediate reply. considering the current time in madrid, she predicted martin would only see her text after he was done with training and everything entitled to it. she’d get the reply sometimes around dinner time here, that was being the earliest, so she decided to soak in the rare benefit of having a week off by picking up the books she’d bought but never had the chance to read them yet.

“¿dónde estás? are you outside?”

“yeah, i need to stock up some necessities,” freja answered over her airpods as she shoved all of her necessities to the shopping bag. “you know, with the lockdown around the corner and all. are you done for the day?”

“i hope you stock my favourite cereals,” and freja froze on her place. could it be…? “so you won’t forget about my little habits while we’re apart.”

freja released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“i hate that i can’t see you for god knows how long this time,” freja smiled bittersweetly at that, the feeling was mutual on her side of the house. she wished she could’ve watched his expression when he said that, though. martin must’ve pulled out a pout that reminded her of olaf from the frozen series. “ya te extraño mucho, amor mio.”

“yo también siento lo mismo, martin,” oh, fuck london and its weather… freja cursed deep down. it was fine less than an hour ago and the weather forecast didn’t say anything about snow today. almost half a year in this unpredictable weather and freja still didn’t learn her lesson, now she had to brave the cold with only her casual loungewear of sweater and legging. “it’s such a shame that i didn’t have time to book a flight back to madrid before the government halts all flight.”

“i can always fly you out, remember?”

“and have the private jet all to myself?” freja screeched, both at the lonely thought and at the feeling snow falling against her legs. “no, thanks! but babe, i’ll call you later, yeah? it’s suddenly snowing here.”

“you really should’ve worn something warmer, kjære. you’ll catch a cold if you pull on thin layers like that,” if the first sentence wasn’t enough to stop freja’s steps, the second surely did. “i thought i could trust you looking after yourself.”

“how do you know what i’m wearing?”

“because i’ve been standing here and waiting for you to come out,” freja jumped at the extra clothes being draped over herself from behind. turning around and there he was, in flesh and blood, his golden locks looking unbelievably good in contrast to the white snow. “i’m starting to feel cold, too, you know?”

gone was the intense frost stinging her skin—heck, her brain went into malfunction as soon as martin showed up in front of her. she wanted to hug him immediately but was thinking this was some sort of delirium—was she suffering hypothermia already? her tongue was ticklish with so many questions of how directed to her boyfriend but her tear glands were so close to shedding tears of happiness.

“cat got your tongue somewhere, darling?” martin laughed at the endearing sight of his girlfriend going into an overwhelmed mode—a rare one, at that as well, knowing well that his girlfriend was one of those people who always had something to say in return. “am i not getting a hug? or are you not pleased i’m here?”

“how—” martin could see she was still digesting the reality that was closer to her dream, in one way or another, by the way those lovely eyes kept blinking rapidly. “i don’t get it. what are you doing here?”

martin’s smile widened at her speechless state. “why, can’t i see my girlfriend? i thought you missed me?”

“i do, i really do! don’t get me wrong,” freja shook her head in disbelief. “but what about your trainings? you’re not going on a strike, are you? because i don’t want perez to have my head—”

“i accepted arsenal’s proposal to be closer to you but you want me stay in madrid instead?”

“well, you said it yourself—wait, what?”

martin couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at his girlfriend’s shocked expression. freja was one of those people who is rarely fazed by anything that comes her way, probably the biggest reason why martin loves being around her at the first place. none of the whole ‘real madrid’s most valuable gem’ status the media plastered on him got into her head. to have her in this state was amusing to him that he went straight to embrace her first, instead of freja’s usual initiation for skin ship.

“it’s a done deal, i’m doing the whole medical and media duty tomorrow,” martin breathed against her hair, this time in relief because he could finally let the cat out of the bag. it’d been pretty hard to lay it low, especially to surprise your girlfriend, with whom you share very much everything on daily basis. “i want you to know this from me first, instead of the media.”

freja pulled away from martin’s grasp, to scan through his face for any sign of deception. “you’re staying here?”

“how else am i supposed to play every weekend if i’m not staying here?” martin chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics, so cute he just wanted to mash those cheeks of her—which was exactly what he did. it was a wonder how he survived almost six months deprived of his daily stress-reliever ball when all he wanted to have her snuggled close in his arms every day she was away. “i hope you have a spare room in your flat.”

freja couldn’t help herself any longer at the feeling of martin’s hands on her cheeks, she stood up on her toes to kiss the one thing she could call her home. his coat be damned, she was becoming warm all over the body from the excitement and happiness bubbling up inside of her, threatening to explode if martin hadn’t sealed her lips from squealing by reciprocating her kiss.

“oh, shut it, olaf,” martin laughed at his girlfriend’s unique moniker for him and freja could only come back to claim his lips once more because good lord, that was the laugh she fell in love with. one she hadn’t had the privilege to hear live for the past six months due to the distance and due to the pressure their respective occupations gave them. “as if we haven’t shared a bed together.”

[putawayurhalo]

Out For Blood | Chapter 9: Pitch Black

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings: Strong language, season 4 vol. 1 (NONE FOR VOL. 2 YET) spoilers, angst, some fluff you don’t have to squint for this one though

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: So... I’m really excited to write the next chapter but we gotta get through some other details before hand so enjoy! Also reminder I really don’t hate Nancy just need some tension for plot sake besties. P.S. I try to edit these chapters but my brain truly will add words in when they’re not there so don’t mind the slight mistakes here or there, I’m sick of them as well though.

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“Do you want to talk about it?” Steve asked her as he pulled into the school parking lot.

“What is there to talk about?” She asked him as he parked the car.

“What Ms. Kelley said back there?” He turned around to look at her. (Y/N) sighed, before looking at both Dustin and Max.

“Can we talk about this later?” (Y/N) looked at him, a slight frown on her face and a pleading look in her eyes.

“Yeah.” He shook his head slightly, “Yeah, sure.”

The group got out of the car and started running toward the school; the older duo opened the doors for the younger duo before running after them. (Y/N) tripped over her own foot and started to fall forward, Steve reached forward and caught her by her waist, “You okay?”

“Yeah…” She was trying to catch her breath and looked up at Steve, “Thank you.” Steve helped her stand up straight but still kept his hands on her waist.

“Come on lovebirds, we don’t have all night!” Max shouted at them, Steve hands dropped from her waist and they caught up to the kids.

“Dustin do you copy?” Robin’s voice came through the walkie talkie.

“Yeah, I copy.” Dustin replied.

“So, Nancy's a beautiful, gorgeous genius,” (Y/N) scrunched up her nose at Robin’s description, Max nudged her as they continued walking, “Vecna’s first victims date back all the way to 1959, her shot in the dark was a bull’s-eye.”

“What shot in the dark?” (Y/N) asked them but no one responded.

“Okay that’s totally bonkers, but I can’t really talk right now.” Dustin shouted.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Robin questioned him.

“Breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.” Max bent down to unlock the door, Steve shining the flashlight on the doorknob for her.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Just get your ass over here stat! We’ll explain everything.” Dustin shouted again before placing the walkie back in his bag.

“What was the shot in the dark?” (Y/N) asked Steve as she watched Max unlock the door.

“While you were in the trailer, getting your stuff, Nancy was telling us something that your uncle said to her.” Steve started.

“She talked to Wayne? Why?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“She was interviewing him about Chrissy’s death and he brought up how he doesn’t think Eddie did it.”

“Because he didn’t.” She interrupted Steve, looking over at him, “Sorry, continue.”

“He said he thought Victor Creel did it, went into a whole spiel about it… The way she described it, it reminded me of how you can ramble for hours about those little Teddy Bears from Star Wars.” Steve chuckled as he spoke.

“Ewoks, Steve. They’re called Ewoks and besides Wickett is the be-”

“Okay you two enough!” Max tells them, as she gets the door unlocked. The duo looked away from each other and followed the kids into the room.

“It’s like a mini-watergate or something… Hawkinsgate.” Dustin shined his flashlight around the room.

“Didn’t those guys get caught?” Steve asked him. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and walked over to the file cabinet where Max stood.

“Holy shit.” Max spoke as she pulled out two files.

“You found it?” Steve asked Max.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max spoke as she passed Fred’s file to Steve and sat down with Chrissy’s in front of her. She opened the file and began reading it, past trauma, terrible nightmares, difficulty sleeping, headaches. “Can I see Fred’s file?” She spoke, eyes still trailing over the words in Chrissy’s.

“Sure.” Steve passed her the file, Max immediately opened it, suffering from panic attacks, severe headaches, constant nosebleeds. She gasped slightly as she read it.

“Max, what is it?” (Y/N) asked her. Max looked down at the file, seemingly not moving.

“Max! Max!” Dustin shook her shoulders. (Y/N) looked down at the files.

“Max, come on.” Dustin continued to shake his friend, (Y/N) nudged Steve nodding towards the files. He began to read it, he looked up at (Y/N) again opening his mouth to ask her a question but she was distracted.

“Max?” (Y/N) asked and gently touched her shoulder, Max let out a startled gasp. “Max are you okay?”

“We’re here! We’re here!” Robin shouted as she and Nancy ran into the room, “What happened?”

Max ran out of the room and the group followed her

“It was here, right here.” Max shined the flashlight at the wall, “There was a grandfather clock right here.”

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked her.

“It was so real and then I got closer, suddenly I just… I heard (Y/N) say my name and I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” Dustin spoke to Nancy and Robin as (Y/N) comforted Max, Steve had been watching (Y/N) closely since he read the files, he wasn’t sure if she had noticed that the symptoms had also lined up with her. 

“That’s not even the bad part…” Max spoke, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

“Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help. Uh, they both were having headaches, bad headaches that wouldn’t go away. And then… then the nightmares, trouble sleeping, they’d wake up in a cold sweat and then they started seeing things… bad things from their past and these visions they just… they kept on getting worse and worse until eventually everything ended.” Max’s eyes kept darting around the room as she spoke. 

“Vecna’s curse.” Robin whispered.

“Chrissy’s headache started a week ago, Fred’s, six days ago, I’ve been having them for five days.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Max spoke, “I don’t know how long I have, all I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision and I just saw that goddamn clock, so… looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.” (Y/N) lightly touched Max’s arm before they all heard a distant clank. 

“Stay here.” Steve told them as he started to walk out of the room, he paused for a minute and grabbed a lamp from the corner, “I mean it. Stay here.” He was speaking to everyone but he looked directly at (Y/N). More clanks and footsteps were heard as Steve walked around the room, the entire group not listening to a word Steve had said as they followed him out, Max clung to (Y/N)’s side as the two stood behind everyone else, Steve held the lamp like a bat as the footsteps got closer, the person making the noise rounding the corner and they all screamed.

“It’s me!” The person shouted, holding their hands up.

“Lucas?” (Y/N) asked, stepping forward slightly.

“It’s me.” He replied out of breath.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you, Sinclair?” Steve questioned him, setting the lamp down.

“I’m sorry.” Lucas was trying to catch his breath.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!”

“Sorry, guys. Sorry. I was… I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit. We’ve got a code red.” 

“What?” Dustin asked him.

“Dustin. I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they’ve gone totally off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is. You’re in terrible danger.” Lucas told him before turning towards (Y/N), “You too, (Y/N)... you don’t want to know the things they said about you.” 

(Y/N) grumbled under her breath as Lucas spoke, only Max hearing her words.

“All right. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we’ve got bigger problems than Jason right now.” Dustin pointed towards Max who only looked at Lucas scared.

“I’ll be right there.” Steve tells the group as they walk out of the office. 

“Okay, so we’re going to the Wheelers’ right?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, it’s safer there than being here in case Jason and his goons followed you here and tried to attack Dustin.” (Y/N) replied.

“But what about you (Y/N)? Are you not afraid they’re after you?” Robin asked her as she looked over her shoulder, walking side by side with Nancy. 

“I can hold my own, Robin.” (Y/N) lied through her teeth, “Besides, you really think these kids would let anything happen to me.” She nodded towards Max who walked next to her and then towards Dustin and Lucas.

“No, I know they won’t… but are they the only ones?” Robin asked her a smirk that the girl couldn’t see on her face.

“Aren’t the only ones who won’t what?” Steve asked as he caught up with them sliding a folded piece of paper into his back pocket.

“Oh, nothing.” (Y/N) smiled at Steve before continuing to walk with Max out of the school.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Max grabbed her arm as they all exited the school, “Dustin, Lucas and I are going to ride with Nancy, is that okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be okay?” She asked Max as she watched Dustin and Lucas walk towards Nancy’s car. Max looked at her and then at Steve, then back at her. She sighed, “I’ll be fine. I promise.” 

“Okay.” Max turned to walk away before she turned back around, “Hey, um, you would tell one of us if you started to have visions right? Because a lot of the symptoms Chrissy and Fred had… I have them and I’m pretty sure you have them too.”

“Max… I haven’t had any but if I do, you’d be the first person I’d tell. Scout’s honor.” 

“You were never a girl scout.” Max replied as she started walking towards Nancy’s car.

“You don’t know that.” (Y/N) told her because she laughed and walked towards Steve’s car.

“What was that about?” Steve asked her as she got into his car.

“With Max?” Steve nodded, “She’s just scared and I might be the closest person in her life as of recently.” (Y/N) responded as she buckled up, “Can we put on that mixtape?”

“Of course.” Steve smiled at her as she pulled it out of her bag and passed it to him. The two sat bobbing their heads to the music for a few minutes before Steve opened his mouth, “Do you want to talk about what Ms. Kelley said to you? You seemed upset when you got in the car earlier.” 

(Y/N) sighed and looked at him, “I had to get Max out of there, I told her that if Ms. Kelley asked anything that made her uncomfortable to tap her foot three times… she asked about Billy. So I did what I had to do to get her out of there.” She started fiddling with the skin around her finger nails, Steve took notice and reached his arm across the center console grabbing her hand and holding it, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “I fell into one of her traps of talking about my trauma when I really don’t want to.”

Steve thought for a second before trying to distract her, “You know, when you guys came into Family Video a selfish part of me wanted to not believe you when you guys said Eddie hadn’t done it,” Steve looked at her as she frowned at his words, “I wanted to keep protecting you from feeling the way I do every year or so when this shit happens again. It’s like… rock bottom’s grinning at us as it’s creeping up and it makes me wish I was dead again.”

“Again?” 

“Figure of speech or whatever you call it. Anyways, when Eddie told us what happened with Chrissy all I could think was ‘oh my God it’s all happening again’. I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t go back, not after last year, not after having to lie to you about what happened with Roxanne, but here I am and I’m being pulled right back in and it stops at nothing to completely crush me.” Steve looked back at the road, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Steve… listen, if you had told me last July I probably wouldn’t have believed you anyways, but now… now I sit here and yes it all seems impossible and out of reach like one of those shitty sci-fi movies Jenny would force us to watch during movie night, and if I’m honest this all feels like it was never meant for me to find out about… I’m not mad at you for not telling me about it, not anymore at least.” (Y/N) spoke as she turned her hand over to hold Steve’s. 

Steve parked his car in front of the Wheeler house, Nancy, Robin and the kids still in Nancy’s car. “Steve, it’s nice to feel like you’re still my closest friend, even if about twenty four hours ago we were past the point to make amends. If you ask me, rock bottom came and went for us plus hey, at least I have someone to help me navigate through the pitch black.” She smiled at him as she let go of his hand and unbuckled her seat belt, “Last one in owes the other breakfast in the morning.” She jumped out of the car. 

Steve smiled as he watched her sprint towards the door almost knocking Dustin over and tripping over her own two feet, “I’m good!” She shouted from the ground, sticking her arm up in the air, holding her thumb up as the kids walked toward her and helped her up. Steve’s smile flattened as he pulled the paper out from his pocket, unfolding it.

‘Constant nosebleeds, nightmares almost every night, lack of sleep, severe headaches’ He read over the words over and over again. Oh my God, it’s all happening again, a knock on his window startled him.

“You coming Harrington?” Robin asked him, before looking at the paper he was holding in his hand, her eyes widening. 

But now my mistakes are paying dividends.

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[evernkillian]

HP Fanfiction Recs | One- Shot Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(also, I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. r/AITA by Seagate

G | 2k Words | Hermione / Draco

Summary: A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts

Hermione POV. Well, Reddit Post Style. Hermione's a good friend 🥹🥹🥹 Actually, most of her posts are about Harry, seeking advice on how could she make sure that he won't get hurt/make sure that he's in good hands. ALSO ALSO they keep interacting in the comments so READ THEIR USERNAMES IT'S FUNNIER IF U KNEW WHO IT IS. To this day whenever I remember Voldemort's comment I laugh. I love Hermione's characterization- she's loyal, and she takes no shit. I laugh a lot reading this because Hermione sounds so serious but it's funny. Also my favorite quote:

I don't buy it for a second. The kicked puppy look, the lost baby blue eyes, and pouty lips? I was there when he perfected it. When he used the fake remorse to get out of trouble with the professors. 

I slammed the door in his face. I'd rather get murdered, thanks.

2. Do Not Collect 200 Dollars by KittySmith

T | 11k Words

Summary: It isn't Voldemort who is reverted to baby form from the Final Super Spell - but why is Harry still alive?

Is Voldemort... cooing?

Crack fic. Like, really crack. I reread this fic when I need a laugh. Voldemort's mind is a beautiful place it's so funny. I love how oblivious Voldemort is with Snape's kidnapping attempts LAUGHING CRYING SOBBING the interactions of these 3 are my favorite parts because of its peak comedy. Voldemort as the most bizarre doting parent ever. Oh, yeah, it's a Voldemort Wins AU. He's just taking care of Harry and researching. What an icon. ALSO MY FAVORITE QUOTE:

He examined the banana he had left consideringly, checking its heft before he threw it directly into Severus’ terrified face with a flat, “Bitch.”

3. Heartbreaking Confession by LiquidLuckandStuff (@liquidluckandstuff )

M | 1k Words | Harry / Tom|Voldemort

Summary: After the war, Harry visits Voldemort's grave after a bad day with a Mind Healer.

He confesses something he is too scared to tell even his closest friends.

Just Harry having a bad day and talking to Voldemort's grave. About Almosts, what ifs, what could've beens. This fic shows that Voldemort and Harry understood each other very much. The ways they've shown it while they're enemies, while one of them is dead. Also my favorite quote!!! It's longer than this, 3 paragraphs but i think that would be too spoiler-y so here it is!

Quietly, Harry whispered a terrible secret. “Sometimes, I want to crawl in there with you."

4. Breaking More Taboos by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon

M | 3k Words | Harry / Voldemort

Summary: The first time Harry broke the taboo, he’d been beyond starving, with little to no choice. The second and third times were much the same.

But the fourth?

That’s when everything changed.

HOLY MOLY THIS FIC!!!! MAKES ME FERAL!!! It's so unique and I've reread it lots of times!!! Can't say more because spoilers but!!! If you've read this scream about it with me. Sadly I can't put my favorite quote here since I don't wanna ruin the surprise factor but!!! Just know I have a lot of them!!!

5. Lightning Heart by Clarisse (transnymphtaire)

G | 1k Words | Harry / Tom

Summary: The first time you touch, a matching symbol is left behind where skin met skin.

ROLE REVERSAL AU!!! DARK LORD HARRY GRRRRRRRR. ALSO GRYFFINDOR TOM. Also Luna's part is brief here but she's a badass I love her. And!!! Harry giving tom gifts for courting. And they're soulmates! Favorite quote:

"Did you know that Gryffindor was my old house?” Harry ask conversationally, as if they’re not under the school, with a mirror hiding the Philosopher’s stone.

“It’s why I chose it over Slytherin.” Tom answers.

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[wannabegwenstacy]

Writing Ideas:

okay, so this is what's gonna happen. i'm feeling manic and i got some free time from work and school currently. sooo..i'm gonna throw out a few ideas/teasers for some stuff i have in my drafts. if you like please tell me so i have some motivation to finish or even keep working on these ideas. thank you! ;)

Enrapture;

wordcount: currently at 8k...will most likely be over 10k and this planned to be part 1

pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Fem. Reader/OC

tags: smut, fluff, childhood friends to friends w/ benefits to lovers, established relationship (friendship!), flashbacks, talk of college mayhem,

warnings: 18+ NSFW Smut, Alcohol Consumption, Talk of the Pandemic and Quarantine (it's set during the pandemic and the characters are in quarantine for part of it), talk of poor mental health (abandonment issues and some other stuff), masurbation, nudism, oral (m & f), nipple piercing (reader has them, vmin suck them), hair pulling (m), cock riding of the reverse kind, Taehyung has got a big dick but that's a given, cum eating, lazy eiffel tower..kinda, slight voyeurism, jimin at one point gives himself a hand job.

summary: When you you ended up moving in with your two best friends of 9 years to quarantine together during the pandemic the last thing you expected was to discover more about them than you thought you already knew. You knew everything there was to know about these boys so why does it feel so weird when one night after your celebration of quarantine being lifted when you wake up in one their beds all three of you together? this should be fine but it was far from just fine like you told them. This could change everything.

notes: i have been writing this for like 2+ years off and on. it's the first thing in my drafts lol like I add on and change things constantly. i want to finish it but this is the reason of my writers block/not posting. so i would love to get it out but i struggle.

The Boyz as College AUs

wordcount: sangyeon's aint even finished and its already 1.6k of bullet points. i have 11 members to write ranging from 1k - 2k words each..

tags: suggestive, maybe smut idk yet, fluff, crack, college au, very trope-y, i fell first but they feel harder trope, right person wrong time trope, slow burn bullet point style for most, slice of life, enemies to lovers!, best friends to lovers, okay you know what just assume probably every trope will be covered

warnings: possible smut..mdni, okay umm actual smut i just reread jacob's when making this 👀, talks of heavy anxiety, very cheesy, most likely all written lowercase on purpose, wip so not 100% sure of every thing yet

summary: this is gonna be formatted like my Bangtan in Bed thing I did years ago but more fluffy not so smutty. Pretty self explanatory but The boyz as College AUs! meaning how I imagine each of the boyz if you met them in another life in college.

notes: this one is my newest one in my drafts so it might take the most time to finish. might be a series but might be a master post we will see!

Bangtan in Bed: Jeon Jungkook | NSFW

wordcount: i usually do around 1k for these

tags: smut..and more smut

warnings: (this is the warnings i had from where i left off writing this part over a year ago. subject to change.) baby boy kookie, massages, dry humping, strong senses, sensory play, mood setting, daredevil kookie, risky sex, stamina control, strength kink, wall sex, shower sex, standing up sex, thigh riding, overstimulation (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), praise kink (receiving), phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation

summary: how jeon jungkook might be in bed based off my opinion!

notes: i haven't touched this in a LONG TIME! I probably need to go back and change a bunch i already written. i also honestly need to go back and edit the other members to kinda see if they still hold up. I did get a request to finish this series a while back and it's been eating at me so that's why this is on here.

[admiringlove]

Hi love! Congrats on 2k. This is my submission for the event 🥺

My name is June! I'm 20 and I study Literature. I love excessively sweet coffee, italian food (especially lasagna made by my nonna), the smell of gasoline for some obscene reason, and I drive my grandfather's old 1959 Cadillac(I had it painted pastel blue with my dad)! My favorite character from Haikyuu is Atsumu 😌

Again, congrats! You'll do great things in your future. I hope you get into med school (I read the pre-med part? If you're not aiming for med school that's completely ok too! I hope you get into whichever school you like) 🥰

old cars.

hi june! thank you for sending in a request! i hope you like it :)

the smell of gasoline wafts through the air as your car comes to a stop at the gas station. you huff, rolling your window down as you pay the man working there to refill your tank.

you've always loved this smell. it's nostalgic to you—bringing back memories from high school when you and him would come to this place just to buy snacks and watch people.

and look at cars. whether it's a normal sedan or a sports edition toyota. the two of you didn't really care back then. there's a bench right outside the small convenience store at the gas station. you remember sitting there with atsumu for hours on end, buying chips or a drink every forty minutes as the two of you pointed out cars to each other and how stereotypical their owners looked.

you sigh as the worker hands you a receipt. this meant it was time to leave. your heart feels heavy as you turn, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. you're going home from work now, and all you wanted to do was go to bed.

but somehow, when you're lying in your soft sheets and it's past midnight, you can't seem to fall asleep. your eyes are burning, but your mind is awake. the smell of gasoline ebbed into your mind, and miya atsumu's face blurred in front of your vision. you roll your eyes, turning over to find your phone as you call him.

"hey! what are ya doin' up so late?" he asks, as soon as he picks up. he knows why you're awake. you know he knows already. but he still asks the same question every time you call, because he likes hearing the reason behind your sleepless nights. you groan into the microphone, "i missed you. can't sleep."

"well, didja read that note i left for ya on the fridge? under our car magnet?" he questions. it's the same question he asks every time. you can just picture him, waking up from bed because of your call. he must be stretching right now, walking to the kitchenette part of his hotel room to make himself coffee.

"i did," you sigh, "it only makes me miss you more, though."

your response, however, is different today.

"aww," he says, "ya can't really see me right now but i have a hand on my heart and i'm dying because of how cute that was."

"shut up, 'tsum," you pout, looking out of the window. you expected him to say something romantic instead, but how could you? you've known him from when the two of you were babies. you know him like the back of your hand, like that song that's always stuck in the back of your mind. you knew he'd make a sarcastic comeback even before you answered his question. you grumble out, "i miss you."

"i miss ya too," he whispers, "don't worry, it's just another week and then i'm back home. i'll get to hug you tight and make ya lose sleep again."

"you're so stupid," you laugh, "can you believe you've been gone for two months?"

"i know, it's been hell," he whines, "just one more week."

"one more week."

one more week, you tell yourself as you place the phone beside you on the pillow. one more week, you remind yourself as you drift off into the night with atsumu still on the call with you. one more week, and then he'd be in your arms again.

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[hekatekun]

yaoi was horrendous this week genuinely great job i am always obsessed with your uncanny ability to put todomatsu under a magnifying glass and burn him like an ant ^__^ cannot wait for chapter 5!!! i noticed a change in direction though particularly in how you characterize todomatsu's interactions w atsushi which i really liked!! i am curious though what prompted it :33

thank you^^<3 there's probably a few different reasons both intentional and unintentional. to start, ccckk will have 10 chapters, however in its original "outlining" i intended to have 9 chapters

i've shared my hyperlinked table of contents on a few different posts now, mostly as cockteasers. but also i literally don't think i could navigate the google doc without it atp

i think theres like 30k of it published? so there's on average at least 1-2k worth of a scene in all 6 of the unpublished chapters that i've chipped away at over the last 3 years, bc ofc some are more developed than others. there's never been a solid outline for ccckk but rather a string of scenes i knew i wanted at certain intervals, like milestones, and i had wanted to retro-engineer the rest around those concepts

with that in mind, ch10 isn't a real chapter but more like a coda i wrote right after publishing ch1 and so the rest has been "how do i move the story from ch1 to this epilogue?" the plot is only in the first 9 chapters, so i structured it with three "acts" in mind and tried to have the chapter titles reflect that - both for my own amusement and to ground the ideas better lest i forget what wasn't written yet. so if ch4 starts "act 2" then it should show off that shift. but also, i never intended ccckk to be a slowburn, more like a...... medium burn ig? it's supposed to be a todomatty character study first and foremost, after all

each chapter should feel episodic to some extent, since i paced it on individual chapter "goals" rather than wordcount or anything (tbh i actually thought i would only ever hit ~50k total but if i'm not even halfway done and i'm at 30k now? jesus fuck. fuck me. what the fuck did i do.) if i've planned/structured the story like i'm fitting individual glass pieces into a metal frame, then by god you're gonna get the yaoi-est stain-glass art you've ever seen outside church in your life. it's why ch4 utilizes something like a montage, to show that ~passage of time~ and what that did to their dynamic now in this act 2

as to what that situationship dynamic actually ended up looking like on the big screen, i definitely blame @moeatsushi's art for that one^^ a lot of it made me realize i could definitely make them..... messier? nastier? gayer? [insert tumblrbait adjective]? for a lack of a better word. and that i could balance That with the surrealist realism that i wanted to achieve when translating the show into prose. also helped me get out of a general writer's block<3

beyond all that, i think part of it comes from me now being 23 writing yaoi instead of writing yaoi at 20. not that my brains developed any more, but my opinions have changed. like, to the point i find it hard to read the previous chapters when i have to reference them. ch1 really is a mark of shame to me ngl only god knows how i wouldve wrote it now. i had a friend look at it a few weeks ago and they called that shit "college freshmen posting on wattpad" 😓 which is already how i felt about it but whatever. post and move on. i (probably) won't repost/edit since that's more work that no one's paying me for, and it (probably) isn't as bad as my perfectionist monkey brain feels. anyway this isn't about being emo it's my precursor to admitting that there's a good chance i went off script bc i refused to look super close at my own goddamn source material/notes and decided winging it was better out of a mixture of laziness and pride at the cost of tighter consistency/characterization

[photoniccyclone]

SFR Update - Making progress

Hey ho! In my last update, I told you I had been outlining a big scene that would be the last one big one in the chapter. While I have yet to finish that scene, I made A LOT of progress on it. If this scene were normal-sized, it would've been done already; the issue is it's REALLY CHONKY. It's probably the longest scene this fic has had by far, so it's taking a lot to get done.

Also, thanks to the scene being so long, the chapter has passed the 16k word limit, so I'll have to see what to do about that. I will probably cut some stuff out or split it into two shorter chapters, as it likely won't be long enough to split into two full-sized chapters. But I know of some... "fluff" that I may be able to cut out to shorten the length, so I'll probably try that first. In the situation where that doesn't end up working, y'all might end up with two 11k word chapters or something because the current word count of the whole chapter is around 18k. And to that we can expect maybe 1k, 2k, or more words to be added to finish the current scene, and then perhaps about 1k or 2k words to hopefully cover the following two scenes combined.

But yeah, hopefully, the scene will be done sometime in the next week or two, and then I can speedrun the last two scenes and get this thing ready for editing, which will require some more time but hopefully as not as long as the rough draft (as always).

Also, I will have to change some things from previous chapters that I want you all to be aware of when the chapter gets uploaded. I'll mention it in the author's notes when it comes out, too, and I'll say exactly what's been changed, so you don't need to go back and read.

Here are the things that will be changing (if you haven't caught up on SFR yet, which, at the time of posting, means read chapters 1-6; don't read through these yet as they may contain some spoilers. Again, I'll put something similar explaining what's been changed in the author's notes of chapter 7, so don't worry).

For cannon compliance, Sol Regem no longer burned down Elarion. Instead, he tried to, but Ziard successfully stopped him, as in the show. This was initially in there because I thought that after Ziard blinded Sol Regem, he flew back to Elarion and burned it down. This belief held by many, including me at the time, seems to have stemmed from the Midnight Star poem. This, however, at least as far as we know right now, is false. Sol Regem did not manage to burn down Elarion, and the more likely explanation is that all of its citizens were kicked out in the judgment of the half-moon. I debated for a while on whether or not to change this in the fic because it is an au, so technically, I can keep it in there and just claim it's one of the things that have been changed, but a future scene is going to need the canon version of events anyway so this is going to have to be changed. It shouldn't be too hard to do. It's only been brought up in the fic twice so far, and one of them is just a change from "burned down Elarion" to "tried burning down Elarion," pretty much. The other occurs earlier in the fic in chapter 1 and may be harder to change because it's one of the things that Zym roasts Sol Regem on in a way that's not so easily changed. So I'm either going to have to come up with something else for Zym to roast Sol Regem on as a replacement or try to still work with the original one and just change it so it talks about him for attempting to burn it down rather than burning it down. I don't know how easy or hard that will be; that's also in the future when this chapter is pretty much done. I just wanted to let you know this will be changing.

2. In chapter 4, during Team Rayla's battle at the Earthblood settlement. Multiple injuries reference arrows "lodged" into limbs. The problem is, I recently did some research and figured out that if an arrow gets "lodged" into a limb, that limb is going to be out of commission for quite some time; it will likely not just be an "ouchie" that will cause you some pain for a while as it's kinda been shown in the fic. I never wanted the injuries sustained during that fight to be too debilitating as it would make some future scenes not work. I planned to make the injuries bad enough to lower morale, but not enough to put limbs completely out of commission. So, this is gonna have to be changed. I plan on changing places where an arrow gets "Lodged" into a limb to places where an arrow "grazes" the limb. So, it grazes the limb instead of implanting itself into it, decreasing the severity. Hopefully, this will make what they experience after the fight more believable, and it shouldn't be too hard to change.

That's all for now; hopefully, I'll see you all in the not-too-distant future!

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Feel Something {2}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing

Words: 2k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. It’s time for a medic evaluation and chat with Halsey. An encounter with master chief reminds you of why everyone calls him a robot.

Note: Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts.  Thank you for reading! 

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Previous: On Your Six | 

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“Okay, sergeant, you can get dressed now,” Alissa, one of the nurses Halsey regularly used instructed.

 You stood from the cold; clinical observation table not worried about your nakedness. You’d long become desensitized to trivial things like that. It was just a body after all. As you pulled on the tank and leggings you always wore when you had exams scheduled, you tried to not worry what Halsey would find out from this one.

 “Come in the other room once you’re finished sergeant.”

 After lacing your last boot, you walked out of the exam room that was brutally lit with bright white light that illuminated even the darkest corner into an equally radiant room. As you approached the large white table in the center of the room where screens were up you saw Halsey’s back to you. She was reviewing the multitude of scans Alissa had taken. You quickly scanned the images wanting to be prepared for whatever she was going to say but you couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until the images switched to others did you see the red flashing alert. “Potential cerebral and sensation receptor malfunction.”

 Before you could think about it further, she turned to you with a warm smile. From the stories you’d heard from Miranda about nothing about Halsey was every what it seemed you’d begun taking every word and action with several grains of salt and sand and in the worlds around there was plenty of sand.

 “How are you Y/N?”

 You knew she was using your first name rather than your rank as a way to initiate comfort and open honest communication. Deciding to play along, you smiled back with your arms stiffly pressed to your side, your back straight and head high, standing at attention.

 “I’m well.”

 “You sure appear so from the footage of your last mission. Impressive,” she said, another warm smile radiating her face.

 “Thank you ma’am.”

 “At ease Y/N, this is not a military visit. I want to make sure you are feeling at your best.”

 You relaxed your stance, going at ease, clutching your wrist behind your back and widening your stance. She began walking around you, circling you. You didn’t know if her actions were meant to intimidate or confuse you. If it was either, she would be disappointed.

 “I am well.”

 Halsey stopped in front of you analyzing your face for several long moments. Her face was serious now, eyes emotionless but not cold, more—surveilling. She took a breath then walked back to the screens to the image that was showing the alert message. Before she spoke, the doors behind you opened but you didn’t look back to see who had entered.

 “Ah, John. Finished?”

 Master Chief stopped beside you in perfect disciplined form. You didn’t have to look at him to know he stood with his head high, back straight and eyes cold. He was back to being the domineering, alpha solider he’d been since he was a child.

 “At ease, John.”

 He relaxed, but still didn’t look anywhere but forward.

 “Are those my scans?”

 Halsey spun back to the screen and sighed. “No. This conundrum belongs to Y/N.”

 Your instincts said she suspected something was amiss. She walked closer to you then stopped in front of both you and master chief.

 “Y/N, has anything happened within the last forty-eight hours that was out of the ordinary?”

 You gave her words some thought wanting to put on a good show. You knew not only was she watching and accessing everything so was Alissa and the newly joined Adun who was infatuated with her. Regulating your breathing and controlling your heart that threatened to give you away, you planted your feet more firmly.

 “No, Dr. Halsey.”

 It was a bold face lie. All the things that had happened within the last forty-eight hours hat was out of the ordinary flashed through your mind. Your legs wrapped around master chief’s toned waist, your back pressed against cold abrasive steel, your hands exploring every inch of master chief’s chest—abs, ass. Master chief’s lips on yours, then your neck, and breasts. His hands holding you so tight he’d left bruises, his fingers and cock so deep inside you that you felt like you were seeing slip space.

 “Sergeant?”

 You swallowed harder than you should have.

 Massive heightened cerebral activity in the paleomammalian cortex.

 The automated alert sounded throughout the room. Halsey turned to the scans and quickly went over them then looked back to you.

 “What were you just thinking about?”

 “Just the mission, ma’am.”

 Master chief adjusted his stance beside you.

 “Is something wrong, Dr. Halsey? Should I take sergeant Y/L/N off missions?”

 Your head snapped to him shock and anger rising within in. Narrowing your eyes for a split second you turned back to the front. Halsey already clocked the action.

 “I’m not sure John. This is the first time I’m getting any error readings from Y/N. It could be a glitch, could be a malfunction in the tech or even nothing at all,” she said as she circled you again.

 “You say you were thinking about the mission? The paleomammalian cortex is our limbic system, the part of our brain that process and controls a multitude of things such as emotion, storage of memories mainly those that hold a profound emotional tether to them, but also desire mainly sexual desire.”

 You kept yourself reaction free, as did master chief.

 “Do you understand?”

 “Yes ma’am. I don’t see what any of that means. Perhaps you picked up a reading of my frustration for the lack of trust master chief expressed in me to complete the mission when he was occupied.”

 Dr. Halsey stood in front of you again, watching everything. It was a full minute before she nodded. “I did see the footage and heard the audio. I understand.”

 She walked away back to the screens and tapped the alert message making it disappear.

 “We’ll file it under a glitch.”

 You watched as she closed your scans reporting that you were the picture of health. A few short minutes later, she’d dismissed you while asking master chief to remain behind. Fighting the urge to look at him, you turned and walked out of the room. You didn’t stop walking until you’d left medical bay, gone through the watchful eyes of other UNSC soldiers and personnel to get back to the training barracks. 

Tucking yourself in the corner of the showers you took the time to release your angst, worry and trepidations over the experience. It was a good ten minutes before you’d calmed yourself enough to lift your head from between your knees. When you looked up, there master chief stood, all six foot five and two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle and power.

 “Are you sick?”

 You sprang to your feet and held your head high. “No.”

 He cocked his head to the side taking you in with an eyebrow raised.

 “What the hell was that back there?”

 Your eyes dipped low not wanting to maintain eye contact with him. You were a little embarrassed to tell him.

 “Y/N?”

 His voice was softer, but not by much. That was what made you look at him again and the urge to touch him was too strong this time. You placed your hand on his chest over one well defined pectoral muscle and took a step into him. His scent instantly engulfed you. One would think that a SPARTAN would smell like gun oil, metal, gunpowder, sweat and the blood of their enemies but his scent was not that right now. He smelled of metal, a toasty fire, the earth and something else. Was it air, sand, rocks, water? You couldn’t place it. His eyes dropped to your hand on his chest but he didn’t remove it or step back. instead you swore you felt his heartbeat speed.

 “I don’t think we’ve ever not seen each other in forty-eight hours. I didn’t know it was possible.”

 He sighed heavily but didn’t speak.

 “Have you been avoiding me?”

 Silence.

 “You don’t answer my hails, or your door and you sure haven’t come to mine. I don’t even see you at the mess. You’ve been avoiding me.”

 It was then he stepped back, but still your hand remained on his chest.

 “Why would I avoid you sergeant?”

 At the mention of your rank, your body and thoughts stilled. You studied him for a few moments taking in his hard expression, emotionless eyes, and clenched jaw. This was the master chief you knew, the man who intimidated everyone well before he stepped into a room. The hard faced, cold son of a bitch who cared about only the mission. Wanting to give him one more chance, you stepped closer and placed your other hand on the other side of his chest. A deep inhale followed.

 “Do you think she knows?”

 Master chief clenched his jaw tightly then brought his hands up to softly grasp your wrists. His hands engulfed your small wrists but that was all for a few seconds. Then as if a switch had gone off inside his head he pulled your hands from his body and lowered them to your sides.

 “There is nothing to know.”

 He took two steps back this time.

 “Get some rest, sergeant. We need you in tip top shape for the next mission.”

 He turned to walk out but your voice stopped him.

 “John--.”

 Immediately he stopped as if hitting a glass wall, but he didn’t turn around. You remembered the feel of his name on your lips while you were together. You remembered the sound of it and what it did to him. You picked up his shoulders rolling backward as he flexed his back. He remembered too.

 “I’m back to being your sergeant?”

 “That is what you are.”

 His voice was cold, but then again it had always been cold even when his actions were filled with passion. That evening with you it hadn’t been cold.

 “Is that all?”

 Master chief took a deep breath, hung his head then shook it. When he turned he towered over you.

 “Let me be clear, sergeant. I am your superior here. You are my subordinate, you have my back in the field and I have yours. We get in and get the job done. Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has. None of it will ever happen again. Keep your head in the fight, there is a lot at stake. Am I clear, sergeant?”

 Every word he spoke felt like tiny shards of glass or sharp rock that splintered through you and as they made impact they didn’t exit, they remained embedded within you to wreak maximum destruction. You didn’t know if it was his cold and harsh words or his eyes that were so devoid of emotion that made it worse or maybe the fact he didn’t even wait for you to answer or his final words.

 “Dismissed, sergeant.”

 Whatever it was, he was gone within seconds from speaking them leaving you standing alone in the showers with a massive case of whiplash from the fluctuations within him in the last forty-eight hours. You should have felt used, hurt or even heartbroken but you felt anger. It was anger directed at him, at Halsey’s stupid scans and tests, anger at where your thoughts had drifted after your bodies joined together, but most of all it was anger with yourself. You’d broken so many rules, not just Halsey’s or the UNSC’s but rules you’d set for yourself. You’d proved yourself lacking.

  If there was one thing in the universe you hated, it was being weak and inadequate.

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[sillyrabbit81]

I love your writing🖤 could you write something where syverson has to take care of his drunk s/o after she comes back from girls night 😂? please but no pressure

Thanks for the prompt Anon! Sorry it’s taken me so long!

When you say “take care” of… I’m not sure if this is what you meant but here you go.

Summary: You leave your Girls’ Night early because you have needs.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 2k

Warnings: Complete smut, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy (apparently these need a warning), dirty talk, praise kink, suggested Daddy kink, masturbation, p in v sex, drunk sex

Authors Note: Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Girls’ Night Needs

Fumbling at the front door of your house, you finally turn the key to the screen door. Success! Ok, one down one more to go. You concentrate really hard, blinking several times as you try to fix your swimming vision. Ok you can do it.

The door swings open and there is your man, dressed only in his boxer briefs. Your eyes rake over him taking in every feature, wondering how you got so lucky to get a beast like Sy as your husband. From his short hair, coarse unkept beard, his broad shoulders, defined chest sprinkled with soft fur, you can’t stop staring. Your eyes follow the velvety trail leading to his shorts and those huge powerful thighs that fuck you into oblivion make you gulp.

You stand up straight, well, as straight as you can while your balance makes you weave, “Well hey, Daddy,” you slur.

You see Sy’s lips twitch as he steps back and lets you in. “You’re home early,” he notes. It’s only 11.30pm, he wasn’t expecting you for a few hours yet. “Didn’t you have a good time?” He closes the door behind you.

“I did!” you exclaim excitedly.

His face gets stern as he shushes you. “Quiet woman, you’ll wake the kids.”

You nod your understanding and wrap your arms around Sy’s waist. You press your hips into him, rolling them from side to side. Whispering in a way only intoxication can make you believe is quiet you say, “I did but I missed you.”

Sy was smirking openly now, and you felt movement in his shorts. “Is that a fact?”

You nod, trying to make your voice sound sexy, “Uh huh.”

Sy starts to walk you to your bedroom. “Did you miss me or miss my cock?”

You giggle and say, “Both?”

Sy hums, “Good answer.” He lifts you and you squeal giggling. Sy’s face is severe as he spanks your ass, “What’d I say about keeping quiet?” You press your lips together and zip them. Sy grins, “Good girl.”

You squeeze your legs tight around Sy’s waist. You were like putty in his hands. His strict commands followed by his praise, you bite your lip, he knows what that did to you. Oh god you wanted him. You were already wet in the taxi ride home but now you were soaked, your panties sticking to you as you felt his abdomen against your open legs.

When you reached the bedroom, Sy put you down gently but your head spun and you stumble. He steadies you and looks you in the eye. “What’d ya looking at?” you ask.

He laughed, “You’re drunk as a skunk.”

“Shhh! Don’t tell anyone.”

“Ok, our secret then.” He sits on the edge of the bed and passes you his water bottle from beside his bed.

“Water!” You grab it out of his hands and fumble with the top. Shaking his head, he takes it out of your hands and opens it and give it back. You drink greedily from it before handing it back.

You kick your heels off, and they fly into the closet, banging loudly. “Hey,” Sy says sharply, “So help me little girl, you wake the kids and I’ll spank you.”

You laugh, “Promise?” You pull your sweater off over your head and hear Sy’s growl as you reveal the lingerie you wore the night of your last anniversary. You unzip the side of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. With unsteady legs you climb onto his lap. You feel his hands on your thighs as you press yourself into him. You kiss his neck, deep and hard as you grind against him. Your hands slide down his arm, tracing the hard muscles under his skin.

“What’s gotten into you, Woman?” Sy asks huskily.

“What do mean?” you ask. You know what he means, you’re never aggressive like this, you rarely instigate sex. You don’t really have to, one suggestion you may be interested is enough for him to get the hint. But tonight is different, tonight you thought about him from the minute you left the house. You wanted him desperately, so much so that within a few hours you left your girlfriends at the club and came straight home. “I just need my husband to fuck me ‘til I can’t walk.”

Sy laughs, “I can see that.” You nip his earlobe, and he groans squeezing your ass his fingers digging deep into your soft flesh. “Fuck, you ain’t givin’ me much choice tonight are ya, Baby?”

“Nope,” you say. “I need you to take care of me, Captain.”

“You tell your Captain what you need Baby,” Sy says, and you know you have him.

“I need you inside me,” you whisper, boldly. You never talked like this either and Sy swears, which only encourages you to get dirtier. “I’m so wet for you, I need your big hard cock in my tight little pussy. I need you hurt me, fuck me like the cock hungry slut I am, I need you to cum inside me, fill me with your cum, Captain.”

“You gotta be quiet, ok Baby?” He says. “You think you can do that for me?”

You nod, “I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” Sy praises. He gives you a kiss, just a quick peck and gives your ass a tap, indicating you should get off him. “Take these off and get under the covers, I’m gonna check on the kids real quick.”

Throwing on a pair of sweats, Sy leaves the room. You get undressed and wait, but you’re too excited and you find yourself with your hand between your legs. You really are wet, and in your warm tipsy state you can’t help yourself and start to tease, spreading your arousal over your soft folds, thinking about how good it will feel when he gets back. You moan and arch your back as your fingertips slide over your clit.

“What are you doing under there, Baby?” You didn’t hear him come back and you freeze. Sy raises an eyebrow as he locks the bedroom door.

If you weren’t drunk you would have been embarrassed but this time you didn’t care, “You took too long,” you say.

Pulling both his sweats and underwear off Sy climbs in beside you, slides one arm under your head and uses the other to put your leg over his body. You’re spread wide open in this position, just how he likes you. He flicks your hand away, growling in your ear he says, “That’s my job.” You moan as he slides his fingers over your slit. “Fuck Baby, you’re so wet. You really do need me dontcha?”

“Please,” you mumble as his fingers circle your clit. Sy’s free hand circles your body and pinches at your breasts while he starts teasing your nub.

Whispering in his gravelly drawl, he starts talking, “Baby, you make the sweetest noises for me, but you’ve got to be quiet. Shh, Baby, I know, I know. You’re so needy, I can feel your thighs tremblin’ already. You feel so good, Baby. I can’t wait to slide my cock into you, but you’ve gotta cum first Darlin’. Oh Baby, you’re making my dick so hard right now. Shh…”

He doesn’t stop, he keeps talking, crude, yet sweet. His soft lips and abrasive beard caress the shell of your ear while his fingers work your hard little pearl, and his leviathan cock presses into the side of your ass cheek. You were so close; you could feel your heart beat through your entire body and you started to shout.

“Shhh baby. You gotta be quiet or I’m going to have to stop. You wanna come dontcha, shh, shh,” You couldn’t help it and you started to shout as you felt the first signs your orgasm was going to hit, and you couldn’t stop crying out. You felt Sy’s hand across your mouth, your calls muffled by his huge palm. “Fuck it, Baby. Scream, let it all out. Goddamn, you look so hot right now.” And you do, shouting his name as your hips buck under his touch. “That’s it Baby. Fuck yes. Oh fuck, you look so goddamn good when you cum for me.”

Not giving you a moment to recover, he rolls you onto your stomach. His hand stayed on your mouth as he laid on top of you. You feel him pressing himself between your folds as he impales you from behind without warning. You cry out into his hand as he stretches you around his cock. He bites into your neck as he starts fucking you. Growling and grunting, he punishes your pussy. “Goddamn woman, you feel so good. You make me so fuckin’ hard. Can you feel it Baby? Does it feel good? Yeah it does, feel how good you take me.”

Sy doesn’t go easy on you, and you don’t want him to, this is exactly how you needed him, you needed him rough, brutal, punishing. You wanted him to fuck you like he did ten years ago, young, newlywed, no kids to worry about, no real responsibilities except to the other.

You feel Sy take your hand in his, lacing his thick fingers around yours as he continues to talk. His voice changes, his desperate mutterings are nearly tender. This was your favourite part, the words he says before he cums, “I fuckin’ love you baby. You’re so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ sexy. Goddamn I love fuckin’ you. You’ve got the best goddamn pussy in the world. So wet and tight and shit baby you’re gonna make me cum.” He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your neck, his fingers squeezed yours and he growls as he thrusts into you. You feel his rhythm become sloppy then feel his cock swelling as he releases into you.

Sy slowly peels his fingers from your mouth, and he nuzzles into your neck, kissing you. “Shit Baby, you need to have girl’s night more often.”

You giggle, “I will if you’re gonna fuck me like that when I get home.”

He chuckles and rolls off you and you roll onto your back. Sy lays his head on your chest hugging you, assuming the familiar position you always end up in after sex. He likes to stay like this while you stroke his head for a few minutes before you either shower or you roll over and he spoons you to sleep. Running his hands over your breasts and belly Sy asks, “So what did you girls end up doing tonight?”

“We had dinner at that vegan Thai place Liz really likes and…”

You were interrupted by crying, your five year old was having night terrors. There wasn’t much you could do but you had to watch them because sometimes they started wandering around the house. You sigh and start getting up.

“No, Baby,” Sy gives you a quick kiss. “You stay here. I promised you a night off and you’re getting it.” He pulls his sweats on and turns the light off as he leaves the room. You hear him in the hallway speaking low and gentle, “Hey buddy bear. You alright? C’mon, let’s go back to your room.”

You roll onto your side as you smile thinking about how much you love your man. As you start to fall into that weird state between being awake and asleep, you feel Sy climb back into bed, positioning himself as big spoon. Just before you succumb to sleep, you hear him whisper, “Love you, Baby.”

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Jimin (The one where he got offended)

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk, pleAzE. This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵

Word count: 2k??? eyeballing the numbers because I edit as I post.

Genre: smut and some others, idk,,, just read with caution i guess??

Title: The one where he got offended

a/n:  The feeling of exhilaration while writing this is fucking over flowing, what the fuck?? The amount of apology that I had to say while writing is just... I’m writing him as Jimin himself and my imaginations just kept going and going. 

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You flutter your eyes open, the sunlight that seeped through the curtain made your headache even worst. Remembering how you acted last night made you regret things, because first of all, you're in a random hotel suite. Second (and third), you have an arm around you and you don't remember who is it. There's a tattoo just above his elbows that says "FOREVER", you slowly lifted his arms and roll away. You do feel satisfied in a way, but still questioning yourself what the hell happened last night?

Using your left arm to hold the sheet to your body and made your way on the other side of the bed to find your clothes. You found your panties bunch up in the night stand as you pick it up you saw a view of the guy's face and made you gasp dramatically, "No way." you breath, "Jimin? Park Jimin? BTS?" You inch your face to have a closer look because this can’t be happening. His slightly parted lips, cute nose and peaceful eyes made you confirm and squeal.  "I slept with  Park Jimin?" Even though you just mouthed the words you still can’t believe you can say that without being delusional.

Suddenly a series of short clips memory of last night played in your head. Your friends asked you for a night out and got wasted. You danced, grind with someone. He started kissing you. Both of you were giggling on the way to his hotel room then bam! You're naked in his bed with a banging hangover.

You weren't really big fan of them, but you listen to their music because you know they were kind of a big deal. It is also undeniable that he's hot, all of them are. Now you’re wondering how embarrassing you were last night, just thinking about it made your stomach whirl. You quickly gather all your things and place them on the coffee table.  The white sheet still your body, figured you should write a note for him before leaving. You pull the drawer in the night stand next to him, he started shuffling so you stopped for a moment, "Shit. Don’t wake up." You slowly kneel and start writing.

Jimin? I know you

Hey you!

What’s up, Jimin?

“Thanks, JM!

"JM? Ah, fuck this is hard!" you mouthed. You may have written a few notes after a one night stand, but never for a celebrity. Does he really need note? You thought about bailing without a trace, but you stick to your common courtesy.  J, Thank you for a great night! You did a good job! I'm sorry for leaving like this, but-

He groans causing you to stop writing and stare, waiting. Your breath hitched when he opened his eyes halfway then smirked. "Hey, baby." Your stomach turns upside down from the smirked and the pet name and the fact that Park Jimin is right in front of you. "What are you doing?" Jimin lifted his head a little, but you shove the paper in your chest.

"I was about to leave– I.. uhm.. Sorry? I should've–"

"Nothing... nothing." You were still staring at him, mentally asking yourself if you were dreaming, because he looks like an angel under the small ray of sunlight and white sheets he's lying in. How the fuck can someone look this gorgeous up close? You’ve seen plenty of men that made you jaw drop, but he’s different… panty dropping different… literally.

Jimin turn over and supported his weight using his elbow causing the sheet to slide down a bit, "Leave?" He rubbed his eye and so he didn't see how you were ogling on his abs and NEVER MIND tattoo. "Why?" he yawn

"I.. uhm.." you cleared your throat awkwardly, "well, one night stand actually works like that." You stand up and fix your sheet, suddenly feeling insecure with your body for the first time in a while. It's Park Jimin for the love of God!

You felt your cheeks heat up, "I.. uh.. I am?"

"Huh," There's amused smile on his face, "You were the first person to leave even after they found out that it was me who they slept with. You're cute." He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to bed. "I'm not done with you yet. You were wild last night."

“Don’t worry, it’s just Namjoon-hyung.” Jimin smiled lightly while staring at your face, you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath until you let out a shaky one. He cup your face down to your neck before pressing his lips onto yours, he didn't move until he felt that you melted into his kiss, closing your eyes slowly. That's when he started kissing you, the moment you suck on his bottom lips, Jimin aggressively slides his tongue on your lips parting them. 'I should stop' you thought to yourself, but you were too busy tasting him sober, you can't remember much what happened last night, but you're craving it— him again.

He chuckled and turns his head to show you the love marks you left on his neck, “How about these for an answer?” You pursed your lips from shyness. “And also, someone made a noise complaint.”

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” You pull yourself up, but he uses his arms to lay you back down.

Jimin pull the sheet from you causing you to hitch in his mouth, he titters at your reaction. Every inch of your body is exposed, displaying your body for him to see and explore once again, you felt him smile and moan in the kiss. Immediately, his warm hands found your breast and sensitive nipple. He gave it a playful squeeze and mouth pulling away, "You tasted amazing by the way. I was meaning you tell you last night, but I was too busy." He winked at you, the same ones he uses to his fans to make them faint, but it only made your heart beat fast and breath slow, you felt like dying from it. His mouth connected to your nipple, sucking and giving it a hard lick.

"Hmm, Jimin-" You shut your eyes hard and moaned, never thought that you'll moan his name like that, you never even thought that he'll make you feel this good. His hands travel to your centre and circle around the hood of your clit teasing. "Fu-fuck." You grab his shoulders for support, but your hands travel down his ribs, tips of your fingers played with his tattoo, down to his boxers.

His shaft is already visible, twitching every time you played with his garters. "Don't fucking tease." Jimin groan as his kisses went on your neck sucking a good spot. You slid your hands on the only garment he has and stroke his cock. "Wow." You couldn't help, but mumbled. He's thick as fuck, no wonder you feel sore. Your mouth started to water, "Uhm.. can.. I.. suck you off?" He stopped abruptly on what he is doing to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"You’re just really born to be wild, aren’t you?"

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “It’s not like this is your first time to be asked.” Both of his shoulder lifted with a cockiness on his face.

Giving him a few stroke while making your mouth pool with saliva, you opened your mouth to lick the pre cum off and finally taking his tip. Your tongue play with his head and slit causing him to grunt your name, you were even surprise (and turned on) that he remembered it, "Pretty and warm mouth.” Little by little you're taking his length, he’s stretching your mouth with his hardness. Gagging as your nose touches his abdomen taking him fully, you did this a few more times making Jimin clutch the bed sheet, "Fuck."

You made yourself comfortable between his legs. His boxers were still on so you look up both of your eyes met and he's waiting patiently on your next move with hooded dark eyes and clenched jaw. You never felt nervous giving a blow job before not even your first time, well, you never gave one to a celebrity before, but you have some tricks and things that make you good at it. With one smooth motion you pull down his boxers, causing his long thick cock to slap against his abdomen. "Wow." you muttered again. How can a dick look this beautiful? The prominent veins and pink tip made both of your lips water.

He taps your arms and pulls you back up, "Why? You were close." You whine while wiping your lips using the back of your hand, you felt how heavy he was right when he pull you.

"I know, baby, but I don't want to cum in your mouth." He smug smile, the amount of control he has to himself suddenly amazes you and you never had sex with someone who edges themselves voluntarily, we all crave for a high. He fumbles on the drawer to get condoms and then stop to read your note. Jimin look at you with mouth open, "Good job? I did a good job? Have you forgotten how loud you were screaming last night?"

You pursed your lips, thinking of an answer, "I said it was a great night." he seem to be offended by what you wrote and to be completely honest you can't remember how the sex went last night, but you felt good and satisfied when you woke up. He still stares at you like forcing for an answer.  "I.. uh..."

"You can't even remember can you?" His suspicious look turns into a glare, "Here, let me remind you." He tosses the notepad somewhere and rip the condom packet, the excitement pools in your center as he carefully roll the condom down his throbbing cock.  Jimin grabs your ankles and pull you to the edge of the bed before positioning himself between your legs, he pushes his shaft inch by inch making you whimper.

"Jesus, that's big." You gape you mouth as he stretches your velvet walls.

"Good, you’re starting to remember." Jimin got satisfaction all over his face as you mention he’s big over and over last night. He pull all the way out before slamming himself and thrusting roughly, he grabs your leg and placing your ankle on his shoulders. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop you from screaming his name, “Let it out, baby.”

You shake your head and cover your mouth, Jimin sneer before letting go of your leg. He removed your hand from your mouth and connected his lips on yours momentarily before thrusting fast and hard, “Fuck, Jimin!” you felt a familiar knot in your stomach causing you to scream out his name, "Jimin, I’m coming! Fuck! Fuck!"

“That’s right, Y/N!” He continues with his pace, "Come with me, baby." As soon as those words left his mouth your orgasm rushes together with him, your eyes went to the back of your head as the pleasure keeps on going. Jimin grunts releasing his seeds and you pulsate, squeezing him. You shivered as he pulls out from you, "Do you remember it now?"

"Vividly." You pant and smile at him.

A loud bang on the door made both of you look. Jimin covers himself with the sheet and opens the door a little, “For fuck sake Jimin it’s 7am!” You heard a frustrated man.

"Sorry, hyung!” Jimin yelled before shutting the door, he has a cheeky grin when he turns to you, who’s red as a tomato. “That was Namjoon-hyung.”

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