#if you get a few steps closer the back of his hair and his bandana loads

[dangoulains-devotion]

sorry for the phone pic but I'm in hysterics Vincent's hair just doesn't load at a distance and seems to be the only person this happens to I'm in tears. like to slap his bald heid etc

[aesthetic-bbyg]

SWEETNESS ~ BUGGY

LA!buggy x straw hat!reader

Based off of this post bc it made me giggle PT 2

Nattie speaks: y’all this mf clown has no right to be so fine but LAWRD. I’d do anything just for one lick. This is short nd simple but cute🤭

ZORO DRAGGED HIS FEET across the wooden floors of the Going Merry, ignoring the muffled screeching of the clown head inside the dark sack as he set his eyes on thing. Nightfall was approaching, everyone on the ship wanted some rest, yet nobody was getting any with the constant whining of Buggy. The green haired man pushed open your door, making you jumped slightly as you looked towards him with a raised brow.

“I give up, all yours now.” Zoro voiced practically dripped in annoyance, he tossed the sack across the room, making it land onto the soft cushion of your bed before slamming the door behind him.

You could hear groans coming from the sack, “Damn you, you fucking broccoli-haired ass!” You chuckled softly, putting down the comb you had in your hand and walking towards the scruffy bag. As you released the clown head he sighed in content, breathing in the fresh scent of berries that engulfed the room. “Ah, sweetness, so good to see you!”

“Nice to see you too, Buggy.” You giggled, “You doing alright there?” You asked, smiling a bit as the man got comfortable on your bed.

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” He winked with a flirtatious smirk on his red painted lips. “I definitely thought he was going to put me with that weird chef guy again so he could chop me into piece and cook me or something.”

“Looks like you got lucky today.” You smirked back, grabbing him and placing him on the small vanity, going back to combing through your hair. Buggy was a simple man, with simple needs, especially since his whole body was gone. The angle his head was facing gave him more fuel into his dirty thoughts. His eyes directly faced your chest, eyes captured on the line of cleavage peeking from the low cut tank top you had on. He was hypnotized by you, for the first time since he was taken by Luffy and placed on the ship to sail away to Arlong island he’d gone completely silent.

You simply hummed, clueless of how the clown shifted slightly to get a closer view. You suddenly let out a huff, dropping the comb and looking over at the clown. “Y’know, I like having you around here, you totally make me feel special and even though the rest of the crew might really, really not like you, know I’m on your side.”

“Mhmm.” Buggy hummed in response, eyes hungrily watching you. “I appreciate that, sweetness.”

You smiled. “You hungry?” You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him carefully like he was a baby. The blue hairs that peaked from under the striped bandana tickled your skin.

Buggy enjoyed being around you, especially since you were so generous and careful with him, the others simply tossed him into the sack or an empty barrel whenever he even spoke. But you, you fed him, you defended him, you took care of him and did the exact opposite of what everyone else did. “I’m hungry for one thing, that’s for sure, sweetness.” The clown replied, eyes still clued onto your tits as you entered the small kitchen.

“Hey, maybe we can brush through that tangled mess once we get a quick snack.” You replied giddily with a big smile, “Hey, and wanna know another thing—“ You heard a string of groans follow as soon as you stepped into the room with Buggy.

“I gave him to you specifically to get away from him.” Zoro groaned, making Sanji nod in agreement.

“I’ll be out soon, stop your whining.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, reaching for the basket of fruit and picking out two apples. You picked up a knife and cutting board, quickly going to work and chopping up a few apple slices. “So as I was saying, nobody has ever taken me seriously, which why I also like you, you don’t make fun of me which is what many others do.”

Zoro and Sanji glanced at eachother with questioning looks as you proceeded with your mini rant, both of them making eye contact with the clown head that smirked at them, a cheeky look in his eyes.

“But I mean, Luffy chose me to be a part of his crew so obviously I can be more, I’m not dumb, and I feel like more people need to take me seriously.”

“Hey.” The clown smirked as he watched your every move, finally speaking up about his slight obsessing with your chest. “Nice tits.”

“Thank you!” You happily replied with a smile, placing the slices on a clean plate and taking Buggy back to your room as everyone stared in shock. “Goodnight boys!”

“Yeah, goodnight fellas!” Buggy called out, and if only he’d had the rest of his body he’d most definitely be given them a middle finger.

“How is it that a clown can do better at getting that girl then me?” Sanji muttered in annoyance.

Forever will live, love, and laugh Buggy

yummy, I <3 men who are bbyg’s

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Sad Conrad request. Surprising him at the beach house and being there through the hard moments with his mom

Grab your tissues, this is a sad one

Warnings: mention of cancer/death

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‘’She won’t get better. It’s too late,’’ a crying Conrad said through the phone one late evening of May.

You sat up in your bed, giving him your best attention as your heart clenched.

These past few months, Susannah had been trying a new treatment for her cancer. She initially didn’t want to do it, but she would do anything for her boys. It’s been tough for her and the boys, physically and emotionally, but Susannah was a fighter. If she could beat cancer once, she could do it again, right?

Today, she had an appointment with her oncologist to see if the treatment was working. Conrad had been very stressed over it, calling you more often just to hear your reassuring words. You stayed optimistic for his sake, but you couldn’t lie to him. There were chances the treatment did not work.

‘’S-she’s gonna die.’’ His voice cracked at the last word, causing a tear to slip down your face.

That night, you almost booked a flight to Boston just to hold him in your arms.

*

When June came, you all went to Cousins’ beach for the last time. The last summer, her last summer.

On the day of the Fishers’ arrival, you sat on Conrad’s perfectly made bed and waited for him to walk through his door. It felt strange to be alone in their holiday house. Susannah had helped you plan the surprise for Conrad, mailing you a double of the keys a week before their arrival. He had been taking care of her so well during her treatment, she wanted to thank him in a special way.

You heard the door open downstairs, Conrad and Jeremiah’s voices soon filling the house. A know formed in your stomach, excited and nervous at the same time. Susannah’s voice mixed with the two, asking Conrad to take the bags upstairs.

The stairs creaked under his steps, listening as he took his mother’s bags to her room first, then his own. You held your breath as you saw the doorknob turn, soon revealing the boy you had missed so much with one bag over his shoulder and his suitcase in his other hand.

A mix of complete surprise and confusion spread on his face when he saw you sitting there on his bed.

‘’Hi.’’ You stood and a smile curled on Conrad’s lips for the first time in a while.

He dropped his bag and the suitcase’s handle and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you from the ground. You wrapped your own arms around his neck as your legs did the same to his waist, finally in each other‘s hold.

‘’What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be here until Sunday.’’

You pulled back slightly, pushing that one piece of hair from his pretty eyes. You missed him and the soft smile he only kept for you. ‘’I drove here two days early to surprise you.’’

‘’Consider me surprised,’’ he said, closing the space between you and kissing you for the first time since spring break. Without breaking the kiss, Conrad took you to his bed, toppling on it in a mess of tangled limbs. ‘’How did you get in? Did you pick our backdoor?’’

‘’Susannah.’’

His eyebrows drew closer. ‘’My mom?’’

You nodded.

For a very short moment, Conrad was happy. And it was all because of you — with the help of Susannah.

*

As the summer went by, and Conrad was turning into a shell of his person. He was barely ever leaving the beach house or his mother’s side, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before the end.

Since her last scan, the cancer had spread. She was getting more sick each day, becoming more tired and frail every time you saw her. Her blond hair was gone, replaced by a bandana that covered her bald head.

It was sad to watch.

‘’I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if my mom’s not there?’’ Conrad asked one night you were sitting on the back porch, his feet dipped in the pool water.

‘’You can talk to me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.’’ You put your hand on his shoulders and he started to sob as you felt your own tears blurring your vision.

‘’She’s too young to die. She’ll never come to my college graduation or Jere’s high school graduation.’’

A few weeks later, you and Conrad were watching a movie in the living room, when Susannah came to get a glass of water. Conrad had fallen asleep against you, too tired to stay up late like he used to these days. You asked if she needed your help, but she smiled and said she was okay.

Before going back to her room, she came to the living room and put her hand on your arm. ‘’Thank you for being there for Connie. He doesn’t say, but he’s taking it the hardest. When I… He’s gonna take it the hardest.’’ She looked down at her son, a sad smile on her lips and tears welling in her eyes. ‘’Please take care of him.’’

*

When Susannah took her last breath, the weather was gloomy and dark outside, reflecting perfectly the feeling of the coming weeks.

You got the call at 3am and drove down to Boston, to the Fishers’ home. A red-eyed teary Jeremiah answered the door. You gave him a long hug, then headed to Conrad’s room. Laurel and her kids were there, all grieving the loss of a close friend — a non-blood-related family member.

As you entered Conrad's room, the somber atmosphere weighed heavily. The curtains were shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness, illuminated by the smallest crack of light coming from the top of the window. On the bed was Conrad, still in his clothes from last night, crying in silence and holding the old shark plushie his mother got him as a child. It had seen better days and was missing one eye, he hadn’t let go of it since coming home from the hospital.

His shoulders stiffened when he heard the door opening, about to rudely shoo out whoever had come to check on him, but relaxed when he saw you. Your hair was gathered in a loose ponytail, strands framing your face, and your shirt was an old one of Conrad’s, but none of that mattered to him. There was no one else he wanted to see beside his mom than you.

Lifting his head from the shark plushie, the steady flow of tears on his face. breaking your heart. His blue eyes, once vibrant, were now red and swollen from hours of crying, just like his brother’s.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words seemed inadequate in the face of such profound loss. So you said nothing.

You laid with him on the bed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him into you like you had done these past months. The second his face met your chest, his sobs filled the room, finally allowing himself to let go now that you were there to catch him.

Rare were the times you had seen Conrad, but it was heartbreaking every time. You rubbed circles around his back and rested your cheek on his head, feeling his tears soak your shirt as he cried, silent tears falling from your own eyes.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours — just the two of you laying on his bed. Laurel didn’t bother checking on him, knowing he was well taken after with you. It was a weight off her shoulders, one less thing she needed to worry about.  

As the night was starting to fall outside, you felt Conrad's breathing even out, telling you he had fallen asleep. You didn't know how long he had been up for, but he must've been exhausted — in every way.

You carefully reached out to grab the soft blanket from behind him, trying to not wake him, but Conrad tightened his grip on you as he sensed your movement, afraid of losing the anchor that kept him grounded. 

‘’Don’t leave me too,’’ he mumbled, his voice so small and weak you didn't hear it.

You stayed still, frozen by his words. The vulnerability in his voice pierced your heart, and you realized that even in his sleep, his fear of abandonment lingered. 

Gently, you brushed your fingers through his hair, softly whispering back to him in reassurance.  ‘’I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'll be right here when you wake up.’’

You vowed to be there for him, to support him through the darkest hours of his journey, and you planned on keeping that promise you made to Susannah, even if it meant staying up all night holding him or skipping a few days of classes at college. 

With great care, you shifted your position, sliding out from under him just enough to reach the blanket. As you draped it over both of you, he instinctively clung tighter to you, seeking the comfort of your presence.

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[cursingtoji]

I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event

note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi

A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.

You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.

"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.

"Hello, angel."

"Am I in a genjutsu?"

"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."

"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."

You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.

"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.

"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.

"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.

"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.

"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.

"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring your face until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.

Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.

"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.

"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.

"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.

"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.

"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.

"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.

"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.

Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.

“Good luck, guys.”

see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya

[justmeinatree]

… Choke Him With A Sea View

Summary : Part 2 to Cocaine, Side Boob, … with a hint of subrry.

TW : smut, drugs, choking

Word Count : 2.4k

it was a perfect day at the beach. you both woke up around mid morning, stepping out of the back of the van, your bodies welcoming the opportunity to properly stretch.

the beach had significantly more people splayed out on the sand now that the sun is perched high in the sky. harry suggests leaving the van, as he loves the spot you’ve seemingly reserved for yourselves, and take a walk to find some breakfast. 

he lights up a joint, sharing it with you as he walks down the boardwalk, arm swung over your shoulders, keeping you close to him. 

you found a spot with a nice beachside patio, enjoying a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, potatoes, fruits, everything you could happily imagine eating for a good cozy first meal of the day.

you both head back to the van, spreading out on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. you’d alternate between your stomach and back, working up an even golden glow, and running into the ocean whenever the heat would start burning your skin uncomfortably.

the one thing you hadn’t thought about was that the prospect of spending a day at the beach with harry, meant having beach harry in your face all day long. and somehow keeping yourself composed in the process.

harry at the beach, had an absurd amount of people, mostly young women, gawking over him. thankfully you were incredibly secure in your relationship, something harry has unknowingly done for you with all his reassurances and words of love over the years.

and really you can’t blame them for staring. harry’s currently sprawled out on the sand, a new bandana wrapped in his curls, the tiniest little yellow swim shorts you’ve ever laid eyes on, currently sitting low on his hips.

his skin has a nice golden tan, the sun shining down on him, giving him a literal glow. his skin littered in tattoos, all of which are on full display with the severe lack of clothing. even that fuckin tiger is staring back at you. that tattoo’s been doing things to you since the day he came home and took the bandage off to show you.

your want for him only got worse as harry went for a dip in the ocean, trailing back up the beach towards you. his swim shorts were extra snug due to the water clinging to his skin, and you swear you can see the outline of his cock bouncing around as he walks.

his golden skin is dripping, quite literally, with the salty water, as he smiles at you the closer he gets. 

harry shakes some of the droplets off onto you playfully, the water absolutely frigid against your sun kissed skin, making you scream and wiggle around in the sand to get away from him. 

he giggles, laying next to you, splayed out on his back, resting on his elbows to look around, before his eyes land on you. “caught you staring a few times there lovie,” he hums with a smirky smile. “liked what you were looking at ?”

you scrunch your eyes, finger tapping against your chin playfully, as if you were actually thinking about it. “you know what ? no, i didn’t like what i was looking at,” you hum, wanting to play with him a bit. “actually, i love what i was looking at, so much it literally hurts some times.”

you watch the shy smile pull at harry’s lips, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he lays fully on his back. his hand reaches out for yours, grasping it and bringing it to his lips. 

harry keeps his grasp on your hand, kissing the back of it and lightly trailing his kisses up your arm to your neck, making him roll onto his side, getting impossibly closer to you. “so fuckin lucky to have met you. lucky to have you in my life. lucky to have your love,” harry murmurs against your ear, pausing after each sentence to peck a sucking kiss against your neck. “no one’s ever made me feel like you do. love you more than i could ever describe.”

your heart explodes listening to him. quite literally explodes. you grasp into his hair, pulling harry’s head out of your neck, making him look down at you.

harry’s eyebrows furrow as he takes in your face, his hand leaving yours momentarily to gently swipe at the stray tear making its way down your cheek. “you’re crying. why are you crying sweetheart ?”

“you just make me very happy,” you whisper, taking a deep breath, blinking away the water that’s accumulated into your eyes. 

harry leans down, lips attaching to yours in a deeply passionate kiss. his tongue pokes out flicking against your bottom lip as he rolls over a bit more, laying half on top of you with one leg slotted between yours.

you wrap one arm around his neck, your other hand cupping harry’s neck and jaw. you whimper quietly into his mouth, your hips rolling against his thigh to get some much needed relief.

harry pulls away from the kiss, shaking his head, “are you high lovie ? s’still tons of families everywhere.”

you groan frustratedly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “sorry, sorry, fuck. i’m just so worked up baby,” you whimper, reaching for his lips again, making him pull away with a smirk.

“just gonna have to wait a bit. distract yourself lovie,” harry murmurs, rolling away to sit next to you. “besides, what’s got you so worked up today ?”

“you’ve got me worked up today,” you groan, rubbing at your eyes harshly, trying to get the mental image that is your boyfriend off of your mind. “you look so fuckin good, i’ve been dripping all day.”

you notice a faint, breathy “fuck” leaving harry’s lips. you also notice the deep, slow breath he takes as he shamelessly repositions his interested cock. 

“right then,” harry hums, sitting straight up and clapping his hands, officially needing a distraction as well. “lets get blitz and go for a swim, proper fun distraction, hmm ?”

“s’not like i’m gonna say no to that,” you laugh, joining him in the back of the van, both of you seated with your legs dangling off the end. you watch harry tap some powder out of a small baggie, lining it up on his little tray, passing it over to you as he mumbles, “ladies first.”

“such a gentleman,” you smile over at him, taking two of the small lines consecutively. you really needed a distraction, you had the most tempting human alive as a boyfriend.

harry follows along, taking two lines for himself, the substance seemingly hitting him instantaneously. it’s one of the rare days that you’ve both stayed sober for a good portion of your awake period. both too high on life to even really notice until now. but for the moment, it seems to make the high stronger.

you both spend hours in the ocean, splashing each other, playing stupid little made up games that never made sense and always ended in a fit of giggles. 

by now the sun was lowering in the sky again, and it’s the first moment you notice that the water seems to be getting a bit of a chill to it. harry notices the shiver run through your body as he grasps your hand in his, nodding towards the van, “c’mon, lets go back. beach is empty now anyway.”

you follow him up to the van as he grabs a towel, drying you both off, “wanna find a place to eat dinner and drive home ?”

your eyebrows furrow for a moment, looking over at him incredulously. thinking to yourself, there’s no way he just fuckin said that. you’re angry and you’re horny.

“don’t worry, i have dinner right here for you,” you tell him, harry’s eyes flicking to yours, noticing a slight edge to your voice. “gonna get me all worked up the entire day and then drive 7 hours to get home ? no way in hell, lay down,” you nod towards the bed.

harry’s eyebrows quirk up, a smile spreading on his face as he does exactly as told. you were both good at taking care of each other, no specific role for either of you, just going with the flow of the moment. and the flow of this moment has harry’s cock fattening up by the second.

as he’s laying on the tattered mattress, harry watches you strip out of your bikini bottom, crawling up over him. he expects you to stop around his hips to keep you level with his prick, but you keep going, thighs on either side of his head.

 you notice the shocked excitement on his face, explaining, “said you wanted dinner. get your fill baby.”

and he does. harry grips your hips, lowering you down to his face, taking a big lick up your slit, collecting your arousal and moaning deeply at your sweet taste. “couldn’t have paid for anything better,” he hums, making you feel the hot air from his breath against your most sensitive spot.

harry gets back to work, lapping up long stripes over your entrance all the way up to flick at your clit. his languid, repetitive licks have your hips rolling to his rhythm in no time. 

harry notices your moans get whinier every time his tongue works over your clit, feeling the clench in your pussy. he decides to keep his rhythm for 2 more long strokes before catching you off guard and sucking your button in his mouth, tongue flicking over it quickly.

the change of pace makes you cry out, hands flying down to grip harry’s hair tight at the roots, your body trembling from the assault on your clit, which he still hasn’t let up. “fuck, fuck harry, fuck.”

a groan works its way from deep in harry’s chest, sucking harder on your clit, as his brain goes momentarily fuzzy from the grasp you’ve taken on his curls.

the sounds harry’s making are causing beautiful vibrations to your clit, sucked so hard in harry’s mouth, it’s borderline painful. painful in the best way. and the next thing you know, you’re cumming. hips stuttering over his face, riding out your orgasm as harry’s tongue works you through it.

“christ harry,” you moan breathily, forehead resting onto the wall of the van, your stomach still twitching in aftershocks from your orgasm. you feel harry’s large hands rubbing at your inner thighs, soothing you after the intensity you just felt.

but after a moment, his hands dont feel so soothing anymore as they reach higher up your thighs. you know his cock is surely painfully hard and honestly, you’re dying to have him inside you. 

you shuffle off of him, harry sitting up to kiss your shoulder, but your palm presses to the middle of his chest, making him lay back down. this time, he’s laying sideways on the mattress, making it not quite long enough for him, harry’s head slightly leaned over the side, looking out the back of the van. 

you climb back onto him and without any form of warning, lower yourself down on his cock, making you both moan out loudly. as you start working up a good pace, you notice how fucked out harry looks. obviously still high, his pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen, the glossiness of the cocaine fog apparent in his eyes.

as you watch over him, you notice how exposed his throat is, seemingly just begging for you. without much of a second thought, you reach out for harry’s neck and wrap your hand around it. you instantly feel the whimpery moan work its way out of his throat.

harry entire body feels like it’s ignited on fire. his brain is incredibly fuzzy as is, from the buzz of the drugs. now adding the lack of oxygen, harry’s body is trembling in the best way. his eyes blink onto the scene in front of him, the sun slowly setting on the ocean.

other than the picturesque location, all harry can focus on is you. you you you. you. so much you. your moans invading his eardrums, your hand sprawled over his throat, your pussy clenching around him, “fuck lovie, need to cum so bad.”

hearing the desperate tone in harry’s voice makes you angle your hips in a way that has his cock crashing into your sweet spot with every thrust. the new angle making your pussy squeeze him harder, the fluttering of your cunt making harry teeter right on the edge.

but the moment your hand grips tighter around his neck, effectively cutting off most of the oxygen flowing to his brain, harry knows its over. “yes, just like that,” he breathes out, his body going rigid not a moment later as he decorates your inner walls in white.

harry’s completely desperate blissed out state, and the feel of his warm cum filling you to the brim, pushes you over the edge right there with him, as you writhe on top of him, moaning out a string of incoherent “fuckin christ harry”.

you slip yourself off of harry’s softening cock, your hand leaving his neck to smooth over his chest, fingertips tracing over some of the tattoos that teased you all day long.

“you’re fuckin amazing,” harry chuckles, still on such a high. and he can’t tell which kind. whether it’s still the cocaine, or whether it’s the incredible fucking you just blessed him with. probably both.

“only for you, yeah ?” you hum, kissing over his skin, giving harry as much time as he needs. 

eventually, he ends up sitting up, stretching his neck, giving your lips a quick peck, “okay with spending another night here ? m’way too fucked to even consider driving.”

“absolutely,” you smile. “ya know, might start loving this awful van of yours.”

……

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Pool Boy (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — John B can’t keep his eyes off his boss’s daughter.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Smut (quickie in a pool and almost getting caught); employee x boss’s daughter trope; Reader and John B make a few sex jokes (potential secondhand embarrassment abound); cursing; Reader wears a swimsuit; Reader is a kook.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,937. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and is referred to with traditionally feminine nicknames (princess, babygirl, etc.). ➳ This was originally meant to be for JJ, but I thought the idea suited John B a little better. ➳ This work has a visual edit.

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John B wasn’t sure how it all started.

Maybe it was with a passing glance as he skimmed the surface of the water or when your bare glowed beneath the sun as he tried to fix one of the broken pool jets. It was hard to know and it didn’t help that he was a little too emotionally clogged for his own good sometimes. He supposed it didn’t really matter in the long run because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Especially now.

As he wandered through the gate that led into your backyard, his gaze found you relaxing on a pool float with sunglasses. If your hands weren’t gently gliding back and forth through the cool water, he probably would’ve thought you were asleep.

“Hope you put sunscreen on,” he said, placing his hands on his hips. “Remember last time?”

Even from the edge of the pool, he could still clearly make out the smirk that spread over your lips. Apparently your instance with potential sun poisoning only a week prior didn’t rattle you.

One of your hands emerged from the water to take off your sunglasses. Your eyes drifted over his figure, and then you asked, “What are you gonna do if I didn’t? Tell my dad?”

John B snorted. After working for your father for nearly the entire summer, it became clear that he, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about anything you did. Your father thought you to be an angel and trusted you fully, which was probably his biggest mistake.

“You coming in, Routledge?” you asked. “Or are you gonna be a loser like last time?”

John B scoffed at the smirk on your face, “I just came to get my check from your dad.”

“Bummer,” you sighed quietly. “I was hoping for some Vitamin D, but sure, whatever, go hang with my dad instead. It’s cool.”

You smiled when he whispered a few curses under his breath. His eyes darted between you and your house, shuffling awkwardly, until he finally kicked off his shoes.

“You’re gonna get me fired, ya know that?” he groaned, rolling his eyes when you only shrugged in response. “And don’t even get me started on those stupid dick jokes.”

“Oh, please,” you chuckled, watching as he trailed around the edge of the pool, “I know you wore those swim trunks on purpose.”

John B grinned, but didn’t comment, which only proved how right your assumption was. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his sun-kissed skin. Running a hand through his messy hair, he began to descend the steps that led into your family’s inground pool.

You waited patiently as he waded through the water, smiling when he finally came to a stop next to your pool float. One of his arms came up to rest over your hips, and then he whispered, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you replied, smile widening in an instant.

John B chuckled, slowly pulling you off the pool float, which immediately began to drift away in the breeze. He held you in his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling as he bit his lower lip.

Your arms moved to rest on his shoulders. His palms ran over your exposed skin and you could feel him becoming hard in his swim trunks. Gently, you tugged at the ever-present bandana around his neck, and asked, “Do you ever take this off?”

He raised his eyebrows, “You ever take that swimsuit off?”

Your eyes fell to his lips, which were drawing closer by the second, and muttered, “Depends on who’s asking me to. Are you asking, John B?”

He let out a deep groan, glancing over your shoulder in the direction of your house. His fingers toyed with the strings of your swimsuit as he thought about the potential repercussions of being caught.

He hadn’t been with you sexually in almost two weeks and he was starving for your touch. And despite agreeing that your situation wouldn’t have any strings attached, his feelings for you were slowly growing out of his control.

So, when you lightly gripped his hair and brought his attention back to you, all those thoughts disappeared and his bodily desires won out.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I am.”

Your eyes trailed over his features as you whispered, “Then help me take it off. Show me how much you want it, you filthy pogue.”

He licked his lips, rolled his eyes at your joking smile, and gently tugged at the back of your swimsuit. The strings quickly unraveled and the feeling of John B’s hands sent shivers along your spine.

His lips pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder as he pushed aside the straps of your swimsuit. He pulled away enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts.

With a pleasured sigh, you pulled him into a kiss, slowly grinding your hips in repeated motions. John B’s eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his cock becoming harder and harder by the second.

A hand palmed at one of your breasts. You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to touch them so soon. Usually he held off, winding you up until you were practically begging him to fuck you. Today, however, he seemed incapable of holding back.

Now that his lips were free of your kiss, he leaned down, still supporting your back with his available hand. You moaned when his tongue suddenly ran over your nipple, only for it to be drawn into his mouth moments later.

The hand that had been exploring your breasts made its way beneath the water’s surface, sinking into your bottoms. Your mouth fell open when John B began massaging your clit without warning, “Oh, shit!”

He pulled his mouth away from your skin, kissing his way over to your other breast with a smirk, “Feel good, kook?”

“So good—! Ah!”

He took you by surprise when his teeth dug into the skin of your chest. No matter how many times you had sex with John B, you always forgot he was a biter.

He pulled away with a huff, coming to connect your lips with his once more, murmuring, “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Daddy might hear.”

“Don’t care,” you whined, hiding your face against his shoulder and digging your fingers into his messy hair.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled. “What would he say if he found out you’re fucking a dirty pogue like me, huh? Not many kooks can take a cock from the Cut, ya know?”

You didn’t get a chance to respond. Two of his fingers pushed into you and, quite honestly, John B couldn’t tell if more of the wetness between your thighs came from you or the water. He continued to thumb at your clit, rolling his hips so you could feel his swollen cock beneath his swim trunks.

“He doesn’t care if you’re a pogue,” you muttered, knowing it was the truth, as you pulled him into another kiss and intertwined your fingers in his hair. “Please, John B, I need you.”

He grinned against you, biting at your lower lip, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

John B couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, picking up pace when you moaned against him. The sounds emitting from your body only made his smile widen.

“Gotta be quiet, okay?” he whispered. “Can’t be loud this time, baby, no matter how much I wanna hear you.”

His fingers left you, though you weren’t left empty for long. His hand dipped beneath the water. He pulled down his swim trunks enough to pull out his hard cock before pressing into your center.

You gasped at the intrusion, but John B gave you no time to adjust, thrusting into you with his own groans of pleasure. His hands helped move you along his length while your fingers threaded through his brown hair.

Water rippled around the two of you. You panted against John B’s bare skin, resting your cheek against his as he repeatedly pulled you onto his cock.

His teeth sunk into you again. He quickly soothed the spot with a kiss, however, after feeling you wince against him. His lips trailed over your skin until they met your own in a kiss, which didn’t last long since his pounding thrust were steadily increasing.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Are you close? Tell me you’re close!”

You nodded, guiding his hand below the water, “Touch me.”

John B followed your command, fingers moving to their former position against your clit. His fondling on the bundle of nerves sent shivers down your spine. He grinned against your lips when you whined and began to beg for a release of tension.

The tight cord within you snapped. John B couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of you cumming around him. He wasn’t far behind, releasing into you and painting your insides with his cum.

Before either of you could catch a breath, a voice called out your name. John B pulled you closer and sunk deeper into the water, shielding your exposed breasts from the unexpected visitor.

Your father stood on the deck of your house, too far to notice what was happening. He squinted against the bright sun, attempting to shade his eyes with one of his hands.

“John B? That you?” he asked. “What are you doing in the pool?”

You leapt in with a faux explanation, raising your voice so he could hear you across the yard, “He was just trying to teach me how to float better. I wasn’t doing it right, so I asked him for some help.”

Your father didn’t question the idea, despite the fact that floating was usually one of the first things people learned about swimming. He only shrugged, taking your answer for what it was, before he pointed at John B, “Come inside and get your money when you’re done, alright?”

Due to the distance between the pool and the deck, your father thankfully wasn’t able to spot the smirk that spread across John B’s lips as he replied, “Oh, trust me, sir! I’ll come inside every time!”

Your fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders when he suddenly thrusted into you again, which forced a quiet, surprised gasp out of your throat. It seemed, however, that your father didn’t notice.

Instead, he laughed, probably thinking John B just wanted to see the more luxurious side of the island every now and then. If he only knew what John B truly meant as his swollen cock slowly began moving inside you once again, still hard and ready for more.

As your father began to go back into the house, he offered a parting wave, “You’re always welcome at our place, John B!”

Once his back was turned and the door had been shut, you hit John B’s shoulder with a glare. He, however, only grinned back at you, refusing to let you escape his hold.

His hips were beginning to pick up speed. He bit his lip at the sight of you trying to stubbornly hold back your pleasured moans. His grip on you tightened and, with a rough thrust, he practically knocked the wind of you.

You fell against him, moaning and whining as his skin slapped against yours beneath the water, “John B—!”

He quietly shushed you, pressing soothing kisses against your skin. They contrasted his pounding hips in the perfect way.

“Don’t run away, babygirl. We’ve still got plenty of rounds to go,” he grunted. “Pool water’s gonna turn white with my cum by the time I’m done with you.”

[strobinbaby]

JEALOUS

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ oral, fem receiving; unprotected sex; breeding; kind of rough sex; bruising; ] minors dni!!

summary: she’s too jealous of him touching someone else, but he does it to exasperate her, until they let it all out fucking each other

word count: 2.8k

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any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

My converse shoes hit the ground as I walked into the house making my way to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Lights flickered the room and involuntary my gaze fell to the corner, instantly spotting him. Black shirt, black leather jacket and his favourite knee ripped jeans along with white shoes. He wasn’t alone. I also spotted a girl that he trapped against the wall, one of his arms braced next to her head, the other holding his drink as he smiled sweetly at her. Anger coiled through me, I needed to get some alcohol for boosting my confidence and pushing my jealousy down. The beer they poured was cheap and disgusting, but it wasn’t like I had any other choice. I shoved the first one down my throat, taking a refill and pouring the half of it into me.

He wanted to play, okay, I could give him the satisfaction.

Leaning against the wall beside the two of them, I watched as his knuckles brushed her cheek, his fingers played with a strand of her hair as the girl laughed airy, probably at the stupid joke he made. We weren’t official, just casual sex, no string attached, but let’s be honest this shit never works, someone catches feelings anyways. I didn’t fall for him badly, but god, watching him touching someone else exasperated me to the point I wanted to strangle him, or her.

I stared at them blatantly, sipping my drink, he must have felt it, because his head snapped to me, catching my gaze, holding it with his startled brown eyes, his mortified expression changed into alive, curious and sort of proud, a flicker of mischief played on his face, like he planned this to drive me fucking mad and it worked.

Drinking the last drops of beer, I crumpled the cup in my fist, demonstratively throwing it into the nearby trashcan, turning on my heels and walking into one of the bedrooms, hoping with everything it wasn’t occupied. The odds were in my favour. I heard footsteps approaching me through the thudded music. I knew he’d follow. My back was facing the door that squeaked and then shut closed, I heard the click of the lock, staring outside at the cars passing and drunk people from the party swaying and laughing. The room was dim, the light from the window and two bedside lamps highlighted our silhouettes.

“Cute girl,” I broke the silence, already feeling the air getting thicker and his presence making my body tingly with need to touch, kiss, anything. I hated the effect he had on me, it made me weak.

“Jealous, huh?” he shoed closer, I still remained in the same position, gathering all my courage to turn and face him. The second beer hit my senses and I felt the wave of bravery washing over me.

“I don’t get jealous, Eddie,” I looked over my shoulder, spotting him a few steps away. He looked more intimidating, standing this close, tall. His bandana hung from the pocket on his jeans and his ring coated fingers looked so attractive I thought of them doing things to me. Nasty fucking things.

“Is that so?”

I let out a breathy laugh, shortening the distance between us, making him step backwards until his spine collided with the wall, “Jealous over her?” I pressed my knee against his crotch, slowly rubbing it up and down, watching him struggle, gritting his jaws, “You could touch her all you want, but—“ my lips brushed his ear, my hand replaced my knee as I squeezed his clothed hardening cock in my palm, “We both know you cum that much harder when it’s me you fuck, me you touch,” my lips ghosted the side of his neck, it took him everything to prevent from making any noise, “Me you kiss. Isn’t that so?”

A low growl tumbled up his throat, but he didn’t push my hand away, he just watched me with half lidded eyes and parted lips, breathing quicker than usual.

Suddenly, his fingers grasped my chin, tipping my head up to look at him, his thumb caressed my lower lip, making me gasp. That’s how it worked, a tiny touch from him and my self-control incinerated.

“Hell yeah, I cum that much harder, looking at you—” his hand traveled to my throat, down to cup my breast, through the cotton fabric of my dress, eliciting another breathy sound from me, “Reacting to my every touch, desperate, needy and helpless for me.”

Fuck, I loved it when we stayed alone, just the two of us, he acted different, dominant, confident as fuck, saying things he’d never say around his friends. Not out loud anyways.

“If I slide my fingers into your panties, am I gonna find you wet, sweetheart?” Oh fuck you Eddie Munson.

He took the reins, bucking me against another wall, looming over me, with his palm pressing the concrete behind my head, like he did with the girl outside, except his bulky thigh was trapped between mine and his lips were so close I could taste him, so close his hot breaths burned the skin of my cheeks.

“You wish.”

“I don’t have to,” his huge palm ran up my hip, inching my dress upward until it was over my head and on the floor, his thumb found my clit and pressed, making me choke on air and shiver, “You’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” he pushed my panties to the side, caressing my slick folds, sliding one finger just an inch inside, covering himself in my wetness, “That’s what I thought.”

Abruptly, he stepped away, taking his hands off of me. He tossed his leather jacket on the chair, remaining in tight black t-shirt, that perfectly hugged his carved chest. I wanted to scratch it, mark him.

“Silent now?” his eyes skimmed the curves of my body, hungry and lustful, I noticed him licking his lower lip, “So fucking beautiful,” he mouthed more to himself than me. He came back close, bracing his arms on the wall, caging me, tilting his head to the side so he could have a better look of my face. He leaned forward, closing the gap between our bodies, his lips ghosted mine and the scent of his cologne hit my senses, making me dizzy, heat crept up my cheeks and the words froze on my tongue.

His large palms grabbed my ass and he dragged the last piece of my clothes down, lowering himself, kneeling in front of me. Fuck.

I felt the knot in my stomach tightening and tugging, sending hot flushes through my body, his eyes caught mine, with an innocent puppy look, but also a glimpse of mischief, they weren’t just brown anymore, they were molten with lust. Without a warning he latched his mouth to my cunt, lightly, so lightly, running the tip of his tongue up against my slit, spreading me open. I gasped, clutching his hair, biting my lip, trying my best not to give him the satisfaction of the pornographic sounds coming out of me. His heavy palms gripped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, while his tongue delved deeper as he flicked it and clicked it, licking me rough and fast.

“Damn you, Eddie,” I whined, tightening my hold on his curly locks, bringing his face closer to my body, “Oh, fuck—“ It felt good. He felt good. His lips wrapped around my clit as he sucked, slow and deliberate, stealing glances at my slumberous face. His tongue was spreading me apart, while his hands squeezed my hips, his fingertips dug too deep, too harsh, making it painful. I propped my leg on the chair that stood a few meters away, still wearing my shoes, that’s when I felt something thick filling me in. His fingers, two of them.

I couldn’t help it anymore, a moan tumbled up my throat, breaking out, echoing through the room. I was hoping music outside was loud enough to cover our mess. My breaths caught in my throat, my walls tightened on his fingers, “Eddie—“ I tugged on his roots, probably too hard, he growled, his voice reverberating through me, sending another wave of pleasure, I relished it.

He remained silent, keeping his mouth and fingers busy bringing me to my high, flicking his tongue faster, grasping my hip tighter.

“Eddie—“ I hated myself for how many times I’ve already moaned his name and for how many more I will, but he did fucking wonders, sending me to another dimension. I came, clamping a hand over my mouth muffling the screams caused by sensation of him fucking me as my pussy rippled around his fingers. When it all subsided I noticed him looking up at me, grinning.

“Wipe that nasty smirk off your face.”

“You should’ve seen yourself,” he pushed himself up to his feet, towering over me again. I fisted his shirt, suddenly feeling small, still sensitive from my orgasm.

“Shut up, will you?”

“Make me.” He smiled at me with a taunting expression, throwing me a challenge. His shirt went off and I took in the tattoo on his chest, licking my lips, staring a little too long. He didn’t stop me, when I seized his belt, unclasping it and tugging his pants down along with his plaid boxers. His cock, hard, jutted out to his stomach, deep red, pre cum oozing from his tip. I spat into the palm of my hand, rubbing it up and down his base, pressing his fat tip with my thumb, listening to his throaty growls. I stepped forward he backed away repeatedly, until his heels hit the bedside and he fell down the mattress. He kicked off his shoes along with his jeans, propping himself on his elbows watching me watching him. We made a mess in the room, clothes littered the floor, the room smelled like sex and perfume.

“You’re so hot when you’re jealous,” he mocked me, exasperating, but I was so turned on, I needed him.

“Whatever,” I bent down to unlace my black converse shoes, when his huge palm clamped my hand, stopping me.

“Don’t,” his touch landed on the back of my thighs, his lips faintly skimmed my stomach and my knees gave in, “I’m gonna fuck you like this,” his hair tickled my skin and I pawed for his shoulders to steady myself, “Come here.”

I straddled his lap, feeling his cock grazing my clit, slightly grinding on him, desperate for friction, my face millimetres away from his, “I’m here,” I whispered, grunting softly, clinging to his neck as I bucked my hips leisurely.

The air between us got too thick, his hot breaths burned my skin as we stared at each other, panting. His hold on my hips was firm, he let out a strangled groan, finally kissing me. He was slow, so torturously slow, but I loved it. The kiss was wet and deep, his tongue fought with mine and I dug my nails into his shoulders for not letting me take the reins. That earned me a chuckle from him and a slap on my ass.

My hand found his cock and I stroked him, lifting myself and sliding his tip against my cunt, lowering down, easing him inside me.

“Fuck,” he grunted, running his hands up and down the sides of my body, burying his face into the crook of my neck, peppering it with tiny kisses, “Now admit you were jealous,” he said, teasing my neck with kisses, giving his attention to every inch, helping me grind on him.

“I wasn’t,” I breathed out, closing my eyes at the pleasure he caused me.

“Liar,” he lowered his head, levelling my bare breasts, brushing his lips ever so slightly, causing me to grit my jaws and scratch his arms, “Getting all possessive over me, I’m flattered.”

“I don’t care,” I lied, ready to feel his mouth on my nipple. When I didn’t, my eyes flew open only to find him staring at me, the look on his face somewhat disappointed, “Eddie,” I touched his cheek, clean shaven, fuck, he closed his eyes leaning into my touch for a second, then he snapped out of it, his hands gripped my thighs, making me roll them over and over again, humping him, while his lips attacked my neck. I whined at the pain as he sucked my soft skin, nibbling the sensitive area. He marked me, leaving hickey after hickey on both sides of my neck, having a bruising grip on my hips. It was rough, just what I needed.

“Eddie, oh—“

My movements quickened as I bounced on him up and down, deliberately clenching around him, making him moan into my skin.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone, but you,” he rasped, capturing my lips, letting go, lowering himself on his back, placing a pillow underneath his head, his curls splashing around blue sheets as I rode his dick, planting my clammy palms on his stomach, feeling it tighten under my touch. I leaned into him, his hands rested on the small of my back, caressing. His gentle touch contrasting with the force of his mouth and his grip moments ago.

“Oh yeah?” my whisper lingered on his lips and his cock slipped out of me, making me feel empty and aching. A whimper escaped me, but he was quick to guide himself back inside me, bending his knees, thrusting his hips, deep and slow.

“Mhm,” he hummed, looking at my boobs that practically poked his face. His eyes bore into mine and a mischievous smirk crossed his face, he bucked his hips and latched his mouth to one of my boobs, palming the other, eliciting a loud moan from me.

He sucked hard, taking a mouthful, just as much as he could fit, pinching my other nipple between his fingers, while I ground my ass on him. He bruised my chest too. I was getting marked all the way from my throat to my cleavage. He sucked another, relieving it with a sloppy sound, leaving my nipples hard, wet and throbbing.

With a swift motion I was lowered on my back, my legs wrapped around his torso as he pushed back and forth, quickening the pace of his movements.

Huge palm weighed me down, pressing my stomach and a loud growl echoed through the room, when he saw his cock moving inside me.

He propped my legs over his shoulders, holding me by my waist, going all the way in and out, his balls slapping against my skin, my heels hitting his shoulder blades, making him hiss.

“Eddie,” I whispered, powerless and exhausted, feeling my walls tightening around him and the knot in my stomach slowly unraveling. He took two handfuls of my breasts, kneading my yielding flesh, his eyes holding mine, “You’re a goddess.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant it or it just slipped under the enticement of my body. We both were drunk on sex, tipsy from the drinks and too caught up in the sensations of having each other this close.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered, threading my hands through the dark hair of his, pulling him closer.

My right hand darted to my clit, rubbing little circles, making my pussy ripple around him as he tipped me over the edge with his fierce thrusts and his voracious mouth on mine.

I let out a scream, so loud, but he was quick to shut me up, swallowing it all, kissing and kissing me everywhere he could. My nails dug into his back, scratching a path down as he fucked me through my high, squeezing my boobs and biting the skin of my neck.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, his movements growing sloppier, he let go of me, his hand propped on the mattress to steady himself, the other darted to grab his cock.

“No,” I snatched his wrist, panting for air, “Don’t pull out.”

It was like something snapped in him and he started fucking me fast again, looking down at me, his lips parted. He stilled, twitching inside of me and I felt his warm cum spilling out, filling me in, “Oh, fuck, baby—“

Our breaths calmed down a bit, the euphoric feeling subsided and he finally slipped out, collapsing next to me. I eased my knees together, still sensitive, turning to my side to face him. He found a lock of my hair, coiling it around his finger watching me with a drowsy expression, “Come closer.”

I did. Shifting on the sheets, I closed the gap between us, trapping his thigh between mine, tracing the edges of the tattoo on his chest, the graze of my touch made him take a sharp inhale. I hid a smile.

His heavy arm was draped around my waist, pulling me completely into him, his lips touched my temple, my cheek, my chin, leaving gentle kisses and his low raspy voice lingered over my ear, “Maybe I should make you jealous on daily basis, huh?”

I slapped his shoulder playfully, holding back my laugh, “Bastard.”

[moraygrotto]

Fic time!!!!!

In 2023, I was lucky enough to reach 1,500 followers! As a celebration, I held a series of polls determining the main character, pairing, and kinks of a celebratory fanfic :) The winning combination was Ruggiе x Reader, with starving-to-stuffed feeding, and here it is~

I decided to place this fic in a fantasy/steampunk AU, where reader is an attendant at a public temple, and Ruggiе is a gentleman thief. It's also not explicitly romantic, though reader-chan & Ruggiе do both wish to be closer to each other :)

Thanks again to all who participated in the polls, and please enjoy!!!

~🌘~

Working night duty at the temple, your friends were a motley few. Only a select number of the city’s citizenry were allowed within the stately, glass-tiled stone walls at night, but that did not stop attendants such as yourself from making friends atop the entryway’s steps, or over the back garden walls.

The moment you stepped outside to empty the ashes you had collected from the temple’s censers, you knew the figure you spotted was not in the mood for any such socializing.

At first, you mistook him for a pile of black cloth; as you set the bowl of ashes down and ran up to him, you spotted a thick head of straw-colored hair and two hyena’s ears, catching the light of the moon in a way the back fabric that nearly buried them could not. He was slumped, motionless, over the steps, face obscured by a black bandana, arms and legs covered by long sleeves extending from underneath his tunic.

Even like this, you recognized this fallen figure to be Ruggie Bucchi. Crouching down to his level, you could barely breathe. You had not seen him in months.

“Hey,” you said softly, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, Ruggie. It’s me. Can you hear me?”

Ever so slightly, he moved.

“Yeah, you’re safe,” you assured him. “I’m gonna take you inside. Can you stand?”

He strained slightly, then flopped back onto the steps. You would have to bring him inside yourself.

“Tell me if what I’m doing hurts anywhere,” you said, snaking your arms around him and lifting him up against you.

A small sound was coming from him—Ruggie’s raspy voice, you realized.

“—not hurt. You can…” He drew a thin breath in as you scooped his skinny body up into your arms. “Thanks for… I really owe you… think I’d fall over if I tried to stand right now.”

“Oh, Ruggie, what happened?” you said, hurrying him back into the warm, sheltered interior of the temple.

“D’you hear… the factory?”

“No,” you replied. As the night attendant at a temple, you were one of the least informed people in the city.

“...a big fire,” Ruggie mumbled, jostling in your arms as you trotted through the shadowed halls. “A handful a’ kids lost their parents. I—someone—tell you more later; I—” He went silent, breaths growing shallow.

Since you slept downstairs in a one-room dormitory with the other temple workers, you could not take him to any resting place of your own without both disturbing the others and risking Ruggie’s privacy. Instead, you took him to a small chamber at the corner of the building, bordering the garden, used for special ceremonies.

Inside, there was a blanket draped over a stone bench, which you lay him down upon, as well as a lantern atop an herb-strewn wooden table, which you lit.

“Will you be okay here?” you asked. “Any first aid I should do before getting you some water from the kitchen?”

Ruggie had been still as you spoke, but both his ears twitched at this last word. “Kitchen,” he repeated, voice shallow and groggy. “...you could… bring me back some food; I’d be…”

“Of course,” you replied, and bustled out of the room.

Outside of the temple, the people you befriended were an interesting lot—courtesans, witches, and the occasional street urchin all took kindly to the temple’s presence, as did the city’s king—whose police force, however, begrudged the institutional privileges you held.

Ruggie Bucchi, with regard to the friends he kept and hours he prowled, was very similar to you. Having grown up poor and struggled into adulthood, he sympathized with the city folk in poverty, and did whatever he could, by any means necessary, to help out his fellows.

Years ago, when you first confided in a fellow attendant that you had met Ruggie Bucchi, they sighed in manifest jealousy, telling you that they had only ever heard his name in impassioned whispers. Now, the very same hero of the shadows was lying, barely conscious, in a little room in your temple.

Arms full of a jug of water and several dishes of leftover food, you rushed back to him.

He startled awake when you returned, wide eyes zeroing in on you as he spoke your name.

Even among the countless people he knew, he still remembered your name.

“Ugh, you’re the best,” he said, and tried to hoist himself to a seated position, but his arms quivered, and he toppled back onto his side. He groaned.

Assuring him that he need not strain, you awkwardly set the food down upon the ceremonial table—sacrilegious, but this was an emergency; nobody would spite you—and sat beside him carrying only the jug of water.

Ruggie made a small noise, ears flicking as you eased his head onto your lap. “Stay with me,” you said. “Here, I’ll give you some water; try not to choke.”

As neatly as you could manage, you poured a small splash into your palm, before pulling down Ruggie’s bandana to reveal his mouth. He was panting weakly, and in the small shaft of moonlight shining through the chamber’s only window, his tongue looked almost white.

Carefully, then, you let a trickle of water down between his open lips.

With astounding ease, Ruggie lapped it up, not coughing nor sputtering at all. Once the palmful was finished, he leaned up, eyes glittering, tongue out as if he wanted to lick your hand itself, then faltered, squeezing his eyes shut, and relaxing the weight of his head back into your lap.

“Thanks,” he breathed through shimmering lips. “More—please.”

You repeated the process a few more times, and as he drank, his stomach let out a long, sputtering growl.

“How long has it been since you’ve had anything to eat or drink?” you said.

“Not that long,” Ruggie said, and let out a wet cough. “But—hang on…” Still quavering slightly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, flung one skinny arm around you, and used you as support to sit up. A thin breath hissed out of him as he took the water jug from your hands. “We’ve had to boil water,” he said, “firewood and food’s really hard to come by. I’ve had some, but—” He paused to take a thick, gulping drink, belly softly bickering under the fresh deluge to his stomach.

“Boil water?” you said. “You don’t have fuel for fire? Where is this?”

Ruggie finished his greedy sip, and peered down into the jug, a look of simple pleasure dawning on his face. A rough, gurgling belch trailed out of him before he could respond, and he wiped his mouth again. “‘Scuse me,” he mewled, and you could hear the newfound lubrication in his throat. “Um, below the factory. There’s a big basement down there, and it connects to a couple tunnels below the city.” He gave a troubled sigh, and took another sip.

“What happened was,” he said, beginning to idly rub his tummy while he kept staring down into the water, “a bunch of the factory’s workers died when the building caught fire. Some of them had kids, and the factory owners said they would only help support them if they themselves came to work there.”

You blinked. “Aren’t any of the kids too little to work?”

Ruggie gave a single, sardonic laugh. “Bossman doesn’t care.”

“That’s terrible!” you said.

“Yeah, duh,” Ruggie replied. “A few of the builders who are working to fix the place back up think so too, so they volunteered to help shelter the kids underground. I’ve done stuff like this before, so I’m there, too. It’s just—” He leaned against you, and groaned. “It’s so much fucking work. Of course I’m gonna do it until they all find somewhere stable to stay, but I barely eat or sleep anymore. We, um—” he looked at you, and smiled sheepishly. “We need help. That’s the actual reason why I’m here, to see if you guys can pick out more city folks who are good at keeping secrets, and see if they want to volunteer.” He tapped a dirty fingernail against the glass of the jug. “I wish I really had come here for nothing but a drink of good water and a fresh meal.”

“It’s not actually fresh,” you confessed. “It’s mostly leftovers—”

“Oh,” he interrupted, “believe me, anything your two hands have scraped up is bound to be a zillion times better than what me’n the others have been eating. Speaking of which—” He kneaded one hand into his belly, which let out a desperate-sounding yowl in response.

“Oof,” you said, “you poor thing.”

“I feel like I’ve been hollowed out,” Ruggie grumbled.

“Here,” you said, opening a large clay dish, and lifted a flatbread out of it, straight onto your hand. You took up a spoon, the only utensil you had picked up in your haste, and used it to spread a layer of cheese onto the soft, doughy bread, before opening the third and final dish, a pot of beans and rice, and scooping some out into the middle. “Promise you won’t eat too fast,” you said, folding the whole thing up into a lumpy little wrap. “I don’t know what I’d do if you hurt your stomach from stuffing it too full.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Ruggie whined, “I’m not starving. I’m just… kinda…”

You raised your eyebrows.

“...Starving,” he finished.

“Please eat, then,” you said, trying to hold back a laugh.

Ruggie snatched the creation from you, eyes glittering in utter delight. Secretly, you had always adored watching Ruggie eat. He had shared snacks with you over the temple walls before, even been traded gifts of food from other people of the night atop your hallowed entryway steps, which he was always eager to devour right there. Now, as each time you had seen him eat in the past, his jaws parted wide, sharp teeth flashed, and he took his food down into himself with single-minded fervor.

Within seconds, your little flatbread had vanished, and a lopsided grin had washed over his face.

“Are you alright?” you said, running a hand up and down his bony spine. “You look almost too happy.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I’m alright. How much’ve you… Wait. Hang on.”

You paused, and he paused, before raising one fist to his chest, and giving himself a hard thump.

A loud, brassy burp clattered out of him, dragging on a long few seconds, until you were a touch afraid your sleeping fellows downstairs might be able to hear. You blushed, embarrassed at how beautiful you found it.

Ruggie let out a coarse breath a moment later, face screwed up in discomfort.

“Fuck, there was a lotta empty air in there,” he whined. “I guess I’m glad that’s out.”

“How does your stomach feel?” you said softly.

Heaving another breath, Ruggie gave his belly a prod with his fingertips. “Kinda terrible,” he said. “Here, why don’t I—” He picked up the jug of water again, and took a long chug.

“That should help,” you said. “Again, don’t go too fast.”

He set the jug down again, and expelled a long, gurgling noise from his gullet, which you were not sure was a sigh, a burp, or some stormy mingling of both. “Y’know?” he said, “Never mind! I am starting to feel a lot better.”

“I’m so glad!” you said, and, emboldened, gave him a one-armed squeeze.

“I will take more food, though,” he added, and kicked his legs against the bottom of the bench.

This, you thought as you folded another flatbread, was closer to the Ruggie you knew. Hopefully, with a little more nourishment inside him, he would have his energy, wits, and roguish passion back in no time.

“You’re seriously the best,” he said, taking the little package of food from you. “Why don’t you just keep ‘em coming?” He gave his belly a smack. “Heck if I haven’t got room for a boatload more.”

Happy to oblige him, you continued piling the flatbreads with cheese, beans, and rice as he ate.

Before you noticed, he had utterly lost himself in his food, now and then swishing his tail and kicking his feet, even letting out little moans and whimpers of delight. If he did end up hurting himself with the amount he ate, you would be crushed with guilt. However, right now, watching him gorge himself in consummate bliss, you could not bring yourself to hold back.

Ruggie reached out to snatch the very last flatbread from you, and you noticed two grains of rice and a smear of gooey sauce stuck to his upper lip.

“Wait a moment,” you said, and lifted a napkin to Ruggie’s face, before wiping his lips off thoroughly.

His ears flattened, and he sputtered through your onslaught, “Hey—c’mon—”

Ruggie, the storied hero of your city, looked adorable as you cleaned him off. “Your face was dirty!” you chimed.

“Gimme that,” he said after you finished, and took the napkin from you. Carefully, he picked out both grains of rice, and swallowed them.

You frowned. “You… really are hungry, huh? You’ve almost cleaned out all this food, though; would you…”

Apprehensively, Ruggie set the dirty napkin down on the ceremonial table, and looked down at his gut. Beneath his loose black tunic, it was hard to see how full he looked from the outside.

You had never seen Ruggie get really stuffed before. Since he was so skinny and fit, and his appetite was so massive, you could only imagine how much food he could pack into himself on his best days. 

Quickly, you quashed the train of thought. You were taking care of him right now, not indulging your own interest. “I think,” Ruggie said slowly, “the fullness hasn’t really caught up with me yet. My head and body are still in eating mode, if that makes any sense.”

You watched him dreamily. Even the most candid attendants in your temple did not usually talk about their bodily processes so openly.

Ruggie poked his belly, then gently tapped it with his fingertips. “I think,” he said, “in a minute or two, I’ll—UUURRRAAPPH!” The belch crashed out of him, and he nearly doubled over his own stomach, and when he straightened up, he was rubbing his belly firmly and fondly, his bandana and a few locks of his bangs knocked askew. “There it is,” he said, and something in his voice sounded more resonant, open-throated. “Felt that one. Good to know everything’s moving around in there like it should be, right?” He snickered, and his belly gave an accompanying glorp.

“You sure everything’s good?” you asked, unable to hold back a smile of your own.

“Oh, yeah,” Ruggie said. “I feel alive again. Gettin’ a teeny bit full, too! Still got all kinds of room, though, so, uh, may I?” He reached out for the bread pocket in your hands.

“Go right ahead, if you can handle it,” you said, passing it to him.

He immediately bit in. “Mmm, yes!” he said with his mouth full. “This tummy’s begging for more.” Seconds later, he had devoured the whole thing, and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You know,” you said, “though this is all the prepared leftovers we had on hand, we should still have some other raw stuff in the pantries. I could see if we have some fruit.”

“Would that be okay?” he said, raising his eyebrows. “I mean, you guys gotta eat, too—”

“Of course!” you said. “The others will know from the missing leftovers that I had somebody to feed tonight, and they’ll understand that it took a little more than what was available to get the job done. We are a temple, after all. It’s our job to be here for the people.”

“O-Okay!”

“While I’m getting that, here—” You handed him the spoon. “There’s plenty more rice and beans left in the pot. Some cheese, too; feel free to finish it.”

Ruggie grinned, and took the spoon from you. “Thanks,” he said, “mind getting me some more water, too?”

You left him reaching for the remaining leftovers, greed sparkling in his eyes. His appetite was truly astounding. You could not help but admire it, quickly convincing yourself that what enthralled you was seeing him recover and nourish himself, nothing more. It was thoroughly normal to enjoy watching one’s friends eat, you reasoned, as you arrived at the kitchen and began sorting through the pantry.

In a bowl, you picked a bunch of grapes from a large basket, then paused. You had to save some for the temple. Thinking back to him, however, you knew Ruggie would likely consume everything you brought. Your dashing little rogue was a bottomless pit.

Hurriedly, you grabbed some more grapes, leaving about half of the basket left full. Then, you filled a canteen to the brim from a tapped jug of coconut water. Hopefully this would be enough for Ruggie.

Hopefully, he had already begun to fill up.

When you slipped back into the ceremonial chamber, your hopes were duly, outstandingly fulfilled.

Ruggie had stretched over the length of the bench, one hand tucked beneath his head, the other on his belly, rubbing lightly, almost gingerly in wide circles. His belly itself, you could see now, poked upwards beneath his clothes, distended paunch growing clearer with each smoothing caress of his hand.

His eyes were closed, and he only cracked one open when he heard your footsteps and the sound of your dishes upon the table.

As if in greeting, his stomach let out a deep burble.

“Heya!” he chirped, attempting to leap upright, but flopping back down the moment his chest crunched against the bloat of his gut. “Hc-URrp—Sorry,” he said, before letting out one of his characteristically sibilant snickers. “I think I ate a little too fast just now. Turns out you were-urRP-playing a pretty important role, there, packing the food up for me and controlling how fast I packed it away.” He gave his belly a pat, and it responded with a churning growl, causing him to frown and shift atop the bench’s blanket. “I’ll—” He paused to let a deep burp rumble out from between two fluttering lips. “Mm—I’ll be fine, though. I used to gorge myself way crazier than this, back before I stuck myself underground with all those kids. I’m fine.”

You looked down at the foods you had just now brought him. “I got coconut water instead of regular,” you said slowly. “Would that be too much for—”

“Oh, no way,” he said, eyes going round. “That’s better; did you get—” He propped himself up on an elbow, and glanced at the food. “Grapes? These look awesome!”

You smiled. “You were just complaining you had eaten too much!”

He rubbed his mouth off with his hand, and struggled to a seated position. “Actually,” he said, “I said I ate too fast.” He grinned at you, ears perking up. “If you wanna feed me until I really can’t eat a bite more, you’re gonna need way more than this. I might end up eating you out of house and—uh, temple and home that way, though, and I don’t wanna do that. I’m grateful for all this stuff, I promise.”

You resumed your seat on the bench, feeling yourself relax alongside him. Out of all the denizens of the night you kept company with for this job, Ruggie was quite possibly your favorite.

“Alright,” you said, “we can save a feast like that for another day.”

“Can’t wait,” Ruggie said, plucking a grape from the bunch, and popping it into his mouth.

You watched him briefly chew, then gulp it down his throat before his eyes popped open wide.

“You okay—?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I just—probably shouldn’t’ve—mmgh!” He grabbed you with one hand, and clutched his tummy with the other as he canted forward. A wet, gurgling burp lurched out of him, once again so brassy and loud that you feared for the slumber of those downstairs.

He sighed, hard and blissful, before blinking back at you. He let go of your arm, patting it sheepishly as he chuckled. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” you replied. “Just… maybe don’t eat so fast—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruggie said. “I just gotta wait a minute before eating anything more, I think. I’m fine, I swear, but—”

“Well,” you said, “if you’re still having trouble, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I mean, yeah,” Ruggie said. He squirmed a little in his seat, pressing with his fingertips lower into his gut. “But I’m not gonna make you take care of me more than you already have.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you said, swatting his arm playfully. “I’m a temple attendant. I’ve gotta follow all the core tenets of this institution, and the main one is, y’know, to help people.”

Ruggie shrugged, smirking. “I’ll take advantage of that, then, if you’re so principled.”

“There you go,” you laughed.

“Alright,” Ruggie said. “Use your fist to hit right in the middle of my back, not too hard, but—”

Gently, you thumped him near the bottom of his ribcage. “There?”

“Yeah,” he purred, “a little lower, though—nope, a little higher, actually—ooh, that feels good—”

A loud snarl tore from Ruggie’s guts. “That’s good,” he repeated, before you had the chance to ask. With both hands, he pressed into his tummy, coaxing more whimpers and gurgles out of it.

“Things starting to move around in there?” you said.

“Yeah-urph—yeah,” Ruggie said. A moment later, his spine curled. “Ack—hang on—but don’t stop.”

You brought a second hand to his back, alternating soft pounds with both fists.

Ruggie grimached. “Hang on, hang on, just one more little—” He clenched his fingers. “Just a—BRAAAP!” Posture softening, he smiled. “There we go. Thanks.”

“Any time,” you said, flattening your hand to softly stroke him.

“I’m feeling a lot better,” Ruggie said, a happy looseness to his voice. “Really good, actually.”

You smiled back. “Ready to fit some more into that noisy tummy?”

As if hearing its name, his belly gave a sweet little babble.

“You bet,” said Ruggie, and reached for the canteen of coconut water, taking a swig so big it looked desperate.

Lifting it from his lips, he let out a loud, wet sigh. “You really are the best, you know,” he said. “You gotta be careful, or I’ll start coming here to eat more ‘n more often, until I never leave.”

This was a joke, but it only made you smile wistfully. Of course you would be thrilled for his company if he lived here. Ruggie, on the other hand, had too much to do, too many people he cared about, a thousand errands to run for reasons bigger than you, the most fundamental of which was his own survival. Your position as a common attendant at the city’s main temple also involved looking after the public, but yours was a more passive beholdenness—you were not sure if Ruggie wanted to settle down.

“Hey,” Ruggie said with his mouth full, “since you’re offering, can I ask for something kinda strange? You can say no, I mean.” He swallowed his mouthful of grapes, and reached for another gulp of coconut water.

“No harm in asking,” you said mildly.

“Could you rub my tummy while I’m eating?” he said. “Not, like, my upper stomach. I don’t wanna get all sick ‘n burpy, but a little lower. Just to, um…” He scratched his ear. “Make my belly feel nice.” He glanced up at you, eyes wide. “As I said, you can say no—”

“Why would I?” you chuckled. “Giving you a little tummy rub is the least this humble servant can do.”

“Oh, do not say that,” Ruggie said, adjusting his scarf with one hand as he reached for more grapes with the other. “You’re just my friend, okay? I know you’ve got your whole ecclesiastical duty thing, but—ooh!”

As he spoke, you had slipped a hand beneath his skinny arms, and pressed the lower part of his belly, just as he had asked.

“That’s perfect,” Ruggie mewled, leaning a degree forward into your touch.

“Good,” you said. “You’ve been working so hard lately; if you can relax and feel at peace, that means I’m doing my job.”

“Oh, believe me,” he said, and punctuated his sentence with a proud burp. “I’ll happily relax when you’re pampering me like this. You don’t need to worry about me, promise.”

“Ruggie,” you said over the sound of his still-ravenous crunching, “you literally showed up collapsed on the temple steps. You’ll forgive me if I’m a little worried about you.”

His stomach gave a small thrum of vibration as he swallowed. “Alright,” he said, “you got me there.” He placed the clean-plucked stem of grapes back into the bowl. “But I’m feeling way better now!” Awkwardly, at first, he pulled you into a one-armed hug. “That food was great, and you’ve been so nice—you’re being so nice.”

You gave his tummy a poke.

“Hey!” Scowling, but seemingly unable to stop, he took another grape from the bowl, crushed it once between his teeth, and swallowed it whole.

“I’m relieved you’re feeling better,” you said, watching as he devoured more in the same manner. “You’re always welcome here, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, grabbing a fistful more. “Duty to the common people, and all that—”

“Personally, too!” you retorted. “I like seeing you. I’d be happy to do this again—Uh, preferably without the you-almost-starving part.”

“I told you, I wasn’t—”

“You know what I mean,” you said. “Keep yourself well for me, okay?” You reached for the last bunch of grapes from the bowl, and handed one to him after plucking it off.

Ruggie popped it into his mouth, and rubbed his belly fondly as he ate. “No guarantees,” he said through his chewing. He swallowed, and grinned at you. “Especially not if getting in rough shape lands me this kind of treatment.”

You took off another grape, and Ruggie opened his mouth expectantly.

Blinking, you were caught off guard by this action, but understood it immediately, and dropped the grape into his mouth. “Hey,” you said, “no distracting me—”

“What?”

“I was going to reply,” you said, and suddenly froze up. Your hands flew back to their work at the grapes, and you fed him another. “I was gonna say,” you said shyly, “that you don’t have to fall over just to get me to feed you. You can just ask.” You swallowed dryly. “I mean, does it look like I’m just taking care of you ‘cause it’s my duty? I’m happy to do it, you know.”

Ruggie gave a soft snicker, and leaned against you. “Man,” he said, “no need to be sappy. You’re already spoiling me with food; the niceness is just overkill at this point.” He paused, weight warm and heavy at your side. “Ooh,” he said, “this does feel good, though. I think I, um…” He blinked slowly, ears pushing back as he stifled a yawn. “Do you mind if I lie down for a bit? I’m just a little sore all over from working so damn much.”

“You’ve still got a few more grapes left to eat,” you reminded him.

“I still want ‘em, just—”

“Lay your head on my lap,” you said, “and I’ll feed them to you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ruggie obeyed, tucking his legs up onto the bench and nestling his head into your lap as you made room for him by your side. “I feel like a prince, or something,” he mumbled.

“I’m sure you’d make a great one,” you said, gently placing a grape into his mouth.

“Maybe,” he replied, “but then I wouldn’t be able to come here whenever I want.”

You smiled. He relaxed as he ate, shifting, stretching atop your lap. His belly was markedly exposed, and, unable to help yourself, you reached a hand down to rub him there, smoothing out the rumples in his tunic, feeling the places where the food made his stomach bulge, and the little rumblings all over as he digested.

He took the last grape from you with his eyes shut, moaning slightly as he ate.

You told him so gently, petting his stomach as he swallowed: “That’s all of them. Are you satisfied? Want any more coconut water?”

“‘M good,” Ruggie said, and cuddled slightly into your lap. “Nice ‘n satisfied…” As he wiggled his body down into you and the blanket, a little burp escaped him. You supposed even dashing rogues like Ruggie had to unwind sometimes. He looked cute this vulnerable, trusting you in a way that few of your nocturnal friends might ever be comfortable with.

“You can sleep here if you want,” you told him. “I can set you up with a cot. You deserve a good, long rest before going back.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Ruggie said over the sound of a low grumble from his belly. “Not until—hic-mmrp—a little bit later, though. I don’t wanna move, ‘n I really don’t want you to stop rubbin’ my tummy…”

You chuckled, and continued to stroke him, running your free hand through his flaxen hair. “Alright,” you said. “Take some time to digest.”

“Yeah,” Ruggie said, and took a heavy breath. “I feel so good…”

You gave his belly a soft caress. “You deserve it.”

[jordie-gvf]

closer, josh kiszka

this was a fic request for reader sleeping with one of the twins and ronnie being the bestie but you didnt know so its very awkward. bestie i tried! hopefully its what you had in mind, if it isnt, let me know and I will write it again!

word count : 2.8k+

warnings : mentions of sex, hangover, allusions to sex but no smut, language, cheating, hickies, making out, josh doing jelvis, frat josh

enjoy ❤️

The best thing about frat parties was that whenever you woke up, you never remembered a thing. 

When you woke up in the morning, you felt another body next to you. You could feel just the sheet covering your body. You looked at the table next to you and saw an empty bottle of cherry limeade vodka and a few empty cans of four lokos.

You felt whoever it was next to you move, followed by a muffled morning groan. You looked over and saw a guy who was in film criticism with you. What was his name? Adam? Jeff? Jake? Josh? Josh, that was his name, you remembered. 

He moved his head over towards you and opened his eyes. You turned your head so you wouldn't make eye contact with him. He put his arm under you and moved you closer to him. He wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. You pretended to wake up, trying not to give yourself away. 

“Hey there cowgirl,” He said to you and placed the pink cowgirl hat on your head. It all came back to you as soon as he put the hat on you.

One of your friends had invited you to a costume party last night. Like most college girls, you were dressed in your skimpiest halloween costume ever. A white bandana print crop top, low rise flare jeans, cowgirl boots, and a pink bedazzled cowgirl hat. 

He sat up and grabbed the hat, putting it on his head. You found your phone in the bed and looked over at the time, 11:25 AM. Luckily, it was Saturday, so you didn't have any classes today. 

You looked through your phone on snapchat and found a video you don't remember taking. That was because you didn't. 

It was a video of you on top of Josh, riding him in the pink hat. You quickly put your phone face down on the bed. You sat up holding the sheet to your chest, trying to find your clothes. He got up and put his underwear on, before going over to the closet. You had assumed this was his room, as he had knowledge of where everything was. He threw a shirt at you and told you to keep it. 

You put the shirt on and grabbed your jeans. You quickly put your jeans on and found your keys and wallet. He very quickly dismissed you, not even saying good morning or anything. The second you stepped out of his room, he slammed the door behind you. 

You made it back to your dorm until you got a text from your friend Ronnie. She had asked if you wanted to go out for lunch. You were hungover and haven't eaten anything yet. Before you could make it to your car, you leaned over and threw up in the grass. You pulled your hair back and pulled out a makeup wipe to wipe your face off. 

You made it to the restaurant and saw Ronnie sitting in a booth. You went over to her and sat down, the first thing she said to you was, “Damn, you look like shit.” You smiled and hummed. She looked at you in confusion and asked you, “Where'd you get that shirt? My brother has one just like it.” You started panicking but shrugged, telling her you found it in the missing clothes bin at the laundromat. 

There was no way you had slept with your best friend's brother. No way. Once you ordered food and got some chips to eat, you sat there and talked about life. She had asked you if you went to a party last night. You shook your head and told her you went to a costume party. She laughed and asked if it was hosted by a guy named Jake. You nodded and she laughed, “That would be my brother.” You cocked your head to the side and she nodded. She told you she was there but she didn't see you, but little did she know, you were on top of her brother from 12AM to 3AM. 

You two ate and then said goodbye to each other. You went to your dorm and saw Maya, your roommate inside on her bed. “Girl, I have something to tell you.” you told her. She moved her book and patted her bed, ready to hear all of the drama.

“You know last night how we went to that party right, you ended up leaving with some dude, but I stayed. At around 11:30, I saw this dude with curly hair staring at me. I looked at him and waved. He came over to me and put his hand on my back and I guess led me to his room. He had some full bottles of vodka in there and some cases of four lokos. So we started drinking and we ended up having sex. Well, you know Ronnie? Yeah, I slept with her fucking brother.” 

She looked at you with her mouth wide open. She smiled and started laughing. “Bitch, how did you not know that it was her brother?” she asked you. You told her, “I haven't gone to her house before, I didn't know what her house looked like. I've only known her for a few months.” 

Your phone vibrated next to you. You looked at the notification. Ronnie. She texted you and asked you if you would want to come over, that she was bored. You sent a thumbs up and told Maya you were leaving. She wished you good luck as you were walking out the door. 

You got there and saw Kaila on the front porch, one of your best friends. She was sitting outside on a swinging bench. She walked over to you and said, “Maya updated me. Girl, how did you not know? They literally look the same.” You shook your head and walked inside as Kaila walked down the steps to leave.

You saw Ronnie on the couch with a guy you haven't seen before. “Y/N, this is my little brother, Sam.” You walked over to the couch and shook his hand. He stared at you in awe and said, “Damn, you're hot.” Ronnie laughed and patted his shoulder. “Sorry bud, she's way out of your league. And it looks like she's already got someone.” 

You gave her a confused look and she motioned to your neck. You asked her where the bathroom was and she pointed to it. You walked over to the bathroom and inspected your neck. Dark burgundy marks covering your neck. You heard someone walk over to the bathroom door and knock. You said, “Just a second.” and opened the door. You weren't looking at them until they coughed and said, “Nice hickies, cowgirl.” You would know that voice anywhere. You looked up and saw Josh, standing there, staring down at you. You quickly walked away from him and back to the couch. She apologized for her older brother's actions and said, “Oh that's just Josh. Don't worry about him, he's harmless.”

You nodded and sat down on the couch. You were on your phone when you felt the cushion next to you sink, and someone sat down.

You looked over and saw Josh. You sighed and turned away from him. There was a movie playing so Ronnie and Sam couldn't hear you two. “What? What could you possibly want?” He shrugged and said, “Nothing, just needed a place to sit.” 

You moved your attention back to your phone and chose not to pay attention to him. Until you felt something fall in your lap. His phone, with a new contact needing to be filled in. You grabbed it reluctantly and typed all your information in. 

You were playing a game when you got a text message from an unknown number. You opened it and it read,

josh

You like that video I took last night? Send it to me?

No, I will not send you a video of me riding you with my tits out.

Oh come on, you liked riding me just as much as I loved having your tits in my face.

Go away.

You never answered my question. Did you like the video I took last night?

No, I don't like the non consensual video you took of me last night.

Actually, you gave consent, thank you very much.

Whatever, go away. I'm trying to watch this movie.

He read it and put his phone down. You asked Ronnie if you could go in her room to take a nap and she nodded. About five minutes after you took your shoes off, there was a knock. You told whoever it was to come in. You assumed it was Ronnie needing to get something. You heard an “ahem” and opened your eyes to see Josh. You sighed and turned over to the other side, not facing him. 

‘Awh what? You dont wanna see me anymore?” he asked you.

You got up and turned to him. “We had sex once, that's it. Can you leave me alone now?” You asked him and looked down.

He turned his head to the door and said, “Wow, actually I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be partners on the project, but I guess not.” He sat up and walked over to the door. He muttered out a “Bye Y/N.” and opened the door to leave.

The last thing you remembered from the other night was him, specifically his Elvis accent. ‘Bye Elvis.” you said to him and put your head back down. He looked back at you and laughed, “Oh god, you remember that?” You nodded and laughed with him. He sat back down next to you and you asked him, “Did you still want to be partners? I'm gonna be honest, I sleep in class so I have no idea what's going on.” He laughed and nodded. He put his hand on your thigh, which made you look up at him. 

He looked at you with desire in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed you roughly. He pulled away and said, “Sorry, I'll leave now.” and got up. As he was opening the door, you got up and slammed the door closed and pulled him close to you by his shirt. You hungrily kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He put his arms around your ass and lifted you up onto his hips. He pushed you up against the door and started kissing down your neck. 

“Josh, we can never do this again. I can't do this to Ronnie.” You told him, as you cuddled next to him. “You act like I'm repulsive.” He said to you and started getting up. “It's not that you're repulsive, she's my best friend and I'm having sex with her brother.” He scoffed and said, “Whatever Y/N. It wasn't that good anyway,” put his clothes on and left the room. 

You sat up, surprised at what he said. You got dressed and went downstairs, told Ronnie you were leaving. You could tell Josh didn't mean what he said, because the way he looked at you as you were wiping tears was remorseful. You looked at him one last time before leaving.

You picked up your little sister Vanessa from her dads house and brought her out for ice cream. She was 17, so she wasn't stupid. “Long night?” she asked you and laughed. You scoffed and told her everything, from Friday night to two hours ago. Her response was, “Damn, what an asshole. You could've said that his twin was better, that's what I would've done.” You laughed at her and asked if she wanted to get her nails done, that it was on you. She nodded and you two went to the nail salon. 

As you were getting your toes done, you felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry.

Okay

I'm trying to apologize and all you say is okay?

Yes, that's all I'm saying, cause I have nothing else to say to you.

You left it at that and went over to get your nails done. You got sparkly pink square nails and Vanessa got white. You paid and tipped your technicians and went out for lunch. 

As soon as you got into the car, you handed her your phone and showed her the messages. She laughed and said, “Yeah he kind of was an asshole. But you seriously cried over him?” You nodded and scoffed. You went to a local barbecue place and saw Jake and Ronnie there. You and Jake had ENG 102 together. You said hey to him and he waved back to you. When you were done ordering, Vanessa whispered in your ear that he was hot. You laughed and told her that was Josh's twin and she stopped laughing.

Jake motioned you to come sit with them. You and Vanessa sat next to each other. Jake told you Josh was coming. You let out an “okay” and nudged Vanessa with your knee. When Josh got there, you were not expecting him to have another girl with him. You looked up at him and he looked at you, dumbfounded. Ronnie looked at the girl with Josh and said, “Hey Morgan, I didn't see you come to the house this morning? Where were you?” Morgan looked at her with confusion and said, “I wasn't in the house this morning?” Ronnie’s eyes widened and said, “Oh, okay.”

Josh started kicking you under the table, trying to get your attention. You kicked him back harder and he winced. Vanessa kept nudging you, trying to get you to say something. Morgan reached her hand over to you and said, “Hi! I'm Morgan, Josh's girlfriend!” You shook her hand and introduced you and Vanessa. She seemed like she was a sweetheart. 

Once you and Vanessa finished eating, you got up and went to the car. Josh had gotten up and asked if he could talk to you about the project. You told Vanessa to get in the car, while you and Josh talked. 

“You are such an asshole you know that? You cheated on your girlfriend? Why would you do that?” You asked him as you started pushing him away from you. He grabbed your wrists to try and stop you. He just sat there and said nothing to you. “I don't even want to look at you right now. Don't talk to me until you have your shit together.” you said to him. That was exactly what he did, didn't talk to you. Every time you went over to the Kiszka house, he wouldn't talk to you, wouldn't look at you. You had found a new partner for the project, which you aced. 

The day was a Wednesday, when Josh had talked to you. You were in class when he turned around and asked if he could come to your dorm room. You nodded and told Maya that you needed to have a private discussion with Josh in the room and she told you she would be gone for however long you needed. You profusely thanked her and told her you would make it up to her. Once class ended, he followed you to your dorm and walked in. He complimented the nicely decorated dorm and sat down on the bed you pointed to. 

You changed into something more comfortable and sat down in the papasan chair you and Maya shared. 

“You know, the day you told me to never talk to you until I got my shit together was the day I told her I cheated on her. I never told her who it was, just that I cheated on her. She broke up with me the same day. I was just too nervous to tell you. This entire time I've just been thinking about you and I, and what it would be like if we were together. I told Ronnie too, I just told her not to say anything to you, considering it was me who came onto you. Y/N, I'm sorry. Look at me, cowgirl, I am sorry. Will you just like me again?” 

You looked at him and said, “Who said I ever stopped liking you?” and kissed him. He pulled you on top of him and laid down with you. You were about to take your shirt off when Maya walked in the door, you got off of him and cleared your throat. You and Josh both looked at her while she stood in the doorway looking right back at you two. 

She grabbed something from her bed, said sorry, and left. Josh looked at you and said, “Come here cowgirl, get on top of me.” 

[orivaa-kun]

BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 7: Life's a Beach

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6

chapter word count: 7k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba-

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“God, I’m starving.” Gojo complains, throwing his head back a bit dramatically. Now at the beach, Gojo and Riku walk the long stretch of boardwalk by the ocean that’s lined with small shacks, beachwear shops, food stands, arcades, and even an outdoor theme park.

Other than the coffee shop they’d just left half an hour ago, Riku thinks the boardwalk is the most normal place she’s been to with Gojo. The walkway is crowded with locals and tourists navigating through all its attractions and the white haired man holds her close by her hand that’s clasped in his. Gojo hadn’t let her hand go since he’d asked to hold it when they were in the car, and Riku feels her cheeks tinge red at the mere thought, “Even after those donuts? The ones you didn’t even let me try?” She adds, undeniably a bit disappointed as the man had raved about them back at the shop.

Gojo sighs, “Sorry, babe,” he leans close to her ear, “I promise I’ll give you something sweeter.”

The lowly whispered words cause Riku to jolt upright a little more, and her cheeks redden even further. She feels a few eyes on the two of them as they pass through the crowded boardwalk, “Are you even capable of being sweet to me, you know…” she trails off, a bit embarrassed; she says the last part just above a whisper, “in bed? You don’t seem like the type at all.”

Gojo speaks just as low, eyes focused on navigating the boardwalk as he speaks but a smirk on his face, “Princess, if I fucked you nice and sweet like that, you’d lose your fucking mind. Trust me, Suguru ain’t got shit on me.”

Riku hums to herself in response to Gojo’s words, amused.

Gojo turns to look over at Riku, smirk growing into a grin, “What? You in the mood to get the sense fucked outta you or something?”

“No!” Riku protests, raising her voice from a whisper.

Gojo laughs, unbelieving, “If you say so…” he squeezes her hand, “come on, babe. We’re here.”

Riku looks up at the small shack of a restaurant that looks terribly run down, the sign ‘IWAI’S’ crookedly plastered above the door on a big wooden slab, “This is the place…?” She quirks a brow as Gojo pulls her closer.

“Mhm.” He raises Riku’s hand with his own to his lips, offering the back of it a quick peck before letting it go and opening the door for her, that chirps loudly with the numerous wind chimes attached to its front.

Riku steps in and is surprised by the dark, quaint, yet clean and izakaya-style ambiance of the small restaurant as it’s completely different from its exterior. The place seems to be completely empty, but a man suddenly appears from what looks to be the kitchen in a rugged black apron and a white bandana tied around the top of his head. He has a small goatee and is around the same height and build as Gojo – around 190cm or 6’3” – only seemingly a few years older and a bit leaner and thinner.

“Satoru! Hey, man!” He strides around the bar to greet his friend, but pauses when he sees Riku, eyes widening, “Shit, who the hell do we have here?” He smirks as he shamelessly looks Riku up and down in her beachwear.

Gojo possessively slips his thick arm around Riku, removes his sunglasses, and gestures between the two others with his free hand, “Iwai, Riku. Riku, meet Iwai.” He puts his spectacles in his pocket.

“Hi, Iwai.” Riku extends her hand, a faint smile on her lips.

Iwai lightly grasps and shakes it slowly, admiring Riku with alluring, half-lidded eyes, “Hi, Riku. You’re absolutely gorgeous… like a fucking painting.”

Riku’s smile brightens, “Thank you.”

He shakes his head to himself in disbelief, “Might just be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Iwai.” Gojo says, tone nonchalant but irritation more than evident in his eyes. His arm unconsciously tightens around Riku.

“What? She yours or something?” Iwai questions.

“Y—”

“Nope! I don’t belong to anybody.” Riku confidently interrupts before Gojo can finish.

Gojo clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth once to Riku’s words, irritation spreading to his brows, “A real fucking brat, this one…” He drops his arm from around her to cross both of them over his chest, “She’s Jin Ozaki’s niece.

Iwai guffaws to Gojo and Riku’s interaction, “She’s yakuza, and she has the guts to stand up to you?!” His eyes shift back down to Riku with adoration, “I think I’m in love.”

Gojo sighs, “Iwai, just let us taste the damn club’s new pairing menu. I got shit to do.”

“Alright, alright,” Iwai raises his arms in protest, “right this way,” he turns, gesturing towards and beginning to walk over to one of the small tables in the corner of the room. Gojo and Riku ease down onto the small stools, Riku removes her crossbody bag, and Iwai looks to Riku again but this time a lot more collected, “If you’re Ozaki, I’m assuming you have a more refined palate and appreciation for culinary artistry? Unlike this sugar-addicted asshole?”

“You’d be correct.” Riku giggles lightly.

“Fuck you, Iwai. Sweet stuff just tastes better and everybody knows it.”

“Sure, boss.” Iwai dismisses Gojo’s words with disbelief, “I’ll get you two some water and bring out the first course in a bit.” Iwai begins to walk back towards the bar.

Gojo huffs a frustrated laugh out, shaking his head at Riku, “What’s that now, strike two?”

“Strike two?” Riku asks curiously.

“First you’re smart with me back at the café, now this?” Gojo nudges Riku’s leg beneath the table with his knee, “You must like getting punished or something.” He murmurs the words deliciously low, eyes dark and a sick smirk on his lips.

“Whatever, Satoru. You’re not gonna do shit anyways.” Riku brushes Gojo’s words off, instead moving her gaze to look around at the small izakaya’s decor.

Gojo’s eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape with a short laugh, genuinely surprised by Riku’s backtalk, “Oh? You wanna test that theory? Try me, babe.”

“You wouldn’t do that in public, not in the middle of a restaurant like this. Even if it is empty.” Riku says in disbelief, still avoiding Gojo’s eyes.

“Ri, I’ll bend you over this table right now.”

“No you wo—” Riku starts when Gojo suddenly grabs her arm and yanks it forward, causing her chest to fall and completely press against the flat of the wooden table. Gojo even begins to stand, but Riku protests, her entire face burning bright red, “W-wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Satoru!”

“Yeah you are.” Gojo, face completely calm and satisfied with Riku’s reaction, releases her arm and sits back down, “That’s better.”

Riku quickly raises her chest up off the table and readjusts her coverup dress.

Iwai looks curiously between Riku and Gojo when he returns with their waters, especially to Riku who looks down at the table and toys with one of the curls at the back of her head, cheeks flushed and an embarrassed expression on her face, “Uh, here’s the water… First appetizer is in the works. You drinking today, Gojo?”

“Nah. This one’s the real sake connoisseur.” Gojo gestures to Riku.

“Really? Good; now I can get a real opinion on these bottles.” Iwai chuckles, already walking back towards the kitchen.

*

After seven courses of intricately crafted small plates and their seven uniquely paired servings of rare sake, though not drunk, Riku is far past buzzed and quite tipsy. She giggles to herself at nothing in particular, her cheeks and neck tinged pink with warmth.

“What’s so funny?” Gojo quirks a brow at Riku from across the table. As he hadn’t had anything to drink, he eyes Riku suspiciously.

“Nothing! Just feel nice.” Riku smiles warmly, closing her eyes for a bit to enjoy the weightless feeling in her body.

“Is that so?” Gojo studies Riku’s body with his eyes, slowly taking in each bit of her that’s visible him – the flushed cheeks, neck, chest… he huffs a chuckle at the woman who’s clearly enjoying herself, “Well, glad one of us is having fun.”

“Come on; hasn’t trying the food been fun, too?” Riku opens her eyes and challenges playfully.

“Yeah, but clearly not as much fun as you’re having.” He crosses his thick arms across his chest.

Riku blinks up at Gojo, simply getting lost in his cerulean eyes for a moment. He’s so handsome. She thinks to herself. Riku can’t help but appreciate the perfectly chiseled face, broad shoulders, and toned chest that’s even visible with his button up, short-sleeve beach shirt on. Riku shifts her leg under the table so that it gently nudges and hooks around one of Gojo’s. She slowly moves it up and down, rubbing his leg with her own, “You wanna feel good, too?” She boldly asks, batting her eyes at the white haired man flirtatiously.

Gojo’s brows lift with surprise at Riku’s boldness and opens his mouth to speak, but just then, Iwai returns to their table with a tray that holds two small dishes and a single serving of sake.

“Alright,” Iwai sets the dishes down on the table, “last one. We got anmitsu—an assortment of mochi, red bean, and chestnut flavored jelly cubes topped with matcha ice cream. And for you, Riku,” he sets down the small sake glass, “we have a sweet plum wine to go with. It’s a 3-year aged Asahi Shuzo Dassai umeshu.”

“This looks so good! Everything’s been so delicious, Iwai.”

“Thanks, beautiful,” Iwai smirks brightly, “glad you liked the pairings.”

Riku dramatically drops her chin into her hands, propped up by her elbows on the table, “I wish I could eat delicious food like this every day…” She sighs, pouting ever so slightly.

“Riku, gorgeous as you are—if you were mine, I’d get up at the ass-crack of dawn to make you whatever you want.” His smirk grows, gaze heavy with infatuation as he looks down at Riku.

Riku giggles, “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

Already digging into his dessert, Gojo loudly clears his throat, clearly irritated by Riku and Iwai’s exchange.

“Let me know if you need anything else; more water, some coffee, whatever. I make a damn good matcha caramel macchiato, you know.”

“Ooo… that sounds good!” Riku says excitedly.

“We’re good,” Gojo checks his watch, “we gotta get going to the gym soon, anyways.”

“Aw…” Riku complains, a small frown on her face.

“I can make it to-go.” Iwai suggests.

“Yay! Thanks, Iwai.” Riku’s excitement returns as quickly as it had left. She picks up the small spoon on her plate and scoops up some of the mochi and ice cream before taking a bite. She immediately hums to the perfect balance of light, sweet flavors, “Mm… this is absolutely perfect. So delicious!”

“Try it with a sip of the umeshu.” Iwai notes, already heading back towards the kitchen.

Riku takes a sip from the small sake glass, eyes lighting up as the sweet flavored notes of the liquid hits her tongue, “Oh, this is good… You might like this, actually.” Riku suggests, glancing over to Gojo.

“Let me try.”

Riku passes the small glass to Gojo, who takes a slow sip. He pauses after tasting the umeshu, and then his eyes widen similarly to Riku’s, “Wow, that is pretty good—for alcohol.”

Riku shakes her head to Gojo’s response, “It’s amazing.” She clarifies, “Just because there aren't 10 spoonfuls of sugar in it, doesn’t mean it isn’t good.” She continues to take tiny bites of her dessert.

Already nearly finished with his own dessert, Gojo watches Riku as she eats, shaking his head to himself, “Also, that’s strike three, babe.”

Riku gasps, jaw dropping in surprise as she placed her spoon back down on her plate, “But I didn’t even do anything!”

“Flirting with Iwai, right in front of me?” Gojo quirks a brow at Riku.

“Oh my god, I wasn’t even flirting.” Riku rolls her eyes, dramatically sighing the words.

“Ri, you look at any average guy with that puppy dog eyes and pout combination and he’s falling for you. Without a doubt.”

“Okay, but that’s not my fault, though.” Riku takes the sake glass back from Gojo, downing the rest of the liquid in the glass like a shot.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Gojo says flatly, “You’re not as slick as you think you are, Ri.” His smirk grows into a grin when he’s suddenly struck with an idea. He stands to his feet, quickly grabbing Riku by her arm and pulling her up out of her seat and towards a narrow hall on the other side of the restaurant.

“Hey…! What are you doing?!” Riku protests head swimming a bit to the combination of the alcohol in her system and the sudden movement.

“Teaching you a lesson.” Gojo says sinfully low as they approach the door to the private bathroom in the back of the izakaya. He opens it and pushes Riku in so that she collies with the sink, then closes and locks the door behind them.

“Ow!” Riku complains, rubbing her hip that had hit the corner of the sink. Though it’s quaint and clean, the bathroom – made mostly of black stone and accented with polished wood – is just as narrow as the hallway and both Gojo and Riku hardly fit in it, “That hurt, asshole! Agh—”

Riku exclaims a short gasp when Gojo suddenly closes the space between them and simultaneously hoists her up on the edge of the sink while pushing up the netted fabric of her coverup dress. Gojo wastes no time in joining their lips, pulling Riku’s knees apart so he’s pressed flush against her body. He kisses her harsh and quickly forces his tongue in between her lips to dance with hers.

Riku moans into Gojo’s mouth when he rubs his hands up the sides of her hips and around her waist, thumbs massaging into the barely clothed skin there. Gojo moves his lips to Riku’s neck and his large, kneading hands to her breasts and she whimpers, heat already beginning to pool between her legs from Gojo’s touch. Riku’s skin already feels warm from all the sake she’d drank, and her pulse only beats hotter and more thickly in her neck when Gojo licks and sucks red marks into it. Gojo’s hands are rough with her, and Riku appreciates how the man doesn’t hold back. She giggles a bit, “This is punishment?”

Gojo releases his hold on one of Riku’s breasts to reach up and yank her head back with a quick, sharp tug of her hair—backing her up just enough so she can see his cold, hard gaze. It’s a look so emotionless that it honestly sends a shiver down Riku’s spine. It’s broken when Gojo suddenly chuckles, however, lips curving up into a grin at the sight of Riku beneath him, sitting on the edge of the sink with a flustered expression on her face, “Hm. So now you want to be touched? That’s funny…” He leans closer to Riku to suck her earlobe between his lips, gently tugging on it before lewdly licking inside the rim of her ear.

Riku twitches and moans to the feel of Gojo’s breath and tongue on her ear, legs shaking for a second as she feels herself grow wetter beneath her bikini.

Gojo abruptly releases her completely and steps back as much as he can in the small bathroom, which causes Riku to blink dazedly at him at the sudden lack of touch. He pushes his hands into his pockets, face and voice both completely calm and collected as he speaks his next words, “You’ve been pushing and pulling me all day, babe. So, tell me, what do you really want, Ricchan?”

“I…” Riku trails off, thinking to herself before replying with the only current thought in her head, “want you.”

Gojo folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head once, unimpressed, “Too vague. Try again.”

Riku's cheeks redden even more under his focused gaze, “I want you to fuck me…” She says low, just above a whisper and voice shaking with embarrassment.

“What was that?” Gojo turns his head to poke his ear in Riku’s direction, only pretending he can’t hear her, “I couldn’t catch it. Speak up.”

Riku grumbles impatiently and out of embarrassment, a fire behind her eyes, “I said I want your dick inside of me, okay?!” Her face is completely red now, and Gojo laughs at the sight.

“You look like a tomato!” He guffaws childishly, jabbing his index finger towards her.

“Shut up…!”

Gojo reaches in his back pocket, retrieving a condom from it, “But I guess it’s better. I’ll give you what you want, Ricchan, but I won’t be nice and hold back—even if you ask me to…” He unbuttons his shorts and tugs them and his boxers down just below his hips, causing his dick to spring up and to attention. He tears the foil package open.

Riku’s eyes widen at Gojo’s size, still in disbelief of how that had been inside of her last night.

“…can you take it?” Gojo asks, rolling the condom onto his dick.

Riku bites her lip to the sight of Gojo’s movements, nodding with a lewd gaze. She feels her breaths begin to deepen in heated anticipation and spreads her legs a little more, using one of her hands to pull her bikini to one side and tease herself with her fingers.

Gojo’s eyes dart down to between Riku’s legs, and he watches as she plays with herself, on display just for him. He glances back up to her eyes, and closes the gap between them, hand reaching up to harshly grab and squeeze the sides of her neck with his thumb and index. Gojo is at Riku’s ear again, muttering his wanton words into it between wet kisses and sucks to her earlobe, “You slut. You only want affection when it’s like this… don’t you?”

“Yes…” Riku strains out in a whine, practically aching between her legs for him to fill her up with his cock, “I need it so bad, Satoru.” She feels just the right amount of lightheaded with Gojo’s hand locked around her neck and is so turned on she doesn’t really care about how ridiculous she sounds at the moment.

Gojo presses his forehead against Riku’s with a wild grin, “Shit, babe, you might just be as fucking sick and twisted as me…” He teases the tip of his dick at her entrance and rubs it over her wet folds, “But you just had this last night, no? You already want me again, Ricchan?” He coos the question salaciously.

“Please!” She whimpers, rolling her hips forward and closer to Gojo’s so that his dick prods harder against her pussy.

“You asked for it.” And with the end of his words, Gojo savagely thrusts all the way into Riku’s cunt with a single, hard jut of his hips, his free hand grasping and holding hers down in place on the edge of the sink so she can’t get away from him… so she has to take every inch of his cock.

“S-Sator—” Riku nearly screams from the pain of Gojo entering her so harshly but is cut off when the hand on her throat swiftly moves to clasp over her mouth.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you horny slut.” Gojo spits coldly, his expression mildly irritated to all the noise Riku was making, but simultaneously more than visibly turned on from her moans. He doesn’t waste any time and thrusts into her over and over, hard and fast. The sink even bumps loudly against the wall at the force of his aggressive movements. Gojo looks Riku directly in her eyes as he muffles her moans with his hand pressed tightly over her mouth, fucking her hard and unceasingly, “You were just flirting with Iwai minutes ago; you really want him to hear you getting fucked in the back of his restaurant?”

Riku’s long nails dig into the skin of Gojo’s lower hips and she shudders to the intense sensations he gives her with each dastard pump of his dick, eyes rolling back into her head for a moment as a strong jolt of pleasure abruptly courses through her body without warning. All of a sudden, she’s squeezing and pulsing tight around Gojo’s cock, and a long, muffled moan is falling from her lips.

Gojo pauses in his thrusting at the feel of Riku tightly gripping his dick in rhythmic waves, “Did you just cum?” A smirk slowly takes over his previously icy expression.

Riku doesn’t realize it until after it’s already over and she’s coming down from her high. She’s never been fucked hard like this before and didn’t think it was possible for her to climax so quick. Gojo releases Riku’s lips and she simply blinks and pants heavily, half-dazed and half-tired from orgasming so intensely.

“Shit, Ri, you like pain that much?” Gojo laughs at her, “I mean, fuck, what was that? One minute?”

“Don’t laugh at me…!” Riku’s not sure if it’s the sheer embarrassment, the pain from Gojo’s thrusting, her vulnerability from just having orgasmed, or a mixture of all three, but tears well up at the corners of her eyes.

“I told you, that crying shit won’t work on me. And I’m not finished with you.” Gojo says before slamming back into Riku with a rough buck of his hips.

Riku bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out.

“Why don’t you do some work for once?” Gojo grabs under Riku’s knees to pull her legs up and around his waist, “Put your arms around my neck. You can hold your weight can’t you?”

When Riku follows Gojo’s directions he stands upright and her body is lifted above the sink. She clings to Gojo to hold herself up, now more readily breathing in the citrus, musk, and vanilla notes of his scent at their proximity.

“The fuck are you waiting for?” Gojo harshly slaps the flat of his hand under the curve of Riku’s ass and she clenches on his dick in response, a quick moan spilling from her lips, “Move.” He commands.

Arms locked around Gojo’s neck for purchase, Riku moves her ass up and down at a steady rhythm. Though the position doesn’t allow for much movement, she continues like this for a few minutes and tries to please Gojo in her messy, dazed state, whispered moans and whimpers fleeing her mouth each time Gojo’s dick hits her spot just right.

“You can do better than that, Ri…” Gojo severely slaps both of his hands on Riku’s ass cheeks over and over, sure to leave marks on the now reddened skin there as she continues to throw her hips back and forth on his dick. Face now buried in his shoulder, Riku softly cries out into Gojo’s shirt as he batters her ass with hits, head beginning to melt at her own arousal from this situation.

Gojo’s touch throughout the day – his hands rubbing on her back, around her waist, even his fingers flirting with her breasts –  had slowly affected Riku, little by little, and now she was so desperate for for the man that she was fucking him in the back of a restaurant. It was honestly embarrassing to think about the complete mess he’d made out of her body. On top of this, Riku had never been pushed so harshly during sex before, and neither had the line between her pain and pleasure. Gojo had been cruel in his treatment and fucking of Riku, and as she was the type of girl who was used to men treating her like a princess all the time, his brutish punishment of her like this only drove her crazier.

Riku moves her arms down so that her hands are on Gojo’s shoulders. She uses them like a pull up bar, pulling her weight up and down so that she moves more significantly on and off of his dick with each jerk of her hips. She throws her head back up to get a look at Gojo, her own cheeks reddened and eyes hazy with pleasure. Though she could hold her weight, even her arms were quickly growing sore and tired from holding moving herself up and down on Gojo in this way.

“That’s better. See, Ricchan? You can fuck yourself on my dick just fine.”

“Fuck…” Riku whispers the word, enjoying the feel of Gojo’s dick pushing into her over and over again at the command of her hips and her own set pace. It doesn’t take long for her to slow down from the tiredness and soreness in her arms, though, and she eventually comes to a still.

“Hm, well that was short-lived.” Gojo notes, almost too plainly.

“I’m sorry…! Please, Satoru… please fuck me!” Riku begs, arms shaking. Gojo can see that Riku is honest in her words from her timid body language—that’s much different from her usual dismissive yet playful and hot-headed attitude. It only takes a moment of looking into her eyes for him to tell that he’s pushed her a lot physically, and that she’s barely holding on (pun intended).

Gojo finally wraps his arms around Riku’s back with a sigh, breaking his mean streak and easily taking her weight into his hands, “You did well, babe. Way better than most could.” He praises, kissing her temple with a small peck before walking them over to and pinning her against the wooden door of the bathroom, “Let me take it from here.”

Gojo suddenly thrusts into Riku hard and fast, nailing her into the wood with one hand on her hip and the other on her mouth again. The door bangs loudly in its frame at Gojo’s brutish movements but he doesn’t let up, looking Riku in the eyes as she comes undone with pleasure. Her muffled moans gradually grow louder into choked groans, her breathing becoming more and more irregular with each strong buck of his hips. Riku grips Gojo’s broad shoulders tightly, legs gently shaking around his waist at the heavy pleasure that focuses in her abdomen and pushes its way up her spine. She looks at Gojo with wide eyes, and he immediately understands, “I know, babe; I’m close, too…” He softly grunts the words and rests his head in the slope of Riku’s neck.

Riku’s body jerks and twitches with the intensity of her climax and she lets loose a muffled cry into Gojo’s palm. His breath grows ragged when Riku clenches on him and his hips slam into hers one last time as he cums, “Ah, fuck, Riku…” Gojo curses, keeping her pinned against the door with one arm while the other moves from her mouth to cup her cheek. Gojo presses his lips to Riku’s passionately yet tiredly, offering her a few lewd, open-mouthed kisses before finally breaking away and pulling out of her.

Gojo slowly releases and eases Riku back down onto her feet, “You good?” He brushes a few stray curls from her face and rubs his thumbs over her flushed cheeks, “Was I too mean to you?” He smirks.

Riku winces a bit to the soreness between her legs, on her ass, and in her arms when she stands on her own, using Gojo’s arm to stable herself when she stumbles a bit. He instinctively catches her wrist in his hand when she does but she quickly regains her balance, “Yeah, you were, but I can take it… and I had fun.” Riku smiles soft yet honestly at Gojo, starting to readjust her bikini and smooth out her coverup dress.

“You did?” Gojo leans over and close to Riku’s face, pressing a light peck to her lips.

“Mhm.”

He pecks her lips again, “You gonna be a good girl f’me the rest of the day?”

Riku nods, smiling sweet and submissively up at Gojo, “Yes.”

“Good.” Gojo pecks her lips one last time before straightening back up and beginning to remove and discard his condom, “Another day of fucking the brat outta you, hm?” Gojo chuckles, “You need to use the bathroom, babe?” He pulls and buttons his shorts back up, then quickly washes his hands.

“Yeah, I should.” Riku pushes a curl behind her ear shyly, trading places with Gojo in the bathroom so she’s no longer at the door.

“Take your time. I’ll wait for you outside with your coffee, alright?” Gojo winks at her, unlocking the door and opening it slowly.

Riku nods quietly and Gojo makes his exit, closing the door behind him.

Of course, just then, Iwai turns the corner in the hallway and his eyes widen when he sees Gojo closing the door. His look of surprise suddenly turns into a knowing smirk and he laughs, “Seriously? And here I was thinking the dishwasher was acting up again…” He shakes his head and crosses his arms, “Riku still in there?”

“Yeah, she’s freshening up.” Gojo grins.

Iwai chuckles, “Jesus Christ. Well, I got her macchiato out front.” Iwai waves Gojo along already heading back towards the restaurant’s main space.

Gojo follows along until they reach the bar that has a small coffee cup with a lid and sleeve on it. He sits down on one of the stools with a small sigh.

Iwai moves behind the counter, wiping the surface of it down with a wet rag, “Now, where’d you find a girl like her?” He asks, genuinely curious.

Gojo looks up into space for a second, thinking before he meets Iwai’s eyes again, “She’d tell you that we met at the gala a few nights ago, but really, I met her years ago when we were kids. Don’t think she remembers that, though.”

“Interesting… So she got a sister or anything?” Iwai quirks a brow.

Gojo cackles, “A cousin, but that’s it. And if she’s anything like Riku, I wouldn’t touch her.” Gojo advises, folding his hands on the bar top with a small smirk on his lips.

“Why’s that? Tryna hog all the hotties for yourself?” Iwai retrieves a clean class from behind the bar and fills it with water using the soda tap.

“It’s not that. She’s just a little bit… troublesome. Maybe a lot bit.” Gojo admits, cocking his head to one side.

“You say that when you’re going out with her right now.” Iwai lifts his pointer from his cup, raising the glass as he speaks before taking a long sip from it.

“Yeah, but I can handle it. Can you?” Gojo asks, challengingly.

“What kind of trouble are we talkin’?” Iwai asks before taking another sip of water.

“Kicking Toji in the balls kind of trouble.”

Iwai spits his water out but off towards the floor of the bar, then coughs and clears his throat, eyes wide with surprise, “Shit…”

Gojo lets loose a loud laugh to Iwai’s reaction.

“Yeah, I don’t want Toji problems, even as pretty as she is. Really the only person who can handle Toji problems is… well, you. Maybe Suguru, too.”

“And there it is.” Gojo concludes, and both of their heads turn when they hear Riku approaching.

She secures her small crossbody bag over her shoulder as she walks towards them and stops at the edge of the bar to pick up the small coffee cup, clearly ignorant to their prior conversation, “This for me?”

“Sure is.” Iwai confirms with a nod.

Riku takes a sip, “Oh my god… What the hell?!” She takes another one, “This is insanely good!” Her expression looks frustrated, but she continues to take small sips of the matcha caramel macchiato.

Iwai laughs, “That's some review. Thanks, Riku. You mind if I send Gojo a survey for you to fill out about the pairings?”

Riku shakes her head, “Not at all. I’d be happy to fill it out.” She smiles, moving towards Gojo’s side, “Thanks for the good food and drinks!” Riku beams with a certain glow about her.

“Anytime. Seriously, if I’m not at the club, I’m here—if you ever want a bite.” Iwai offers, "And, we typically open around…” he checks his watch, “now, actually.”

“Well, I can’t pass up an offer like that.” Riku muses, smile turning into a playful smirk, “Maybe I’ll bring some friends, too. Thank you.”

Gojo rises from the stool and to his feet, slipping his hand down to grasp and interlock his fingers with Riku’s free one, “You ready, babe?” He looks at her in a way that’s telling to their physical and growing emotional connection: direct and unashamedly with a touch of infatuation.

“Mhm.” Riku mirrors Gojo’s gaze, not breaking from it until the other turns to say goodbye to Iwai.

“Alright. Thanks, Iwai. See you at the club later.” Gojo waves his hand at the other with the one that doesn’t hold Riku’s.

“See you, Satoru.”

“Bye, Iwai!” Riku raises her coffee towards the man as her and Gojo head towards the door, lifting a few of her fingers from the cup to wave goodbye.

“Bye Riku. Please bring your friends.”

Riku giggles, “Sure thing.”

Gojo holds the door for Riku and she slips through, the bright light of the early afternoon straining her eyes for a moment. When they adjust, she notices the long line that’s already started to wrap around Iwai’s restaurant.

Riku hums in realization, “I thought it was weird a spot with food as good as that wasn’t filled to the brim… No wonder, it wasn’t open yet.”

“Yep.” Gojo pops the ‘p,’ eyes scanning the boardwalk that’s now even more full with beach goers. He retrieves his sunglasses from his pocket and puts them back on. Riku immediately feels eyes on them when they exit the izakaya, but Gojo doesn’t seem phased by it. He looks used to it, if anything. Do they really stand out so much?

“This way.” Gojo begins to walk them towards the right, gently squeezing Riku’s hand before doing so, “You wanna take the boardwalk way, or walk by the ocean?”

Riku looks around at the unmistakable hundreds if not thousands of people that crowd the long stretch of boardwalk that at least stretches for half a mile, “Um… beach, please.”

“You got it, princess.” Gojo navigates through the crowd with Riku at his side until they reach a beach entrance.

Riku downs the rest of her coffee as they approach the sand and dumps the cup in a nearby trash can, beginning to dig in her bag for her sun shades. She finally finds and slips them on, “You need sunscreen?” She suggests, pulling out and brandishing a small spray bottle from her purse.

“Nah, I’m good babe. Put some on this morning. But thanks.” Gojo doesn’t look at Riku but continues to walk them through the groups of people set up on the beach sand, keeping his hand locked with hers as they navigate through the uneven, sliding slopes of sand in their flip flops.

“Okay, but you should reapply, you know.” Riku says, putting her sunscreen back into her back before zipping it up again, “I did back at the restaurant.”

“That how you keep your skin so soft?” Gojo asks, finally glancing at Riku once they reach the bit of hard sand just before the ocean waves. It’s far less crowded than the beach and boardwalk, and Riku is glad she chose this route. They begin to walk along the stretch of wet sand.

“That’s part of it,” Riku notes, “you have pretty nice skin, too, you know.”

Gojo laughs once, “Don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before. Not with all these scars.” He shrugs his shoulders and lifts his free hand, vaguely gesturing to the faint lines that litter his arms.

Riku glances down, using her hand that’s interlocked with Gojo’s to lift his hand closer to her face. She examines one of the more noticeable, long scars on Gojo’s forearm, running the pads of her fingers up the line of it and the thick veins just underneath until she reaches the bulky, toned muscle of his bicep. Even with the scars, his skin is taught and smooth to the touch, “They’ve healed really well, though.”

Gojo glances down, watching Riku inspect him with a faint smile on his lips, “Thanks, Ricchan.” He pauses, “You know, princess, you’d make a really good girl if you weren’t a crazy troublemaker raised by yakuza.”

Riku wants to be upset, but is too exhausted to have an angry bone in her body and can’t help but burst into laughter to Gojo’s words—they were kind of true, after all.

Gojo joins instantaneously, bending at the waist a bit from the good chuckle his own words had given him.

Riku pulls her hand out of Gojo’s hold, pushing his shoulder with as much strength as she can muster, “You’re an asshole.”

To Riku’s surprise, Gojo doesn’t move much from her push and simply laughs as if it was a light pat, “Uh-huh,” he grabs her arm, pulling her into his side and locking their hands once more. He bends close to her ear so only she can hear his next words, “but you like it when I’m mean to you.”

Riku lazily shoulder checks the man, but keeps her hand in his, “Shut up.” She blushes, looking off towards the water.

Gojo’s hums a small chuckle, “You don’t have to hide, babe… you can say that you like it.” His smirk turns into an alluring one and he speaks lowly, “You’re so fucking cute.” Gojo gently ruffles Riku’s hair then kisses her temple.

“People done say shit like that out loud!” Riku whisper-yells, cheeks still bright red.

“They should.” Gojo says simply, “I’d personally like to see the look on your face while saying how much you like what I do to you.” Aside from their combined presence alone, the end of Gojo’s words garner a few eyes from a few people passing by them on the beach.

“Shh!” Riku uses her hand in Gojo’s to yank his arm down.

The man only cackles in response.

“How long is it to the gym, anyways?” Riku changes the subject, frustratingly rubbing the side of her forehead. Why does he only ever want to talk about horny shit like this?

“Just fifteen minutes, give or take.” Gojo looks down the stretch of beach.

“The gym’s on the beach?”

“Basically. It’s on the other end of the boardwalk.” He clarifies.

“Oh.” Riku bites her lip when there’s a long pause in their conversation. She looks up at Gojo, who looks like he has his eyes focused on something in the distance, or is thinking about something. She decides to break the silence, “How long have you been doing martial arts?”

Gojo glances over to Riku, “Since I was 3.”

Riku’s eyes widen, “Wow, isn’t that a bit early?”

“Not for the Gojo clan, it isn’t. It’s pretty standard practice, and it’s part of the reason our family is ranked where it is.”

“Yeah, but that must’ve been rough…” Riku searches Gojo’s face for any telling emotions, but there aren’t any; he seems completely at ease about his upbringing. She brushes her hand over Gojo’s faintly scarred arm, “Are any of these from when you were a kid?”

“No,” Gojo cocks his chin upwards, and Riku immediately spots a small, white scar just beneath his jaw, “but this is.”

“Ouch,” Riku instinctively reaches up with her free hand to rub her fingers over it, “What happened?”

Gojo lowers his head back down, “I was 11, so a bit older, but there was this little girl in trouble, so I took down a bunch of muscle from a foreign syndicate that was attacking her family.”

“Aww, so you were a hero.”

Gojo shakes his head, then meets Riku’s gaze again, a curiously knowing look in his eyes, “Not quite. Both of us almost died in the process. There was a bad fire, too.”

Riku suddenly sees a flash of white, but it’s not the beach sand… It feels like she’s recalling something. It flashes again and a sharp pain tears through her head. This time the white of a flame? No, white hair…? Riku stops in her tracks, immediately pulling out of Gojo’s grasp to clasp her hands over the sides of her head. She winces, “Ah…!”

“Ri, are you okay?” Gojo turns and holds Riku’s shoulders, noticeably concerned.

Riku continues to wince with her eyes closed and holds her own face.

“Riku, are you alright?” Gojo squeezes Riku’s shoulders tighter.

Riku only hears Gojo this second time, when the flash of white fades from her vision, “Mm, yeah…” she sighs when the sharp pain in her head quickly fades into nothing, “I’m good. Sorry, that hasn’t happened in years… Like, since I was a teenager.” She drops her hands from her face, confused to why she’d had a headache now of all times.

“You sure you good?” Gojo bends close to Riku to cup and hold her head in his hands, “You need me to carry you to the gym, princess?” The concern on his face turns into a smirk.

“God, no. Please don’t do that.” Riku shakes her head furiously.

“Well, always here if you change your mind, babe.” Gojo rejoins his hand with Riku’s, giving it a small squeeze.

“Thanks, Satoru.” Riku says softly, mostly looking in the distance as they begin to walk again.

Gojo fake-gasps, “Did I just hear a thank you? From the brat herself?? I can’t believe it!”

Riku pokes Gojo’s bicep with the point of her nail, narrowing her eyes at him, “Hey, don’t push it. You’ll never hear one again if you act that way.”

Gojo quickly reaches back to slap Riku’s rear, and looks down at her in feigned confusion, pretending he hadn’t just heard her words, “What was that?”

 Riku jumps with a yelp, mostly from the preexisting soreness on her ass, “Agh…! What the fu—” she cuts herself off when she notes the unmoving, stern look on Gojo’s face, just centimeters from hers. It’s the kind of look that says, ‘Didn’t you just say you’d be a good girl for the rest of the day?’ Riku sighs, not wanting to fight Gojo’s dominant inclinations over this, “Never mind…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Riku grumbles under her breath, sure that she would have blown a fuse if it weren't for the people on the beach around them—and if it wasn't Gojo. She couldn't deny the sick part of herself that liked the other being in control. Was this how things were always going to be between us? Laughing and kissing one moment, and pissed at each other the very next?

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unnamed scarian Hermit/empires Vigilante Au chapter one

Grian, or CuteGuy now that he was in his vigilante suit, dived down from the city skies to land on a tall apartment building. He scanned his surroundings wearily, looking for any sign of trouble or crime. He did find trouble, but It certainly wasn’t the kind he was looking for. “Hello pretty bird,” A familiar voice teased. Grian whipped around to face the hero behind him. His nemesis, HotGuy, stood only a few feet behind him, a grin as smug as ever plastered across his stupid face. 

“What do you want now,” CuteGuy muttered.

“Oh nothing” HotGuy said with a shrug. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Well you’ve seen me, and I’m working which, mind you, you should be too, so go away.” He turned back to the view of the city. He could hear the sound of HotGuy’s footsteps as he approached. “What would the rest of the heroes think if they found out you were flirting with the enemy instead of patrolling the city.”

“If you joined the heroes our little talks wouldn’t be so dangerous,” HotGuy pointed out. Grian grunted in response and kept scanning the city below. He could feel his pastel pink wings puff up as HotGuy got even closer.

“You know CuteGu–” The hero was cut off by another person landing on the building. The Sheriff swung himself over the small rail on the apartment roof. Tucking his grappling hook in his pocket, and adjusting the blue bandana that covered his face he looked at the two in confusion. 

“HotGuy, what are you doing?” HotGuy flushed red with embarrassment.

“Um, I was just catching this pesky bir–uh vigilante,” he stuttered. The sheriff raised a questioning eyebrow. Suddenly a row of gemstone steps appeared out of thin air and Crystalin, one of the newer heroes, landed gracefully on the building. The deer-like girl brushed a lock of wavy ginger hair out of her face.

“The vigilantes aren’t worth catching,” she said. “We should focus on the real villains. As long as the vigilantes aren’t hurting anyone, I don’t see any harm in them doing their thing.”

“Crystalin’s right,” the sheriff agreed. With one last wistful glance at him, HotGuy headed towards the other heroes and began patrolling once again.

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Grian’s eyes fluttered open to the morning sun filtering through his apartment window. He sat up and yawned. He was utterly exhausted after last night's encounter with HotGuy and the other heroes. But he had a job to get too, so he reluctantly got up. He dug through his messy drawers until he found his signature red sweater and baggy gray pants and got dressed.

Once he was dressed he groggily opened his door and headed out to the kitchen. To his surprise his crush roommate, Scar, was standing in the kitchen cooking pancakes.

“Scar?” Grian asked. The man turned around and flashed him a big lopsided grin.

“Grian, goodmorning!” He exclaimed. “I’ve made us both breakfast, I figured it would be nice if we sat down and had a meal together this morning.” Grian’s now parrot wing because he was in his civilian form fluttered with happiness. He immediately felt embarrassed at the gesture. Boy was he glad Scar didn’t know how to read his wings. Yet. Scar was a clever man, despite being painfully oblivious at times, and Grain was sure he would figure it out eventually.

“Thanks,” Grian said with a sigh. He sat down at their round table and watched Scar serve the pancakes. Grian found it weird how someone he had only met six months ago could be so trusting and kind to him.

“Breakfast is served,” Scar said, plopping down at the chair across from him.

After the two ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence, before they both headed off to their jobs. Grian strolled down the city streets, pushing past groups of people, until eventually he reached the cafe he worked at. The cafe would be opening any minute now and Grian wasn’t near ready. He raced inside the building and quickly threw on his apron. Luckily he managed to get the cafe ready before the first customer. The first customer this morning happened to be none other than his best friend Mumbo Jumbo. Mumbo came to the cafe a lot and Grian had a sneaking suspicion it was more to visit him than get food.

“Mumbo, what can I get for you today?!” Grian asked happily.

“The usual,” Mumbo answered. Right. That meant black coffee with two sugars. “But how have you been?” He asked.

“I’ve been fine, you're acting like I haven’t seen you in ages, I saw you yesterday," Grian replied.

“Knowing you, you’ve probably caused more chaos from the last time I saw you to today than I have in my life.” Mumbo said. Grian laughed, knowing it was the truth. He then prepared Mumbo’s coffee and in a few minutes it was done.

“One coffee for none only then Mr. Mumbo Jumbo,” Grian called out. Mumbo rolled his eyes and took the coffee from him. After paying and saying goodbye, he walked out of the little cafe to begin his day. Grian sighed once Mumbo was gone, he had a long day of work ahead of him.

Also I promise I'm still doing my watcher au too, I just had to also do this.

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The Guy From Trailer 512 || Eddie Munson

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A/N: I’m hoping no one has done this already!! Sorry if someone did it. I haven’t seen any like this so... Also I'm sorry if the Spanish is all weird I can only speak a bit, so I apologized if its a bit wrong! :)

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“You’re gonna do great y/n!” you took a breath at Steve's words. “I’m terrified, what if he knows the song’s about him!” you panicked and paced around behind the stage, waiting to be called up. “If anyone in our group can't figure out who this is about, I doubt he’s gonna know y/n.” you nodded at steve. Watching as the band finished answering the question they had been asked.

“You’re right, I'm just nervous!” you froze as the band before you walked next to you, they waited to hear you sing. “You guys did great!” you smiled at eddie, their leader and also your’s and max’s neighbor. “Uh thanks, good luck to you.” You thanked Eddie and got your mic from one of the event coordinators. “Next up, some of you folks might recognize her as your child’s babysitter, but tonight she’s a new star, ms. y/n y/l/n!” you smiled and walked up the steps and walked to the middle of the stage.

You could hear your family and friend’s cheering loudly from the crowd. You smiled and got ready. You took a deep breath as the backtrack played.

“Cada día es igual por mi pasillo”

Every day is the same down the corridor

Everyday had been the same since your family moved into the trailer park. You’d get off work and you’d have to walk home, “508, 509, 510,-“ You counted as you passed by but as soon as you had reached trailer 511 the door suddenly swung forward and you were greeted by both a whistle from your neighbor. “Y/n, baby, i’ve been waiting for you to go on a date with me like you promised!” you rolled your eyes at the drunk hick. “I could show you around the town. I know all the good spots, ever heard of skull rock?”

You scoffed as he looked at you up and down. You went to make your way past him. “You could take a shower! You stink worse than a pig! And I didn't promise you anything.” You scoffed at the man. “I could sneak you into the bar, I'll pay for any drinks you want.” you stared at the pleading man in front of you. “Listen, I told you a bunch of times! I don’t want to go on these stupid dates with a man who’s old enough to be my uncle!” You rejected the man for the millionth time. As you finished speaking, the trailer door behind you opened.

Out stepped a long haired guy around your age or a bit older. He wore a white and black baseball tee with a drawing of a demon? On the front, he wore a leather jacket with a denim vest that had band pins on it.

You could see a bandana poking out the back of his jeans. He looked between you and your neighbor, You were able to get a good look at his face as he walked closer to you both. He had deep brown eyes that you could look at for years. And perfect kissable lips. He was attractive, like VERY VERY attractive. You watched, stunned as he walked by you both and down the roads.

“Oh shit!” you thought to yourself and tore your gaze away from his face, he must’ve thought you were a creep for staring at him for so long. He walked right by you both and right down the road to the little picnic table area. You had stayed stunned for a few minutes before turning to the man in front of you with a flushed expression, you had felt red all over, dumbfounded. Before your neighbor said to you, you quickly ran into your family’s trailer.

Once inside, you leaned against the door. A happy, flustered grin on your face as you thought about your neighbor next door.

You felt your heartbeat racing, your chest felt tight and constricted.

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed water from the fridge, hoping it would help calm your heart rate down, but it hadn’t stopped the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering around in there. It might’ve sounded crazy but you were sure you had met the man of your dreams.

Ever since that day you made sure to take your time walking down the road from work, in hopes to see him again. You had gone as far as to faking your interest in the hick next door to you, in hopes of seeing him walk out of his trailer again.

You smiled, gaining a bit more confidence. You kept looking over to see The Corroded coffin members tapping their feet to the beat. You giggled and turned to the crowd and continued.

“El chico del apartamento 512. Él que hace a mi pobre corazón saltar”

The boy from apartment 512. The one who makes my poor heart beat fast.

You sighed as you walked toward Hawkins high doors. Dustin had told you earlier that day to meet him outside his locker. You groaned when he first told you at lunch, not wanting to be at school when you didn’t have to. As you opened up the door you heard someone yelling. “Wait! Hold the door please!” you turned and held open the school door for the person.

You felt your heartbeat go faster as you heard loud footsteps behind you, you turned to see the guy from next door, carrying boxes in. “Thanks!” He gave you a small smile behind the boxes. You had noticed he was wearing a metallica shirt today instead of his usual club shirt with his leather jacket and denim vest on top. ‘He’s the most beautiful man I've ever met!’ You thought to yourself as you looked into his deep brown eyes.

“It’s no problem!” you smiled back. “Do you need help with those?” you asked, eddie nodded at your question and let you grab the box on top. You both walked to his clubroom in silence. “You can just set that down with this one! Thanks for your help again.” he smiled at you. “No problem!” You smiled and walked away from him. Once you turned the corner you let out a sigh you had been holding, the butterflies were fluttering all around as you thought about your latest encounter with the guy next door.

“El chico del apartamento 512. Es él quien me hace tartamuda y más”

The boy from apartment 512. Who causes me to stutter and more.

You sighed as you watched another girl enter the store with her boyfriend to look for a movie to watch together. You went back to watching whatever robin had put on the store’s tv.

“How may I help you today?” you asked the customer, your heart rate going up at you looked up and saw the familiar face of the cute guy next door.

“I’d like to rent this!” he told you as he placed down nightmare on elm street. You smiled and nodded as you picked the vhs and walked to the computer on the side of the countertop “I um, need your uh, name..” you trailed off as you got ready to type it in. “It’s Eddie, Eddie munson!” you smiled wider as you typed his name into the system.

“Alright, you’re all set to go!” he smiled as you handed him the vhs back. “Thanks..y/n!” you felt the butterflies start fluttering as he said your name. He grabbed the vhs and walked out of the family video store. Keith had never witnessed you flustered. He sure wasn’t gonna let you live it down either. A huge part of you wanted to keep talking to Eddie but you had no clue about what.

You smiled as you swayed along to the beat of the song. You had noticed out of the corner of your eye, Eddie was leaning against a member of his band and watched you dance on the stage as you sang.

“Es a quien le hago cartas noche y día, Que no puedo entregar. El chico del apartamento 512”

It’s whom I write letters to, day and night. That I can not deliver. The guy from apartment 512.

You shrugged off the winter coat you had on as you entered your bedroom. You walked over to your desk and sighed at the pile of letters you had written about your love for Eddie, you wanted to deliver but never had the guts to do so. You sat down on your chair and pulled out more paper and got started writing another letter.

“What are these?” Max asked as she entered your small room, pointing to the pile of letters on your desk. “Those are nothing!” you jumped in front of the pile and laid on top of them. “Y/n.” you sighed at her. “Fine, there letters to a guy I happen to like..” you explained to her.

“Why are they still here then?” you avoided her gaze. “Because I've never actually given him any of them!” you quickly said. “THERE ABOUT EDDIE!” Max yelled as she stared at the unfolded letter you had on your desk. “MAX!” you quickly ripped the paper oof the desk and held it to your chest. “You like eddie? The freak next door eddie?” you nodded slowly at her question, slowly sinking to the floor. “Why don’t you give him a letter? I’m sure he’s not a ladies man like Steve or Billy was.” she asked, sitting next to you on the floor.

“I don’t know?! I’m scared of him rejecting me I guess..” you looked over at the girl. “So what if he rejects you!?” she looked at you with wide eyes. “If he does reject me, i have to see him next door, you know how embarrassing that would be going outdoors and seeing the weirdo girl who had a crush on you!” you ranted to her.

Max sighs at you. “You never know y/n, maybe he feels the same way. What would you do if another pretty girl came rolling up here to hit on Eddie and he agreed to date her? Would you live with your what ifs?” you thought about it for a minute before shooting up. “Max, your a genius!” you smiled and pulled out a notebook from under your bed. And got to writing.

“She’s pretty good!” Gareth told Eddie in his ear as they all watched you perform. Along with steve. “She’s great!” Eddie's eyes flickered towards steve and eyed him, he who he was suspecting the song was about.

“Pero hoy por fin me he decidido de confersarle todo mi amour”

But today I have finally decided to confess all my love.

You had mentally prepared yourself to talk to Eddie whenever you would see him again. Fate was unkind to you and it had been about a week since you promised to yourself next time you would see him you would confess your love.

You decided it was time to take your fate into your own palms and go up to his door. You let out a deep breath as you walked up the steps to his trailer, you took in a deep breath as you knocked onto the screen door. You felt your body gain goosebumps as you knocked.

“Una güera contesta la puerta, Y mi corazón se quiebra”

A blonde answers the door, and my heart breaks.

You prepared to say the whole letter you had written that day just to confess to him. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, drop as a strawberry blonde girl opened the door, you recognized the girl to be Chrissy Cunningham, the “queen of hawkins high” you sighed as she smiled at you.

“De veras que sentí mi corazón quebrandose, Cuando de repente ella preguntó...¿Buscabas a mi hermano?”

I really felt my heart breaking, when suddenly she asked…”Were you looking for my brother?

“Are you looking for eddie? He’s at the town’s festival, practicing for tonight! I work for the band, I'm their runner!” she told you, holding up a box of eddie’s extra guitar picks. You smiled at her. “Are you eddie’s girlfriend?” she made a face of disgust. “Oh god no, He’s like a brother to me!” she explained. “Are you going to the festival tonight?” she asked, as she walked out of the trailer and towards her car.

“Yeah, i’m gonna perform a song I wrote!” she smiled wider at your words. “You better get to the practice rehearsal! Need a ride?” you smiled back at her and shook your head.

“No, thank you though!” you smiled at the girl, butterflies in your stomach started fluttering again at the realization you still had a chance with the song you wrote.

“El chico del apartamento 512!”

The guy from apartment 512

You smiled widely and continued to sing. Off the stage you hadn’t noticed Steve's wide grin as he overheard Eddie's friend's conversation. “Isn’t she Eddie's neighbor too?” Eddie was entranced by you; he didn't pay attention to his friends talking.

Once the song was finished, everyone clapped for your performance. “Thank you!” You waved to Nancy and the others in the crowd. You smiled and walked off the stage, where you were greeted by a wide grinning steve. “What?” you asked him, taking the water bottle from his hands. “It’s about Eddie isn’t it?” your eyes widened as Steve nudged you. “Shut up! Maybe…” you smirked at him.

“Talk to him y/n!” he nudged you over to eddie, where you stumbled into him. “I’m so sorry! My friend just pushed me!” you apologized to eddie, who stared at you in awe. “Steve is your friend?” you nodded at his question. “Well that makes me feel dumb..” he muttered to himself. You tilted your head.

“I thought you and him were a thing and the song was about him. If you don’t mind me asking, who is it about then?” You sucked in a breath at his question. “The song is actually about you, eddie. I wrote the song about my feelings for you..” he stayed silent for a minute before looking at you shocked.

“It’s about me! You like me?!” he smiled at you, you smiled back and nodded. “Would you like to go on a date with me, sometime then?” you smiled wider at his question. “I’d love too, I live next door to you if you need my address to pick me up!” he smiled at your words.

You and Eddie spent most of the festival together, eating the unhealthy fried stuff and watching other people/bands perform. Overall you had a great night.

“Um, goodnight y/n.” Eddie told you as he walked you back to your trailer. “Night guy from trailer 512!” you both chuckled and went into your separate trailer’s excited for the upcoming date you both had planned at the festival.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

SMOOTH OPERATOR- TOM K.

Tom Kaulitz x chola!reader

in which you and a group of friends walk into a convince store in LA only for you to end up crushing on the German boy buying beer and candy.

Nattie speaks: I came up with this while listening to music hehehehe. I was also torn between braids or dreads but ultimately I chose braids🤞

TOM SHUFFLED ACROSS the aisle of the gas station, eyes wandering across the variety of candy and occasionally glancing down at the crumpled up paper in his hand, scribbles of what everyone wanted hardly readable. He wasn’t familiar of the area, only being in LA for a few days for the tour but he was still sent off to find all the necessity’s to survive in the hotel a little longer. His black glasses were shoved up onto his hat, braids swinging down his back with each step while also pulling his baggy pants up. His hands were full of chips, candy, cookies, now his vision was directed towards the back freezers were the beer was stored.

Off in the distance he could hear a faint buzz, a booming sound of music being heard from a mile away and it only got closer. The lyrics of a Tupac song echoed into the store, a mixture of boys and girls stumbling in loudly. The one holding stereo grinned innocently, lowering down the music as the clerk behind the counter glared at him. Two girls trailed in after, you and your best friend, Alejandra, pinkies interlocked as you whispered about some teen pregnancy that happened downtown.

“Hurry up, or I ain’t getting you nothin’.” Your brother, Manuel, demanded, heading towards the food. His hair was slicked back, far too much gel layed on his dark locks to stick it in place.

The two of you headed down to the back, immediately searching for the cold drinks, you sharp eyes looked around the glass doors of different beverages. You gasped suddenly, wrapping your fingers around the metal handle of the door and pulling it open. A fresh breeze blew onto your body, contrasting against the hot sun that beamed brightly just outside. “Damn, Jandra!” Your friend jogged by you with curious eyes. “They released a sandía version of the Arizona Teas!” A big grin filled your face, grabbing the red tin can.

“Shiit.” Alejandra smiled, “Alright, you get the sandía and I get the mango, just so we got options.” You nodded, closing the door as someone walked behind you. You looked over your shoulder instinctively, catching sight of a tall boy, adorned in baggy clothing, a bandana wrapped along his hairline and long cornrows.

Tom had also taken notice of you the moment you stepped into the store, he turned to catch a better look but was met with your own eyes. For a moment, time slowed, both of gazed kept on each other, waiting for the other to look away. In the end, his eyes were lost behind a shelf, but you could see the way his lips quirked up into a smirk before he walked into the chip aisle.

You nudged Alejandra, removing her attention from the kids juice box section. You subtly nodded over to the boy who stood a few feet away, grabbing a bag of salty snacks. “He’s cute.” You whispered, Alejandra nodded in agreement smiling over at you knowingly. “Should ask I for his number?”

“Do it.” The girl giggled, revealing her pearly teeth that were caged behind a pair of braces. But, before you could walk over he began to make his way to the front, breezing past your brother and his group of friends who were going ham on the condiments. You huffed, walking by your brother to get a better look at him but still keeping it nonchalant. Your hands were inching towards a bag of Hot Cheetos, you brother loudly chewed on his hotdog, you stared over at him with a disgusted face. Alejandra opened up a bag of hot Cheetos, filling it up with cheese from the nacho section. You joined her, doing the same till your ear picked up a brewing commotion.

“In the United States you need to be 21 to buy beer.” The old clerk lectured, angrily glaring at the boy in front of him, a ID slipped on the counter that showed all of the mysterious cute boys information.

“But I am 19,” He pointed at the date of birth stated on the card, “that’s legal everywhere else, just let me have them.” The boy argued back, a thick accent in the back of his throat while he flailed his arms angrily.

“But we’re not anywhere else, we’re in the United States, it’s the law, kid.” The braid-haired boy groaned, taking back his ID and leaving behind the pack of beers, cursing under his breath in german. At that point the commotion had caught the attention of all the group. You stared as he stomped out the store, bag full of other snacks in his hands. Your brother and his friends snickered amongst eachother, you shoved his shoulder with a stern look.

“Yo, do him a solid and get them.” You muttered, your brother stared down at you, expression laid back and careless like usual, but he raised a brow.

“You gon’ pay for it o que?” (Or what) He questioned, “Cuz, I’m already payin’ for whatever you and Jandra got there, I ain’t spending my money on nothin’ more.”

You rolled your eyes, stuffing your hands into your pocket and pulling out the last bit of cash you had on you, placing it in his open palm. He smirked smugly, walking to get a pack before making his way upfront, the things got paid for, the cashier asking the same questions of did you find everything okay? as always, though his miserable tone was pitiful. As soon as you and the group stepped out the store, your brothers friend cranked up the volume on the stereo again, the song blasting from the speaker. From a distance you could see the same boy, leaned up against the ice machine, his snacks still in hand while the other held a cigarette between his fingers. His dark glasses protecting his eyes from the lowering sun.

Alejandra smiled at you, passing the pack of cold beers before cheering you on silently. You looked back at her before jogging over to the tall boy. “Yo, got these for you.” For a moment he just stared at you confusingly, cigarette burning down as the seconds ticked by. “I saw what happened in there, but don’t worry, we always got each others backs here in LA.”

You’d begun to think that maybe he didn’t understand you, he did have a thick, foreign accent while speaking earlier which made you assume that he may have a limited English vocabulary. You weren’t sure, but it made you nervous and awkwardly shuffle from side to side. But finally, he dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his shoes and lifting his sunglasses from his enchanting irises. He grabbed the pack, a smirk on forming on his pierced lips. “Thank you, beautiful, what’s your name?”

You liked his confidence, the nickname immediately making your smile and lean your head to the side flirtatiously. “Y/n, and you?”

“Tom.” He replied swiftly, eyes examining your body. The tight white tank top that hugged your skin, the baggy Dickies that belong to your brother hung low on your waist being kept up by a black belt, your ears gleaming with large silver hoops. You had a few tattoos scattered across the exposed skin he could see, your eyebrows were thinly drawn on, lips lined with a dark shade of brown. He liked you, adored your style. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “You fine as hell too, that’s why I wanted to ask for your number.”

“Yeah?” Tom lowly questioned, his shit-eating smirk only getting bigger. “Well you’ve got it, gorgeous.” He set down the beers, reaching for his phone in his deep pockets. You exchanged numbers, conversing a little longer, pulling all the flirty comments you could think of. You got him to chuckle a few times before he revealed that he was in town with his band.

“I like your glasses.” You hands reached forward, grabbing them from his head and placing them on your face. “Damn, these nice as fuck.”

He chuckled softly, staring at you. “Keep them.” You looked over at him, lowering the glasses to make sure that he meant it and wasn’t playing with you. “Gives me a reason to see your pretty face again.”

“Damn.” You stared at him happily before a loud horn blasted from behind you, you rolled your eyes, glancing back to see your brother looking back at you from red the low-rider car seat. “I gotta go, but call me guapo.” You smirked, waving your hand before walking towards the car. Alejandra smirked as she saw your happy express when you hopped in the open-roofed car. Tom eyes never left you as the car pulled away from the gas station and sped down the road, the whole vehicle vibrating as a rap song shrieked out the speakers.

“Who was that vato you were talkin’ to?” Manuel questioned, looking back at you from the rear-view mirror with a raised brow.

“None of ya’ business, mitotero.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, head turning to stare out into the road, the harsh wind whipping through your hair. Alejandra smirked, leaning in closer to your ear.

“So, did you get it?” Your friend watched as your lips twitched, teeth coming out to bite back the grin that threatened to show. She giggled, shaking your body lightly. “Ohh, girl, you got that look of looove.”

“He fine as hell but love is a little much.” You replied, looking over at her with a mischievous smile. “He gave him his glasses, though.” You pull them from your head and passed them to her as she gawked at them.

“A la madre, this is some of that nice shit.” She examined it closely, staring at the Ray-ban logo printed on the side. Just then you felt a buzz on your thigh, you looked down at the phone as it lit up with a notification, an unknown number texted you. Immediately you opened it and smiled, Tom had texted you, a flirty greeting topped with a winky face. “I assume it your man textin’?”

“Cállate.” You turn your phone off, stuffing it in the side pocket of your pants. The text was only the first of many, Tom taking more interest in you the longer you talked, it wasn’t long till he’d taken you to his hotel room.

“Shit, fool.” You mumbled, tightening the belt around your waist as Tom chuckled, being the only audience member of your fashion show, aka you trying on his stupidly baggy clothes. “How so you wear this stuff everyday.”

He shrugged, throwing his hands up slightly. “I am a big man, I need big clothes.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, turning towards the mirror and staring at the huge shirt that looked more like a dress. “Should I wear this to the carne asada?”

“I think you should wear nothing, you’re sexier that way.” The Kaulitz boy smirked, doing that thing where he fiddled with the black piercing on his lip. You rolled your eyes and walked back into the closet, ignoring his comments as you dug through more of his clothes. In a few hours you and Tom would have to arrive at your tíos carne asada, Tom being requested to join by non other then your mother.

Tom was already dressed and splayed out on the seat, just watching as you struggled to find something, which why you ended digging through his clothes. It took an half hour before you came out satisfied, grinning widely as you put on your silver hoops.

The real problem came the moment you stepped in the backyard, your tíos home full of guest that you knew and some you didn’t. Either way a handful of them came up to with same comments how old you looked and how big you’ve gotten. Manuel came up with his little gang that constantly followed him around, it took him the longest to get sue to Tom. Though, it wasn’t long before your brother and Tom became friends.

“Wassup, ese.” Manuel he held a corona beer in his hand, using his free one to grab clap against Tom’s and bring him in for a swift chest bump. Then you ran into your mother, her expression going from a stern glare to a huge smile. Everything had went smooth so far, you were happy to be there, until a familiar voice squealed from behind you.

“Tomas! Mi Niño, mira que guapo té vez!” Your mother chanted, bringing him into a tight hug and planting her calloused hands on his cheek, he smiled shyly at her affection. The boy had grown to be a favorite, his charisma and cute looks making him popular with the tías.

“Mama, he just got here from Germany a couple days ago, está cansado, we just gonna sit and chill.” You attempted to reason with the woman, staring at your boyfriend apologetically. But you’d only made the situation worse, she gasped dramatically, looking back at the boy and ushering him to a table. She’s explained everything to all of the tías, which lead to him being taken care of for most of the night. He was constantly being checked up on, being handed plates of food, being talked to about the latest scandal of the neighborhood, it left you sitting with Alejandra, on the other side of the backyard.

“Que tienes, amiga?” The dark haired girl questioned, staring at your frowning face and squinted eyes. She could practically feel the heat of annoyance radiating of you.

“They took my fucking man!”

heheheheh, this just a short little thang I decided to write bc why not,🤷‍♀️y’all already know that Tom would have the aunties in a CHOKEHOLD!! I also had to rewrite the last half of this bc I forgot to save it so sorry if any parts of it seem rushed or short!

[dumfanting]

Tangles

AO3 Link

Rating: E, explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Oral sex (m/f receiving), cum eating, PiV, fingering, love bites, light choking, being overheard

Another idea that hit me like a brick to the face. Enjoy!

F! Reader/ Hunter

You take a shower with Hunter. Y’know, to save water.

Words: 1753

Cid is ‘gracious’ enough to let you and the guys stay in a few rooms over the bar, and it’s not that you’re ungrateful, far from it, but some aspects of living here get on your nerves. Today, it’s the absurdly small water heater. With everyone else having stayed downstairs, you thought you could run upstairs and have a shower before anyone else in an effort to get a turn with the hot water.

However, when you get near the refresher, you hear the shower running already, and groan to yourself. It’s then that you realize you’d lost track of Hunter downstairs. You could work with this.

Another annoying thing about your quarters was that the floors would creak horribly, so even without his enhanced hearing, Hunter knew you were there almost instantly. The door was ajar, just enough to let some of the steam out, and from the other side, he calls your name.

“Looks like we had the same idea,” you say, walking closer, but not entering the space just yet. Yeah, you’d seen each other naked before, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some privacy.

He laughed, then says “There’s not much time until the damn heater cuts out again, why don’t you just get in with me?”

You bit your lip, then push the refresher door open and walk inside, quickly shutting it behind you with no hesitation. You strip, then slip into the shower unit with him. Hunter smirks at you, then gently grabs your shoulders and swaps positions with you, letting you stand under the hot spray for a while. Making the most of it, you’re able to get your hair washed faster than usual.

As you do, you’re keenly aware of his eyes, roving up and down your form as you glide body soap around your breasts. You take a step forward, pressing yourself up against him, and you don’t need to feel his cock poking into your thigh to know that he wants you. You clasp your hands around his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss, and when he breaks away, he’s already breathing heavily.

You drag your fingertips along his spine, giggling when he groans. His hand slips between your thighs, but you firmly stop him, instead moving him back into his original place under the shower head. You then kneel before him, teasing him by rubbing up and down his strong thighs and avoiding his hard cock with another giggle. Without warning, you shift forward and suddenly take as much of him into your mouth as you can.

Hunter groans again, mumbling your name under his breath. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer, causing you to take more of him into your throat. You hum in satisfaction, the vibration making him curse. You begin to bob your head up and down, taking a little more of him with each pass.

You can tell he’s close by the way his thighs are twitching. You look up at him through your lashes, and you’re struck by how gorgeous this man is. His long hair, normally tied out of his face with a bandana, is loose and dripping with water. A few stray locks are stuck to his cheek, and others on his neck, and you so desperately want to run your fingers through it all. You redouble your efforts, moving your head faster and taking him even deeper, even managing to suppress your gag reflex.

“Fuck mesh’la, you feel so good,” Hunter says, screwing his eyes shut in concentration. You feel him shiver, and as he cums, you swallow around him, catching every drop effortlessly and humming as you do. He bends his neck back and stares up at the ceiling, the change in position freeing more of his hair as he does. With his chest taut and glistening with droplets of water you get a sudden urge to touch every inch of him that you can reach.

You sit back and release his cock with a soft pop, then carefully get back to your feet, being careful not to slip. When Hunter looks back at you, you can see how his blown pupils are blazing with lust, but it’s still mildly startling when he grips your shoulders tightly, pulling you even closer to him as he kisses you, not giving a damn about his own taste mixed with yours.

You sigh into him, holding a hand against his pounding heart and running your fingers through his hair with the other. You unexpectedly find a snag, and wind up accidentally tugging at him just enough to be noticeable. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear that Hunter had moaned when you did. You cautiously repeat the action and get the same result, but louder this time.

Hunter kisses you again, holding onto your ass with one hand and shutting the now cold water off with his other. He pulls away from you and carefully drags you by the hand out of the shower unit, and you eagerly allow it, following his lead. He slouches down and nips along your collarbone, hard enough to leave faint marks, and your legs tremble.

“Oh fuck, Hunter,” you whimper, dragging your nails down his back.

He growls your name. “Want you,” he says.

You manage to step away from him long enough to peek out into the hallway, and when you say “there’s nobody out there,” Hunter grabs your ass, and you obediently hop up as he lifts you off of the ground. You instinctively wrap your legs tight around his waist, hands clasped behind his neck again as he rushes down the hall and into the room you two share, still kissing you feverishly the entire time.

He absently kicks the door shut behind him, and lightly tosses you onto his bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking in protest. You scoot back, making room for him, but he stops you by gripping your ankles, pulling you back closer to him, then spreading your legs open and diving headfirst into your wet heat without pause.

His nose bumps your swollen clit as he pushes his tongue deep into your cunt, and you arch your back while cursing loudly. This goes on for about a minute, then Hunter flips you onto your side and crawls behind you. One hand grips your throat, just firm enough to hold you in place. Maker, the level of trust you have in him shocks you sometimes.

This thought is cut off when Hunters other hand snakes between your legs and he begins to work your clit from behind. You shiver, unconsciously grinding your ass backward against his still hard cock. You reach behind you and take a firm hold of it, steadily jerking him off in time with how he fingers you.

He hits that spot, the one nobody else has ever been able to, and when you gasp, he growls again and bites the side of your neck where it meets the shoulder, sucking a large, dark mark there.

The combined feeling of complete pleasure and a shock of pain sends you over the edge, and you cry out loudly as you come, soaking his fingers and the sheets below.

“That’s it mesh’la, cum for me like a good girl,” he whispers into your ear, making you whimper at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck.

The next thing you knew, you’d been flipped onto your back again, Hunter having thrown your legs over his shoulders and bending you into a perfect mating press as he effortlessly thrusts into you. He bottoms out quickly before pulling his hips back and snapping them back into yours with enough force to make the entire bed frame creak.

Panting heavily, he leans more of his weight down onto you while holding the backs of your knees roughly even with your head, folding you even further and pushing you closer to a second orgasm with each thrust. You moan out his name, and his head dips down into the other side of your neck, biting hard on that side too. Your hands fly up and tangle into his still-damp hair, and you tug on it again, eliciting another moan out of him.

He pulls away from your neck and kisses you deeply, his hair hanging into your face, flooding you with the smell of him. You move your hands from his head to his back, pulling his body even closer to yours. This makes the angle of his unfaltering hips hit you hard enough in just the right place, and you dig your nails into his back as you cum, crying out his name.

As soon as you do, with a final hard snap of his hips, his joints lock and you feel his cock twitch inside you as he fills you up.

Completely spent, Hunter's arms give out and he collapses on top of you, resting his head against your chest while he gasps for breath.

You slowly stretch your legs back out, eventually laying flat again, feeling completely boneless from the force of your orgasm.

Eventually, Hunter's breathing steadies, and he pulls out of you with a grunt, neither of you caring about the mess now leaking out of you. The two of you swap positions; your head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

The peace doesn’t last though, as the two of you are roughly yanked back into awareness when you hear Cid pounding on the door.

“Are you two quite finished? The whole damn bar could hear you! You’re lucky that Tiny wasn’t down there to hear it too!” She shouts.

You and Hunter both sit up, exchanging an awkward glance. You’d both been so focused on each other that you completely forgot about where you were and more importantly, who could have heard you. That’s a conversation neither of you were ready to have with Omega.

“Now put your damn pants on, I’ve got a job for you,” Cid says before walking away, the floors creaking loudly as she goes.

Hunter sighs and you lean over to softly kiss him. The kiss grows heated, and he pulls you into his lap. You giggle and push him backwards into the mattress, making the worn out springs shriek.

A split second later, you both feel a loud thump on the floor coming from downstairs, followed by a muffled “Are you kiddin’ me?” and can’t help but laugh.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Sorry if I’m bothering you or spamming your inbox btw 😭 I just like telling you stuff :3)

So like I just came back from a little Halloween reunion party with some old friends (it was relatively small, only about 20 or so people, but it was fun :3), and it got me thinking.

So I was wearing this dress, right? (And a few more things to make my outfit fit the Halloween theme) And Mia could not keep her hands off of me the entire time oml. 😭 (not that I minded, though 😏)

So this outfit was a whole process. I had to do my makeup (blood red lipstick, glittery eyeshadow, etc.), do my hair (and that’s a whole other process), and put on my outfit on top of all of that. (Strapless bra underneath. Made my titties look even bigger than they needed to be.)

The party itself was fun, I may have gotten a little naughty on the dance floor, but who cares? It’s a party!

Anyways, I was thinking what it would’ve been like if I had taken Itto with me to the party. (We’d probably have matching costumes) But even if we didn’t have matching costumes, I have a feeling he would’ve done the exact thing that Mia did.

She couldn’t keep her hands off of me for ten seconds. Whether it was when we were dancing, eating at the refreshment table, or just talking in a corner. Her hand was always either around my waist, or on my hips.

I’d imagine it would be 10 times worse with Itto with me 😭

You were getting ready to get to a Halloween party after work. Your boyfriend, Itto, was going to get dressed before he left his job and meet you over there.

Everything was almost done: You had the deepest red lipstick on that you could find. Your eye makeup was divine. Itto helped you as best he could with your hair this morning. Bless his little monster heart. He doesn't know what he's doing. But you enjoy the time he fusses over you. The strapless bra you wore did a real number on your tits. It made them look so good.

Finally, you were happy with everything and how it looked as it sat or hung on your body. The dress you wore was black. It had fabric around your natural waist that was cinched up so it hugged your curves. The sleeves were pulled off of your shoulders, showing off your clavicle and way too much cleavage. But it was a party. So you opted for less modesty than usual.

You got to the party first. As you greeted your friends you looked around for you boyfriend. He wasn't there yet, so you just wandered around. Hitting up the drink table and grabbing a little snack to avoid getting totally shitfaced before the party had even really begun.

There was an odd feeling that washed over you at one point. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. But you understood enough to know that you felt like you were being watched.

It was unclear yet if it was a threat or if you were just overreacting. You eventually polished off a few more drinks and went to the bathroom to touch up your lipstick.

You walked down the dark hallway. It wasn't this dark before, was it? Oh well. You pushed open the door and flipped on the light. As you stepped into the small room, some sort of movement caught your attention at the end of the hall.

"Hello? Is - hello? Ugh. I'm losing my fucking mind. It was probably a cat or something." You continued to reapply your dark red lipstick. There was a loud bang behind you. It nearly made you jump out of your skin. "HELLO?? You're not funny, I know someone is there."

You gathered up all of your courage, liquid and otherwise, and looked in the stalls for anyone who would be in there messing around with you.

"Famous last words." You put your lipstick away and took a few steps to the door to pull it open.

But before you had a chance to even grasp the doorknob, you were grabbed from behind. A pair of large hands; one went over your mouth, the other went around your soft waist, pulling you closer to their body.

Their voice was muffled. Almost like they had a bandana on or something obstructing their mouth while they talked. You could at least understand why they were saying to you.

Whoever it was, stuffed their face into your neck and took in a sharp, deep breath. "Mmmuhhhh, fuck yeah. You smell s'good. You look like my next meal. M'gonna eat you. C'mere, slut. You go around looking like this, it's gonna be hard for people to practice self-control. Get your ass in here, bunny. S'time to fuck."

It was a man. That much was clear. He was strong. Too strong for you to get away from him. Though that didn't stop you from trying. But it only made him laugh at your stupid little attempts to free yourself.

You tried biting his fingers but he had his hand cupped around your mouth so that wasn't an option. Fuck, he was strong.

He shoved you into the wall and held you there with his right hand while his left hand shut off the light.

"Now, you're going to do exactly what I fuckin' tell you to, ok bunny?" He said roughly against your bare shoulder. You could feel his hot breath wash over you.

"Look, j-j-just don't hurt me. Please. You want money? I have like $67 dollars in my purse. H-here just let me get it out for you. I'll count to 500 and you can just leave. I - I don't even know what you look like. Please - please, just, please. Please. You don't have to do this. I won't even call the cops! Huh? Good deal, huh?"

You begged and pleaded for this man to not hurt you. He didn't want your money. He didn't want your car.

He wanted your time. He wanted you.

The mask he had on covered anything distinguishing about his face and it was dark anyway. So even if you did look at him, you wouldn't be able to tell a single thing about his looks.

"Stay standing against the wall." He said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded.

"I can't fucking hear you. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes! Y-yes, I understand. I - I - whatever you w-want."

"Turn around. Put your back against the wall."

"I - I have a boyf---" you tried.

"I don't give a FUCK if you're married to the goddamn President. Fuckin' ... turn ... around."

In a shaky and quiet voice you agreed to do what he was asking of you. "O-ok. Just please, don't hur---"

"If I was going to fucking hurt you don't you think I'd have done it by now?" He demanded. "WELL?!"

"Y-y-y-YES! Ok, yes! Maybe. I don't know! What do you want from me!"

He began inching up your black dress. His hands started at your ankles and ran up your calves. Giving them a light squeeze, he let out a little moan.

"Fffuck. Such a sexy little slut, aren't you, bunny?"

"M-m-mhm. Yep, I-I-I am." Your voice was trembling.

His hands traveled higher up your legs. He pushed them apart and pulled the skirt of the dress over his head. Settling in on his knees, you could feel his lips ghosting over your inner thighs.

It made you shudder. And you hated yourself for this. For all of it. For being so stupid and coming to the party without your boyfriend. For starting to drink without him. For wearing lipstick that needed touching up. For apparently looking so sexy that this asshole couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Spread 'em." He said.

"N-no. Please ... don---". You tried again.

He sat up on his knees and buried his face in your cunt.

"Well ... well ... welllllll." He said as he traced the edges of where your thigh highs ended. "No panties tonight, huh? Who'd you do this for? You do this for me, bunny? Huh?"

You were short for words as you stood there. This man hiding under your skirt is scaring the shit out of you and turning you on like you've never been turned on in your life.

"Pl-please, this isn't ---"

"Shhh, shh, sh, bunny. Now, I'm going to touch you. And I think you're going to like it. I can clearly see you're already so wet for me. Such a good little slut. Mmm-hmm. You are. Are you ready?"

"N-n-no, no, no ... Not ... oh fuck."

He spread your lips and licked at your clit. It felt so fucking amazing. Your legs nearly bent at the contact. So good. So ... intimate?

"That's right, bunny. Spread those thighs for Daddy, if you don't want a spanking, yeah?"

You assumed a spanking wouldn't be your only punishment if you didn't do what he said. So you held yourself up against the wall and let him work his magic on your pussy.

He pulled at your skin with his fingers and licked at you with the flat of his tongue. His movements were so slow and deliberate that it drove you wild. Your entire body was on fire.

He moved his left hand up to your stomach, pushing up your bra and freeing your tits. He pinched and rubbed at your nipples, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed as he pushed a finger inside you.

He was right. You were wet. You were dripping down your thighs and onto his hands and face. The more he touched you, the more you wanted him to.

It was like he had some kind of power over you. Like you were his puppet and he was pulling all the strings.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your orgasm building up in your belly.

He knew it too. He pulled away and looked up at you from his spot on his knees.

"You wanna cum, bunny?"

"NO! P-PLEASE!"

He pushed another finger inside you and began to pump them in and out of your cunt.

"Cum for me, bunny. Cum all over my face. C'mon, bunny."

He sucked on your clit and you couldn't stop yourself. You came, hard.

You could feel yourself pulsing around his fingers as he continued to fuck you.

"Good girl, bunny." He said as he stood up. His voice was hoarse and low.

He pushed his mask up and kissed your face before he said anything more.

"Next time you should cum without my permission. Ok, 'bunny'?"

You knew that voice. You knew that tongue. You knew those hands.

"Itto?! Wha--? What are you doing here?"

He pulled off his mask and smiled. "I've been here the whole time, bunny. You didn't think I'd let you go to a party all by yourself, did you?"

"Wha -- But -- I don't ... I don't understand."

"Oh, I know. You're so fucking adorable when you're confused, baby. Let me explain. See, I was planning this for weeks. I wanted to do something fun for us. Something naughty. Something we'd both like. And this is it. I planned this whole thing out, even down to the costume. You like it?"

You looked at him. You hadn't gotten a real good look at him yet. But he was still dressed in all black, with a leather jacket and a mask. It was hot. You were still trying to wrap your head around it all.

"But how ... when ... holy shit."

Itto grinned. "That part was a surprise for me too. But you've always been good about reapplying your lipstick after you eat or drink a bit. I overheard you talking about it to your friend and followed you in here."

You blushed. "You're psychotic, Itto."

"Yes, bunny. I am. But I'm your psycho. Now, let's get going. We have a Halloween party to get back to."

"Ok, Itto. Whatever you say."

You fixed yourself up, and he held your hand as you walked back to the party.

[thesolarangel]

Camp Phantom Lake 1986

Pairing: Steve x Eddie

Alternative universe - everybody lives, nobody dies, Mutual pining, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Rated T

5718 words

Summary: It's the summer of 1986. Steve and Eddie are camp counselors at Camp Phantom Lake. They're flirting constantly, but neither of them make an actual move, until one horrific thunderstorm changes everything.

CHAPTER 1

Steve's POV

Dammit, Robin. Why did Steve let her convince him that working a summer job at Camp Phantom Lake would be any fun... Right now he's stuck in the Camp's kitchen, dealing with a massive pile of dishes in front of him. At least Eddie tagged along, said he could use the money… and having Eddie around was always fun, he really enjoyed hanging out with him. 

The only problem was: Steve was harboring a major crush on his friend for months now and spending 4 weeks at a romantic lake side with cozy campfires, chill summer evenings and staying in the same cabin with him.... could potentially make things... difficult for Steve. Just yesterday Eddie just casually got changed right in front of him. He's never going to recover from that, Steve thinks…

It was arrival day at Camp Phantom Lake, the counselors met up before the kids would arrive to discuss the itinerary for the day and see who would be sharing cabins. 

Nancy looked at her clipboard: "Since the camp isn't fully booked, the staff gets to share the cabins in pairs, so it'll be cabin 1: Jenny and Kate, cabin 2: Robin and myself and cabin 3: Steve and Eddie." (she listed a few more names). Steve peeked at Eddie who sat next to Robin across from him. Eddie caught his glance and grinned sheepishly. I don't like where this is going, Steve thought…

They finished their meeting and took their luggage to the cabins… Steve shouldered his duffel bag and started walking behind Eddie, noticing that the metalhead had also brought an acoustic guitar besides his other luggage… they arrived at their cabin and stepped inside. There were two bunk beds, a dresser on each side of the room and a desk. The two windows had old fashioned orange curtains. Nothing special, but it seemed tidy and comfortable. "This is not that terrible" Steve remarked. They unpacked and made their beds. Steve just finished putting his clothes into the dresser when he turned around and… Eddie stood there in just his shirt and gray checkered boxers, apparently mid changing into a different pair of pants… his boxers hung low on his hips and Steve noticed more tattoos on Eddie's thighs that had been hidden until now. HIS THIGHS. Eddie is a lanky guy, but he's nevertheless toned… 

"See something you like, Harrington?" Eddie asks with a shit eating grin across his face. "Just changing into something more comfortable here." Steve finally takes his eyes off his friend "Uh yeah sure, whatever. I'm gonna check if the kids are here yet." He bolts, leaving Eddie pantsless and surprised in the middle of the cabin. 

He sighs loudly and starts to wash the plates. After a few minutes of scrubbing and stacking dishes he hears the door open and Eddie steps in. "Hey Harrington, Nancy said I should check if you needed some help here..." Eddie asks. "Uh yeah, sure. Thanks, man." Steve says, suddenly feeling way lighter and smiling on the inside. The grip his heart had on this man, seriously! "Alright then, let's do this." Eddie walks up to the sink next to Steve. Then he takes his bandana from his back pocket, raises his arms and... ties his hair up in a messy ponytail. Steve freezes and stares, Eddie looks so different like this... He's never seen his friend with his hair up. It really suits him, Steve thinks. And his neck - the way his hair curls in his neck - "You still with me, Harrington?" Eddie moves in closer into Steve's personal space, looking a little worried and raises his eyebrows... Steve comes out of his trance and looks at Eddie. "Wha- huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." (Which is a total lie, he is not fine, he probably just had a brain circuit). Then he notices how close Eddie suddenly is. Eddie looks at him with his big, beautiful doe eyes and a few strands of his curly hair that have fallen out of his ponytail now frame his face very nicely... Then Eddie smirks. He must have noticed Steve is staring, shit, Steve clears his throat and abruptly turns away from his friend. "Right, um, let's get this done, I wanna get out of kitchen duty as soon as possible." and continues scrubbing plates. Eddie chuckles lightly.

CHAPTER 2

Steve's POV

Around 8pm they gather at the big fireplace near the lake and sit down around the campfire. It's a warm summer evening, the fire is crackling and everyone is busy preparing smores. Steve sits down beside Eddie and skeptically watches Dustin next to them piling way too much chocolate onto his cracker. He puts the marshmallow and another cracker on top of the chocolate, admiring his finished smore. It's a monstrosity. "You really shouldn't eat that much sugar, man." Steve remarks. "Yes, Mooom!" Dustin retorts, rolls his eyes and eats his smore. Eddie chuckles beside him, also making a smore and immediately stuffing it into his mouth. Steve: "Gross, dude." Eddie just shrugs. "See, Eddie gets me. Smores are the best!" Dustin states and laughs. They pass around drinks and Steve hands one to Eddie. "Thanks". Steve notices "Hey, um you have some chocolate on your cheek…" Eddie turns his head to Steve "Hm? Where?" He tries to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but misses. "Here, let me." Steve reaches for Eddie's right cheek, softly swiping his thumb across it and gathering the chocolate from it - and proceeds to lick the chocolate from his thumb while looking Eddie directly in the eyes. Eddie blushes furiously. Thank God, Satan or whoever is out there, Dustin didn't see that. "Thank you..." Eddie almost whispers. He can't believe he lost his cool right in front of Steve Harrington. While Steve just smiles at him. 

Evening turns into night and there is something eerie about the lake being so still, it almost feels unearthly. "Ghost story, ghost story!" some kid yells. "The legend of Phantom Lake!" says another. 

Eddie holds a flashlight to his face, like you do when you tell a scary story, and starts in a deep, mysterious voice: "It was a dark and cold night at Phantom Lake… no clouds in the sky and the full moon reflecting brightly on the shallow water of the lake..." The kids are completely captured, eyes on Eddie, watching him as he theatrically describes what happened with the young lady who vanished right at this lake near the woods… 

Eddie is a brilliant storyteller. Must be all his practice as a dungeon master, Steve thinks. Even he can't get these gremlins to sit still for a second, nevertheless listen to a story without interrupting. Eddie ends his story, whispering "...and sometimes on a night with a full moon, you can still hear her weeping softly…" The kids are absolutely impressed and so is Steve: "You're really great with these little rugrats, man. I wish I could make them sit so still sometimes. Gotta say, I'm a little jealous." Steve confesses. Eddie smiles at him: "Isn't that the best praise one can get by the most eligible babysitter Harrington himself!" he exclaims. Steve blushes a little "Yeah, well it's true." and looks at Eddie… the warm lights of the campfire dancing on his face, he looks so handsome, Steve feels his heart racing and he dares to take a glance at Eddie's mouth. "Steve…" Eddie whispers and Steve looks at him, Eddie's expression is soft and his dark brown eyes are gleaming… Steve wants nothing more than to kiss him right here and there… if they weren't sitting in the middle of almost forty children… he realizes, suddenly becoming very aware of his surroundings… he clears his throat. "Um, we should better get these kiddos to bed, it's almost midnight." Steve says, looking at his watch. Eddie seems disappointed for a brief moment, but gathers his usual cool back quickly. He stands up, claps his hands together and says loudly "Alright you little shits, off to your cabins now. And don't get any ideas about sneaking around or you'll be stuck with kitchen duty for a week!" The Hawkins gang just rolls their eyes at Eddie. "You don't make the rules!" Mike asserts. Eddie raises his hands to his head, sticks out his index finger on each hand to pretend they're horns and sticks his tongue out at the kids. Mike just groans, El and Dustin laugh and they start gathering their stuff. 

They put away folding chairs and blankets and retreat to their cabins. Everyone except for Steve… and Eddie, who sits back down close to the campfire, which is still smoldering a little. "Aren't you tired yourself, Munson?" asks Steve. "Nah, I'm fine, besides, somebody has to look after the fire and make sure it's completely out. Never been camping before, Harrington?" he raises an eyebrow at Steve. "No, not really…" he says and sits down beside Eddie. "What are you doing?" Eddie wonders. "I thought you might want some company, that's all" Steve answers. Eddie smiles at him. "Sure!" They sit at the glowing campfire for about another hour and talk about just everything that comes to their minds. Laughing, joking around and sharing stories from high school… Steve feels very relaxed, talking to Eddie is so easy and so much fun… 

CHAPTER 3

Eddie's POV 

After supervising some activities with the kids they all go swimming in the lake and it's gloriously refreshing on this hot day. Eddie is on his way to the lake, he just got changed into his red swimming trunks and spread a good amount of waterproof sun lotion all over his upper body so his tattoos won’t take any sun damage.

From a distance he sees El and Will on top of this giant float that's shaped like a big red dragon and Mike and Dustin shaking it, trying to get them to fall off, while Max and Lucas are fighting with pool noodles, all of them laughing and having a great time. 

As he’s walking up to the lake he notices Steve relaxing in an Adirondack chair facing the water, watching over the kids, like the observant babysitter that he is. He's wearing dark blue swimming trunks, a loose white t-shirt and black sunglasses. Eddie stands next to him, leaning down. Steve jumps a little, he probably hasn't seen him coming over, and takes his sunglasses off. "Munson!" 

"Hey there, King Steve, you look like you could use a break. How about a game of chicken fight? You and Robin, me and Nancy, what do you say?" Eddie says, smirking provocatively. "Sure, if you're up for the challenge!” Steve answers, taking off his sunglasses and his t-shirt and leaves them on the chair. Eddie peeks a look at the muscular body of Hawkins High's former swim captain. He looks like something out of a wet dream… lots of dark chest hair and toned abs. Eddie tears his eyes from Steve and quickly gets into the water. Steve is right behind him. It's a little cold, but once he's chest deep and swimming, he's adjusting to the temperature. The water is not that deep, when he stands, it goes about up to his waist. He swims over to Nancy and Robin and asks them if they’re in. They both agree and so the four of them get ready. 

“We will take you down, Munson! Team Stobin for the win!” Robin announces and points at them intensely, while already up on Steve’s shoulders. Steve just laughs and then gives Eddie a challenging look. Eddie just winks at him as he gets down so that Nancy can get onto his shoulders. She does and he stands up, holding onto her legs, keeping her steady. “Ooof!” She says as she balances herself out. “Alright, I’m ready!” 

Now they’re facing each other, prepared to fight. “Okay, so two out of three. Let’s go, round one!” Steve shouts. Nancy and Robin grab each other’s hands in an attempt to push the other over and back into the lake while Eddie and Steve try their hardest not to let them fall and get knocked off their feet in the process. 

Round one goes to “Team Stobin”, but in the second round Nancy really gets in there and knocks down Robin and Steve with a loud battle cry while Eddie cheers her on. “Stobin” crash into the water and come up again looking grumpy while declaring their revenge. Eddie is confident they can also win round 3, but then Steve looks at him, his big dark eyes watching him intensely and Eddie notices his flexed biceps and the way his chest is tensing… that he’s completely distracted and fails to notice when Nancy loses her balance in his shoulders – and they both plunge into the water… 

Eddie comes up again, gasping for air, seeing Steve and Robin cheering and exchanging high fives and Nancy next to him catching her breath. “Alright, alright, the victory is yours, King Steve and Lady Robin! But don’t think we won’t have a rematch tomorrow!” Eddie warns them. “Right, Nance?” Nancy looks at him, her eyes sparkling with determination “Can’t wait.” she says. 

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Next up on the schedule is the talent show, which will begin in a few hours. Eddie is on his way to the assembly hall where the counselors are currently building a small stage and setting up chairs for everyone. He steps inside and sees three people arguing loudly over at the makeshift backstage area. 

Mike and Lucas are trying to negotiate themselves to get out of having to perform something for the talent show. Steve is standing in front of them with both hands on his hips again, as he manages the annoyed teens in front of him. 

"Listen, I don't care if you think it's lame, Sinclair, everyone is participating, okay? So you and Wheeler just think of something, how hard can it be, you could just do another science experiment, like Dustin, for all I care!" Mike and Lucas both sigh very loudly and look frustrated, but they seem to have given up and Eddie hears them murmuring curses at Steve while they walk away. Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms. "You can boss me around like that anytime, Harrington." Eddie says with a shit eating grin. Steve turns around, noticing Eddie. He's blushing, but catches his cool again quickly and retorts: "Oh, you would like that too much, Munson, I'd be doing you a favor." and he WINKS at Eddie and walks away, leaving Eddie dumbfounded and with burning cheeks.  

Later on, Eddie, Steve and Dustin are in Dustin’s cabin standing around the desk while Dustin is explaining something. “...and then it should light up!” Dustin ends. “I don’t get it.” Steve says frowning. Dustin sighs. “Have you been out of school for so long that you can’t even wrap your head around fundamental rules of electricity, Steve?” He begins to disassemble his experiment to show them once more. "Jesus Christ, this kid has got to get his ego checked!" Steve murmurs to Eddie. "It's his tone, right?” Eddie agrees. Dustin sighs even louder and more dramatically. “Again, so I have this potato and I’m gonna attach some wires to it….”

The talent show begins at 7 pm. All the kids are having a great time. They are doing dance routines, playing instruments, lip syncing to pop songs and showing off their other special talents: Dustin executes a science experiment which has the other kids in a totally captive gaze and they cheer when the lightbulb attached to the potato suddenly illuminates. Dustin turns and grins at Steve and Eddie, looking very pleased with himself. Steve gives him a thumbs up. Will performs a magic trick which seems a little bit too perfect… Eddie suspects El is behind the curtain, helping Will out a little with her superpowers. Max excels at an advanced skateboard trick and everyone is clapping for her. Mike and Lucas appear on stage and awkwardly reenact a scene from Star Wars.

As a special bonus act Eddie gets on stage with his guitar and he and Dustin perform an acoustic version of a rock song and the kids seem to enjoy it a lot, singing along at the top of their lungs.

CHAPTER 4

Steve's POV 

After a refreshing early morning shower, Steve walks back from the camp showers to the cabin. As Steve comes into the cabin, Eddie is sitting at the desk writing or sketching something into a notepad. Probably working on this next DnD campaign, Steve thinks. "Morning…" Eddie looks up and turns around on his chair to greet him back: "Morning, Harrington!" and he puts one arm on the backrest. 

Steve stops in his tracks as he notices that Eddie is wearing a washed out gray Metallica crop top with cut off sleeves. For a moment he lets his eyes wander over Eddie's slowly fading demobat scars, the small patch of dark hair on his lower stomach and besides the scars, he discovers a few freckles around Eddie's belly button. 

"You're missing half your shirt there…" Steve observes, waving a hand in the direction of Eddie's stomach, which he can't seem to take his eyes off of. Eddie just grins. He gets up from the desk, walks a few steps up to Steve and leans forward. "So? What are you gonna do about it, big boy?" he says with a low voice as he gets all up in Steve's personal space. 

Steve's just about had enough with this. Eddie is so close, he smells good and Steve just wants to kiss him so badly. Ever since their first meeting at the lake house when Eddie pushed him against the wall and threatened him with the sharp end of a broken beer bottle. Back then, Steve had to admit to himself that he found that kinda hot. At this point, he's pretty sure Eddie is coming at him and he's not being pranked. So he decides to indulge Eddie's provocative behavior for once and go along with it. 

"I'm gonna kiss you, Munson, how does that sound?" Steve looks at Eddie's mouth and then back into his deep brown doe eyes. Eddie catches his gaze and answers "I would be disappointed if you didn't, Harrington." while sneakily sliding a hand onto Steve's chest and leaving it there.

Steve finally snaps and grabs Eddie’s waist with both hands and their mouths crash together. Eddie lets out a small noise of surprise at the force that Steve puts into the kiss, then he holds onto Steve's shoulders, turns them around and shoves him against the wall of their cabin. The desk rattles a little and a few pens roll onto the ground. 

Steve's hands slide upwards slowly onto Eddie's sides and his stomach. The lack of t-shirt and therefore sudden skin on skin contact makes Eddie gasp softly between the wet kisses they're exchanging. Then Eddie starts sucking and biting at Steve’s neck, which makes Steve’s knees go weak. Eddie goes in for another kiss. This time open mouthed and with tongue.

Steve caresses up and down his sides and his lower back while biting Eddie's lower lip a little. A low rumble forms in Eddie's throat and he tries to suppress a moan, unsuccessfully as it turns out, because Steve breaks their kiss and looks at him with dark eyes… checking in with Eddie if he wants to go further… giving him a chance to stop… 

Eddie understands the look Steve is giving him and answers by carefully but firmly grabbing Steve's right wrist and pinning his arm against the wall… All while looking deep into Steve's eyes and then going in for another fierce kiss. Steve feels really good being cornered by Eddie like this. Having him take control. And he sighs extensively as Eddie puts one leg between his. Eddie pushes his hips experimentally against Steve to create some friction and Steve moans. Eddie’s right hand is about to descend lower on Steve’s waist when – BAM!

With a loud bang, the cabin door swings open and crashes against the wall. They both flinch at the sound, breaking their kiss. Dustin marches into the cabin with a shocked face, yelling “Steeeeve! Max said you and Eddie are –” He stops and stares at them with wide eyes. Eddie still has his knee in Steve’s crotch and Steve has one hand inside Eddie’s waistband. They’re both flushed from making out and Steve has a bright red hickey on his neck. “MY EYES, MY EYES!!” Dustin shouts very high pitched and immediately covers his face with both hands. “Max was right, I can’t believe this!” Steve and Eddie move apart and Steve gathers himself for an explanation. 

“Dustin –” but Dustin interrupts him, taking his hands off his face and turning to Eddie: “Does this mean the end of Hellfire Club? Because if you ditch us for Steve, like Mike ditched us for El…” He looks desperate. Steve can't deal with Dustin’s demanding puppy dog eyes and Eddie also seems like he’s quickly trying to think of something to calm him down. “Of course not, Dustin! We still have a campaign to finish and Will has already prepared the next one with him as the DM, I can’t wait to see what Will The Wise comes up with!” Dustin relaxes noticeably. Steve is relieved and adds: “And maybe I’ll even join the next time, who knows.” 

Dustin and Eddie promptly stare at him. “YOU wanna play DnD??” Eddie asks, surprised. “I mean, why not, it seems easy, you just roll some dice and add or subtract points, right? How hard can it be?” Steve tells them while waving around his hands. Dustin snorts outraged and crosses his arms. Eddie puts one hand on Steve’s shoulder, looking amused and frustrated at the same time. “Steve, you have NO idea.” Steve just shrugs, putting one hand around Eddie’s waist. Dustin notices it and tenses a little again. 

Eddie looks at him: “Hey buddy, please don’t tell anyone, alright? We’ll tell them when we’re ready, okay?” He says. Dustin un-crosses his arms and answers: “Obviously. You can trust me. Though you might wanna stop flirting so obviously, if you don’t want people to know yet. You’re not doing a very good job. Max is onto you.” He points at them, looking very seriously. “Breakfast is in 5, so you might wanna cover that huge hickey beforehand, Steve!” he says while exiting the cabin.

CHAPTER 5

Eddie's POV 

The thunderstorm hit Camp Phantom Lake by surprise around 8 pm. It had been cloudy all day, but no signs of a storm this heavy. Nancy, Robin, Eddie, Steve and the other counselors went around the campsite, sending the kids to the assembly hall for shelter until the storm was over. Lightning flashed every few minutes and it was raining hard. Thunder was heard almost immediately afterwards, so the storm was pretty close already and the sky was completely dark with storm clouds. 

After gathering all the children, they were back in the hall. Nancy had her clipboard in hand and took attendance. “... Sinclair, Thompson, Wheeler, Williams,... I’m counting only 38. We’re missing someone.” she whispers to Eddie, Steve and Robin next to her, not wanting to alarm the kids, when – “Hey, where the hell is Dustin?” Mike calls out from the big flock of kids cowering in the middle of the assembly hall, all drenched by the rain and trembling a little. The Hawkins kids Will, Mike, El, Max and Lucas run up to the counselors. 

Nancy checks her index of camp attendees and says “Henderson is missing... Everyone else is accounted for.” She turns to look at the group of friends. “Do you guys remember when you last saw him?” They all look at each other, thinking. “I think I watched him dragging a cart with his radio equipment into the woods.” Max said. “Right! I remember him blabbing about Suzie and how he was gonna contact her later today!” Lucas added. “There’s this hill nearby, he said the reception might be better there…”

Eddie and Steve exchange concerned looks. “Alright, we better go look for him asap and get him to safety. This storm is really something else.” Steve says with a determined voice, hands on his hips like always, turning to Eddie. “You coming with me, Munson?” Eddie straightens his back and crosses his arms. “That you even have to ask…” he answers. Steve gives him a small crooked smile. 

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Lucas gives them rough directions on which way they can get to the hill while Eddie and Steve equip themselves with flashlights and a compass. And so they start their search. It’s gotten pretty dark out and the rain was still coming down heavily. They yell out for Dustin every few minutes 

After about an hour of searching in the dark and checking everything that could be a sign from Dustin, that he was maybe on his way back to the camp, Steve starts to get really agitated and worried. Eddie takes his hand, squeezes it assuringly. When he notices that Steve doesn’t pull his hand back, he just intertwines their fingers and keeps holding his hand...

“Hey… we’re gonna find him, okay? We will!” Eddie presses his hand again. He tries to catch Steve’s view. Steve finally looks at Eddie, his expression is still anxious, but he seems a bit less tense. “Yeah… thank you.” he murmurs. They walk hand in hand like this for a while. Despite the situation they’re in, Eddie can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach… He’s holding Steve’s hand! 

Steve calls out again: “DUSTIN!! Where are you, man?” Joining him, Eddie shouts: “HEEY DUSTIN!” and he could have sworn he heard something in the distance. “Did you hear that, too?” Eddie asks. “I think so, yeah.. coming from… somewhere north-west from here, right?” Steve replies, glancing down at the compass in his hand. “Let’s check it out! …DUUUSTIN!” Eddie hollers once more. They pick up their pace now, running into the direction, they hear the voice coming from…

A small figure takes shape in front of them as they get closer. Holding their flashlights onto that shape, they now recognize Dustin, cowering next to a huge boulder formation, similar to Skull Rock, but it didn’t give him enough shelter, he was still soaked, same as his equipment in his cart beside him. Dustin’s face lights up when he sees them. “GUYS! You found me!” He stands up and rushes towards Steve and Eddie, hugging both of them at the same time. “Jeez, you scared us big time, man…” Eddie exclaims, feeling very relieved and gives Dustin an extra squeeze before they break apart. 

“What exactly happened?” Steve wants to know as he pats Dustin’s head and dishevels his hair affectionately. Dustin exhales and begins explaining that he was talking to Suzie via his radio station when the storm surprised him. “So I started putting all my stuff back in the cart, but when I was on my way back I got disoriented, because I didn’t have a flashlight or compass with me.” he tells them. “Then I decided to stay here and wait out the storm…”

“You made the right call. Better than running around in this storm and getting even more lost.” Steve affirms. Dustin shrugs and looks at his cart. “All my equipment is probably ruined now…” he says with a sad face. “Time you finally get your girls’ phone number, don’t you think?” Eddie remarks, chuckling. “It’s not that simple, Eddie.” Dustin explains. “Her dad’s really religious and he doesn’t know we’re dating! Suzie is not allowed to date anyone. If we use the phone, her dad could trace the call back to me and she could really get in trouble.” He seems upset about this… He really likes this girl… so Eddie tries to cheer him up. He puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “Let’s get you back to camp and I’ll help you sort through your stuff and see what needs repair, okay? Maybe it’s not too bad and you can try to contact Suzie again soon.” Looking a little less desperate, Dustin smiles and agrees. “Okay, thanks, Eddie.” “It’s gonna be alright, Dustin.” Steve assures him. 

The three of them start walking back to camp, Steve pulling the cart and Eddie leading the way with Dustin beside him, who now has the compass and Steve’s flashlight in hand. Luckily, the thunderstorm turns into just rain at that point and they find their way back easily. An hour and a half later, the Hawkins gang is reunited again, pulling Dustin into a group hug. The counselors bring all the kids back to their cabins and then turn in for the night themselves.

Steve and Eddie head back to their cabin. Still a little distressed from the anxiety of searching for Dustin, not knowing when and how they would find him, they silently change out of their wet clothes and put on their pajamas. Eddie tries to dry off his long hair the best he can with a towel while Steve sits down on his own bed, his hair wet and disheveled, like he doesn’t have any energy left to care about it. 

Once done with his hair, Eddie sits down closely next to Steve, who still seems a bit anxious, elbows on his knees, head in his hands… Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he stares at the floor… He wants to say something soothing, to make his friend calm down. But his brain is so occupied with the stress from the search, the thunderstorm and the roaring butterflies in his stomach, that he – “I like you!” Eddie blurts out. His heart now violently beating in his chest. His eyes are still fixated on the floor… too scared to look up, too anxious he’ll be rejected. He breathes in slowly. Then he carefully lifts his head to glance over to Steve. 

Steve is already looking at Eddie with his dark gleaming eyes, smiling softly and Eddie feels a shift in the energy… The tension feels relieved and now there’s something else… Steve takes Eddie’s face in both hands, smiles softly at him and says “I like you, too, Eddie. Have for a long time now.” And he pulls Eddie into a heartfelt kiss and all the leftover pressure falls off of them both. Eddie feels like he’s floating.  

“How long?” Eddie whispers. “Pretty much since we officially met for the first time at the boat house… Went through a little bit of a bi panic back then, but I realized I had a serious crush on you.” Steve answers and blushes slightly. “Aww, I was your queer awakening? That is so sweet!” Eddie giggles and Steve gives him a shove in response. “Don’t let it get to your head.” He stops but there’s clearly something still on his mind… He looks at Eddie and asks: “So… we’re official?” Eddie smiles brightly at him and replies: “I’m all yours, Steve, you won’t get rid of me now, sweetheart!” 

And he puts his arms around Steve and kisses him again. They make out softly for a while and then lay down in Steve’s bed, so tired and exhausted from everything that happened today… Steve puts the blanket over them both and Eddie falls asleep while Steve strokes his hair and spoons him…  

CHAPTER 6 Epilogue

Eddie's POV 

It's their second to last day at camp and Eddie is currently at the outdoor arts & crafts area teaching the kids how to screenprint. They created the design themselves: a picture of the lake, some pine trees and the year 1986 beneath it, and now they're printing their own t-shirts. Right now it's Eleven's turn to print the blue t-shirt she picked out. "Okay and now pour some of the paint on it and spread it evenly, like this... There you go, good job, supergirl!" Eddie encourages her as she beams at him and holds her finished Camp Phantom Lake t-shirt up. She turns to her friends to show them the finished print. 

Eddie notices Steve walking over to them, he looks serious, Eddie can't quite read his expression. "Hey, can I talk to you, this'll only take a second... Um… Over here." Steve tells him. Eddie puts the printing tool down. "Sure, where are we going?" Eddie asks while they walk. Steve doesn't answer. He leads Eddie behind the next cabin, which is close to the woods and out of sight from the kids. Now Eddie really wants to know what's going on. 

He turns to around: "Steve, what's – Hhhmm!!" but Steve had already grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into a kiss, sliding one hand into Eddie's hair and placing the other gently on his lower back. Immediately Eddie's whole body seems to turn into butter. He throws his arms around his boyfriend and kisses him back enthusiastically. Steve’s a really great kisser. He kisses firmly and determined, he likes to nibble at Eddie's lower lip and then licks over it. Eddie loves it, he’s practically melting in his arms. 

After making out for a few minutes, they break apart slowly, gazing into each other's eyes, their faces flushed and lips dark pink… Eddie speaks first, his voice deep and soft: "That was a nice surprise, angel." Steve smiles at him and lays his head softly on the shoulder of his slightly taller boyfriend. "You looked so smart and hard working over there, I just wanted to kiss you…" Steve whispers into Eddie's collarbone. "Well, flattery works with me, sooo…" Eddie says, grinning, his head is still swimming from making out. “If you would have told me 2 years ago in high school, I would be dating Steve “The hair” Harrington, recurring prom king and Hawkins High's swim captain, I would’ve flipped you off and declared you insane.” Eddie states with a laugh. Steve gives him a big endearing smile, eyes soft and he counters: “I can’t believe I’ve fallen for this weird, handsome freak who listens to loud screaming music and plays a fantasy game!” Eddie grins back as he reaches up to lift Steve’s chin and then kisses him softly.