#now that he's reached the top he's certainly not going to overdo it

[nocturnalazure]

Author's note: Noah's experience with Golzines "barging in without warning" is mostly due to Sam (here and here). Maybe also Nathaniel.

[ventisehe]

trust and betrayal / genshin impact / gorou

best boi woof woof gets content because i love him. back when the gorou content is still scarce, i stumbled on this post where gorou used to be the lover of electro archon reader. i forgot who made the post but if you're reading this, please message if you want me to take down this post. i got inspired by your post i had to write. i am new to writing d/i/r/t/y stuff so please bear with me and my terrible writing.

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warning: unedited, not proofread, angst, and not/s/f/w

               The sun has begun its ascent, taking its rightful place in the morning skies, as the moon bid its farewell with one last withering light from a distance. The sun acknowledges your presence, cascading its warm rays upon your exposed form, prompting you to awake from your peaceful slumber. However, you dismiss its greeting with a quiet murmur of protest, opting to ignore the warmth and instead bury your face on the chest of the man lying down beside you.

      A chuckle blossoms in the silence of the bedroom, and a pair of lean arms capture you in an embrace. This disturbance, however, is welcomed, unlike the sunlight which still has its touch on your nude back. “I know you want to sleep in, my love,” A deep voice grumbles next to your ear, causing you to squirm. “But don’t you believe it’s time to wake up? Your work awaits you.” You can almost hear the amusement in his exhausted voice, and you did not have to incline your sight to meet his to see he is regarding you with a rather entertained expression. You can already imagine how the sunrays perfectly cast the caramel color of his hair and the tuft of white with light, and how his teal eyes appraise you in a heated gaze – you clenched your thighs at the mere thought.

                               The only response you can conjure in your state of fatigue is an inaudible noise of objection to his suggestion. Your fingers reach out and softly curls themselves on his tousled brown and white tresses. Another chuckle falls from his lips. You feel his hand stray to your own hair and tucks a lock behind your ear. “You must be very exhausted. You’re not usually like this.” He whispers. “Did I overdo it last night, dearest?” His voice is small and quiet, like the morning has yet to dawn upon the land of Eternity, and the dark skies littered with stars and moon still looms over.

                  A shiver weaves throughout your body as his fingers dances across your back, from the back of your neck to the dip of your back, and to the space just above your ass.

                              “I’m going to guess I’m right.”

  A squeal brushes past your lips when his digits took a bit of your soft flesh in their hold and pinches lightly. The fatigue that has once clouded your senses is dispelled at his ministration. Your hand abandons his strands and leaves a reprimanding slap on his chest, but your halfhearted action did not deter your lover. He laughs at the pout forming on your face, his tail moving left and right.

                          “Not funny, Gorou.” You chastise – although there is no venom lacing your inflection – with a mild frown.

            A broad and infectious beam is present and apparent on Gorou’s brims, and his laughter slowly came to a cease as he regains his bearings. “Sorry, sorry.” There is a lack of sincerity in his quipped apology. His arm comes to a rest around your waist and with a firm but controlled pull, your physique presses closer to him. His other arm curls around your head and brings your face closer to his own until you can see the imperfections of his features you have grown to adore. Your line of sight embarks in a journey to the softness and warmth in his eyes, to the pink hue dusting across his cheeks, to his lips which beckons you to relive the ecstasy of last night, and then lastly, to the marks and bruises marring his neck.

                                You lick your lips at the sight of them. You can vaguely recall straddling him in the previous evening, head spinning and mouth open in a moan as your hips and pussy worked wonders on his cock. You remember leaning over to his panting stature, breathing down on his neck, hearing him whimper in need as filth of your desires spewed to his ears, before sinking your teeth on his flesh. He cried out your name whenever your walls contract on his length, and his bound wrists above his head struggled against the restraints, desperate to touch you.

                A purr of satisfaction thrums against your chest as his fingers begin to toy with your tresses. The sensation is familiar and comforting, it almost brings you back to the brink of sleep until he spoke. “But it’s not like this is the first time I’ve touched your ass.”

            A stoic mask encapsulates your features, and Gorou takes pleasure in renouncing his fingers from playing with your hand in favor of taking your cheek between his fingers and tugging at it tenderly. You let out a mewl of objection to his antics, but it seems to garner the opposite reaction as he pulls your cheek a little harder the second you expressed your dislike to his innocent deed.

                                     “Gorou, stop,” You groan out as your eyes flutter to a close, but even with making known of your disapproval to his ministration, your body remains contentedly secure against his chest, doing nothing to support your statement. Early in the morning, late in the night, when the sun has risen, or the moon has reigned, you craved his attention – and he knew it too.

         You huff, and even then Gorou did not relent his pinching. “How would you like a taste of your own medicine?”

                                              A smirk appears on Gorou’s lips, and his tail, though wagging, settles in a more languid pace. “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

            An affirmation is all you need from him. Your hands leave their purchase on his bare chest to caress his ears, and slowly, you curl your digits behind them. The effect you laid on him is instantaneous. His ears twitches at your touch and his head is thrown back, an imperceptible moan of pleasure seeping through his parted lips. His eyes close at the sensation, and scarlet hue over his cheeks became richer in color. Oh, how you wanted to witness the helplessness that you are certain to cross his eyes, to be in awe of the power you hold over this man, but you dare not to disturb this time of tranquility and intimacy between the two of you. For now, you shall spare him from the mortification.

                            This time, it is your turn to showcase your smirk. His reactions never fail to amuse you. You proceed to put your fingers into motion, scratching his dog ears as leisurely. You watch as Gorou bit his lower lip, straining from the temptation to whine at your touch. He opens an eye to look at you, and as you have expected, the vulnerability you have longed to see graces his teal hues. “Stop it, [ Your Name ],” He moans, frustration leaking on his visage. “That’s unfair. You know how sensitive I am with my ears.”

                      “Then stop pinching my cheek.”

                                “How will you make me?”

                                                  Your jeering smirk broadens at his taunting response, but it looks a bit crooked by how he was still refusing to release your cheek. “Fine, be that way.”

                        Before he can question your remark, you have already made your move. Gorou gasps in astonishment as you position yourself on top of him, your breasts pressing firmly against his chest and your forearms confining his head in between. Blood rushes to Gorou’s cheeks as he gazes up at your form, contrasting the color of his skin. You stifle a laugh at his reaction.

                            A gratified smiled appears on your countenance as you cage Gorou beneath you. You catch his left ear twitch. Your triumph is short lived, however. With the playfulness Gorou is exhibiting, the recollections of your erotic endeavors last night dissolve. Your bareness has entirely fled your mind. But everything comes crashing back as his flaccid length brush delicately against your slit. You inhale at the sensation, and a pleasured grunt exudes a delectate grunt.

                    The feeling of your sexes meeting is fleeting but arousal has begun to form in your lower region. It seems you are not alone in your growing arousal for your lover, his slowly hardening cock and steadily accelerating tail testaments to your claim. If this has been a more lighthearted situation, you know Gorou would impishly scold his tail for betraying him. But Gorou knows when to speak, and when to keep his mouth shut, like the obedient boy he is.

 Wordlessly, Gorou keeps his sights on you, eyelids partly cover his hues. You return his gaze with the similar flicker of desire in your own. None to speak a word to the other, afraid even the slightest sound of the outdoors could break the sinful silence surrounding the two of you. The mischief and mirth that once hung in the atmosphere are vanquished, the yearning for the touch of the other taking their place, growing stronger the longer you stare into each other’s eyes.

                                 It catches you by surprise when Gorou moves, circling his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You bite your lip when you feel his muscles flexing in his careful motion, but all attention to them is immediately forgotten as he prods his pelvis against yours. You smother back the shudder that threatens to cascade down your spine, but all efforts are left for naught as a breathless gasp escapes your when he rubs his cock against your soaked pussy. You feel his tip beginning to swell as he continues to play with your nether lips. You swallow as his member travels up and down your slit, tracing your opening, before costively bringing his hips off the mattress.

                      You open your mouth to question his motives, however, nothing protrudes from you but a sharp and soft exhale. Gorou tightens his hold around you and you can see the effort he exerts to keep himself from throwing his head back further against the pillow behind his head. His cock grazes against your other hole. The precum sprouting at his tip smears at your puckered entrance, the warm liquid creating an uncomfortable stickiness between your rear end and his cock.

                                              An idea surfaces in your mind. As he carries on with his gentle actions, you take this opportunity to retaliate to his less than subtle light teasing.

                                    Does he think I still haven’t caught on with his ways by now?

         You push your ass down and up, sliding your puffy pussy lips against his large cock. His reaction is as you would have expected but witnessing it firsthand is always a pleasure to you. His eyes close tightly and his fingernails dig deep and firm on your supple flesh. You can feel shapes of a crescent moon imbedding on to your body.

                 “[ Your Name ],” Gorou breathes out your name, but nothing else follows. Nothing to indicate he dislikes your treatment, and thus, you carry on. You lift and lower your rear at his hard penis, humming as his essence creams your aching holes. You can so easily slide his cock inside you, take him in and grab the upper hand, have him at the mercy of your body. It almost feels natural to have him beneath you. As the Electro Archon, the almighty Raiden Shogun, you are accustomed to power, and being in a relationship does not alter such acclimation. But you deny yourself of the pleasure to do so.

                            Letting him in is a victory for him, and this is intended to be punishment for his misbehavior.

       A forced chuckle breezes pass Gorou’s lips. “This was your plan, huh? Turn me to repeat what happened last night?” He sucks in a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m open to the idea. I’ll be more than happy to oblige for my beautiful Archon.”

                         Redness tints your cheeks at his words. You still yourself on top of him and purse your lips.  “That isn’t my intention – ah –  ”

                                         His pelvis thrusts forward before you can finish your sentence. The head of his length slips inside your cunt for a split second, evoking a shocked gasp from you, and pulling out as quickly as he entered. The feeling of his cock poking inside of you still tingles in your hole, and it would be mortifying for you to admit that you wished he had fully sheathed himself inside of you and rail you with abandon.

           It takes you several seconds to gather your bearings at the stunt Gorou pulled. Said male grins wickedly at you, his canines showing and glinting in the soft sunrays. A scowl manifest on your brims. “You bastard,” You growl, glowering at his triumphant smile.

                       “Oh, of course.” Gorou quips. “You tease me, it’s fine. I tease you, I get sworn at.”

                                   You let out a noise of discontentment. “If you have any plans on fucking me today, do it already.”

  “Ah, right, you still have your duties to attend to.” Gorou lets out a laugh, but you can detect the hint of resentment in his tone.

                  You are familiar with Gorou’s feelings about your duties. Although he has not publicly proclaimed it, you have always suspected his disdain to your responsibilities. When you questioned him about this, he simply told you – with a small pout like a child denied of an object of his desire with arms folded over his chest – that your onuses are tearing you away from him. All he wants to do is lay down, forget the world beyond your bedroom, and drown in your presence. This had greatly bothered you for him, of all people, should know what he was getting into when he agreed to be your lover. But that notion was quickly dismissed upon further thought. Gorou never once tried to persuade you to run away from your responsibilities to be with him. He must have already understood that you have a duty you need to fulfill to your people, to your beloved Land of Eternity – but of course, that did not stop him from disliking your callings.

                                                   You can sympathize with him, however. With him being one of the Generals of the Shogunate, you too must constantly fight with yourself and stifle the temptation to use your authority to keep him stationed in your abode for him not to stray far from you.

                                 He breathes out. “But you’re the one who decided to get on top of me. If anything, you should be the one fucking me.”

                   Gorou raises a hand off your waist. You can feel his touch ghosting over your skin, traveling down on your lower back. Your throat tightens as his fingers finds your drenched opening. His touch is light, almost ghostly. You can feel his forefinger tracing your pussy with lazy strokes, but it’s not enough. You gulp – he is making a mess of your arousal, spreading your wetness in your inner thighs and ass.

          You choke back a moan. He is hardly touching you and you are responding to his touches like a whore desperate to be used and filled. Perhaps it is because you are.

                  You know Gorou is aware just how good he is making you feel. His cock has been throbbing in between your ass cheeks as his fingers rub circles on your clit. It is a miracle to you that he has not stuck his cock in yet when he could clearly do so. There is nothing stopping him from taking hold of your waist and ramming into you. It makes you wonder if you should applaud him for his strong self-restraint or curse at him for keeping you in this pathetic state, putty in his hands and trying to save face by trying your hardest not to grind against his manhood.

You opened your mouth to reprimand him, but his lips were upon you before any word can come out of you, and at the same time, his digits penetrated you easily.

            Your mouth opens to protest, but his lips seals over yours, cutting off any words that dare roll out of your tongue. At the same time, his digits pierces through your opening.

            ��                                   A noise vibrates in your vocal tract, but Gorou’s raring lips swallows your noises.

           Your vision becomes crossed at the abrupt intrusion in your pussy. Gorou, without tearing his lips away from you, inserts his long and thick fingers in your hole without any warning. Your body turns limp. He did not give you any time to adjust and he pumps his fingers in your cunt.

                                  He withdraws from you, and you stop yourself from letting out a whimper of discontent. “You’re shaking so much, darling.” As humiliating as it is, he is far from incorrect. His fingers drag in and out of you in a painfully slow pace. Each push reaches deep inside you and every pull has you yearning for more.

        “Faster, please.” You whisper, eyes boring into his mirthful ones. Oh, you did not like that gleam in his eyes.

                              “I’ll think about it.” Gorou replies with a tone that suggest he is going to do anything but surrender to your plea and carries on with his slow movement in your pussy, feigning ignorance to the glare you send his way.

                                      His motive is as clear as day. He wants you to beg or push yourself to meet with his thrusts. His speed never changes. It’s just the right pace to slowly push you to the brink of giving him what he wants.

  You seethe your teeth, and you quietly take his fingers. You have lost count of the times you took Gorou out on a stroll around your residence. With the two of you having your own responsibilities to the people of Inazuma, you can never find enough time to prepare for an extravagant date with delectable cuisines and a luxurious room. Not to mention, those sorts of dates aren’t exactly Gorou’s cup of tea. Walks and picnic dates in your garden are frequent, and your favorite among the small number of other dates you two do. In those walks, your hand always finds Gorou’s. It is in your nature to interlock your fingers with his at that point. You often compare the size of your hand to his own, so you know just how larger his hand is, and how longer his fingers are. But it never really sunk into you until he was using them to pleasure you. It is only at these times did you hate his fingers.

    He watches your expression crumble as he fingerfucks you. A smirk arises to his brims. You wish to wipe the conceited smirk off his face but all you can do is close your eyes and moan. A drool drips from the corner of your mouth, trickling down to your chin. You silently hope for him not to notice it, but alas, he did. He chuckles at the sight of it but does not say anything, which you are thankful for.

                         He leans forward until your faces are once again inches apart. You close your eyes, preparing to feel his lips flutter over yours. Warmth and wetness laps over the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool that escaped your mouth.

            Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s actions was thrown out of the window, and with a shaky breath, you placed your hands on his chest, pushed yourself up and rocked yourself into his fingers. With the unison of your movements, his fingers managed to reach even deeper in your cunt.

                 Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s teasing has dissolved. And a portion of self-respect went along with them. A trembling puff of air steadily streams out of your mouth, and a quiver running down your spine subsequently follows. Your hands make purchase over his chest, your fingers gliding up his collarbone – tracing the dips with thoughtful touches – and running down to take his nipples in your hold. You take silent note of how his breathing hitches.

                                  You play the nubs between your fingers. Pulling, twisting, and you listen to the moans he desperately tries to fight off. A frown adorns your countenance, displeased by his silence. You lean your head down to his chest, removing one hand from his nipple for a short moment, to swipe your locks to one side and take his neglected nipple in your wet cavern.

                     “[ Your Name ],” He stutters, but he is unable to make an end of his whisper as a moan of pleasure overrides your name. You give his hardened nub a quick suck, and watch his expression unfold right before your eyes. Your tongue runs over his nipple. His face has always been beautiful, but it is when he’s a whimpering mess with scarlet painted over his face that makes him look ethereal.

         Your tongue creates a circular motion around his nipple, and you pull away from him. His fingers have long lost their rhythm inside you, too enraptured by your ministrations on him. He attempts to glare at you, but it has done nothing to make you regret your actions. In all truthfulness, it is simply adorable how he tries to look tough as nails when he’s breathing heavily with red face, hair tousled, beads of sweat encompassing his frame, and his left nipple hard, sore, and wet from your saliva.

                                           “[ Your Name ].”

                        “Gorou,” You return with the same quietness.

              With a newfound confidence, you take his wet nipple in between your fingers, pinching it, before releasing the other one.

                                  His head lifts from the bed, a scowl carving on his brims. “Stop.” He orders.

     A mirthful smirk graces your face. Because you possess a streak of maliciousness behind the closed doors of your room, you respond, “I’ll think about it.”

              You brought your face closer to his right nipple, fully intending to do the same attention you’ve given to the other. However, Gorou is one step ahead of you. Your lips have barely grazed his digits penetrates deep inside your cunt, stunning you. A choke exudes out of your contracting throat. He did not let you adjust to the abrupt change, and he speeds up his pace, fucking you in a speed you cannot comprehend because your mind went into a haze, ridding you of your consciousness for a short second, as your hips went against you and have begun meeting his fucking by bouncing on his fingers.                        

You couldn’t see how his fingers are thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy, but you can only that they are nothing but a back-and-forth blur. You couldn’t keep your moans to yourself anymore and they come cascading down your drooling mouth.

                              “G-G-G – ah – Gor – ahhh – ou –” You try to say his name, but it comes in part. You recall saying

                                       A satisfied beam graced Gorou’s face as you let yourself get loud. You know your servants outside of your room can hear you, know exactly what is transpiring behind the doors they stood by. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

                You didn’t care if they were thinking inappropriately of you – of their beloved Archon. All that is important is the man underneath you, giving you a sort of service only he can offer.

                                 “So wet early in the morning.” Gorou mumbles. He curls his fingers deliciously inside of you, hitting an area he has always successfully reached with his fingers and with his cock. A broken scream tore from your throat and your head fell on his chest. Your breathing is erratic, intermingling with the lewd sounds Gorou’s fingers was making inside of you. He smiles down at you, chuckling at the mess he had made of you. “How cute. I suppose last night has not left you satisfied yet?”

                   “It’s your fault – oh fuck – ” You whisper, groaning when his finger come to a sudden halt, only to curl in such a manner that had you throwing your head back, and your back arching. Your tongue lolled out of your tongue like a dog would, and you knew Gorou took pleasure in seeing your lewd expression. With the countless of times you have provoked awoke his dog like characteristics,

                                   “My fault?” He hums.  “Tell me again how this is my fault?”

    You knew what he is doing. You are at the edge of delirium as you eagerly ride his fingers, hips going up and down as the tips of his digits brushed against your cervix. He knew you are rendered hopeless in conjuring any coherent response. All he wants is to see you struggling knowing he was the one making you act like this.

                    “Because you . . . you . . . ” Your velvety walls have begun contracting around his fingers. If that is not giving you away from your close climax, the way your shoulders shakes and hips stutter in their momentum, and how your moans altered to desperate whimpers of his name certainly did. Gorou, with his keen eyes takes notice of all these signs.

                                               And because he is a tease, Gorou immediately pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you in the wake of your ruined orgasm. You can feel the slickness dripping out of you stick to your inner thighs, as well as Gorou’s. Your teary eyes focused on the man below you, a glower fixating on your features. However, all Gorou did was smile a self-satisfied smile.

                        He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and you swallowed as you watched his tongue wrap around them, lapping up your essence like it had been so long since he has tasted you.

                  “You taste good.” The rich shade of red deepens on your cheeks at his remarks, and he can only laugh as you wrap your arms around him and place your head back to the crook of his neck, hiding your flushed face from the Geo Vision Wielder.

           “Shut up.” You whisper.

                                      “My, my, the Raiden Shogun, embarrassed because of a little tease?” He chuckles. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day. Except for me, I suppose.” His fingers, damp from his spit and your cum, descends upon your locks and treaded through them, combing them as though they were fine silk. “I get to see every part of you, and only me.”

                  You lift your head up and smiled down at him. “Does that make you feel special?”

             Gorou looks up in feigned thought, ear twitching. “Let me think. A smart and beautiful woman is in love with me, and she’s Archon of the great land of Inazuma. Yes, that does make me feel special.” A soft smile graces on his features, but it was soon replaced by a teasing smirk, the kind of smirk you’ve only seen on him when he has learned something valuable. “But you know what makes me feel powerful?”

                                            You didn’t think you could get any wetter. “What?”

                                Gorou plants a kiss on your cheek. “That [ Your Name ] [ Last Name ] spreads her legs for me whenever I ask her to.”

  You are suddenly reminded of your situation when you felt his hardened cock run up and down your slit, the head once again teasing your entrance in a way that makes your head spin. Pleasure is knocking on your doors, and you are desperate to answer.

                             “Just put it inside me,” You whine. “Please.”

                       “I can’t hear you, dear. You have to be a little louder.” Gorou hums. He takes his time playing at your clit,  tapping his cock against your hole and smearing his slickness on your own.

              “Oh, why you . . . ” You raised your head from his neck, glaring at him with lust in your eyes. “ . . . just fuck me already, Gorou, please – ”

                  You are rendered useless to continue your statement when you found yourself being flipped around, your right cheek pressing against the mattress, wrists bound behind your back by a string grip, Giroud’s chest against your back, and his length slowly easing inside your pretty hole.

  Your mouth opened in a silent moan, head thrown back as he stuffed you full of his large cock. You can hear Gorou trying to hold back his groans as entered you, the squelching sound louder than it was before. Both of you simultaneously moaned when his hips bucked forward, pelvis meetings yours. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out. He is balls deep inside you – so full of him – and the tip of his cock rests against a sensitive spot.

                            “So full.” You mumble. “Full, so . . . ”

              Gorou smirks down at you as he used his other than to wipe the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “Just the way you like it.”

     He began thrusting inside you. His pace started out slow, but soon, he was slamming into your cunt with abandon, hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. A series of “ah” spills out of your mouth as he fucked you.

                 He begins thrusting inside you. His pace starts slow and sure, and you feel every inch of his length stretching you out. But it did not take long until he is slamming into you with abandon, his hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. You secretly wonder if he sees your as his lover or a toy for him to release inside of. Either way, you’ll be happy to be both.

              You feel the veins of his cock dragging deliciously in your walls. Tears wells up in your eyes when the head of his length hit perfectly your most sensitive spot. Your vision crosses.

                                   The bed was creaking underneath your vigorous forms, the legs threatening to give way with how vigorous Gorou is using you. Your fingers digs into the fabric of the bed and tears pricks at the corner of your mouth as you helplessly moaned beneath Gorou’s grunting figure. Every time his cock pistons in you, your body shook and a mewl follows. You have been with Gorou for quite some time now and even until now, his girth still feels like the first time you laid with him.

           Your hole can barely accommodate his size, and it was by your sheer will – like always – to pleasure him that pushed you to take every inch of him. It didn’t matter if it was painful, it felt too good to stop. The pain came with unimaginable pleasure that only he can bring.

       A particularly hard thrust had you screaming and in the process, your walls clamped around his length. A throaty moan escaped Gorou’s lips at the sudden action and his hips stutters before coming to an abrupt halt. You whimper at the loss of movement.

              Gorou place his head, chin resting on your shoulder as he breathed in and out, trying to collect himself. He removes his hands from your hips and place them on either side of you, trapping you without any chance of escape. “Resorting to teasing me, huh?”

                        You shake your head lightly. “N-No, I wasn’t – ” You let out a soft cry when without warning, Gorou resumes pounding your sensitive pussy. Your eyes crosses again and your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You didn’t need a mirror to know you resembled like a panting dog, and you knew Gorou would love to see that kind of fucked out expression on you. But he was too focused on driving his cock as deep as he can inside you hole to make a comment about it.

                                                          You are pressed firmly against the mattress with no space for movement other than erratically grinding against Gorou’s, meeting his thrusts with fervor.

          With your face against the bed, you watch as Gorou propped his weight on his right arm, stifling a grunt as he tries to keep his balance and momentum. You feel his left arm slide down in front of you and to your crotch. His fingers found your clit and he wasted no time furiously rubbing the wet nub.                    With the added pleasure, you were thrown to euphoria. You feel his hot breath brushing against the back of your neck, and his scent was slowly filling your senses.

                  “How are you holding up?” You didn’t know how to answer his question. Your lips move but you cannot make out any coherent sentences other than your muttering of how good he felt. Each drag of his cock and each pump his hips made stole your breath and sanity away, leaving you anything but a shred of your divinity.

                     “Feel so good,” You whimper. Your walls accepted everything he was giving you, to his love and devotion for you, and the overwhelming pleasure he was serving you. No other man can make you feel as loved and as adored like Gorou did. So, you will gladly return the favor, being his hole to fuck and fill with his seed.

               “I-I’m – ”

          Gorou places a kiss to your neck, and buried himself on your warm skin, huffing. His tail swishes behind him, something you came to learn that he was as vulnerable and sensitive as you are despite his dominance. You can feel him twitching inside you, ready to explode. It seems he wasn’t too far from his release as well.

                                             “Just hold on a little longer, dear.”

                                  His pace did not falter, but you can feel his fangs grazing on your skin – a frequent sign that he does not have much long until he lets go. Wanting to be a good lover to him, you craned your neck to give him a larger space. He kissed a patch of your flesh as a sign of gratitude.

                     You close your eyes as you Gorou’s warm seed flood your insides along with the sensation of his fangs puncturing your neck. The pain comes swiftly but it dissipates just as quick as he pumps in you in a languid manner, trying to prolong the euphoria and stuffing you with his seed. The feeling of his load filling your insides forces you to climax. It’s a soft and quiet release, and you cuddle against Gorou as your cum spurts out of your pussy, dribbling down to your inner thighs and mixing with his overflowing cum.

            For a moment, there was just serenity between the two of you, your hushed breaths, and the lewd noises your union were making being the only thing heard in the room.

      After composing himself, Gorou gets off you with a grunt, and you muffle your pathetic whine against your mattress as his cock slowly drags out of you. He paused a bit when the head of his manhood slipped out of your pussy lips. After a moment of contemplations, he reenters you for a quick second, and proceeding to leave you empty completely. You look at his manhood from your periphery and your tongue darts out to lick your lips upon seeing it covered in your mixed essence.

                       A shiver runs down your spine as the cold breeze brushes against your wet nub. With the presence of the breeze, you grow more aware of the thick layer of your combined sweat all over your body. Your mind is brought back to how Gorou was pressed up against you just a few seconds ago, moaning and whispering your name hotly by your ear as he drives his cock in your pussy.

              Your train of thoughts are cut off when you feel the familiar pair of arms which had once caged you underneath him enclose around your figure and pulled you until your chest met Gorou’s. A soft smile is plastered on his face.

  The soft glow the sun cast on his face melted your heart, and you mirror his smile with one of your own. Your hands find his neck and tug him until he leans down to your height. You can hear a steady thumping sound behind Gorou, and you had to stop yourself from bursting to fits of laughter and instead pressed a kiss against Gorou’s.

               When you pull away, your smile broadens and your pride expands as you saw the redness tinting on Gorou’s cheeks went a deeper shade, and yet the stupidly gleeful smile on his face has yet to leave.

                       “I can’t believe we did it so early in the morning.” You titter.

      “This isn’t the first time we’ve done it. Don’t complain now.” Chastise Gorou in a manner that was playful, teasing.

                                      “I wasn’t complaining.” You argue.

            Gorou stifles a laugh as he glances at the closed doors across the room. He nods towards it. “Maybe your staff will.”

                                Your lips tingles at the sensation of his lips upon yours earlier. The feeling is gradually fleeting away. You place your middle and forefinger on his cheek and forced him to look at you. His squished face looked at you, puzzled by your actions but soon melts into your touch when you kiss him once more.

           You try to pull away, but Gorou caught your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you. He opens his eyes as he retracted from you but leaving only an inch of distance from your lips. You can see yourself in the warmth of his eyes.

                                                Your heart flutters. You can never get enough of how Gorou always made you feel.

                            “I want to stay like this for a little longer.” You murmur; eyes half lidded.

                  Gorou smiles. “Then let’s.”

                                 The two of you stays in the embrace, marveling in the presence of the other and the afterglow of your earlier events. The soft chirping of the birds and billowing winds creating a song through the leaves – they all sound distant as your ears focused on Gorou’s heartbeat. It is steady, calm – comforting.

                                                        “I hope we stay like this forever.” You hear Gorou mumble. You look at him, expecting to see that small yet gentle smile on his face but there is apprehension in his eyes. Your mistake was is questioning it.

        “Do not worry, my love.” You say as your hand found his and interlaced your hands together. “Once all Visions are in my hands, and remove all threats to eternity, we’ll have all the time in the world. We can stay like this longer.”

                        You lean in to share a kiss with him, and because of your love for him, you did not feel the reluctance of his reciprocation.

              Gorou exhales and reaches to run the back of his fingers on your cheek. “I’ll miss this.”

                               ***

           The day after the morning you had with Gorou is rather uneventful, yet prosperous. Your endeavor to eternity has been more than fruitful. Everyday a new Vision is seized from the hands of the ones the other Archon found favor on and embezzled on the statue. You grow closer to your goal day by day with the help of your subordinates.

  You can already see, the future you wish your nation to attain gradually falling in your palms.

              Soon. You think. I will succeed. For my people, and for Gorou.

                           You look up at the night sky and breath in the cold air. Of course, you know the consequences of what will happen when one is stripped off their Vision, but that is all but a small sacrifice for what you wish for Inazuma. Your people will hate you – they already do – but they will understand that what cruelty they see in your actions is for the sake of the greater good.

  Your gaze oversees the city from the top of your abode and slowly trails over to the statue which beheld features strikingly similar to your own. As it should. The marble statue is made to glorify you, and the glittering Visions a warning to anyone who dares defies your orders.

                     You look down at your hand and a ball of black and lightning manifests over your palm. “One day they’ll see what I’m doing, and they shall thank me for it.” You close your hands and the object disappears in a puff of spoke.

      A knock on the door disturbed your musings, and with a simple command to the interrupting individual, the door opened and closed swiftly.

                                        Without turning to meet the face of the person, you spoke. “What have you come to inform me this time, Sara?”

              “Your Excellency,” She acknowledges. “I’ve come with terrible news.”

                           With that said, you snap your head to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Speak.”

               Sara approaches you with quick and calculated steps. All you have ever seen on Sara’s face is her dedication to you and your vision for Inazuma. Rarely does she let a smile grace her lips. It was always solemnity and firmness gracing her face. But there is something odd in her expression. You just couldn’t quite understand it.

                                                Sara extends a hand towards you. Your sight falls to her open palm, only to find a familiar insignia in her hold. You picked it up with dainty fingers and examined the item. “The Sangonomiya . . . ” You mutter. With a quick work of your fingers, you toss the insignia up in the air and caught it in your hand quickly.

           “We found it stuck on the walls near the encampment along with a note that said to repeal the Vision Hunt Decree.” Answers Sara, frown deepening. “This is a declaration of war, your Excellency.”

                                                         You did not respond to her. You have anticipated this occurrence. You know at some point the people who oppose with your law would try to fight back. But you’ve prepared for such happening. You have calculated all possibilities that could lead to the overturning of eternity, and this is where the expertise of your lover comes to play.

                                     “Find Gorou and bring him here. I have to discuss this with him.” You look back down at the Sangonomiya insignia. “I trust he will give valuable advise as to how to approach this little setback.”

                          The oddity you had early seen on Sara’s face grew more apparent after your last statement. Uncertainty, that’s what it is.

                     “I’m afraid that is not possible.” Sara spouts.

          A frown formed on your face. “What do you mean?”

                                                              Conflict arises to her features, intermingling with the uncertainty but she composed herself and continues. “We found this in along with the Sangonomiya insignia.”

        Your heart dropped as Sara dug in her pocket to reveal a familiar looking collar. Your other hand reach for the object with trembling hands, but you do not have the courage to touch it. The collar is painfully familiar. You’ve never spent a day without admiring it around its owner’s neck. A simple yet delicately made collar meant as a sign of adoration, not possession. It’s why Gorou liked it. You can still remember the day you’ve given it to him and the smile on his face was something you would cherish for eternity.                

                                     “You mean . . . ” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You feel as though if you said it out loud, it would become real.

                        Sara nods stiffly. “We have that evidence to believe Gorou is part of the growing rebellion.”

               You close your eyes tightly. Your hands clench, the insignia in your hand digging into your skin. It hurt, but not as much as the betrayal of your lover.

                                           The moments you shared with him earlier soured, and the memories of him shattered, leaving you with an emptiness you knew he would leave.

                      You stare at the collar once more, the tightness in your chest worsening. He left his collar not as an act of betrayal to the Shogun, but to you, as a partner.

           “Your Excellency – ” Sara is cut off when your hand snatches the collar from her grasp. You can feel her eyes on you as your heated gaze burns on the item in your hand.

                                   It feels heavy despite the material being soft and light. With a cry of frustration, you throw the collar against the wall behind Sara. You don’t look back when the sharp and crisp crack of lightning erupting behind you as the collar met the polished walls reaches your ear.

                    “Fine.” You whisper to yourself. You venture out to you the wide terrace of your house and place your hands on the railings. The wind whips at your face harshly that you consider the possibility of the Anemo Archon mocking your pain. In a distance, you can hear a thunder rumble. The lights of the city were suddenly dull, leaving only the victories of your decree shining on your statue.

                                         “Gorou now is an enemy of the Raiden Shogun. Anyone who isn’t for me is against me.” You spit out. “Place a bounty over his head and stop at nothing to take down the rebellion.”

           You heard Sara state her compliance to your order and quickly flees the room to enact your wishes.

                    You did not let your eyes leave the Inazuma City. Everything you were doing are for your people, for the greater good of Inazuma. You’re not going to let Gorou take away the prosperous future you had in store for your nation simply because he wishes to keep his Vision.

                                                             ***

                                         You did not know why you found yourself entering your room. This is the last place you want to be in.

          You stand by the doorframe, unmoving. You scan the room with a look so solemnity and darkness. Every inch of it reeks of his scent, of the memories you shared with him. The laughter, the doting glances, the whispers in the night, the future the two of you constantly talk about, how he holds you when your dreadful thoughts looms over you – and it all ends in nothingness.

                         You take a step inside. The room is cold, too cold. It isn’t always like this. When Gorou in your room, it’s always warm, a complete contrast to the frigid coldness you emit.

  Your bed is neatly made, no trace of the events in the morning left. You did not know if you should rejoice or punish the servants who dare rid you of what possibly is the last salvation you have to becoming the ruler you did not want to be – a distant, and unfeeling Archon.

                You look at the wall opposite of your bed and your chest tightens. An empty display greets you.

                                    Gorou’s bow always rest upon the display when he comes home, to you. It is – was – a comfort to you, seeing his weapon mounted on the display. It reminded you that he’s home, that he’s with you.

                                  And now it stands empty, reminding you that he no longer finds home in you.

                                          You gaze at it, eyes losing their shine.

                              Traitor.

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hi angel 🥺 i’ve had some time to think of what i want to request and i’ve finally come up with something ;-;

do you think you could write something comforting (doesn’t have to be long!) where maxwell is caring for a reader who is a little tipsy or drunk? the reader is the kind of drunk who’s giggly and playful. and he’s super sweet and gentle with her. maybe they already have a pre-established relationship? maybe some slimy guy is hitting on her and he gets all protective and takes her home? and i’d neverrrrr object to smut either. but i’m leaving it up to you to write whatever you think works the best. i just miss reading soft and protective maxwell yanno ;-;

Overdoing It (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

W/C: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol obviously, sexual innuendo, Maxwell lifts reader so I know some ppl aren’t comfy with that

A/N: RACH MY LOVE I’m sorry this took so long but I’m glad I finally did it bc I love how it turned out! ALSO HAPPY WW84 DAY (July fourth) SO WHAT WONDERFUL TIMING!

You certainly had not intended to imbibe to the level you had tonight. The problem was Maxwell, really, although in the best possible way.

The man has a high tolerance; you, admittedly, have one considerably lower than his. You love seeing Maxwell when he’s tipsy. It’s rare that you get to see it and remember it. The times that he’s tipsy are the times where you’re next to vomiting.

But tonight was a celebration, and Maxwell spared no expense. You’d finally received a position in a job you’d dreamed of, one that caused the two of you to spend hours poring over applications and perfecting cover letters. It was a success for the both of you, you said, but Maxwell insisted that it was all you.

You’d said that takeout was just fine with you, so long as Maxwell was there, but he insisted that a bigger celebration was in order. You didn’t really mind; you love getting dressed up to go out. Max made a reservation at a nice place in downtown D.C. and kept the specific place a surprise from you until now.

As you walked inside, the gorgeous atmosphere made you lose your breath for a moment. Your eyes nearly watered as you looked at Maxwell, and he simply kissed your forehead. “You deserve it, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The words aren’t exactly rare from Maxwell, but they mean the world to you. Having someone tell you that they love you is one thing, but having someone say they’re proud of you is a completely different one. “I love you,” you grinned and followed him to your table, lacing your fingers through his.

Dinner was wonderful, unsurprisingly. Maxwell had scanned the menu the last time he came here, with business cohorts, and been certain you would like it. The delight on your face as you scanned the menu confirmed it, and Maxwell mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

You’d ordered appetizers and drinks, then more drinks with the main course (two to accompany the meal, to be exact), and then more with dessert. By then, you were starting to feel a little tipsy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Slowly, as you left the restaurant, the alcohol sunk in. The drinks were stronger than they’d seemed.

Luckily, Maxwell has a chauffeur. He’d had as many drinks as you, but the man’s tolerance is quite high. He seems barely affected, if not slightly looser and more carefree. The two of you made your way outside, Maxwell holding his arm around your waist to ensure that you didn't stumble; just in case, he reminded you, but you didn’t believe him.

In the car, you snuggle into Maxwell’s side happily, resting your head on his shoulder. “Buckle please, love,” he insists and wraps an arm around you.

“No,” you whine, kissing the soft cologned skin of his neck. “You’re too cozy.”

Maxwell laughs and nestles into you. “I’ll excuse it this once, only because I trust Jeeves,” he teases you. “How are you feeling, love?”

“So happy,” you smile up at him, dazed but content. The alcohol has brought you to a state of bliss now; love for Maxwell, a full stomach from the wonderful dinner, pride in your achievement.

Maxwell nods. “Of course you are,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Ooh, do we have wine at home?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him. “You need a few more.”

“No, no more drinks,” he chuckles and pulls you back into his side. “I think we’re both done for the night, don’t you?” His hands slide over your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin that’s cold to the touch.

You pout at him and Maxwell turns his face away, smiling. “No, I can’t look at that. I won’t be able to say no.”

“Please, baby?” You plead with big eyes.

“We have wine at home,” Maxwell tells you, even though he’s unsure whether or not it’s true. Either way, he won’t be allowing you to drink any of it.

Sighing, you snuggle into his side, shivering. “Car’s cold,” you murmur.

Maxwell removes his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, kissing your head and smiling down at you warmly. “How’s that?”

“Smells like your cologne,” you practically purr like a satisfied cat as you wrap yourself in the expensive fabric. “I love you so much, Maxie-poo.”

“I love you too, darling,” he chuckles. The chauffeur brings you to his house not long after, and Maxwell offers you a hand when you get out of the car.

Sitting in the seat, you frown up at him. “I’m fine, Max.” Standing in your high heels, your wobbly legs thanks to the alcohol send you falling into Maxwell, who catches you.

“Fine, yes,” he chuckles and lifts you back to standing. “Take off your shoes and let me help you inside.”

Sighing and crossing your arms, you step out of your shoes, calves screaming a thank you for removing them from those torture devices. He reaches down and picks them up, ass straining in his suit, and you can’t help but give it a smack, giggling.

“Oh, no, little miss,” Maxwell playfully chides and grabs your arm. “Let’s get you inside, tiger.”

Your legs lead your brain without any thought, drunkenly stumbling your way inside. Maxwell’s arms are your support, really the only thing to keep you from falling. He purposely steers you away from the path leading to the kitchen, knowing you’ll ask for more alcohol should you see it. When you reach the foot of the stairs, you groan and look at Maxwell with puppy eyes. You know his back has been bad lately, his joints ache when the humidity rises, but you can’t do this without him. “Can you carry me? Please?” You ask him.

Maxwell chuckles and kisses your head tenderly. “I suppose. Climb on my back.” He stands with his palms the wall, squatting for you to jump up on him.

The formal dress makes it difficult, but you hop up, both of you groaning as you latch onto him. “I love you so goddamn much,” you babble happily, kissing along the skin behind his ears.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” he grunts as he makes his way up the stairs, his knees aching from the weight of carrying absolutely anything on his back.

When he reaches the top, you get down and sigh, kissing him sloppily. “You’re the best.”

“I’m wonderful,” he sighs and rolls his eyes, leading you to the bedroom and letting you plop down on his plush California king bed.

You strip off his suit jacket and toss it at him, and he catches it without even looking. “Don’t even think about seducing me tonight, darling. You’re too far gone,” he chuckles.

His words make you frown and stop in the middle of unzipping your dress slowly. “I wasn’t gonna,” you grumble and stand, slipping out of the dress and getting under the thick covers of the bed.

“Sure,” Maxwell smiles and retreats into his large closet. He returns in pajama pants and the white tee he wore under his button-up.

He looks so soft like this, and even drunk, you recognize what a privilege it is to see him like this. His large suits hide his frame, but you can see the soft curve of his tummy, his broad shoulders and narrow torso. “We should get married,” you blurt to him, your heart-eyes penetrating through to his center.

“You’re drunk,” he shakes his head as he wanders to the bathroom. He returns with his thick-rimmed glasses on, and it completes the look, his highlighted hair messy and beginning to curl.

He sits on his side of the bed and hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning, and you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“I won’t,” you pout and take the pills, rolling onto your side to face him. His legs are beneath the covers, and one of yours snakes to his and wraps your ankle around his.

Max smiles softly at the gesture. He recognizes it. You need his touch, want to snuggle tonight rather than keep to your own in his spacious bed. He lies down and you quickly scoot over to him, resting your head and a palm on his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead, his hand stroking your back lovingly. “You sleep now. Please.”

“I want to cuddle a little longer,” you frown and look up at him, face barely peeking out from the covers.

Max laughs. “Of course. We’ll stay like this, but at least make an effort to fall asleep. Your headache in the morning will be better if you sleep more.”

“Fine,” you sigh and scoot your body as close to his as possible, kissing his chest through the plain white t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeats and sets his glasses to the side, letting himself sink into the squishy bed. He’ll surely have to care for you in the morning too, but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it.

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No Strings Attached - Pt.2

Y/N vs. Dangerous Cardio

Type: Modern-college-professor AU x CHUCK, part of Attached series More info here and on the Attached masterlist

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 3400

Summary: It’s all very sweet until it isn’t.

Warnings: swearing, Steve in a gym, mention of a migraine, violence, gun violence

A/N: Enjoy and thank you if you’re giving this crossover a chance. You don’t need any knowledge of Chuck, not realy.

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You woke up with a startle; some shuffling and a click of a drawer made your snap eyes open and follow the sound. Steve’s back welcomed you as he was fishing out something hidden to your sight.

What time was it? What day was it? Why had you been you sleeping when Steve looked like he just got home from work? Why didn’t he wake you?

…hold on. It was Tuesday and there were those Ministry people at the uni and the strange test and you got the splitting headache--- what time was it that Steve was already home?

You groaned when you noticed the drawn curtains, last sunrays peeking through and colouring the sky. Jesus. Had you slept through the majority of the day?!

“Babygirl?” Steve’s voice reached your ears and your head whipped back to him automatically, thanking heavens when your temples didn’t throb with the sudden movement.

He placed the socks on top of the drawer, making his way to you, concern drawing his brows together, creating those lovely worried wrinkles on his forehead.

“Uh-huh?” you hummed as you sat up, once again pleasantly surprised that the world wasn’t swimming in front of your eyes, no blurred vision, nothing.

Aside from feeling sleepy, you were… fine. Which was kinda strange, but you weren’t about to complain.

Sitting next to you on the bed, Steve gently sunk his fingers into your hair, dropping a sweet lingering kiss on your forehead. Lips never leaving your skin, beard scratching lightly, they caressed your temples next; and you realized what was happening, your own lips curling up in a smile as pleasant warmth spread in your chest at Steve’s worry.

He was lowkey checking for fever.

“You’re not subtle,” you informed him, both amused and touched.

His words vibrated against your skin as his mouth moved a bit higher again, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“Not trying to be. How do you feel?”

“How do you even know I wasn’t feeling good?”

He withdrew a little – not before he dropped a cheeky kiss on your nose – raising a challenging eyebrow.

“Ibuprofen on the table and you sleeping at five in the afternoon after only attending one class?” he offered with a smirk, but you weren’t fooled. It worried him. You weren’t a perfect student, but you rarely skipped class; especially Callahan’s class, because you immensely enjoyed it.

“Fair enough. Is it really five already?” you asked rhetorically, running a hand through your hair, catching Steve’s own and brushing the soft skin of his wrist with your lips; a silent thank you for fussing. He gave a brief smile, pulling you to his side, letting your head lull against his shoulder. “When did you come home?”

“Just a few minutes ago, unfortunately. Kept messing stuff up when I wanted to leave the office.”

Because I was worried, was left unspoken and you sighed, wrapping your arm around Steve’s stomach, drawing soothing circles on his side.

Steve was a mother hen; it wasn’t something that was widely known about him, but you had had several opportunities to experience it and you loved it… most of the time. Then again, it brought unnecessary concern to weight his shoulders down.

“I’m sorry, Stevie. How did you know? Did Bucky tell you something?” you wondered, faintly remembering his gaze having following you as you left.

“Linda Parson dropped by to tell me, actually.”

A snort escaped you and you laughed into Steve’s shoulder, fingers clutching his waist. You felt your cheeks warm up with both amusement and embarrassment when you recalled your last encounter with her.

“Was she able to look you in the eye?” you chuckled, causing Steve to retreat and watch you with puzzlement written all over his face.

“Not really-- how did you-?“

“I was kinda out of it. I’m pretty sure I told on you that you don’t usually sleep naked. And that we totally went at it before going to school today. And that your hair looks really good in the morning.”

Steve’s eyebrows gradually rose until they nearly got lost in his hairline. “Uhm… that would explain it. Also… thanks?”

“As if you didn’t know.”

One corner of his lips rose higher in appreciation and then he looked you in the eye, serious again. “How do you feel?”

You didn’t hesitate – and you didn’t have to make up things just to calm his obvious anxiety. You simply spoke the truth.

“…surprisingly good, actually. Headache’s all gone, which is… weird. Frankly, it was terrible, I can’t remember feeling anything like it before.”

Steve’s gaze travelled all over your face, tender fingers tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before he proceeded to kiss the presumably offending spots on your face. You couldn’t but smile widely, pulling him in for a proper kiss, which he willingly surrendered to.

“I’m sorry, babygirl,” he whispered, brushing his nose with yours.

“Not your fault.”

“Well, you did sleep for a while as if you were catching up on lost hours… maybe I’m keeping you awake too much,” he remarked cheekily and you rolled your eyes at the switch of moods, tickling his side which caused him to chuckle and swiftly retreat.

“Har-har. Do you hear me complaining?”

“Nope, usually you’re just asking for more.”

You gaped at him and chuckled breathlessly, feeling your stomach flutter at the memories of you doing exactly that. “You are incorrigible, Professor Rogers.”

He only smirked and pecked your lips. “Sweetheart, you’re forgetting I know you wrote about having your cunt eaten out and getting railed against the desk in my office and thanking me for it.”

This time you sputtered, almost choking on your spit at such low blow; playful, yes, but brutal. Also – such language!

“Steve!”

“So I don’t think you should be playing this whole ‘you’re incorrigible’ game with me.”

“Jesus, Steve. You’re a menace.”

“Oh babygirl, you know it... just for you,” he assured you with a grin, his eyes now completely cleared of all worry, humour twinkling in them instead. “Anyway, I uh… I was thinking the gym, since it’s Tuesday, but-“

Right. Another thing about Tuesday. Sweaty Steve and workout. Yum and—eh. Okay.

“Of course. I’m coming with.”

You felt better – you felt completely fine, to be honest. And if it got worse by exercising, well… you could always just settle for taking it awfully easy in order to watch Steve’s biceps bulge under weights, his perfect ass growing even rounder while doing squats.

Oh yeah, you were so coming with.

“Are you sure? I mean, we can totally stay in, I don’t want you to-" he fussed again, but you just shut him up with a quick kiss.

“I’m fine, Stevie. Plus, you’re like a damn model. I need to keep up at least a bit.” You couldn’t but grimace at that a bit, drawing an offended sound from him.

“Hey!” he protested, frowning. “Thanks and all that, but what are you even talking about? Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous. My perfect, perfect pretty girl-“

You squinted at him playfully as he turned your lame attempt at a joke – that might have been a bit serious, because had you seen him – into a compliment. “Charmer. But I mean in general, you know. They say it’s healthy to do sports. Plus, we paid for that couple membership, so…”

“Ah, yes, at least once a week together to get a discount. What were we thinking?”

“That sex doesn’t count if it’s the only exercise we do,” you shot back instantly, this time making him snort in amusement.

“I love you, babygirl. And I know I keep saying it, but I love how your mind works,” he added sweetly, kissing your forehead again as if he wanted to make sure you really weren’t running a fever and thus were ready to be cleared to leave the bed by nurse Rogers.

“Love you too, Stevie. Now let’s go before I change my mind.”

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Exercising was not such a great idea.

Obviously, Steve delivered; watching him lift weights and work out in general was a delight, your mind helpfully supplying the huffs and other noises you knew he was making occasionally, but couldn’t be heard over the music.

And you actually did enjoy going just for yourself; the endorphins worked wonders for your mood, always. Even today, in the first few minutes as you jogged and then even ran on the treadmill, you were having fun.

But then the previous headache echoed dully in your skull; barely there, considerably less intense than in the morning, but you certainly had no plan to push it. You did not want to be where you had been earlier today.

So you eased up your tempo at first, the pulses in your temples slowing down and then you resigned entirely and switched to a different machine. Less cardio, more strength training, while you did not forget to get an enticing view of your fiancé, recalling other times his face got flushed like this.

Except not even sinful thoughts could quite erase the barely-there tingle of pain.

You gave up with a sigh, wiping your hands to your leggings and approached the most handsome man in the gym.

Steve carefully set his weights down, hair sticking to his forehead in a way that should not be as attractive as it was and smiled at you curiously.

“Hey there, handsome,” you humoured him, earning a breathless chuckle.

“Hey beautiful. What do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Your eyebrows jumped, smile faltering.

“I’m gonna get some air, just wanted to let you know.”

“You okay?” he asked, damp eyebrows furrowing and you couldn’t resist – you smoothened the line out, for some reason actually revelling in how sticky the skin was. “Gross,” Steve mumbled in return.

“How dare you. I’m… fine. Just feeling the head again and don’t want to overdo it. Fresh air might help,” you offered with a shrug.

“Fresh air? In New York City?”

“Fresh-ish.”

Steve dropped a kiss to your forehead, people around be damned and smiled at you, the concern still undeniably present.

“Just don’t run off on me.”

“Run off? On this?” you joked and not joked at all, gesturing to his body vaguely, earning an eye-roll.  Oh but you knew he liked to have his body appreciated alright. The attractive body just happened to hide a soul that would make angels weep, giving him a reason to actually love him. As a refiner of that, you tapped his chest lightly above his heart, grinning up at him. “And from this? I wouldn’t dream of it, Stevie.”

His gaze softened, probably following you even as you made your way to the lockers.

“Don’t forget your coat!” he called out lowly, but loud enough for you and a few people around to hear. You snorted to yourself as the on-lookers probably thought he was being like an overprotective parent – and yet, you smiled at his care.

“Mother-hen…”

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You were frankly grateful to have your coat – warmed up from the gym, the early March air was still rather cold against your skin. You made a mental note to thank Steve, thoroughly, for looking out you. He had also had a point; fresh air in New York wasn’t exactly an available article, but you supposed this would do.

Trying to ease the headache, you breathed in deeply, deciding against leaning against a similarly cold and dirty wall, walking slowly instead, glad that the street was one of the less frequented ones as the gym was just outside the busiest city centre.

You opted for subtly observing your fellow citizens in order to relax your mind and to resist the usual urge to pull out your phone and check what was new in the world. You played a game with yourself, one Steve asked you to play with him sometimes and which always resulted in him complimenting your unique mind which he claimed to love so much; just watching people, wondering about what their story was.

You were ninety percent sure that the guy in the beige trench coat was an accountant hating his job, but sticking with it for the sake of his loved ones; a ring told you there was definitely a significant other for him if not a whole family.

The woman your eyes fell on next, on the other hand, loved her job. Either she had a very enthusiastic colleague she was discussing a certain problem with – her eyes were shining with excitement, mouth seemingly forming very long words, likely a scientist then – or the said colleague was more than a colleague. You felt one corner of your lips rise; you knew a thing or two about blurred lines.

The next guy was--- well, hunk. Judging by his built, you would think he was heading for the gym you were hovering around, definitely reckoning him as a regular visitor. But in his leather jacket, jeans and cap, an inconspicuous clothing at first glance, there was just something about him that unsettled you.

Your heart skipped a startled beat when your eyes met. Your insides twisted uncomfortably as his irises flashed with an emotion you didn’t dare to try and read.

His shoulders seemed even wider now as his right hand reached to his lower back, probably to adjust his jeans and pull them higher to shield his loins from the cold. You didn’t blame him, his jacket wasn’t exactly long, more of a fashion statement, than a practical choice-

“GET DOWN!”

The world swayed of its place as something collided with you hard, the woman’s cry barely having reached your ears before she slammed into you. You landed on your side with a hiss of pain as you hit the ground, but the quiet sound was drowned in something much louder – something that made your blood run cold.

The bang rattled through the city noise, instantly followed by screams—and to your horror, more shots were fired before your brain even registered that someone--- someone actually fired a gun.

Multiple times.

And few of those shots rang right from above you, forcing you to close your eyes and flinch violently in fear.

“Get up!”

Your side throbbed with pain, your chest constricted as you couldn’t breathe in, the command falling on deaf ears.

An iron solid grip circled your arm and tugged you half-way up. Your eyes snapped open, catching a glimpse of blond ponytail before your vision blurred with sudden tears and another loud bang thundered through your head.

“Go, GO!”

Your feet acted on their own accord, moving swiftly, stumbling as you were forced to stagger whichever direction you were being pulled.

Heart racing as if it was meant to escape your chest, the world seemed too slow and too fast at once. You couldn’t tell how you were running away from the terrible noise, but you were – and you were still being tugged to follow your companion god knew where, hand on your bicep, fingers digging in, people getting out of your way more than willingly.

And for a good reason.

It finally connected in your brain that--- that was definitely gun in the woman’s hand. You instantly came to a halt, desperately yanking away from her grip.

“Hey!” she complained and you managed to get a look at the woman manhandling you at last, even as she kept looking back and forth as if checking whether you were being followed.

You felt your jaw go slack. She was familiar; very vaguely, but unmistakably familiar.

“Are you-“ you choked out, fear mixing with relief, because this was definitely the woman from today’s morning, the one who was with the ministry even if she wasn’t wearing glasses anymore and what the hell, did the Ministry of Foreign Affairs teach people how to shoot or-

You yelped when a black jeep pulled over by the sidewalk, causing you to instinctively jump back; and to forget for a second that there was a stranger right next to you who had just been in a gunfight probably on your side and got you as far away from the weird gunman as possible.

The backseat door flew open.

“Get in, Walker!”

Walker. Right. That was her name – the name Chuck, Carmichael, had introduced her with as his colleague. And now this.

What the hell was going on and what had it to do with you?! Why did the woman grab you of all people?!

“Come on, we’re here to help, I promise,” Walker blurted out, her sharp gaze still scanning the street, her head beckoning towards the vehicle.

For some reason, you believed her.

Because she had had an opportunity to shoot you instead of shooting after the guy who had just pulled out a gun in the middle of a peaceful street and she hadn’t.

Decision was made. She certainly was the lesser evil at the moment, even if going with her included meeting whoever was driving the jeep and he could be worse than the gunman. But there was no time to lose any more time by your useless pondering.

You climbed into the car, swiftly followed by the blond, door shutting close just as a bullet hit the wingmirror, making you nearly jump out of your skin and scream bloody murder in fright.

You were knocked backwards to the seat and to the side as the driver stomped on the gas harshly, darting from the side of the road into the traffic, horns complaining all around you as he had no regards for the regulations.

“You alright?” the deep timbre from the front seat asked, a grunt following when he took a sharp right, causing you to crash into the other woman.

Your head was spinning, the roller-coaster of madness momentarily rendering you speechless – but the question wasn’t aimed at you.

Which was good, because you were not okay in the slightest.

You were hyperventilating, your lungs burning from the improvised run, your muscles ached from the gym visit and the extra work-out which involved running from a fucking shooter. Your head was back to pounding and your heart felt like it might give out any second.

And you were definitely crying, but all that was the least of your concern, because-- what the fuck was happening?!

Who were these people? Who was the guy who--- who just decided to shoot into the crowd, nearly shooting you? Why did Walker snatch you away from the place, to supposed safety? Why not the others and--- oh god, the others.

Steve!

“We’re good. He obviously got away, but I think I took a good look on a tattoo on the side of his neck.”

The driver – tall, wide-shouldered, with dark-ish hair, that much you could see even with your vision swimming in tears – only grumbled in response.

Before you could say a single word (or yell), your phone vibrated in your pocket and you instantly made a grab for it, pulling it out.

“Is that a phone?!”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about this,” your blond companion blurted out in response to the irritated question from the driver’s seat.

You didn’t even get to accept Steve’s call before the device was yanked from your hand--- and a second later, a knife was sticking out of it, lead straight through the middle.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, horrified, terrified and--- utterly shocked.

What---what- where did it even-?

“Not safe. Had it been an older model, I’d just pull the battery out, but these damn smartphones are impossible to open quickly,” Walker complained as if her words made any sense and as if she had a reason to complain.

Why would she even need to remove the battery?! How--- she just cut you off from Steve!

You stared at her, unable to form words, too many frantic thoughts bouncing off in your aching skull.

“What-“ you lamely breathed out, bewildered, freaked out and thoroughly exhausted.

“We’re the good guys, I promise. Which is why I’m sorry about this,” the blond spoke again, softer than before.

You barely had the time to process that she was reaching behind her back before a brief pain stung your neck, the world spinning faster and faster, darkness closing off your vision… and then it swallowed you whole, the last thing you felt being the backrest against your temple.

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Part 3

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Well, that went off rails quickly. That’s Chuck to you.

I promise things will start making sense... in the meantime:

Excuse my lacking action writing skills, it’s been a while.

Thank you for reading!

[we-love-imagines]

Sunday Sniffles

Valentine’s Event: Day 4

Prompt: Rohan + Domestic

Ao3 Link

Author’s Note: Hi! This one is a bit of a sick fic, but it isn’t very gross, just a little fever. I’m so excited for the Rohan ova to go to Netflix, I haven’t gotten the chance to watch them on my own so I’m super excited. I love Rohan so much, he’s so fun to write for! Expect a lot more Rohan content soon!

As you opened your eyes, groaning softly as you woke up, you noticed the man that was beside you when you went to sleep was long gone. To most people, waking up to an empty bed would be upsetting, but you had grown used to it. You and your fiancé, Rohan, were busy people, and there wasn’t much time for early morning cuddles. There was coffee to make, pages to draw, and work to be done. 

However, you both had the tendency to run yourselves ragged. As you rolled out of bed, your legs felt like jello, and your sinuses were extremely sore. As you headed to the bathroom, chills ran up and down your spine as you sniffled and coughed, your head pounding as every step felt like a mile. Realization hit you, however, when you entered the bathroom and flicked the lights on. Your paled cheeks and reddened nose gave it away- you had gotten sick.

After washing up a little, you hoped the icky feeling that coated your body would disappear so you could get some work done; alas, it did not. You slung a blanket over your shoulders, wandering down the hall to your fiancé's office on shaky legs.

“Rohaaaaaan,” you called, your voice hoarse,  before opening the door, “I’m coming in.” He always got a little miffed when he was interrupted, but he was used to you stopping in around this time to say ‘Good Morning.’ Not noticing the weak warble of your voice, he didn’t think to take his eyes off his work.

“What is it, (Y/n)?”

“Babe, I think I’m sick,” you told him, before sneezing, “I don’t think I’ll be able to look over your pages today, I’m sorry.”

Setting down his pencil, he turned to face you. The moment he laid eyes on you, he could definitely tell you weren’t bluffing- you looked like death. While Rohan could certainly overdo it at times, your job as a manga editor had you working yourself to the bone a lot. You not only checked for continuity and general errors in a multitude of mangakas’ manuscripts, but you also were their main consultant, bouncing around ideas with them whenever they seemed stuck. While you were the editor for Pink Dark Boy, Rohan was very self-sufficient, so he never needed much from you. However, as of late, the other mangakas under your care were getting quite needy, putting a little too much on your plate for the past week or so.

“Let me take your temperature,” Rohan stood up, taking your hand and dragging you into another room. He pulled out a little thermometer, placing it in your mouth- just as he expected, the temperature rapidly rose.

“You have a fever, my dear,” he sighed, looking over your weak form, “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” To most people, Rohan seemed like a heartless bastard; Hell, when you first became his editor, you thought so too. However, after getting to know him better, you quickly found that he could be rather sweet if he wanted to. After years of going out, you discovered that said kindness seemed to only be extended to you and a few close friends. Whenever he’d call you little pet names, or hold you like he was right now as he walked you back to your shared bedroom, you reminded yourself of why you fell for that heartless bastard in the first place.

Tucking you back in under your covers, he sat you up on some extra pillows, grabbing some extra blankets from the closet to warm you up even more.

“Tea?” he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

“Babe, you don’t need to baby me,” you told him, prying off some excess blankets, “Go back to work, I know you’re busy. Besides, I have a few calls to make-”

“No, no (Y/n). You’re not doing any work today,” he protested, taking the blanket you were trying to get rid of and putting it back on top of you, “The more you try to do today, the longer your fever is gonna last. You’ve been working too hard lately, anyways. It’s probably the reason you’re sick.”

“But the other mangakas need me, at least let me call them-”

“Dear, they’re creative people, they can manage for a few days while you recover,” he cut you off, making a snide face. He never liked how busy those other mangakas made you- they always seemed to rely on you too heavily for ideas.

“Until then, you’re staying right here. I’m going to make you some hot water for your throat- would you like to read something?”

“Again, babe, you don’t have to fuss over me,” you chided, shooing him away, “I won’t go into work today, but I can make my own tea. You have pages to finish.”

“I know I have pages to finish, but I’m ahead of schedule. Is it wrong of me to ensure my fiancée is well taken care of?” Rohan rolled his eyes, a cocky little grin on his face. He knew you hated when he was right. “What if I wanted to fuss over you anyways, hm? We’re both so busy, I don’t have the time to properly spoil you like I should.”

“You sly dog,” you smiled back at him, sniffling in between words, “You’ve been waiting for something like this, haven’t you?”

“Guilty is charged,” he chuckled, rolling up his sleeves before placing a box of tissues on your nightstand, “I’ve been wanting a nice, easy day with you for awhile. While your condition isn’t optimal, I’ll take any chance I get.”

Without another word, he rushed downstairs to fetch you some warm water as you reached for the drawer in your nightstand, pulling out a book you’ve been meaning to finish. Rohan came back to your room, not only with some hot water and a variety of tea bags to choose from, but with a large breakfast, too.

“You’ve got to drink lots of warm water and eat right so you can get better, okay?” he instructed, setting the tray of food deftly on your lap. You also noticed his ‘go bag’ of art supplies slung over his shoulder. He always carried that bag around when he was out of the house in case inspiration suddenly struck him, so he could draw whole pages of manuscript then and there. He set it down, gently, in the corner of the room; if this bag was with him, it meant that he was staying by your side all day.

Sitting on the bed next to you, Rohan made conversation with you while you ate, cleaning up soon after you were done. He spent the whole day like that, lying beside you, making sure you were okay.

“Rohan, you shouldn’t cuddle me,” you weakly argued, trying to push the man currently spooning you away, “I could get you sick!”

“I don’t care. It’s been too long since we’ve gotten to just lay around together, Dear,” he shot back, nuzzling into you. While you wanted to protest further, the warmth of his body and the endearing pet-name made you complacent. Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off in his arms.

Seeing as you were ill, you had a hard time staying asleep, but Rohan would always lull you back down, comforting you like a mother singing to a baby. While part of you wished he was getting his work done, it felt so nice to finally spend some quality time with your future husband. Your little chats in between naps actually included a lot of wedding planning- something you were both too busy to think about since he popped the question. Also, even though you felt a little bad about it, it felt really nice to be doted on like this. Rohan was being so sweet and gentle with you, which was a very nice change of pace compared to his usual prickly personality.

Suddenly, you found yourself waking up, the electric clock on your nightstand showing that it was the early evening. Did you just spend all day in bed? Despite the frail feeling in your limbs, or how gross your face felt, it was so nice to lounge around all day. 

Behind you, you heard a little snore coming from Rohan. Carefully, you turned over to face him, making sure to go slow enough not to wake him. As you settled back in, you saw how peaceful his face was, all of the tension in his body gone as he slept.

It felt nice to wake up to his face again. From here on out, you two would make sure to save some more time for each other.

[strikethematch18]

Dadzawa x F! Reader - Over Worked & Tired Part 1

It was now reaching the hour of at least 3 in the morning in Japan and you still hadn’t finished your paper proposal that you have been working on for hours on end. It certainly didn’t help that it was weeks overdue with only a few days until the end of the semester for your college courses back in America. 

You’re an American based student attending U.A. High, but also completing your bachelor’s degree at a college back in the states. Highly intelligent, as you were a member of Class 3-A and still in high school but only have one more semester until you finish your B.A. in English, about the same time you would graduate high school. Unfortunately, the time difference between the US and Japan has screwed with you reaching deadlines and a symptom of overusing your quirk is a lack of focus, something that you didn’t even tell your homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You were determined this was something you could do on your own.

Lately, you’ve been feeling like you have something to prove, almost like you’re somehow less than your peers as if your quirk wasn’t as useful or not powerful enough. As if your instant ability to feel empathy and affect emotions as well as being trained in formal combat in a similar fashion to Aizawa and his scarf. In fact, he was the one who worked with you and trained you with it. 

None the less you still felt like you were on your own with this and felt like you had to overdo yourself in training exercising. Quite frankly, you were on the serious verge of burn out, you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in your bed and watch a little TV after a nice hot shower. But non the less you had to push those desires aside to finish your college semester out strong.

You take another drink of your contraband energy drink, as a student at esteemed high school U.A. things like those were highly frowned upon as they were enhancing your energy to perform due to their abnormal amount of caffeine. Right now, you didn’t give a damn, you were going to be up all night and had early morning training with Aizawa and you are exhausted either way. Just trying to pull these long nights to finish on time. The dark circles were aware to you and your sluggish movements during the day meant a lot more effort on your quirk.

The door to your dorm room was still open allowing light from the outside room to shine into your room as well as your small little desk lamp providing you with a little bit of light for you to write and research on your laptop. You had a light but warm blanket wrapped around you as you were cold and it was around you very similarly to Aizawa’s sleeping bag come to think about it. You were generally cold a greater portion of the time but this felt a little different than normal, you were starting to become congested, never a good sign.

You sighed as you dropped your pencil on your papers and took your hands and rubbed your face and sat there for a moment just resting them there. You could hear footsteps down the hall and took it as someone getting up to go to the kitchens for something, it was an often occurrence. It did slip your mind that teachers would take shifts to do monitoring at different times in the night just taking a stroll down the hallways making sure everything was alright. Honestly, most teachers just slacked on it most of the time so it wasn’t a regular thing. It didn’t really dawn on you that the footsteps were getting closer to your room and the kitchen was the opposite direction. 

Usually, hallway patrols took around 10 minutes for teachers to complete which is why they were skipped so often, but Aizawa actually decided to do his tonight. And to his surprise, he saw one door open compared to the rest closed. His first thought was thinking about what was wrong and quickened his pace. But when he reached your door he couldn’t help but examine your hunched over posture wrapped in your blanket and head in hands, surrounded by loose papers, post its, pens, books, and laptop.

He knew you had a little extra course load normally but he didn’t realize it was something you would be doing well into the night, he just figured you were about to balance everything extremely well as you never complained and usually performed well in classes. However, thinking back to the last week you have seemed a little more tired and in a daze resulting in more quirk effort. The overuse of quirks segment of your student file was blank and he never made the effort to find out. 

He continued to stand at your door for another minute and saw the can of energy drink beside you knowing you were a good kid and wouldn’t resort to something as foolish as that without it being a last resort. Aizawa briefly knocked on your door to alert you of his presence. He did have a soft spot for you compared to Midoria or Bakoguo so he was a little more gentle with you.

“Hey kid, what are you still doing up?”

Startled out your state you did a small jump in your desk chair, “Just trying to write this essay. It’s a few weeks overdue and the end of the semester is soon so I need to get this in.”

He took a few steps into your room and stood behind you, “12th-century convents and monasteries in Italy. Hmm, that doesn’t sound very interesting. What kind of class is this for?”

“It’s for my Origins of western though class, medieval through the renaissance. And trust me, it really isn’t, especially when you can’t focus on it at all,” you replied.

“You’re having trouble focusing?” he asked genuinely concerned, he had never heard those words come from you before.

You put your face back in your hands and simply said, “Quirk overuse.”

Aizawa was taken aback for a short moment, you were never one to complain or let someone know when there was something going on, “God kid how long has this been going on?”

“This time? At least since last week.”

“This time? So this isn’t something new?” he was a little shocked since this was the first time he heard of any of your overuse symptoms. 

“God no, there’s also an extra degree of fatigue and the occasional headache. Night terrors are kinda common too.”

“Shit Y\N why have you never mentioned this before?”

“It just never seemed to be all that important really, I’ve handled it by myself for years why start before now?”

“When was the last time you got a decent nights sleep, you’re starting to look like me. You’ve even got the whole blanket thing going for you,” he asked looking at your form sitting at your desk as you shifted in your seat to look at him.

“Uh, you know, that’s a really good question and it’s been long enough that I can’t fully remember. To be truthful, I just want to finish this so I can take a warm shower and go to sleep.”

When you looked at him he got a better look at you. To be truthful you looked horrible and he started to feel bad because it was evident you were working yourself to death, and keeping up with both school lives on top of his added one-on-one training sessions were taking a toll on you. He had also noticed the congestion in your voice, that was never a good sign.

He put his hand on your forehead and you leaned into even though it felt cold to you it still felt nice, “Kid you’re burning up, you have a fever, why don’t you stop for the night and get that shower you want and you can crash on my couch tonight so I can keep an eye on you.”

“With all due respect sir, I need to finish this, my professor has been on me for weeks on end on this. I have to finish it tonight. And I couldn’t possibly bother you with just congestion and small fever.”

Aizawa sighed and took a seat on the edge of your still made bed, “Listen, kid, I’ll let you finish. I'm going to sit here until you're done and you’re coming with me.”

You put your head down as you knew there was no way out of this one. He took a book off your nightstand and began reading it as you continue your work. It took you about 2 more hours and he had managed to doze off wait for you. You look back at him sleeping quietly and simply close your laptop for the night and lay your head down and close your eyes for just a second truthfully, you felt horrible. In the absence of your typing, Aizawa woke up and saw you with your head down and got up and put a hand on your shoulder feeling the elevated body heat from your fever radiating through you. 

He quietly sighed and in his general monotone voice said, “Come on kiddo let’s go, grab some comfy clothes and you can shower back at my room.”

You compiled and went to stand up but immediately the word was spinning and you had to grab onto the desk to steady yourself. He had immediately put a hand around your waist and only your shoulder not wanting you to fall in your sick weakened state.

“Okay, new plan, We’re going straight to my room, I’ll just give you some clothes and you can take a sitting down shower. I don’t want you to exert any more energy and risk you falling and hurting yourself, so I’m going to carry you, is that okay?”

You gave a small nod and he put one arm under your knees and one on your mid-back and you put your arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest feeling small. And quite truthfully, Aizawa did notice you were a little nighter and a little bonier than he expected before, almost as if you had been skipping meals.

Walking with you down the hallway still wrapped in your blanket ha=e quietly asked, “Kid I need you to be honest with me, are you eating?”

You give a small groan in response, “I accidentally forgot for a few days I’ve just been too busy and didn’t realize.”

Aizawa sighed and realized how work-oriented you are, stopping for nothing and not accomplishing things for your health, “I’ll make you some soup while you’re in the shower okay, then will you please eat a little bit of it?”

You simply nodded your head in his chest resulting in a lack of verbal response.

Once making it back to his living quarters he opened the door and was greeted by a cat waiting for him to get back. He closed the door behind both of you and took you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet and told you to undress and take a shower, and he would leave clothes and some towels for you in a bit. 

As you did that and carefully sat down at the bottom of the shower and turned the water on you immediately felt the warm water hitting your skin rinsing some of the sick away and you let out a small cough, which didn’t go unnoticed by your teacher leaving a pair of black sweatpants and a charcoal grey sweater that will be much too large for you but are clean clothes you should find comfortable.

[if-youd-only-try]

interrupted holiday kisses [owen patrick joyner]

words: 1902

summary: Y/N and Owen go to the complete middle of nowhere, wanting to relax, but someone prevents them from doing so

warnings: just a lot of kissing

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with fresh mountain air. A dreamy smile appeared on your face as a light gust of wind moved your strands of hair slightly, and the leaves of the trees rustled quietly. You closed your eyes for a moment and leaned against the railing, listening to the sounds of the forest around you.

A few seconds passed and you lifted your eyelids again to look at the surface of the lake, located about two hundred meters from the summerhouse you were currently staying in. The corners of your mouth gradually rose higher and higher. You've been looking forward to this trip for so long... You finally had a few days to yourself and you were going to dedicate them to your dream relaxation.

After a few moments, you heard a quiet creak behind you that reminded you that you weren't alone after all. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at the entrance to the terrace. Standing in the doorway was Owen, who had most likely already finished carrying your luggage into the upstairs bedroom. His lips curved in a slight but extremely warm smile. Literally the same one he gave you when you first met.

"This is where you hide..." he said, moving closer to you. You straightened up slowly, still leaning against the railing you let him hug you from behind. The boy rested his chin on your shoulder and gently kissed your cheek.

"I'm not hiding at all." you laughed softly, stroking his hand tenderly, now resting on your stomach." I just started enjoying the views already. They're great." you sighed.

"Fact..." he agreed with you and together you started looking around.

A complete silence fell between you, broken only by the sounds of nature. Neither of you were bold enough to speak up.

"It's really nice of your friend to let us spend some time here." you muttered softly as Owen gently brushed his lips against your neck.

"To tell you the truth... He had quite a worried look on his face when he agreed to this." he replied, and you turned to face him. "I have a feeling Charlie's up to something. After all, this house is his. You don't know if he hasn't hidden some traps here..." he added, seeing your questioning expression, to which you laughed quietly and patted him gently on the chest.

"Don't overdo it, honey. Admittedly, I don't know him, but I think you shouldn't doubt his good intentions. But let's not talk about others... This week will be ours alone." you whispered, giving the blonde a gentle smile. Owen leaned over you and brought your lips together in an affectionate kiss, which you took as agreement with your words.

The first day of your trip was spent getting acquainted with the building, and you also took a little walk around the neighborhood. You were to spend this entire week in a complete remote area, where the nearest store was several kilometers away from you. This fact, however, only pleased you more. For you wanted a break not only from work but also from other people. You didn't return from your walk until evening, when the sun had already hidden behind the mountain tops. Because you didn't anticipate that the temperature would drop significantly at night, you didn't dress properly, which resulted in you getting quite cold.

To your relief, you remembered that Owen had chopped wood earlier, so you could light the fire. While the blond took care of lighting the fire, you went to the kitchen where you prepared warm cocoa for. It was your favorite drink and you often drank it together. When you returned to the living room, the boy was just getting up from his knees so he could sit comfortably on the couch. You reached over to him, handing him the cup at the same time, and he wrapped a blanket around you that was lying next to you and pulled you close. You snuggled into his chest, smiling at him.

"That's how I could spend every evening." Owen muttered, gently stroking your shoulder, then drank some cocoa from his cup.

"Anyone? And wouldn't it be better to spice some of them up a bit?" you asked, smiling flirtatiously at the same time, to which the blond man glanced at you.

You set your cup down on the small table in front of you and turned to face the boy. He also put down his cup and after a while you were lying on the couch, kissing passionately and gradually undressing. Soon, however, you were able to enjoy the moment, for something began to make a persistent noise somewhere outside.

At first you tried to ignore it, but the more you tried to focus on yourself, the louder the tapping became. Owen sighed quietly and, dissatisfied with this turn of events, got up from the couch. Without even correcting his shirt, he moved towards the exit of the house, scraping the poker with him on the way.

"I'll go see what it is." he announced, leaving you alone on the couch. You rose to a sitting position and wrapped yourself in the blanket lying next to you. The blond man managed to get your shirt off you, thus leaving you in just your bra and pants.

You yourself weren't quite sure how much had passed since the boy left, but at some point you heard something knock quietly on the glass. A shiver ran down your spine and you uncertainly lifted your gaze to the curtained window. For a long moment you looked frightened in his direction, and the knocking gradually grew louder. You swallowed your saliva quietly and slowly walked closer, still covering your bare shoulders with the blanket.

You reached out your hand towards the fabric and were about to see who was knocking inside when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You jumped up, shouting loudly in the process, and instantly flipped backwards while taking a pretty strong swing at your opponent. If it hadn't been for Owen dodging your hand, you would have surely broken his nose.

"Relax, it's just me." he reassured you by embracing you carefully.

"Don't do that!" you yelled at him. All the fear you felt a moment ago is completely gone, giving way to anger. "It's not funny at all, Owen!"

"I spoke to you, but you didn't hear me at all and continued walking towards the window as if in a trance." he explained, wrinkling his brows slightly. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, putting his hand to your forehead, wanting to see if you had a fever. You, meanwhile, were taking a series of deep breaths to calm yourself.

"I would have felt great if it wasn't for something knocking on the window... I don't know what it was because I didn't take the time to check." you replied, sitting back down on the couch. After your words, the blond man swung back the curtain and opened the window, only to lean out of it a moment later.

"There's nothing here." he announced and retreated inside. He closed the window again and sat down next to you. "Maybe you thought it?"

"Are you suggesting that I'm crazy?"

"Of course not. But I know you get scared awfully fast, and whenever the neighbors make a noise, you make up theories about the sound like a racial horror movie." he laughed quietly, and you looked at him offended. "Okay, I'm sorry. It was certainly some kind of monster. Come on." you burped, crossing your arms over your chest and completely ignoring the fact that you were still half naked from the waist up. The boy put his arm around you, pulled you close and kissed you gently on the temple. "Come on... Don't get so angry. It was probably just a twig tapping on the window in the wind... Don't worry." he said, smiling warmly at the same time. He brought his face close to your neck and began to kiss you gently on it. You involuntarily smiled slightly, and all irritation completely drained away.

"Where were we?" you muttered quietly, tilting your head to the side and allowing Owen to act more and more daringly.

"I think I still remember." replied the boy and put you on the couch again. He hovered over you, placing kisses on your collarbone again.

Finally, something started knocking on the window again. Much louder than before. You shuddered and looked in that direction with fear. The blond man followed your example, however, he wasn't the least bit scared. His face expressed extreme annoyance. He rose and with a quick step walked outside without even saying anything to you. You rose to sit up and looked at the open door, this time not even covering yourself with a blanket. For a moment you waited in suspense for what would happen next.

What was your surprise when Owen returned to the room, holding some young boy by the collar.

"Well, there goes our ghost." announced the blond man, shaking the embarrassed teenager. Only after a moment did you remember that you were in just a bra, so with a quick movement you covered yourself with the blanket. The kid laughed nervously and was already taking in air, most likely wanting to explain himself, when the front door opened and a dark-haired boy dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans walked into the living room.

"Owen, don't torture the kid." he said as if nothing had ever happened and then settled into the chair next to the couch, casually sliding his sunglasses over his hair.

"I knew the look on your face didn't bode well, Charlie." Owen sighed irritably, then let the boy go.

Your confusion was growing and you only looked at (you guessed it) the owner of the house you were in.

"You didn't want to introduce me to your girlfriend, so I made the effort to meet her myself. I also figured, by the way, why not make a fun entrance?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders, then looked at you and smiled. "I'm Charlie Gillespie. And you're probably Y/N, our idiot's girlfriend, who I've heard so little about."

"My pleasure." you said quietly, looking at the brunet. The bewilderment still hadn't subsided, so that was the only thing you managed to get out of yourself in that moment.

"Is that all?" you heard Owen's impatient voice.

"Come on... You're chasing me out already?" asked Charlie, pretending to be offended. "From my own home?" he added, then rose from his seat. "All right... Have fun. The house is all yours. Kid, we're leaving."

"What about my money for scaring?" the kid asked.

"You'll get it right away." replied the dark-haired man and moved towards the exit.

After a while, the boy ran after him without even apologizing to you. The front door slammed quietly, you heard Charlie's car engine, and then there was complete silence.

You looked at Owen, still heavily confused, but he didn't say a word. He sat down next to you on the couch and for a long moment there was silence between you.

"You have strange friends, honey..." you said finally.

"Yeah... I know..." the blond man replied and leaned against you. You put one arm around him and kissed the top of his head.

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Chapter Two: First Date

Chapter one

You and Gojo went to get ready.

“I’m taking over your bathroom.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Awwwwww, you mean I don’t get a show?” He said jokingly.

“Nope, not yet!” You stuck out your tongue cheekily at him as you disappeared into the bathroom.

“Not fair!” He yelled, chasing after you and almost running head first into the door you’d just slammed shut.

“He’s something else,” you chuckled to yourself as you slipped off your clothes and entered the bath. Soon you could hear nothing but the sound of water spraying down your shoulders and dripping from your hair, as you lathered soap all over yourself and allowed the misty wetness of the shower to rinse your worries temporarily away. You hadn’t felt so refreshed in a long while... it was as if you were a different person by the time you got out of the shower and made your way over to the mirror to dry your hair. You dabbed your long (H/C) locks dry and twirled them round your curling iron, taking care not to overdo it and risk ruining your hair texture. “Now time for makeup!” You were careful not to overdo your makeup, just a simple smoky eye with liner and mascara to make your beautiful (E/C) eyes pop would suffice.

Finally, it was time to put on your figure-hugging purple corset dress. Its sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage, giving you enticing curves at the front, and the skirt hugged your hips snugly to emphasize your shapely figure. You wiggled your way into the dress and tightened the ribbons to achieve the perfect hourglass shape. “Perfect!” You said to yourself admiring how beautiful you looked in the mirror and shook your hips. “Damn I’m hot!” You said with newfound confidence as you wiggled your butt, the skirt swishing upwards to show off your lace thong. You finished up at last and slipped your black stiletto pumps on. “One final check to make sure everything is perfect.” You said as you twirled around again in front of the mirror – like a princess preparing for an important ball. But you didn’t quite trust the mirror enough; just to be safe, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of yourself posing, with your head tilted back and the most dazzling smile on your face.

“(Y/N) are you ready? It’s getting late!” Satoru’s voice from the other side of the door shook you out of your trance at last. As the door swung open, you saw his eyes lighting up in awe as they traveled down your body. “Holy shit (Y/N) yo-you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said as he gazed upon you. “I think I have a new found love for corsets. God damn (Y/N)! Please tell me you own more corsets and that you brought at least one more with you.”

“Yes, I do own more corsets, but I didn’t bring any others with me….. Satoru my eyes are up here!” You snapped your fingers in his face to yank his focus away from your cleavage.

“You could knock someone out with your boobs! I never realized just how nice they really were (Y/N).” He smirked as he reached for your breasts playfully.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo as you swatted his hands away. “Behave Mister! You at least have to take me on a date before I let you do anything else.” You said sticking out your tongue.

“Keep sticking out that tongue missy and I’ll give it something to do.” He teased smugly giving you a sexual smirk as he bit his lower lip.

You inched closer to Gojo. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked narrowing your eyes as you stuck out your tongue again teasing him.

“This!” He pulled you into his arms kissing you deeply as he pushed you against the wall. He broke the kiss trailing his lips down your neck.

Instantly his intoxicating cologne invaded your nostrils making you go weak in the knees at how amazing he smelled. “F-fuck Sa-to-ru! S-stop p-pleaseeeeee.” You moaned out as he bit your neck making you tremble.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help it….” He cupped your face leaning in close. “You’re just so much fun to tease, I love the way you react to me when I touch you turning you on. Plus you smell like a cupcake…. I have an enormous sweet tooth and I just wanna eat you up!” Gojo seductively licked his lips.

“I-I'm not turned on….” You replied shifting your eyes lying horribly.

“I call bullshit! I know you’re turned on (Y/N) you’re a hot trembling mess right now in my arms.” He replied taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You averted Gojo's gaze.

“See! You can’t even look me in the eyes when I call you out!” He said teasing you as he grabbed your butt feeling bare skin. Gojo moved his hand up feeling the lace fabric of your thong he took his fingers and snapped it making you moan. He smirked at you. “Did you wear a thong just for me beautiful? Does this mean I'm getting lucky with you tonight?” His ocean blue orbs instantly lit up like a child on Christmas.

You gave him a smirk. “I don’t know? Let’s see where the night takes us.” You said as you ran your finger down his chest. “If you’re good maybe you’ll get lucky with me in some way.”

“Oooooooh in what way?” He asked getting excited.

“Well I’m not giving myself up completely to you yet…. You still need to work for that. So you’ll just have to wait for later and find out how far I will let you go.” You grabbed his collar pulling Gojo in tenderly kissing his lips.

“Well then let’s get going!” He eagerly held out his arm for you to take.

You stepped into his embrace instantly his arm was protectively wrapped around you.

“Are you ready for an amazing night beautiful?” He asked as you stepped out the door with him.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Yes I am Satoru.”

“Lets go wait for the Uber.”

--

“Everyone is staring at us Satoru! It’s making me feel uncomfortable.” You said to Gojo as your eyes darted around the room catching nasty looks from a bunch of girls. “These girls look like they wanna rip me to shreds!” You said shifting uncomfortably in the booth.

Gojo pulled you into his lap wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “They're just jealous because you have me all to yourself.” He smiled and kissed your lips trying to make you feel better.

You buried your face in his neck trying to hide yourself. “But why? I'm sure most of these girls have already gotten with you….” You mumbled into his neck. You took a deep breath in smelling Satoru's wonderful scent, instantly it calmed you down.

“It’s because of the way I am acting with you….” Started Gojo as he rested his head on top of yours. “I never show affection like this towards a girl I'm just hooking up with, but you’re different from any of the other girls. You’re special to me.” Gojo looked at you with his inhumanly beautiful galaxy blue orbs smiling at you warmly as he played with your hair, all your worries started to disappear as he comforted you.

“How?” You asked picking your head up, searching his endless ocean blue eyes.

“Because when I am with you I see something more than just a random hook up. I want to get to know you (Y/N)…. Something about you is driving me crazy, making me want you more than anything and I don’t know why, but I want to find out so damn bad…. You very well may be the girl to tame me.” He said smiling at you sweetly. “Now are you ready to go to the club and dance with me? Or would you like to skip the club and just go back to my apartment?”

“Well I have never been to a club before so I am curious to go to one, but….” You trailed off.

“But what?” He asked taking your hands in his, getting excited.

You giggled in a flirty manner as you playfully pushed Gojo. “Satoru you’re certainly eager to get me home!” You said coyly.

He gave you a goofy grin and nodded his head. “Yessssss! Yes I am!”

“Well mister eager pants you’ll just have to wait!” You smirked at Gojo. “I wanna go to the club.”

Gojo groaned in annoyance. “You just love to torture me baby girl, don’t you?” He asked teasing you as he ran his fingers down your arm making you shiver.

You gave Gojo a cheeky smile and nodded your head as you got off his lap. “Come on babe the faster we go to the club the faster you get me home.”

He looked at you shocked. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Do you not want me to?” You asked shyly as your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“No, no, no I want you to…. I'm just not used to it, you kinda caught me off guard with that one…. Baby.” He winked at you giving you a devilish grin.

You turned even redder as he called you that.

“You are so cute when you blush!” Gojo kissed your nose making you turn into a tomato.

Meanwhile the same group of girls from earlier were staring you and Gojo down.

“Absolutely disgusting!” Started one of the girls. “Just look at the way Gojo is acting with that girl!” She scoffed.

“Yeah he never acted like that with me!” Another girl chimed in. “It’s like she has him whipped or something! What is her vagina made of fucking gold or something!?”

“It’s pathetic he’s like a lovesick puppy! How unattractive!” Scoffed another girl.

The group of girls continued to stare as you made goo-goo eyes with Gojo.

He noticed the group of girls glaring at you, he rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “Okay let’s get going baby!” He said loudly so the group of girls heard him.

The girls faces went from disgusted to shocked.

“D-did he just call her ‘baby’!?” One of the girls said.

Another girl shot out of her seat. “Oh my God someone was able to land Gojo as a boyfriend and it’s a fucking Freshman!?” Blurted the girl.

You and Gojo both looked at the group of girls and laughed at them.

“Is there an issue girls?” You started. “What are you jealous that a mere Freshman is the girlfriend of the hottest, most desired man on campus?”

“Why you little bitch!” Yelled one of the girls as you and Gojo turned to leave.

“Wow how unattractive to make a scene like this in such a nice place! Grow up.” Stated Gojo as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yikes, those girls were crazy.” You said trying to avoid the fact that you just called Satoru your boyfriend as you and him walked out of the restaurant.

“So I'm your boyfriend now?” Asked Gojo smugly as he pulled you into his strong embrace, with a big grin plastered to his gorgeous face stretching from ear to ear.

“I got caught up in the moment?” You looked at him lying badly once again.

“Uh no I don’t think so missy. Would you care to try again?” He poked your nose. “Reset!” He laughed.

“I-I-I I got nothing to counter with on this one.” You sighed in defeat and held your hands up. “You caught me I surrender Satoru I'm y-.”

“Oooooooh!” Gojo interrupted you getting excited. “Wait, why are you surrendering? (Y/N) you uh kinda lost me on this. A little help please beautiful?” He said pouting.

You rolled your eyes giving him a ‘are you serious' look. “Wow really? IF YOU WOULD LET ME FINISH!” You started to laugh.

“I’m sorry I heard you say you surrendered to me and my thoughts got the better of me.”

“CAN YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOR FIVE MINUTES!?” You yelled getting frustrated.

“No, you know just for that you can wait or try and figure out what I was going to say on your own.” You said smugly. “If I remember when we get home from the club I'll tell you then.” You trotted away shaking your butt just enough so your skirt flew up showing off your amazing ass with that sexy lace thong.

Gojo was completely entranced, holding out his hands to grab it he ran up behind you perfectly cupping your cheeks with his giant hands as he gently clapped them together. Giggling you pushed your butt up against Satoru's crotch teasing him as you wiggled it pressing against him more before twirling around. “H-hey now! You know for someone who is a virgin you’re a naughty little girl.” He caught you mid-twirl making you face him as he rested his hands on your hips. “(Y/N) you keep teasing me like this I won’t want to go to the club.” You shook your hips dancing in Satoru's arms as you grabbed his shirt yanking him in closer kissing his lips.

“Then get me to the club I'm dying to dance! I love club music!” You grabbed his hand starting to dance with him.

--

The club was filled with people, music was blasting as the neon lights went to the beat of the bass. You and Gojo we’re completely lost in each other as you grinded on him to the beat of the music, he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life as he grabbed your ass pulling you in closer to him your body was is perfect sync with his as you danced. The song finally ended and you stepped off the dance floor with Gojo to get a drink, you walked up to the bar with him. “Wanna do a shot with me pretty girl?”

“Only if I can pick it!” You responded.

“Okay you’re on!” Gojo replied smugly.

“What'll it be?” Asked the bartender.

“Two alien brain hemorrhages please!” You responded.

“Coming right up!”

“What the hell is an alien brain hemorrhage?” Gojo questioned you.

“Only my favorite shot!” Was all you said as the bartender made your drinks. “Cheers!” You cheered Gojo and downed the shot.

“Hey that was pretty good!”

“I told you!” You replied confidently.

“Excuse me can we get two more rounds of this?” Gojo asked catching the bartender as he walked by.

“Sure! Coming right up!”

“We going shot for shot again Satoru-kun?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yea why not? I wanna go home drunk with you plus to be completely honest I’m not big into drinking I’m a total lightweight so a few shots will do me good and I actually like what you chose for a shot baby girl.”

You and Gojo did a few more shots, both of you started feeling nice and tipsy suddenly you heard the start of your favorite techno song, grabbing Gojo's hand you yanked him onto the dance floor. “Woah what’s the rush?” Gojo asked pulling you into his arms.

~Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“This is my favorite song!” You replied as you pushed your butt against Satoru's crotch wrapping his hands around your waist.

~Take a little bite of my eager neck~

You spun around grinding up against Satoru as you sensually bit his neck making him moan as you pulled him into you.

~Let the burning keep me in check~

He looked at you with a burning passion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer to him, his senses going haywire as you wrapped your leg around him pressing your crotch against his hand.

~Overflowing, I cant deny the lust I feel around you~

He grabbed onto your waist snapping his hips against your crotch turning both of you on even more.

~Want a feeling that I'll never forget

How about I make your appetite wet?~

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he snapped his hips into you again your head tilted back as you moaned loudly.

~Delusions about this, every night and day~

Between Satoru grinding on you and the intense bass of the music, you were getting so turned on as you grabbed his neck attacking his lips.

Satoru saw how turned on you were “I wanna make you mine.” He whispered in your ear right when the song said it making you go crazy as you moaned out.

~Just slowly trace a line right down my back, I'll feel it right in my soul!~

The bass dropped and you quickly with it as you ran your hands over Satoru's crotch feeling his growing problem, you knew he would be pulling off the dance floor at any moment.

~Love will never mean I have to think you're right~

You came back up, Satoru pulled you right in grinding against you to the beat of the music.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

His hands traveled under your skirt grabbing at your ass, snapping your thong over and over again.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru's other hand traveled towards the front in between your legs.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

Gasping at the sudden friction your hips bucked wildly as his palm rubbed against your thong.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

You looked deep into his ocean orbs moaning out as he kept his hand between your legs.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

‘Accidently' one of his fingers slipped inside you.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

That was it the feeling of your tight dripping pussy around his finger ruined Satoru.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned into Satoru's mouth as his finger went deeper inside you.

~Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! Heh, heh.” You went in perfect sync with the song pulling Satoru closer into you gently nibbling his lower lip.

~Drowning deep within this love sensation~

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore you were turning him on so much, he pulled you off the dance floor and called a Uber as you left the club.

~Getting lost in the sex vibrations

Now I'm ready for take off, brace yourself for an explosion~

You waited outside for the Uber, Satoru was standing behind you rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he pressed his growing bulge against you while kissing your neck making you lose yourself in his touch.

~For this trick, rip off your SHIRT

come on, follow me, I’ll show you thirst~

The Uber finally came, Satoru opened the door for you to get in, he got right in behind you instantly turned his attention to you as he started making out with you passionately.

Kissing him roughly you straddled his waist bucking your hips against his crotch making Satoru moan into your mouth as you ripped his shirt open.

~It’s alright, Let’s GET FLYING we’re starting~

“Hey you two! Keep it in your pants til you get home!” Yelled the driver as he glanced at the time of arrival to see how long he would have to bare the sounds of your lewd moans. “Only seven minutes thank God.”

~Don’t you worry my DARLING~

Satoru sneakily slipped his hand into your thong gently rubbing your clit. “Shhhhh keep quiet so we don’t get caught baby girl.” He whispered into your ear as he slipped his finger inside you again.

~Instead of labels can't we say we're friends~

You buried yourself into his neck to stifle your moans as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

~I'd rather take you as you are without an oath~

Faster and faster he fingered you, making it almost impossible to stay quiet. You lifted your head up hungrily attacking his lips.

~Love will never mean you have to think I'm right~

You were so drunk on Satoru your body moved on it’s own as your hips bucked again, making his finger go deeper.

~We were never gonna give marriage a try~

“HEY YOU'RE HOME!” Yelled the Uber driver bringing the two of you back to reality.

~Coz I always thought you'd find another guy~

“Thanks for the ride man!” Satoru replied as he took out his phone to rate the driver and give him a generous tip for having to put up with the show.

~Holding onto every time you died inside~

You and Satoru got out of the car stumbling your way down the hall to his apartment.

~Take a look into my heart to give you life~

You didn’t even make it into his apartment, he couldn’t take it anymore pinning you up against the wall, his lust getting the better of him. He grabbed at your ass trying to take off your thong as he grinded against you kissing you deeply.

~Make a choice to either hide or stay in sight~

You stopped Satoru's attack on your lips. “Sa-to-ru…. Do you really wanna give your neighbors a show Satoru?” You pointed to an open door and two pairs if eyes watching you and Satoru.

~Gotta hurry coz I won't reveal my side of the story don't you see I've got it held up in my mind~

He glanced over at the prying eyes and picked you up running into his apartment.

~As the world around you is crumbling down (I've got you with my spell)~

He locked the door and ran straight into his room throwing you onto the bed.

~The only one that you can count on is yourself~

“I've been waiting for this all day my sweet, sweet (Y/N).” Started Satoru as he parted your legs, pulling off your thong. “Now pretty girl what can I do to you?” He asked gently pushing two fingers in hoping you being distracted would let him go further with you.

~I don't ever wanna fall in love~

“Sa-to-ruuuu!” You moaned out. “Fu-fuck.” You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

~Just let me play the game, make your skin feel numb~

“(Y/N) just give into your desires.” Satoru whispered into your ear as he ran his fingers over your soft skin making you tremble beneath him. “I see it in your eyes you’re trying so hard to fight it baby girl.”

~You could call my name, pretend to love for fun~

He was right you wanted him to do everything to you but, you wanted to make him wait. You took a deep breath in gathering your thoughts and coming down from your high. “S-Satoru, I-I want you to come up here and kiss me…. I love kissing you.”

~'Cause I don't care when you suck on my tongue~

Satoru did so, you attacked his lips kissing him deeply moaning into his mouth as his fingers went deeper.

~Can't you see, tonight you'll end up mine?~

Your hands traveled down unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out you gasped at the girth you felt as you wrapped your small hands around it.

~I'll do you fast and hard, you're gonna end up blind~

Satoru moaned out loudly at the sudden surprise. “Mmmmmm (Y/N) eager aren’t we little cupcake?” Cooed Satoru as he leaned in kissing your neck and started to untie your corset.

~I'll give you a sign and then you'll see in no time!~

All the air left your body as he finished undoing your corset. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took your dress off exposing you completely. Your face turned bright red, you wanted to hide, never in your life did you feel so vulnerable than in that moment. Your skin became hotter and hotter by the second as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. Deep inside you were panicking.

~All Right! All the tension, killer engine~

Satoru could feel the tension starting to build inside you. “(Y/N) if you want me to stop just say so…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said in a soothing voice instantly calming you down.

~Let's go, we're gonna BURN BURN BURN~

You inhaled a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “No Satoru please don’t stop…. This is amazing yet terrifying at the same time…. I’ve never been touched like this…. I’ve…. Never felt like this. Please do more to me Satoru.”

~What you want my lovin' for?~

“Well love what will you let me do to you?” He asked again this time actually wanting an answer from you.

~Stop begging me for more~

“I want you to d-do e-ev-everything to-to me-“

“Really!?” He said cutting you off. “You do!?” Satoru jumped at your approval getting ahead of himself he started to strip.

“Woah hold on a minute Satoru I'm not finished talking!” You shouted as he got on top of you pressing his member against your thigh. “F-fuck.” You wined out as his tip gently grazed your clit. “Th-this isn’t helping…. How do I say no when you’re literally on top of me looking at me like that.” A frustrated sigh left your lips.

He kept looking at you his ocean eyes filled with lust, wonder and excitement all melding together at once.

~Dance away your feelings and move to the sound~

“God damnit you’re making it so hard right now….” You mumbled.

“Did I make you crash? You can’t even form a coherent thought (Y/N).” Satoru said teasing you.

“Well gee I wonder why Satoru? I only have the sexiest man ever on top of me trying to fuck me.” You replied giving him a disgruntled look.

“And there she is! Okay can you give me a straight answer now darling?”

“What do you mean by that Satoru?” You questioned the white-haired man.

“You're calmer now aren’t you?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Then now that you’re thinking clearly I can get a straight answer from you?”

You started to tremble again.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N)?” Satoru asked his voice laced with concern as he got off of you.

“Y-you're just so intimidating Satoru.”

“But you’ve been teasing me all day why are you so nervous now?”

“I mean I can talk the talk Satoru but I am still a virgin so being in a intimate setting like this I'm scared, all these sensations are all so new to me…. I mean yea I’ve masturbated before but this is nothing like that…. This is so much better.” You took a deep breath in. “Okay I'm okay! I'm not ready to go all the way but you can do anything else to me Satoru.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips.

~Come on baby, GET DOWN!~

With that approval Satoru instantly went down on you. “Oh my Godddddddd!” You moaned out as he sucked on your clit. “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You wined out tugging on his soft white hair as you became a puddle at his touch.

~Love will never mean we have to think we're right~

Satoru ate you out like an animal that didn’t have a meal in weeks. The sound of him licking up your juices echoed through the room, that wonderful sound turned the both of you on so much….. Never in your life did you think someone could make you that wet.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

Your breath hitched as you felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse, you were getting close to an orgasm. “F-fu-fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuu I'm-I'm c-cu-cummmmmminggggggg!” You wailed out as your walls tightened around his fingers you came gushing into his mouth. You heard faint moans coming from Satoru as he licked up every last drop of your juices.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru finally came up for air, he had a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face of his. “Baby girl you taste delicious!” He cooed as he leaned in to kiss you making you taste yourself.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

“Why is this so hot?” You thought to yourself as Satoru sloppily kissed you making your juices dribble down your chin.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with a smirk stretched from ear to ear. “Lay down I wanna try something.” He did so, you got on his chest so you were in the 69 position.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

“Wait (Y/N) are you going to do what I think?” He asked you getting all excited.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

You didn’t answer him, instead you let your tongue do the talking as you licked the milky pre-cum off his tip, making him shiver at your touch. You let out a soft giggle as you slowly worked your way down his shaft paying the most careful attention to each part as you licked grazing your piercing over the smooth skin.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

“(Y-Y/N-N) you’re v-very na-naughty for a v-virgin.” Satoru moaned out as you encircled your mouth around his tip, making him gasp at the wonderful feeling. “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N)!” He whined out as he grabbed your ass diving back into your soaking core.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned out making your tongue vibrate against his shaft as you took it in it’s entirety down your throat causing Satoru to buck his hips almost making you choke.

~Let the power of desire unleash~

You continued to lick and suck taking complete control, Satoru stopped eating you out and just laid there becoming a hot mess beneath you.

~(Can't take this anymore)~

“Oh my God (Y/N) your tongue piercing feels a-am-amazinggggggg. If you k-keep this up I’m-I'm gonna burst!” Satoru moaned out as you deep throated him again. “F-fuck baby girl I'm getting close to cumming! G-gahhhhhh!”

~Without a second thought my passion slowly burns~

You continued to work Satoru until he couldn’t take it anymore, he came in your mouth and you took every last drop. Gently you sucked on the tip making him squirm finally you released yourself from his member.

Satoru pulled you off him and laid you down next to him as he pulled you in close. “Baby girl that was amazing!” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head.

~So take control and show me what it's worth~

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first blow job ever?” You asked him.

“No I wouldn’t.” He chuckled. “Well you’re really, really good at it! In fact that was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. That tongue piercing is something else.”

You blushed at the compliment. “T-thank you Satoru.” You rested your head on his chest and soon fell into a deep blissful sleep.

@divine-delight @g-umi @sassyeahhhh @marimagines @floweryimagine

[willa-marino]

“We need to find Damon,” Sutton and I finish Bianca’s sentence at the same time, and I curl my hands into fists. 

There’s a second’s worth of silence and then - “I’ll do it,” I go on to add, standing up slowly and stretching my arms above my head, turning to look out of one of the many huge windows in our villa. When I swivel back around to face the girls, I catch them hastily looking away from each other. I do my best to ignore their shared look, and the pang in my chest that comes unbidden. I push it away, down, lock it up tight. There’s no time. I’m already heading to my suite of rooms to pack.

“One of us can go with you,” Bianca says quietly, letting herself into my room, but only just so. She doesn’t trespass in further than the threshold, and I don’t say anything for a long moment, focusing on my current task at hand, which is packing. I tend to overdo it, so I’m trying not to. Just two dresses, a pair of heels, tennis shoes, jeans… fuck, I already know it’s too much. The tremor in my hands pisses me off so I flick my suitcase closed and order myself to take a deep breath, and then another one when it doesn’t initially work. It takes me a moment to form a reply. I clear my throat. 

“It’s fine, B. You can’t leave Sutton and she can’t leave you. Obviously it was always going to be me to track him down. I know him the best.” I laugh, trying to keep it light, but it doesn’t sound right. I cut myself off immediately and frown, feeling Bianca’s gaze on me. I know she wants to say more and so do I, honestly, but I don’t know how to form the words. I’m not good with them. I just want a knife in my hands, or one of my guns. I want the adrenaline rush that comes during a mission or right after, I want to smell blood, I want to run. But in the opposite direction of where I’m headed. 

I call myself a coward and stand up straighter. I respond well to cruelty. Sometimes you have to be a little mean to yourself. To get shit done. Whatever.

I force myself to look at Bianca. 

“We should be back in a few days,” I say, and my voice and hands have calmed. Thank god. I toss her an easy smile, but I know it doesn’t quite cover the raging anxiety pumping through my veins. “Wish me luck.” 

That had been two days ago. 

Tracking down Damon hadn’t been as difficult as I had initially thought, but deep down I knew it wasn’t going to be; I had been dragging my feet for the last month. When you worked for people who had the world’s best hackers at their beck and call, finding anyone was elementary school shit. That’s what Tom told me, anyway, as he sent me the last known coordinates of Damon’s cell phone. As a mentee, I didn’t have full access to the network that made getting this type of encrypted information possible, but I would. One day. 

“Can I do anything else for you, sugar?” His easy laughter made me wince, but Tom was cool. We got along fine, and I knew he looked forward to hearing from me, which is why I normally only spoke to Anais when I needed IT. Oh, well. There were worse things, and at the very top of that list was the job I had given to myself: find Damon. Kick his ass. Drag him back by his fucking earlobe if I had to. But time was running short and my connecting flight to Hawaii - really, Damon - was about to leave. I hung up after chirping back my thanks, mentally preparing myself to sit tight for a six hour flight. At least there’d been one last seat in first class. 

See you soon, Damon, I think to myself, and shut the window shade next to my seat vehemently closed.

Kauai is an island in the Central Pacific, part of the Hawaiian archipelago. It's nicknamed "the Garden Isle" thanks to the tropical rain-forest covering much of its surface. The dramatic cliffs and pinnacles of its Na Pali Coast have served as a backdrop for major Hollywood films, while 10-mile-long Waimea Canyon and the Nounou Trails traversing the Sleeping Giant mountain ridge are hiking destinations.

Well, we do love a quick Google search. I had a healthy dose of curiosity instilled in me thanks to the kind of work I do. I had already checked into my hotel, luggage safely stowed away, my more serious weapons locked away securely in the safe. I had been wandering around aimlessly for the better part of the last few hours, not quite ready to face my fate, but time was against me, as it always had been, and I forced myself, finally, to pivot myself in the direction of Damon’s coordinates. 

He’d picked a beautiful place to vacation; I would give him that if nothing else, because this was easy to give. This was nothing. I did not think about the circumstances of his trip or his company, who he was with. It didn’t matter, ultimately. We had a job to do. 

Don’t make it personal, he had told me once, so long ago now that looking back on the memory felt like looking back at someone else’s life. Don’t make it personal, and yet he conveniently left out the most important part: But don’t mind if I do. 

Put that away, I tell myself, and I finger the place where I have my favorite knife stowed. I can feel my heart beating against it and this comforts me when nothing else does: not the white sand beaches of this guttingly beautiful place or what I have to do next, what I have to face. I take a deep breath in through my nose, approaching the villa. The palm trees stir quietly in a near non-existent breeze. The sun is hot on my skin, the top of my head. 

I find myself reverting back to an old habit: counting. I count the steps it takes me to reach the front door, I count the pebbles on the ground at my feet, the number of flowered pots lining the walk. I count these things and other things too, and roll my shoulders back, steeling myself against this moment. For this moment. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” I say softly under my breath, and its almost as if he hears me, because the next moment finds me looking directly up into his face. Does he have the place rigged and he saw me coming? Possible. Very probable. 

“Willa,” he says, and I have not heard his voice in a month, and that’s what pushes the adrenaline through me, beating in time with my heart, filling my veins, overflowing into my mouth. I swallow it back, and for a moment, just a split second, really, that’s all I’ll allow myself, he is himself and I am me, and everything I deny to everyone, including myself, rushes up into my face and I let him see the truth, shining openly, plainly and thickly on my face like scar tissue. I undress the wound, peel the bandage back. I let him see what he has done to me, and surprise flickers intently on his face before he wipes it away too, but not so quickly that I didn’t see. In all the world he is the one person I know like the back of my hand. We are the same, I want to laugh and in my head I do. But I didn’t come here for this. 

Instead, I reach for my knife, taped beneath my left breast, and I swing my arm outwards, aiming for him, but he’s quicker, always has been, and I knew it was fruitless and futile to try but he knows how I am, and it is so much like him. There’s an appreciative curve to his mouth when he turns to block my blow, knocking my knife from my hand, and it clatters to the ground and I’m disappointed but accepting. His hands close down on both of my shoulders and it's like no time at all has passed except it has; eons of it. 

“Damon,” I say, and his name sounds normal in my mouth and the buzzing in my head has finally shut the fuck up after a month and I already know what that means, “Time to go.” 

He looks away from me, over his shoulder. Wistfulness replaces the expression on his face and I know why he wants to linger. 

“Time for that later,” I tell him simply, and I can almost believe it doesn’t hurt. “Leave a note if you have to, but we need to go. We have a flight to catch. They’re waiting for us.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, alright, just give me a moment.” 

I watch him turn on his heel. I force myself to look at his back, retreating from me. It certainly won’t be the last time I’ll see him like this. Better I get used to it now. Better I’m prepared for what is already inevitable. As with everything else, it’s only a matter of time.

[skullrock]

the campers, chapter three - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

chapter three: the truce

series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You and Steve bury the hatchet - and you’re not happy that you’re kind of enjoying his company.

warnings: swearin’!

word count: 2.7k

a/n: you can catch up on the series here! hope yall like the developments!

===

The next morning, you head off to breakfast, Dustin’s plea still ringing in your head. Once grabbing your food, you scan the cafeteria for Steve. You find him quickly, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. You can see him playing sadly with his french toast and bacon. It’s quite pitiful. Sighing heavily, you walk towards him, dragging your feet underneath you. You slam your tray down and pull out a chair. Steve looks up, surprised and confused.

“Hello?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his seat.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you take a drink of your juice, staring over the edge of your cup with narrowed eyes.

Steve wonders if maybe he’s a ghost. You don’t seem to be paying attention to him - well, except to glare. He looks around to see if anyone else notices, then clears his throat. “Uh -”

“I’m only sitting here because Dustin told me I should give you a chance, okay?” you spit. “That’s the only reason.”

“Oh.” Steve swallows hard and looks down at his tray again, unsure and anxious.

You continue to sit in silence while Steve picks at his food, before he finally says, “Look, I’m really sorry, okay?”

“Sure,” you scoff.

“I mean it!” He scoots his chair back and places his elbows on the table. “I really, truly mean it. I know I was a jerk -”

“Do you remember when you pushed me into the lake?”

He stares, dumbfounded.

“Or when you and your cronies stole my favorite t-shirt? Do you remember that?”

Steve frowns. “I don’t, but I’m sure it happened.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you remember?”

Steve leans back, thinking. A faint smile crosses his face. “I remember that bracelet you always used to wear. With the glass beads? It was blue, wasn’t it?”

You blink. “Yeah, it was.”

“I remember that.”

“What else do you remember?”

Steve sighs. “Not much. I remember I was a major asshole, but I don’t remember exactly what I did.”

“Maybe Tommy can remind you,” you say bitterly.

“Tommy?” Steve scoffs. “I haven’t talked to Tommy since junior year.”

“Oh.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he says, “I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. No one did. God… I was such an asshole.”

You laugh. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that just because I’m here.”

His brows furrow. “But I mean it.” He pushes his french toast with his fork again. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know I don’t like who I was.”

You both frown, staring down at the table. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, though - it feels more comfortable than anything between you two has ever been.

You realize that Steve’s a broken boy. He fell hard on his royal ass, and now he’s nothing but a jester. You feel pity for him. You can see your younger self in him, lacking confidence and self love. He’s lost and confused, and he desperately needs someone to provide him a map. You decide you’re going to help him, as much as you dislike him.

You extend your hand out to him. “Truce?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“I want to call a truce.”

Steve stares at your hand hesitantly before taking it, shaking firmly. You drop your hand and resume eating, asking him about what he’s been up to since the last time you saw him. Steve’s shocked, but happy. He starts to eat his own food, finally, feeling a bit better about himself.

===

“I got a C- in chemistry,” Steve says.

“Then what are you doing here?”

You’re trying to teach Steve some of the more elementary-level chemistry experiments. He has to learn how to do everything before he’s placed where he most excels. You know immediately he won’t be excelling here - which is fine, of course. So you attempt to teach him some fun things that would most likely impress a boy who paid more attention to girls than class.

“I didn’t fail,” he says. “I just… barely passed.”

“How many times did you use dumbass chemistry pickup lines on the girls in class?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, but he’s smiling. “What are we doing?”

“It’s called ‘cloud in a bottle.’” You hand him a pair of goggles. “Put these on.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do you want to burn your eyes out?”

“But I don’t look good in these.”

You roll your eyes, putting yours on. “Who are you trying to impress, Steve? There’s no one here.”

He sighs loudly and puts them on, adjusting his hair to make himself look more presentable. You roll your eyes once again and hand him a plastic bottle and alcohol. “Pour enough in to just cover the bottom.”

He does so. You notice how his eyebrows knit together when he thinks, how he bites his tongue to focus. Quietly, you say, “You’ve got this, Steve.”

“Thanks.”

“Swirl it around in the bottle so it coats the sides.”

He does so dramatically. You can tell he used to be the class clown. You take it from him when he’s done and place it down, grabbing an inflation tube and a rubber stopper. You put them together as Steve watches - he seems interested, at least. You put the rubber stopper attached to the inflation tube into the top of the bottle. “Watch this, okay?”

You start to pump the inflater, allowing air to enter the bottle. You firmly push on the rubber stopper to keep it in the bottle. Steve thinks you’re overdoing it - it looks like the bottle is just going to combust. He almost says something, but you finally stop, quickly removing the stopper. When it’s removed, a cloud shows itself in the bottle, coming out of the top as well.

Steve jumps back. “Holy shit!”

You laugh. “Yeah, man, it makes a cloud!”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, then places them on his hips. “That’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Watch your mouth!”

He’s shocked. “There’s no kids here!”

You smile and elbow him gently. “Now you try the whole thing by yourself.”

Steve does so, and it goes well. He’s perhaps even more excited this time than he was the first time. He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. Clouds in bottles are cool.

“If this is what we did in class, I would have liked it more,” he says, taking off the goggles.

“You’re very easy to please.”

“It’s a cloud in a bottle, dude!”

“I’m aware,” you quip. “There’s more you should learn, but I think you would probably like to learn how to do something physical?”

He nods enthusiastically. “What do you have in mind?”

===

You’d never seen someone kayak for the first time without flipping, but Steve manages to do it flawlessly. He’s really good at it, too; his strong arms certainly help. You watch him as he smiles, dipping the paddle in the water; right, then left, smoothly and calmly. He learned the strokes easily, expertly reverse stroking and sweep stroking. He’s in his prime here on the lake, and you can’t help but smile as you watch him.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you relaxed.”

“I like moving,” he says. “Keeps my mind off of stuff.”

You nod. “Well, you’re pretty good at it.”

Steve smiles and avoids your eyes. “Thanks.”

The sun is setting, casting a pink and orange glow on the water and land. You bask in the breeze, Steve joining beside you. “It’s pretty, huh?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I love it out here.”

“Me, too.”

Steve doesn’t talk too much, or crack a smile around you; but he beams and hits your kayak with his paddle. “Race you to the shore?”

“No, Steve, that’s dangerous -”

He splashes water at you and grins, his nose scrunching. “You just don’t want to lose.”

You splash water at him, too, irritated, but it only sparks a war. Soon, you’re soaking wet, as is Steve, and you can’t stop laughing. You’re pissed - you don’t want him to make you laugh. And yet he does, dorky charm and toothy grin making you double over in your kayak.

“Okay, come on, cut it out,” you pant. “Seriously, Steve, stop.”

Steve’s a little disheartened - he thought you were having fun for once. But he relents, paddling slowly back to shore while you watch him, angry at yourself for giving in. You just wanted a truce, not a friendship. Despite your wishes, you can feel the cracks in your plan starting to form; and you’re starting to get a soft spot for the guy.

===

Over the next two weeks, Steve excels in everything. He takes a bit longer to grasp some of the STEM concepts, but he’s a fast learner. Steve surprises even himself at how good he’s doing, even getting the hang of math he never, ever knew before. He wonders if it’s from the learning environment. Whatever it is, he loves it, and he’s having a lot of fun. Even Dustin notices how good he’s doing.

“Holy shit, that might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Dustin says one night at dinner. “I never thought you’d be able to explain what velocity is.”

Steve taps his fingers on his temple. “Knew this thing in my head would work sometime.”

“You’re doing great man, really,” Dustin says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “What do you think your designation will be?”

“I hope it’s intramurals.” Steve smiles faintly. “That would be pretty fun.”

“Yeah, well, the girls sure do like watching you.”

Steve drops his fork. “What? What girls? Which ones?”

Suzie comes over then, though, and Steve’s left in the dark. He’d ask you, later - you would probably give him the hard truth.

===

The next day, everyone waits to get their designations. You all wait in the conference room that you started in, chattering excitedly. Except for Steve, who is more anxious than he’d be if an interdimensional monster had sprung through the wall.

Steve bounces his leg beside you, and you reach out to stop him. “You’re shaking the entire table.”

“I’m nervous,” he groans. “What if they don’t place me anywhere?”

You roll your eyes. “First of all, you have to have a designation. Secondly, you’ve been good at everything. Stop worrying.”

“Am I good at everything?”

You almost make a joke, but you remember how unsure of himself he was the first day you officially talked to him. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes. “You are, Steve. You’ve impressed everyone here. Even me. And that means a lot, because I don’t find you as attractive or cool as some of the other people here do.”

Steve gasps and leans forward. “Who?”

“Alright, don’t cream your pants, bud,” you say. “Everyone here is just really taken with you, alright?”

It’s true. The female cabin has not stopped talking about Steve since the first day. They’re in love with him - it makes you sick. You tried to reason with them, change the subject, but it’s no use. Steve’s the popular guy yet again, just like he was at camp when you were younger. It’s like a never ending cycle of hell when it came to Steve in your life. At least this time, the attention doesn’t go to his head.

Not only the women, but the men love him, too. They think he’s “righteous,” despite being mostly quiet. They like that he’s dorky, but strong and handsome at the same time. It gives them hope, which you find quite hilarious. 

Your comments don’t deter them, though. Steve’s close with everyone at camp, loved by all: but he tends to stick to you for some reason. You’re his mentor, sure, but you don’t understand why he chooses to sit with you at lunch, or accompany you to the science labs. He’s like a fly that you can’t swat away - and you’re almost, kind of enjoying his company.

Steve leans back, trying to hide his smile. He doesn’t want to seem like the attention gets to his head, because it doesn’t. He just likes to feel liked. He likes to feel like he has a home where he’s comfortable, safe, and appreciated. He’s found that here, and he’s really happy about it. The light is back in his eyes, the spring back in his step, and he just feels like himself. For perhaps the first time in his life.

Josh enters and claps his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. Steve grabs onto your bicep nervously, and you roll your eyes, shrugging out of his grip. He then starts to bounce his leg again, and you think maybe you should have just let him cling onto you instead.

“You’ve all impressed us so much the past two weeks!” Josh exclaims. “Really, really well done. We’ve found a place for everyone easily. Are you all ready?”

Steve’s stomach flips and his leg starts going faster.

“For fuck’s sake, Steve, calm down,” you hiss, but you feel excited for him, too. You elbow him gently and give him a reassuring smile.

Steve waits for his name to be called. Everything else seems like white noise as his thoughts race. What if he’s not good at anything? What if he gets placed somewhere that he isn’t good at? What if he fails?

“Steve, you’re on intramurals.”

He nearly jumps out of his chair. It takes all of his self control not to - instead, he punches the air under the table, a breath of relief coming out of him. You look over at him and hold up your hand, signaling for a high five. He gives you one - it makes your hand sting, but his happiness is infectious.

“You did it,” you whisper. “Good for you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You scoff. “No, Steve - you did it.”

I did it. It feels weird for him to say it in his head, but a wave of relief and calm runs over him. I did it.

You’re placed in the science area, of course, which you’d done last year. You consider yourself to be good at it - plus, the kids always had fun. Their reactions to the experiments were very similar to Steve’s, and it never failed to make you smile. You’d be able to see your favorite campers there, too. You were always impressed with what Dustin and Suzie could do.

As everyone files out, Steve looks to you, face twisted in concern. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will I ever - you know - see you?”

It’s an odd question, and Steve hurriedly adds, “I mean - because we’re friends, you know. It would be weird not to see you now.”

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria and at night,” you say. “Weekends, too. The staff always has late night bonfires. I’ll see you there, okay?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” There’s another awkward pause before he adds, “Thanks for mentoring me. I learned a lot.”

A laugh escapes your lips. “You should thank Josh for putting us together when I begged him not to.”

Steve’s face falls. “You… begged not to be paired with me?”

You mentally kick yourself. “That was before the truce, Steve.”

He frowns and grabs his things. “Okay.”

Steve really thought you were actually friends now. And even if your begging was before the truce, it still hurt. He didn’t mean to bother you - he just thought you both got along well. His shoulders slump as he heads for the exit, and you call out, “Steve?”

He turns around, jaw clenched. “Yeah?”

“I’m happy he paired us.”

“You don’t have to say that -”

“I mean it.” You walk towards him and hold our your pinkie. “I mean it. I don’t want to enjoy your presence, Steve, but I do.”

He smiles and rolls his eyes a bit, taking your pinkie. “I’m just that irresistible.”

“Alright, don’t push it.”

“Right - sorry.”

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“K SIDE: PURPLE 06”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

K - Side: Purple (Chapter List)

The next day.

Yukari calmly appeared on the vacant lot and asked Hase to practice.

"Please, teacher."

Hase could only scratch his head and growl, "Um.", at Yukari who said again.

He wasn't mad at Yukari. Rather, he just wondered if he was in a bad mood for Yukari. He didn't know why he adopted such a tough attitude, but Hase knows that he is a boring person. Somehow, he thinks he has touched something that should not be touched.

Hase crossed his arms.

Holding a wooden sword, Yukari stood there. The expression is a bit strained, probably because even this boy really cares about yesterday. On the other hand, Hase seemed to like the attitude of not apologizing or making an excuse. He's begging for him to teach him, but he doesn't want to give up yesterday's anger.

On the contrary, even if he pushes that anger away, this boy wants to learn the sword by himself.

Hase exhaled heavily and faced Yukari with a wooden sword in hand.

"Yukari. I'll take back what I said earlier."

Yukari blinks. Hase smiles as he holds his sword before his eyes.

"I said I was in the middle of my own training, but I wanted to see the limits of your talent. As a teacher of the Miwa Meishin style, I will teach you properly from now on."

"……"

It was the first time he saw this boy's expression overflowing with joy.

Hase felt ticklish and at the same time remembered regret for having gone away for the first time in a long time. Hase yells cheerfully, shaking thoughts from him and clutching the handle of the sword.

"Alright! Attack from anywhere!"

"Yes."

Yukari's response was calm, as if he was trying to curb the overflowing joy. However, the flames of fire in his eyes are no different than yesterday. Curiosity and passion. It seems that defeat and regret are not in Yukari's heart at all.

The flexible body jumps without hesitation and hits hard. Hase's eyes narrowed dazzlingly and met him squarely.

Truth be told, yesterday's fix was Hase's fault.

The difference in ability between Hase and Yukari is clear. He is a first-class sword master, and a beginner who has just grasped the sword. It would have been easy for Hase to get rid of Yukari without having to leave him so badly.

However, he did not do that because Hase's instinct as a swordsman seemed higher than he expected upon seeing a sword for the first time in a long time.

To put it in other words, Yukari's talent was incredible. He wanted to work as a swordsman, not as a teacher. Thus, he played a trick like taking him down with a single attack and stun him.

However, Hase is different now.

As a master he was seriously adjusting to face the swordsman Mishakuji Yukari.

As a result, what happened was that Yukari was "cut" dozens of times.

He smashed his head, penetrated between his eyebrows, cut his neck, hit his chest, slaughtered his belly, and both hands and feet were shattered.

Of course, that was not the case. Hase's wooden sword didn't even touch Yukari. Everything came to a halt in a single attack, leaving Yukari to naturally admit defeat.

Yukari squeezed his omnipotence and tried to resist. He wants to do at least one attack. Otherwise, he will want to stop using the sword. Surprisingly mature Yukari, only with a youthful spirit, boldly attacked and did everything to the max.

"Okay, that's it!"

Hase bows with the wooden sword at his waist. Sweat is slightly wetting him, and he can't even see how tired he is.

On the other hand, Mishakuji had his wooden sword against the ground for support, and he was standing there with a sigh at best.

"Uh..."

Sorry to overdo it. Yesterday, it was likely that he had hit him badly, so this time he was more careful than necessary. It may have damaged the child's self-esteem.

Hase pulled the water bottle from his chest and handed it to Yukari. Yukari leans on the wooden sword and looks him in the eye.

"Take it."

"……"

Returning something head-on, Yukari received it. In that rhythm, power is released from his waist and sticks to the spot. Sweat beading his brows, Mishakuji straightened his knees and sat down again, resting his mouth on the water bottle.

Hase does the same, after seeing Purple take a breath.

"You are bold."

With that said, Mishakuji looked mysteriously at Hase.

"But you're too bold. I'm impressed that you just drop your defenses and avoids and jump just to hit me."

"But if I don't, I couldn't manage to even attack my master."

Hase responds to Yukari's unsatisfied voice as if to remind him.

"It would not be possible to just attack. Since you are faced with a sword, the main way is to control the opponent and find the winning line. You can also sit down and look for your opponent's weaknesses, right?"

"Against an opponent you can't beat, do you mean to stay until you win?"

"Instead of a special attack prepared to smash, I still have more eyes on that."

Yukari still seems dissatisfied. Ask yourself.

"Isn't that beautiful?"

"……"

Yukari did not reply and refused. Hase crossed his arms with a "Fu."

"I really don't understand what you mean by 'beauty'. Is it more important than the outcome of a win or a loss?"

Yukari looked up and looked at Hase. No matter the technique, after practicing for a month or so, he has come to understand a bit what this kid is thinking. That is to say,

"What? Don't you get it right?"

Yukari had a bad expression on his face.

Hase was about to explode. Still, this boy's desire for "beautiful things" may not be false. He just can't put it into words.

Hase also understood that feeling. Originally he is not the one who speaks well. He takes into account what he feels, and he has spent half of his life that way.

After a while, Yukari said in a low voice.

"The sword movement you showed me that night was beautiful."

That night was when the bully who was attacking Yukari, was hit by a "quick hit". Yukari connects the words.

"I don't know how to put it. He's straight, slim, and doesn't hesitate. I might find him 'beautiful'."

Ah, Hase seemed to be good at it.

"Sure. Sword art can have the 'beauty' you say if you go all the way. I don't know if I've reached that level."

"No."

Looking at Hase, Mishakuji says in a strong tone.

"That is not the case. The technique was certainly beautiful. So…"

Having said that, Mishakuji stopped.

Hase bows his head. So…? Hase, who admits to himself and others, could not guess the words that followed.

Mishakuji looked at Hase with a kind look, but soon sighed as if he had given up. He stands up, puts the sword on his waist and thanks.

"Thanks for practicing with me today."

"Oh, also, nice to practice with you too."

Hase also hastily got up and bowed. Seeing that, Mishakuji laughed. Unable to understand the meaning of the smile, Hase scratched his head with his hand.

"Well for now, are you going home for today?"

"Before that, let's take a shower. Sayuri makes a lot of noise when I come back dirty. Would you like to eat at 'Hanawarabe' today?"

"Um, that's correct. Let's do that."

When Hase starts walking, Yukari follows him. Hase and Mishakuji went home together, with a bitter smile in their heart, saying that it was very different from yesterday.

++++++++++

Noriya Haraki was sitting in a corner of the detention center and looking at his hands.

Around the room, criminals with similar circumstances crouched in the same way. It's not a herd or a fight, and he casts a vague glance beyond the walls, ceilings, and railings. Realizing that he was definitely one of them, he clicked his tongue.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He is not a person to be put in such a place.

It does not mean that he is not guilty. If that's the case, he has been counting it over and over again. Since he was less than 20 years old, he has been stealing and swindling. If society were to be divided back and forth, then he would definitely be a "later" resident.

Still, he feels the current treatment of him is unfair.

There are supposed to be younger people here. Young pawns, they know nothing and can be treated as convenient for the group. As a young leader, that's what these guys do here, that's the industry.

However, the "youth" are gone.

Did they turn to charcoal or ash and spread to the ground or scattered across the sky? Life and existence have disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk!"

Remembering that moment, his body trembles.

If he had returned to Takeido-cho's office at that time, he too would have disappeared from the world.

What is still burned on the back of the eyelids is bright red and black.

Kagutsu's flame that burns the night sky.

Men in black screaming frantically in that context.

Until now, he thought that he belonged to a violent organization. He thought that he was a powerful person. Most people had to resist that power. Everyone knew that they would panic and succumb to the violence that crept through the web of law.

It was sweet.

Those who belonged to the same organization as him, with high ranks and more terrifying, begged for forgiveness while crying, burned alive and stuck. He witnessed the apparition.

"Purgatory", a group of talented people with the "Red King" at the top.

Just remembering the name, he doesn't stop shaking. He knew there was an extraordinary ability to live in the underworld, but the calamity caused by "Purgatory" was a different order of magnitude. That is not a type of violence, it is "destruction".

"Purgatory" is a group of monsters that spread "destruction" on themselves.

The extraordinary idea of ​​avenging the death of his companions did not exist in his head. Everything is a potentially deadly species. Once he got a lot of money, he was going to run away somewhere.

That was…

"Damn!"

He got angry and damn his lack of luck. For those who were fed up with "Niibangai", if they were to squeeze a bit, the money to escape would have accumulated. To make money at the moment, he should have been able to wholesale some of Ajima-gumi's "assets", which are difficult to collect, and illegal "assets." That way, he could have gotten enough money to live.

It's about that kid and the giant guy. That's when he hit the ground with his fist as he cursed.

"Noriya Haraki."

Being called by his name, he suddenly raised his face. An officer was behind the iron grate.

"Get out."

"What?"

Involuntarily, he raised his eyes and said that. He has been detained now because some crimes have been revealed, but he should not have been released so soon.

To answer that question, the officer was in a clerical tone,

"A benefactor has appeared. You are released."

He wondered who he was.

Benefactor? For him now?

Confusion swirled in his head. Ajima-gumi's group should have been wiped out, but maybe there were some who survived like him. Such hope arose suddenly and he got up. He bowed and walked out the open prison door.

Accompanied by the officer, he walked down the corridor inside the police station. Meanwhile, he heard a cheerful voice from the back of the corner.

"Here, and here, and then, uh, here? No, sorry. I've never written such a document. Hahahaha."

Hearing the voice, he reflexively stopped.

"...? What's wrong? Go on."

Even if requested by the officer in charge, he remains at the scene.

Somehow, a dark premonition clung to the hope he had in his heart. He will not proceed as he is. It is much better to turn around and go back into that prison.

"Hey, come on. Go ahead!"

Still, the officer gives him a shove. He began to walk indeterminately. Like a prisoner, he climbs thirteen steps. The moment he turned the corner, he knew his intuition was correct.

The man who was writing the documents at the reception suddenly looked up and saw him.

Thread-thin eyes on the back of sunglasses. A smile that seems to stick to his mouth, and in a black suit like a undertaker.

"Ah, Noriya Haraki-san. Nice to meet you. I'm Soma Hitoshi from 'Purgatory'. If you have any questions, could you come with me?"

Saying it in a fuzzy voice, Soma set fire with the missing little finger of his left hand and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Request: Heart Break (Marcus Volturi x Reader)

You were very young when taken in by Marcus, around three or four years old. It wasn’t easy for either of you, the two of you only becoming truly comfortable with one another by the time you were six. In that time, your bond had become almost unbreakable and you in particular had become very close to Marcus. For not even a second, did Marcus regret his decision of taking you in, even when things were at their worst. To be a parent was certainly a gift and the precious moments he had with you was his reward.Although everyone could tell you knew something wasn’t right with Marcus. Not that he was a vampire but instead that he seemed sad, all the time. In fact that seemed to be the major barrier between the two of you. 

“Oh my…” Marcus could help but chuckle at the mess you hair was in. The front was well done, but the back was knotted worse than it likely was when you woke up. “What on Earth happened here?” Marcus walked into the bathroom. “I couldn’t get them out!” Your tiny voice replied. “Then it was taking too long!” Marcus chuckled, you were just like Didyme. She too was never patient enough to fix her hair. It drove Sulpicia to madness that Didyme just couldn’t sit still for that sort of thing. She preferred to be outside or even reading, doing anything other than that. Didyme always had been an adventurous girl, even as a child and specks of that nature seemed to resonate in you. “Patience is key, my dear.” Marcus smiled, remembering he’d had to say the same to Didyme many times before. “Now let’s see if we can fix this, hm?” Marcus picked up the comb. “Let me know if it pulls, understand?” You nodded. Marcus was careful to separate the knotted hair to give it selective attention. Slowly and lightly pulling the comb on the ends. As he made his way up, knots he remembered many times Didyme standing in front of him. 

“Blast these things!” Didyme huffed. “No ones hair is supposed to sit like this!” Marcus chuckled. “Patience is key, my love.” Marcus hands were weaving into Didyme’s hair, removing every little pin that kept her hair in place. “I’m never letting Sulpicia touch my head again! Mark my words! She overdoes it every time!” “Nearly done…” Marcus reassured Didyme. 

Marcus’ eyes lifted to yours in the reflection. “Nearly done…” He barely managed the words out as he realised how similar the scenes were. Instead of it being an impatient Didyme, it was his impatient child’s hair he was fixing. “There. Now to smooth it out and it’ll be done.” Marcus frowned slightly, his lips moving into a tight line, doing his best not to get upset in front of you. He noticed your eyes flicker up at him through the mirror. He exhaled, doing his best to hide his heartbroken expression from you. “There, all done.” Marcus briskly left the room without another word. “Thank you…” He heard you say quietly. He kept walking, a hand covering his mouth.

No one could forget the first time you asked about Didyme. It was when Caius took you to bed one night. “Uncle Caius?” “Yes, sweetie?” Caius said quietly as he made sure you were tucked in. “Do you know why Dad is so sad sometimes?” Caius paused, looking at you. He was uncertain of how to answer since you were so young but perhaps it was better you knew rather than being kept in the dark. Caius lay down beside you and you immediately leaned into him. “A very long time ago, your father was married. Sadly, his wife passed on and sometimes he is very sad because he misses her.” “Where did she go?” “We don’t know, sweetheart. Some of us would like to think she’s now in heaven.” “Like an angel?” “Yes, my dear, a beautiful angel watching over us all, even you.” Caius smiled slightly at you. “Will dad get a new wife?” Caius looked over at you, somewhat sadly. “No, sweetheart. No, I don’t think so.”

The leaders discovered you loved to draw and it was often a pass time as well as a distraction to keep you occupied whilst they worked. Aro smiled as you ran up to him paper in hand and seconds later Alec was behind you. “Hello, little ones.” Aro’d smile gleamed as he smoothed back some hair out of your face. “What’s this?” Aro bent down to your level. “Did you do this?” Aro looked down at the drawing of a butterfly. Of course it wasn’t accurate, it was a child’s drawing. Although that didn’t make it any less sweet to look at that. Especially your grinning smile behind as you presented it. “Alec helped me colour it!” You rocked on your heels. Alec moved to Aro’s side. “That’s divine, dear ones. It’s magnifico!” Aro nodded at Alec whilst giving the two of you praise. Aro knew Alec tried his best with other children. Jane wasn’t as open to the idea. For Alec to make an attempt with you, was very promising. He always seemed to watch over you. Not quite protective, but Alec always had his eye on you - just in case you were to wander off or be hurt.

“You’re very special, you know.” Athenodora smiled at you reaching out for you. You were ten and only had more questions about everyone’s behaviour. The twins were always angry, your father always sad. Caius was and Aro could be scary at times and the other guards...none of them were the same towards other people as they were to you. Now that you were older, you couldn’t help but notice. “I am?” You asked walking into her arms. "You see, you have a gift." Athenodora said as she lifted you into her lap, prepared to do it as much as she could whilst you were still young. Then again, you had another thing coming if you thought you wouldn’t be in her lap even as an adult.  "I do?" "Yes, and it's not a gift in terms of a shield like Reneta or illusions of pain like Jane or even the ability to read ones mind. You've had it even as a baby. I can tell you about it if you like." You nodded. "Well when you were brought here, only an infant at the time, we were going to care for you. Aro, Marcus, Caius, myself and Sulpicia. You gravitated towards Marcus very quickly and soon enough we took a step back and Marcus became more of the traditional father figure. We, in turn, took a more secondary guardian position. However, it wasn't long before I discovered one of your many greatest qualities. You were attached to him because you can sense the vulnerability in people and welcome it. You appreciate it and you're the type of person people can trust themselves with. If you catch on to any void within a person's soul, you will do everything you can to fix it. That's a beautiful trait, (Y/N)." "So I'm not gifted like the twins?" "No, dear, not like them. You are gifted in your own way that's just as important as the most powerful gift. You open your heart to people and overcome any pain that comes with it."

When you became a teenager, sometimes he still had these moments of pain but now you were more equipped for them, prepared even to help him.

You found Marcus kneeling on the floor of his room. “Dad?”  “Yes little one?”  “Are you okay?” He didn’t speak but slowly nodded. “Yes.” You barely heard it and knew immediately that he wasn’t okay. “Dad, look at me please?” Marcus turned, his black eyes meeting yours with a look of heart-break. 

You immediately hurried forward crouching behind him and wrapping him in a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder. Marcus’ head lowered slightly before you felt him lift your hand and press a light kiss to the top of your hand.  “You’re very sweet.” He said quietly.  “I hate seeing you sad.” You mumbled.  “I found her necklace.” Marcus opened his palm revealing the necklace. “I thought it was gone, or that she’d lost it.”  “It’s really pretty.” You gazed down at it.  “One of many.” Marcus wore a ghost of a smile although it was drowned out by sadness. “This one had much more sentimental value to her.”  “Maybe she’d be glad that you have it and keeping it safe.” You lightly offered the comfort to him. Marcus didn’t respond. You never said her name. You didn’t know what to consider Didyme since you never knew her. You didn’t know if she was your mother and you didn’t know how much pain it would cause Marcus to hear her name, so you didn’t dare.  

You didn't know what to expect when Marcus summoned you to his room. Since that night he had been keeping to himself, still healing from a wound that happened so many years ago. "Dad?" "Hello, my dear. Come in." You closed the door behind you and moved to sit beside him on his bed. "I have something for you." He said. "You do?" Marcus nodded with a small smile before standing up and moving to his drawers across the room. He held something in his hand but you couldn't see what it was. "I've thinking about you a lot lately." You went to speak but Marcus beat you to it. "For once I haven't been worrying about you." "Then, what's wrong?" "Wrong? Nothing is wrong, my dear. I've just been thinking about all these years, watching you grow up. You remind me of my beloved Didyme." You were startled that he said her name. "You always have, even as a child. I'll admit that I once feared that about you but I began to see the gift in it." Marcus opened his hand and you saw the golden pendant in his hand. "She adored this necklace. Every time she left the castle, she wore it, even if it was just to the gardens. She had many jewels but she never had as much love for them as she did for this one." "Why that one?" You asked. Marcus cracked a smile. "It was the first one I ever gave her." Your face softened, looking down at it. "Ever since she never parted with it." Marcus took a breath. "She'd hate that was hidden away in here and quite frankly so would I. We never had children of our own blood but I know she'd have wanted to pass it down. If she was here, I'd quite frankly never hear the end of it." Marcus held out his hand. "So I'm giving it to you, our child." "Wait, what? I couldn't- it means a lot to you." You said quickly. "Because it meant a lot to her, but i know what she'd have wanted and I'd like to see it worn again." Suddenly you remembered his words. "Did you say 'our child'?" Marcus smiled. "I know she never got to meet you but...I also know she'd love you more than anything in the world. If I'm your father then she is most certainly your mother." You felt a lump in your throat, overcome with emotion.  Marcus stood up, moving behind you to place the necklace on your neck and clasp it. Finally, he moved any hair in the way. "That's better." Marcus smiled slightly and no longer could you hold back your tears. You covered your face immediately. You didn't dare even say her name after all these years but to find out Marcus considered her your mother. It was a bittersweet feeling, that only made you wish you met her even more. Yet still you were elated to know you had a mother. "I know, dear one." You heard Marcus say as he sat beside you once more. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. "I know." He did. He knew the feeling better than anyone. Marcus wished more than anything that you'd have gotten to meet Didyme. You two were so alike after all. You looked up at him against his chest and for a brief moment he saw you as a child again, your eyes boring into his own, mouth slightly agape with wonder. "Thank you..." Your childlike voice said. "For what, little one?" Marcus asked before blinking, shunning his imagination away. "For being my dad." You were older again, tears dripping down your cheeks. "You don't need to thank me." Marcus shook his head. 

[xxx-cat-xxx]

Broken Bottles Form A Star

Characters: Natasha & Clint

Word Count: 2k

Tags: Natasha Romanov is not a Robot, Clint Barton is a Good Bro, Friendship, Alcohol abuse, References to sexual coercion, Vomiting

Summary: Clint isn’t sure whether he can fix any of this. He knows for certain that she doesn’t want him to. But whatever mess Natasha is, part of her has become his mess by now.

A/N: Thanks so much to @whumphoarder​ for beta reading!

Natasha is still wearing her rented $3,000 evening gown. In the run-down pub, the shimmering green fabric laced with precious stones makes her stand out like a peacock in a crowd of ravens, but apparently she’s been slumped over the bar long enough that the regular crowd stopped paying attention. Most of them have congregated around a table in the corner, playing cards and taking turns cursing loudly in a language Clint only knows fragments of.

Make-up is smeared all around Nat’s eyes and her head is essentially lolling on her elbows, almost hitting the top of the counter every few seconds before she drags it back up. It can’t have been more than three hours since they separated—Clint in search for the best beef stroganoff that Saint Petersburg has to offer, Nat ostensibly to meet an old friend. He should have never believed her in the first place, given that Nat’s use of that word invariably involves quotation marks, but he has to give it to her that she managed to get hammered very efficiently in the brief period since then.

He plants himself squarely in her field of vision, knowing better than to touch her. “We’re leaving,” he states.

Nat squints hard to force her eyes to focus on him, then opens her mouth as if to object. Instead, her shoulder hitch and she belches a mouthful of alcoholic breath into his face. Clint wrinkles his nose but doesn’t move an inch.

She swallows thickly. “‘S place’s a shithouse,” she announces before slipping down from the barstool without any of her usual grace.

“Exactly.” Clint is secretly glad for her lack of resistance; the last thing he needs after today’s mission is making it into the local news for the bar fight that would certainly start if it looked like he was taking her away against her will. He locates Nat’s coat on the stool next to her and places it over her shoulders. 

“Put that on,” he orders. She doesn’t make any attempt to move, so he does it for her, managing to stuff her arms into the sleeves like he’d do for a child, but doesn’t bother with the buttons.

The bar has fallen silent. All eyes follow Clint as he throws a bunch of bills on the counter, hoping it’s enough for the impressive row of shot glasses lined up next to the assassin, and positions her arm around his shoulders. Nat isn’t heavy; he could have easily picked her up and carried her, but even in the intoxicated state she’s in, he doubts she would have let him.

Instead, he takes on most of her weight as they step out into the freezing night air. His motorbike is parked in the shadows around the corner, out of sight of drunkards who could get silly ideas.

“So, what was this about? Not a fan of ballet, huh?” he jokes while they slowly shuffle through the icy rain, mostly to fill the silence. "Yeah, it's a snooze-fest."

Her face darkens momentarily, just long enough for him to register it as something to remember. She doesn’t reply, but suddenly tries to pull away from him, which only makes both of them slip on the wet snow covering the ground.

“Fuck, Nat,” he swears. “Work with me here.”

Her face is stony. He helps her onto the bike, orders her to keep holding on to him while he speeds up to the limit, mentally preparing himself to catch her in case she passes out during the twenty-minute drive to their motel.

She doesn’t. “Stop. Clint, stop,” she moans instead when they’ve barely covered a third of the way. He’s momentarily happy that she is lucid enough to remember his name, but then he more feels than hears her cough wetly into his shoulder. Swearing under his breath, he stops the bike a second too late. There is already liquidy vomit soaking through the front of her gown.

“Fuck,” she mutters before gagging again.

“It’s alright,” he sighs. “Just get it out of your system.”

Nat doesn’t even bother to get down, just grabs his jacket for balance and bends over the side of the bike as she throws up again. It’s far from the first time Clint’s seen her get wasted; she’s drunk agents twice her size under the table. But it is the first time he’s witnessed her overdoing it to the point where it makes her sick, and that worries him. 

He racks his brain to figure out what is different about this mission, but he comes up empty. If anything, it was easier than the other ones they’ve tackled together in the half a year they’ve known each other, and it definitely involved less violence from both sides. They infiltrated a Tchaikovsky ballet performance to incapacitate a former US illegal arms dealer with poison―not enough to kill him, but enough to make it impossible for him to make a run for it when the police will storm his apartment tonight after their anonymous tip-off.

Clint’s distaste for high culture coupled with the jetlag meant that he dozed through much of the remaining show while Nat seemed to grow more and more tense beside him. He mentally berates himself for not realising something was off before she went on to her personal pub crawl.

But the self-reproach can wait for later―the priority at the moment is to get her somewhere safe and comfortable. “You done?” he asks when the current round of puking seems to be over. Nat hiccups and nods, still panting short, warm clouds of breath into the air. 

“Hold tight.” Clint pulls her back upright and kickstarts the engine. “Give a warning if you need me to stop again.”

She does so when they have almost reached the motel. This time he has to grab her around the waist to keep her from toppling off the bike altogether while the heaves wrack her frame. He’d almost be impressed at the sheer amount of liquor she brings up, if it wasn’t straight-up worrying.

Nat’s swaying dangerously by the time he opens the heavy door to their temporary stay—a shady room and a half with a mouldy bathtub and hidden surveillance cameras outside each window. She steadies herself against the wall to kick off her high heels, then seems to almost fall asleep there until Clint peels her out of her coat and lets her lean against him as they enter the room.

“Let’s get you into bed,” he directs.

She only gags in response.

“Okay, fine. Or barf a little longer first,” he sighs, turning them around 180 degrees to get to the bathroom. It’s another fifteen minutes before she is completely empty. By the time the retching ceases, her eyes are teary from the shear strain of vomiting so much, mascara collecting in a half-circle above her cheekbones and making her look even more like a ghost.

Something about it pulls at the strings inside his chest. He gets up to wet a washcloth, then kneels down next to her. “Hey,” he says almost softly, “You’re gonna be alright.”

“I’m fine,” she replies hoarsely, automatically.

“Yes. Of course.” He wipes the make-up and mess from her face, stroking the hair away from her sweaty forehead. Surprisingly, she lets him, even leans into his palm for a moment and closes her eyes. It’s so unlike Nat to seek comfort like this that he’s momentarily lost for what to do. It’s clear that she wants to stay right where they are, but he can’t let her fall asleep on the bathroom floor in a puke-stained dress.

He swallows. “Nat,” he nudges. Her head rolls to the side and she blinks at him once before her eyes fall shut again. “Nat,” he repeats, “I’m going to take off your dress.” He waits a beat, and gets no response. “Are you listening? I’m gonna help you take off your dress now, okay?”

She gives the slightest approximation of a nod and he hopes that this passes as consent.

Leaning her against the cleanest part of the tiled wall, he ever so carefully peels her out of the expensive fabric. She is wearing plain black underwear beneath it that is luckily unstained. Clint goes to fetch a shirt from her backpack in the bedroom. When he returns, there’s a hazy smile on Nat’s face that doesn’t reach her tired eyes. She looks up at him, and before he realises what is happening, she has clumsily pulled down one of her bra cups, revealing her breast to him.

“What are you doing?” Clint says, taken aback. “Nat, what are you doing.”

She pulls the bra straps down from her shoulders, her fingernails leaving marks on her bare skin on the way down. “Whassit look like,” she slurs, almost aggressively.

“Stop. Stop this, I’m serious.” He takes a step back, his shoulders hitting the door frame.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to,” she says in a tone that borders desperation.

“I― I don’t know, Nat. But not now. Not like this.”

“You took me home. You helped.” She laughs, until he realises she’s crying now, so quietly that it’s only discernible from the dampness on her cheeks. Her shoulders hitching, she mutters, “‘S nothing personal.” 

And the thing is, he believes her. But he doesn’t know whether that makes the situation better or worse.

“It is for me,” he says quietly.

Whatever is wrongly wired in her brain to make her think that she has to pay for a few scraps of comfort and a drunk ride home with sex, he can’t begin to understand. He wonders whether there has been anyone to ever respect her, her body, the boundaries she seems to be so bad at setting herself. Clint isn’t sure whether he can fix any of this. He knows for certain that she doesn’t want him to. But whatever mess Natasha is, part of her has become his mess by now.

“Nat.” He makes sure he has her attention. “You don’t owe me anything.” He hands her the t-shirt, waits till she has clumsily put it on, then extends his hand to help her up. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

He doesn’t hold her when she drifts off. There have been times when he’s done that, for the practical reason to keep her warm after the substantial blood loss from a bullet wound while waiting half a day for the med evac, or to ease the shakes from the pneumonia she caught on that one cursed mission in Montana, when she’d been almost delirious with fever. She returned the favour on the flight back from New Zealand where he’d been in solitary confinement for almost a month after an assassination gone wrong—had provided him with the simple, unconditional human contact he’d been craving for weeks. 

But tonight, holding her would feel like taking advantage, even if that’s not how she sees it.

Clint keeps still for half an hour until he’s sure she’s fully out, then gets up again to pee and wash the puke stains out of the dress they have to return before their flight back home. Once he’s done, he sets up his laptop and starts working on the mission report, omitting any details of what happened after the ballet performance. When he finally falls asleep in the early morning hours, he dreams of ballerinas and dying swans.

The next day, Nat is admirably functional. She must have slipped out of the bed without Clint realising because he wakes when he hears her dry heaving in the bathroom. It sounds painful, but when she emerges half an hour later, showered and dressed in clean clothes, she looks almost as impeccable as ever, despite the mother of all hangovers she must be nursing.

“When is our flight?” she asks, nothing about her giving away whether she remembers all the things they didn’t do last night.  

Clint regards her for a long moment. “2:30. I call window seat.”

He knows he should probably address the previous night. He wants to believe that it was a one-time low, but something about the almost routine style with which Nat dry-swallows the aspirin he left her on the table and covers the paleness of her face with foundation makes it impossible to believe that. He doesn’t want to think about what would have happened if someone else had taken her home last night.

He should really talk to her—he knows that. But then, the fragile relationship he’s built with her in the last few months rests firmly on the principle of noninterference. Keeping out of each other’s pasts is how they have successfully navigated their partnership up till now. It isn’t his place to bring up the topic if she doesn’t, he decides―at least not yet. 

Instead, he carefully stuffs the green gown into a plastic bag, makes sure there is a full bottle of painkillers in his hand luggage, and tosses her a pair of sunglasses.

[the-mandalorian-clone-lover]

Aces in Spaces Chapter 18

*runs in* Mom’s on the phone so here ya go!

Warning for a little angst at the beginning but they work it out!!! Takes place after the last chapter

Also, warning for allusion to past trauma, nothing is strictly mentioned but I don't want to have it be an unexpected thing--

The song they sing is the Elephant Medley from Moulin Rouge!!

Tags: @sunshinepascal @rentskenobi @princessxkenobi @agent-450 @maybege @obaby-wan

Masterlist

It’s not that he insists that she follow any set course of behavior per se. It’s just that, well, if she was happy with their current situation together, it certainly wasn’t showing.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand, not at all, in fact he thought it might have moved a little too fast too, but its been two months since that first sleepover and instead of getting closer, more open, and being around more often; its like she’s further away than ever. The first few sleepovers had been about a week apart, always fun, not awkward even at the beginning and then, Roman wasn’t sure when exactly but, something had changed. She’d cancelled two in a row and that was ok, he understood being busy, understood having things to do, they were both adults but, then she started cancelling dates, almost like she was avoiding him. He’d tried to bring it up over a phone call, ask if she was ok but she seemed to get off in a hurry once he did. Everything seemed to be at the beginning of a spiral, creating a moment that Roman knew might be the one he looked at as the beginning of the end of everything if he didn’t play his cards right.

Which led him to where he was now. Prepping himself to call her and ask to meet somewhere for dinner, calm, casual, like he did at the beginning when she was still skittish around him.

She picks up after four rings, probably debating letting it go to voicemail his brain reminds him cruelly.

“Hello?”

She sounds, off. Not in immediate danger off, but not like her normal self either.

“Hello love.”

He pauses when she doesn’t respond, trying to steady himself, because somehow everything is coming down on him at this moment and it’s all cutting about as deep as the time she said she wanted to leave him, but he goes on.

“I, um” He fights off another wave of heartbreak because he’s trying to fix this, neither one of them has done anything drastic there’s no need to panic. Yet.

“I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight? Maybe at the Italian place you like? The weather is supposed to be nice tonight and they have a, outside, balcony, thing.” He stutters out the last part, praying to whoever is listening that a) she doesn’t already hate him, and b) the nauseous feeling in his stomach goes away soon.

“That sounds nice.”

Her voice still sounds slightly strained but, she agreed, which is better than things had been going.

“Do you want me to send Butch for you?”

“No” Comes the hurried answer, “No, I can meet you there.”

Roman frowns quietly, to object to him was normal, a lot of people did but, Butcher and Erica had always gotten along. He thinks sometimes she trusted Butcher before she trusted him.

“Ok. Um. I love you?” He hadn’t meant for it to be a question. Damn it.

“I love you too” Comes the response before he can correct himself, voice tight but not in an angry way like she didn’t want to say it. It sounds sad, there’s a finality to it. That didn’t seem to add up.

“I’ll see you, around six then?” Questioning, hopeful.

A small huff that may have been a laugh if it had been allowed to grow comes from her end, “Six is good” her voice is still strained, almost as if, had she been crying?

“Ok. Love, I love you. Please don’t ever forget. I know—I know I haven’t said it as often but—”

“I know, Roman, I know.”

It isn’t meant to silence him, or if it is it does so gently. Gently enough he doesn’t really want to heed it.

“I know but—”

“Roman I have to get back to work, I’ll” her voice breaks slightly but she disguises it as an ‘um’ and he knows now that she’s been crying and he wants to help her. Reach out and cradle her to his chest and let her brush her fingers along the nape of his neck the way she loves, kiss the top of her head and dance with her in the living room like they used to.

“I’ll see you tonight. Bye” The ‘bye’ is barely above a whisper and he hears the click before he can even respond, heart shattering at the small sound.

He collapses into the chair, mouth resting against his knuckles to keep his own composure before moving to plant his forehead against it. Where had he gone wrong? Surely there were always ways he could be more accommodating, he thought he had been. He plants both elbows on the table now, holding his own head before gripping his hair and wishing he could rip it out. A sight that would be.

Some amount of time passes while he sits in agony and eventually he hears a tentative knock at the door.

He turns his head toward the sound but can’t remember who he’s expecting.

Erica. His brain suddenly supplies.

What if it’s her?

He nearly runs to the door, jerking it open, face wide in reception—

But its only Butch. He’s just as glad to see him, throwing himself into the other man who hasn’t quite recovered from the shock of the door being thrown open, let alone the (possibly crying) man who is now firmly wrapped around his torso.

Calling to mind the phone call he’d left him alone to make Butch wraps his arms around Roman.

“Tell me what happened?”

Roman nods, pulling away to walk back into the house and towards the living room, leaving Butch to shut the door.

“Did she break it off?” He calls through the hallway.

“No�� Comes the meager response from the other room and Butch makes his way towards it, knowing Roman has more to say. “Probably will tonight. And this time I probably won’t be able to talk her out of it. I barely got in by the skin of my teeth last time and, and this time I don’t even know what I did!”

Butch doesn’t think he knew last time either but he takes a seat in the chair across from Roman and listens anyway.

Roman’s been pacing but he falls to the couch in a heap after all of two laps. “I don’t want to loose her Butch, not over something silly, or even something huge. What did I do that is so terrible she can’t even stomach looking at me?”

Butch leans back. “You didn’t—” He gestures vaguely downward, “did you?”

Roman looks confused then horrified. “OF Course Not! I wouldn’t dream of a thing like that!!! I’m not a monster! Not like the horrible people she’s known before, I’d never do something she didn’t want me to---”

He stops abruptly in his gesturing (and near shouting), blinking at the ground. A few moments pass. “She only told me about all that lately. Do you think she’s afraid?” It comes out in a whisper. As if he were afraid of the answer.

Butch regards him gently, leaning across the distance to hold out a hand. “Maybe it isn’t you she’s afraid of.” Roman takes his hand. “Maybe its just, puttin herself out there like that, knowin you know somethin really, y’know, personal about her.” He stops to take a deep breath before continuing softly. “Movin in together is a big step. I don’t blame anybody for gettin cold feet.”

Roman nods, swallowing hard. “She agreed to dinner” He manages hoarsely. “Six o’clock.”

Butch retrieves his hand to check his watch. “The Italian place?”

“yeah”

“Gives us an hour and a half to whip you in to shape. Allowing that you want to be 30 minutes early like you do when you’re nervous.”

“yeah.”

“Alright then.”

Somehow, Butch does it. Roman’s been at the table 15 minutes now and he hasn’t cried so it’s a win. They offer him wine but he declines. As much as he’d like to be drunk for a rejection, if Erica really isn’t afraid of him specifically, he might still have a chance, and he’d rather be sober for that.

He scans the restaurant and entryway every few minutes (seconds if he’s honest with himself) but he’s come up empty every time. He checks again anyway.

Short woman, strange looking man, that nice waiter that offered him mints, random teacher looking person, a tall and beautiful woman with very short hair, another waitress, hostess--- wait.

His eyes snap back to the tall woman who currently has her back to him, seemingly scanning the restaurant as well. He half stands, those shoulders, the curve of her neck—that looks like—

She turns.

“Erica” He gasps before managing to catch his own breath. He doesn’t think she managed to hear him over the background noise (that should be there but has completely faded since he saw her) but her eyes find his shortly after anyway. She’s, wonderful.

Erica looks around a moment longer before she thinks she hears someone gasp, she turns her head (it feels like she overdoes it, compensating for the hair that’s now missing, which is ridiculous because its hair but somehow, its true) to look for the disturbance only to find—Roman. Beautiful, Wonderful, Roman. Half out of his chair and looking like he’s seen a ghost. Great. So it really was that bad. It’s what she did it for she supposes, unable to suppress the hurt that flashes across her face before making her way to him. He fully unfolds himself, arms beginning to reach for her before they still at his side, and that hurts a little more.

“Is, is this why you were staying away?” He does lift a hand now, holding it about two inches from the side of her face—just like before. Like nothing had changed. Like she hadn’t changed.

She blinks at his hand, trying to swallow around the cotton that seems to have made it into her mouth, taking a breath before answering. “I um, I got it done a few days ago.”

“oh” Roman falters. She takes a shuddering breath (and all her strength) and lifts his hand up to her hair. His fingers barely graze her ear and she steps away from the contact, dropping his hand immediately, hating herself. She frowns at the floor, willing the tears away and hating. Why did she have to be this way? Why couldn’t she just be normal? Enjoy human contact like everyone else? Have a healthy relationship she wasn’t actively trying to destroy in an effort to punish herself? Roman’s stepped back when she opens her eyes again.

“I do like it. You wear it well. It—” he bites his lip “Frames your face nicely.” He smiles at her when she finally looks at him, and she looks over at the table before responding.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

When she looks up again his mouth is slightly open. “Why would I--?”

The waitress walking up disrupts them both.

“Do you want to move to the patio now Mr. Stanton? I held the table if you’d still like it.”

Roman looks to the woman before looking back at Erica and raising his eyebrows in question. Erica barely holds his gaze before smiling at the woman. “Outside would be lovely.”

Roman’s heart breaks a little. He remembers when she used to use that word to describe him.

She pauses next to him for barely a second as she moves to follow the quickly retreating waitress and he offers his arm just before she steps away. He bites his tongue. She turns the slightest bit back toward him, reaching an arm to curl it around his and he steps forward hurriedly to allow it. He notices her eyes are glassy before they turn to admire the ceiling. She mumbles out a ‘thank you’.

He hesitantly places his hand over hers.

She moves her fingers just enough to tangle with his.

They make it to the table, its off to the side so they have some privacy but not far enough that Erica’s worried. It, well, if there’s a full moon and she magically transforms into someone who isn’t a coward, it has enough privacy she could tell Roman she does actually love him and she’s only been pushing him away because she’s scared. But that’s not very likely. Not unless there’s some kind of magic involved.

Roman reaches to pull a chair out for her. She lets him, sitting down slowly and catching his hand where it rests on the chair before he can walk away. Normally, he rests his hands on her shoulders after he does this. Sometimes leans down to give her a kiss of some kind before moving but today he’d begun to withdraw with nothing. She doesn’t know why she stops him but she looks up and her heart is in her throat.

“I thought—” his eyes search hers before he continues, “Sometimes you don’t like contact so I didn’t want to push”

Right. The halter top. Her shoulders are completely exposed. Now she wants to cry.

“Roman I—”

She squeezes her eyes shut and looks at the table. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry.

Romans excusing the waitress and kneeling down, hand never leaving hers.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

It’s so soft, so gentle and kind, steady but tender. Lenient in the sense she knows she doesn’t have to answer, but devoted in the sense that if she does he’ll listen. He’ll help.

She breaks. A sob that manages to be a gasp as she pulls him into her, uncaring of smudging makeup on his coat, uncaring of all the people around them that will undoubtedly worry, not caring about any of it. All she can think about is him, how much she loves him, wants him close, and how much that desire is outweighing the terrible fear that’s demanding she push him away.

He just holds her. Hand brushing along her lower back where she’s covered (God bless him) and then someone is gently laying a (blanket?) jacket across her shoulders. It feels enormous and she can’t begin to process so she just grips Roman tighter, trusting him.

Then she hears it. The soft rumble of Butcher’s ‘I’m the bodyguard and I’m in charge here’ voice and she realizes, it must be his. She relaxes a fraction. She stops the crying best she can, and reaches up to wipe under her eyes, mumbling out an apology that Roman quickly affirms there’s no need for. She’d pulled him up toward her otherwise they’d both be sitting on the floor, which, considering the setting probably wouldn’t be appropriate. Roman leans down to whisper to her tentatively.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

She nods, eyes watery. “Yes”

He nods back, already pulling away to spring into action before she grips his jacket again. “Our home”

He freezes before leaning down and squeezing her to him a little tighter. “Alright love, home for both of us”

Butch has already cleared the way and they leave with little fuss, Erica attempting an apologetic smile at the hostess but the woman doesn’t pay her any mind, Roman keeping her close to his chest. She slides into the car with him, immediately moving to slip off her shoes before cuddling herself into his side, turning toward him and laying her head on his chest.

Butch passes a box into the back seat before shutting the door and moving up front.

Roman reaches for it, putting his arm around her as he opens it, grabbing a fork and holding a bite out to her before she even processes what it is.

“Cake?”

“It’s the chocolate one you like, I thought it might help.”

She nuzzles his chest briefly, words leaving in favor of soaking up his comforting presence, then leans forward to take the offering. It is her favorite, after all.

She chews thoughtfully. She opens her mouth again and he reaches for the box without a second thought before her hand goes out to stop him.

“I, I need to tell you things, first.”

Her lip wobbles as he looks to her in confusion. Then his face clears and he smiles soothingly.

“I’ll listen as long as you need love.”

She nods. “I, I cut it because I wanted you to hate me.” She looks down at his shirt but plunges ahead. “I sometimes, I punish myself when things feel too nice and, and—” she looks up to his eyes “And you are nice Roman, wonderful and kind and so much more than I could ever deserve.” She gives a small fond smile as she watches him struggle between telling her how wrong she is about deserving things and staying quiet until she finishes. He settles on the latter, gesturing for her to continue with a nod.

“I, it all felt too good to be true all the sudden and, after I told you all those things, I thought you would” She looks down again, in shame this time. “Feel differently about me.”

He puts hand over hers where it rests on his chest, eyeing Butch in the mirror and communicating that they can drive awhile (at least he hopes that’s what he communicated). She starts again, but much quieter.

“I pushed you away because, I got scared. I thought you would, I don’t know, shun me, or try to fix me like they did and I just- I just reverted back to how I used to be. Cold. So I figured I would make it easier. For myself and you. If you hated my hair you could make it about that and it would be painless. Or if you made it about something else then I could pretend it was my hair whenever I wanted to cry about loosing you. Convince myself you were shallow and that’s why it didn’t work.”

Roman’s been quiet this whole time and she chances a look up at him.

“Do you like it?”

“Like… My hair?”

He nods.

“Well” It’s an abrupt change of subject but she takes it in stride, “I suppose so, I didn’t do it for that though.”

“Can I touch you? Your face?”

The rest of her is still shielded by the jacket but she concedes willfully with a nod. His knuckles brush her cheek slowly, before he checks again.

“Can I touch your hair?”

She nods.

His fingers, long and slender, brush through the cropped hair on the side of her head (carefully avoiding her ear) and his head tilts just slightly so his eye line can follow them. He tilts the other way then, eyeing the opposite side before his hand comes up to brush against the top hesitantly,

“Can I--?”

She hums.

His fingers sink into the tuft at the edge of her hairline, brushing back slowly, catching slightly on the product she’d used to muss it up. He increases the pressure the slightest bit so his hand brushes against her scalp with the motion and her eyelids flutter shut, pushing gently against the sensation and humming like a cat would purr. His hand continues its course, sliding down the back of her head and to her neck before he brings his knuckles to drag along her face again.

“I think its lovely.”

She opens her eyes to gaze at him and smiles softly. “I thought I’d need magic to get all that out but, it was easy. You made it easy.” She tilts her head at him, “I guess loving someone is like magic sometimes.” She says it with a far away look in her eyes as they drift to his chest, pondering her own words.

“All you need is love”

The smile crawls across her face even before her eyes meet his. “A girl has got to eat”

“All you need is love” This time it comes out a little slower, more like the song.

“Or she’ll end up on the street!” It’s said without any real belief

“All you need is, love” he hangs on to the last word, flitting his gaze over her face.

“Love is just a game”

“I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me” Roman adds the slight shimmy just for her and she laughs a little before answering.

Butch glances in the rearview mirror one last time before telling the driver to make for the penthouse and pulling out his phone. Hannah picks up after one ring.

“Yeah they’re singing, I think they’re gonna be ok.”

“Oh thank goodness.”

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Erica's new haircut that I imagine--

[eighty-sixformyown]

Youjitsu for somehow

Vol 4,5 2nd

“Whoa, that’s a lot of people.” Sure enough, the rest area near the fitness gym where the exam results were being disclosed was packed with many students. Near the monitor, there was a large sign that read, “Photography is strictly prohibited,” and two adults who seemed to be in relation with Tsukishiro were keeping a close eye on the students. The rankings and scores were displayed on a list of monitors, which seemed to be scrolling automatically. Right now, it’s showing the 50th to 60th place group members and their scores. “Nn......?” There was an inexplicable feeling of discomfort that I suddenly felt all over my body. What is it? The cause of this feeling is not immediately apparent, and I feel a kind of unspeakable weirdness. “I was going to take my time to look at the results, but I don’t think I can concentrate at all with this.” Ishizaki doesn’t notice that uncomfortable feeling, but he looks at the monitor and mutters in disgust. “It can’t be helped. I’m sure a lot of people would have liked to know the detailed results of the uninhabited island test.” Clicking his tongue in frustration, Ishizaki had no choice but to stare at the results from his spot. Although he has a bold personality, it seems that he can’t push his seniors to the front. One of the third-year students reached out and began to operate the monitor, which was an auto-scrolling monitor, but could be fixed by touching it with his hand and viewing the rankings at will. So, it was unlikely that Ishizaki would be able to see the top results he wanted to see any time soon. “What do we do now?” Even if he waited like this for a while, it would be a while before his turn came around. “I’m curious, but let’s not overdo it. It’s something we can look at later.” That’s what I said a few minutes ago... Well, as long as he understood, I guess. “By the way, do you notice anything?” “Huh? What?” Ishizaki, who was about to turn back, didn’t seem to notice anything. This strange atmosphere. The large number of gazes directed at me. It’s not something that can be put away as mere imagination. It’s not that Ishizaki next to me is dull and unaware of it. They simply aren’t watching Ishizaki. They’re only watching me. They are watching my every move with an obvious intent that they aren’t even trying to hide. All of the students watching us had one thing in common: they were all third-year students. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m pretty sure that Nagumo is involved in this. Has the case that I put off on the uninhabited island exam returned today? “What’s wrong?” Apparently, I was so lost in thought that Ishizaki was worried about me. “No, it’s nothing. It seems that other students are coming to see the results one after another, so let’s turn back.” “Alright, no problem.” I had imagined that Nagumo would set something up sooner or later, but this is a bit tricky. It would have been much easier if Nagumo had come directly to us and set something in motion. He made the first move that I didn’t want to be made. “Hey, you haven’t had lunch yet, right? Let’s eat together.” “Huh? Yeah, I haven’t eaten yet...” I started to walk away, but the third-year students didn’t seem to be following me. It seems that they were only looking at me. Either way, it’s extremely disturbing to be persistently gazed at. “What’s wrong with you? You don’t want to have dinner with me? That’s kind of rude.” “No, that’s not it. I was just thinking about something unrelated.” I knew I couldn’t involve Ishizaki in a bad way, but if they didn’t follow me, I guess it was okay. “It’s also rude to be thinking about unrelated things.” That was certainly true. Let’s just forget about the third year for now. “Are you sure it’s okay with me?” “It’s fine, we’re just going to have dinner together.” I can’t deny that I feel the pressure, but it doesn’t mean that I feel bad. I just can’t get over the fact that Ishizaki is treating me as a friend. “I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I’m not asking you out like this because I want to bring you into my class. It’s because I like you as a

friend.” Without hesitation, Ishizaki uttered a line that made my teeth stand on end. But then, as if he realized something, he hurriedly turned around. “...are you being bothering by me by any chance?” “No, not at all.” “Right!” For a moment, Ishizaki looked as if he suspected that his actions were selfish, but he soon laughed it off. Well, I knew that he had this kind of personality. It’s not that I feel bad about it, so I guess I’ll follow Ishizaki. As the two of us left the place and began to move, we heard footsteps coming from behind us, running towards us. “Ayanokōji-senpai!” The owner of the footsteps was Nanase, who had been working with me throughout the first half of the uninhabited island exam. “So senpai came to see the exam results too?” “Yeah. But I’m not likely to be able to look at them slowly, so I gave up.” “I see. The third-years are all working on the monitors now, and it’s going to be a little while before we juniors can freely view them.” It seems that Nanase also wanted to know the details of the results, but she gave up. Ishizaki was looking at our exchange curiously. Come to think of it, Ishizaki didn’t know Nanase directly, did he? “Oh, hey Ayanokoji. When did you get to know such a cute and adorable girl?” “A lot of things have happened.” It’s very troublesome to explain everything from scratch, so I told him so in summary. “Hey, you’re not going to tell me you’re going out with your junior, are you?” “That’s too much of a leap, it’s just a relationship between a senior and a junior.” It was unusual for me to be confronted with this kind of thing. I thought Ishizaki was not deeply interested in heterosexual issues, but apparently not so much. “Do you want something from me?” I said turning towards Nanase. “No, I just felt like talking to you when I saw you.” Her straightforward eyes shine, and she says without hesitation something that might make me feel somewhat embarrassed. “I’m sorry to bother you. Excuse me!” I thought she was approaching me at a short run, but he was going somewhere else at a short run again. The inside of the ship is the same as the corridor, and I don’t think it’s a good place to run, but I guess it’s alright if she was careful. “That was a cute girl. And that thing was pretty cool too.” I don’t know what he meant by “thing” but I’ll ignore it. “You’re not really going out with her, are you?” “No, we’re not dating.” I don’t want to cause a misunderstanding and expand the conversation. So once again, I firmly denied it to Ishizaki in the form of a reminder. 2 When I came back to my room after dinner with Ishizaki, I found Ike standing in front of my room. He was looking at his cell phone restlessly, but when he looked up and looked left and right, our eyes met. “Oh, Ayanokōji! Thank God, I’ve been waiting for you!” Ike was waiting for me? Yet another unexpected turn of events. “Actually, I was thinking of going to visit Komiya now, and I was wondering if you wanted to join me.” Ike said as he approached me and leaned in to lend me an ear. “Me...?” “Well you see... I’m just a little uncomfortable going alone.” “Why?” “Why? I mean, you know. I’m... going out with Shinohara. After the exam, on the way back to the ship, there was a time when we were alone, and...” It seems that he confessed his feelings to her, and Shinohara gave him the okay. I had thought that it might progress, but it exceeded my expectations. “Well, congratulations.” I congratulated him honestly, and he looked away from me like he was telegraphing. “Oh, thank you. But from ...... From Komiya's point of view, I think I might have cheated.” “I don’t think so, though.” “No, I don’t think it’s fair. It’s like... playing dirty.” It is true that Komiya had to retire from the desert island test early because of some suspicious behavior. It’s not that you can’t use the term “sneaky” to describe it, but anyone can say that. It seems that Komiya was planning to confess to Shinohara during this exam. “I was really thinking of waiting until after Komiya’s injury was healed, you know? But when I was relieved that

the exam was over, and Shinohara’s guy was beside me..., I felt like I didn’t want to give her to Komiya...” It seems that he confessed to her without thinking. Of course, there was also the risk of being rejected. If that had happened, it would have made things even more awkward after Komiya and Shinohara got together. “That’s why I felt I had to properly report it to Komiya. Man, to man. If he was also planning to confess to Shinohara, it would be complicated, right?” “If you didn’t make the first move, you would have been in trouble if Shinohara decided to go for Komiya after all.” “Ehhh?! Why are you saying that...?” Ike was upset as he exaggeratedly flinched. Half of him wanted to give a report, and the other half wanted to stop him from confessing. “You’re prepared to get hit at least once, aren’t you?” “What? I’m going to get hit?!” “Wouldn’t you do that if the person you love was snatched from your side?” Ike looked frightened, as if he got scared from imagining it. Komiya isn’t a big guy, but he’s a basketball player. Ike, on the other hand, is small for a boy, so I’d say there’s enough of a size difference. “Well, he has a dubious leg injury right now, and can’t really walk. He can’t hurt you that much.” “Yeah, that ain’t the problem, but..., I’ll be ready.” He seemed to have made up his mind to some extent, so I had no reason to oppose him. I had been wondering about Komiya’s condition, and this seemed like a good opportunity. “I heard that Komiya is still sleeping in the infirmary.” “I’m sure he’s having a hard time in the cabins.” No wonder he spends most of his holidays in the doctor’s office. Ike and I arrive in front of the infirmary. Ike took a deep breath to calm himself down. There was no point in rushing inside, so he waited quietly, and then a loud laugh came from inside. “Hey, what’s that? Let’s go in.” Surprised by the unexpected laughter, Ike opened the door and entered the doctor’s office, unprepared. He was then surrounded by Komiya, who was sitting up, and several of his classmates, including Ryūen, Albert, Kaneda, Kondō, and Yamawaki. Even though someone outside of the class showed up, Ryūen didn’t give us a second glance and stood up. “Sorry for the interruption, Komiya.” As if the conversation was over, Ryūen left the infirmary with his friends. I looked at Ryūen lightly, but he didn’t even give me a glance. “You’re still as scary as ever, Ryūen... I mean, what did he want?” Ike, on the other hand, mumbled to himself as if he couldn’t look directly at Ryūen. It was the first time I’ve ever seen such a thing. “Well, he is powerful, isn’t he? He was just visiting me.” Replied Komiya from the bed. On a small table placed near the head of the bed, there were some sweets and juice that seemed to have been brought in. “Oh, so he was visiting you... He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do something like that.” Ike said what he honestly felt, and Komiya agreed with him. “If it was this time last year, well, it would be unthinkable.” Komiya smiled in nostalgia as he recalled a year ago. “But something’s changed a bit within Ryūen-san. It’s not as if he’s become well rounded though...” Komiya said, somewhat confused but happy. I’m not sure what to make of it, but I think it’s a good thing. It was no wonder that most of his classmates had a strong rejection in their hearts. “I think I can get along with that guy now.” “Follow Ryūen...? I don’t get it.” Ike’s body trembled exaggeratedly as he didn’t seem to understand at all when he asked. “Ike and Ayanokōji, don’t just stand there, please sit down.” Komiya gently welcomed us, even though we were students from the other classes and encouraged us to sit down without hesitation. We took him up on his words and sat down together in the chairs. “You look fine.” Looking at the fixed leg, I check Komiya’s condition. “As you can see, I’m fine except for my legs. But it’s frustrating to think that everyone else is playing around while I’m stuck behind the door, so I hope I get better soon.” “When will you be able to go out?” “I’m going to ask for

permission to go out with my crutches and cane.” They are rivals in love, but surprisingly, the two of them are able to talk on their own. I guess my presence was a bit superfluous. “I’m just a little worried about...” “Worried? With what?” Ike, who was sitting facing away from the chair, put his arm on the backrest and asked Komiya. “Well... it seems like Ryūen is planning to find out who pushed me off. He asked me a lot of questions to see if I remembered anything. Like I told Ayanokōji, I don’t remember being attacked or anything at all.” There didn’t seem to be any difference to his memory since then. Right now, Ryūen’s class is gaining momentum day by day, and it’s time to focus on the sophomore battle to get to Class A. Of course, the same could be said for our class, but we shouldn’t go too deep into this one. If Amasawa, another White Room student, or someone related to Tsukishiro were involved, there was no guarantee that even Ryūen would be safe. “I hope I didn’t overdo it....” “It looks like Ryūen’s going to kill the culprit half to death, right?” For the two of them, there was no way they could envision a vision of Ryūen getting hit. Instead, it was natural for them to worry more about the culprit. “So? It’s not like you’re just here to visit me, is it?” As if he had sensed something, Komiya asked Ike that. At that moment, Ike stiffened as if surprised. “Oh no... Well I...” Perhaps he wasn’t ready yet, but he choked on his words. Seeing this, Komiya waited for his words with a serious face, without prompting. The atmosphere of a place can change visibly in an instant. “Ike. I don’t know what you’re going to say, but if it’s important, look me in the eye and say it.” He must have guessed what he was about to say. Still, Komiya pretended not to know and only urged Ike to speak clearly. It was hard to believe that Ike had noticed Komiya’s suggestion, but he must have felt it as men do. He slapped himself on both cheeks, forcing himself to wake up. “I confessed to Shinohara!” A determined Ike tells him in a simple but loud voice. Silence came immediately afterwards and I found Ike swallowing heavily next to me. “So? What was Satsuki’s response?” “She gave me the okay. We’re going out now.” “I see...” Ike continued to stare at Komiya’s face without averting his gaze as he answered shortly. As he had mentioned earlier, he was scared that Komiya would retaliate out of anger. He could even pop out a surprise shot, or so he thought. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” “Huh?” “It’s written all over your face that you might hit me.” “No, it doesn’t... well, yeah for a second.” “Well, then you’re ready. I can’t move right now, so why don’t you come over here?” The look on Komiya’s face as he demanded to come over did not reveal his true intentions. But from the power of his words, Ike seemed to have made up his mind. He stood right beside Komiya, frightened and frightened. Immediately after, Komiya’s right arm reached out and grabbed Ike’s shoulder. “Ah!” Komiya raised his aching body to the limit and looked into Ike’s eyes. “If you ever make Satsuki cry, I won’t forgive you.” He said, lightly pressing his left fist against Ike’s chest. “That’s all Komiya...?” Komiya Miya’s devilish expression changed to a smile. “Nah, don’t give me that pushy look. Satsuki chose you, that’s all, isn’t it?” “But ...... if you hadn’t been removed from the exam, it might have been the other way around. ......” “I’m sorry, but I don’t think so. I don’t think it was a quick win for me. Just...” “Just?” “If you hadn’t confronted Satsuki and stayed away, I might have had a chance.” Komiya was right. I don’t think it really mattered whether he confessed first or later. He had an accident where he was seriously injured, and Ike happened to be nearby, which created a connection and gave him a big boost, and because of that, he was able to face Shinohara. Without a doubt, this was the most important factor in their relationship. If Komiya hadn’t been injured, if Ike hadn’t been by his side at that time, if either of them had followed a

different fate, it might have been Komiya who would have been next to Shinohara. “In that sense, this injury was just unlucky.” It wasn’t a fulfillment of love, but Komiya seemed to be in the clear. “Thanks, Komiya.” “Study hard, okay? Satsuki... No, Shinohara was worried about that too, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I can’t afford to be expelled from school now.” This love affair could have been a pivotal turning point for Ike. It gave him the opportunity to struggle for himself and for the people he loves, just like Sudō. At last, the report from Ike and the exchange with Komiya settled down. “I’m sorry, Ike, but can I have a word with Ayanokōji alone for a moment? There’s something I need to go over with you about my injury.” “Alright, see you later Komiya. Ayanokōji too.” Ike said goodbye to us and left the room without hesitation. Once the two of us were alone, Komiya spoke up. “Sorry about that. Didn’t Ike ask you to come only to help him?” “No, I came because I was wondering about your condition too. It was more like I interfered.” “That’s not true. I don’t know what... is this right?” “Hmm?” “Me and you guys are in different classes and we’re fighting each other, but we’ve started talking normally. It’s like that kind of thing is fading away. Last year, things were pretty bleak.” If you’re in a different class, you’re supposed to be beating and trying to kick the other down. There are not many advantages to getting along with them, except for strategy. “The uninhabited island exam was a competition between different grades, and we’ve been in the same school for a long time, isn’t that how it is?” “Hmm, maybe.” It was obvious that this was a preliminary chat, and there should be a main topic beyond that. “I mentioned a little bit earlier about the situation with Ryūen-san.” “You said it sounded like he was trying to find the culprit.” “I’m against it. To be honest, I’d rather just say that this was an accident caused by my own mistake.” “But Shinohara has actually seen the existence of the person who attacked you guys.” “I know. But I have a bad feeling about this, and I have a feeling it won’t end well.” Maybe it was because he had been attacked that he felt the danger firsthand. “Can Ayanokōji keep an eye out for that too, even if it’s just for a little while?” “I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.” “I’m not expecting you to do anything about it directly. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know.” He asked me with a strong gaze. We’ll exchange contact information formally so that we can always be in touch. “Okay, for now, you should focus on healing your injuries as soon as possible.” Resting is the only shortcut to a full recovery. “Thanks, man. Yeah, let me thank you sometime if you want. And give a shout out to the other guys who helped me.” “I think they’ll be glad to hear it. Ike might even let Shinohara be there.” “I don’t want to do that. I think I’d cry if I had to see the two of them making out with each other.” Komiya smiled bitterly, but he was more heartbroken than he looked. It was a mistake to include her name, even if it was simply a tease. Anyway, it’s not a good thing to be injured, but I feel like I’m a little closer to Komiya now. “See you later, Ayanokōji.” “Yeah.” After saying goodbye and leaving the doctor’s office, I suddenly had a strange feeling. My classmates Sudō and Ike, and the rest of the class. Ishizaki and Komiya. Little by little, the number of people around me that I can call my friends is starting to increase. It’s not that I’ve been trying to make friends, but it’s happening. “How to make friends is not something you can put in a textbook.” I thought to myself.

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I have a C•O•N•D•I•T•I•O•N (pt 2)

Arthur Fleck x Reader smut NSFW

He could have kissed her for hours like that, and he would have been satisfied. But she apparently had much more planned for them as she suddenly climbed on top of him and straddled him as she deepened their kiss, this time with much more passion and urgency.

“Mmm~~!” She moaned as she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer to her. It was all happening so fast that he could feel another one of his laughing fits coming on and he worried it would get in the way and cause her to give up on her advances. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, resting his hands on her shoulders as he did his best to focus on staying calm. She must have noticed because she pulled away, just slightly and looked at him with concern in her eyes.

“We don’t have to keep going at this pace if you need to slow down, Arthur. I can wait for you,” she said in a loving tone.

‘My god, when did I ever get lucky enough to find someone like you?!’ He thought to himself.

“I just... need a moment, that’s all,” he struggled to say, and to his surprise, she just sat there, running her one of her hands through his hair while she tried to comfort him.

“Just tell me what you need, okay? I’m doing this as much for you as I am for me, you know,” she said with a naughty smile. And with that, for some reason, he felt himself calming down as his nerves practically disappeared. Now all he could think about was experiencing more of her, as much as he could take of what she was willing to give.

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” he said with a reassuring smile. She returned his smile with a seductive one of her own.

“I’m glad, Arthur. Now, where were we?” She said, leaning in close to him again. Slowly this time, as to not overwhelm him. But he just stared at her with a hungry urge in his eyes, as he softly bit his lower lip. He wanted so desperately to taste her again, among other things he was sure would come. She kissed his lips softly before increasing her urgency as the two of them moaned and played with each other’s messy hair. God, her taste was intoxicating. Everything about her was. He could feel the weight of her body on his as she sat in his lap, could feel her soft breasts under her shirt as she leaned up against him. He was doing everything he could not to grab her and completely ravage her right then and there, but he also wanted to take his time. He was still having a hard time believing this was all really happening, or that she was even actually real, and not just a figment of his imagination, like he’s done before.

However, those had never felt as real as this before...

He moved his arms down from her hair to her shoulders, but then hesitated to go further. She must have sensed his nerves because she pulled away from the kiss and took his wrists and lowered his hands down to her chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me Arthur, okay? I hereby give you permission to touch any part of my body. And I mean ANYWHERE.” She said with a seductive tone. He smiled at her as he squeezed her breasts. Well, these most certainly felt real to him.

“Why are you doing this for me?” He asked her. “I mean, why me?”

“Oh Arthur, haven’t you figured it out by now?” She said, before suddenly removing her top and bra at the same time, revealing the most gorgeous breasts he’d ever seen, even compared to the ones in magazines.

“I like you, Arthur,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I have ever since I met you, silly.”

Hearing that made Arthur smile, and gave him a boost of confidence, because he leaned in and began to suck at her perky breasts as he played with them. He groaned as he tasted her smooth skin, unable to get enough of her.

“My god...” he moaned as he kissed her and sucked mouthfuls of her perfect breasts, wrapping his arms around her back and burying his face in her chest. This seemed to excite her even more as she whimpered and cried out his name several times before reaching down and wrapping he fingers around the growing bulge in his pants, causing him to flinch. They both laughed as he did so, and returned to kissing before she removed his shirt, so that their bare skin was touching as they swapped more saliva and explored each others mouths with their tongues.

He still couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky to be with a woman as beautiful and exciting as her. He also found it hard to believe that he had yet to scare or bore her away. Just where had she been all of his life?!

“Where have you been all my life, Arthur?” She said, as if she’d just read his mind. He smiled and pulled her in close to him.

“I could ask you the same thing, you know!” He said, before reaching out to pull her back in for another kiss. As he did so, he accidentally lost his balance, and they both tumbled to the floor.

As they were laughing, she suddenly climbed on top of him and began to pull his jeans off, which made him breath in sharply.

“I hope this is okay?” She asked him, hesitating for a moment as she looked at him and waited for his permission.

“Of.. course! I just... I’ve never really done this before... I don’t know if I already told you, but... I’m kind of a virgin,” he said, expecting her to laugh, and give up on him. But to his luck, she didn’t. She only nodded.

“That’s okay. I haven’t done it in a long time, so I guess it will be good for both of us.” She said as she continued to pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick, bulging cock. Her eyes grew wide and she looked up at him with excitement.

“I don’t see why you’ve never done this before, Arthur. You’re HUGE!” She said. “Well then, that’s good news for me!”

He stared down at her and watched as she took his fully erect member in her hand and began to stroke it, causing his entire body to tense up with pleasure. He groaned quietly and tried not to close his eyes so that he wouldn’t miss any of the fun. To his delight, she lowered her mouth and slowly began to lick the tip of his cock as she stared up at him with her big, bright, seductive eyes, making him choke and moan out in pleasure as he bucked his hips in the hair. She giggled and began sucking him, slowly but sensually as she watched his reactions, which increased in intensity the more of him she swallowed.

“Oh my god...” he moaned as he stared at her and placed his hand on her head, closing his eyes only when the pleasure became over whelming, or when she increased the pace and bobbed her head up and down even faster, using her tongue to massage the lower section of his shaft. He cried out her name and bucked his hips several more times as he felt himself reaching climax, though he tried to hold back for as long as he could. She pumped his cock a few more times before pulling her mouth away from him, which created a popping sound as she sat up and began to remove the remainder of her clothes as well.

“Now, I think we should take it to the next level, don’t you, Arthur?” She said as she positioned herself on top of him and leaned down to kiss him as she slowly worked his cock into her soaked pussy.

“Nnngh!” He groaned, his head falling back to the floor as he felt her warm, velvet walls wrap around his hardened cock before squeezing it tightly. “Holy shit!” He cursed as he placed his hands on her back and closed his eyes as he tried not to cum immediately from the sudden overwhelming pleasure. He heard her giggle, and she began to rock her hips up and down slowly, as to make sure she didn’t overdo it right in the beginning.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take my time with you, Arthur,” she said with another laugh. A sound that had become music to his ears. “We don’t want this to end too soon, now, do we?”

“No... we don’t,” he struggled to say as he took deep breaths while she bounced on top of him. He finally opened his eyes again and watched her body move on top of his. It was the most incredible and amazing thing he had ever seen - and felt before in his entire life. He never wanted this to end. He reached up to grab her hips and held onto them as she slowly increased her pace, moaning each time she sat down on his cock and it filled her up completely.

“Oh my god, Arthur! You’re so big!” She screamed. “You feel so good inside me!”

He didn’t know what to say, he just held onto her hips and moved one hand to stimulate her clit, a move he’d seen in some of the porn he’d watched before. She apparently enjoyed this and threw her head back, whimpering as she rode him even faster.

“You... you like that?” He said, trying to come up with something to say so that he wasn’t just mute the entire time.

“Yes! I fucking love it!” She screamed and leaned down to kiss him passionately again. “I love you, Arthur!”

“I love you, too, (Y/N)!” He said before kissing her back, suddenly feeling a rush of pleasure and lust as he rolled her off of him and climbed on top of her. He leaned down and smiled as he put his arms under her legs and lifted her hips up, inserting his cock deep inside her again with ease and held onto her as she gasped before she screamed out in pleasure.

“Now,” he said, gasping for air. “It’s my turn to fuck you senseless!” He said, feeling a sense of bravery come over himself. He hoped she wouldn’t mind it and as he looked into her eyes - which were staring back at him filled with lust - he knew she didn’t.

“Good,” he laughed as he thrusted into her - hard. Relentlessly, and passionately. He made the two of them scream out in unison as he drilled deeper into her pussy. Soon he was reaching her very core and she was whimpering as her legs began to tremble. It wasn’t long before he felt her entire body shaking under his and he felt her inner walls clench down on him as she reached her climax, leading to his orgasm not too long after. It was the greatest feeling he’d ever experienced in his entire life, putting all the times he’d climaxed alone to shame as he shared such a beautiful moment with someone as gorgeous and passionate as her. He hoped it wouldn’t be their last as he laid down next to her to catch his breath.

“That... was incredible!” She said, as she rested her head on his chest and looked up at him, a curious expression in her eyes. “You sure you weren’t a virgin before that?”

“I’m sure,” he said as he laughed, and closed his eyes. Hopefully this would be the first of many times they would make love in their new found friendship.

THE END