#so ya know it’s nice to visit and beat the cold for a while

[samwisefamgee]

my tooth hurts so bad I can’t sleep

[riyva]

finally with you. | k.dy

pairings. kim doyoung x fem!reader genre. fluff, romance, angst warnings. explicit content, minor dni, read at your own risk. a/n. this is the part two of almost had you. also, revised! hehe thank you! :)

You felt nauseous when you woke up today. You vomit again and again, which makes you weak. You intend to go to work, but your body won’t cooperate. “Geez, I need to rest.” You feel so terrible. You kept on wondering what did you eat last night. But a few minutes have passed, and you felt okay? So, you packed your things for a two-week vacation in Japan. Your flight is in 2 days.

You haven’t seen Doyoung in quite some time. From what you’ve heard, he seems fine, but something seems off. Despite his absence from social media, he will still answer your texts. You didn’t want to interrupt him since you needed some quiet time to recharge. You have to prioritize your own needs. You two have been inseparable ever since you two became best friends. You used to run to each other whenever you needed to talk or cry, but now is the time to be alone.

You stayed home all day and ate ice cream, pizza, chips, and donuts while watching your favorite movies. Thankfully, the rain outside served to quiet your racing thoughts. Laughs and cries filled the room, and different emotions while you were watching. You halted the instant you heard a knock on the door. You glanced at the clock, it was already 11 p.m., and you were not expecting someone. Who the hell will go to my house at eleven and raining? The moment you opened the door, you saw doyoung soaking wet. He was in pj’s with a jacket on. Doyoung’s unexpected visit didn’t take you aback. You asked no question as you took him in.

You sat on the solo sofa across from him while he was covered in a towel. “Doyoung, what’s up with you?” Curiosity keeps you going, but he glanced at you sleepily as his eyes wandered your sala. He noticed your bags and asked, “You’re leaving Korea?” You nodded. “Why?” He added. “I just want to spend time alone.”

Before Doyoung continued talking, you stood up to urge him to bathe. “Please use my bathroom and freshen up. You could catch a cold from that.” He didn’t say anything but nodded before going in like a lost puppy. “Go grab any oversized shirt and joggers in my closet!” You added as you went to the kitchen to make some chocolate milk. You’re wondering what happened. Did you guys break up? You thought. I hope not.

You sat on the countertop as he left your room wearing your clothes. You can’t help to laugh when he wears your hello kitty shirt and dark pink joggers. “I have some dark colors there, but why did you wear those?” You asked as he settled down next to you. “Because they’re cute?” he said, leaving you dumbfounded. You raised your eyebrow as you shook him, making him dizzy. “Ya! This is not the Doyoung that I know! Bring him back!” Laughter filled the room, and then suddenly, there was silence.

You took a sip before asking, “So, what happened? Hmm?” He shrugged. “Nothing.” You scoffed. “Ya, Kim Doyoung! Seriously? You’ll lie to me?” Doyoung sighed. “She cheated on me.” Your eyes widened in shock. “Dude, what the hell? That bitch!” You stood up. “Let’s go to her house. I’ll slap her.” Doyoung held your wrist, stopping you while shaking his head. “Nah, anj-a.” You silently sat back down, giving him a look.

You never thought that someone would do this to him. You examined his face; you didn’t see any mad or sad look at him. There’s something you can’t pinpoint. His girlfriend just cheated on him. Why doesn’t he act like he was hurt? Is he going crazy?

“Yes, I’m crazy over you.”

You awkwardly laugh. “HA-HA-HA! Nice joke, Kim Doyoung!” You suddenly felt nervous as you gripped your glass, and you could hear your heart beating so fast. You started to have hopes again that you know it isn’t normal. Is he joking? How the hell did he hear me?

“Because you’re speaking out loud.”

You looked at him worriedly. “Should I call 911 for you?”

“Seriously, what’s going on with you?” you added.

He glanced at you, and you met his gaze. He took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N. I’m okay,” he said.

“We split weeks ago, we’re just actually messing around.” They already broke up after you had a talk. “I-i tried to rid my affection for you with someone else, but it didn’t work out. It made me realize that my feelings for you weren’t gone. You always linger in my thoughts, driving me to insanity.” he held your cheeks, feeling your warmth.

Your mind was lost in the clouds. “W-what do you mean?”

He gazed directly into your eyes, brimming with sincerity, and spoke softly. “I love you, Y/N.”

-

Clearly, he wasn’t seeing anyone, so you do. Ever since that night happened, Doyoung never fails to make you smile every single day. He wants you to fall harder for him. He takes you on dates, late-night strolls, movie nights, and many more that will make you happy.

You both agreed that there would be physical contact (except holding hands) once you reached ten dates and had three left. You’ve also been tempted to say, “I love you too,” but you’ll say it at the right time, maybe after the ten dates.

You also find it so difficult not to kiss his plump lips. Oh god, I miss those lips.

A sudden knock on the door jolted you out of your reverie. You almost forgot that Doyoung is coming to your house. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door. “Hey, pretty boy!” he showed his pretty smile. Why so cute? You saw him with boxes of donuts and pizza, and you leaned on the doorframe. “Come in, doie!” you said with a warm smile.

As he went inside, you prepared the food he brought for your movie night. You also took the wine you bought last time in Italy. When you were halfway through the movie, there was a spicy scene making you bite your lips, and you felt his arms wrapped around yours. His throat tightened at the sudden scenario. You pulled away from his touch, making you sit beside him. “Wow, it’s getting hot! HA-HA right, Doie?” as you fan yourself with your hands. He just hummed as he drank the wine. He felt the tension too. It was hot, hot. You gulped as you looked at him and called out his name.

Without warning, you abruptly interrupted him and seized his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Your lips began to move while he was still in shock. You pulled away, “What are you doing? Aren’t you going to kiss me back or wh--” he locked his lips to yours. Your hand instinctively reached for his nape, pulling him closer as you sat on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he supported your bum. He barely squeezed it, making you flinch.

The embrace was imbued with deep affection and admiration, albeit slightly intense, yet it was a sensation that you found yourself drawn to. His tongue glided into your mouth, exploring every inch with an irresistible touch. Your tongues battled fiercely as your hands explored each other’s bodies. With effortless ease, he removed your top and unclasped your brassiere with a single hand, carelessly tossing it aside.

Fuck it. Fuck, the dates. You want him tonight. You missed this; you missed him. The sensation of his lips against yours is simply irresistible, leaving you yearning for more.

“Fucking hell.” A curse escaped his lips as he felt his manhood stiffen. He pulled away from you to remove his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you toward the bedroom with one swift motion. As he made his way there, he couldn’t resist the temptation of your neck and began to suck and nip at it, sending shivers down your spine.

As he gently placed you on the bed, your lips intertwined in a passionate embrace, and tongues battled. You both removed your remaining clothes until nothing was left. When you’re both naked, his lips wander down your neck, eventually finding their way to the gentle curve of your breast. He palmed it and showered his attention on your hard and taunt nipples. Once he’s done, his lips go down to your mound. In between your thighs, his tongue and lips bathed in your wetness.

Your legs trembled as she reached her first orgasm. With an arched back and closed eyes, waves of pleasure washed over your body. And he didn’t stop yet, sliding his two digits while simultaneously continuing to suckle and lap at your clit. Your insides clenched again as a sign that you’re cumming again. He quickened the pace of his fingers, prompting you to grasp his head and draw him nearer to your cunt. As the waves of pleasure began to wash over you, you found yourself chanting his name like a sacred mantra.

“Doyoung..”

“Hmm.” he only answered with a moan while he was busy pleasuring you. You can almost see stars again. Your fingers instinctively reached for his head as your other hand tightly gripped the sheets. With a few more licks and thrusts of his fingers, you got the peak of your second orgasm. Your legs trembled as your body weight fell onto the mattress.

Doyoung took a few more licks as his lips met your lips. You welcomed his lips again, tasting yourself. He placed both hands on your sides, using them to lift himself. He desired to gaze upon your stunning face as he passionately loved you. He didn’t move yet; he wants to feel your warmth and looks at you like you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Once more, he claimed your lips, the kiss tender and brimming with affection.

Your messy hair and pretty face were in his view. Seeing you like this makes his body burn even more. Your fingers entwined with his as he moved on top of you. It felt more intimate. He wanted to move faster and rough, but he wanted to savor this moment.

His thrusts were deliberate, slow, and deep, causing you to whimper in pleasure as the tip of his member brushed against your sweet spot. “Right there?” he asked breathlessly. You nodded as you slightly slapped his butt cheek, making him flinch. You chuckled when you saw his reaction. “Stop being so naughty.” He lowered his head towards your neck, planting gentle kisses and nibbles while occasionally applying slight pressure with his teeth.

He leaned back and firmly grasped your waist, causing your legs to spread even wider as he maintained a steady pace. You gave his arm a firm squeeze, urging him to go faster. Loud moans escaped your lips as he intensified his movements, thrusting faster and harder.

He was breathing deeply in your ear and whispered. “Let’s get married.” Doyoung’s heart raced as he awaited a response, wondering if you would say yes or no.

A chuckle escapes your lips. “Really? Are you proposing marriage while still inside me?” Your voice trembled in shock.

He slowly moved. “Why?” He kissed her forehead and nose, a familiar gesture to you both. He did not doubt that you would make an exceptional wife and mother. “Because I love you,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours. Finally, he leaned in and gently placed his lips upon yours once again.

You hummed. “Hmm.. Let’s not waste time, shall we?”

"And, I love you too my Doyoung."

Finally, I am with you. As fate would have it, our paths have crossed once again. There are no more what-ifs, no more holding back, and no more hide-and-seek.

-

BONUS PART :)

“Are we seriously in a relationship now? We’re official?” you asked as you traced your fingers on his naked chest. He hummed gently as he caress your hair. “We are.” he took your hand placing a kiss making you flush. You suddenly stood up naked when you went straight to your bathroom leaving Doyoung confused. You remembered the pregnancy test kit that you took yesterday morning, and you haven’t checked the result.

“Doyoung, sit down.”

He was in shock seeing the pregnancy test on your hand. “Do you have COVID-19?” you took the pillow and smashed it to his face making him laugh.

“You dimwit! I don’t!”

“I know! I was just kidding. So, what’s the result?”

“Let’s look at it together.”

It was positive.

©riyva

[mycptsdstory]

Let's do a re-cap for this year, for me. Because it was an insane year.

Well, it started off with my family telling people I'm a peadophile, I hurt children and I've got a lengthy criminal record. I lost jobs, I lost friends and I thought I was gonna be homeless. I had to call the police because when I ordered food from my local takeaway, my neighbours were talking to them saying "I wouldn't trust her. She's a peadophile and hurts children". Then I had friends starting drama with me because they believed my family, even tho I didn't do anything wrong.

Role up to May, I visited America to see my fiancé, his family and my friends. I got engaged on my birthday. It was then I decided I wanted to move to America and never come back to England. It's just HOW. That's the issue. In my head, I got fed up with being stalked. I started to hate England even more.

I came back home, it's when people started to ignore me and want nothing to do with me. No drama, they just ignored me like I didn't exist. So after a while, I did the same thing with them. Then they said, I hurt them by me ignoring them... Okay 🥴

I was still losing friends, I had one friend who spread lies about me. Even tho she wanted my cat dead, she didn't like how I wanted to move to America. I vented to my therapist, found out she has been talking to my family, persuading me and fiancé to stay in England. (That didn't work lol). My therapist said "I don't like your friend J. Block her. She continues to stalk you, call the police". I haven't yet, but I will in the future.

Late August, still in deep depression, my family still causing me shit. The police got me into Cross Roads and they have been helping me a lot. I still continue to lose friends because people still believe my family. Then my fiancé came over to England and we watched AEW in London. It was a really good time and I needed a break. I felt safe in London.

My neighbour started acting weird around me. I think he's talking to my family. But no drama with him. His vibe and energy shifted slightly and I don't like that feeling.

Cross Roads got me into this design course that's not too far away from me. I've been creating fashion and learning to do an Expedition either in Sheffield or in London. We are planning to do an Expedition where I live in a very fancy hotel. Tbh, I'm super excited.

Then more and more people started to ignore me. No drama.

Rolled up to November, my best friend in England is acting all weird around me. Told me not to go to the wake, after the funeral, even tho I looked the memorial for her dead mother, everyone was allowed to go. So I went anyway. All her family loved me, but they hated J (go figure. And yes the same J that my therapist HATED).

I still headed up to the design course, I still love it up there. It's cold, but she has a wood fire. It's nice to sew and create fashion. It helps distract me from my family.

I saw my cousin, he was on drugs and acting erratic. Threatening anyone who looks at him weird and threatening children, he was gonna beat them up. Calling them a freak and so on. When they ran past me in fear, they were calling the police.

Rolled up to December, I thought an old drama situation from a decade ago was over. Nope. Found out, my so-called best friend told our friends I caused drama, because they all heard me and my mother argue, (when I was living with her at the time). She hid her stories on her IG when i told her I blocked everyone. When she hid her stories, I just blocked her. Tbh, she was a child and I haven't got time for people like that. Especially after this year. Do it once, I'm happy to cut you off. I know Al is still stalking my profile, (hi, how ya doin 😘).

I got my neck tattoo because after this year, FUCK IT. Y'all calling me a criminal, I'm gonna get a Corpse Bride butterfly tattoo, on my fucking neck. BECAUSE, WHY THE FUCK NOT. Straight after when I got my tattoo, I needed to pay the tattoo artist, so I head to the bank, but before I went to the bank. I treated myself to Costa Cafe, a hot chocolate and a small cake. I wasn't that hungry, but it was nice. I saw my cousin there, she kept telling her friend how my skin should be "pure" and having a neck tattoo is against the family rules. Her friend was confused and my cousin kept telling her, how I should "marry within the family. She should marry my cousin". Yeahh her friend thought the family rules were weird and her friend liked my tattoo. But my cousin wasn't having it because my uncle An wouldn't like it. (Fucking lol. My family can kiss my furry purple ass). Now she needs to tell the family and my family won't be happy because they have to disown me (fucking lol). It was that moment I knew I needed another tattoo on the other side of my neck. BECAUSE AFTER THIS FUCKING YEAR, WHY THE FUCK NOT. I walked up to my tattoo artist, gave him the money and walked back home. As I was walking home, I saw a family friend full on screaming and swearing at her children. I ignored her and just walked home. Nothing to do with me, I'm keeping my nose out of it. Now people have started to treat me with respect since I got the neck tattoo???? Like, wtf. This never happened. It was so fucking weird.

I think I lost that best friend whose mum died. My intuition started to kick in that J is spreading shit about me. So I just muted all of her profiles so I don't see what she's up too. If I don't hear from her again, I don't mind. I'm thinking of the worst case possible right now.

I still continue doing my design work. I've been experimenting and my teacher, she thinks I'm really talented. I've been doing so much fine detail work, it's been fun.

In all honesty, I FUCKING HATE IT HERE. Other than the design work. FUCK ENGLAND AND FUCK WHERE I LIVE. I FUCKING HATE IT HERE.

Anyone tells me otherwise, your suss. Just sayin.

I hope everyone had a better than me. It started off shit, still kinda shit. But at least people will leave me alone. Planning on getting another tattoo on the other side of my neck. BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT. Y'all wanna treat me like I'm a criminal, I will be a criminal, by getting tattoos and me showing them off. Because fuck what other people think, I'm gonna do my own thing. Don't like it? Kiss my furry purple ass.

It's funny how, people thought I was conservative and "prim and proper" HA 🤣🤣

[damien-mlm]

Arrival to Ambrose

Chris is on a tourist bus. After coming back to Huston to visit his father and sister's graves one last time, he decided to tour around the country trying to find a place where he could finally die quietly. Now, the bus driver is cursing and they are running out of gas, Lester spots them and leads them to Ambrose. All the tourists get off the bus and get immediately introduced to the town by Cande, an old friend he met in his last year of highschool, who was calling herself Courtney, and leads them to the House Of Wax for a small tour while the bus gets filled up with gas.

They meet when she is guiding the whole group around the house of wax, eventually it gets dark and the entire group decides to stay at the motel and take off in the morning.

Before he went with the group into the House of Wax, he approached Bo who was naturally blasting Manson. Chris had an idea and took out his earphones, asking Bo if he ever heard of Rammstein, since he likes hard rock too and Bo doesn't know of them. So Chris gives him one earphone to listen to and very deliberately chooses a specific song called Küss Mich.

Bo likes it and starts to gently headbang to the beat, when Chris just casually says “Kiss me”

"I beg yer pardon?" Bo asked

"Oh, it's the name of the song, it's in German though…"

"I see... 'S a good song, I'll give the band a try, er..."

"Chris, Chris Alba" he offers his right hand to shake and Bo takes it gladly, in a firm but friendly handshake.

"Nice meetin' ya, Chris. I'm Bo" they let go of each other's hands after lingering for a second. Making Bo notice a long, vertical scar on Chris' right wrist, barely covered by his snake tattoo.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bo" Chris says with a smile.

Before anything else could go down, "Courtney" was calling the group together to give everybody a tour through the House of Wax.

"Sorry, gotta go. I'll be seeing you around?" Chris asks, a brow raised, and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure thing, enjoy the tour" Bo answered, So this is what it feels to be sweet talked and smirked at by a random southern man? He thinks to himself

Thus, Chris peakes Bo's interest as he walks away. He can't help but to stare at the man's ass as he goes.

He texts Vincent to leave the goth dude to him.

So when the group starts to head to the motel, Bo approaches Chris and offers him to stay the night at the house, Bo is confused but also curious, and he wants to know more about Chris, so he offers him something to drink.

A beer, but Chris asks for whiskey and Bo gets even more interested at this. So they sit on the couch and start drinking, and boy Chris cannot hold his alcohol to save his life. Bo is pretty amused at this, and teases him about it, but you see, Chris is a sad drunk.

At one point he just blankly stares at the way and mutters to himself "I don't want to feel anymore..."

Bo heard this then glanced back at the scar he noticed earlier, so he asks Chris if he is okay.

Chris takes a shot of whiskey and after a long pause "I'm.... tired" he says, without looking up.

Bo knows exactly what he means, but plays dumb and offers to help him upstairs into the guest room, since Chris can barely stand on his own. Chris just holds onto Bo for dear life and lets him guide him upstairs.

At one point, Chris starts humming a song and Bo asks what it is that he is humming, so Chris starts to drunkenly sing a verse:

"I long to be like you

Lie cold in the ground like you 

There's room inside for two 

And I'm not grieving for you

I'm coming for you…"

Bo is... concerned? He doesn't know why, but he finds himself caring for this random depressed man. Eventually they reach the guest room and as Bo tries to lie Chris down, Chris doesn't let go, making him fall on top of Chris.

Bo is incredibly flustered and tries to get up, but Chris keeps holding onto him, "Please.... Stay..." he begs, Bo just stares into Chris's big sad eyes, looking like they are about to burst and is barely able to blurt out "I can't, I'm sorry" before leaving.

Bo leaves the room, and Chris cries himself to sleep, clutching the pendant on his necklace in his fist.

A few hours later, Chris wakes up in a haze, groggy and hungover, with sunlight beaming into the basement of the gas station from the little drain on the concrete floor of the station. He is strapped to The Chair.

Despite his situation, he calmly scans the room with half opened eyes, until he spots Bo standing across the room, smirking maliciously at him. Chris can't help but to look up and down at him, raise a brow and smirk himself, maybe this was his lucky day after all.

Bo is confused as to why Chris is not only calm as a clam, but smiling under the tape covering his mouth. Is he still drunk? Why is he not fighting against the restraints? Why isn't he trying to cry out for help? He can't for the life of him figure out the man he has strapped, and it frustrates him deeply. 

Chris notices Bo's upset and starts to mumble underneath the tape.

Bo angrily stomps his way towards Chris, "Now, whatcha tryna say? Huh?!" He says in an elevated tone and snatches the tape from his mouth, hoping the pain would bring this insane man back to his senses.

"Ow~" Chris says, following it with a deep chuckle.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya?" Bo asks, his blood running hot, although he doesn't quite know in which way.

This only makes him the more confused as Chris calmly responds in a flirtatious tone "I know we had a connection last night but damn, at least take me out to dinner before tying me up, big boy"

Bo is not only confused and angry at this point, but also in disbelief, just what is going on in this man's head?

"An' here I thought I was the fucked up one…" he says as he grabs Chris by the hair and pushes his head back on the chair, holding him there

"... Or maybe ya don't quite understand the situation ya’r in…" he continued as he leaned into Chris' face with his signature sadistic smirk in his face, trying his best to hide the confusion and put up a more intimidating look in hopes of finally getting this man to break.

Chris looks up at him, without moving a muscle, and smiles softly, "Oh I know exactly what's going on, sugar. You seem to be the one who's confused" he said.

Bo is going insane, he must be. Not only he cannot figure this man out, nor scare him, but he also saw right through his facade this easy?

He pushes Chris' head into the chair with a frustrated grunt and turns away from him.

"Aw, don't look so let down, big boy. Here, I'll tell you a secret" Chris starts, and Bo turns back to look at his face, only this time he's keeping a small distance between them.

"You see… when you've longed for death for as long as I have, you don't complain once The Reaper finally shows up…" Chris says solemnly, a tinge of anguish in his voice, much like the night before.

Bo gazed at Chris' scar, then back at his face, "... And, honestly? I couldn't have asked for a better looking Reaper than you, sugar" he said, winking at Bo, who is more confused, yet deeply intrigued by the second.

He's only able to blurt out, "You're fucked in the head…" as he turns his face away again, trying to hide a rising heat creeping up his cheeks. Just, what is going on?? 

Chris cackles at Bo's reaction, "Well that's rich coming from a guy who has a collection of snuff Polaroids in his torture dungeon" he says, gesturing with his head at the wall covered in victim's pictures.

Bo scoffed at Chris’ remark, then left the room in a huff, slamming the door behind him. He stayed with his back to the door, trying to recollect himself from the madness he just experienced. 

This Chris guy was more interesting than he originally thought, and he could hear him groan in frustration from inside the room, “Great! Now I can’t even get somebody else to kill me… way to go, me…”. Maybe he would keep Chris around for a while, see if he really meant all this or if he was just bluffing...

Well! I had this already so I decided to post it now 🖤✨

Tag list @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @moon-of-desire @allthingsblood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @texaschainsawslvt

Imma keep writting whenever I can 👀

[bluegunnerbabe73]

Repay

Plot: You suddenly catch feelings to Alex. You haven't talked to Alex for few weeks but decide to visit him one day.

POV: Fem

Warnings: None.

Category: Smut

Going on a run on a hot day isn't a good idea. Though it feels nice. Running is something you like to do. Whether you were upset or happy. You run up a small hill. You decide to sit down on a stone. You close your eyes and relax. You're thinking about the day when you were cycling with Alex and Marc and a few others. Especially a certain moment of that day.

That moment was, when you were finished cycling and you saw Alex slightly covered in dirt. You stood still and very stiff. Blushing. You squeezed your bicycle's handle. Some very strong feeling lit up inside you. You don't know what happened to you. But suddenly you were really craving him. You aren't really sure if anyone noticed. You left shortly after. On your way home, you were still thinking about what you just saw. And a little more. Like his very tempting bulge.

You have known Alex for years. You have never thought of him like this before. You have only seen him as this sweet guy who helped you a lot. As a friend. You are not even sure if you can ever thank him enough. Alex is always so kind, humble, and sweet. You don't understand where suddenly this feeling comes from. It's so odd.

You decide to run back home. It's a hot day and you need a shower.

"Hey, you're back. So. Your shelf is fixed. Hopefully, it won't break again. ", your mom said.

"Oh, thank you, so kind of you.", you said and hugged her.

"Sorry, I'm sweaty."

"Don't worry about it. I have to go. See you later sugar. Bye.", she winked.

"Bye, mom.", you waved.

You walk to your bedroom while taking off your clothes. Afterward, you went into the shower. Brushing your hair and washing your body felt spiritual in a weird sense. Minutes pass by without you noticing.

Being done with the shower, you dried yourself off. Your phone buzzed and you walked quickly to see what it was. It was a text from Alex. Your heart starts beating faster and faster. You finally open the text and:

    "Hey, just wanted to ask if you'd wanna come over? I know it has been a while since we last talked 😅. Marc has his friends over and I thought that maybe you'd wanna visit. In case you feel lonely or something. Unless you have some other plans. Last time I saw you, you left very fast 🤨. Was something wrong? Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything. Please answer me soon."

So he doesn't suspect anything? Or even notice? Whatever, you want to see him anyway. So you answer:

    "Hi. Yes, I'd be happy to come over. See ya soon."

You ran to your bedroom and tried to decide what to wear. You finally decided and fixed your hair and makeup.

Finally at the Marquez's house. You knocked on the door. Alex came to open it.

"Hello!", he said and took you inside.

"Hey!", you answered back shaking.

"Are you cold?", he asks confused.

"No.", you smiled.

"We are watching football in the living room. Anything to drink or eat?"

"No thank you. I'm fine."

You walked to the living room with Alex and sat down on the couch. Alex sat next to you. You were watching the game but your thoughts were on Alex. It seemed like Alex wasn't that focused on the game either.

Alex got up and walked to the kitchen. You also got up and followed him. It was only us in the kitchen.

"Would you like something?", Alex asked.

"Yes, something warm to drink.", you answered while caressing your arms.

"I could make you hot chocolate with strawberry milkshake liqueur and whipped cream."

"I'd like to try that."

Alex started making the drink. He finished by adding the whipped cream.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm not really that interested about the game. Are you?", Alex asked.

"No. Not that much.", you rolled your eyes and took a sip of the drink.

"Let's go to my room. We can hangout out there. They won't hear us and we can barely hear them there. Privacy. "

"I'd like that.", you smiled.

You walked to Alex's room. Alex closed the door. You sat down on Alex's bed.

"How is everything?", you asked him.

"Better. Everything seems getting better.", Alex sits down and smiles.

"That's really good to hear. Alex, there is something, I wanna say."

"Okay.", Alex says and leans forward.

Before you could say anything, one of Marc's friend opened the door.

"Are you guys coming to watch the rest of the game?"

"No.", we said at the same time.

"Okay, I'll tell the rest.", they said and closed the door.

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate you. And I don't know how to say this. But I have feelings for you. Since that day. I don't what happened to me. I just couldn't get you out of my mind. Please forgive me.", you said with dramatic eyes.

"Oh y/n. You don't have to be sorry."

"We have been friends for so long. I didn't want to ruin it. Because you are so important to me. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"I think there is a way."

"Really? How?", you asked. Slightly wondering what he means.

"Lay down.", Alex said softly.

You went further back and laid back. Alex moved himself from the chair and laid himself above you. He landed his hand on your jaw. You put your hands on his chest and look into his eyes. Alex smiles at you and you smile to him back with a smile.

"Kiss me.", you asked him.

"What?", he answered back.

"Kiss me. Please."

Alex put his hands on the both sides of your jaws. Alex put his lips close to your lips.

"Are you sure?", he whispers.

"Yes.", you quietly whimper.

Alex kisses you. You wrap your hands around his neck. Your hands are running through his hair. You can feel his hands going down your waist. Alex stops and looks at you for permission to continue. You nod and Alex opens your legs. He pulls you closer and you feel his largening bulge the continues kissing you. He continues move to your neck.

"Oh, Alex.", you lightly moan.

He moves on to your chest. Alex stops and stands up toward the bed. He unbuttons his pants and lowers them, making his boxers with a bulge visible. You caress Alex's leg upwards. You take a lick of Alex's bulge looking into his eyes. Alex bites his lip and takes a condom from the drawer. He gives it to you, lowers down his boxer making his hard cock come out. You opened the condom package and put the condom on his cock. You put his cock inside your mouth and started going back and forth. You heard Alex lightly moan. Looking up at him, you admire his muscles while sucking his cock. Alex holds your hair in pigtails. Alex's cock feels so big, that you feel like you're going to gag.

"Gosh, y/n! You feel so fucking good!", Alex groans.

"Go lay on the bed.", he adds.

You go and lay in the bed. Alex follows you and kisses your inner thigh towards upwards. Alex removes your pants, revealing only your thongs. Alex puts your thong aside, and starts licking you.

His tongue playing with your clit feels so good that, you have a hard time staying still. Alex removes your thong and continues. He's holding your thighs, so that you stay still. The thought of you getting caught with Alex faded away. You don't care, Alex feels that good.

You remove the rest of your clothes making completely naked. Alex made himself naked too.

Alex inserted two fingers inside you. Going in and out.

"You are really wet. My fingers are getting soaked.", Alex lightly chuckles.

"Can you put on more finger inside me?"

"Of course."

Alex fingers you with three fingers. You moan and give Alex puppy eyes.

Alex takes his cock and inserts the tip inside.

"Please, all the way in.", you ask.

You feel as his full hard cock comes inside. This is the same feeling as from that day from cycling, but stronger. This is what you have been craving so badly. You couldn't ever imagine having this feeling for him.

Alex lays down, putting you on top. Going up and down, Alex holding you breasts. Moans coming from both of you, Alex's grip moved to your waist as your started getting faster. Moment after moment, you feel tears going down your face.

"Alex, Alex, Alex!", you moan and whimper.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!", Alex moaned with his teeth closed.

As you are going up and down, up and down, faster and faster. Alex goes up to kiss you. Moans come out of your mouths as you cum. You both slam yourselves on to the bed. You dreamily look at each other.

"I can't believe what we just did.", you giggled.

"You liked it?", Alex bites his lip with a lip.

"Yes. That was amazing."

Alex comes closer to you and cuddles you.

[bontens-new-executive]

His voice

Baji x soulmate f!reader

Request by: @aeshiiteiru

Genere: fluff

Warnings: a bit of violence, nothing to major tho

Soulmate situation: once you hear your soulmates name, their name appears on your wrist

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You were walking home after visiting your favorite mochi shop. It was late in the evening where you didn't expect people to be out and about. But you weren't as right as you wish you were. Walking your way home you heard a group of guys arguing.

You had two choices. Choose the bridge for the way home, which would be quite the detour. Or choose to walk under the bridge, where you could hear the people arguing.

Now many people would choose the bridge because of safety. But let's be real, the other way was much faster. The faster you're home, the quicker you can eat your lovely mochis.

Walking down the path you chose, you could make out three different voices. "MAN JUST GIVE UP! THERE'S NO USE!", one frantically screamed, voice not seeming as confident as it should be. The other voice shouting, "Y-YEAH! ITS STILL THREE AGAISNT ONE!" Followed by the third voice, "RIGHT! YOU'RE EXHAUSTED! YOU CANT WIN AGAINST US THREE!"

Everything was silent for a few seconds. You stopped walking, maybe regretting choosing this path. You could hear one person moving. "Yo, what's goin' on! That sounds like bullshit to me! I'm perfectly fine! I can take you three all at once! LET'S GO!", the forth voice yelled. His voice was deeper and much more confident.

It sounded so soothing. But, why? Have you heard this voice before? Do you know him from somewhere? You couldn't think of anyone. But one thing was for sure, you wanted to get to know the person with such a smooth voice. Somehow you felt like it was calling you. Something felt so attracting.

Deciding to continue walking, you soon found the group of guys that were making all this trouble. Walking slowly to observe, you payed close attention to the situation happening. You saw about six other people laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Given the context you just heard, it was save to assume that the one guy with the soothing voice beat them all up. Which was honestly really impressive. He sure had to be strong and a skilled fighter.

It wasn't a pleasant sight necessarily, but it sure was nice to see him beat up the others easily. He looked tough, his hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, throwing heavy punches. Punches that knocked, the first guy that was attacking him, out cold. Which also meant, only two more guys to go. You didn't expect anything surprising other than him winning. Until you saw the leader pulling out a knife. How unfair. The long haired guy didn't seem to notice, being focused on beating the third guy up.

Quickly you moved forward, walking straight towards the fight. This surly was a bad idea. But why did it feel so right? Regardless, there was no time to think about your reasoning right now. With no hesitation you joined the fight. Getting behind the leader, roundhouse-kicking him in the ribs before elbowing him in the face.

The leader stumbled back, holding his side. Not giving him any time you took his hand that was holding the knife and twisted his wrist. "WHO ARE YOU!?", he screamed out in pain. Turning his arm further, causing him to drop the knife, you answered, "None of your damn business. I wouldn't be involved If it wasn't for you being a coward and tying to use a knife."

Hearing a loud groan from behind, you turned around looking at the other male on the ground. "So you have been watching us then? Didn't notice you. Respect.", the last guy standing noted, pulling out his hair tie. Watching his hair fall free, all you could think was how beautiful and healthy it looked.

"Well yeah, I wasn't as obnoxious loud like all of you. How would you have heard me, while you were beating the living daylight out of that guy.", you pointed to the man laying before his feet. "I could've taken them all by myself ya know. Why did you join in?", the man who's name was still unknown asked. "He had a knife with him. It would have been unfair. Therefore I had to step in and help.", you said.

He looked at you, his puzzled expression more noticeable than before, "do I know you from somewhere?" So he felt the same too? He also thought you were familiar. But you don't remember ever meeting him.

"I don't think so.", you answered, looking just as confused. "What's your name?", the male questioned. He felt as if he had known you for years. As if you needed to be in his life.

"I'm y/n (full name)", he stood still hearing your name. It was something about your name. It sounded so familiar, so welcoming to him. "And what's yours?", you asked, wanting to know his name too. Given the unexpected attraction toward him, you needed to know the reason for It "I'm keisuke. Baj-", before finishing his sentence, somebody called for him.

"Oi baji! There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you, man!", a friend, you guessed, came running down. "Oh? Y/n?", he asked. "Wait. You know her?", baji asked surprised. "Yeah I do. She's in my class." You looked at him, recognizing him immediately. It was one of your good friends; mitsuya takashi. "Mitsuya? You know him?", you questioned, referring to baji. If he did know him that would mean, if you hung out with mitsuya you'd get to hang out with baji at some point too.

"Yeah I do. He's part of my gang. We sadly can't stay to chat though, we have to go. Let's go baji.", he urged, in obvious hurry. "Damn, already?", baji was not happy about it. He wanted to stay and talk to you. He felt so drawn to you. He needed to get to know you more. Mitsuya was quite surprised. Never has baji shown any interest like this. Of course mistuya was quick to come to a conclusion, looking at yours and bajis wrist only confirmed his assumptions.

Before they both left, you could see mitsuya pointing to his wrist while looking at you, signaling you to look at your own wrist. Which you did.

It was fair to say that you were quite surprised. There on your wrist was bajis name. Beautifully written "Baji Keisuke" in the prettiest deep ocean blue you've ever seen. Everything made sense now. He was your soulmate, that's why you felt so drawn to him despite this being the first time meeting him.

One thing was sure to say. The next time you meet mitsuya, you'll surely ask for bajis number.

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"Hey, uh- mitsuya?", baji was unsure how to word his upcoming question. "Yeah?", mitsuya already had a hunch of what was coming, "what's up?" Baji looked unsure and quite conflicted, "do you- do you happen to have y/n's number?" Mitsuya looked at baji, who was looking down to his feet, "I suppose I do. Why do you ask?" The silver-lilac haired male knew why he wanted your number, but why not have a little fun with this?

"Ah- well- I wanted to thank her for helping me. Right. Yeah.", baji didn't exactly know why he wanted your number, but he needed it. "I can thank her for you next time I see her, you know.", he answered, finding this situation quite funny. "Ah- No- No. It's fine! I don't wanna burden you with this. I can thank her myself.", baji frantically told him. He couldn't let this opportunity pass, he needed your number.

"Haha alright. I guess I can give you her number,", mistuya chuckled, seeing baji sigh out of relief. "Have you, by any chance, looked at your wrist in the last 20 minutes?", he continued. Baji looked at him, confused at what he meant. Lifting his arm to look at his wrist he stood still once more, falling behind mitsuya.

It was your name. Your name on his wrist. That was the reason why he wanted to stay with you so badly. You were his soulmate. He'd always been thinking about how he'd meet his soulmate and what they'd look like. He smiled at the thought of you, feeling proud of his soulmate being this confident and cool, stepping in a fight to help.

"Are you coming?", mitsuya who stood a few steps before him laughed at bajis surprised expression. "You knew?", the surprised male asked his friend. "It took only seconds by the look in your eyes." Bajis cheeks grew warm. The look in his eyes? "Shut up! Let's go!" He sure was happy to have you as his soulmate.

And he sure as hell could not wait to text and see you again.

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I won’t mind! <3

[cultgambles]

Like a Virgin

TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 🎶

So dabi is probably a virgin, but if he did lose it, i feel like he would have lost it at like a glory hole or some shit LMAO so i’m writing it. Also he’s like in his early 20s here, before he joined the league.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Warnings: nsfw, virgin!dabi, def ooc, experienced gn!reader, afab, awkward, first time, public, semi-public, unprotected, wrap it before you tap it! soft, praise

Word count: 4k

Masterlist | Requests? Open

THE FIRST VISIT

The bar Dabi’s at is packed. People are close enough to be akin to sardines in a can. They’re all sweaty and moving to the beat of the music playing overhead. The strobe lights flashing gives a red, then blue, then yellow-green glow to the room. He usually spends his days here, nothing else to do for a runaway. He squeezes past a couple and leans against the wall, surveying the area with intense blue eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke fill his lungs. Dabi lets the butt of the cig slip out of his fingers and he extinguishes it under the toe of his boot.

He soon saunters off to the back of the bar, where the toilets are. There’s only one stall, so he’s stuck outside waiting for the two blokes before him to finish up. A couple on his left are pushed up against the wall, clearly lost in each other. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stares up at the ceiling, clicking his tongue in boredom. While there is a fair amount of graffiti littering the walls, one in particular pops out to him.

It’s a drawing of a keyhole, a pair of lips, and a key. “Keyhole?”

“What was that buddy?” the guy in front of him mumbles.

“Nothing, just lookin’ at that up there,” he says back.

The guy looks up. “Oh yeah, that’s been there for ages. A buddy of mine got the full experience, if ya know what I mean.”

Dabi nods. He can guess what it means. No one’s ever looked at him in that way, burnt skin and all. Sure, he used to be cute, but now? He couldn’t fathom it. He shakes his head.

No use dwelling on the past.

The restroom finally opens up and he’s able to relieve himself. Too many beers, maybe. As he’s zipping up his pants, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small hole at almost waist level. He ducks down to inspect it. Above it, it says ‘stick it here!’ with an arrow pointing down.

“I know you’re there,” he hears a soft voice say from the other side. A slender hand reaches in slightly, curling a finger in a beckoning motion.

“I don’t think you’d want me,” Dabi says.

“That’s why it’s a hole in the wall. Being anonymous is kind of, like, the whole thing here. If you don’t want this, it’s fine, just send the next guy in.”

“You sucked off the other guys that were here before me?”

“No, I just got here. But my friend did.”

“Fine, I’ll give it a go.”

“Never done anything like this before?”

“No.” Dabi decides to be vulnerable for once. He clears his throat. “No one’s ever…”

The other person is clearly surprised, evident in their voice. “Why come here, then?”

“If you saw me, I don’t think you’d like me,” is all he says before slipping his soft cock through the hole. It’s at an awkward angle, but nothing he can’t manage.

“Well your cock looks nice. I’ll be vulnerable too. My name’s [Y/N].”

Dabi grunts as cold hands stoke down his shaft, just getting the feel of his weight. [Y/N] gives a few experimental tugs and slowly, it rises to attention. His cock’s nice, with a tip flushed red and two veins on the underside. [Y/N] runs their thumb over the slit as beads of precum build up at the tip. It’s now slick enough that [Y/N] can easily run their hand up and down. Dabi bucks slightly with each tug and he leans his forehead against the dirty wall.

The sensation of someone else touching him is so different from his own calloused hands, and he can’t help but keen at the feeling. Suddenly, a hot mouth envelops him.

He actually moans at this, to which he promptly curses. [Y/N]’s mouth feels like heaven, he can feel the back of their throat, their nose nuzzling at the base of him. [Y/N]’s hand massages his balls, involuntarily coaxing more sounds out of his mouth.

Dabi’s hips jaunt at one particularly hard suck and he swears he hears [Y/N] moan a bit.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” he manages to wheeze out.

[Y/N] hums, the vibration of it buzzing around him. “What if I am?”

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “A little more, doll. Your mouth feels fuckin’ perfect around me.”

Dabi feels the familiar tightening in his body and not long after, he shoots off without warning. [Y/N] milks him, hand and mouth working wonders to prolong his fulfillment. Dabi’s surprised that he cums in their hot mouth, that [Y/N] didn’t pull away. They pant in sync, even though a thin wall separates them.

“I--[Y/N]...”

“That was nice, stranger, hope to taste you again,” they say cheekily. Dabi hears the clack of their shoes and the soft lock of the door behind them. He’s still buzzing slightly from the sensation, but he manages to tuck himself back in his pants and wash his hands again.

When he comes out of the bathroom, a few people are standing there. Some impatient, others with a knowing look. One guy even gives him a thumbs up.

Dabi’s cheeks heat up as he ducks out of their way. He makes a beeline for the door and takes a deep breath. Did that really happen? It was the most thrilling thing that’s happened in a while, and selfishly, he wonders if it was good for [Y/N] too. Was he a good size? What about the taste? Dabi shakes his head and slinks off into the night. Maybe he’ll come back to the hole in the wall, if he’s bored and in the neighborhood.

Who is he kidding? [Y/N]’s mouth around him felt amazing.

THE SECOND VISIT

The next time he steps into the bar, it’s a Thursday, a couple of months after his experience in the bathroom. Same amount of people, but he’s the one who’s different. He’s decided the best way to salvage his skin is to keep the sutures he’s gotten intact. It’s painful, and he feels them bite into his flesh at every movement. He rubs at his nose, feeling the heat of his new piercings react to the pressure.

Dabi pulls out a stool at the bar and motions for the bartender. “What can I get ya?”

“Surprise me, I want something strong.”

“Gotcha, be ready in a few,” the bartender replies, turning around to clean a glass.

“Hey, I recognize your voice,” someone beside him drawls.

It’s someone about the same age as he is.

“Do I know you?”

“Hm, not sure, but I know a part of you.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow, and suddenly it hits him. “You’re [Y/N]?” Dabi looks them up and down. How did he manage to get such a hot little thing giving him attention like this?

“Surprised you remember my name, hotshot,” [Y/N] smiles, taking a seat next to him.

“What can I say, I remember good experiences.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.” [Y/N] sips at their martini. A silence washes over the both of them as they both survey the club. “Did you want to dance?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Dabi shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and slamming it back down on the counter. [Y/N] drowns their drink as well and takes Dabi’s outstretched hand. They make their way to the center, near enough to the DJ that the music vibrates in their bones more intensely. [Y/N] puts Dabi’s hands on their hips as they both move to the beat. He dips his head down and bites at their ear. [Y/N] feels his hands creeping up higher, massaging into the flesh.

“You look good, [Y/N],” Dabi mumbles.

“I like the look in your eyes. I like the way you carry yourself,” [Y/N] smiles, tilting their head up to give him a wet kiss on his neck. “Your staples are cool.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I like the way they glint in the light. Like jewels. Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“You want me to call you daddy?”

Dabi smirks. “You said it, not me.”

After a couple more songs and being pushed by the crowd, [Y/N] asks if he wants to go outside.

“Lead the way, doll.” [Y/N] smiles and grabs his hand, tugging him out of the bar and into the cool night.

“I want to get to know you.”

“There’s not much to know.”

“What about your name, for starters? Where are you from?”

“I go by Dabi these days.”

“Dabi, hm? You runnin’ from something, Dabi?”

He chokes--[Y/N] pretty much got that one on the nose. “You could say that. I’m just trying to find my way now.”

“At least you’re trying. I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same loop since forever!” [Y/N] whines.

“Do something new then,” he says, like it’s obvious.

“I wish it were that simple.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“Well you’re one to talk. You just said it yourself, you’re still finding your way.”

“I’ll change my sentence. I’m looking for someone, and they’ll show me the way,” Dabi’s uncomfortable at the very least. He hasn’t real talked with someone in so long.

And with a complete stranger, no less. But somehow, [Y/N]’s presence is comforting.

“And who are you looking for?” Dabi looks away.

“Fine, don’t tell me then. Keep your secrets.”

“Sweetheart, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

[Y/N] stops. Turns to look at him. “I think you want change. I don’t know in what way, but I get the feeling you’ll do whatever it is to get that change. Am I right?”

“No,” he says, like a liar.

“I hope you’re able to do whatever it is, Dabi.”

Dabi nods awkwardly in thanks. In the moonlight, [Y/N] looks beautiful. Stern, and strong. “Tell me about you.”

“Me? I’m going to uni to become a teacher. I work at a coffee shop. I’m sleep deprived. That’s pretty much it,” [Y/N] shrugs.

“And you give bj’s to random guys in bathrooms,” Dabi adds.

“Oh yeah, and that. I guess that was out of my usual loop. I’ve only ever done that one other time, you know.”

“You were right, it was nice. Being anonymous I mean,” Dabi reveals, “I’m not much of a looker.”

“Well, I think you’re handsome. C’mon, let’s go sit on that bench. I’m tired of walking.” Dabi doesn’t know how to respond--no one’s called him handsome before. The only thing beautiful about him that he would consider would be his fire.

Yeah, those flames are a beauty. Dabi clears his throat and sits next to [Y/N] on the bench. He turns to them. [Y/N] is looking up at a couple birds flying in the sky.

The two sit in silence until Dabi feels [Y/N] shiver a bit. Dabi looks down at them and tentatively throws an arm around them.

“You’re warm, Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs, leaning into his chest. He can smell their scent, and his mouth waters slightly.

“I have a fire quirk.”

“That’s funny. Mine’s a water one.”

“Don’t put me out,” Dabi jokes.

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

“Can I touch you?” Dabi blurts out.

“You’re dirty,” [Y/N] smirks, “Out in the open? What if we get caught?”

“No one’s out here,” he laughs.

“If you heat up your fingers, maybe?”

“Anything for you.” Dabi’s lucky [Y/N]’s wearing a skirt, he can just easily run his fingers over their thighs and dip into the warm flesh of their lower stomach. [Y/N] reaches out to hold Dabi’s wrist tentatively. Their hands are quite smooth, unlike his, and he’s tempted to bring one up to cup his face in a tender motion.

His hands run up their skirt and stroke their sex lightly through the lace there. [Y/N] keens slightly, bucking up for a bit more friction. He’s looking for all those delicious reactions, any hint of distress or pleasure. Afterall, he wants to be good for [Y/N]. He takes a shallow breath. Hopefully he just doesn’t mess up. Instead of thinking about it too hard, he guides [Y/N]’s face to his own with his other hand and gives them a sweet kiss.

“You’re so tender, Dabi. The opposite of what you look like. You look like you could just eat me up and leave nothing but bones.”

“Next time, sweetheart.” He sucks a hickey into their neck and pushes thier panties to the side. He rubs at their clit softly, drawing in small, tight circles. [Y/N]’s already getting wet, and he runs a finger over their slit to gather some wetness to relieve the raw friction.

“Can’t you make some pretty noises for me, baby?”

[Y/N] whines. “Stretch me out with your fingers, Dabi. Gently, okay?”

He watches [Y/N]’s chest rise and fall with every heavy breath they take. He nods, tentatively pushing in with one finger. They’re warm and tight and his dick jumps at the thought of being inside of them completely. His fingertip presses the walls slightly, feeling the gummy texture. [Y/N] pulls up their skirt to their stomach and Dabi’s eyes glue into the way he’s slowly thrusting in and out of them. He adds another long finger. His fingers come out slicked, glistening in the moonlight.

“Am I doing good for you?” he says before he can think.

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing a good job, baby. You’re making me feel so good,” they say breathlessly, rubbing up on his palm for more friction. Dabi leans in to kiss them again, which they happily return. A few more swipes, and he feels [Y/N] tighten up slightly, rhythmically. “I’m close. I...ah…” their voice catches as they cum around his digits.

“Oh, baby,” Dabi coos. He gingerly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth to taste their essence.

“Hard to believe you’ve never done that before,” [Y/N] laughs.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pulling them to their feet and pulling down their skirt. He brushes a stray hair from their face tenderly. He liked how [Y/N] took the time to guide his movements. Something he hasn’t had in a very long while. [Y/N] smiles, taking his larger hand into theirs and squeezing reassuringly.

“Let me take you home, doll. It’s getting late.”

[Y/N] tells him their address softly. “I hope you don’t come murder me, now.”

“I’d never murder a sexy thing like you.”

“You just want the full experience, huh?”

“Can’t hate me for it. Everything else has been good, you can’t deny it.”

“Never would.” They stop in front of an apartment building, standing awkwardly. “I’ll be seeing you,” [Y/N] says sweetly and reaching up to kiss his cheek.

Dabi nods, smiling slightly. He watches [Y/N] ascend the stairs and disappear out of view.

THE FINAL VISIT

Dabi’s sitting on the bench where he and [Y/N] were those couple of weeks ago, mindlessly swiping on his phone. He’s got a message from Giran that reads Got someone I’d like you to meet. He’s not excited, but whatever, if it gets him closer to his goals he could deal.

“Hey, stranger,” he feels something kick his boot. Dabi looks up, ready to burn the person to a crisp until his eyes meet familiar [eye color] ones.

“Oh, it’s you,” Dabi mumbles. He sits up a bit straighter and makes room for them.

“It’s me,” they smile, sitting next to him. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy.” Flaming people, he adds in his head.

“Wanna go for a drink? It’s happy hour.”

“Nothing better to do now,” he says.

“Not too busy for lil ol’ me?”

“How could I resist someone like you?”

“Ha. You can’t.” [Y/N] sticks their tongue out and the two make their way over to the bar. Dabi pays for the both of them and they sit at a booth watching the crowd.

[Y/N] leans into the heat of Dabi’s chest and he fights to get his heart under control. “How’s your quest going?”

“It’s fine. A little closer, as of twenty minutes ago, actually. Still stuck in the same loop?”

“Well that’s good. And sort of, though I think it’s about to change. I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’m just hoping it’ll go well.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

“How ‘bout some good luck sex?” Dabi waggles his eyebrows. [Y/N] giggles.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“Sure, if you wanna think that,” he shrugs, trying to hide his blush into a cough.

[Y/N] pulls his face towards them and plants a sweet kiss on his lips. “Since you asked nicely.” Dabi gives them a questioning look. “I like the texture.”

“Not the only thing that’s textured,” he says huskily.

“Something new? Show me.” Dabi takes their hand and leads them into the dusk. The sun is disappearing behind tall buildings, clouds orange and pink and beautiful.

“Let’s go to my apartment,” [Y/N] says, “you remember where it is, right?”

“Yeah. Be careful when you invite strange men into your house,” he chides as they walk briskly down the street.

“Don’t be a stranger, then. Besides, somehow if I was in trouble, I think you’d know.”

Dabi hums. He’d like to think that, but with his crazy life, he could be out across the country. [Y/N] and Dabi finally stumble up the stairs and they jam the key into the lock, and turn it so it clicks open. They’ve almost got it open when Dabi huffs and pushes them into the room roughly. “You’re being too slow.”

“C’mon, at least let me lock the door.”

“Doll, if any sorry son of a bitch decided to come in, I’d first let them watch us and then burn them to a crisp,” he growls. And much more softly, “you’re safe with me.”

Dabi reaches down to grab their waist and pull them closer, while[Y/N] wraps their arms around his neck. They trade heavy kisses for a while, his tongue poking into their mouth and running along the teeth. [Y/N] leads him backwards to where he can only assume is where the bedroom is.

Their room is messily made and he bounces on the bed a bit when he’s pushed down onto it. [Y/N] climbs onto his lap and he bites at the expanse of skin between their neck and shoulder. They trace fingers along his rough skin, the staples, and lastly, cup his cheek. “Purple is my favorite color,” [Y/N] whispers before pulling their top off.

“Cheesy,” is all Dabi says, shrugging his coat off and pulling his shirt off. Slowly, his hands reach up to cup the soft flesh under their bra, rolling the nipples between his fingers. [Y/N] reaches behind to unclasp the hooks there.

“What happened to you?” [Y/N] asks as more of his flesh is revealed.

“My quirk. It’s not too good on my body.”

“Wish I could heal them like Katara.”

“Like, Avatar?”

“Duh,” [Y/N] lifts a hand and summons a floating ball of water.

“Water is soothing on them,” he says, watching it swirl and lap around. [Y/N] smiles, bringing it to his upper chest and softly pushing it through the grooves of skin. Dabi’s eyes close in appreciation and he flips them over so he’s hovering over their frame. He leans down, kissing everywhere he can manage: tummy, chest, neck. [Y/N] giggles. He makes his way down to their hips and slowly undoes the jean button and unzips the zipper. [Y/N] squirms to help him pull their pants down, and he tosses them somewhere behind him.

He breathes in their scent, leaving a soft kiss on their underwear. He removes those too. It’s his first time seeing this in person, and he’s amazed that he's even got this far. Is this how [Y/N] felt when they saw his member? It’s straining against his own jeans.

[Y/N] pets his hair. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” He tentatively gives a kitten lick up the slit, and [Y/N] shivers at the sensation. He sucks at the bundle of nerves there and grips their hips. His hot mouth attaches to them, tongue swiping out to explore the area there.

He eats them out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, and it quickly is becoming his favorite activity. [Y/N]’s reactions are the best, and he likes how warm their thighs are around his ears.

They moan out his name softly. “I want to feel you inside me already. Please.”

“You’ll have to wait, sweetheart. I want you cumming around my tongue.” [Y/N] makes a muffled sound into a pillow in almost disagreement. He continues his ministrations until wetness floods his mouth. It tastes much stronger than when he sucked his own fingers that time. He purrs in pleasure.

[Y/N]’s coming down from their high and he stands up at the end of the bed to take his pants off. “I’m a little different than when you last saw me.”

“Oh?”

He steps out of his boxer briefs and his cock bounces out. [Y/N] scrutinizes him closely. “Oh! You’ve got piercings!” They scoot to the end of the bed and reach a hand out to feel the barbell piercings.

Five in total. “Did those hurt a lot?”

“Didn’t feel amazing,” he deadpans.

“They’re cool, Dabi. You sure they’re healed up?”

“Yeah, baby.” [Y/N] leans back onto the bed, and he swears they look like an angel posed just for him. He’s hovering above them once again and they stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m ready for you. Whenever you are,” [Y/N] says sweetly. He could melt at their consideration, and he nuzzles his face into their neck to show his appreciation.

He holds himself with his right hand and presses the tip against them. Slowly, he pushes in, warmth enveloping him in a delicious way. He bites his lip to suppress any embarrassing sounds that he could make. [Y/N] feels full in the best way, the piercings feeling odd, but not unenjoyable as they rub against their walls. They both adjust to each other, and soon enough, [Y/N] gives the okay that he can move.

He does, his hips moving slowly as he balances on his forearms. They’re both lost in the feeling of each other, and it’s beautiful and wonderful and amazing. [Y/N] brings his face down to share a sweet kiss.

“Is this good for you?”

“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing good. Making me feel so good. Ahh...your piercings feel so interesting. I’m not hating it at all, though.” Dabi blushes at the praise. “You can go faster.”

“Yeah? Can we try different positions?”

“Whatever you want, baby. We’re both in it together.”

Dabi nods, flipping them so [Y/N]’s seated on top of him. They look so poised up there, for a dick in them.

“Interesting choice,” [Y/N] laughs, rolling their hips and slamming down on him. Dabi’s head thrashes to the side and he lets out a groan. [Y/N] takes the reins, planting their hands on his chest and moving their body up and down. His hands reach up to hold their breasts, and he’s enamored how they move with the rest of them. He thrusts up experimentally and [Y/N] lets out a sound of their own.

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you. C’mon, [Y/N].”

“Hnng,” they whimper in response as he hits a particularly nice spot. [Y/N] falls to his chest and he wraps his arms around them.

“I’ll take over now,” he says, gripping their hips and pounding into them harder, his primal instincts taking over his brain. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. [Y/N] chants his name like a prayer, and he loves how it rolls off of their tongue, especially since they’re filled with pleasure because of him. He feels them tighten around his cock and he almost cums right then and there.

“Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs. “Fill me up. I wanna feel you.”

“Baby, I’m as close as I can get.”

“Wanna feel you,” they mumble incoherently. [Y/N]’s eyes roll back, and their mouth opens in a pant. “Cumming...Dabi…cum with me...”

He feels the familiar tightening in his balls and he coaxes [Y/N] to hold out a bit.

“I can’t...I’m…Dabi…” [Y/N] squeaks as they both climax together. He languidly thrusts, enjoying the feeling of [Y/N]’s pussy milking him. He’s cum so much it’s leaking out and falling to the sheets in a puddle.

They allow their sticky bodies to just lay and be content in the afterglow of post-sex. Dabi pulls out slowly and holds [Y/N] in his arms.

“I’m glad you were my first,” he whispers.

“Cheesy,” [Y/N] giggles, turning around to grab their hydro off the nightstand. They take a long sip and offer some to Dabi, too. He drinks and [Y/N] lays their head back on his chest. “Can we just stay like this?”

Dabi just kisses them on the forehead and they both drift off to sleep.

Maybe the best sleep he’s had in a while.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” [Y/N] pokes his nose. Dabi grumbles out something unintelligible and opens his bleary eyes. [Y/N]’s standing over him in a blue sweatshirt that comes down to their thighs. “I’ve got breakfast for you. And there’s some sweats in the bathroom if you wanna wear ‘em.”

He nods and watches them walk out of the room. He finds the bathroom without much trouble and stands in front of the toilet. After yawning, he pulls on the sweats that are folded there. Dabi wonders if they’re an ex’s or what the deal is. He stumbles into the living room and [Y/N]’s sitting on the couch holding a plate above their lap. There’s one on the coffee table for him as well.

“Wanna watch anything?”

“Sure,” he says, plopping down next to them and inspecting the food.

“It’s just an omelet. I don’t have any poison, if that’s what you’re wondering.” [Y/N] clicks on the Netflix icon and pulls up a random movie.

“Thanks.”

Is this what he deserves? Soft mornings like these? He fights a smile that wants to bubble up. In this moment, he decides he’s found one person he’s been looking for. If Giran wants him to meet who he thinks it is, he’ll have to be much more careful, for [Y/N]’s sake.

But maybe that’s worth it when he can hear [Y/N]’s sweet laugh filter through his ears.

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress pt.VII

Ya like weddings?

Warnings: Hinting to sexual Innuendos.

   “I don't mind them” you said, taking your seat in front of him per usual. “Why do you ask?” you questioned, your head tilting slightly. your eyes watching his kind ones.

   “General Hawthorne is marrying her lover, since she is a friend of mine since our early childhood, she asked me to walk her down the isle in place of her deceased father” you smiled gently finding that action very sweet. “Since I was going with my family... I was curious if you would attend as my date perhaps?” pink dusted his cheeks, watching your eyes intently for your response. your cheeks flushed at the question.

   “I-Id love too” you said, eyes slightly widened. You could feel your heart beating faster, subconsciously you started to fidget with your hands. He asked you as his date. Phil’s words laced through your mind slowly. 

   Techno's form visibly relaxed at your words. feeling a major weight lifted off his shoulders. He had herd from Phil that you were quite soft with the thought of him, as was Techno of you. after your nightly snowball fight, Techno couldn't get you out of his mind. That night he thought for hours on the sight of you under him, smiling ever so fondly up at him. It had his heart in complete knots. He could tell you trusted him completely. For how you always put your guard down around him, it made it easy for him to read you. He saw your lingering eyes at dinners and the casual times you would reach out for him, hug him or just make attempts at contact. He could hear how your voice was when he had to leave. You wanted him to stay. Techno would admit, although he wasn't one for many gatherings. the idea of seeing you in something more formal had him rather eager. He never had a taste for the court women, there poofy frilly dresses, all the extra jewelry they would drape on themselves. He never found attraction to it. Yet when his eyes linger to you, he couldn't wait to see how you presented yourself. Would you wear jewelry? He thought back to the golden earrings you had made a while ago. his eyes lingered to his desk drawer.

   “I suppose if your going as my date, you should have the finest things. correct?” Techno's eyes glanced to you. You looked at him doe-eyed, he had to clear his throat and glance away. His cheeks going pinker at the sight of you.

   “I-I... I mean, I’ll be ok with what I have Techno” You watched him. He pulled one of his drawers out and taken something out.

   Techno sighed. “(y/n) I'm gonna be honest with you...” He said walking to stand in front of you. He offered you his hand, when you took it you could feel how clamy his hand was. He was nervous. He gently pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. although he towered you, you were not scared by his presence. You actually found him very comforting. He gently let go of your hand and showed you a little velvet box. You recognized this box easily. It’s what you put the earrings you made in. “Do you remember these?” He asked. You nodded in response. how could you forget after all. “What was the ingot, and gem’s I gave you, when you made these?” You paused briefly. thinking back on this.

   “It was a gold ingot, and emerald's” You said looking up to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

   “It wasn't just any golden ingot” He said, his eyes now finding yours. “Do you remember when I raided that Mansion? the night we found Tommy?” You nodded. again, how could you forget something that was important to you. Yes, you remembered it for Tommy, but it also was the day Techno said the two of you were friends. “That night I left with a totem of undying. That totem will guarantee that the person holding it will not die.” He pressed his lips.  collecting his thoughts. “I..I-I don't let people very close to me... But you, Your just different. I-I, I cant put my finger on why. But you are, and when I say I will protect you. I promise, I will protect you.” His cheeks were a light red now. He was stumbling over his words as he opened the box to show the earrings you made. “I understand that at times, I wont be at your side. But I made a promise to your father, that at no point would I ley harm befall you” You gently rested your hand on his to reassure him. He was nervous, you knew he had no reason to. But that didn't stop him from stumbling over himself. “What I'm tryin’ to say is. Please... Please wear these for me...”

   You knew Techno well enough to know that this was his way of saying he cared for you. He was asking you to wear something that would prevent your life from ending. You gave him a kind smile, almost a loving one. “Anything to make you happy” You said softly. His eyes softened by ten-fold. Oh you definitely had his heart in your hand. “could you put them in for me?” You asked, looking up at him. He gave you a slow nod. gently removing your studs, he placed them on his desk as to not loose them to the floor. You felt him put your new emerald earrings in. The Gold of them made with totem of undying. The earrings you now wore, were the same style ones that Techno and Phil wore together. The three of you now having matching earrings.

   Techno’s eyes lingered as he put the earrings in. You were so warm to the touch, your skin ever so soft. when you looked up to him with innocence. He couldn't help but think of other things...

   later that night you were sitting on your bed thinking. You had forgotten to ask Techno about himself. Far to lost with the moment he gave you, your new favorite earrings. You glanced to your clock. It was late. Your mind drifted back to Techno. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to see him again and talk to him more. 

   “maybe... just a quick visit...” you said to yourself as you got up, slowly waling out of your room. Heading for Technoblade’s room. You had never been to his room, of course you’ve passed it. But you’ve never had a reason to enter, until now. You knocked gently on the large door. waiting for a ‘Enter’ or some signal to go in.

   When the door opened it was your turn to go speechless, and red with blush. Techno stood there lazily, his hair was completely down and brushed out of every braid he normally wore. He had no crown, and no shirt. You couldn't help how your eyes fell, I mean you already were chest level with him, but this did not help. He did go pink at your longing stare, choosing to tease you about it for more amusement. “You know my eye’s are up here Princess...” You drew in a breath and quickly spewed out apologies. only earning a fond chuckle from him. “I'm only kiddin’” He leaned on the door way well giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your blush never leaving. “what brings you to my room? Don't tell me your still tryna’ sleep with me now” You gave him a shy smile before starting.

   “I uhm.. wanted to actually ask you a bit about yourself... I meant to earlier, but we were side tracked with the earrings.” You explained. He hummed and stepped aside for you. You gave him a quizzical look not understanding why he moved.

   “I'm not going to talk to you at my doorway, Princess” You realized he wanted you to come inside. you slowly entered, having not expected this turn of advents. Well you looked around you realized he actually had a nice room. It was a decent size room. In the middle was a rather large, four-poster bed, the covers were pulled back a bit signaling he probably had just gotten out of bed to get the door. There was a fireplace across from his bed with two sofa’s placed in front of it. He had two doors made of glass that led to a rather large balcony beside his bed. Where the room looked natural, there were books lingering, and set aside everywhere, he had bookshelves against the wall. Somehow it fit for him. On one wall there were two doors. one probably being a bathroom and the other for a closet. His room was actually pretty cold contrasting to the way it looked. You assumed it was like this because his body temperature was hotter like Phil said. “Would you like to sit at the sofa or the bed?” his eyes lingered yours. 

   Glancing between the two you really didn't mind, your rubbed your arms from the chill of the room well you thought. Techno had noticed this and walked towards his bed, pulling the covers back more. “Here... clime in over here. If your cold now, your just going to get colder.” you looked to him and went pink. You chewed your lip a bit thinking, ultimately deciding it wouldn't hurt to sit beside him.

   You walked over and climbed up onto his bed. it was so soft, you relaxed down and pulled the covers over your legs, praying for the heaviness of the blankets to rush forth their warmth. Techno climbed in next to you and got comfortable again. As he shifted he figured he would ask. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” he moved his head to face yours. 

   You both were laying on your backs, loosely facing each other. “Well... I guess id just like to know more. You know about my childhood and stuff... I was curious if I could know about yours maybe” He pondered a bit, thinking about your words.

   “I suppose that’s fair. It’s a bit lengthy though, princess” you shifted your body and faced him, showing he had your full attention.

   “I don't mind. Your interesting, anything you tell me will be worth it” He smiled softly at you.

   “is that so...” he mused. You nodded and he lightly chuckled, running a hand over his face well he thought. Your eyes lingered down his jaw to his neck. Without his usual pendants it looked bare, he had a prominent collar bone. His shoulder muscles also were very prominent. All in all Techno had a side profile of a god. 

   After Techno thought of were to start, he slowly began. “When I was about one or two Phil had found me in the Nether. I guess he was just making a supply run for some potions and I was just left behind. He couldn't leave me there so he took me home with him... That's when I met my Mother. She was a very kind and loving person... She always cared more about others than herself. She Taught me how to read, write, she basically taught me everything she could..” His eyes went a little sad. you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed thickly. “She didn't care that I was a hybrid, she was always protective of me... If someone from the court made a comment on me not being a prince she wouldn't hesitate to stand up for my name. Of course Phil would stand up for me too, but mother was the most protective of her boys.” He took a deep breath pondering again. “when I was five Mother had Wilbur, it was a weird adjustment to being a older brother, but I didn't care, I took Wil with me wherever I could. He could be a massive pain, but he’s still my brother” You gave him a sweet smile, finding it cute of how he talked about his brother. “When Wilbur was Four, I was Nine.” he gave a slight pained laugh. suppressing his emotion. “It was right after my birthday... Mother and Dadza had sat down for a dinner. In the middle of it she started to choke. We knew there was a spy among us, after all we were in a rough spot with one other country." He let out a sharp breath "But those bastards targeted her." You gently rested your hand on his arm for reassurance, your smile having fallen. Gently rubbing your thumb over his arm. You didn't realize how strong he was until you felt his muscles under your hand. Slowly he continued on. "I had always herd voices.. they linger and get louder when they ban together... sometimes they request things... Other times just they talk among themselves...” Your brow furrowed as his tone lowered and slowed. His head turned to you, almost checking to make sure he didn't scare you with that information. He was tense, but as soon as he met your eyes he relaxed slowly. “When Dadza and I realized why she was choking... We found out my voices had a very keen ideal for violence... Her funeral was hard... The whole palace adored her completely... Not to mention Wilbur took it the hardest... It does still bother me on some days... But after a while I just came to terms she wouldn't come back." Your slowly rubbed your thumb over his arm again. Gently giving a squeeze to show some reassurance. He gave a soft slight smile. Resting his hand on yours. " When I turned Fifteen Dadza had stepped down from the throne and gave it to me. He said it was time to make a name for myself. About that time Sarah Joined the army. That's when we started turning our small kingdom into a expanding Empire. We had the same ideals and goals so we knew with each others support we could do it” you watched him. Unlike Wilbur who wasn't over his mothers death, Techno, like he said was over his stage of grief. He mourned, but knew nothing would bring her back. So it was best not to live in the past.

   You adjusted your head on the pillows to see him better. "You said Sarah was a childhood friend?" He hummed, his hand still rested on yours. Offering warmth to your rather cold ones.

   "I know I met her when my mother was alive. Sarah's mom was my mothers personal Knight, and best friend. Sarah's father was part of our court too, so she was always around one way or another." Techno subconsciously shifted closer to you. Your hand still beneath his. "The court tried to set us up, but Sarah made it clear that she was strictly devoted to her work. Well, she was. Couple months months ago she proposed to the jeweler's Daughter. So as of lately she's been trying to sort things out for the wedding." You smiled softly. Happy that she had someone to confide her love in. "Sarah's a good General... She has her blood thirsty tendencies, but she's a good woman. She just wants, what's best for the Empire and for the Royal family." He let your hand go and slowly turned to face you, now resting on his side. His eyes lingered yours and then slowly dropped down to your lips, and neck. He took your hand in his and and held it gently. Liking the feeling of your gentle hand in his.

   Your hand wasn't soft, it was calloused with the hard work you put into your trade. Although Calloused they were ever so gentle. When Techno held your hand he could only marvel at how tiny it was.

   Recently techno had started thinking. Especially after the snowball fight. You laced his mind before, but now it was becoming a awfully noticeable. You were actually the other reason Seraphina was in Techno's office. Techno had a feeling that what he felt for you, went beyond a casual friendship. But, he's had no prior relationships to base this off of so he needed a outside opinion.

    He found himself pondering you quite often, whether late at night, when he was in his office. Ect. He had even talked to Phil about it. Sarah poked fun that Techno finally had fallen for someone, specifically you. Unlike Sarah, Phil was casual when talking to Techno. Asking if you made him happy, if your happiness was important to him. Techno knew he wanted someone strong, kind, and gentle. But also someone who could make a elegant, but confident Empress. When he thought of you, he knew you were everything he wanted. You were kind, gentle, hardworking, smart, and your confidence was growing daily. Phil had mentioned that he knew he had met the right person, when he couldn't see her with anyone else but him. When Techno tried to imagine you with a different man, he could feel his stomach twist into the beginning of jealously.

   Well he pondered this, it hit him. Almost full force.

   He wanted you.

   After the talk of Techno's childhood, and Sarah's wedding. You two sat in a soft silence, having no urge to talk and disrupt it. The walls had the light of the fire dancing in front of you two. the light dancing over techno’s and your face. Your eyes flickered between each other, almost waiting for someone to make a move. Occasionally techno would glance to your lips or neck again. But you would also catch him looking at your earring. He was always hard to read, so you just sat admiring him. Wishing to wrap your arms around him in another hug.

   Soon his hand let yours go. You gave him a slight confused expression, having loved the feeling of his hand on yours. you went to protest but you were cut off.

   Techno cupped your cheek gently. Moving closer to press his lips to yours in a ever so sweet kiss. It wasn't forced, he allowed room incase you wished to pull back from him. But thankfully you didn't. You rested your hand on his and kissed him back with everything you had. 

   The kiss was worth a million words. Unspoken words. Techno had a hard time explaining his feelings. But his actions always shown where he stood with people, and where he wanted to stand with you, was right at your side.

   He did slowly part from you, his eyes lingering yours for any sign of disproval or hesitation. But he saw none. You were looking up at him doe-eyed, he couldn't help but want to stare at how pleading you looked.

   "May I.. k...kiss you again?..." He asked softly. You nodded, your cheeks far past pink and going to a hot red. You could only utter out a quiet 'please'.

   He didn't hesitate to give you what you wished for. His lips were back on yours. To make it easier he sat up on his elbow a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you tightly against him, well his lips never left yours. He could feel your arm snake around his neck, the other one resting on his chest. your body was beckoning him closer. His hand held firm on your back, keeping you pressed to him. He didn't want to let you go, now that he had you. now that you were in his bed. He wanted nothing more than to keep you close and protected.

   The kiss, although loving and soft, was deep and passionate. Something that you and Techno had wanted from each other, and now that it was a arm's length away, you were not going to let it go.

   Techno had wanted this moment longer than he realized. The feeling of your soft lips on his was addicting, he didn't want to stop. Without much thought he gently moved his hand down to your thigh, pulling it closer so your legs intertwined with his. Only roughly a hour ago he was joking about you sleeping with him. But if you continued your grip on his shoulder he sworn he may have just went through with it. Techno couldn't deny it any longer.

He was in love.

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chapter one; touché, jaeger

content warning; public sex, cheating, wall sex, unprotected, cream pie, slight degradation 

the sun was setting as you walked out the front doors of your dormitory, closing them behind you. hearing your phone quietly ring, you pulled it out from the waistband of your skirt.

‘hello’

babe, are you guys almost here? games about to start and the other girls need historia

‘leaving now, hist just got here’

alright, if i can’t catch you before it starts we’re still on for dinner... right?

‘yeah of course. good luck reiner, win one for me.’

your life right now made you feel like you were in some cliche romcom. dating the college football superstar, best friends with the head cheerleader, all the cliches made you feel like you were still in high school. historia has been your best friend since birth, so of course the two of you hadn’t split up entering college. she had the cheer scholarship, you had the brains to get in with an application. you met reiner through mutual friends, but you couldn’t figure out why he fell for someone like you. usually, in the movies, the hot popular guy falls in love with the hot popular girl... but that wasn’t you, it was more like your best friend. you were more laid back, just wanting to get your degree.

your relationship with reiner was... slow, to say the least. it’s almost the end of your freshman year of college and he seems to be more focused on football than you. but you don’t blame him, he just wants to be successful with his passion. you do hate the fact that you have to take care of yourself all the time. he’s never able to stay the night, as he has training early in the morning. sometimes you wish that he could just be more available to you.

running out down the small path, you stopped in front of a car full of people. this was the way all friday nights were. you were picked up by a jammed pack car holding historia and a bunch of other people, before driving off to the football field. opening the car, it was really full tonight.

“you’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap, just for the ride” jean said with a grim smirk on his face

“hist you’re tiny, sit on ymir’s lap”

ymir of course not having a problem, pulled the small blonde into her lap with a grin on her face. you then hopped into the car, taking historia’s previous spot.

arriving at the field, historia had to run off to her team and get a lecture by the coach on why she has to stop being so late. after giving her a hug for good luck, you wandered off to the concession stands.

“just a pretzel, please”

receiving your snack, you were about to walk over to the bleachers until you heard your name being called over the short fence.

“Y/N!”

letting out a sigh, you ran over to the voice calling you over.

“quiet down, unnecessary attention.”

lifting his helmet off, he used his large hands to pull your head into his, capturing his lips with yours.

“and? ya look pretty tonight, what if i want people to see my gorgeous little girlfriend.”

“don’t you have a game to play, tough guy?”

talking to your boyfriend, you felt like someone was piercing into the back of your head. people were probably watching the two of you, but no... that wasn’t the feeling. it felt like one person had their eyes glued to you. saying goodbye to your boyfriend, you started to walk over to the bleachers. they were packed with people and you had no one to sit with. your eyes started to scan looking for either bertholdt or colt, two quiet boys you seemed to get along well with.

bertholdt was reiner’s best friend. you noticed him the first time you met everyone. he was always following reiner around like a lost puppy, but reiner seemed to love his presence. when you and reiner started dating, he left you guys alone most the time, but he’s still was always around. colt you also met through reiner, on campus. you really strengthened your friendship after visiting reiners hometown over mid-winter break. while you and reiner were babysitting his cousin, her best friend tagged along, who was the little brother of colt.

you were getting a little nervous until you heard someone call your name and wave you over. jean kirstein, from the car. jean pissed you off on so many levels, but he also made you feel safe in a way. running over to where he was, you took a seat in between him and his best friend.

“hey marco! kirstein.”

“ouch... you’re so cold sometimes, y/n”

jean always had to make a dramatic comment no matter what the situation was. settling into your seat, you stayed quiet for the most part after that. the game was close to being over when you got up from your spot.

“gonna use the bathroom, ill be right back.”

you didn’t actually have to pee, just needed a moment away from the screaming and loud noises. running towards the extra, empty parking lot. you felt someone grab your arm, dragging you into the darkness. about to scream, you felt a hand cover your mouth.

“shhh, its just me.”

wiggling out of his grip, you pushed him into the brick wall. he let out a chuckle, surprised you could shove him like that.

“you dipshit, i thought i was getting kidnapped.”

you felt rough hands pull you by the waist into his chest.

“yeah well anyone would want to get their hands on a pretty girl like you, i’ve warned you about wandering at night by yourself... haven’t i?”

“touché, jaeger”

his slender fingers found their way up your thighs and under your skirt, teasing the hem of your panties.

“not here jaeger, i have to get back to-”

“back to the boyfriend, yeah.” - he didn't stop though, he snuck his hand down to make contact with your clit, rubbing small, soft circles around it. “remember our agreement though? if you want, i can break it... show everyone your-”

“fine. make it quick.”

“you don't make the rules here, ill take as much time as i need.”

eren jaeger was popular around campus, not in the same way as reiner though. he wasn't some big shot blonde football player, just well known for being a jackass. his reputation started in the beginning of the year. he was a pretty low-key guy, just down to fuck almost anyone who asked. but then he'd just break their hearts, but girls always still tried getting him to fall for them.

he released your skirt and pushed you back up against the wall. as you both switched positions, you could see the faint red in his eyes, pulled out by the street light.

his lips found yours, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth. once he felt that was enough, he flipped you over on the wall. to avoid scraping your face or getting your shirt dirty, you pushed your hands up onto the wall. you heard the familiar unbuckle of eren’s belt, and the shuffling of him trying to free his erect cock.

brining his hand in front of your mouth, he cupped it a bit. knowing what he wanted you to do, you spit right into it twice. he then brought his hand back and lathered his cock with your saliva. pulling the bottom of your skirt up to your waist, he pushed your panties to the side before slowly sliding himself into you. 

not bothering to care about the stinging you might've been feeling, he brought himself back out before slamming right back in. repeating and repeating, going at a roughly fast pace.

“‘ren sl-... slow down.”

“shut up, whore. you should... fuck- should know your place by now.”

letting out a whimper, you felt your fingertips push so hard into the wall, bound to leave a scratch. you then had them peeled off the concrete wall, as eren pulled both of you backwards. pulling out, he spun you around and pushed you back up onto the wall. 

he brought your thigh up to meet his hip, before thrusting himself back into you.

“your little pussy takes me so fuckin’ well”

clenching around him from his words, you let your head fall down onto his shoulder.

“want me to fill you u-”

he was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. brining your head up, you went to go pull your phone out and hit decline... but eren beat you to it. he took your phone and hit accept, holding it up to your ear.

babe?

‘r-reiner!’

nice win, right?

‘y-yeah you were... you were amazing as always’

cuz i was thinkin’ of you. anyways i'm heading to the locker room, you with bert?

you felt yourself start to panic at the heat of the moment. you were on the phone with your boyfriend as you were getting pounded by the biggest dick on campus. he was ruthless. not bothering to slow down or stop, he just thrusted in harder and faster than before.

‘no actually-’ you were about to let out a moan but you covered it up with a cough ‘just i-in... the bath- the bathroom’

you okay?

‘yeah i’m... fine, 'm fine. ill see you in a few’

alright, love you

‘i love, love you too.’

right when you hung up you choked out a load moan that's been building up. without warning, eren came and shot right up inside you. of course he wouldn't make you cum at a scene like this.

pulling out, he pushed the seeping cum back up with his fingers, before pulling your panties back in place and fixing your skirt. 

“now go hangout with your boyfriend while your full of my cum.”

“eren-”

he turned you around back out of the darkness and playfully smacked your ass before giving your back a little push.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, now run along like a good girl.”

giving him a frown, you made your way to the exit of the locker room. you stood there waiting for reiner, clenching your thighs together. 

dinner with reiner was sweeter than usual. most times after a game you were dragged to a loud diner with all his friends, forced to hangout with them. but tonight, reiner just wanted it to be you and him. nothing special though, just a quick food joint. walking back to your dorm, you felt the guilt build up in your chest like it always did. 

arriving at the front door of your single-person dorm, reiner pulled you into a soft, sweet kiss.

“practice is canceled tomorrow, i can stay for once.”

of course, the one night you're stuffed to the brim with another man’s cum.

opening the door, you let him in. the two of you laid kissing on the bed, before he tried sneaking his hand up your skirt.

you felt yourself start to internally freak out. if he were to finger you right now, he'd just be met with a load of cum. 

“i-im on my period.”

reiner was always understanding, so of course he was in this position.

“ok, that's fine. we can just cuddle and watch a movie.”

“sounds good” after placing a kiss on his cheek, you got up to go put a pair of sweats on, before returning back to your bed.

he must've been worn out from the game, as he almost immediately fell asleep in your arms. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, thinking about eren. do you wish it was him laying in your arms right now? no. reiner is everything you could ever ask for. you knew he deserved the world, you don't want to hurt him like you are  now. 

but you knew what would happen if you didn't give eren what he wanted.

and that'd be even worse.

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If requests are open could you do a Heisenberg fic with a teen or young adult reader(no older than 20 please) who stumbles into the village trying to get away from their parents and after they get attacked by Lycans Heisenberg patches them up and takes them in trying to hide them from his sister and mother miranda. Could you please do it with an AFAB reader who doesn’t identify as female? I am currently dealing with borderline verbal abuse from my conservative father who doesnt like that though I am AFAB I don’t identify as female.

first, baby, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I know how bad and mentally taxing that kind of living situation can get, I was in a similar situation and somehow managed to pull through.

you are not alone, you are loved and I hope everything gets better, never forget that it's you who defines yourself, your self worth should NEVER be defined by others

All you can think is...how cold everything is around you, how the freezing air burns your skin and lungs, but, you have endured something worst, physical pain can be healed with time, emotional and psychological pain is what hurts the most, what feels eternal and haunting, it coils around you, it grows and never let's go, like being branded, it leaves marks that never go away.

Running aimlessly through the snow feels like nothing.

What made you get out of the car?

Was it anger?

Desperation?

Does that even matter anymore?

You can't hear their voices anymore, so that's a win.

Farther away you see smoke and fain lights, distant sounds beckoning you closer to that place, and you let yourself smile widely when the silhouette of someone standing so close to you, you could get help, start somewhere new, be happy!

But it's so short-lived, that you question if there's divine retribution, karma, or just the universe laughing in your face.

Your "savior" is covered in blood, a man with a perpetual expression of agony lays in the snow, dead. The monster turns to you and finally the cold freezes you where you stand, it's not alone, and all the other creatures are looking at you, dark soulless eyes fixated on their new prey.

You have felt like that before under his gaze like if you were vermin, it made you furious how you were treated and consider as something lesser than a person. These things look at you the same like you are just a speck of dust in their path, and maybe you are, if the mangled body is any indication that taking a life will be nothing for them.

You see it from the corner of your eye, one of them lunges for you, and then? everything is a blur.

You remember kicking and punching wildly, adrenaline making you forget about the pain of the bites and scratches, there are memories of you running and using something to smash the head of one of the monsters, a rock, perhaps? But in the end, cold, blood loss, and exhaustion are enough to bring you to your knees. One of them grabs a fistful of hair and roars in your face and you know, that, this is it, you fought and did your best, but this is the end of your travesty...so much for your new life of freedom.

"Get the fuck away...I SAID FUCK OFF!" his voice is so loud that it makes you whimper and recoil "LET GO, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? LET GO, DAMN IT!" the smell of blood and a warm liquid hits you hard, but at least you are free, letting your body hit the snow

"What do we have here?...this one is alive, but ya ain't from around here, do you?" he's smoking and something small and silly wants you to tell him that smoking is bad, which makes you smile so softly "...Interesting"

Heisenberg rarely gets intrigued by anything, he hasn't found anything to spark his curiosity in so long, so of course, he had to come and see what was causing such a commotion. What he thought to be a villager, fist fighting the lycans so valiantly, turned out to be a teenager, he saw you from afar,  furiously kicking lycan after lycan, you didn't even notice the growing red spots in your clothes and the black eye, it was survival and feral like behavior. Truly interesting.

Now, what made him pick you up with care? years from today he will say it was just "Scientific interest kiddo! nothing more", but, it's the pain in your face that makes him act so soft, it's not the agony brought by your wounds, this goes deeper, it's different and he knows it very well.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken you to Moreau, but he knows the loud mouth will give you to that bitch Miranda and that will be it for you. Dimitrescu is OUT of the equation, so does Beneviento, hell knows what her psychotic ass would do to you. So he brings you back to his home and takes time to clean your wounds, true, his stitching abilities are amazing...on corpses, and a lack of anesthesia and your occasional movements makes it hard for him to stitch you properly, but by the end of everything, you are bandaged and clean, isn't that the important part?

He’s done his part, the rest is on you. If you had the strength to fight and even kill a lycan, you might live to see another day

How long were you out?

You are warm and so fucking sore, cracking your eyes open is a big task and even harder to sit up in the bed you are laying on. The room is black and smells like tobacco, oil, and something you can’t place but it’s nice.

Barefoot and curious you start to get up, wincing deep and loud when pain floods your body, but you get up non-less, you feel the cold air hit your legs, and immediately pull down the shirt to cover yourself. Then it fully clicks, the jagged memories of what happened slaps you in the face and make you lose your footing, falling back on the bed you pry the shirt off from your body, you see bandages and patches placed on smaller wounds, your head is killing you and your right eye hurts like crazy.

With small breathes you pull the shirt back on and force your body to get up and investigate the room. There are piles of clothes and pieces of paper everywhere, picking one of the pants you sigh, these are yours, but they have been destroyed either by the beasts or by however brought you here. Looking around there’s nothing more, time to go out.

The only door leads you to an open room, the kitchen and living room placed together, in one of the sofas you can see someone laying down, their chest rising and falling softly, their face obscured by an old hat.

You try to be as quiet and sneaky as possible when getting back into the room “Where do you think you are going, kid?” his voice is thick with sleep but the sound is enough to make you yelp, slamming your shoulder against the door frame, the man jumps up and in a couple of strides he’s beside you “Can you more fucking careful? the stitches gonna get open and if you get an infection I ain’t risking my neck to get you meds”

He’s a bit taller than you with squared and wide shoulders, his face is stern and it seems like he’s annoyed about something, is it you? Did you anger him? You try to remember what could you have done to make him so mad but nothing comes to you, is not like you remember much, and what you do, is better to be left forgotten.

Heisenberg has seen many people look at him with fear, reverence even, but he has never been in the receiving end of a look like yours, he has to close his eyes for a second, carefully grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen, almost forcing you to take a seat in on of the wobbly chairs he owns.

“Well now that you are back with us, I can finally cook something to eat. You must be starving! I would too after the way you fought back there” he lets out a howl while he busies himself with pulling ingredients for whatever he’s cooking “I saw ya, you know? That was one hell of a show and I know about putting up good entertainment, you gave those lycans a good beating”

Lycans? So those things have names...uuuh, who would have thought.

"What's your name kid?" you get pulled out of your mind by his voice and the smell of cooking eggs, for a moment you wonder and think, that this is the time to be addressed by YOUR name "...I'm Y/N, sir"

"Cut the sir bullshit, you ain't trying to impress nobody here, you can call me Heisenberg, Karl if you wanna get my attention quickly, got it?"

"Yes...Heisenberg?"

He's rather harsh from what little you have seen of him, but he's careful when serving you breakfast, a steady hand serves you tea and makes quick work of a loaf of bread, whit that you two eat in relative silence, he eats like a wolf and that's enough to make you hide a smile.

"Once you are...better..." he's speaking between bites, eew "I'm taking you to get some new clothes, staying here ain't gonna be free, ok?" with his fork pointing at you he waits and continues without you answering "I'll have to teach you...that's gonna take time..."

"I'm a faster learner!"

Heisenberg laughs at the offended tone in your voice, taking a big gulp from his mug once he stops "I like ya kid, there's a fire in you and I respect that, we gonna get along"

It takes you almost 2 weeks to fully recover and be able to move without crying out in pain. On the day he announces that he must take off your stitches, he's kind when pulling on the thread, talking about how that same day he's taking you to the seamstress cuz he's "done" having you wear his stuff.

The seamstress in the Village seems flabbergasted when "Lord Heisenberg" comes into her house, demanding she makes you good sturdy pants and easy to move in shirts. From that sole visit is enough for people to call you "Heisenberg's assistant" whenever you are sent to the village or just went spotted by anyone. The Duke, the merchant that sometimes you have found yourself talking to, does nothing but fuel the rumor, people already fear Heisenberg on a god day, now they fear you might be spying for him.

You would be lying by saying that, Heisenberg is a normal man, he's flamboyant and loud, filled with pride, and what you can describe as...showmanship, he speaks with passion when explaining to you the ins and outs of the factory. He's always close, never breathing down your neck, just close enough to hear if you need help.

The first time you see him use his gift is the most embarrassing and awkward moment of your life.

You are working on some molds for pieces he needs to make from scratch, he taught you where you should work on that, away from whatever lurks in the lower areas of the factory. You were so engrossed in getting the mold out perfectly, tongue sticking out and heavy gloves helping you to pry open the damn thing open, you don't even jump when a hand lands on your shoulder, but you do when the ghoulish face of a corpse appears beside you.

He's running the second he hears you, a high pitched sound tearing through the noise of the machinery, he sees you bolting it towards him and a Zwei Soldat quickly catching up with you, the drill in its arm too close to your back, the moment you are close enough he pulls you towards and behind him, a metal sheet flying to the thing and beheading it in an instant.

"Kid...Kid, look at me, hey, eyes on me" you are not crying, there's no blood anywhere and nothing seems to be missing, you seem more startled than anything else, but you listen to him, concentrated on him and his voice "Y/N, it's ok kid, I'm here"

Then it happens, you let it slip. "Thanks...thanks dad"

You feel him go tense, the hands-on your shoulders shake for a second and embarrassment comes crashing down on you, you are ready for him to yell or push you away and order you to see if the mold is still useful, but he pulls you close, patting your back like you never said anything.

There are days when you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice growing irritated, and his explosive temper getting worst.

You are curled up in the crawlspace that he turned into your room, listening to him talking with someone, he sounds exasperated and nervous. This time he takes longer to come out from his room, a new cigar in his mouth and hammer over his shoulder, usually, he would tell you that he's leaving for a couple of hours, this time he's just there, tapping his foot and sparing quick glances at you.

"Get your coat, we need to leave"

That's new...he never takes you with him to wherever he goes, but you don't feel like arguing and do as he says, slipping your boots on and grabbing your coat.

Heisenberg is unusually quiet this time, only the snow crunching under your feet make enough sound to fill in the void, he takes you farther from the village and into a rundown church, you can hear new voices and the unforgettable sounds of the lycans snarling.

Inside the candlelight is soft and cast strange shadows of the people already waiting inside. There's a woman in a white dress that probably towers over you, another lady dressed in black and her covered, she sits in a corner with a creepy doll on her lap, and finally, a shy man who battles to cover himself with the torn cloth of his jacket.

"Is this why mother Miranda called us? Did you brought a new toy and never informed her? what a bad dog you are Heisenberg"

"Non of your business, Dimitrescu" Karl does everything to keep you behind him, away from the doll or the twisted man, but especially from the woman, Dimitrescu as he called her.

From where you stood, you could see how beautiful and regal she is, sitting with grace and a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. Noticing you, she moved slightly to get a better look, narrowing her eyes, making you feel small and like food. Before she can't even speak the sound of feathers caught your attention, giving Karl enough time to guide you to one of the pews, making you take a seat beside him.

The four adults greeted the new woman, the infamous mother Miranda, you have heard about her in the village and through small stories shared by the Duke, but mostly, you have heard Heisenberg curse the woman and call her every single name under the sun.

"Usually I wouldn't care for what my children do in their dominions, but, Karl, I must say I'm disappointed in you...to hide this child and avoid telling us?"

"I apologize, Miranda, the right opportunity never came" ooooh he's pissed

"I say you take his toy, Mother Miranda, and if possible, give me that lovely lady to me?" at that your gut twist uncomfortably, it's been some time since you were...addressed like that

"Excuse me?" Heisenberg cocks his head to the side, looking at Dimitrescu over his shades "Are you talking about my SON?"

"YOUR SON?! Don't make laugh, child, I can smell the sweet maiden blood running through her veins, that's a lady not one of your dirty lycans"

"And you are bitch no matter how well you dress!"

"ENOUGH!" Miranda's voice breaks them apart, everyone looking at her "Care to elaborate, Heisenberg?"

Karl takes a second to take a drag from his cigar and blow a cloud of some into the air "I found Y/N here, they fought hard to survive and I took them in, just like Alcina, and her lovely daughters...I decided it was my time to have a child of my own"

"That doesn't change the fact that you brought an outsider and didn't inform mother, and now you are trying to do what exactly? have...them...play house with you?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, that's enough" she's looking at you, mother Miranda in staring, and Heisenberg as a hand on your back, suddenly you are hyper-aware of everything, the sounds and smells, the movements each person in the room does, the way the candles flicker "I allow it, may this never happen again, Heisenberg. Next time there will be consequences"

You feel like passing out after that, the screams of Dimitrescu and the doll get drown by the ringing in your ears, everything keeping you together is Heisenberg's hand on yours cursing up a storm as he pulls you along with him.

The cold air feeling nice against your burning skin.

"Kid? I think you are ready" you are halfway through the trek back to the factory when he speaks again

"Ready for what?"

"To be introduced to the Heisenberg family true work, of course! What kind of father I would be if I don't involve you in our family's business"

You trip with your feet hearing him say that, so...he meant it? what he said in the church...that you are his son?

"Come on Y/N, I won't go easy on you because you are my kid now, quick quick"

Catching up to him is easy and you feel at peace when one of his arms wraps around you, he begins to talk about how many things he's gonna teach you and how exciting is to have a young mind to shape.

For the first time, you are eager to get back home.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

of the jealous kind

summary: you and Harry are out at the local farmer’s market when a girl starts flirting with you and Harry gets jealous. only thing is, you don’t exactly realize she’s flirting with you. classic wlw vibes, am i right ladies? (please say yes)

my submission for @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines bi-ficathon!

a/n: fun times with Harry calling you “his girl” and being just a bit pathetically jealous (his words!) also i might continue this...in a smut type of fashion... if y’all are interested

word count: 2.2k 

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“Oh, let’s stop over there! I want to get one of those chocolate chip custard things,” you exclaimed, spotting your favorite bakery stand at the farmer’s market and dragging Harry along by your joined hands. 

“A’right, love, m’comin,” he laughed, trying to keep in step with your suddenly quickened pace. 

It was a Sunday morning, cloudy but not too cold, and you and Harry were visiting your favorite farmer’s market in town. You tried to come here at least twice a month if your schedules allowed it. Today, it just so happened, you both had the entire day free to spend with each other. 

Harry knew you had to look at everything the bakery had to offer before you inevitably bought the same items as usual (a good, crusty country loaf and the same danish you never remembered the name of). There was a produce stand across the way that immediately caught Harry’s eye, a “buy 2 get 1 free” sign atop a display of various berries calling out to him. You noticed his distraction, the two of you speaking at the same time.

“M’gonna-” 

“Go on, then.”

“Know me so well, don’t you?” He gave you a soft smile and pressed a kiss to your temple before heading off in pursuit of his beloved fruit. 

You took the last few steps over to the booth’s main table, which held a majority of the baked goods as well as this week’s free sample: a garlic rosemary bread, cut into bite size pieces. You picked one up, on instinct taking a sidelong glance at the basket of your favorite pastries by the register, when the woman behind the counter finished ringing up a customer and turned to you.   

“Can I help you with anything, hon?”

“Oh, um, I’m just looking,” you answered, looking up at her. She must’ve been new, you thought, not recognizing her from your previous visits. She had dark hair, twisted up into a bun at the back of her head, an oversized t-shirt with a phoenix decal on it. Her name tag informed you that her name was Allie. 

“Alright, well, I will say that’s the best flavor we’ve got,” she gestures to the small wedge still held between your fingers. 

“Really? That’s quite a bold statement,” you smile back at her, appreciating her friendliness.  

“You’re gonna want to trust me on this one,” she said, nodding at you to go ahead. 

You took a bite, blushing a bit at the knowledge you were being watched and that she was awaiting your response. “Mhm,” you agreed, around a mouthful of bread. “Okay, you’re right, that’s better.” 

“Thought so. I have been told I’ve got very good taste.” 

“Well, I’m not surprised.” 

She made eye contact with you, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “So, will you be taking a loaf of the garlic rosemary then?” she asked. 

“Yes, please.” Why not try something new, you thought. And she was right, it was delicious. You’re sure Harry would like it too, and you could just imagine the playful ribbing he was going to give you when he noticed you’d deviated from your usual order. “Oh, could I also get that-” 

“The chocolate chip danish? I saw you eyeing it earlier,” she said, picking one up with a gloved hand and placing it in a small paper bag. “That one’s on the house.” 

“Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you.” Allie was really on top of it with the customer service. 

“Anytime,” she said, “Anything else I can get you?” 

“No, that’s all for me! Thanks again.”

She rang up your order, handing you the bag before speaking. “You know, we also come out to the beachside farmer’s market on Wednesday’s, if you’re ever in the area. I’ll write it down for you,” she said, picking up a business card from a stack on the table and turning it over to write on the back. 

“Sounds great,” you replied, mostly to be polite. You probably wouldn’t make it out, Wednesdays being a busy day for you with classes. 

Just as she was handing it back to you, Harry appeared behind you, fruit in tow. 

“Thank you so much, have a good one!” you said cheerily, dropping the card into the bag with your goods. You’d look at it when you got home.

She waved back. “See you soon, hopefully.”

You smiled as you turned around to see Harry already standing there, startling a bit at his unexpected presence. He raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn’t say anything as he put his free arm around your shoulders. The two of you headed back to the main walkway, and he waited until your new friend was out of earshot before he spoke. 

“So, yeh just gonna let someone flirt with my girl like that?” 

“What?” That was not what you were expecting. “She wasn’t flirting with me, Harry.” 

“Oh, please, love. Saw the way she was lookin’ at you. Poor girl. I’m sure you led her on.” 

“Excuse me, I did no such thing,” you scoffed. “And she wasn’t even flirting with me, so I couldn’t have.” 

He breezed right past your denial, having already made up his mind. You weren’t going to be able to convince him otherwise, you knew that by now. “Told ya before love, you come off very flirtatious. Almost feel bad for her.” He was smirking down at you, the bastard. “Almost.” 

“Being a pest,” you grumbled, shoving against his shoulder with yours to throw him off balance. 

He stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly. “Oi! ‘S not very nice, is it?” 

You giggled in response, loving when he used that playful tone. He tried to keep a serious face on while looking back at you but failed almost immediately, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes that you forgot what you’d both been talking about. 

“Anyway,” you sang, reaching out for his free hand and threading your fingers through his. “What did you buy?” 

His face lights up at the memory of his purchase. “Got strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, plus some local clover honey.” 

“Such a sweet tooth, hm?” 

“S’pose I do,” he said with a slight smirk. “Ready to go home and eat, then?” 

“We’ve barely been here half an hour, H. Trying to get me home already?”

“Look too good today, love. Worried if we stick around I’ll have to beat the other vendors off with a stick.” 

“I thought we were done with this conversation,” you rolled your eyes at him playfully, but allowed him to steer you back toward the car park. You were getting kind of hungry anyway. 

--

You’re sat on your kitchen island at home, Harry placing the bags on the counter next to you. 

“Have a nice time, love?” He asks, moving over to you and situating his body between your knees at the edge of the counter. 

You drape your arms around his neck, thumb coming up to his cheek to rub back and forth as he leans into your touch. “Always have a good time when I’m with you,” you breathe. 

“That’s m’girl,” he speaks in a husky tone, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, slow and lazy at first. That is, until he lifts his hands to your thighs, sliding them around to your back and suddenly tugging you closer to the edge of the island, body flush with his. You gasp into his mouth at the action, and you can feel rather than see his resounding smirk. 

“Harry,” you pull back, attempting to admonish him but no one would know from the way your voice shakes. 

“Sorry, love. Know what they say, kitchen’s the most romantic room in the house.” 

“I don’t know anyone who says that.” 

“Y’do now,” he grins lopsidedly at you, and it’s all you can do to remember that the two of you still need to eat. 

You grin back at him. “You’re a dork, you know that?” 

“But you love me,” he responds, and you can’t argue with that. “A’right, I’ll take everything out and we can have a picnic in the backyard, how’s that sound?” 

Your smile nearly knocks him off his feet. “I’ll go get the picnic blanket!” 

He removes himself from between your legs and you slide off the counter and head towards the linen closet in the hallway. When you return, Harry’s taken out the loaf of bread and the danish, and is holding the business card in between two fingers. 

“What’s this, then?” He asks, holding up the bakery’s business card, logo facing you. 

“It’s just their card, the cashier told me they come out to another farmer’s market during the week and she was gonna write it down for me.” 

“Oh, she wrote it down, love.” In a second, he elegantly flips the card over in his fingers to show you the back. “But that’s not all she wrote.” Underneath the name of the other market is her name and, unmistakably, a phone number. 

“No!” you gasp, not believing he was right and you’d fucking missed it. 

“And you bought a new flavor bread?”

“Well, I-  Allie said it was the best one…” you trail off, trying to remember the details of your earlier interaction. Maybe Harry was right, you guess you did seem a bit flirtatious.

“Oh, Allie said, did she? That’s all it takes?” He’s kind of joking, kind of not, when it finally sinks in for you that you’ve, yet again, completely failed to notice when another woman was trying to flirt with you. 

“Oh, god damn it!” you exclaim, completely in your own head and you didn’t even hear what Harry had said to you. “I do this every time!” 

What’s left of Harry’s joking demeanor drops. “Every time? How often does this happen?!” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice again.” 

Your friends were gonna have a field day with this one. Three out of the four of you identified as bi or pan, though when you’d all become friends back in high school only one of you had actually been out. Now, you all joked that you had one “token straight” in the friend group. 

“Y/N?!”

“I know, H, can you give me just a moment, I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m apparently a raging stereotype,” you reply, laughing at yourself a bit for being so predictable. 

“Oh, of course, don't mind me. I’ll just be here. Waiting. Very patiently.” It’s a wonder he doesn’t start tapping his foot, clearly the farthest thing from patient right now. 

You snap back to attention, realizing that if you don’t stop Harry he’s just going to keep spiraling. “You do know I’m dating you, right?”

“Do I?” 

“Oh, come on. You’re being such a baby about this!” 

“Oi! I am not!” He huffs, and you can just picture him as an indignant toddler, standing with his arms folded and a deep frown set on his face. 

You hold back a laugh at the image you’ve conjured, closing the distance between the two of you. “Baby, I love you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.“You know I do.” His jaw. “Why don’t we just throw that out, hm?” You kiss his lips this time, reaching for the card and plucking it from his fingers before tossing it away from you.  

“I guess,” he grumbles as you pull away, but you can tell he’s not quite over it. 

You rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. “You don’t believe me, gorgeous? Need me to prove it to you?” 

“Maybe,” he mumbles, and you know that you’ve brought him back from his little jealousy spiral at the mere suggestion, so you decide to make him wait for it. Just a little while.  

“More than happy to,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over the back of his hand. “Only thing is, you’re gonna have to have this picnic with me first,” you reach behind him for the blanket, “and you have to stop pouting.” You step around him, laughing as you run toward the glass door that leads to the yard.

“M’not pouting,” he lies to the empty kitchen as he grabs the rest of the food and some utensils before following you outside. 

His mood is definitely lifted, though, when he comes outside to find you seated on the blanket already, grinning widely at him and holding your arms out for him to crawl into. 

Maybe he had been just a tad bit dramatic. 

--

About half the bread is gone now, a bowl of honeyed berries and a plate full of crumbs resting on the cloth-covered grass next to you. Harry’s shifted so he’s laying down with his head resting on your soft thighs, with you carding your fingers through his short curls, just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Wait a minute,” you break the comfortable silence, a thought suddenly popping into your mind. “Other people flirt with you all the time! Sometimes right in front of me!” 

“And?” he muses, reluctantly sitting up in order to face you. 

“And! I never get jealous like that!” 

“I know. Rather insulting, if you ask me. You can get possessive, love. I certainly won’t mind it.”

[pascalpanic]

Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

-

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

-

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

-

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[celestialmango]

Unwilling to semi-willing Prey, mer Pred,soft vore, safe vore, little bit of fear play and cuddles

🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭

You're visiting the rundown docks again, people keep telling you not to,that it's dangerous, been abandoned due to dangerous creatures roaming the area, you don't feel like you're in danger though and its nice to have someone to talk to even if you can't understand their verbal language they're still able to get their point across with body language, you carefully walk across the decaying pier and sit down dangling your legs over the edge as you look towards the few large rock waves are crashing against several feet away and wait.

After a few moments you see clawed hand with webbed fingers grasp at the rocks as a familiar figure hauls themselves up halfway out of the water an gives you a friendly shark toothed smile, their scally tail shining in the afternoon sun and you smile back tiredly, they begin chattering at you, lucky you you're good at charades, the basically tell you about their hunts today and territory disputes with you interjecting now and then with smiles and laughter. But when they notice you're not really yourself their smile starting to slip as they ask a silent quest.

So you speak you tell them how your day wasn't so great, what led up to you feeling this way, they listen intently as you vent and you the dock creaks worryingly as you shift in place, "sometimes I just wish I could get away from the world for a while, ya know?", You hear a splash and see them gone, you sigh and you close your eyes about to get up and leave when you hear another loud splash and your eyes snap open just in time to see them jumping out of the water at you, their weight impacts you and you're knocked backwards your head striking the deck and you know no more

----

You wake up dazed, dark, tight, wet, dry ,warm and cold at the same time, your ears are ringing, your arms or forcibly stretch in front of you and you feel yourself being dragged forward, your hands slip through a tight ring and you feel your thighs become wet,warm and constricted, you furrow your brow in confusion and shreik when you're suddenly upsidedown and bracing your hands against the floor of a small squishy chamber you are quickly being stuffed into, you use your arms to control your direction of descent and slide into the chamber in fetal position.

By now the ringing in your ears is gone and from the loud beating of a heart above you and from the squeezing and gurgles around you realize that your companion has swallowed you alive, you hear them sigh in relief and they coo and pet your head through the flesh of their stomach before the world shifts again and you feel a thump at your back as they hit the water.

You're scared and refuse to believe it, after everything they would never just make a meal out of you, you trust them, they have to have a reason! You're body is rigged you don't even notice how much time passes before you hear gulping above you and a very large very live fish is now flopping around the the fleshy chamber with you, you hear a growl from below and feel one of your feet slip down inside a flexing opening, your heart stops when it tugs your foot a little deeper and pauses, it squeeze it a few times before you let out the breath you were holding as it pushes your foot back into the chamber, you don't really think about before grabbing the fish and pressing it's head against the sphincter which quickly latches on and slurps to fish down sealing up and ceasing movement afterwards.

You let out a shaky breath and you feel your predator rub at your back through noisy flesh and muscle, right, definitely not food, if you were food you would be following that fish deeper into their body. Your body relaxes and you let your thoughts wander.

-----

You soon feel their stomach squeeze around you and hear them make hacking noise as you're quickly regurgitated landing on a bed of shallow water and seaweed, you're quickly pulled face first into their chest as they embrace you and flop down so you're both laying on your sides, you take a moment to glance around where you are, it appears to be an underwater cavern or at least mostly underwater, you see a hole in the ceiling that you can see the sky through so least you don't have to worry about suffocating.

You feel your fishy companion pull away and look towards them just to see them unhinge thier jaw and lunge toward you only for your hand to come up and meet their forehead lightly holding them in back, "not right now please.", Their jaw pops back into place and they pout for a moment before making themselves content by pulling you close again and burying their nose in your hair as their tail repeatedly splashes against the water much like a dog wagging their tail, you sigh and hug them back, when you said you wished you could get away from the world for a while you did not think it would end up like this."guess this is just my life now" you say and hear your companion chuckle.

[toorusquill]

Hiiii can I pls have a scenario or headcanons of Tsukishima and Kageyama having a cheerleader s/o but they go to a different school and when reader comes visit them everyones so shocked that they had a girlfriend

tsukishima and kageyama with a cheerleader girlfriend

summary: two of karasuno’s moodiest first-years surprise the team with a special someone.

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader, kageyama tobio x f!reader

genre(s): fluff (?)

warnings: -

a/n: i love cheerleader! s/o asks! it makes me miss cheer even more. also, i assumed that you know yamaguchi personally in tsukki’s scenario, hope that’s alright. enjoy!

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tsukishima

your feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm as you make your way inside the campus of your boyfriend’s school. you manage to gather the attention of a few students who were still there with your eye-catching uniform. the colors you were wearing certainly weren’t karasuno’s, but you strode in through the gates with such a quick pace that no one really bothered you.

you ask someone for directions to the gymnasium, and they tell you to take a left turn by the tree. you thank them hastily, and head over to where they pointed at. you feel your phone buzz inside the pockets of your skirt, and you take a look at the recent notifications.

“y/n are you done with training?” - kei 🦕💕

“i’ll come pick you up if you are. i just have to change, and i’ll be free.” - kei 🦕💕

“hello? you alive over there?” - kei 🦕💕

you grin, knowing that he wasn’t expecting you to come for him today, and put your phone back in your pocket. you find yourself at the entrance of the gym, and you take a deep breath as you creak open the door.

you step in, lights flooding your figure, and you see two of his teammates, one with bright orange hair, and the other with a black fringe, bickering over a volleyball. a few people are trying to stop the duo, but you don’t spot tsukishima, or even yamaguchi anywhere. you notice tsukishima’s things laying on top of the bench, and you’re about to make your way over there, but you’re interrupted by a very soft, and gentle voice.

“hello, may i ask who you are?”

you turn to see a beautiful girl wearing glasses, presumably the manager, and without missing a beat you reply,

“oh, hello! sorry to intrude, but i’m y/n, and i’m here for ts-”

“WOAH, A CHEERLEADER FROM ANOTHER SCHOOL!”

“WOAH WOAH HEY, ARE YOU LOST?”

the interruption of two boys brought all the attention upon you, and you’re suddenly being interrogated by the whole team. in the midst of you explaining, questions are thrown at you left and right. you find it hard to keep up, and they find it even harder to understand your answers. 

“are you here for someone??? is it for sugawara-san?”

“why would you think she’s here for sugawara-san, you dumbass!”

“because he’s probably the only one who can have a girlfriend!”

many of them take offense at this, and the bickering becomes even louder. someone roughly pokes you in the middle of your back, and you glance over your shoulder to see who it is.

“kei! oh thank god, i was looking for you!”

tsukishima scoffs, “what brings you here anyways? you weren’t replying to my messages.”

“i wanted to surprise you! aren’t you happy to see me?” your face falls into a pout and you pull him into a hug, and he turns away so you don’t see the blush forming on his cheeks. “come on, grab your things, and then we can go visit that shop you wanted to see. you know, the one with the vinyl CDs?”

unbeknownst to you, the team had stopped their arguing when they heard tsukishima’s voice respond to you. they stare at the two of you in shock and confusion, but sugawara immediately makes the connection.

“oh wait, you must be the one tsukishima keeps texting? it’s nice to meet you! sorry for all the commotion, you must’ve been pretty overwhelmed. are you really his girlfriend?”

you exchange pleasantries with the boy, and assure him that you were fine. you answered that yes, you were indeed in a relationship with the blond-haired boy. tsukishima keeps tugging at the sleeve of your uniform in an attempt to get you to stop talking, he fears that your conversation with sugawara will cause his teammates to act out. again.

unfortunately, his touchy actions with you only spurred the boys to start yelling again. they question how easily he seems to accept your touch, and how easily he seems to reciprocate it. you loosen your grip around him to answer, but tsukishima firmly keeps your arms around him, and beats you to it.

“because i like y/n, you idiots. now, please, let us go. i want to go on our date.”

if all the screaming and shouting didn’t deafen you before, it definitely did now.

kageyama

you give a hum of contentment as kageyama pressed another kiss on your cheek. you reach up to stroke his hair, but you immediately feel his lips brushing the nape of your neck, and you gasp.

“tobio! t-that tickles!”

“mhmm, sorry y/n.”

you wriggle your way out of his grip to turn and face him, his usual brooding eyes twinkling with mischief, and something a little softer. he reaches out for your wrist this time, stepping a little bit closer to you. he brings your hand up to his face, and you understand what he means. you close the gap between you two, and when your lips meet, kageyama presses you even closer to him. he feels you shiver a little when a gust of wind passes by, and he pulls away, tripping over his words a little as he asks you,

“you- are you feeling cold? your uniform, it’s short.”

you give a slight nod in response while saying, “just a little. it’s alright, tobio. you should just go. your teammates are probably waiting for you inside the gym.”

“but-”

“go on, i’ll meet you after practice. i have to go soon too. as short as the walk is from here to my school, i stayed for too long,” you peck him quickly on the lips. “i think my captain will kill me if i’m late again.”

kageyama doesn’t listen though. he shrugs off his team jacket and adjusts it to wrap around your shoulders. he’s about to tell you to stay safe, when you’re interrupted by the slam of a door, and a voice yelling out,

“KAGEYAMA! did ‘ya know windows in the gym are one-slided?”

“it’s called one-sided, you short ass.”

“nice one, tsukki!”

kageyama sputters in shock, his face turned a striking red hue, and he barely chokes out a retort to counter what his teammates said. said teammates turn to you, looking at you with knowing eyes. you duck your head shyly, and you bow as you introduce yourself. 

“uh, hello. i’m y/n. i’m kageyama’s girlfriend,” you stand up straight once more, “-and i’m sorry you had to see all that. he’s not usually that clingy.”

“i’m more sorry that i didn’t get it on camera,” the blond one quipped.

kageyama recovers from his blunder, and protectively shields you away from his teammates, mumbling a  “go to hell, tsukishima.”

his glare basically tells them to go back inside the gym, and  you pat his arm lightly, signalling him that you really have to go this time. he sighs, and he reaches for your hand to squeeze it. 

“stay safe, y/n. see you later.”

“thank you tobio, i love you!”

when you leave karasuno, and when kageyama gets back inside the gym. he’s met with mocking voices, and various kissy noises from his teammates. he would mind, but honestly, he’s still in a love-sick daze from when you told him you loved him.

for the first time in his life, he couldn’t wait for practice to be over.

[toh-writings]

Fortunes of Love Pt 1 (Eda x OC)

Summary:

When King needs his most loyal soldier fixed, Eda decides to take them to an old acquaintance of hers to get it patched. What starts as a visit turns into another visit, then another, then another. Eda begins to wonder why they were never friends before.

Warnings: None

It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon. Luz was still at school, Hooty was taking a nap, and King was off somewhere playing. And Eda had every intention of taking advantage of the break in the chaos. She slumped onto the couch with a sigh, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. She took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes and relaxing, a lazy smile on her face. This was the stuff.

Eda’s peace was shattered when a screech rang out through the house. She sighed, putting her mug down on the coffee table. Looks like her tea would go cold. She crossed her arms, scowling at King as he dashed into the room, but her face softened when she saw him. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, his little stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in his arms.

“Eda!” he screeched, running into her legs and toppling over. He was quick to get back to his feet.

“I’m right here, King, you don’t need to screech.”

“Eda, Eda, The worst thing ever has happened!” He continued to screech, not bothering to lower his voice a bit. “Francoise’s been injured!”

He shoved the rabbit in her face, showing the arm hanging on by a thread, the stuffing spilling out.

“He needs immediate attention or I fear he’ll lose his life!” The little demon insisted, looking quite devastated at the turn of events. Eda sighed, a soft smile on her face.

“Alright, alright, let me see.”

She gently took the rabbit from him and took a closer look. The thread attaching the arm to the body was in pieces, bits poking out of the worn fabric. It had probably just gotten too old, played with too much, something like that. She wasn’t the best at sewing, but it looked easy enough to fix.

“Guess I can fix it. Just let me get some things.”

She handed the rabbit back to King and gave him a little pat on his head. She had a bunch of junk in the closet to look through.

It was tougher than she thought it would be just to find a needle and thread. Luz had returned from school before she had even found anything.

“Eda? What are you doing?”

The witch huffed from her pile of stuff, the shelves of the closet empty. She grumbled, wading through her pile and standing by Luz.

“Looking for a needle and thread. King broke his doll.” She said dismissively, idly drawing a circle in the air. All the junk on the floor jumped to attention and flew back to their spots. “Clearly, I didn’t find anything.”

“Awww, that’s why King looks so depressed.”

They looked back to the couch where King sat, still clutching his broken rabbit with big crocodile tears in his eyes. He sniffed.

“Yeah. We need to fix that thing.”

Eda went quiet as she thought, pacing the living room. Okay, maybe she couldn’t fix the damn thing herself. That meant she would have to find someone else to do it. She went through all the people she knew in her mind. Half of them hated her, so it was easy to cut the list down. None of the first people she thought of actually knew anything about sewing or stuffed animals. She had to dig deep before she remembered someone who might be able to help. It was a long shot, but they had to try.

“Alright you two, I have an idea.”

She turned to them with her signature cocky smile.

“We’re going to the market.”

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The Market was busy this time of day, the witchlings who just got out of school running around through the crowd. Eda hated being at the market when it was like this, but desperate times they say. The market was large and there were many stalls, but only one of them was the one they needed. She wished she remembered where it was better. She had never actually been there before, she just passed it every once in a while. After several wrong turns and irritated mumbles, she finally spotted the familiar stall.

“Ah, here we are! Told ya I’d find it.”

She crossed her arms, a prideful smile on her face, but Luz and King looked doubtful.

“It looks like a … fortune-teller?” Luz said, cocking her head to one side.

And so it did. The dark blue stall was decorated with white glittering stars and a crystal ball sat on the counter alongside various other tools. A group of teenagers were clustered around it, giggling and squealing at each other.

“How is some palm reading supposed to help Francoise?” King shouted, looking irritated.

“Just come on, ya little demon. Trust me.”

King continued to grumble his doubts as the approached the stall. The group of teenagers dispersed as they approached, talking amongst each other and staring at their hands in wonder. As they left they could see the witch waving goodbye. She looked friendly enough, her black curls tied back and what looked like a snake hanging on her shoulders. She smiled at them as they approached, though she looked a bit hesitant when she saw Eda.

“Hello! How can I help you?” Her voice was small and quiet.

“There you are! What was it again? Nila or something?” Eda’s voice boomed in contrast to the other witch. She leaned against the counter, a hand on her hip.

“Niliana.”

Eda gave a dismissive wave.

“Whatever, close enough. Listen, Nily, we have a bit of a problem here and need your help.”

She nodded to King. He still looked doubtful, but jumped on the counter and showed the witch his rabbit. She focused on it instantly, brows furrowed as she inspected the damage, humming thoughtfully.

“You want me to fix it?”

Eda nodded.

“It’s desperate! We must heal Francoie immediately!” King shouted, waving his arms around. “I don’t want to lose my best buddy!”

The woman smiled at him, giving his head a few pats.

“He’ll be fine. I can fix him. Come on then, my supplies are in the back.”

She left her stall, leading them into a tent behind it. Luz gazed around it in wonder. It was dark, little balls of light floating around the ceiling giving all the light they needed to see. There shelves upon shelves of stuff surrounding them, crystal balls, crystals, various jars of herbs, and other mysterious substances. Even more dried herbs were hanging from the ceiling alongside various fabrics. In the middle of the room were several comfy looking chairs and a love seat surrounding a round coffee table with a few unlit candles.

“Take a seat, I’ll get working on this.” Niliana told them in her soft voice, motioning to the chairs. Luz hopped into a chair, giggling as she bounced slightly. Eda sat with a sigh, sprawling out over the love seat, but King couldn’t sit. He followed the witch, right on her heals as she walked to what looked like a work table. The shelf above it was lined with various stuffed animals in various rates of decay and mismanagement. King crawled onto the table, watching anxiously as she got to work. The snake on her shoulders slithered away due to some unspoken command, curling around a nearby staff and turning to wood.

“This is a nice place ya got here!” Luz said, still staring around in wonder. “I haven’t meant anyone who was really good at oracle magic before! Can you tell the future? How? What’s your favorite way to do it? What’s all the herbs and crystals for? How…?”

“Slow down, kid!” Eda said, laughing. “Not everyone can talk as fast as you.”

“Oh, right sorry.” Luz said, looking a bit sheepish and shrugging.

“No, dear, I can’t tell the future. Not exactly. Oracle magic is actually quite complicated. It’s more like I see pieces what could happen. I do it by connecting to others magic. I like reading tea leaves the most. The herbs are for the tea. The crystals can be used to focus someones magic so I can read it and use it to tell the future.”

She answered easily, not missing a beat as she worked. The rabbit was empty of all stuffing now, the broken thread removed and the arm sitting next to it. She got herself a bucket and filled it with water, adding an herb here and an herb there. Once the concoction was completed she put the pieces of the rabbit in to soak.

King stared into the bucket, then looked up at her, confused.

“What are you doing?” He asked, the nervousness creeping into his voice. She smiled at him again.

“He’s just taking a bath is all. It’ll make his fur soft and stronger.”

King nodded, keeping a close eye on the bucket.

“What do you mean you see pieces? What does that mean? And what does tea have to do with telling the future?”

Niliana sighed.

“Why don’t I just … show you? Would that appease you?”

Luz’s eyes went wide and she nodded, almost bouncing with excitement. So, she started putting together a pot of tea, heating the water with a magical floating fire. With nothing left to do but wait, she finally sat with a sigh, grabbing a deck of cards to fiddle with.

Luz never stopped talking, but once the witch had settled the girl went oddly silent. Niliana looked over to her to find the girl watching her with intent, curious eyes.

“Sooooo…” She started, a smirk on her face. “How do you and Eda know each otherrrrrrr.”

“We went to school together,” Eda spoke up before Niliana could, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just nodded.

“We were both in the potions track, at least for a short time.”

“Ugh, those classes were so booooring.” Eda groaned, slouching even further in the love seat at the very memory of them. “It was nothing but stirring and stirring. I don’t know how you managed it.”

“Clearly, I didn’t.” She said, twirling a card between her fingers. “I transferred to the oracle track shortly after you left.”

Eda snorted.

“I’m amazed anyone's making potions these days with a class like that.”

Niliana shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was all that bad. The monotony was calming, especially when I was having a bad day.”

Eda waved her hand aimlessly, clearly unimpressed.

“Awww, you guys were friends?” Luz asked, but Eda shook her head, confusing the girl.

“Not really. We were more like … Aquaintances. We knew of each other, but we didn’t hang out or anything.”

“We only really talked when we were paired up for a project.” Niliana added.

“Yeah, I remember that! I always got a passing grade with you watching my back!”

“You made me do all the work.”

“Not like I was learning anything anyway. I still did some of the stirring, didn’t I?”

“Mmmm, I suppose. Not much. You were too busy getting into trouble releasing spirits in the locker room or something.”

Eda snickered, remembering all her troublesome pranks.

“They never could get rid of those spirits. They made me do it!”

Niliana looked doubtful.

“And how exactly did they manage that?”

Eda just smiled, sitting up so she could ruffle Luz’s hair.

“I had to get Luz here into that school somehow.”

They spent a while retelling some of there adventures from school. Well, Eda retold some of her adventures. NIlly occasionally would add something here or that, mentioning something she herself remembered. Otherwise, she busied herself with other things. The tea needed to be finished and handed out and the rabbit needed dried off after soak and restuffed. The tent was filled with laughter. Even King was laughing at some points, though he kept his attention mostly on his rabbit.

“I finished my tea!” Luz piped up. “Do you read the leaves now?”

“In a bit, hun, let me just finish this real quick.”

King bounced anxiously, watching her carefully as pulled the needle through the fabric. Finally, the string was tied off and snipped.

“He’s done! Ya fixed him!” King shouted, eagerly grabbing for the rabbit, but the woman pulled it away.

“One last thing.” She said, opening one of her drawers to pull out a black ribbon. She tied it around the rabbit’s neck, forming a cute little bowtie. Only when that was done did she hand it to the little demon. He snatched it from her hands, giving it a big hug.

“Francoise! You’re all fixed!” He cheered. “Thank you, lady!”

He jumped off the counter, dashing over to Eda to show her his newly fixed rabbit. She whistled.

“Dang, it almost looks brand new! I knew you did this sort of stuff but I didn’t know you were good at it.”

Niliana shook her head.

“How did you even know? I don’t remember telling you about it.”

Eda shrugged, moving to the side so King could sit next to her, Francoise in his lap.

“I don’t know, you mentioned something about fixing stuffed animals during one of our projects.”

“And you remembered?”

“Yeah, I know. I even shock myself sometimes.” She smirked smugly, crossing her legs and putting her hands behind her head.

Niliana rolled her eyes, sitting down and putting a hand out to Luz. The girl eeped gleefully, rushing to give her the tea cup.

“Now, what do you want me to focus on?”

“Uh, what?” Luz asked.

“I need something to focus on. So, what do you want to know?”

Luz thought for a moment, then beamed.

“Oh, oh, I know! Will I ever fall in love?”

Eda rolled her eyes, mumbling something about teenagers and love. Niliana smirked at that before gazing into the cup. A moment later her eyes started glowing teal. Luz watched, fascinated. Several moments passed in silence before Luz got too impatient.

“Well? What do you see?”

Niliana closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. They were no longer glowing, returned to their usual golden brown. She thought for a moment, Luz staring at her intently, slowly inching closer to the witch.

“You will fall in love. In fact, you’ll fall in love with someone you already know and who you’re already close with.” She finally said, placing the cup down on the coffee table.

“Whoa, really? How do you know?”

“When I read your tea leaves, I focus intently on you and whatever you want to know, in this case, love. When I go into my trance, I don’t really see things, I feel things. They're more like impressions. I felt love, that’s how I know you will fall in love with someone. But I also felt a sense of familiarity, which is how I know it’s someone close to you. I’d advise you to figure out if any of your friends like you.”

“Whoa…” Luz whispered, looking amazed. Eda chuckled. It was amazing that her face didn’t freeze like that.

“Alright, hotshot. If you’re so good at this then read my stupid leaves.” She said, leaning forward, her teacup hanging off a finger. Niliana snatched it before it could fall and shatter. She shot the other witch a hard look.

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, just tell me something about my love life or whatever.”

The witch stared into the teacup for a moment before her eyes lit up once more.

“This is all nonsense anyway,” Eda added, sitting back and crossing her arms. Luz looked taken aback.

“What? Why?”

“Simple. There’s no such thing as a set future. It hasn’t happened yet! Sure, you can be told what might happen and give all sorts of random advice or whatever, but it’s you’re own actions that determine what really happens. That’s not something she can control.”

Luz looked a little downtrodden by her mentors' words, but brightened almost instantly.

“So she can’t tell exactly what’ll happen, but she can point me in the right direction! It’s like well-informed advice.”

Eda waved a hand dismissively.

“Whatever you say, kid. Personally, I don’t let this stuff get to me.”

Niliana blinked, her eyes returning to normal once more.

“... alright, there’s a lot more to go through here.” She commented, looking rather thoughtful.

Eda frowned, just a bit irritated.

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

The woman didn’t seem affected by Eda’s steely tone, continuing with her even, soft voice.

“You have a pretty crazy love life already, it can be hard to sift through. You feel a lot of love for the people around you, so it's hard to say if there’s anything new there … There will be others that’ll come into your life and join your little family, that’s for sure. For a wanted criminal, you really draw them in.”

Eda huffed, her irritation fading as a soft smile spread on her face.

“I suppose so... “

She tried not to react to the look Luz was giving her.

It was a few more seconds before Niliana spoke up again.

“For someone who’s dated a lot, you haven’t felt a who lot of romantic love before. But there will be someone someday. Probably someone from your past. You may be nervous about it, it’ll be odd and new, but It’ll be worth it. My advice would be to not go searching for anything, but don’t shove anyone away who might want to get close to you. You may never find love if you stay closed off. But make sure they’re making an effort, too.”

She gave a little nod, satisfied with her reading, and put the teacup next to the other.

“My turn! I want a reading too!” King piped up. Niliana nodded and made him a cup. He snatched it out of her hands with a “nyeh’ and gulped it down. He shoved the now empty cup into her face. “Do your magic, Lady!”

Niliana chuckled, taking the cup from him and reading it.

“You, dear, are going to live a very happy life surrounded by the ones you love. You’ll be very pampered like you are now.”

“Yes! Only the best for the King of Demons!” King said, puffing his chest out. Eda pat his head, nearly knocking him over.

“Whatever you say, tiny.”

They left shortly after that, all waving as the left. Niliana waved back from her tent.

“I liked her. We should visit again sometime!” Luz said, looking up at Eda expectantly. King did the same from Luz’s arms, tail wagging. Eda sighed, a smirk crawling onto her face.

“Fine, if you want.”

The two cheered, running ahead a bit. Eda smiled at them.