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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 5: The Foundation

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1987- FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

Somewhere in the desert, a lonely exit branched from the interstate into a landscape of shifting sand, saguaros, and open skies. It trailed on for miles past barbed-wire fences and manned security gates and 'NO TRESPASSING' signs and 'NO, REALLY, THIS MEANS YOU' signs. Most people would not make it past the first checkpoint, but the driver of the white van was ushered through one, and then the next, and then the next, flashing his shiny new ID card to the sometimes-skeptical guards, feeling rather important. He was important! He now worked for the SPF- the Supernatural Protection Foundation, unrelated to sunscreen, though his parents had assumed he was traveling to work for some skincare company in the desert when he let them know about it. He had neither the heart nor the clearance to tell them the truth.

The sun reached its peak in the sky and cast the plate metal roof of the sprawling compound in front of him ablaze for a moment. A trick of the light. Pulling into the parking lot, he saw two men in hazmat suits wrangling what looked like a giant, bellowing spider-crab made of black ooze and eyeballs towards a hangar door. It gave him pause about doing this job, but what had he expected? To work at a world-renowned top-secret anomaly containment agency and never see any anomalies? Besides, it looked like the guys had that thing under control-

A jet of orange sludge spat from one of the thing's pupils, burning a deep gash into the parking lot.

He covered his head and ran into the lobby, smacking his ID card against the reader like a marathon runner getting a high five mid-sprint. There was air conditioning, and more importantly, there was no spider-thing spitting acid and shrieking in the language of the dammed, so he took a deep breath and slumped down on one of the couches to regain his bearings. There were no lifestyle magazines on the coffee table. Instead, there were dossiers on anomalous phenomena. This place didn't exactly have the lock-and-key atmosphere he had imagined.

The receptionist, a manilla folder woman holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a romance novel in the other, stepped out of an employee break room and sat down at the front desk. He approached her.

"You the new janitor?" She asked, flipping to the next page of her book.

He handed over his ID with a nod.

"Head to the boss's office. He's gonna wanna see you, sonny."

She gestured dismissively at a map of the compound that stood in the lobby. He nodded again and made his way over to look at it, then started down the third hallway to the left towards the executive wing. This place was like a maze, but it was at least a cool maze, both in temperature and in architectural style.

He arrived in front of a flimsy door beyond which he could hear an argument between two loud and frustrated men.

"Tell them they work for me!" yelled the higher of the two.

"They say no can do-" came a quieter, deeper voice.

"Tell them they'll never get paid for anything ever again if they can't get their sorry selves out here to pick me up! I've got a vacation in Tijuana on the line!"

"I- I'll tell them, sir."

"Yeah, I thought so!"

There were a few beeps from some sort of unfamiliar communications device.

"Sir, they've responded to the message."

"Already? What's it say?"

"It s-says, uh, it says, 'No.'..."

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'll chew them out about this myself."

The door swung open and sharply nailed the man waiting outside in the head. He groaned and crumpled to the floor as the one to whom the higher voice belonged- an angry toon-shaded unicorn in a suit- pushed the one to whom the lower voice belonged- a frowny purple man of indeterminate species- down the hallway.

"And don't come back unless it's to say the jet folks are on their way!" called the unicorn- the boss?- before turning to the man in a heap on the floor. "Who are you and why were you in the way of my door?"

"I'm- urk, that stings! I'm the new janitor."

The anger never left the boss's eyes, but his mouth smiled unconvincingly.

"Go and clean up the office, then. I'm heading to lunch. Pleasure to have you here with the SPF."

He didn't have any cleaning supplies. He didn't have any instructions. He didn't have the willpower to argue. He trudged into the office and found papers all over the floor, thrown haphazardly from a stack on the table during the fight. At least that was the extent of the damage.

When the boss returned, the brand new janitor stood outside the door and opened it like a butler. He received a more genuine smile this time.

"Finally, somebody who doesn't think he can walk all over me! You'll do just fine here, I think. Oh! Now go clean the containment center- they had a real bad spill, so you'd better get moving if you don't wanna lose your job, capiche?"

The boss took a look at the spotless room and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, but ultimately didn't say anything before the door was slammed and the janitor was trudging back to the map.

It turned out that the containment center had a separate entrance from the administrative building, so he needed to leave his chilly refuge for the sweltering heat of the surrounding desert. Did the containment center also have air-con? He hoped it did, he desperately hoped it did. Before he left, he took a moment to listen through the door for any unearthly bellowing or acid sizzling. Nothing. The coast was clear, assuming that the thing had no silent mode. He peeked out. Many more gashes lined the lot, some of them deeper than others, one of them cutting right across-

His van! Half of his van was gone! It had melted into a boiling puddle of ooze, a perfect cross-section that laid bare his boxes of personal stuff in the back and a smoking half-engine in the front.

Well, he was supposed to be a live-in janitor, anyway...

2 WEEKS ON THE JOB

The containment center was a lot larger than its exterior gave it credit for. Staring down at a map guide list of the 200 departments that included such colorful names as 'Department of Haunted Carnival Rides' and 'Department of Mental Disorder-Inducing Household Appliances', he wondered if he'd keel over and die before getting the chance to see all of them. So far it had mostly been a few routine spills from the infinite (and infinitely unstable) coffee cup in the Department of Objects With Volumes Larger Than Their Exteriors Would Suggest, a strange concept considering that the entire center was already one of those. He had also cleaned up after several more heated debates in his boss's office.

Today he noticed that there were two work orders in the DOOWVLTTEWS instead of just the usual daily one, and, after clearing the floor of coffee and setting the cup back upright to slowly start filling again, he trundled further into the annals of the department to visit the chamber where his second mess was. The scene in front of him could pass for the world's most depressing car show. In the middle of a grungy cell, lit only by a flickering spotlight that swung from the roof by three wires- only one connected- was a beat-up old red van with a puddle of oil slowly forming under the engine. Anomalous items were almost never name-brand- he considered that if one were to start a business selling them it would probably come off as a bootlegging operation- and this van was no exception, though it bore an uncanny resemblance to the very van he was still mourning.

He cleaned up the oil and moved on.

The next day, he had two work orders again in the exact same two rooms.

2.5 WEEKS ON THE JOB

"A gasket? What on earth could you possibly want a gasket for?"

"I looked under the hood of that van that keeps leaking, and the thing has rusted to heaven and back. If I could replace it-"

"We aren't paying you 500 bucks an hour to look under the hood."

"You aren't paying me 500 bucks an hour at all! I'm barely making above minimum wage!"

The boss tapped his chin with one candy-colored hoof and leaned back in his chair.

"Fine," he said condescendingly, "We'll dock your pay to minimum wage since you'll have less work to do and use the extra dough to buy that gasket."

He couldn't complain. Not to his boss's face, at least.

3 WEEKS ON THE JOB

"Can you believe it? He must have forgotten- that's the only explanation. You think a place like this can't ship in a gasket on command?"

There was no response from the van, but in his head, he felt like it agreed with him about the indignity of the whole situation.

"Yesterday I had to clean the cell of the spider-crab, and it turns out it isn't just their vomit that's acidic. Those hazmat suits are a lot dirtier than they look..."

3.5 WEEKS ON THE JOB

"There you go," he said, slamming the hood closed. "All better."

The van wasn't sentient, or at least it didn't have a face (who knew where the line between sentience and inanimate-ness was, really?), but it had come to be a shoulder he could lean on, even though it didn't have any shoulders either. It was just about his only friend. The boss disliked him, the boss's assistant always moped away before he could get a word in edgewise, the secretary at the front desk wouldn't give him the time of day, and his other coworkers (there weren't many) were always busy. It was his job to enter rooms after they left, not to work alongside them. The van, though, was becoming a passion project for him, and he had it looking quite a bit less decrepit now.

He had always pictured agencies like the SPF as infallible, grandiose companies capable of throwing money and influence around to solve even their most minor problems, but if the condition of quality of life at the base was any indication, that had been a misconception. The food in the cafeteria was cheap. A few containment cell windows were cracked ("We don't pay you to worry about glass that's not on the floor," his boss had said). Half of the lights in any given department were always out. The faucets in the barracks were leaky. Where was all the money going? He wasn't worried, not really, just curious. But he wasn't getting paid to be curious either, so he let the feeling slip away.

4 WEEKS ON THE JOB

That morning, the Persistent Blob in the Department of Annoying But Not Very Intelligent Monsters had broken containment again and was now being held back by several wooden planks where its (shattered) glass was the previous day. The janitor had taken care to do an extra good job of vacuuming up the ooze and disposing of the shards, but that also meant he was about an hour late for lunch, and when he walked in, rather than the usual crowd (no one), he saw a considerable crowd (one person). The crowd was his boss's assistant who he had mentally assigned the moniker, 'purple sad guy'. This could be a chance to figure out what was going on! Sure, he had snuck peeks at documents in the office when he was sent in to clean up, but all of that legalese went over his head.

"Hi, you," he said, trying to make it sound like an affectionate nickname instead of a substitute for calling him Purple Sad Guy to his face.

"Oh, hello there... you."

Purple Sad Guy apparently didn't know his name, either. That was good.

"Ever noticed how the portions are getting smaller lately?"

"They've been small," PSG sighed, "s-since the incident."

The janitor hadn't even probed and he already had an intriguing piece of information to work with!

"Incident? Elaborate."

"I don't think the b-boss wants me talking about it."

The janitor slipped him five bucks.

"We call it the Elmore case," said PSG. "Five months ago, our operatives brought in a haunted mirror from there that showed people's hearts instead of their bodies. Y'know, a good person would see a heart of gold, a b-bad person would see a heart of coal, uh, that kind of thing."

"Department of Morality Detection and Measurement Devices, I presume?"

"Right."

"And there was an incident with this thing?"

"He sued us."

"Who sued us?"

PSG groaned and looked away.

"The mirror."

"You mean you took in a sentient mirror?"

"All mirrors are sentient! Some of them just don't know it yet! But this one, he knew already, and he m-made a big fuss about it, and he sued us for everything we had 'cause we'd falsely detained him, and he got a bunch of other anomalies in on it too. And he won the case. And that's why this company's falling apart."

"Doesn't this place have government funding?"

"That's the other part of this. The court demanded guidelines be put in place about what's an anomaly and what's not for us to get our funding back."

"Yeah?"

"We a-argue about them every other day, but we haven't made any progress. We're running off of saved money. Sooner or later, if we don't come up with the surefire difference between something weird- like a haunted floppy disk- and something normal- like a unicorn in a suit- we're gonna go bankrupt and this whole place will turn into a ghost town."

"What about all the dangerous stuff we got here? What, are we just letting the Persistent Blobs of the world ooze across the desert and destroy civilization?"

"The b-boss has some ideas, but that stuff's classified."

The janitor reached for another five dollars, but he had no other cash on him, so he tried to take back the money he had slipped over minutes earlier so he could 'give' it to PSG again. It didn't work, probably because he was attempting it in plain sight. He cleared his throat, pulled his hands back, and tried to pretend he hadn't done anything- either way, PSG got up and headed for the door without so much as a goodbye.

5 WEEKS ON THE JOB

The office had cracks on the walls, now, and a hole suspiciously shaped like a horn, and after the last few meetings there had been coffee on the floor. The janitor had been able to get the infinite mug to stay upright by propping it up with some putty and the old gasket from the red van, but now he had a new source of spillage to clean up after on an every-other-day basis. He had just finished cleaning up the worst meeting yet when his boss strode in wearing that same old angry look.

"You're fired!" he said in equal parts glee and exasperation. "Show's over! Everybody's fired! This whole place is fired!"

The janitor feigned surprise. He wasn't supposed to know about their financial situation- not that the condition of the place didn't make it obvious. Something came to mind, though.

"How am I s'posed to get home? My van got busted on the first day."

"Huh? What? Oh," the boss made a shooing gesture. "Just take one of the SPFcopters."

The SPFcopters were the Foundation's personal fleet of helicopters. 'Hmm, that sounds fun', thought the janitor, followed shortly by 'Oh wait, I don't know how to fly a helicopter'.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Oh. Just thinking. Specifically, I was thinking, hmm, that sounds fun, and then I was thinking, oh, wait, I don't know how to fly a helicopter."

"Hah! Of course you don't. Of course."

"Do you?"

The boss didn't answer. He focused hard, face turning from a shade of creamy pink to a bright red in exertion, and his horn made a party popper noise as he vanished in a puff of confetti that the janitor quickly went to clean up. Lunchtime had come and gone, but having been released from his responsibilities, he made his way back to the cafeteria and found it in a veritable frenzy. There were a whole seven people there, and five of them were talking at once! He could make out a few words. 'Fired', was one. That made sense. 'Fire'- just another tense. 'Burn'. Burn? Was that a new synonym for letting someone go that he didn't know about?

"I guess you heard about it," said PSG with a smile on his face. The nickname didn't really fit anymore.

"Everybody's fired, eh?"

"Well, that and they're burning the building down at the end of the week," said PSG, walking off with a spring in his step as he was wont to do after delivering an important revelation.

The janitor stood there, mind racing, thinking of the van that he had become so close to. And then the coffee cup he had cleaned up after so many times. And then the Persistent Blob, and then the toaster that could print out pictures of your most cherished memories, and then the clock with human hands instead of clock hands, and then the fridge for emotions, and then the talking ventriloquist dummy, and then the sarcophagus that glowed in the presence of evil. And then every single other anomalous item he had so much glanced at for a second during these five terrible, wonderful weeks. He pictured them all going up in flames.

Six nights later, everyone but the fire crew left. They had set explosives up all around the perimeters of each floor.

It wasn't an issue, though. The janitor's job was to come in after everybody had left and clean up after them. He cleaned the whole place, and he made sure each cell was perfectly spotless and also perfectly empty. He saw each of the 200 departments for himself. That night, when midnight struck, an explosion rattled the desert and fire illuminated the sand for miles around. Nobody saw a little red van- a little red van that was much bigger on the inside, mind you- leaving, and as far as the Supernatural Protection Foundation was concerned, every single piece of anomalous miscellany in the center went up in flames. They never even considered that some of the items might have been burn resistant, and they never would consider that due to the clean ashen landscape that was left behind after the demo crew did their work.

The Foundation's name was quickly forgotten.

FIRST DAY ON THE (NEW) JOB

Elmore was an oddly temperate town for one so close to the desert. The red van pulled up to a shady motel and its driver stepped into the front office.

"I want a room for the night."

"35 bucks," said the proprietor, and the shadowy visitor pulled out a gold bar instead and handed it over.

"Sorry, could you trade this in for cash-"

Just as the proprietor finished his statement, he dropped the gold bar to the floor.

"My whole life," he sniffled, "I've been consumed by greed. I can't believe I never saw it before! Touching that thing touched my heart, my very soul! Tell me, good sir, how can I repay you?"

The shadow man shrugged.

"Gimme a room... and 35 bucks," he said, pushing his luck. The proprietor fiddled with the register and gave him the money, which would have made him feel guilty if he didn't also feel so good. He took the keys to his room. For the last time, he leaned on the hood of the van and spoke to it.

"You and I," he said, "We're business partners now."

The van didn't respond, but it seemed appreciative- something about the way the moonlight reflected in its windshield, probably. That was okay. Maybe it would be able to talk to him someday, but if it didn't, that was alright too. He had a lot of work to do. For now, though, he needed some sleep.

#the awesome store #van shopkeeper #tawog #the amazing world of gumball #honestly this chapter has very little canon material but it is the awesome store's backstory in the fic #postfallfallsfalsestarts #postfALLOFIT

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outstandingblue · 2 years ago

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Promises to Keep

Ten - Breathe, Please

recom!miles quaritch x fem!na'vi oc

It's a good think Mansk has a thing for scientists. They can be pretty useful in certain situations.

cross-posted on ao3 here cw: not being able to breathe, allusions to sex, ooc miles (?) wc: 7.3k (i wasn't kidding when i said i got carried away)

When Jiniraa woke up in the morning, she didn’t feel rested at all. She tossed and turned the entire night, unable to get her mind off the feeling of Miles fingers brushing against her cheek and neck. His touch left a line of fire that was impossible to put out.

It didn’t help that she fell asleep without getting washed off. She felt sluggish and grimy, not a great combination for the morning. Their apartments were basic, more like one-bedroom apartments. There was one main room, which consisted of their bed, a desk and table, a secondary seating area, and a small fridge. An adjoining bathroom was found just a few paces away. Pretty basic compared to the standards of the Recoms, but it was over the top extravagant to the minimalist way of life Jiniraa was adapted to.

Regardless, she learned to enjoy having her own space - she even created her own little routine for the morning. It was quiet, peaceful. She still didn’t like sleeping alone, but it helped knowing there were half a dozen others on the other side of her door. Still, she slept the best when they made camp in the forest, surrounded by the sounds of her home and protected by those around her.

Jiniraa took a quick shower before carefully wrapping her hip with the leaves she’d collected on the most recent expedition. Walking out of her apartment and into the main corridor, Jiniraa learned Spider got a wicked sunburn over the past four days. He refused to use any RDA sunscreen. He’d be bed-bound for the next few days while his body recuperates. Was he regretting that decision now? Absolutely. Was he going to learn from the mistake and accept the sunscreen next time? Absolutely not.

Spider and Jiniraa were slowly earning more privileges around Bridgehead, but they still were escorted to and from every location. Jiniraa didn’t mind, it’s not like she would’ve gone anywhere by herself anyway. She’s been around for almost a month,but people would still stare like they’d never seen a Na’vi before. The allure was still there. It made her uncomfortable, being the center of attention.

Jiniraa looked around the gathering Recoms, doing a headcount. One was missing. Miles. He was never late to a meeting time. If anything, he was the first one waiting in the hallway. Lyle announced they were heading out and Miles still wasn’t there. She looked back at his door as they moved, expecting him to come out at that moment but nothing happened.

Mansk was the closest one to her, trying to pull his shirt tighter on his neck and chest, completely covering his tattoo. Jiniraa didn’t think anything of it as she approached, “hey Mansk, do you know where Miles is?”

Jiniraa watched him swallow before replying slowly, “the Colonel…won’t be at breakfast today.”

Mansk was selective with his words, almost like he was making sure something didn’t slip. Jiniraa didn’t seem to catch on. Mansk was glad he’d slipped his sunglasses on - Jiniraa had a knack for being able to tell when people were lying. His shades were his shield.

“What is he busy or something? He never skips meals.” She laughed to herself, the Colonel never passed up on the opportunity to eat, even if it meant scarfing down food before heading to his meetings with Ardmore or other RDA officials.

Jiniraa tried to think of what could’ve been more important than breakfast. Her mind drifted back to the night prior, the way he ever so gently caressed her face. He believed she was asleep, but she was wide awake the entire time. This wasn’t the first time Miles snuck around a few extra minutes after carrying her from their transport. It became a little ritual for the pair; Miles thought it was his personal secret, but Jiniraa knew full well what was happening. She’d never dare bring it up, afraid he’d stop. It was her secret as well.

Mansk watched as thoughts tumbled around the woman’s head before he turned forward, giving her shoulders a gentle push to catch up with the rest of the unit. He surely wasn’t going to tell her what he’d been through last night.

After they returned from their four-day stint in the forest, Mansk wanted nothing more than a shower, a clean pair of clothes, and some time with his favorite woman in the science department - Dr. Renia Cox. She was one of the only a handful Avatar operators currently in RDA’s ranks and functioned as the on-base doctor for the Recom unit.

Mansk met Renia within his first week on Pandora. Something must have gone haywire when they were growing his new body because his eyes were awfully sensitive to light. The migraines completely incapacitated him - to the point where he’d have to lay face down in bed, under the covers for any semblance of relief. Renia gifted him his precious sunglasses, hoping the dark shades would help while she figured what was going on with his new body.

Renia was Mansk’s Godsend, able to almost completely cure his extreme light sensitivity. They grew closer over the late nights they spent together, running test after test trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with Mansk. At one point, Renia even accused Mansk of making it all up so he’d get to spend time with her. He denied the accusation with a laugh. When Mansk was given a clean bill of health and she signed off on his field clearances, Renia expected him to disappear from her life, but he didn’t. He stuck around, sneaking to her lab and just hanging around her lab as she worked late into the night - not that she minded whatsoever. He worked his way into her routine. It was nice. Oddly domestic in a place so hostile.

Their relationship grew physically intimate; another perk to having an Avatar body was the sex they experienced together. Sex as a human was good, but sex in a Na’vi body? Whole other ballpark. It’s not even fair to compare the two.

So that’s where Mansk was last night, sitting in her lab, head leaning on her shoulder as he fiddled with wet specimen jars. She was finishing up the last of her reports, trying to speed through as quickly as possible so they could have their one on one time. Mansk didn’t mind waiting, he was at peace, just listening to her mutter under her breath as she scanned the reports for errors.

That peace shattered when a slamming noise echoed from down the corridor. They should’ve been the only ones in this sector at this time of night. Everyone else cleared out hours ago, way before Mansk even arrived. Mansk and Renia were on edge, rising from their seats while trying to think of what caused that noise.

“Renia, you stay here,” Mansk’s voice was stern and tight. He no longer was in lover boy mode, he was in military-and-there-is-a-threat mode.

“Hell no, I’m coming with,” Renia scoffed at his statement, grabbing a scalpel from the desk. Mansk rolled his eyes, expecting her to say that. She was still in her Avatar body, so Mansk felt a little better, but she was still pretty weak.

Mansk sighed, “fine, but you stay behind me,” she didn’t acknowledge blankly looking past him, “baby?”

She nodded, gripping her weapon of choice even harder. A scalpel probably wouldn’t do much, but if it made her feel better she could cling to it for all he cared.

At some point in their approach, Mansk pulled his handgun from the thigh holster. Renia didn’t even notice, too busy ducking behind her boyfriend. Her fingers traced over a large indent in the wall - probably from a fist. A fist that made a dent in solid metal like this is a strike that could take her head clean off her shoulders. She pulled on the back of Mansk’s shirt, his attention whipped backwards, sensing the woman’s fear. He looked at the indent, but didn’t say anything, only pressed forward, glancing back more often.

Mansk didn’t know what to expect when he turned the corner. He’d almost expected some sort of rabid animal that somehow managed to work its way through the ventilation system. Did Pandora even have rabies? However, the last thing he expected to see was the Colonel, skin flushed and dripping with sweat as he pounded away at a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

The Colonel must’ve been haphazardly swinging his limbs around as he made his way to the training center. The dent was a purposeful punch though - that definitely wasn’t an accident.

Mansk put the safety on and slipped the gun back into its holster, tentatively approaching his commanding officer. With all his grunting and swinging, Miles hadn’t noticed the pair enter the room, his emotional state created a tunnel vision effect.

Mansk tentatively called out, “Colonel?”

Miles whipped around, teeth bared. He truly didn’t realize anyone was behind him.

Mansk continued, “Colonel, is everything alright?”

The blood was rushing through Miles’ ears and Mansk’s voice sounded a mile away. Miles glanced down at his hands, noticing the blood pooling around his knuckles. He was beating the bag so aggressively he’d broken skin long ago, but that was the last thing on his mind.

His mind was stuck on the woman sleeping in her bed. Was she still whimpering and writhing in unconscious pain? He needed to get rid of these feelings. They were clouding his judgment. He’d been altering mission objectives to make sure she was kept out of harm’s way. When scouting, he was often more focused on her location rather than the path in front of them. When they made camp for the night, he didn’t rest - he was kept up by the sounds of her breathing and the way she shifted in her hammock.

“Colonel?”

Miles wiped the blood on his pants, not caring if the material stained. They were already muddy and disgusting from the past four days.

Mansk did an overview of the Colonel, trying to assess his state. Mansk contemplated asking Renia to grab a sedative. She had the same thought, but it passed quickly. For Mansk, the idea lingered as a last resort.

Renia went to take a step forward, only to be stopped as Mansk grabbed her upper arm in a soft, yet firm, grip. He was afraid the Colonel would lash out if she approached. He knew the strength the Colonel possessed - he could throw her across the room with ease. They had a heated debate, communicating through silent facial expressions, leaving Miles alone with his internal struggle.

His bloodied hands. He couldn’t look away from them. These hands have been bloody before. The human Quaritch’s hands have been bloodied hundreds of times. But these hands? These were hands that caressed the side of Jiniraa’s soft face less than an hour ago. No hands like these should ever be graced with touching someone like her.

She’d already been stained by blood. Her clan was almost wiped out all of those years ago. By him. No. Not him - the man whose memories he possessed. He had no clue how many people she had to help bury, giving their energy back to Eway, in the wake of his - the human Quaritch’s - attack on Hometree and the battle that later ensued. She’d never told him. He didn’t know if he wanted to know the full extent. Hell - she’d been fucking shot at some point. Based on how healed the wound was, she was a kid when it happened. Miles felt sick to his stomach every time he thought about it.

A new voice interrupted Miles’ thoughts, “Colonel Quaritch?”

His head snapped up at the woman’s voice. Mansk was tense, a few paces behind the woman. He was fully prepared to lunge forward and grab her by the waist if Miles tried something. He’d be damned if Renia, the only good thing on this bloody planet, got hurt under his watch.

Renia continued with a soothing voice, “Colonel, what's wrong?”

“I-I…” Miles couldn’t even form a single word, let alone try to string an entire sentence together. Unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside of his head, he collapsed to his knees. His eyes continued to stare at his hands.

Mansk had never seen the Colonel act like this, never demonstrating this extent of emotions. He’d gone from a full on rampage to a broken man on the floor in the matter of minutes. Mansk truly believed the best thing would be to leave the Colonel alone. He clearly didn’t want to talk. Or at least, they weren’t the people he wanted to talk to.

Mansk walked beside the woman, leaning into her ear, “c’mon, let’s give him some privacy, yeah?”

Renia didn’t want to leave the Colonel like this. It didn’t sit right in her stomach, but she trusted Mansk. He knew the Colonel better than she ever could. Reluctantly, she followed Mansk as they left the training room. They walked to the lab in silence, fingers brushing against each other, but both too scared to fully commit to the grip in a public setting.

Once inside the safety of Renia’s lab office, Mansk exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face.

Renia was the first to speak, shock spread across her face, “okay, what the hell was that all about?”

Mansk leaned against her desk, watching her gather gauze and alcohol pads. She was making a little medkit for the Colonel - she’d noticed the bloodied knuckles immediately. His heart warmed at the care she felt for others, doing so even without being asked.

Mansk sighed, leaning his elbows against his knees as his gaze fell to the floor, “I don’t know…”

It wasn’t the complete truth. He had an idea of what it could have been about. Mansk was quiet and observant by nature. He’d noticed how Jiniraa and Miles had been acting these past few weeks. Dancing around and stealing glances from each other. Unspoken words said more than any spoken words ever could.

Renia finished gathering her supplies, cleaning up the mess she’d made. Mansk watched her work silently, observing like always. Renia walked back towards the Recom, tilting her head with a small smile when she joined his position, leaning against her desk as well.

“Do you…” Renia began hesitantly, pausing and selecting her next words carefully, “do you think it’s about the girl you’ve told me about?”

Mansk sighed, not saying anything as he stood up and moved between her legs. He dropped his head into her neck, feeling her arms instantly work their way around his shoulders and into his hair, rubbing at the base of his neck.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled directly into her skin. Her touch was soothing - he was sure he’d start purring at any second.

“Hey - that tickles,” she laughed at the sensation. Music to his ears. “Well - from what you’ve been saying, he’d pretty whipped for her.”

Renia had a joking tone, but Mansk knew what she meant. He didn’t respond for a few minutes, just letting himself enjoy her touch a little while longer.

“I think he’s scared,” he mumbled out. Renia didn’t expect Mansk to respond at all. She hummed, trying to figure out what he’d meant.

“Yeah? Big bad Colonel Quaritich is scared of a woman?”

Mansk’s ears dipped down, but she didn’t notice, “yeah…something like that.”

The Colonel wasn’t scared of her. He was scared of losing her. Mansk knew the feeling - it was the same thing he experienced with Renia. He always feared it would be the last time he saw her. The atmosphere was turning too depressing for Mansk’s liking. He pressed a kiss to her pulse, knowing it would tickle just enough without being too enticing.

She giggled, throwing her head back a little. It just created more real estate for Mansk to kiss along, peppering soft touches along her throat. She tried to push him off a little bit. There was no real effort in her movements - they both knew damn well she didn’t want him to stop. His touches began growing in boldness, lust pooling in their abdomens. They both knew where this was going.

“Hey - hey, Mansk, baby, hey, let me just drop this off, yeah?” She was trying to talk through gasps as Mansk became more intentional with the placement of his lips, hands starting to slide under her top and grip her waist. “He needs to bandage those knuckles up so they don’t get infected.”

Mansk paused, pulling back for a few seconds, winking at the woman, “I think he can wait for a few minutes.”

Mansk got too caught up in his own memories. He’d somehow managed to make it all the way to the mess hall, grab his tray, load it up with food, and sit down at the Recom table - all completely on autopilot. Now, he just had to worry about the strain in his pants.

“Hey Mansky! Heard you and a lil’ lady gettin' busy last night!” Lyle elbowed Mansk in the side with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, a wolf whistle topped it off.

He took a bite of his food, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Lyle moved to tug at the collar of Mansk’s shirt, exposing the bruising that littered his collarbone, “yeah what’s this then?”

Mansk ignored the overzealous Corporal - he didn’t want to feed into his childish antics, but he also didn’t want to risk exposing what he and the doctor had. It was new and needed to be protected.

It also was a good thing Lyle couldn’t see his back. Scratched to hell and back.

“Oh - you are a fuckin’ liar,” Prager started, pointed an accusatory finger. “Do you forget we share a wall? I barely got any sleep last night! Just sayin’ all I heard was the bed frame slamming against it all night.”

Zdinarsk mumbled, “you’re just mad you aren’t getting any.”

Mansk shrugged his shoulders, looking back down at his meal. It was a good thing he’d already established a quiet personality. It didn’t seem too strange that he didn’t engage further in the conversation. The unit thought he had an expendable fuck buddy, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Renia meant more to him than that. He was relieved when the topic changed, no longer having to hear them debate about who Mansk was sleeping with.

Jiniraa kept pushing her food around on the plate. She normally didn’t have an appetite for Bridgehead food, but today the look of the food was making her nauseous. Her mind was elsewhere, back to thinking about Miles, still reeling and trying to figure out what was more important than breakfast.

Without fail, every time she heard the loud banding of boots against the ground, she’d look up expecting to see Miles walking through the door. Alas, she was deeply disappointed every time. It was a louder-than-average human walking.

Mansk watched her from across the table, biting the inside of his cheek. It felt wrong to keep what he knew a secret, but he knew he needed to. Under the table, he nudged her bare feet with his boots, causing her to look up at him.

“You good?”

Jiniraa sighed, “...yeah.”

“Hey, at least get something in your stomach,” Mansk pointed down at her food, not looking away until she started eating.

●●●

“I don’t think I can move in this,” Jiniraa pulled at the new material on her body, not liking how it hugged her in weird places.

Lyle barked out a laugh, “tough shit, princess. Your other shit is dirty from being in the field. You only have to suffer for one day.”

He wasn’t wrong - the entire ensemble had been caked in mud, sweat, and grime. It was pretty disgusting - well overdue for a proper cleaning - but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about this. She’d been given Na’vi sized green hiking shorts and a cropped black tank top. Mansk managed to convince Renia to lend the outfit, not that anyone knew that. They just figured Mansk stumbled upon it in a closet. He was always appearing with random shit. Prager was always amazed when he came back with goodies, insisting he was a Bridgehead Santa.

“Well I feel constricted and I look stupid,” Jiniraa huffed back, not bothering to hide her annoyance. Miles had yet to make an appearance, skipping both breakfast and lunch. That left Lyle in charge for the day. It was both a blessing and a curse: Lyle was more relaxed than the Colonel, but he was a thousand times more annoying.

Lyle threw her a flirtatious smile, obnoxiously flexing his arms as they walked towards the gym, “I was gonna say you look hot - ya know, like more human in that.”

She slapped his arm, muttering how she wasn’t human, but smiled regardless and rolled her eyes at his antics. They pair had grown considerably closer over the past month. After Lyle got over his initial resentment of the woman, he started to appreciate the way she’d talk with them. It was refreshing, the way she’d share the forest rather than just belittle them for ignorance. That was what he hated about Dr. Augustine. He also knew their shenanigans pissed the Colonel off to no end - and why would Lyle ever pass on the chance to piss off Miles for fun?

“Stop flexing, you’re going to burst a blood vessel and bleed out internally.”

“I don’t think it works that way. Can’t get rid of me that easily, princess,” his smirk was relentless. Stupid glasses perched on his bald head. “Let’s go, we have a lot of work to get done today. You’re starting to actually make progress. Can’t have you goin’ soft on me.”

Jiniraa unenthusiastically followed Lyle. He wasn’t wrong - she had been making good progress over the past three weeks. You could actually see the definition in her arms beginning to form. Her legs were stronger. She didn’t get winded as quickly, able to keep up with the group rather than slow them down.

She felt good. She didn’t feel as helpless anymore. She was helpless in the clan - a burden, brushed off to the side when she didn’t make progress quick enough for Jake’s standards. Here? They had no other option, they had to make her better. Their lives depended on if she could hold her own.

“Lyle,” she whined, “I’m tired. Can’t we have one rest day?”

Lyle acted as if he seriously contemplated the proposition for a minute. He didn’t. “Nope.”

They walked past the mats on the ground. It seems they wouldn’t be sparring right now. Jiniraa couldn’t help but be thankful for that - to this day, sparring remained her least favorite. They approached the obstacle course - the only thing she truly excelled at and enjoyed. It was a little more mechanical than moving through the forest, but the general idea was the same. For once, she was on an equal playing field with everyone else.

“Hey Lyle, let’s make a bet,” she called out. He turned around, ears perked and eyebrows raised. She knew that would work. “If I’m able to beat you on the obstacle course - can we all have the rest of the day off?”

Lyle smirked, never one to stand down from a challenge, especially one he so easily would dominate at. “Sure, sweet cheeks. You beat me in the o-course and the whole team gets the rest of the day off.”

Lyle gathered everyone around, explaining the deal he’d made with the Na’vi. She couldn’t help the anxiety building in her stomach. She’d been confident before, but it was quickly fading away.

Zdinarsk was elected to be the referee, stepping forward and explaining the rules, “alright - you both have to complete three full rounds through. No pussying out. On the count of three. One. Two…three!”

Both competitors dashed off. Lyle had more raw power and strength than Jiniraa could ever dream of possessing, but where he had strength she had agility and speed. Their strengths and weaknesses played off each other.

At certain points, like the solid wall, Lyle clearly had the upper hand. Hell, he was almost half a foot taller than her, so anything with height was right up his alley. He would take the lead for a couple seconds before Jiniraa’s agility helped her pass over low jumps and glide down the decline balance logs.

Jiniraa started out strong, but by the third lap she was seeing stars. She should’ve listened to Mansk and ate an entire breakfast. Her hands were raw from climbing the rope twice already. Her legs were burning from pushing so hard. Her knees were definitely bruised from slamming them against the solid wall - her nemesis of the obstacle course.

A moment’s glance towards Lyle showed he was only narrowly in the lead as they approached the rope - the final obstacle for the third round. He was pouring buckets of sweat. She probably didn’t look much better herself.

They reached the ropes at the same time, pausing to make eye contact before darting up the rope. Lyle had years of experience under his belt, he moved up the rope with ease. Jiniraa - not so much, but she wasn’t about to give up.

The bell was just out of her reach, but she decided fuck it and tried to throw her shoulders just enough that her fingers would brush the rim of the bell. Bad idea. Not only had she missed the bell entirely, but she lost her grip on the rope. She didn’t even realize she’d let go before plummeting fifty or so feet towards the ground.

Sure, the ground was covered in mats, but they didn’t do anything to break her fall. The impact knocked any air straight out of her lungs, leaving her gasping like a fish out of water.

Lyle watched from the top of the rope, fingers brushing along the bell, “shit fuck shit bitch,” profanities escaped his lips as he descended the rope, a little faster than his body could handle. A little rope burn never killed anyone.

Across the compound, a certain Miles Quaritch was sitting in a meeting, messing with the white gauze wrapped around his knuckles when his datapad started dinging in his pocket. He attempted to ignore it at first, but it was insistent.

The General shot the Colonel a deadly glare for his interruption. They - along with other RDA personnel whose names Miles refused to learn - were discussing Sully’s raids and how he hadn’t been seen in weeks. No shit. The meeting wasn’t going anywhere, so Miles decided to check what was so urgent. Carefully, he slipped the datapad out of his pocket, keeping the screen under the lip of the table.

He sighed as he opened it before his heart dropped to his (empty) stomach. It was the alarm on Jiniraa’s throat comm - her heart rate was pressing into dangerously high territories.

Now, the primary purpose of the heart rate monitor was to make sure she didn’t take off the comm because it held the tracker. The secondary purpose was an afterthought, more medically significant. After that first interrogation, the scientists were worried of some sort of underlying heart condition. Miles didn’t understand the medical jargon completely, but basically her heart rate would spike and her brain would starve because it wasn’t getting enough air. That’s the gist he was able to understand. Hence the reason Miles had an alarm on his datapad, notifying him when her heart rate crossed into those dangerously high territories.

Miles rose from the chair, not caring that the metal scraped loudly against the floor. He didn’t wait for the General to finish her statement before he interrupted, “General, I have to go. It’s my team.”

He turned on his heel, not waiting for her permission before sprinting out of the room and running through the corridors. The echo of his boots acted as a warning system, telling bystanders to get out of his way or he’d trample them without a second thought. He didn’t even notice the amount of people who lined the walls as he ran, long strides carrying him towards the gym. There wasn’t much on his mind.

He couldn’t get the door to slide open fast enough, not even waiting for it to open the entire way before slipping his body through and running towards the unit. They were all circled around, shifting from foot to foot, not really knowing what to do.

“Move,” Miles roughly shoved Lopez to the side, sliding through the newly created gap.

The scene in front of him broke his heart. Jiniraa was lying on the ground with wide teary eyes, attempting to take in short and shallow breaths, but her body wouldn’t allow it. It was in shock.

Lyle was sitting behind her, forcing her to sit up rather than lay flat on her back. Ja, as the medic of the unit, had taken over the situation almost right away. He was trying to get her to take slow and deep breaths, working through the pain. The sensation would pass eventually. His words fell on deaf ears; he didn’t want to yell - that was what he was trained to do for military work, but Jiniraa was basically a civilian. Yelling would probably make the situation worse.

Her eyes were crazed as they looked around, completely unfocused and hazed. She was spiraling. Miles recognized that look. When her eyes met his, the tears began to fall. He squatted down next to her, resting his forearms on his knees. He didn’t know how to be of use in this situation. A shaky hand reached out for him and latched on. The touch made him snap out of the stunned state he’d been in.

“What happened,” he wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, he just needed answers. His voice was quiet, trying to not spook the woman more than she already was, but there was an underlying bite in his tone.

Lyle was brave enough to speak, “O-course, sir.”

“Explain.”

Lyle cut right to the chase, knowing if he tried to give an elaborate explanation the Colonel would be more pissed off than he already was.

“Sir, it was a timed race. She must’ve lost her grip on the rope and she fell and landed on her back, sir.”

Ja filled in the blanks while monitoring her breathing, “wind got knocked right outta her, sir. Diaphragm started spazzing when she made impact.”

Miles knew what that felt like. He’d taken a few tumbles himself back in the day. Getting the wind knocked out of you was a terrifying feeling - you feel like you’re suffocating within your own body.

He sighed, “how long ago?”

Ja checked his watch with a quick glance, “about three minutes ago.”

Ja pressed two fingers to her wrist, trying to get a sense of her rapid pulse. The color was leaving her face as the panting continued. She wasn’t calming down at all. If anything, she was getting less air now than before. Miles’ throat was going dry at the sight.

“Sweetheart, you need to breathe.”

She didn’t react at all - her face remained unchanged, but her fingers continued to grip his. She repositioned her grip, nails now dug into the bandage around his knuckles, definitely breaking open the freshly scabbed skin. He didn’t care. That didn’t matter right now.

Miles brought his free hand to the side of her face, watching as she pressed her cheek into his palm. He swiped his thumb against her tear-stained cheek and she pressed further into his warmth, looking for comfort.

“Sweetheart, Breathe. Please. You need to breathe. Deep breaths. Please.” Miles was begging. No question about it. He may as well be on his hands and knees begging for her to calm down before he breaks. He didn’t care how absolutely pathetic he sounded right now. Her eyes closed as she whimpered. The sounds were starting to affect his own body. He felt that familiar burn in the back of the throat as tears begged to gather in his eyes.

His brain was racing, trying to think of ways to calm her down. Quick glances to Ja and Lyle were useless - they didn’t know what to do either.

Think, Miles, damnit, think.

He looked her body up and down, trying to think of something, anything, that would end this torture. For both of them.

His eyes landed on the bottom of her sternum. That day - that day on the tarmac, she pressed her palm against her sternum to self-soothe.

Without any better options in mind, he unjoined their hands. Her newly freed hand gripped the material of his fatigues. He didn’t care. She could rip a hole in them for all he cared. His own hand from a new home resting on the bottom of her tank. One hand cradled her face while the other rested on her chest.

Her quick breathing made his hand slip under the fabric, his thumb now dangerously close to her breast. She didn’t seem to notice, but he sure as hell did. He could feel her heart raging under his palm. He didn’t know how much longer her body could take of this before it passed out from over-exertion.

He lowered his head towards her, almost letting their foreheads connect as he repeated his plea over and over, “breathe, please. You’re okay. I promise. Just breathe.”

Honestly, Miles didn’t know how long he stayed like that, bent over and forehead almost touching. In reality, her breathing was back to normal in four or so minutes, but it felt like eternity. The only thing that snapped Miles out of his trance was a new figure appearing next to them, taking Ja’s place.

Miles growled under his breath, shielding her body with his torso as he looked up. He was met with a semi-familiar face. She stared back at him.

His ears went flat to his head as he demanded, “who’re you.”

“I’m Doctor Cox…” she trailed off, expecting Miles to fill in the gaps on his own. He narrowed his eyes on her, not recognizing the name right away, “...we’ve met before, Colonel.”

Mansk watched the two interact carefully, not knowing how the Colonel was going to react with a new presence in the mix. Once Jiniraa made contact with the ground, Ja knew she may need more advanced medical care than he could provide as a field medic. Mansk offered to find a doctor, knowing there was only one doctor on the entire compound he trusted - his beloved Renia. He was lucky she was already linked to her Avatar body for the day.

Miles watched her eyes momentarily flick to the bandages around his knuckles. Her and Mansk interrupted his rampage last night. She brought him a little medkit afterwards. He nodded and they silently agreed to keep the intimate details of their meeting between them.

Sensing she gained his trust, Renia began, “Mansk filled me in on the way here. Can I take a look at her?”

Miles looked at Mansk. He was refusing to make eye contact. His shades weren’t over his eyes for once, so it was pretty obvious he was hiding something. Miles didn’t give a shit about that right now. He exhaled, looking down at the woman in his arms. She had just managed to calm her breathing - he didn’t want something to set her off again.

He leaned down, face getting closer as his eyes searched her face for any discomfort, “you okay, sweetheart?”

She nodded, the first time she’d reacted to anything since he got there. Miles let out a sigh of relief, sitting himself back on his heels, watching as she shifted to lean more towards Miles than using Lyle as support.

Renia offered the Na’vi woman a kind smile, pulling her travel kit into her lap. Jiniraa looked at her apprehensively, never meeting another Avatar besides the Recoms.

“Hi, you’re Jiniraa right?” Jiniraa nodded. “I’m Dr. Cox. I work with these guys a lot. I need to check you out, okay? Mansk said you took a pretty nasty fall.”

Jiniraa nodded, sliding herself completely out of Miles’ grip to sit independently. He didn’t like that and kept a hand placed firmly on her thigh, needing to feel the warmth of her skin. He absentmindedly rubbed circles into her skin. The trio on the ground didn’t notice Mansk shooing away the rest of the Recoms, trying to give the doctor some space to work. He also knew Miles wasn’t completely in the right headspace, not even bothering to hide his lingering caresses.

Renia pulled a small metal flashlight, shining it into Jiniraa’s eyes, muttering observations to herself, “good pupil response. Jiniraa, can you grip my hand and squeeze as hard as you can?”

Miles almost snorted at that test. His leg probably would be bruised from how she’d been gripping it a few minutes prior. He managed to keep quiet, letting the doc continue her exam in silence.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like she has a concussion, which is good. I do want to listen to her breathing though. May I?”

Jiniraa nodded. She was used to physical examinations like this - the scientists that lived among the Na’vi completed yearly physicals on everyone. Even so, that didn’t change the way she flinched when the cold stethoscope pressed against her skin.

“Sorry, sorry, I know it’s cold,” Renia muttered an apology before speaking louder, “alright. Big breath in. Big breath out. Good. Now, just breathe like normal.”

Miles watched the scene unfolding with unrelenting intensity, taking note of every minute facial expression the doc made. He watched her brows pull together in concern for a moment before relaxing.

“What,” he demanded.

Renia shook her head, “it’s nothing. Heart just sounded weird there for a second. She probably just has a little murmur or irregular rhythm,” before Miles was able to throw his questions at her she continued, “heart murmurs usually aren’t life threatening. I have one in my human body. They’re just uncommon throughout the Omaticaya people though. That’s where she’s from, right?”

Miles didn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on Jiniraa’s faltering form. She looked drained, like she could pass out and fall asleep at any moment. Renia glanced between the two, a small smile ghosting her face.

“Well, it looks like she should be fine. You did a pretty good job calming her down, Colonel. If anything else happens, especially within the next day or two - you should page me right away. I’m on call 24/7, so don’t hesitate if something seems off.”

Miles nodded, not paying attention to the doctor as she gathered her belongings, neatly packing everything in her bag. She stood, turning to see Mansk already watching her. She returned his look of admiration. He wasn’t trying to hide his affections either. She walked past him, nudging him to follow.

When they reached the entrance of the training center, a little alcove in front of the door, Renia paused. It was large enough to keep them out of anyone’s direct eyeline.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that’s her?” She fiddled with her badge, clipping it back to the waistband of her shorts.

Mansk signed, rubbing a hand down his face. A motion she’d seen him do a hundred times. An indicator of his exhaustion level, “yeah, that’s her.”

“I don’t think you’re right - ya know, with what you said last night.”

Mansk smirked down at her, “I said a lot of things last night,” he met her serious gaze and reset himself, tilting his head, “what do you mean?”

“I don’t think he likes her, like you were saying. I think he loves her.” Mank hummed in response, watching Renia as she watched Jiniraa and Miles. “It’s sweet, ya know.”

Mansk nodded and yawned, rubbing his eyes this time. That meant he was ready to completely pass out. Renia laughed at him, laying a playful hand to his chest, “you need some real sleep tonight. We can’t be up that late again.”

Mansk opened his eyes, humming, “yeah, we’ll see who’s the one begging for more tonight, baby.”

Renia leaned up, pressing an innocent kiss to the corner of his mouth before nipping at his pulse on her way down. She knew how to make him tick as well, “I think we both know who will be begging for more.”

Before Mansk was able to protest her blatant teasing, she was already turning with a wink and exiting the training center. He groaned, watching her purposely swing her hips just a little more than necessary.

●●●

Miles decided to call off the rest of training for the day. They’d been going for over three weeks straight without a single break. One day off wouldn’t kill them. He also needed to get Jinraa some proper rest. So here they were leisurely walking back to the housing distinct in an awkward silence. Jinraa hadn’t said much since the doctor - who so clearly had Mansk wrapped around her finger - left, only responding with one word answers when spoken to directly.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” Miles nudged her shoulder, throwing her off balance for a quick moment. She shrugged and Miles clicked his tongue, not accepting that answer.

“I’m sorry,” there was a little crack in her voice. Miles had to take a deep breath, he was still learning how to deal with emotional people.

“For what?”

She only shrugged again, not really knowing what she was apologizing for. It just felt necessary.

They fell back into an uncomfortable silence. Neither realized it, but their steps lagged as they drew closer to the Recom apartments. They were trying to savor the time together, regardless if the silence didn’t feel right.

When they inevitably reached their doorways, Miles looked down at Jiniraa, fingers tracing a stripe on her waist as he asked once more what was bothering her.

“I want to go home,” she managed to squeeze out. Miles pressed his lips together, forcing himself to pull his gaze away from her when she looked up with those big teary eyes.

“I know you do,” he paused, contemplating if he would say it, “I…I’m sorry.”

She turned and approached her door, moving away from his touch. His hand instinctively followed her body. It stung - how she didn’t acknowledge what he said. Her hand hovered over the keypad for a moment before dropping back to her side. Her back remained towards him as she spoke.

“Miles?”

“Yeah?”

“I…” she trailed off, whispering, “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

His body acted on instinct, eliminating the space between them in two huge strides before wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his chest to her back as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. The thing he’d wanted to do for weeks now.

She shifted in his hold, spinning around so they faced each other. He moved his greedy palms under her hair, trying to feel as much of her skin as possible. Her own hands were pressed against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his chest, rising and falling at a quick pace. Their breaths intertwined. Glazed eyes looking into the other.

Miles reached down without breaking the intense eye contact and gathered into his arms. He couldn’t count how many times he’s done this by now - dozens, probably. But none of those times mattered. None of them were as intimate and sensual as this exact moment.

Two hands gripped on the backs of her thighs. Bare from the new shorts. He contemplated looking down for a moment, but he didn’t dare peel his gaze away from her face. He wouldn’t look away, too busy memorizing what it looked like in the light.

“Miles…”

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Needed to get this off my skin (heh).

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Mash was totally normal about skin.

It wasn't as if she weren't used to touching others. Sheltered designer baby or not, it was utterly impossible to avoid physical contact with other humans/gods/humanoids/things with skin since leaving the confines of her quarantine room. She knew what it should feel like.

She knew skin tended to feel warm to the touch—a sign of life—but the feeling differed depending on the person. Despite the countless life-or-death battles she had survived, Mash's skin was largely unblemished; she had Galahad to thank for that. Meuniere's was clear as well, just like most of the other Chaldea staff, except for maybe certain parts at the tip of his fingers where he tended to worry the skin when he was anxious. Da Vinci's was smooth, almost too smooth—like a perfectly crafted doll created to imitate a living person the best it could. In contrast, she knew Senpai's skin had grown calloused and rough throughout their long journey, surviving through harsh environments. She knew which of his knuckles were covered in scar tissue, not from punching people but digging their fists into the dirt to push themselves back up onto their feet. Over and over and over again—

Servants, at least the ones that did have skin, didn't feel much different. Mash didn't make it a habit to go around touching other people to run a consensus though. Nowadays, she only cared about close contact with select people, and one of them was lying on a towel beside her at this moment, almost as still as a stone while Mash applied sunscreen across her back and shoulders.

Despite her winter queen persona, Morgan's skin didn't lack the warmth that signified one was alive Thank god, Mash would often breathe. You are alive. You are alive. You are alive. But while Morgan's skin was certainly just as flawless as hers, it reminded her of the surface of a lake—the surface tension of water, its strength belying simplicity. A thin layer hiding Morgan's Divine Patterns, which thrummed mutely under Mash's touch even in their inactive state.

Queen Morgan never allowed others to come within two meters of her, let alone touch her bare skin. The Master of Chaldea and his closest Servant were the main exceptions, the latter having earned the privilege after a decent amount of stubborn arguments and clawing (literally to an extent).

But Mash was used to skin-to-skin contact with Morgan in more... private settings. The beach they shared with the rest of Chaldea's Servants on "vacation" was not that.

And Mash was lathering sunscreen across her back. So warm, so alive, so strong, so soft, so beautiful, so... so...

How would it feel right now between Mash's legs—

Was it possible for the human body to do a reverse volcanic reaction? Wait, Mash wasn't human to begin with, so maybe it was.

Yes, Mash was sooooooo normal about skin. Morgan's skin. She was very much normal about that. No wanton thoughts from her! Nope! None. At. All.

"Is there anything else, Sir Kyrlielight?" Morgan asked, once Mash had frozen for half a minute long enough that the queen probably thought her knight was done attending to her.

Oh god please I need you in my pants right now. Were words kept firmly jammed in Mash's mouth. Never mind that she was wearing a bikini and not pants—she wanted Morgan, needed to feel the queen in places beyond her fingertips, but Mash was a professional. She was Chaldea's most trusted Servant. She knew decorum. She did, really.

But Morgan knew Mash as well. Her lips remained in their usual flat line, but a single eyebrow raised as she snapped her fingers. A sheen surrounded them under a transparent dome. The rambunctious clamoring of the other Servants that served as white noise before became mute like they were submerged underwater. Mash could still see the outside world, but she had a feeling the outside world couldn't see them.

Or at least, not how they should've actually seemed.

"Now, let me ask again."

Morgan raised herself, bringing her fingers under Mash's chin. Her grey-blue eyes, normally frozen cold over millennia of bullshit, bore down at her with the same heated desire Mash was used to in their private quarters.

"What is it that you need, my knight?"

Mash swallowed despite the dryness of her mouth—from the beach heat, not her thirst! Morgan may have been the Winter Queen to everyone else, but here on the hot sands of this beach, she may as well have been Pele about to claim Mash for herself.

And Mash would let her. Just as she always did.

You know, Mash is horny on main for her queen, nothing special about it.

So when they're on the beach and Morgan asks her a little help to put sunscreen on her shoulders, Mash tries. She really really really tries not to think anything dirty but she can't help since she's touching so casually MORGAN'S BARE SKIN AND IT'S SO SOFT AND SMOOTH AND –

“Thank you, my knight.”

“Oh god please I need you in my pants right now.”

Good for her

#tomato tries to write #mashmorgan #fate #does this make sense #idk #idk what i'm thinking #take my paltry offering of mashmorgan #i just couldn't stop laughing at the prompt #poor mash #sorry is this how you answer prompts

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 2 years ago

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The Agony of Desire

Part 6 // Masterlist

Warnings: Masturbation, nudity.

"As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin."

-Pablo Neruda

In your room, there's a walk-in closet full of clothes, stocked with everything in your size, and in your style and you suspect that Billy must have hired someone you've worked with before to put this all together.

There are some pieces that you know are his choice though, things too skimpy for you to be comfortable wearing, and as you sift through the closet, your eyes land on one such piece.

It's a bikini, as if you'd be caught dead in public with that on.... except that you weren't in public, and maybe you could afford to try it out once.

It's got a cute pattern, but it's mostly strings, you curse several times getting it on, and then spend the rest of time hiding from yourself in the mirror.

You find a pretty sheer robe that you throw over, and then you're heading down to the beach.

There's two beach chairs sitting under an umbrella, and you don't hesitate to occupy the softest one.

You haven't seen Billy since you left him this morning, but you assumed he was in the kitchen eating breakfast.

The knowledge that you're alone makes you more and more comfortable by the moment, until you're shrugging the robe off your body so that you can relax near the ocean.

You hear the quiet crunch of his footsteps as he approaches, and you raise your head when he gets near.

The sounds of waves breaking calms you, until you're rolling onto your stomach for a quick nap.

"Brought you a drink and some fruit. You didn't have breakfast." He says in explanation.

You smile up at him, rolling onto your back and accepting the small wooden tray of things.

He takes the seat beside you, looking over at you every now and then.

"Are you okay?" You ask easily, popping a grape into your mouth.

"Yes. You look nice."

You smile at him in thanks.

When you're done with the fruit, he fishes a tube of something from his pockets.

"Want me to put some sunscreen on you?" He offers, and you nod, rolling onto your back in invitation.

He settles closer, and you feel your body shiver as his hands touch your back for the first time. The sunscreen is cold, and you sigh blissfully as it soothes your warm skin briefly.

He works slowly, rubbing circles into your back and shoulders and working his way down.

He then goes down to your ankles and begins moving upwards.

At your thighs, he hesitates, and you give him permission to proceed.

You're absolutely wet, and you hope the material is dark enough to hide any sort of arousal from his eyes.

His hands smooth over the globes of your ass too, working the product into every inch of visible skin.

"Turn over." He says in a low voice, and you oblige.

He massages his hands into your shins, to the tops of your thighs and over your stomach. He remains quiet the entire time, and then pauses under your breasts again, waiting for permission.

You peek an eye open and smile up at him.

"Want me to do the rest?" You ask.

He blinks.

"N-no I can-" He replies, moving his hands up.

And he does, smoothing up your arms and over your chest, the heel of his hands brush against your stiff nipples covered by the small triangles of your top as he finishes and you don't think the move is intentional.

He stands up, and when you realise he's leaving, you raise your head.

"Where're you going?" You ask curiously.

"To rub one out. I'll see you later."

And five minutes later you sit up with devious intentions.

"U-uhhhh.... okay?" Is all you can say, eyes locked on his receding form.

It takes you a moment, settling into your seat before you smile.

If, hypothetically speaking, you were the cause of his need to 'rub one out' as he'd so aptly put it, then it's quite possible that he may still be staring at the spot you were sitting in.

In the worst case scenario, maybe he wasn't looking, maybe running his hands all over your body wasn't the cause of his desire.

But in the best case...

It's what makes you step out from under the umbrella with a stretch. You don't dare look back in case he's watching, but you were now protected from the sun and a nice little stroll around the beach wouldn't be so bad.

The area is windy, and though the sun scorches the sand, the wind keeps you cool and comfortable.

You look out at the sea, standing as close to the house as possible, making sure there's no one passing by when you reach for the strings at the back of your suit.

One precise tug, and the front falls free, shedding your top piece and tossing it into the sand.

You think about Billy, somewhere on the ground floor looking out at you.

Maybe his hand had already pushed his pants and boxers down to a comfortable level, and he's fisting himself- his other hand hot on the cool glass as he looks down at you.

You reach for the strings on the bottom piece. Imagining him moaning your name, aching for a touch of what he had before as you let your bottoms fall to the sand.

Billy is transfixed.

You've never swam naked before, but you feel so free. If he's not looking, then no one is, and you get to take a dip in the cerulean ocean without any clothes on.

He'd glanced down at you earlier from his spot in the kitchen and seen a peek of your legs from under the umbrella.

His heart had hammered in his chest as he took some fruits down to you, unable to stop looking at your beautiful form.

When he'd picked out the suit, against your stylist's recommendations, he didn't think you'd put it on. He'd thought, just in case, maybe if you felt like it. He never expected to see it wrapped around you so soon.

And wrapped around you it was.

Jesus, it was mostly strings.

He could see the outline of your nipples, watched the way they hardened when a drop of cold condensation hit your chest.

God, he was starting to get uncomfortably hard.

At which point, he'd offered to rub sunscreen on your skin.

You were warm under his palms, your skin soft and beautiful.

He wanted to lick every inch his hands touched.

Your ass was sublime, and he was fighting the urge to spank you, watch the flesh shake under his force, the ways it would shake as he pounded into you from behind.

Your front was a torment too. The outline of your pussy against the fabric, trying not to let his eyes linger for too long in case you looked at him and saw him creeping.

Ambled back to the lounge area outside your bedrooms so that he could look at you from a safe distance away.

He wondered how visible his erection was. He left as soon as he could with an honest answer.

He was trying to give you space, to forgive him. He wanted to be forgiven so badly.

But you were a seductive vixen and he was only a man.

Pushing his pants just low enough, reaching into his boxers he pulls his cock out and begins stroking himself.

The windows are one way, he knows you wouldn't see him even if you looked back.

One hand against the glass, the other working his cock as he watches you stand and go for a small walk.

God, he could just bend you over, tug that little piece of fabric to the side and be inside you in seconds. You'd be so surprised, so tight, wait, he'd probably have to open you up first.

Laying you out on the beach chair, pulling the strings from your body, pushing your legs up to your chest and licking at your sweet cunt.

He moans, he's missed the taste, can hardly remember it.

You'd whimper so sweetly, maybe try to fight him off because you liked to play so much.

You'd beg him for more eventually-

Billy's brain short circuits when the top falls from your body, and then a few moments later he has an uninhibited view of your ass.

His hand hits the glass, he leans forward, his breath misting on the cool surface.

He begs you to turn around but you don't, gliding into the water and swimming a little. He gets a peek of your breasts as you float and he's on the brink of orgasm.

He'd fuck you in the water if you wanted, or kiss you on the sand instead, with your hands in his hair and his tongue in your mouth and your breasts in his hands and you'd whimper for him to be inside you and he'd take you back to his room and come so deep inside you that-

Billy grunts loudly as he comes, trying his best to catch his spend in his hands and not leave a drop behind. It seeps from his fist and he's forced to wipe it on his boxers. His forehead on the cool glass as he pants your name, the fog from his breath blurring his view of you.

It was like he was fifteen again, exploring himself for the first time and he couldn't get enough of it. Every little thing you did gave him a raging erection that would not go away until sated.

It's so messy, and he feels so vulnerable looking out at you craving you in a way he barely understands.

Like right now, he'd excused himself from dinner, after they'd worked so hard to prepare it, he wasn't hungry for food as he was for the taste of your skin in his mouth.

He had the flesh of his palm secured between his teeth- muffling his moans while he fucked his fist in the bathroom.

Why? You had only wanted to wear some of the prettier clothes in your closet. Showing up to dinner in a black sequined dress that glimmered when you moved, catching on the light, framing your skin.

It was torture. To have purged you from his life for two years, and then be thrust back into your presence. He was only human, he could only take so much.

You confidence was arousing. Your sarcasm was his undoing. Your smile was the heat searing his skin and in your eyes was his salvation.

He craved, like he'd never craved before.

But he wouldn't be the first to give in, he couldn't, not after the way he'd hurt you. So he'd settle for this, sneaking off at any available moment to wring pleasure from himself that you could probably wring from him with just a kiss.

The very reminder of your mouth had him coming in his hand.

"Are you alright?" You ask when he returns to the dinner table.

Like he was fifteen all over again.

He looks flushed, perhaps angry, but there's a calmness to him that wasn't there when he'd excused himself ten minutes ago.

"Yes, I- uh- yes. I'm good."

You blink at him, resuming your meal.

#The Agony of Desire #billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Midnight Adventures

Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY

A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month.

He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.

“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.

“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.

His feet barely making a sound, he entered the room Sam had pointed and glanced around. The only light streaming in was from the windows, and Steve could see your silhouette moving against one. You were muttering to yourself, stumbling over your own feet as you moved about. He let his gaze wander around the room before fixing it on you again.

You hadn’t realized he was there yet, too lost in your own world. Stepping closer, Steve stood directly behind you and turned his flashlight over you, clearing his throat. You screamed, turning around to look at Steve with a frantic and guilty look in your eyes. Steve opened his mouth to set you straight when he finally caught sight of what you were doing, and he stood there dumbfounded.

It seemed like you were stealing soil. One of the display cases was smashed open and you were transferring the grey soil in there into a glass container in your hand. You stilled, stopping midway in taking more soil as Steve stared at you in utter confusion.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, flabbergasted. You gulped, tentatively sealing your jar and putting it back inside the small bag on your back. You stood before him, guilty as small child caught sneaking cookies from the jar. Steve turned his head a little as distant sounds of feet reached his ears. The cops were here.

Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, his eyes narrowed at you. His arms went around your waist, tugging you right into his body as he silently maneuvered you both towards the exit door at the end, peeking out. Two armed cops were coming this way, the faint sounds of grunts telling him that Sam and Bucky had a few others engaged out in the hall.

“Hold on, and don’t scream.” He whispered in your ear and you nodded, holding him around his neck. He walked over to the window and looked down at the deserted street. Pressing your head into his chest, Steve took a deep breath and jumped out. The wind rushed through your hair and you muffled your scream into his shirt, nails digging in his flesh as he landed swift as a cat on the road.

Without wasting a second, he took you and jogged away, the dark not deterring his steps. You tried to keep up with his large strides, dread and thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. A minute later, a familiar black car pulled up before you, Sam grinning at you from behind the wheel.

“Oh honey, you are in trouble.” He smirked, letting you and Steve in the backseat. The police sirens faded away as you all drove back towards the Avengers compound, Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.

Steve dragged you back towards his room, ignoring his giggling friends behind. You ducked your head and followed him in silence. It was never a good idea to argue with him. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.

“What the hell have I told you about trying to escape?” He growled, body tight with tension. It had been a while since he’d been this pissed at you, and you shivered.

“I wasn’t escaping.” You said, nervously shifting on your feet. Steve came closer to you before tilting your chin you, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and hard, a promise of punishment rolling in them like waves in an ocean.

“Then what the hell were you doing in that museum? You ran away!”

You shook your head desperately, clutching his shirt in your hands. It had been months since you last tried to escape. You knew how futile it was to keep trying. You could never overpower Steve, not with Bucky and Sam always by his side. You’d made peace with your situation a while ago. Steve had snatched you, had kept you by force. And you accepted it as your life. You’d almost come to…enjoy it even.

“I promise you Steve, I didn’t run away.” You implored, looking deep into his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. Unless you did something really drastic, Steve rarely ever got angry with you these days. It was scary to have him so pissed again.

“What were you doing in that fucking museum?” He asked again. You bit your lip before pulling out the jar of soil from your bag, offering it to Steve. He looked at it and then your face, which curiously held embarrassment along with guilt there.

“I was stealing Lunar Soil.” You admitted, shaking the jar slightly so the fire particles in there shifted. Steve blinked at you before taking the jar and examining it, confused.

“Why?” He asked, putting it aside. You didn’t answer and he scowled, stepping closer and closer until he backed you into the wall and stared you down. Running a finger down the side of your face, he brought his lips to yours in a dangerously soft kiss, his other hand balanced beside your head. “You know I have ways to extract information from you. Would you rather I resort to them?”

You gulped, half in fear and half in anticipation. Steve’s punishments were as much a torture as they were pleasure. He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want. His body had a way of making you crave his touch, an intimate solace for whenever your mind turned to how helpless your situation really was.

“I – I wanted to –” You stuttered, suddenly shy and mortified. Steve hummed and urged you to go on, his hand gliding down your side to cup your ass. You slowly peered into his face, scrunching yours nose. “I wanted to use it to make moonscreen.”

Whatever he expected you to say, Steve did not expect it to be that. He raised a brow at you, silently asking you to elaborate and you flushed, pressing your face into his chest to hide from his screening gaze.

“Moonscreen, it’s like, you know, sunscreen but for werewolves.” You said at last. Steve’s hands stilled from kneading your ass, a sort of stunned silence between you both. And then he growled low in his chest. He pushed you away to face you, incredulously staring at you.

“Did you run away from my bed in the middle of the night to steal something for a mythical creature?”

You pouted, playing with the button on his shirt to avoid looking in his angry eyes. It was all Peter’s idea anyway, but he was too much of a wimp to steal the Lunar soil himself. It wasn’t fair how you were bearing the brunt of Steve’s anger alone.

“They are not.” You counted softly. “Werewolves exist.”

Steve gave a strangled groan before crashing his mouth on yours, digging his fingers in your soft flesh as he carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You moaned, kissing him back as he tore through your clothes like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, mouth leaving a trail of sinful fire as it moved from your shoulder to your chest.

Your hand went behind his head when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, back arching as you urged him to go faster. Wiggling, you untangled your pants from around your knees, wrapping your legs around Steve. He sat up and stripped quickly, covering your naked body with his again. There was a frenzy in his actions, an urgency to have you closer.

Quickly checking if you were wet enough, he entered you in one practiced thrust, tearing a cry from you. You whined, yours arms pulling him closer as he went in and out of you, roughly breathing with each stroke.

“You idiot girl!” He snapped, entwining your hands with his and pinning them beside your head. Sweat glittered on his hairline, his body rocking hard into you, sweet pleasure running down your spine and settling as heat in your womb. “You fucking dumb bitch!”

It seemed like he had a lot to say but just couldn’t. So, he showed you. He kissed you like he was sucking your very soul from your body, he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself. Panting, softly cursing, Steve took you hard and fast, eliciting mewls and cries from you that fell like music on his ears.

“Mine. You are mine!” He said, but more as a statement than anything else. “You don’t leave me ever again. Never.”

The coil in your gut tightened, Steve letting one of your hand go to bring his to your bud and flick it with expertise. His eyes were fixed on yours, holding your very being hostage with his power. In a moan that echoed off the walls, you succumbed to his will, shattering below him and falling limp, floating in a haze of glittering pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside you, his cum flooding you within and warming your core.

You panted, sweaty and sated, wearing his marks and covered in him. He rolled over, taking you with him so you rested above, your ear over his chest that thumped with his strong heartbeat. Crazily, you found peace. In the hailstorm of your fucked up life, Steve was the one you held you together. He was the one who pushed you down, and he was the one who caught you as you fell. Your sanity, your insanity.

“If I ever wake up to you gone again, I’ll shackle you to me. You get it?” He murmured, running a hand over your back. You nodded, shifting closer into the warmth of his body. He grunted in approval, pulling a sheet over you before he got up to bring a cloth to clean you.

Kneeling before your legs, wiping gently and softly tracing your folds, Steve murmured soft words of love and praise and apology. He kissed your abused hole, the inside of your bruised thighs, the mass of your belly and the softness of your breast. He kissed your eyes and your nose, reaching your mouth the last.

“What is my truth?” He asked, dressing you into soft pajamas and cradling you into his lap. You relaxed into his touch, head on his chest.

“That you love me, and you’ll never apologize for that.” You answered. In the most bizarre way, you did believe he loved you. And though his love wasn’t perfect or without pain, it was what got you through his darkness that confined you here by force.

“And what is your truth?” He asked, lips on the crown of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the beating of his heart that matched yours.

“That I am yours.” You said, sleep creeping over you in a beautiful embrace. Shifting you in his arms, Steve laid you down and spooned around you, hands covering your own. You wiggled, pressing your bum into Steve’s groin, and smiling at the catch in his breath.

You floated towards oblivion, a dream already encroaching over your consciousness when you sleepily called out to Steve. He hummed, squeezing your hands gently.

“Werewolves are real.” You muttered and before he could so much a snort out a laugh, you were snoring.

Steve smiled into the darkness, running his thumb over the back of your hand. The panic of your disappearance earlier was replaced by fondness, his heart full of love for you. No, he would never apologize for how he had taken you. Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him. That was your truth, both of yours.

#dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #soft!dark steve #soft!dark steve x reader #Steve Rogers

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years ago

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sunkissed || l.sk x reader

Summary: more like sunburned. on vacation with seokmin you lay out on the beach for a little too long, making for a very interesting night.

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sun was absolutely blinding and even though you were wearing sunglasses you couldn’t see anything. You knew your boyfriend was still stretched out in a lounge chair under the umbrella behind you, though, because you could hear him humming along to the music streaming from his phone, and that was all that mattered.

Last time you’d been able to see him he had been hiding a copy of his new Excalibur script behind a book and feigning reading. The two of you had agreed to a no work on vacation rule, and he’d been the first to break it, but you could tell he was just so excited about his new project that you let it slide.

It was your first vacation with Seokmin, and so far it had been wonderful. You’d checked in yesterday and done a little bit of the touristy thing, but today you were content to lie on the beach for hours with no intention of moving.

The sound of the crashing waves had lulled you to sleep a couple of times already, and you knew Seokmin would make fun of you for it later, but with the salty breeze and warm sand beneath you, you couldn’t help it.

The water was spotted with some swimmers and surfers, but the beach itself wasn’t very crowded. You and Seokmin had planned your trip so that you’d just miss the summer break rush so everything could be a little more peaceful.

You were pulled out of your half sleep when Seokmin’s humming stopped. You opened your eyes and tried to blink away the spots dancing at the edges of your vision when a weight dropped on top of you. You smirked as familiar lips planted a kiss to your cheek and tried to squirm away, but he had you pinned.

“Almost ready to go back up to the room, baby?” he murmured in your ear.

You nodded, and managed to twist your body underneath Seokmin to look up at him. Your eyes finally adjusted and you grinned lazily at the sight before you. His fair hair framed by the golden sunset behind him, brown eyes more dazzling than anything you’d ever seen, faint freckles starting to show on his cheeks from the sun. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t need to leave home to see such a beautiful view.

You hadn’t been keeping track of the time, but now that you saw the sun setting over the water you realized how long you and Seokmin had been sitting out there.

“Are you hungry? Let’s get something to eat, babe.”

“I could eat.”

“So could I,” he whispered breathily, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat.

You’d been teasing each other with the clichés all day: being a little more thorough than necessary with rubbing sunscreen on each other, you untying the back of your bikini to sunbathe, Seokmin running into the water for point two seconds just so you could see him soaking wet and admire the way the water glistened on his body. You were on vacation, and the hotel room was beautiful. It had tub on the balcony and a breathtaking view of the blue-roofed villas cascading down the cliffs as well as the water.

However, the bed had yet to be broken in, both of you had been exhausted after exploring Akrotiri and Pyrgos, but it was something you planned to remedy tonight.

You followed Seokmin up to the room where you both got ready for dinner at a restaurant a friend had recommended to you. You wore a short, white, linen dress and Seokmin wore a similar white button-up that he left the top buttons undone on, so that he could show off his tan.

Dinner was much like the afternoon. The details were blurry, but there was a lot of alcohol and a lot of back and forth. By sheer luck the host had seated you at a tiny booth in the back of the restaurant where you could still see the cliffs, but also sit smushed next to each other. Seokmin kept one hand on your knee throughout the meal, and if asked later, he would deny moving it any further, but you recounted the events very differently. At one point, your lips were moving in a whisper against his ear and the base of his neck and you swore Seokmin’s grip on your leg got so tight you thought you might lose circulation.

“You want dessert, baby?” he asked when the waiter approached your table with the shiny silver menus.

“I’m good,” you managed to say, slowly, but steadily. “You?”

“What I want isn’t on the menu,” he replied in the same tone, looking directly into your eyes, ignoring how the waiter in front of your table pursed his lips.

He’d probably heard that line a thousand times, especially working in a vacation spot like this. His eyes screamed ‘just fucking say you want to eat her out and go’ but for what it was worth, the line worked on you.

“So I’ll bring the check then?” he asked when neither of you addressed him.

“Oh, yes please. Thanks.”

After fumbling with the key and stumbling into the room, you were beyond ready to be fucked senseless when Seokmin slapped your ass cheekily, making you cry out in pain.

“Ow, Seok,” you bit out, putting your hand where his had just been.

His face contorted with concern. “I’m so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing your dress out over your body.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

He leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed, watching you with pain in his eyes. You knew how bad he felt about hurting you, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Usually, there was pain mixed with pleasure, but this time was different. You could still feel the sting on your skin. Hesitantly, you lifted the edge of your dress and saw the unmistakable tint of a sunburn all down the back of your legs, complete with a still fading mark of a handprint on your ass.

Seokmin gasped. “Y/n.”

“What the fuck?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he apologized again.

“Neither did I,” you groaned, squinting your eyes down at your body.

“You put on sunscreen didn’t you?” he asked and you had to bite your tongue before you snapped at him.

“Of course I did!”

“Did you reapply?”

“Yeah, once I think.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he was judging you. “Here, I think we have some aloe,” Seokmin said and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged moments later with the signature bottle of green gel in hand.

“Take your dress off, baby,” he instructed and carefully helped you lift your dress over your head, careful not to let the fabric touch your body.

With a sigh, you threw yourself on the bed on your stomach, only smiling when you heard Seokmin’s little chuckle from behind you. You felt the weight shift on the bed as he climbed up next to you, and sat cross legged beside you. He pushed some of the hair out of your face with a soft grin and popped the cap on the bottle of aloe.

You could tell he was trying his best not to come off as deflated, but you understood. You were disappointed too. You had been looking forward to getting good dick all day, and now every time you moved pain rippled through your body.

“This might be a bit cold,” Seokmin said as a disclaimer before rubbing the first bit of aloe onto your skin.

You sighed with relief as the gel instantly cooled your skin on impact. Seokmin was careful to rub it in gently, applying just enough so you wouldn’t be sticky later. He started with your calves and worked his way up, and you began to feel progressively better.

Once he reached your thighs you fought the urge to clench them together. You knew it wasn’t the time, but your body didn’t, and your boyfriend’s fingers on your inner thighs was basically code for it. All of the feelings from the beginning of the night came rushing back and his fingers were just so close to where you wanted them. You had to actively fight the urge to moan.

“Fuck, y/n,” he cleared his throat awkwardly as he continued to massage aloe onto your ass. “Are you, uh, wet?”

You only nodded in response, still not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Do you want me to...” he trailed off, but you got the idea.

“God yes,” you sighed out and let the tension evaporate from your body as you felt Seokmin’s fingers work their way back down to your thighs, right where they had been. He was just about to give you what you wanted when you stopped him. “Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist and he froze, afraid he had done something wrong. “Use your other hand,” you held up his right hand, covered with green goo for him to see. “I have a feeling aloe in my vagina won’t end well.”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss you. “Of course, whatever you want, baby.”

He started his ministrations again, continuing to rub aloe on your body with his right hand while he began to work two fingers inside of you. You moaned out, louder than expected at the combined relief from the gel and the pleasure from his fingers inside you.

“Feel good?”

“So good, Seok, baby,” you breathed.

“Let me hear you,” he encouraged, inserting another finger. You gasped in response and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so good for me,” Seokmin praised eliciting another moan from you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, teetering on the edge, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Seokmin,” you pleaded and looked back at him, catching him licking his lips, eyes filled with lust in the dim lighting, making you swear. “Fuck, Seok, please.”

“Hm?” he asked, ripping his attention from between your legs and meeting your eyes.

“Fuck, I need more,” you gasped. “I need you.”

“Don’t worry, angel,” he said in a raspy voice with a glint in his eye and a smirk pulling at his lips, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

i didn’t go too in depth about what he sunburn looks like on the reader because…well, it’s different for everyone. like it’s a fucking tossup whether I’ll get sunburned or not because i’m hapa lol anyway lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

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macnevercries · 4 years ago

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Seashells and Sunset (Bakugou x F! Reader)

Warnings- public sex, oral (reviving), degradation, praise, established relationship, cursing?

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“You ready yet? I’ve been waiting for an hour”

Bakugou’s scowl turns to a small smile when you walk out of the bathroom, a bright smile on your face.

“Yes I’m ready, I just wanna look good for you baby”

He scoffs at your words “You always look good”

Although he might not see it, his words mean a lot. He pokes you in the ribs when a blush spreads across your face. Pulling you into his chest he plants a kiss on your exposed collar, the sundress you wear giving him all the room he needs to leave marks.

“Katsuki! Stop I don’t want to wear a cardigan, I don’t need a hickey today.”

“Oh but then people won’t know who you belong to sweetheart” he growls his words into your neck, a smirk visible in his voice. You spin away from him, escaping his grasp before he can do anything. You grab your beach bag and lock the door, heading out to the car.

Bakugou, always the gentleman, opens your door for you. You toss him the keys as he walks around the car and gets in. Despite not wanting to, you have to admit he’s a responsible driver. One of the best you’ve ever seen. And he manages to do it all with his large hand splayed across your thigh.

You used to lean your legs towards the door, but throughout the time you’ve been with your boyfriend you learned to do as he asked. Now whenever you get in the car, your legs are always tilted as close to him as you can. He chuckles whenever you do it without thinking, he’s trained you so well.

You pull up to the secluded beach, although his schedule was busy with work most of the time, being a hero had its perks. The exclusive pro-hero beach had silky white sand that never got too warm, clear water and almost no people. The perfect place for a weekend date. When you get out of the car Bakugou takes everything in his hands, saving your pretty little arms the work. He doesn’t struggle to carry it all but he does occasionally grunt, sending a shiver down your spine.

You lay down on your shared blanket, balancing on your hands and tilting up your face to bask in the gracious rays of sun.

“Get up dumbass, no tanning before sunscreen or you’ll burn”

You frown but strip your sundress, fumbling to get it over your head. Bakugou does his best to keep his jaw up when he sees your new swimsuit. Despite having seen your body many many times his breath is always taken away by your beauty. How could an asshole like him get such a gorgeous and kind girlfriend? It’s something he asks himself everyday.

You lay on the blanket, stomach down, ass up. He tries to tear his crimson eyes away from the exposed flesh. The way your thighs splay across the ground is causing his brain to malfunction.

“You’re staring” you state your words without looking up. He startled for a second, snapping out of his daze. Growling under his breath, how it was your fault he was staring, he grabs the sunscreen. Squeezing it into his palm, his calloused fingers massage the lotion into your pliable skin. His touch is magical, you melt into it and lean into his hands. He spends extra time covering your ass, leaving a few love pinches and slaps on it as he goes.

You flip onto your back for him to do the other side. Your arm blocks the sun from your eyes and while the sky turns a deep orange you wonder if this is even necessary. As he rubs your skin, he worships your body internally. The things you do for him, the things he wants to do to you.

He fingers travel below your bottoms, just at the hips to ‘cover you completely’. That changes quickly when he pushes your knees apart, propping his elbows between them and his face eye-level with your pussy.

Your head snaps up when he drags a thick finger over your clothed folds. Your eyes wide, the innocence portrayed in them creating a vast difference from the slick drooling from your cunt.

“Bakugou, we’re in public, stop messing around.” You whisper yell, looking around the beach to make sure no one was looking.

He kisses your thigh, a deviant look in his eyes. “No one is here baby, the sun in down and the beach is private. Plus, you’re already so wet, I know you want this.”

You look at him skeptically before laying your head back down. There was no way you could tell him no, he always manages to get his way. He grins at your compliance, pulling your swim bottoms to the side and groaning at the sight. You hadn’t gotten in the water but you were dripping.

He licks his lips, diving straight in. His kisses to your lower half are hungry and harsh, Teeth graze your clit, causing your hips to jump at his face. His laugh sends vibrations through your core, making your thighs tremble. He links his arms around your hips to pull you closer. He’s infatuated with you, the smell, the taste, the small sounds escaping your parted lips, the heaven of your chest, everything. Your hands dash to grip his head, pulling his spiked hair as he speeds up, going harder. He craves your orgasm, the pride swells in his chest while blood swells in his cock as you shake, trying to keep your reactions to a minimum in case anybody walked by and heard. Your hands release his hair from the vice grip you had, quivering as you pull him up towards you.

The fact that you come that hard just from his tongue says a lot. Bakugou has your body mapped out and he’s in the mood for traveling. His chin glistens when he meets your gaze and kisses you, the taste of you on his tongue. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. After all, he was so good to you.

There’s a tent in his swimshorts, one that’s poking your thigh in a not-so-inconspicuous way. You giggle at his attempt to ask for help, reaching down to cup him through the thin fabric. He moans and ruts into your hand, the sensitivity of his body and need coursing through his veins.

You really did love when he got like this, a little bit needy, an occasional whine escaping him. You almost never got to be in control so the few moments that he let himself go were special.

You pull down the shorts, freeing the painful looking erection. He’s rock hard, pre oozing from the red tip. All this just from going down on you? You would tease him but you were afraid the moment would end, washing away with the soft crashing of the waves.

When you thumb his slit, spreading the bead of white that gathered he snaps back to reality, snarling and pushing you down onto the blanket, the sand comfortable beneath it.

“You thought you had control slut? Just wait until I’m down with you” he laughs darkly, a faint blush of embarrassment graces his cheeks from the realization that he let himself go for a second.

He gets on his knees in front of you and pulls your hips towards his, earning a surprised squeal that makes his dick throb. He slides the tip through your folds, mixing your excitement with his own. He lines himself up with your leaking entrance, slowly pushing the head past the tight ring of muscle. You groan in unison, wiggling your hips for more.

“Dirty little slut can’t wait huh? Fine then”

Before he can even finish his sentence he thrusts the rest of his length inside you. You gasp, squeezing around him at the burning pleasure. He curses under his breath, so tight.

Barely giving you time to adjust, he starts at a quick pace, only going faster when you give him drawn out mewls and moans. He needs more, there could never be enough of you.

He pushes up your swim top, squeezing your breasts roughly and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He leans down to bite them, soothing the sudden pain with warm kisses and soft licks. Sex with Bakugou was a heat flash, everything was so hot, too hot. Sudden changes between gentle and hard giving you whiplash. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pistons into you faster as he pulls away from your tits, satisfied with the number of marks he’s left. His grip on your hips is bruising, but it’s all made up for the each drag of his cock against your velvet walls. You can feel every vein, every ridge and the spots where his girth is wider than the rest. The slight upward curve hits your g-spot, stars dancing behind your eyelids. Your bodies fit perfectly together, no man had ever pleased you like he had and he knows it.

Your hands grip onto anything you can, nails dragging down his tan muscled shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him. He feels you clench around him, making him go impossibly quicker, drawing out your orgasm. He follows quickly, pulling out and giving his length a few desperate pumps before coming on your chest. Coming down from your high, you mumble a complaint about the stain on your new swimsuit. He shuts you up with a kiss, saying something about getting you a new one.

He gets up and pulls his shorts back on, grabbing another blanket to cover the two of you as you watch the rest of the sun go below the skyline, the full moon’s reflection on the ocean the only light. He shakes his head and you can’t help but be mesmerized by his beauty.

His tousled blonde locks move with his head, shaking out the sand and the shape of your grip. Even with your hand print out of his hair, the scratches down his back will take a while to fade away.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years ago

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Vacation (Belphie x GN!Reader) Slight NSFW

(Did I go extra hard on the beach fic? Yes. Yes I did. Are my posting hours absolutely horrid... also yes. It's 3:30AM and I finally finished this fic though! YAY! I also did not read through this before I posted. I'll read it when I wake up to check for mistakes. I need a nap.)

Word Count : 5.1K

You loved the beach, everything about it was so relaxing. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, the smell of saltwater that was carried to your nose with the ocean’s breeze. The only thing that made being there right now better was the fact that Belphie was there with you. You loved Belphie, everything about him screamed perfection, even though he disagreed most of the time you said he was. His disregard for most of humanity aside from yourself, his constant scowl which he probably thought was menacing and scary but you just found it adorable.

It was shocking at first that he actually agreed to go with you, and you thought for sure that he’d want to stay home and just sleep while, but, much to your surprise, he jumped at the opportunity to go to the beach with you. He even said that it would be fun, which… well he wasn’t wrong… but hearing him say something like that… even if it was mumbled, it was kind of shocking.

“You got a room… in a hotel… that’s on the beach… with a balcony that overlooks the beach?” Belphie said, looking around the room as the two of you walked in. As soon as the door was shut, you dropped your bags to the floor and ran to the balcony doors, throwing them open and running out to lean over the railing with Belphie following close behind and quickly wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t do that. You could have flipped over the edge… dork.”

You could only laugh at his worry, but then again, according to him you were fragile, and humans were inherently clumsy most of the time, so you didn’t really blame him for thinking that you’d accidentally lean too far over and do a front flip over the railing… but it was still kind of funny. “I’m not going to fall over the edge, Belph. I’ve done this a lot. And…” You turned in his arms so you could wrap your own around his waist. “Yes, a balcony with an ocean view. The weather said there would be a thunderstorm this week, and I’m hoping they’re right. I love watching the lightning hit the water… the thunder is so loud. It’s amazing.” He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand and dragged you back into the room, not wanting to leave you on the balcony unattended any longer.

“The storm better not hit until the last day. I want to go surfing.” He said as he grabbed his own bag off the floor and moved it onto the bed, quickly pulling out his bathing suit. You were stuck on the whole surfing thing though because… well… it doesn’t need to be explained. It’s just fucking hot. He snapped his fingers to get your attention after you hadn’t responded, rolling his eyes when you blinked a few times and focused back on him. “You alright? You zoned out for a second there.”

“Mhm… I’m good.” You whispered shyly, dragging your own bags away from the door so you could pull out your own bathing suit. “It’s a good time to go down… everyone is clearing out for the day and the sun isn’t going to be beating as hard.” You weren’t really sure if he was listening, you could still hear him rummaging through his own bag as you talked. You were mainly talking to yourself though, looking up out the balcony doors and watching as the umbrellas on the beach slowly dwindled as everyone started heading back to their own hotels.

“You still need sunscreen.” It actually sounded like he was scolding you, and it wouldn’t be the first time he called your ass out for not wearing it. “I’m not having you get burnt on our first day here. You’ll spend the rest of the vacation in pain, and then I’ll have to hold back from saying I told you so because you won’t be in the mood to hear it. Plus…” He tossed the sunscreen onto the bed that was closest to you before squatting down behind you, trailing his fingers along your neck and down your shoulders. “If you got burnt… you wouldn’t enjoy me touching you as much…”

God damn if he wasn’t right, and you hated that he was right. “Hmph… fine.” You groaned, and honestly, you just hated the way the sunscreen felt. It made your arms stick to your sides and you just felt… sticky… and you could never get it off your hands after putting it on. It was a pain in the ass… but he was right, and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything if you got burnt, and you definitely weren’t going to spend an entire week in a nice ass hotel with an ocean view and not at least cuddle with him. “You’re putting it on me though.”

“I never said I wouldn’t.” He said it teasingly, kissing your neck before standing back up. “Go change. The waves look pretty good right now, I want to get down there.” He had already started pulling his shirt off and unbuttoning his shorts as you got up off the floor. It was one thing for him to change in front of the balcony doors, he didn’t really care if anyone saw him naked… But he didn’t want anyone else to see you that way. Only he could, and if someone did happen to see you that way, he’d have to kill them and then it would ruin the vacation and neither of you wanted that.

Of course he held your hand on the way down the beach. He wasn’t going to let anyone else look at you, and even if they did, they’d see that your hand was in his and you were his, so they better just fuck right off with their thoughts and their intentions because it isn’t going to happen and you aren’t going to do the things that they are thinking with anyone but him.

“I hate walking in the sand with flip flops…” You mumbled as your feet sunk into the sand with every step, struggling to take steps because the sand kept basically absorbing your flip flop which is the most annoying shit.

“You could always go barefoot.” He said, as if you didn’t already know that… but also walking barefoot on the beach after the sun had been beating on it for hours wasn’t the most pleasant experience either.

“I’d rather not burn my feet… How close do you want to get to the water anyway? I usually stay close to the top so I don’t have to be around all the people.” Which was the truth. You hated being surrounded by other beach goers, and most of them smelt an awful lot like spray tan or beer or both. The ocean breeze would miraculously always start up whenever they were spraying their spray tans on and it would get in your eyes or your mouth, and you’d just rather not be anywhere near them. Plus… who puts on spray tan at the beach? Just lay in the sun. It’s easier and looks more real because it is real. Ugh… people.

“Close enough that I can still see you from the ocean. Right here should be good…” He stopped right at the middle of where the line of umbrellas started and where there was nobody. It was like an invisible line in the sand, and Belphie decided that he wanted his spot to be on both sides of it. He stuck the umbrella into the sand to mark the spot and you finally let yourself sit down before even putting down the towel. You were tired. Walking through the sand is a workout. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’re forgetting something.” He practically cooed the last part to you, and you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you wished that he had forgotten.

He started digging through the bag that you had loaded with drinks and snacks because the beach experience isn’t complete unless you’ve tried to eat a sandwich while a multitude of seagulls stand at the edge of your towel and squawk at you to feed them. (But you don’t because it��s not healthy for them. Please don’t feed the seagulls your food.) “I don’t need sunscreen. I’m just gonna be sitting under the umbrella the whole time.” He hummed softly, knowing that you were wrong. Who goes to the beach and sits under the umbrella the whole time? You knew that you weren’t going to, but damn… you really hated the feeling of sunscreen. It makes you cringe. Why is it so sticky????

You laid out the towel and decided that it would be pointless to even try to argue against him. He was right in the hotel room about the sunburn, and it wouldn’t be as bad if he was the one rubbing it on you. “I’m sure a little sunscreen is better than a sunburn…” He said as he squirted it onto his hands. “Lay down, I said I’d put it on you.” You quickly obliged, laying on your stomach and resting your head on your arms as he rubbed it together between his hands before placing them on your shoulders. The feeling sent a shiver through you, and you weren’t sure whether it was just because the sunscreen was cold or if it was his touch that made your body respond that way. “You’re cute… relax babe… this isn’t the first time I’ve touched you.” He teased as his hands made their way down your back, squeezing your sides lightly before rubbing slowly over your entire back and then working down to your legs. Luckily your face was hidden in your arms so he couldn’t see your blushing. His touch was doing things to you that you knew you couldn’t act upon on the beach so it would probably be a while before you got up anyway. “Alright, roll over.” He didn’t really wait for you to roll over, taking it upon himself to do it and then smiling smugly when he saw the flustered look on your face.

“I think I’m just gonna…. Stay here for a little bit… while you go out and…” He had already started running his hands over your chest which had made your sentence get cut short. It would be too noticeable that he was making you flustered if you just covered your face now, so you tried to keep calm as his hands continued to work. You let out a gasp as his thumbs accidentally flicked over your nipples, a quiet hum escaping him as he watched them perk up. “Belphie…” You whined, but he only laughed in response, moving his hands lower until they were at your hips. Your eyes grew wider, and he knew exactly why, and for a second you thought he’d just tease you more, but he knew that if he did that you’d just be begging him to take you back to the room and those activities were for later.

He had finally finished, and part of you wished that he hadn’t because obviously you loved having his hands on you like that, but also you were in public and it couldn’t go any further than that either. “So do you want to go down there with me or do you need a minute?” He joked as he got up, grabbing his surfboard and holding it under his arm. “Would you rather me stay up here wi-”

“You can go! I just… Just need a second.” Your voice cracked as you said it, further accentuating just how flustered he had made you. You ran your hands over your face and sighed, to which he laughed at. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” You grumbled. You were now thoroughly turned on, it was hot out, you were covered in sunscreen, and he looked really good standing above you like that.

“It actually is really funny. I’ll meet you down there… oh wait… hold up…” He leaned over, booping your nose with his pointer finger which still had sunscreen on it. You wrinkled your nose at him, sticking your tongue out before rolling over onto your stomach. “Aww, you’ll thank me for it later when your nose is sunburn free and not peeling.” He started walking off, that much you could tell as the sun that he had been blocking finally hit your back.

It didn’t take too long for you to gain back your composure. Now that he was off walking down to the ocean, you could actually focus on calming down and relaxing in the sun that was practically baking you because the umbrella wasn’t blocking out anything now that the sun was setting. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the warmth of the sun against your skin had you close to dozing off, but you wanted to see him, you wanted to watch him, so you fought off the urge to fall asleep and pushed yourself up off the towel and started heading down.

The beach had almost completely cleared out aside from the few people who, much like yourself and Belphie, wanted to enjoy it without the screaming children who’d run through the sand and kick it back onto the towels and bodies of unsuspecting people. It was a lot calmer during the evening, and Belphie had a lot of room to do what he wanted to do. Not a lot of people here actually surfed, it was mainly people boogie boarding close to the shore line and riding the smallest waves inland. You on the other hand, you didn’t use a board at all, instead wading out into the deepest part of the ocean until your feet could barely touch the floor, and then when a wave came, you’d jump and ride that shit up to the shore… or get knocked out completely and wash up on the shore looking like you’ve just seen death itself. Either way it’s a blast, and boards held no appeal to you… BUT…

Belphie on the board was a completely different story though. There was something about… him in general that made you so fascinated. Your eyes were basically glued to him, watching intently as he got onto his board and started paddling out deeper. You saw the wave that he was going for, it was forming further back, almost on the horizon line and you knew that it would be huge, which is exactly what he was going for. Go big or go home was always his thing, whether it was with food, pranks against his brothers, and with this as well…clearly. Were you worried, even though you knew that as a demon, he couldn’t actually get severely hurt? Absolutely. He’d probably laugh at you later for worrying, but you also cared about him a lot, so could he blame you? Absolutely not.

You watched as the wave drew closer, and for a second you were beyond worried that it would just crush him since he was sitting there just wading in the water, but as it started closing in, he began paddling again, his board rising with the crest of the wave until he reached the top and stood up. Now, it’s not that you had never seen people surfing before, it’s just that everyone else was boring and you didn’t like them and they weren’t interesting, and they were just… people. Belphie was different. This was your demon and here he was absolutely fucking ripping it, and not only was was he doing it flawlessly, but he looked so fucking good doing it. You wanted to cheer for him, but you also didn’t want to throw him off or anything, so you let out a quiet “yay” as you continued watching. The wave crashed down and broke around him, pushing him closer to you and for a second you thought that he’d ride it all the way up to you, but then he saw you. He pointed at you, the typical finger guns, and then promptly decided to purposely fall back off his board, which made you gasp because like… what the fuck man? Why?

BUT ALSO GOD DAMN. When he reemerged from under the water, he looked fucking…. Hot. And not like, “oh shit it’s summertime and the sun is making things hot” kind of hot… no, it was “holy hell I need to get this man back into the hotel room before I fuck him right here on the beach” type hot, which is still an understatement because there is no way to actually capture the essence of how absolutely hot he is through words. He’s just fucking… hot. He quickly pushed back his hair which was soaked and hanging in his face, and now it was slicked back, which wasn’t a look that you’d usually go for, but on him, again… HOT.

Were you aware that you had been holding your breath as he walked up to you? Nope. But as soon as he reached you, you exhaled sharply and gave him a sheepish smile. “That was… you did… it was great…” You couldn’t think straight and you couldn’t form coherent sentences, and the way you were acting had that smug little smile returning to his face. He knew damn well the way you were feeling, the way he made you feel. He didn’t have to wait for you to fall asleep and see your dreams to know what you were thinking either. But he wasn’t going to let you have it that easily either, he was going to tease you and drag it out as long as he possibly could.

“Come on…” He grabbed your hand, pulling you out into the water which was freezing. It was so cold, your entire body kind of froze up as soon as it reached your mid calves. “It’ll be more cold if you try to slowly get used to it. Just dunk yourself under real quick.” He stopped pulling you long enough to watch you, and what he was suggesting was quite possibly the number one thing you didn’t want to do right now. “I can do it for you if you won’t do it yourself.” He coaxed, stepping a little closer to you. He was serious too, he’d dunk you, whether you were holding your nose or not.

“I-I got it… I can do it…” You mumbled, slowly lowering yourself and then shooting back up when the water reached an area that had been dry before. You could almost see the timer in his head ticking down to the moment where he’d just take over and sweep you off your feet in the most unromantic way just to get you used to the water faster. “Don’t look at me while I… You’re making me nervous!” It was a good excuse. He scoffed and turned away from you, humming the jeopardy song which only made you feel more rushed. “Shush! I’m doing it… I just need a second.”

“You’ve had many seconds. It’s gonna be dark soon.” He joked, tapping his fingers along the water as he started humming louder. You groaned loudly before taking a deep breath, holding your nose, and dropping under the water. And, not surprisingly, it was fucking freezing, and when you quickly pushed yourself back up, the breeze that had really picked up didn’t help… like at all. “There you go. It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No… it was worse.” He snorted softly, shaking his head. You couldn’t understand how he wasn’t fazed by it. Whenever he was in bed he’d complain about it being too cold when he was too lazy to reach down and grab his blankets… but swimming in an ice cube tray apparently doesn’t affect him. It made absolutely no sense, but… he looked happy, and he was having fun, and as numb as your body felt from the water, seeing him this way made you feel warm, at least in your heart, where it was important. “So why am I actually in the water right now?” You would have been perfectly fine staying just above where the waves broke, but he must have had something in mind.

“We’re tandem surfing.” He drummed his hands lightly on the board as he looked excitedly over at you as if you knew what that meant. He could see the confusion on your face though, and he sighed softly, pulling you closer to himself and the board. “You’re gonna be on the board with me.” That… sounded like a trainwreck waiting to happen. It would not go well, you knew that much. You wouldn’t be able to even sit on the board without wobbling, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be able to stand on it. “You’ll be fine.” He could see how put off by the idea of it you were. No amount of his arms wrapped around you would make flipping off a surfboard in the middle of a wave worth it.

“Mmmm… Nope… that’s not gonna… Nuh uh….” You were shaking your head quickly, trying to keep your footing even when you were flat on the ground as the waves crashed around you. They were strong, as was the current that was pulling you deeper into the ocean without you even realizing it. “I can just go stand back up there… I’ll watch you. That sounds like a good idea.” You nodded to yourself, turning to start walking away, but his arm was around your waist, holding you close against him and keeping you from walking away.

“I’m not gonna let you fall off. We’re not going far out… and we’re both sitting the whole time.” He murmured against your neck, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Plus… It’s cold out there… and I want to do this with you.” He made you so weak, it wasn’t fair at all. His fingers brushed lightly across your hip as his lips lingered against your skin. He was waiting for an answer, but he already knew what it would be, he just wanted to hear you say it, and he was having way too much fun teasing you like this. “Fine… just… hold it still.” His hand quickly moved away from your waist and he was wearing the biggest smile as he held the board in place as best he could. The waves crashing around it were the biggest issue, and every time you were about to jump up onto it, another wave would push it against you and make you stumble back. “Belphie… It’s not gonna work.” You whined, your head falling back as you sighed loudly.

“I’m holding it as still as I can, you just need to get on. I’ll tell you when, so the waves won’t knock you off.” He was being really persistent with it, which, in it’s own way, was kind of cute. Either he really wanted you on the board with him, or he really wanted to see you fall off. Sure, he liked you, but even you knew there was something… comical… about watching someone fall off a board… especially if they were just sitting. That’s even funnier. “If you do it… we can go right back to the hotel after we’re done… I know you want to do that.” He’s god damn right you want to do that. Not just for… reasons, but the thought of warm dry clothes and being under a blanket and cuddling with him sounded so amazing right now.

It was motivation enough for you to try again, timing your jump before the next wave came and then gripping onto the board like your life depended on it, because you really thought that it did, once you were on. “Okay…. Now what?” Your voice was kind of shaky, and really, you thought you should be rewarded with the hotel just for getting on the board alone. The waves were rocking you, and you felt like you were going to tip at any moment if Belphie let go, and you were really hoping that he wouldn’t, but when you turned to look at him, he was already behind you, getting ready to jump on the board. “Sh-Shouldn’t I be in the back…?” It was a pretty bad time to realize it considering you were already on it, but you still had time to jump off and switch positions.

“Oh… No. If you’re in the back, you’ll just hide your face in my back as soon as the wave starts pushing us, and that’s the best part.” He climbed onto the back of the board, scooting as close to you as possible. “Now hold on, okay? I’m gonna get us a little further out.” Your head whipped around to look at him, your eyes going wide. You were pretty sure he just said that you wouldn’t go out far, but now he’s saying he’s gotta get out further? He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as if he knew what you were thinking. “Not as far as I went. Just far enough to actually have a wave. The swells aren’t going to do much except rock us around a little bit.” He was already paddling out and your hold on the board turned into a death grip.

Once he felt like it was far enough out, he turned the board around, and that’s when you realized just how far you actually were. “I’m gonna die…” You whispered, which only made him laugh more, leaning in to kiss along your shoulder. “That’s not gonna make me feel better.” Your nails were practically digging into the board and your knuckles hurt from how tight you were holding it, but you didn’t really care, you just didn’t want to fall off.

“Oh, the waves coming! Hold on.” As if you weren’t already doing that, and you couldn’t possibly hold on any tighter than you already were. The wave began pushing you up, and you didn’t, not even for a second, enjoy the sensation of it. “Keep your eyes open.” His arms were wrapped tightly around you, and even with his urging, your eyes were shut as tight as possible, already prepared for when you’d fall off. You didn’t want salt water in your eyes, it burned, it hurt, and you were like 99.5% sure that you’d be falling off at some point.

His arms stayed wrapped around you, as tight as possible, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall off the board and you were beyond thankful for that. In a strange way, it didn’t last that long, but at the same time it felt like you were riding the wave forever. You had opened your eyes once, but the sight of the beach growing closer and closer to you was terrifying and you didn’t like it. “Is it done?” You quietly asked, not wanting to open your eyes yet, but you also felt like you’ve slowed down and you could feel the rocking of the waves beneath you again.

“Yes, it’s done. Your eyes were shut the entire time, weren’t they?” He joked, squeezing your hips which made you squirm and fall off the board anyway. His laughter was so loud you could hear it from under the water, and you quickly pushed your feet up against the edge of the board to try to tip him off as well, which didn’t actually work. You got back up, wiping the water from your eyes and glaring at him, still sitting on the board and smiling down at you. “You thought you’d be able to tip me over… that’s cute. You’re cute. Come, we’ll go back now. We can both take a nap before dinner.”

The sand had finally cooled off now that the sun had practically set behind the horizon line, lighting the waves up in pretty pink, orange, and blue hues. If you weren’t so cold, you’d have loved to stay on the beach and watch the sun continue to go down with Belphie right beside you. That could be done another night though, and you were aching to get back inside and take a shower to get the sand off of you, and then just relax in bed.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first.” You called out as you swiped the card to get into the room, rushing ahead of him to drop your beach bag on the floor and run straight into the bathroom. The sand was sticking to you, not just from being in the water, but also the damned sunscreen. It was itchy and it was everywhere, and you wanted to get it off of you as quickly as you could.

“You don’t have to call dibs, I could just get in there with you.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it made you pause for a second. He wasn’t wrong, and it’s not that you’d mind him getting in with you, so you weren’t going to say no. He walked in just as you were getting into the shower, and no matter how many times he had seen you that way, you still got really shy, which he would constantly say is adorable, but it just made you flustered and even more shy than you already were. “Did you have fun?” His voice was soft now, and you could hear that he was becoming tired. You were sure that he’d end up falling asleep on the beach after being in the ocean, it was enough to even knock you out most of the time, but he held onto enough energy to get up into the room.

“Mmhm… I liked watching you more though…” You heard him hum quietly behind you, his hands roaming over your body as he helped get some of the off. You could have done it yourself, but he did it so much better. “Did you have fun?” It sounded like he had fun, and it definitely looked like he had fun. He was laughing and smiling the whole time which was enough for you. His happiness made you happy, as cringy and dorky as that may sound… which is why you never told him that. He’d call you a dork and laugh it off which would just make you flustered and feel silly.

“Mmhm… I have one more thing to do though.” You were confused because you were pretty sure he was talking about dinner and that was supposed to come after the nap. He finished rinsing the sand and soap off you and himself before turning off the shower and stepping out. He didn’t bother with towels, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom and pushing you down on the bed, situating himself between your legs and smiling up at you. “I teased you enough on the beach… I think I should finish what I started.”

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y0itsbri · 3 years ago

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shameless summer series - lifeguard au 🥽🩲🌊

debbie has her eye on the new lifeguard at the public pool. unlucky for her, said lifeguard already has his eye set on a different red-headed gallagher.

(think like s2 era)

also happy a.u.gust! @gallavichthings

words: 1.7k

"Debs, why do I gotta take you to the pool again this week? I thought you already fixed whatever was the problem with that blonde bitch," Ian whined, shoveling cereal into his mouth. Two tubes of sunscreen sat on the table in front of him.

"It's not about her anymore." Debbie retorted, like it was the simplest thing.

"Okay. Then what is it about?"

"Nothing!"

"Ask her boyfriend." Carl yelled over his video game in the living room, taking any opportunity to embarrass his sister.

Ian and Debbie's voices overlapped with a "Boyfriend?!" and "He's not my boyfriend-- Carl I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Debbie tossed a fork at Carl's head.

"Oh, now I'm definitely in," Ian laughed and winced before Debbie could throw a fork his direction.

The walk to the pool was relatively quiet aside from the rhythmic smacking of their sandals against the gravely pavement.

Debbie leapt a few strides, trying to outrun her shadow and failing each time. Ian chuckled, pulling the towel around his neck and swinging his keychain with the other hand.

Now that it was just the two of them, he tried again.

"Soooo," he drawled. "What's with this secret boyfriend?"

Debbie sighed. "He's not my boyfriend. Well, not yet."

"Hmm?"

"He's one of the new lifeguards since Justin got attacked by that dog last week."

Justin still owed Lip a beating for something or other so Ian was glad he didn't have to deal with Justin today, at least.

"You think this new lifeguard is a little too old for you?" Ian wondered.

Debbie shrugged. "Not like it matters much."

Ian couldn't argue with that logic. "I'll kick his ass if he bothers you, yeah?"

"Please. He doesn't even look at me. Even when I was fake-drowning." She skipped down the sidewalk, nearing the pool entrance.

Ian shook his head. His sister was something else.

After they set their towels down, Ian's eyes scoured the lifeguard chairs immediately. Too-tan-Toni, shrimp-speedo-Sam, and holy-fucking-shit. Was that Mickey Milkovich?

Ian hadn't let himself think about Mickey since he left town. But it was hard not to now that he was right in front of him again. Shit.

Mickey spread out across his chair, sunglasses low on his nose, watching the newcomers and he smirked before glancing back towards the pool. He blew his whistle and yelled at some kid to 'slow the fuck down unless you wanna bust your ass -- and I ain't fixing you up!'

Ian was brought back to the moment by Debbie's hands waving in front of his face. "Helloooo, earth to Ian! Sunscreen?"

Ian could've sworn he heard a chuckle coming from the direction of the lifeguard chair as he dug the sunscreen out of his shorts pockets. No. He was just being paranoid. His cheeks blushed regardless.

"Is that...?" Ian nodded his head towards the raven-haired man.

"Shhh!" Debbie slapped him on the arm. "Don't make it obvious!"

Ian rolled his eyes at her ridiculousness.

He covered Debbie's back and shoulders in the high resistance sunscreen before she took off towards the side of the pool with the diving board, eager to show off her skills.

He yelled after her. "Wait, fuck, Debs you forgot..." He glanced around.

His eyes definitely locked with Mickey's now.

Fuck.

Mickey hopped off his chair, waving his hand to dismiss his crowd of moon-eyed preteen girls and middle-aged women in scandalous bikinis. Ian would have shuddered at the thought if Mickey wasn't making a bee-line directly towards him.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuck.

"'Sup, man? Been awhile..." He smirked. "Raggedy Ann run out on ya?" Mickey bowed his leg out on his final step towards Ian, a little closer than he expected.

"Uhhh...." Real smooth, Ian. His words were bound to fail him again with the man in such close proximity to him, so he simply held up his bottle of sunscreen and shrugged.

"Toss it here," Mickey coolly demanded.

Ian was thoroughly confused, but threw it anyways. "What?"

"You heard me, Red. Turn around, I'll get your back."

"Protecting and serving the local ginger kids at the pool?" Ian joked weakly, finding his voice again.

Mickey huffed a breath. "Fuck the pigs. The only thing I'm protecting is your ass from a sunburn."

Ian was still confused as to why Mickey was offering to rub his back at a very public pool when he would have literally beaten his ass for looking his direction before.

All of Ian's thoughts subsided as he felt sturdy hands push the warming liquid around his shoulder blades, up his neck, then down his spine. Mickey's thumb digging deep into his muscles. He suppressed his urge to shiver despite the rising temperatures of the hot Chicago summer.

At least he thought he had suppressed it. A huff of air on the back of his neck said otherwise.

Mickey started pulling his hands away and Ian leaned back into them again. Mickey whacked the side of his head before tossing the bottle of sunscreen onto the chair in front of them.

"No free massages, man. Just sunscreen." Mickey licked the corner of his mouth and looked from the ground up to Ian's eyes.

He had to know how devious he looked. Ian didn't want to be presumptuous, but he just held eye contact.

"Unless," Mickey veered, slowly backing away, "the favor was returned in one way or another." He winked.

Ian stood, mouth agape as Mickey turned and waved again to the group of girls who still hadn't taken their eyes off of him. He hopped up onto his chair, whistle in mouth in no time like nothing had ever happened.

What the fuck was going on?

Ian spent the next few hours very much Not Looking At Mickey despite feeling a heated stare on him.

Even when he was having a breath-holding competition with Debbie, his brain couldn't stop the endless stream of Mickey Mickey Mickey.

After Debbie's third win, Ian felt like he was on the verge of passing out, so he returned to his towel, chugging his water bottle.

In a moment of weakness, he glanced at Mickey, only to find him already staring. Mickey tilted his head towards the main building and quietly dismissed himself to go on his break.

Ian knew.

He wasn't that stupid. He knew Mickey wanted him to follow. And he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. All the while, his feet took him closer.

The building felt even hotter than the outside, the AC must've gone out and no one bothering to replace it.

This was a bad idea.

Ian was just about to turn around and leave when he heard the click of a lock.

"'Bout fuckin' time," Mickey stalked forward, eyes raking up and down Ian's body appreciatively.

Ian was putty.

He groaned as he let himself be pulled forward by the hips. "Didn't know you were a lifeguard?"

He sighed as Mickey toyed with the band of his shorts in between his tattooed fingers. His nails scraping dully against his sides.

"Dad got shanked. Family business went under. Had to go legal." Mickey's hands moved upwards as he raked his fingers through the sides of Ian's still-wet hair, gripping onto the back of his neck. Ian slid his own hands up Mickey's back, pushing his red tank top up with it, exposing his pale skin.

"Missed this." It was a whisper.

Ian attached his lips to the side of Mickey's neck briefly, tasting remnants of salt, chlorine, and sunscreen, before Mickey sunk down to his knees. Ian's hands were now gripping dark hair, and he was sure that the rocky pavement of the unfinished building had to be digging into Mickey's skin, but he made no sounds of discomfort.

Sure, he missed this, but he missed him more, not that he could say that.

On the walk home, the sun was hanging low in the sky and both Gallaghers' cheeks were sunburnt pink.

"Did ya have fun?" Ian asked, knocking his empty water bottle against the top of Debbie's head.

She scrunched her face up, but replied with some pep in her voice. "Yeah! Today the hot life guard actually looked at me! Maybe bringing you around was good luck."

No way in hell Ian was going to out Mickey to his little sister, let alone out himself. He put on a big-brother reassuring smile and changed the subject.

"Good luck for you maybe. I lost literally all of our competitions today!"

She giggled, "That was all skill, not luck. Frank's been helping me practice!"

Frank? Maybe Ian needed to spend a little more time at home. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing Ian hadn't been spending a lot of time at home.

Ian left after dinner unannounced, taking his well-worn trail to the baseball dugouts.

When he approached the field, he noticed a small orange flame illuminating the man's face and a cloud of smoke fog through the chained fence. He smirked.

"Couldn't get enough the first round?" Ian taunted, announcing his presence as he leapt over the fence, an old habit.

"Fuck you, man," Mickey scoffed and blew his smoky breath in Ian's grimacing face.

"Oh I think you plan on it." He stepped closer.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Ian plucked the cigarette out of Mickey's fingers. "Can't have you with bad lungs, then what will all the poor defenseless swimmers do without a capable lifeguard?"

"Let 'em drown," Mickey smacked Ian's cigarette out of his hands and closed the distance between them.

"It would crush your groupies to know you care so little," Ian murmured against his neck.

"This is a bad idea," Mickey breathed, tugging at Ian's crumpled shirt.

"The worst," Ian yanked his shirt fully off.

Mickey pulled back, eyeing Ian's now-bare back.

"Mmm, no sunburn. That would've ruined my plans." Mickey smiled smugly.

Oh shit.

Ian swallowed. He was already way too far off the deep end. Luckily for them both, Mickey knew how to swim.

#every time i write it gets slightly smuttier skskjfndkjnf #my posts #gallavich #a.u.gust #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #shameless

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. “Could you help me lotion up my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on. You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?” He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?”

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster.

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release.

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

#bts smut #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #bts drabble #bts fic #jeon jungkook #ficswithluv #heartsforbtsnet #bangtanarmynet #ksmutclub #btswriterscollective #goldenclosetnet #maknae smut #bts maknae #bts maknae line fic

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anonquack · 3 years ago

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| Summertime |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 2054

Warnings: Mentions of a minor injury, and some curse words.

Summary: In severe need of something to do on a hot summer day, you suggest going to the beach. A day of summer fun and some ice cream for dessert awaits!

The heat hit hard against your skin, the smallest of touches leaving a burning sensation, rays far too hot for your liking.

It was summertime, the time of the year where the heat ranged from a cool wind on late nights and unbearable heat throughout the day.

While one could typically find you and Alex close together, it wasn't the case during the summer. He despised the summer heat, far too hot for any body contact besides the occasional kisses he couldn't and wouldn't get enough of.

As you sat on the couch, fanning yourself as you scrolled through the timeline, you heard him let out a whine, clearly annoyed at the way his clothes stuck to his skin, and in need of something to do. He did not want to sit around in this heat any longer.

"I need to get a haircut.." he muttered as he tried to make every hair strand fit under his cap, far from his face and his line of sight. You chuckled before nodding your head in agreement. As much as you liked running your fingers through his hair at night, you knew summertime was hellish, and he'd be heating up even more just because of his hair.

"As much as I hate to say it.. you definitely should get one." you responded as you finally set your phone down and looked over at him. He was already looking at you, sluggishly sitting on the couch.

"Let's do something, please. I can't stand another second on this fucking couch." He whined again as he scoot closer to you on the couch. You let out a small noise of disapproval, you didn't feel like getting up and doing anything. The heat felt like it would kill you if you walked even a few steps.

But seeing the way he was leaning on your shoulder and looking up at you, with the cutest little look on his eyes, silently begging you to take him out of the misery the couch provided.

You let out a sigh before nodding and standing up, to which he gave a small cheer before standing up as well, following suit. It felt as if your clothing were stuck to your body due to all the sweat. Looking over at him now, you took in his whole outfit, which consisted of some shorts and a t-shirt. Even the bare minimum wasn't enough to save you two from burning up.

"How about we go to the beach and get some ice cream?" You suggested, giving him a moment to consider this. He gave a small nod, grateful to be off the couch but immediately getting hit with those strong rays of sun. Hellish summertime.

"That actually sounds great. I bet the water is so cold." He almost purred at the thought of the cold water against his skin, which was heating up with every passing second. You smiled once he verbally agreed to the idea before heading towards your room to get dressed into appropriate clothing and get a towel.

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After what felt like an eternity, you two had finally gotten everything you needed and headed straight to the beach. Upon arrival, you two searched for a nice place to set your towels down. A place close enough to the water, but not too close.

Alex carefully set the towels down next to each other as he took his sandals off. He was wearing a huge grin on his face, clearly very excited to get into the water. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as you took your sandals off as well.

"Don't forget the sunscreen, I don't want you burning up on me." You called as you saw him begin to walk off to the water. At this, he nodded before walking back over to you.

You poured a generous amount of the sunscreen onto the palm of your hand before spreading it onto his back and arms. He took some as well and helped you put sunscreen on him before helping put some on yourself too.

Once you were both generously coated, you both headed straight to the water.

It was extremely cold to the touch, almost overwhelmingly cold at first, but it quickly faded away as the harsh sun continued to shine down onto you both. Before you knew it, you and Alex were swimming around, splashing each other, and seeing who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

The last one was especially nice, since it protected you from direct contact with the sun rays.

It felt like forever since the two of you had done something quite like this, usually spending time indoors, enjoying cold temperatures and time away from the sun.

Today, you two had found a way to spend time together and cool down at the same time. It was fun, and it was exactly what you two needed.

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After hours of splashing around, going to lay on towels, sunscreen application, and failed attempts at sand castle building, you two finally decided it was time to get that ice cream you'd mentioned earlier.

It didn't take long for both of you to dry since the sun was still bright, but it seemed to slowly be going down. That made you raise a brow.

"What time is it?" You asked as you stared up at the sky. It seemed to still be pure baby blue, but as you lowered your gaze, it turned into lighter shades of orange. You two had been having so much fun, you failed to realize just how long you'd been out here.

"It's 6 in the afternoon." Alex called out as he packed some of the stuff back into the bag. That made your eyes widen a bit as you stared up at the colorful sky.

You lowered your gaze and turned towards him, heading over to help him pack the stuff away. "That means the heat should be calming down soon.." you hummed out, very pleased with that sentence.

He stood, backpack strap now resting on his shoulder, and a small grin on his face. "I know. It'll linger for a while longer, but we'll be able to cool down more easily." You nodded and helped with any other stuff that needed to be carried.

As you two walked side by side, there wasn't much conversation being made. Splashing around in the water seemed to have tired you two out. The only thing that could be heard was steady breathing, distant chatter, and the squeaky sandals that were too wet on Alex's feet. He'd gone to wash his feet, not wanting to be bothered by the sand sticking to his feet, and now his sandals made the loudest squelching noises you'd heard in a while, making you let out a small laugh at the absurdity of it.

He laughed as well, finally breaking the silence between you two. "What?" He murmered as he glanced over at you.

"Nothing.." you responded, a content smile on your lips. "Lets get us some icecream."

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You two were now seated on a bench, talking about the simplest of things as you enjoyed your ice cream cones. The ice-cream was sweet and cold, the perfect dessert after a long day of swimming and having sand sticking to your bodies. As soon as you got home, you'd take a shower and knock out on your shared bed. It was the perfect way to finish the day. Enjoying ice cream together.

"Thank you." He said after a bit. "For suggesting we go to the beach and stuff. This is the most fun I've had in a while, and it made me forget about the insufferable heat we've had to deal with."

You looked over at him, and reached over to gently boop his nose. "It's nothing. I had fun too. Thanks for being you." You responded softly. His eyes at that moment looked so warm, so welcoming. Moments like this made you alarmingly aware of why you loved him so much.

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his lips. He tasted like the ice cream he was eating, which made it even more pleasant. His lips were cold too, a welcoming change to his cheeks which were now burning up.

After you pulled away, you held your ice cream cone out to him. Offering him some. He chuckled before leaning in and trying some of it. He let out a small noise of approval before you two continued to quietly enjoy the ice cream.

The sun had officially gone down by now, but the sky was still bright with the oranges and reds that decorated it so wonderfully. Soon, it would all merge together and create the dark night sky, a sign that your day at the beach together would come to an end.

Once you two had finished up your ice cream cones, it was time to head back home. The heat had calmed down a bit, and the walk home was rather peaceful as well. The only sound being made, once again, was Alex's wet sandals making contact with the floor.

You'd been distracted, looking at the sky and your surroundings, just enjoying his company and feeling your eye lids getting heavier with exhaustion of being out all day.

Your train of thought was disrupted when the sound of a loud thump came, along with a groan of pain. Your eyes widened as you looked to your side and saw him on the floor, hand covering his eyes in despair.

You quickly headed towards him, worry filling your eyes as you helped him sit up. He let out a small hissing sound as he looked down at his knee. You followed his gaze and were surprised to see a scrape on that knee.

You looked up at him and then back at his knee, then back at him. You held gazes before you both burst out into a laugh.

"When's the last time something like this happened, hmm?" You asked as you looked at his scrape. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't that small either. You could tell it stung. You helped him stand up, eliciting a groan from him as he had to move his knee.

"Long fucking time. Since I was a kid." He responded as he looked down at his knee.

"Its those damn wet sandals." You shook your head as you held your hand out to him. "We're almost home. I'll clean it up for you, hm?" You offered, a small teasing smile on your lips, but he didn't reject the help.

Hand in hand, you two headed home, him limping a bit for dramatic effect. But you knew it stung. The blood had even dripped down and stained his leg. Scrapes like those were always unpleasant, so you made sure not to let it happen again. His sandals continued to make the squelching noises, and you couldn't wait to take those monstrosities off him, and give him some dry footwear.

Once you two got home, you sat him down on a chair and kept your promise, helping clean up his scrape, making another promise to bandage him up after he'd taken a shower and was ready to head to bed.

After some time, you two had both showered, feeling rather refreshed and your eyelids getting heavier as well.

He sat down on your shared bed, as you carefully pressed ointment onto his scrape, and bandaged it to avoid it bleeding more and staining stuff.

He gave you a kiss as a 'thank you' and then pulled you into bed with him. You gladly gave in, wrapping your arms around his waist, letting your head rest on his chest as he gently played with your hair. The windows were propped open to let the cold night air in.

The feeling of his hands in your hair, his heart beating rhythmically under you, and the cold wind coming in through the window was enough to lull you to sleep, and soon he'd fallen asleep as well.

The day had been so fun, you two always managed to find a way to entertain each other. And in this case, you'd helped each other find relief from the summertime heat.

And now it was finally time to rest.

Together.

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blxetsi · 4 years ago

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Imagine pampering Reiner. I would love to kiss him silly 🙈 is it obvious he’s my favorite character?

id like to kiss him silly too 🤩🤚 tysm for the request !!!

pampering reiner after a long day (modern au)

warnings: taking care of ur man 😁👍 uhh construction worker!reiner (of age, obv), gn!reader, face care n shit idk, cute names like baby and love, mentions of sexual harrasment/assault in a workplace.

living in the city had it ups and downs. well, so did everything in life, but you never really thought about that until you moved into the city. you and reiner both came from a small town, and then went to the same college in a bigger town, before you two decided to move to the big city together. downs happened more often than ups, but anything was an up if you were with reiner. rent was expensive, especially for the shoebox of an apartment you two live in, but youve both made it into your home, a cozy little sanctuary away from the rest of this chaotic world. another down was that the city never sleeps, someone, somewhere was always working, and you too found yourself taking nightshifts at the diner you worked at. it was minimum wage, and middle aged men and women would come in and flirt (more like harass), but your coworkers were nice, and if you made sure to dress up a bit you'd get a fat tip.

you and reiner originally thought that you'd get well paying jobs as soon as you moved into the city, which was a lie. considering the time, effort, and money you both put into getting your degrees, you thought you were more than qualified for certain jobs, but you werent, and that sucked, and now your boyfriend over works himself physically building houses while you let freaks make weirdly sexual comments about you so you can earn more money. it sucks on both ends, but you know that you'd do anything to be with reiner, so you could take a couple of gropes and sleazy jokes.

today you had gotten off work early, your boss closing the store because of a family emergency. you felt bad for the man, he was nice, and offered to switch you to dish duty when he'd seen older people be weird with you, you'd declined knowing that you wouldn't earn as much in the back. he was a family man, and generous, and cared about others, which was a nice change from other employers in the past. you were surprised reiner wasn't home yet, because today was friday, and he usually got off fridays around six, but now it was almost nine, and you were starting to get a bit worried.

just as you started gnawing on your lip, your phone vibrated beside you. grabbing it you saw it was reiner calling you, and quickly paused your episode of shameless to answer. "rei, where are you ?"

"just got off work baby." he sighed.

he sounded exhausted, and you could hear cars honking so you knew he was outside.

"do you need me to come get you ?"

"no, its okay. jack's giving me a ride home."

you let out a breath, at least he didn't have to wait for the bus, getting a ride meant he'd be home faster. "okay my love. you want me to run you a bath for when you come home ?" you knew how sore reiner got from working, and being out in the sun all day. with the weather becoming warmer it would become harder on him, and he'd always forget to wear sunscreen which meant he'd burn.

he let out a soft moan. "that sounds great baby, thank you so much."

you heard talking from his end, assuming it was jack. you tried to keep listening but reiner's voice cut in again. "only ten more minutes and im back to you."

you smiled, getting excited that he'd be here so soon. "okay lovey, i'll get that bath started. i love you."

you could hear his smile on the other end. "i love you too baby, thank you so much."

you quickly said your goodbyes before hanging up, cutting him off. you felt a bit bad but quickly brushed it off as you walked to your bathroom. you got everything together, moving from the bathroom to your bedroom and back again. you set out a clean towel, a pair of sweats and a white tank top for him, as well as a hoodie if he was cold. you filled up the tub, making sure it was hot, before adding a cup of epsom salt and stirring it around with your hand. you got up again, going to the kitchen area of your little home and filling up a cup with a jug of cold water from the fridge. you brought it back to the small bathroom, sitting it on the tank cover of the toilet. he needed to be hydrated.

you were changing the sheets of your shared bed when you heard the from door open, close, then lock. reiner dropped his backpack and toed off his shoes. he hung up his jacket before slowly walking around the apartment, cracking his neck and stretching his arms above his head. "baby ? where are you ?"

"in here rei, just changing the sheets." you called out. you could hear his heavy footsteps make his way down the hall towards you.

he thought you looked beautiful. dressed in just a tee shirt (his tee shirt) and plaid pyjama pants, the lights from the city reflecting all around the room and on your body, a small lamp which casted a soft warm glow around the room, made your eyes shine.

"you don't have to change the sheets baby." he whispered, making his way over to you. he helped you put the comforter over the bed. a simple grey colour, which matched the baby pink sheets and pillow cases.

"i wanted to. you always feel good sleeping in new sheets." you answered, making your way around the bed to him. you wrapped your arms around his torso while he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head. he sighed, and just held you while you rubbed his back.

"your bath is ready, and i left you clothes for you there too." you whispered. he hummed in response before squeezing you tighter.

"i missed you so much." his words were soft, but held a lot of weight, and your heart hurt because you knew he was working himself to the bone.

"it's okay baby, i'm here now."

he nodded before kissing your head again. he smelt your hair, sighing before pulling back to look at your face. "did you shower ?"

"when i got home, yeah."

"okay. i won't be long then."

you shook your head, moving your arms so you could hold his face in your hands. "no rei, take all the time you need. i'll wait for you." you knew that reiner was too tired to fight you on that, so he simply nodded, giving you a soft kiss before stripping down to his underwear and leaving the room.

you put his clothes in the hamper, putting his wallet on his bedside table and plugging his phone in to charge. then you opened up the window so the cool breeze could come in, you knew reiner liked the room to be a bit cooler at night.

slowly you made your way to the bathroom, peaking in to see him in the bath, the water up to his neck as he was almost fully submerged. his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, you could see his tan lines from working. his muscles that bulged even when relaxed and the crinkles in his eyes from smiling so much, even when he was so young. his stuble which was just a bit darker than his sandy blond hair, and his calloused hands from his labour, wrapped around his torso in a hug. those hands that held you, that protected you, that tickled you, that loved you. you never got to admire reiner often, usually because he'd notice early on and tell you to stop, he'd get all flustered and his face would turn red, getting all blushy that his lover wanted to look at how beautiful he was. and he was, reiner was gorgeous, and its a blessing to call him yours.

his voice was raspy from not speaking for so long. "baby, stop looking at me like that." you could see the apples of his cheeks turn pink while his lips quirked up into a small.

"i can't help it, you're just so pretty." you replied, walking into the small bathroom and closing the door behind you. it took less than two steps to get towards him, and you crouched down beside the tub to look at him closer.

he slowly opened his eyes, like he was in a daze, before peeling an arm away from his body and holding it out for you to take. you grabbed his hand with both of yours, rubbing his palm and fingers while you softly kissed his knuckles. you two never looked away as you did so, relishing in the soft moment together.

he closed his eyes again, and sighed while moving deeper into the tub, making the water go from his neck to his chin, and his long legs stick out of the water at the knees. "you know that face mask you have baby ? the one that peels off and makes your face smooth ?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"yeah," you mumbled against his hand. "you wanna use it ? want me to put it on for you ?"

he nodded. you slowly put his hand back into the water before crawling to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your peel off face mask, you turned around and went back to your love, shifting as close as you could ger before the toilet got in the way, before opening the tube and squeezing some onto your hand. the clear gel felt cool on your finger tips, and you rubbed it along both pointer and middle finger on your two hands, before leaning over the side of the tub and rubbing some on his face. you made sure to keep it away from his facial hair and his eyebrows. after rubbing it in you rinsed your hands off in the bathwater, before moving them to hold reiner's hand again. "if you cant peel some if it off after its dry just rinse with warm water, okay ?" reiner nodded before squeezing your hand. "thank you baby."

you two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to each others breathing and the slight swish of the water. "i'm gonna make some tea, would you like any ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head. "i'll just steal a sip of yours."

you chuckled before kissing the back of his hand, a smile on your face. "okay my love, i'll wait for you in the bedroom."

he leaned over quickly, grabbing your face with his free hand and giving you a soft kiss, over and over again. his lips were a bit chapped, which caused your own to tickle, but to him it felt great. this was so domestic, so simple, it made him feel safe, it made reiner forget all about his horrible day. all he could think about was you, all he could feel was you.

because of your kiss some of the product from his face mask had transferred onto yours, causing him to giggle before wiping it away with his pruny hand. "i love you so much baby. i'm so happy to be with you." he whispered, his face millimetres from your own.

"thank you rei, i love you too." you responded. you loved him so much, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. and you're sure you will.

you pecked his lips before kissing his hand one more time, then you got up and left the bathroom, reiner's eyes on you as you went.

you went about tidying up the living room, putting away reiner's dinner on the table (if he didn't scarf it down when he came in, you knew he wouldn't touch it until tomorrow) turning off the tv and folding up the blanket you were snuggled up with on the couch almost an hour ago.

you quickly boiled your water for your tea, getting out your favourite mug and putting the tea bag in. then you went into your bedroom, where you moved through the open window to sit on the fire escape. the breeze of the night brought with it a chill, and you wished you'd brought that blanket with you. the lights and the cars moving down brought comfort to you. after living here for over a year, the noise became berable to you, just second nature.

you could hear faint shuffling inside the bedroom, before reiner's head popped out of the window. "i was looking everywhere for you."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "sorry my love, would you like to join me ?" he nodded and crawled out of the window too, which was a bit hard considering his long limbs. he sat down beside you, his skin looking soft and smooth, his hair wet and all dressed in his hoodie and sweats.

the two of you huddled together, watching people walk by and cars drive around, looking into the windows of other apartments and stores, seeing if you could see the people inside doing weird things. you two passed the mug of tea between each other, before all that was left was the wet tea bag at the bottom of the cup. reiner reached up and set it on the window sill, before pulling you into his side by your shoulders.

"do your muscles hurt still ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head before replying. "not anymore, thank you again for the bath."

you giggled, turning your head to look up at him, he looked down at your own head, resting on his shoulder, and matched the smile that painted your lips. "you don't have to thank me so much silly, i love taking care of you."

he rubbed his nose against your own. "i love taking care of you too. which is why i was thinking of looking for a new job."

your eyes opened again and he watched your reaction closely. "that tech company near downtown, they're looking for a new software developer. i've already set up an interview, i just didn't know when to tell you." he whispered.

your eyes lit up as you smiled again, leaning up and smacking kisses all over his face. he let out a loud laugh before cupping your face with his hand, guiding your head away from his own so he could speak, but you started talking before that could happen. "i'm so happy for you. i hate seeing you come home so tired and in pain."

he nodded. "and i hate seeing you come home with a new story of some creep making moves on the love of my life." he replied, giving you a soft kiss.

you two sat in silence again. reiner felt happy that you weren't upset about his idea for a new job, he had a degree, and a great mind, and he somehow knew he'd get this job.

"y'know," you started. "that new art museum that opened near the science centre, they're hiring too. said on their website they're looking for tour guides."

reiner pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. "baby you'd be great at that. you know so many art things."

"'art things?'" you laughed. "yeah, maybe i'll call and see if i could get an interview."

reiner nodded. "that sounds great baby. but tomorrow, your tea made me so sleepy and now i just wanna sleep." you shook your head with a chuckle before pecking him on the lips again.

you two made your way inside, closed the window, and got ready for bed. while you put the mug back into the kitchen sink, reiner took off his hoodie and unfolded the comforter from the bed, ready to get under. when you came back inside you shut off the lamp and got in beside him, where reiner immediately pulled you into his chest.

your head rested on his bare pec, and you could hear his heart thumping. he was calm, content, and happy with you in his arms. and you two went to bed that night with dreams about your future together.

not me going overboard with that one 😁👍 anyways love u all stay safe requests r open 😍🙏

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coldshrugs · 3 years ago

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vacation, had to get away

featuring: rook and rebecca greene + baby alma word count: 2k note: a @wayhavensummer entry for the 7/11 prompt vacation. warnings for suspense/dark tones and imagery/the feeling of being watched. this isn't what i usually write, but it was a lot of fun!

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When Rebecca tells Rook she doesn't want to go on this vacation, she doesn't tell him why. The car is mostly packed. The beachfront hotel has been booked for months. They bought the baby a swimsuit, for god's sake.

No, she doesn't tell him why. It isn't tangible enough to be convincing.

"Let's call it off. There are so many things I could get done at work this week."

"Becks, I say this with love: you're a workaholic. We're going to the beach for the week." He punctuates it with a kiss. Rebecca doesn't miss the unmarked beige envelope Rook slips into one of the last minute bags; she's not the only one with work in mind.

The following morning, they pile into the car with a few more duffles and that horribly itchy feeling on the back of Rebecca's neck.

She asks Rook to wait while she double (triple) checks the front door is locked. Of course it is.

The itch lingers as they pull out of the driveway. It sticks with her all the way to the edge of town.

"Tell me something I don't know about you," she beams once they're on the highway, once she can breathe.

Bare feet on the dashboard and sunglasses covering her eyes. The sun hasn't even peaked, but it's scorching already. They roll the windows down, and her hair, free from the usual oppressive bun, whips around her face. She feels like Becks for once. Not Rebecca.

"You know everything about me, B."

"C'mon, there's gotta be something." Her mind spins to the envelope in his bag. "One single thing."

"Okay," Rook begins. Full lips part into a hypnotic smile as he chews on the story. "I had a friend in college, Zack, that taught this contemporary dance class a couple weekends each month. It was a few extra bucks in his pocket and he got a couple dates out of it; a pretty sweet gig, right? One weekend he overdid it the night before his class. He shows up at my dorm, looking like death and practically begging me—" his voice rises— "'Otis, please man. I can't lose this job, can you just go down to the rec center and sub for me?'"

"You?" Rebecca recoils, silent laughter shaking her shoulders. "You can't dance to save your life."

"I know this. You know this. Zack should've known this, but apparently he didn't."

"What did you do?"

"I went down to the rec center, put on some Grandmaster Flash, and did the worst interpretive dance you can imagine."

Rebecca shoves the sunglasses into her hair, helplessly wiping at the tears running down her cheeks.

"Zack still owes me," Rook sighs. "Wonder what he's up to now."

Rebecca forgets, for a moment, the nagging in her gut that tells her this is a terrible idea. This is what they need; a week away from Wayhaven, from the Agency, from whatever is... watching.

A week to be normal.

Yeah, this is good.

They stop for gas about halfway to the coast. Rook fills the tank, while Rebecca throws Alma on her hip and heads into the store.

She and the baby jabber back and forth about snacks, and she holds up packages of fruit gummies and crackers for Alma to choose with tiny hands. It's then that her stomach lurches. The unwelcome fingers of dread, cold and sick, squirm against her scalp. She drops both packages, almost drops Alma too. The doorbell chimes, and her grip tightens around her daughter as she turns toward the entrance.

It's only Rook.

And a man in the corner.

She didn't notice him before. He wears a dark suit, and his face is like a knife, and he rushes toward Rook. His sharp features are unsettling even in his haste. He knocks against Rook's shoulder with a rough thud. Rook, transfixed by the sudden touch, watches the man leave. As soon as he's out of the store, the knot of Rebecca's anxiety untangles.

"Rook?" She calls across the store. He doesn't budge. She picks up the small mess she made and calls for him again. "Rook."

Only when she touches his arm does he snap out of the trance with a heaving gasp. And then... he's back to normal.

"What are we munching?"

"What the hell was that, Rook? Do you know that guy?" Her voice is a harsh whisper as she tries to keep Alma from hearing her fear.

His gaze pans slowly, vacantly, from the door to Rebecca. "What guy?"

Like a thick, dry pill, apprehension sits heavy in her throat. She swallows it, along with her growing list of questions. She pays for their snacks and leads Rook outside. Every muscle in her body is tense, prepared for a fight until they're in the car again.

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The week rips past them like a tornado through a small town. Their hotel room (a ground floor double-bed setup complete with the usual washed out pastel textiles and white wicker furniture) looks the part. Alma's scattered collection of shells too beautiful to part with, tacky airbrushed t-shirts draped over the chairs, and a healthy sprinkling of sand being ground into the carpet are evidence of that.

They spend the days exploring the aquarium, strolling the worn and salty boardwalk for unusual shops, dipping into local eateries for fresh seafood. Every other moment is spent on the beach; building sandcastles or running into waves with the baby between them and swinging her up at the last second. Salt spray in her bouncing mass of curls and her squealing laugh stolen by the wind.

Between the clutter and sightseeing, even under the blazing coastal sun, there's always something dark shifting just at the edge of Rebecca's vision. Faint shadows twisting out of view at the last second. The wound-wet itch of unease prickling her skin.

Someone is watching—of that, she's certain.

And then there's the envelope.

Rook's made an excuse or two to be alone. Just running out to grab more sunscreen, or picking up takeout because Alma's too fussy for a restaurant tonight. Innocuous things, but each time he goes, the envelope seems to follow.

Rebecca is sure it holds an answer, or at least a lead.

On the last night of their vacation, he leaves again. But this time, it's a trip for ice-cream with Alma in tow.

Rebecca watches them through the blinds, and once she's sure they're not turning back, she goes for his luggage.

It's not well-hidden. It's nestled under his dirty clothes, sealed with twisted thread that takes a few seconds to unwind. God, he's so unorganized, and for once she's thankful for it.

Carefully, she empties the contents onto the bed: hastily folded, handwritten notes; a few polaroids; and Agency documents? The documents are completely uncensored, not one black bar, not a single covered word. That tells Rebecca everything she needs to know—whatever Rook's doing, it's beyond either of their clearance levels. This is dangerous.

Shit.

That knowledge only nudges her curiosity over the edge. She skims over the pages, drinking in the information as quickly as possible. ...modern supernaturals seek reparations... inhumane treatment... would lose valuable specimens... Agency officials refuse to negotiate.

His notes list locations all over the east coast, some underlined, including the beach they're visiting. The photos show imprisoned supernaturals, each noxious gas cloud above them and their faces distorted in silent, exhausted screams. She recognizes some of them, though she's never been allowed to view them outside a transport situation.

But what's he doing with this? How on earth did he get all this?

A pounding knock shakes the door. Rebecca, torn away from this unplanned investigation, loses hold of the papers in her hands. They flutter to the floor.

"Shit, shit, shit." She scrambles to collect the documents and put them in order.

The knock booms through the room again, more impatiently this time.

Rebecca stalks to the door, dipping into her handbag for the Agency-standard volt gun as she goes. No one's there when she presses her eye to the peephole, but a third thunderous knock sends her stumbling backward with a choked scream.

"Agent Rebecca Greene." The voice is icy, hollow, and this isn't a question. They know her. "I would like to speak with you. Now."

The words are more instruction than threat. Rebecca expects any inaction on her part to change that, so she scampers to the door and twists it open.

It's him.

The man from the gas station. She knew it would be, but knowing and seeing—feeling, because every cell in her body tells her that being so close to this man... this creature... is unsafe—are very different things.

His skin (pale, and tight, and plastic-smooth) lacks definition, as if he's bloodless, and his blue irises are just a little too small, mouth a little too wide. He doesn't look real, and she's grateful the shadow of his hat obscures some of his face.

It doesn't hide the jagged line of his pointed teeth when he speaks though.

"That's better. May I come in?"

Against her instinct, she steps aside to let him pass. Careful not to touch her, he strolls across the room as if he's been here before. She wonders if he has, while they've been out.

His eyes fall to the half-opened envelope.

"What do you want?" Rebecca backs up until her legs bump against the bed.

He sucks in a breath and looks toward the ceiling. "I want to know why your husband is meddling . I want to know why he is watching a Watcher, badly. And—" he points to the documents Rook seems to keep with him at all times— "I have been waiting for this."

Without saying another word, he picks them up and starts reading.

Rebecca's presence is inconsequential. She waits in silence, the volt gun half raised. She tries to keep an eye out for sudden movements from the Watcher (and what the hell is a Watcher? Her mind swings through random bits of mythology and something between angel-but-not and urban legend seems to stick), but it's tough to look at him.

Finally, he exhales and, in a whisper Rebecca is sure isn't meant for her, says, "Friend and not foe, then." Louder, to her this time, "You read this. You witnessed."

"Y-yes," she croaks.

"And what did you make of it? What do you think?" His voice is cold, even, judging.

She doesn't know how to answer. A couple minutes is hardly enough time to sort out the ethics of this situation, much less her own standing. She's done no research, but she's never had reason to doubt the Agency. The only truth she knows right now is this man feels like death walking.

"I don't know what to think. I need to speak to my husband. If he's in trouble, I can help. The Agency can help—"

"If you so readily walk the line between advocate and adversary after witnessing an injustice, then you have made a decision, Rebecca. We cannot use you."

He pulls a pen from his pocket and gives it a sharp click (the movement and sound almost make her pull the trigger of her volt gun, almost) and scribbles something on the back of Rook's notes. Then, he neatly returns the contents to the envelope and tucks everything back into the luggage.

He turns to Rebecca, and his mouth, his smile is wide enough that the corners of her own throb. Phantom cracks that make her wince. Impossibly sharp. "I mean you no harm, and you will not remember."

In a blurred rush, he squeezes her shoulder. Her knees buckle as the door slams.

--- ☀ --- ☀ --- ☀ --- ☀ --- ☀ ---

"Becks? Hey. Hey, Rebecca, are you okay?"

It's Rook. An echo of him, anyway.

His voice is caught between the song she's humming and another unnamed voice that floods her mind like ice water. She doesn't want to touch that, so she focuses on the song.

And on Rook's warmth.

Dappled morning light across his rich brown skin. Rook softly snoring, softly singing, softly whispering the ways he loves her. She could stretch those small undeserved moments into infinity, the ones in which Rook smooths the roughest of her edges, turns her in his hands and makes her soft too.

He is the quiet thrill of crawling into already warm blankets, the taste of strawberry pie, the sun and the wind on her skin on a long car ride.

He is endless joy, and he is hers.

Right?

Then the warmth is a real pressure against her cheek.

Her eyes are already open but she sees him, both of them, for what feels like the first time. Rook, chaotically charming even through a cloud of worry. Alma, plump and curious, their brightest star.

"How was the ice-cream? Did you guys bring one back for me?" She leans up for a kiss.

Rook meets her lips, brows knitting in confusion. "You okay? You were really zoned-out for a second—and why is the volt gun out?"

She shakes her head. Not a thing in the world could be wrong. They're on their first family vacation. It's been a wonderful trip.

She doesn't understand why he looks so concerned.

"I'm not sure," Rebecca smiles, "but this vacation was exactly what we needed."

#azia writes #wayhavensummer #twc #rebecca/rook #this REALLY ran away from me and i'm sorry like i feel like it's not fitting for the event AT ALL but #it's so much fun to think about rook and rebecca and the events that led to rook's demise #and i have so many urban legends just sitting around in my brain SO I HAD TO THROW THE OBSERVERS IN #anyway pls enjoy my spooky scary summer story

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aizawabby · 4 years ago

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LILY (m)

Pairing: Yakuza!Tamaki Amajiki x florist! Reader

Plot: your flowers were the one thing you loved the most in your life... well it’s in the top ten so you bet your ass that you would scream at anyone who would dare to ruin and it didn’t matter if the person was the biggest mobster around.

Genre: mafia au, florist au , NSFW 18+

word count: 6k

Warnings: slight sub/dom play, soft dom Tamaki, explicit smut, oral(f), vaginal penetration, creampies, mirror sex, choking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), light spanking, mentions of sucking dick, multiple orgasms, praising ish, fat cock Tamaki, dirty talk, slight mention of blood (I was listening to auralescent while writing the smut)

Disclaimer: this is my first time writing explicit smut so pls if I didn’t any mistakes or need to improve any where pls let me know! Also the art work above is not mine nor do I own any of the bnha/mha characters.

A/n: hello~ this is my first fic in this blog, I really hope you guys like!! I’ve been planning it since a month and got way to lazy to complete it :(

ko-fi

The hot rays of sun burn your skin as you walk out of your flower shop for the 10th time today to display your flowers letting them get sunlight. Regretting not putting on sunscreen before leaving home, you whipped the sweat off your face and smiled at the aesthetic you created in front of your flower shop.

It truly was beautiful.

Satisfied with your work you were ready to go back into the air conditioned store. As you neared the glass door, a loud thud noise that came from the background making you flinch. Praying as you turned around you hoped that whatever caused that thud had nothing to do with your flowers and it was just the neighbors cat, Ginger, who had once again jumped over the garbage bin and toppled it over.

You sighed in relief when you saw that your flowers were still intact. Just when you were about to go back a man with a white cloak tripped over your vases not paying attention while running ruining all your hard work.

The man laying on the ground looked at your angry face and seemed like he was about to cry, but you didn’t care right now. You were furious, all your hard work has gone to waste just because one person didn’t pay attention to where he was going.

Getting off the ground he noticed how you were about to start to scream at him, quickly got up and started apologizing.

“Look here sir, apologizing isn't going to do shit for my flowers nor is it going to clean up this mess so I suggest you t-” just as you were about to finish your sentence you felt him grip your wrist and pull you into your store.

‘What the hell’ you thought as you looked up at your captive, he pushed you on to a corner wall where no one could see you, his one hand on your mouth keeping you from making any noise while the other was near your head trapping you from the outside world.

If you weren’t being kidnapped in your own store you would’ve been very much aroused by the situation.

Having let your only staff member go on their lunch break, leaing you alone with your captor was not helping your situation either. Even if you scream for help no one would come to your rescue.

Your captor must have felt your gaze as he looked your way and then looked away once again a blush creeping on his cheeks.

What the hell? Why is he blushing

You continued to study his features so that you will be able to memories them in case he decides to do something, only if you were left alive.

damn he’s cute

You watched him as he kept shifting his gaze from you and the window, curious to what he was eyeing, you peered your eyes out the window to see some pro-hero, whose name you couldn't remember, along with some police officers gathered together holding a piece of paper which seemed like a sketch, showing it to civilians that walked past them.

Since your hearing quirk wasn't going to help you get free you thought it might be useful to hear what the heroes were saying.

“Have you seen this man?” one of them asked “please if you do call the police station right away”. The hero held out a picture. It was your capture.

Holy shit

You let out a quiet gasp at the information discovered, your capture hearing the sudden noise turned towards you once again, his gaze unreadable.

He masked his emotions so you wouldn't be able to tell how nervous he was staying within such close proximity with you. Something he learned pretty early, since in his line of work showing any type of emotions was a weakness.

The sweet smell of your perfume that was helping calm his nerves, was making him lose focus on the tasks at hand. Finding an opening to escape without the pros seeing him.

God how did he want to bury his head is the crook of your neck a- his train of thoughts broke as he felt you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

He glared at you, eyes dark and menacing seeding chills to your spine, he was about to lean closer when the pro-hero left their post and started walking towards their new location.

‘That was close’, he thought

He freed your mouth and placed it on the hand on the other side of your head trapping you. “W-who are you?” you managed to say, he looked you in the eye “Suneater,”.

Thank god for the wall that was supporting you because you were sure that you would've fell on the floor because how much your knees had been wobbling out of fear and being so close with this very handsome man who happens to be the biggest mafia leader of Tokyo.

You blankly stared at him as the headlines from several news articles popped in your head about the man holding you captive, opening your mouth to say-no to beg for your life, this is definitely not the way you imagined yourself dying.

“I” you breathe out watching as the man leaves from his spot, freeing you.

‘is he getting some torture weapon? Is this because i screamed at him omg me and my stupid big mouth’ as your mind filled with gruesome thoughts when all of a sudden cough broke your trans, you whipped your head to the noise almost getting whiplash from the sudden movement.

It was him.

He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his head hung low looking at his shoes as if they were much more interesting than you. He rubbed his palms together and was saying something under his breath. It almost seemed like he was...shy

What the hell is up with this guy?

“I… um… i am sorry for that” wide eyed and mouth agape you watched the man who once looked so frightening you nearly passed out from fear was now stumbling on his words as he apologized to you.

‘God i need to talk to my therapist after this, if i get out of this’

He lifted his head, his eyes barely noticeable as they stayed hidden due to the length of his hair. “I… I am s-s-sorry for putting you through this mess. I-it's just because, you see I didn't mean to, it's just that” he paused, he looked as if he were about to cry. What does one do in this situation? Do you go and console him for kidnapping you in your own store?

Confused, you stayed still, scanning him to look for some weapons he can use on you, eyes stopped at his trembling hands.

He’s bleeding

Once again mumbling something under his breath he continued “ you see, some people are looking for me, a-and because of some… things, that's why i ended up bumping into you, i-i didn't mean to knock down your flowers, you see i was just in such a hurry and needed a place to hide that i brought you here” he explained his situation.

He looked back at you waiting for you to respond,

“Are you gonna kill me?” he looked at you even more panicked than before almost like he was disgusted at the sheer thought “oh no no no no” he frantically moved his arms telling you no.

“Good, because i know how to fight” you lied, but seeing how scared he is you began to question whether this man actually was the notorious yakuza you heard about on the news.

Maybe he was the weak twin no one knew about

Your legs finally regained their strength and you leaned off the wall, and walked past Suneater as you disappeared in one of the rooms in the back of your shop.

“Are you coming?” your head peered from the room as you waved your hand at him to come.

‘What are you doing?!? Inviting a yakuza in your safe place’ you thought, while one part of your mind told you to run, the other told you to stay you were conflicted.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Suneater enter the room, without turning around, you pointed at the chair, “sit” said a little more sternly than you wanted to. Confused at the sudden change in your demeanor, he raised an eyebrow at you, why did you want him here with you when you knew his truth. Anyone with the slightest of common sense would call the police right now, yet you stayed calm.

“Look” you turned around, tiered “ if your not gonna kill me then let me help you with your injury”

‘injury? What injury?’

He looked down at his hand feeling a sting. There was a deep cut, most likely from when he knocked over your flowers ‘oh’ his palm was covered in blood.

He sat down at the designated seat waiting for you, closing his eyes letting the sweet and earthy smell of the flowers fill his nostrils, calming his senses.

* * *

“Hey did you even listen to a word I said?” Tamaki lifted his head from his palm, “hmm?”. The spiky red head grunted, rubbing his hands on his face tired of his boss being so distracted.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” he questioned, Tamaki innocently looked at him as if he did nothing.

Truth was he was bored, he knew the plan they had went over it a millions of times heck he was the one who made it in the first place.

“Nothing Kirishima, I heard you, ” he said, moving his gaze to where he was looking before, Kirishima followed the direction in which he was looking and spotted you.

You were out in the scorching sun, moving huge pots of flowers around the front of your store.

Grinning he looked back at his superior “why are you looking at me like that” Tamaki said, not liking the way Kirishima smiled at him, he knew something.

“You got a crush don’t ya boss?” Kirishima proceeded to repeatedly poke his bosses arm, annoying him.

“fuck of” Tamaki flustered, turned around avoiding Krishima’s graze, maybe he did have a small crush.

“hey boss” Kirishima scooted his chair closer to Tamaki “after our mission why don’t ya go get her number hmm? Who knows you might even get a date” he said grabbing his bosses shoulder and shaking it as he told him to man up.

* * *

He broke out of thoughts feeling the pads of your fingers linger over his palm.

“Is this okay?” you kneeled in front of him, placing the safety kit on your lap concentrating on the task at hand.

“Y-yeah” you looked up, worrying that you might have hurt him accidentally, instead of seeing him wince in pain you were faced with a blushing yakuza.

Not knowing how to react you quickly lower your gaze and continue working on the task at hand.

“You're good at this,” he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

“Huh, oh yeah i guess,” you let out a nervous laugh, “I used to volunteer as a nurse in hospitals back when I was in college, at one point in my life i wanted to become a doctor or nurse, to help people like pro-heroes did but then i lost interest in the subject and started to like other things so i opened up a flower shop,” you bit your lip realizing you might have over shared, “sorry that was to much wasn't it?” he smiled.

Shaking his head no, he looked at you warmly making you feel weird inside. As the two of you continued to talk, you learned more about him, nothing too personal but enough to make you feel like maybe just maybe you were starting to become friends.

“Alright all done, Tamaki” giving him a bright smile as you got up. He looked at his bandaged hand, smiling “Thank you, Y/n”. He got up from his seat, bidding you goodbye after apologizing for the inconvenience he caused, and walked towards the front door.

“Wait Tamaki!!!” you ran towards the front door hoping he hadn't left already, opening the door you called out for him once again, he stops and turns to look at you, confused as to why you called him.

“Y/n? What happened, are you okay?” he waited for you to catch your breath “yeah i'm fine i just,, i wanted to give you something” the tips of your ear started to burn as you felt a blush creep in, you handed him a purple lily.

Dumbstruck at the present he stayed quiet, smiling shyly as he reached for the purple flower, his fingers grazing you for a second, blushing he thanked you for the gift “ but why?” he asked, finally gaining the confidence to look at you.

You were smiling softly, a light blush spread on your cheeks “it reminded me of you,” you looked at him “and it's pretty like you” you said mentally cursing at yourself for voicing your inner thoughts, and for blushing harder.

Before the tomato looking man could say anything else, you ran back into your shop waving him goodbye.

* * *

Six months ago today, you were ‘kidnapped’ by the notorious Suneater. Your life hasn’t changed much since, you still wake up everyday at 8 am, you still drink the same type of coffee, and you still come back home at 8 pm.

But there was one thing that was significantly different, everyday at noon Tamaki would present himself in front of your store.

At first, it started with him coming to your shop, waiting outside debating whether he was coming in or not.

You would stay in the back of your cash register, listening to him mumbling to himself “common just go say hi that’s all you can do! Common just like you did with kirishima” you giggled.

But without a word he would leave. Disappointed you waited for the next day, maybe then he’ll talk to you.

The next week, he finally came in the store, (with the push of a spiky redhead) he wandered around before picking up a single rose, and came to the cash.

Ever since that day, he started to come more often and stayed longer talking to you about everything and nothing.

Slowly, his visits at the store became more constant just like his presence in your life.

“Are you here to buy something or to see me?” you winked at him going in the store, leaving a flustered indigo haired man behind.

He followed you inside, taking a deep breath calming his racing heart.

“Do you like me?” you asked casually as you picked up boxes from the front desk. Eyes wide Tamaki looked at you and gulps nervously before speaking “I-um I...w-well actually”

‘Fuck was I that obvious?’ He mentally screams at himself.

You laugh at his panicked expression “I’m just kiddin Tama, you don’t need to worry, come on help me with these boxes” you say grabbing his hand drawing circles trying to calm him, but it didn’t. It made him even more red and made his heart beat so fast he thought it was going to come out of his chest.

And sometime along the way, you had begun to fall for him too.

* * *

Breaking you out of your day dream you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, you grabbed the intruders hand and twisting your body as fast you could ready to attack.

You lowered your hard after seeing your crush.

“Not bad, Y/n” he showed you the bag of food he was holding “you’ve improved I’m impressed” Tamaki said pressing his hand on your lower back pushing you towards the front door of your apartment complex.

Oh yeah you had also started to take self defense lessons from Tamaki once he found out about your bluff about knowing how to fight. From that day he took it upon himself to teach you how to defend yourself in case you were abducted by another Yakuza.

“Didn’t you have a meeting today with the Kyoto group?” you opened the door to your small apartment where you guys would often hang out “how did it go” you asked taking off your shoes.

“It was alright i guess, they wanted to make a deal” he spoke calmly and went to set the table for the two of you. You hummed at his answer without further questioning him because nothing good ever comes with dealing with the Mafia.

The two of you silently enjoyed the Takoyaki brought by Tamaki.

“Can you pass me a napkin?” you observed as he manifested a tentacle thanks to his quirk and handed you a napkin.

“Hey Tama” you rested your chopstsicks on your place, resting your head on your palm looking at him as he was midway of putting an octopus ball into his mouth, he hummed in response telling you to continue.

“With your quirk you can manifest everything you eat right?” nodding he put another ball into his mouth “so can you…” you wiggled in your seat regretting what you were about to ask, but you needed an answer it was a question that kept you up during many sleepless nights.

Confused at your sudden shyness he lifted an eyebrow at you, this was very out of character for you since you were usually pretty blunt “c-can you make your semen taste like chocolate?”

Tamaki choked on his food, spitting it out looking at you with a horrified face, you scoot closer to him waiting for his answer. Unable to look at you in the eyes he raised his head looking at the ceiling rubbing his hands on his face trying to calm the rush of heat he was feeling. “Taaaammmakii” you whined, tugging on his arm like a child begging him to answer you, he looked at you opening his mouth but then closing it going beet red.

“Ohhh did you do it” you giggled as he blushed even harder and hid his face in his hands and you laughed harder.

* * *

“what are we watching tonight?” Tamaki walked into your living dressed in gray sweatpants and a black shirt sitting on your sofa, poking you with his left foot.

It wasn’t often that you got to see Tamaki dress so casually due to his job most of the time he would wear expensive suits (which made him look very hot) but there was something about him dressing down that made your heart flutter.

It was nights like these you loved the most, nights when you do nothing but stay up all night watching movies still you passed out cuddling against Tamaki.

“hmm I don’t know” pouting as you looked through your nail polish wondering which color you should paint them next. Tamaki smiled and pointed towards the purple bottle.

“Then how about” he scanned through the list of shows and movies “this” he said finally stopping at Avatar the last air bender.

While one would expect Tamaki’s attention to be at the screen in front of him watching the show he picked out it wasn’t. He was much more interested watching you paint your nails. He watched as you stuck your tongue out while concentrating on not to make a mess.

She’s so cute

“didn’t you go for lunch with your friends today?” He asked his eyes glued to the tv, mouth slightly agape.

“oh yeah I did, it was fun” he hummed and laughed at something Soka said. “My friends kept asking me if we’re together yet” you laughed at the memory of your friends teasing to finally confess your feelings for the man.

“then why don’t we” not paying attention to what he was saying he continued to watch tv.

Wide eyed he looked at you when it finally hit him you looked back at him in shock from the sudden confession“i ..i mean if you want you haha” he panicked.

Grinning as you got up from your spot on the floor you climbed onto his lap. Tamaki’s face burned a deep shade of red as he tried his hardest to sink his head into the couch wanting it to swallow him whole.

“Hey tama look at me” you brought a hand to his cheeks caressing it softly, making him look at you as you leaned onto him giving him a kiss.

“I like you” he breathes out as you pull away from the kiss smiling at each other “will you go out with me?”.

You rest your forehead on his, catching your breath you nod “yes I will” he holds you tighter holding your body next to his never wanting to let you go.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, his lips brushing up against yours, you nod “i'll be mad if you didn't”

He captured your lips in a delicate kiss. The kiss slowly escalated, becoming more rough as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle exploring every nook of your mouth as you submit to him, soft moans erupt from your throat as he grabs your boob giving it a squeeze.

“Oh fuck” he moans grabbing your hips pressing it harder on his crotch as you continued to grind against him.

“Someone’s excited” you smirk against his neck making it, as you grab his clothed dick gasping at size. He was big.

Stopping your movements, he stared into your eyes softly, his hand coming to caresses your face “ are you okay with this if not we don’t need to go further” he reassured. Smiling, you took his hand and kissed it, “I want it Tamaki, I want you.”

He pulled your shirt over your head throwing somewhere in the room, eyes lingering on the lace white bra. His hand was quick to go back on your breast, squeezing it with such an eagerness that just made you wetter by seconds. Taking off the bra, he grabbed your left tit. Soon, your nipple was engulfed by his mouth, he eagerly sucked it letting the tip of his tongue roll around, making you release another moan as you grab his hair pulling him up attaching his lips with yours.

Tamaki’s tongue was back in you, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warm and sweetness of your mouth. He held your hips, lifting you up heading towards your bedroom.

Amajiki hovered over you, smiling softly, he leaned in sealing lips with yours; peppering your skin with his soft kisses and marking you all the way to your breast. His hand finally finding the soft flesh, he gave it a squeeze as his lips came in contact with your areola, you let a breathy moan as his tongue worked on teasing your erect nipples while his other hand massaged the other in pleasurable manner.

He lifted his head from your chest, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to your aching core. Spreading your thighs open, kissing the soft flesh slowly, he teasingly nips at your inner thigh marking you, ignoring the place you wanted him the most.

You grind your hips in the air, hoping it will get his attention, you whimper as he rubs circles on your clit over your underwear finally feeling some relief, you feel the cold air hit your wet core as he slides it off your legs.

“You’re so wet, bunny” he hummed in approval as he twirled his finger in your wetness, content that he was able to make you feel this good. “I bet you taste good too ” he murmures, his eyes darkening with lust, he props your legs into his wide shoulder.

Unable to wait any longer to taste you, he lowered his face to your folds, the feeling of his mouth on your lips, moaning as you pulled his hair telling him to continue. He moaned into you sending vibration to your core, he squeezed your thighs to signal that he understood, he ran his tongue along your dripping slit and plunged his tongue past you lips and shallowly thrusting it inside until he was lapping up your juices with fervor while you arched your back as you moaned his name “you taste so fucking good, bunny” he moaned as he grinned his hips on the mattrest revealing his arousal.

Addicted to the slight bitter but sweet taste that he continued to eat you with more force.

“Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck” your legs trembled.

He knew you were close, slowly he slipped the first finger in, your walls warm and welcoming clenched his finger as he pumped it in, adding another right after. His mouth finding your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, sending pleasure coursing through your body.

“A-amajiki don’t stop” your toes curl at the sensation of his fingers curling inside you, you breathlessly moan your mind going blank as pleasure takes over. Pulling on his hair as his mouth works on your clit while his fingers work their magic, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt from your lower stomach tightening, “Amajiki… i'm gonna-” before you can finish your sentence you feel the third finger slid in, you roll your eyes back feeling your walls stretch “Oh god, Tamaki”

Tamaki grinds his hips harder at the sounds coming out of your lips, his rock hard cock twitch in sweatpants “fuck” he groaned into your heat fingers slicked with your juices as he worked them in and out of you and lapped your sweet juices with his tongue “I love when you say my name,”.

“T-tama” you moaned bucking your hips on his face in search of release. Only a few moments later you came hard, with his face between your thighs and into his mouth. Your vision blurred as felt Tamaki continue to eat out even after cuming so hard. “Amajiki” you tried to get out of his grasp telling him that you’re too sensitive, he didn't move. He stayed there till you felt another wave of pleaser hit and you came into his mouth.

You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling as you felt euphoria, you watched Amajiki get up from his position between your thighs, get up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on his lips moaning as you felt his boner poking your inner thigh.

He pulls away from the kiss, whining at the loss of contact eyes following him as he gets off the bed. You watch him as he takes off his sweatpants revealing his black boxers which had a wet patch at the tip of his dick, drooling at the outline of his fat cock you imagined having it in your mouth fucking your troat till you became sore.

You get on your knees and start to crawl to where Tamaki was standing, pulling his briefs down until you were met with his painfully erect cock. Licking your lips you looked at him “can i suck your dick” he grabs your chin giving you a peck on the lips “sure, but not now” he says as he backs you up on the bed, laying you down as he starts to nip at your jaw “i wanna be inside you first” he whispers in your ear.

Tamaki separates your legs with his knee, placing himself between your thighs, stroking his dick as he brushes the head of his cock your wet centre. “Amaji-ah” you feel his tip rub against your entrance, but then backing away with flushed cheeks “baby… do you have any condoms” he rubs the back of his neck. It was moments like these where you would question how this man was a mafia leader.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him on top of you kissing him, “its okay im on the pill” you say kissing his face. He aligned himself with your dripping core, his length sliding against your folds and getting coated by your arousal. You shudder, hearing him grunt as he inserts his tip in, stretching you out. He then thrust his length in you, grunting as he felt your wall squeeze around him, once completely in he stayed still letting you adjust to his size, since he was on the bigger side.

You moaned, biting his shoulder as you felt him stretch out your walls, you felt full. “ oh no baby are you okay?” Tamaki cooed still inside of you as he whipped tears from your face “should we stop? Does it hurt?” It wasn't the first time that he had to pull out because he was too big during sex, as he got ready to pull out, you wrapped your legs around his waist kepping him in place “Tama i-its okay, it doesnt hurt, you’re just big” you kiss his cheeks giving him a okay to move as you grip his shoulders” as he slowly began to move.

“Fuck youre so tight baby, you feel so f-fucking good” he let out a groan thrusting even deeper in you.

“Holy shit, your pussy feels so good” he moans in your mouth, picking up the pace. Your mouth drops open and you watch his brow furrow as he slips deeper into you, and fills you up. He continues to push until he finally bottoms out, he pants out a heavy breath that he's been holding out. Your eyes flutter but you fight to keep them open, and your arms wrap around his torso to grip his back.

“oh god Amajik” you moan, hips moving to match his thrust “feels so good”

“Yeah?” he pants out, moving at a steady pace, and you nod in response.

Admiring how he looks on top you, lips pink and swollen from your kisses parted as soft moans and grunts pass them. His eyes dark, looking at you with insatiable hunger that told you that he was holding back.

“Amajiki harder” you whimper, “fuck me harder.”

He pauses for a second, studying your face to make sure he was hearing this well. His breath stuttered before he let out a shaky breath.Then his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold and he started snapping his hips as hard as he could into yours.

Your eyes roll back at the force of his hips slapping against yours. His nails dug into your supple skin and it stung but you didn’t bother to care because the feeling of him stroking along your sensitive walls was too overwhelming.

“Fuck baby” he gruffly let’s put “you’re making me feel so good”

Clenching around his words, you feel more of your juices coating him as he fucks you harder into the mattress.

“You like it?” he pants “ is my cock making you feel good, baby”

You nod. You couldn’t speak properly, not with the way his hips seemed to increase their speed and hit you deeper with each thrust.

“Use your words, bunny” he grunts into your ear. He releases your hips in favor of gripping your thighs, pausing to shift onto his knees and have a better handle of you and angle his hips just right. “You love it don’t you? You love it when I fuck you with my cock?”

“Yes” you moan “i love it, i love your cock”

“Your close aren’t you? I can feel the way you keep clenching around my cock,”

“Oh god I’m close tama, don’t stop” you say when the thrust abruptly stops when he pulls out of you, and you whimper in shock and desperation. But he doesn’t allow you a second to question him before he’s gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach lifting your ass up. He spanks your ass and you squeal in surprise but it morphs into a moan when he shifts your hips to position himself behind you properly. He’s slipping inside you with ease, and you’re back where you left off.

Trailing a hand from your back, all the way to your head he gripped your hair, pulling your head back to capture lips with his.

His mouth on your neck kissing his way to your ear, nibbling on it before he continued spewing filthy phrases in your ear that had you whining in blinding pleasure.

“You're taking it so well, baby. Now be a good girl and cum on my cock” he pants in your ear.

His hand finds your engorged clit, rubbing vigorously as he snapped his hips faster. Your mouth dropped open but no sounds came out, your voice was gone as you felt the pleasure rapidly increasing and the heat in your tummy growing larger and larger until it finally exploded.

“oh tamaki” you moaned “ fuck, I’m cumming.” You called out his name breathlessly as if it was a mantra as you felt yourself come undone all over him.

Amajiki groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, chasing after his own. After a few deep thrusts he stops and gripping your hips as he feels himself shooting his release in you.

He stays inside for a while and you feel him kiss on your along your spine, whispering soft nothings. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty.

Unable to move your body, you let yourself fall into the mattress resting your head on your pillow.

“Tired” you hear tamaki leaning against the headboard of your bed. He pulls your limp body making you hover over his lap, your back against his chest “but i'm not done with you baby” he bites your shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock on your entrance lubricating it with both of your juices.

“Yeah that’s right watch yourself as I fuck you” he says starring right at you through the mirror. You watched him as he slipped himself inside you with ease.

He held your hips keeping you in place as you watched his length disappear in you with each hard thrust.

“Oh my god” your moan feeling the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. “Are you gonna cum baby?” Amajiki grunts going faster, you nod grabbing his thighs to help you steady as you start to move your hips to match his pace as you feel your 4th orgasm approach.

“Look at you bouncing on my dick like a good little slut” he growled in your ear, his hands wrapped around your throat choking you “come for me slut” with a couple more thrust both of you came undone.

Breathing heavily as you calmed from your high, you got off his lap and sat beside him leaning on the headboard.

You looked ahead seeing both of your reflections in the mirror; cheeks flushed and swollen lips.

Tamaki turned towards you smiling as he caressed your face leaning for a kiss.

“You're amazing, you know that?” you smiled at him, finding him adorable in his fucked out state.

“So are you,” you said, returning the kiss.

Tamaki gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom to get something to clean both of you up. You manage to keep your eyes open, smiling as you see Tamaki’s naked butt as he leaves the room. Reaching out your hand imagining to squish it.

You close your eyes letting the sleep take you over when you something cold on your inner thighs opening your eyes only to see Tamaki cleaning you off.

You feel the bed dip from Tamaki’s weight, you turn around laying on your back facing your lover. Smiling at him you wrap your arms around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck inhaling his sent mixed with sweat and sex.

“You're gonna be sore tomorrow” he places a kiss on the crown of your head “don't blame me for it though it was you who wanted it” he tries to mimic your moans from earlier. “Shut up” you say playfully slapping his chest he let out a low chuckles holding you tighter ready to let sleep take over.

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