#did pom know it was him? probably

[musubiki]

the other beta version of mochi and limes post-timeskip reunion is that he actually does find her on his own. after years of taking witch-related missions, tracking down leads, investigating new developments and hints that came up, etc

where one day, wherever mochi is hiding at the time, pom becomes alert all of a sudden, and goes "...the m34th is here."

[box-of-roses]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Dolled Up‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Characters: Daichi, Oikawa, Kita, Daisho, Kuroo, Bokuto, Ushijima

Warnings: fem! Dressed reader for Oikawa

Synopsis: How the captains of Haikyuu would react to you dressed up cheering for him

a/n: This literally came in my head because of how I dressed up for the Haikyuu movie today, so I hope you got a laugh out of it

Daichi

Blushy McGee over here

But also, like so proud??? Like Hell yeah that’s my partner!

He only notices you after the match ends, the moment he sees you his face turns red so quick. Suga immediately takes the chance to make fun of him as you wave and do a small spin showing off your outfit. It’s his missing jersey, not missing anymore, black shorts, and shoes that he can’t see yet that have beads that spell his name on them. Of course, the piece de resistance. His number on your face.

 He feels frozen in place. Gods, you were so cute. He’s almost glad that he didn’t see you earlier. But there’s also the part of him that wishes he had seen you earlier. He thinks he might’ve played harder. You rushing down to give him a hug makes it all the better. “Daichi!” You say happily and wrap your arms around his middle. He happily wraps his own around you as well. 

The minute the two of you are alone he’s hiding his face in the crook of your neck 

You definitely tease him about his red face

Asks if you’re planning on doing this next game and he can’t help but get a little excited when you say yes

Oikawa

The one who acts like it doesn’t affect him, but everyone knows better

Sees you, has to do a double take, and he almost misses his serve

It’s his first serve of the game and Oikawa looks around to find you. What he doesn’t expect to find is you dressed to the nines. He’s not entirely sure where you got it (Iwaizumi because he wanted to see the reaction and laugh at Oikawa about it) but there you are in one of his jerseys, his extra practice jacket, a blue miniskirt, a sign that says ‘My Boyfriend is the Setter (The best one obviously), bracelets he can’t quite makes out from here, and his number on your cheek. 

He hears the whistle blow and thinks ‘Fuck’ as he tries to prepare for his serve. Iwaizumi caught the whole thing and hopes someone got it on video (Someone did). He serves and it barely goes over the net and he takes a deep breath. 

Once Iwaizumi gets the video it’s kept in safe keeping on multiple USBs 

Oikawa refuses to admit that it did anything to him

Gives you his spare jersey for every game now though

Kita

Probably one of the few that actually doesn’t have much of a reaction (on the outside)

Since he doesn’t play much in games when he sees you, he just gives you a smile

Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna try and tease him about it but he’s just sitting there like ‘And?’

After the match is over you run over to Kita. Number on cheek, Pom Poms in hand, and of course, the jersey you had previously asked to borrow on your person. “You did so good!” Your bracelets jingle as you move your hands excitedly. Kita’s name is on one surrounded by hearts and on the back is the number one. You pull out another bracelet from your bag and hand it to him. It has your name on it. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” you say sheepishly. 

Suna is standing off to the side with his phone out recording the whole thing. And he’s glad he did otherwise he might’ve missed the blush on his captain’s cheeks as he took the bracelet and put it on. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

Kita later asks Suna to send him the video and the resulting photos he also took

The photos are now his lock screen and home screen*

Daisho

Also, one to have to do a double take

Asks to take a photo for his lockscreen which gets you blushing (perfect for his lockscreen)

He’s also one of the lucky few who sees you after the game. He also saw the sign you were holding. ‘My boyfriend is better than your’s, he’s a captain’ with printed out candids of him playing volleyball and one of you two in a small heart in the corner. 

Definitely one to tease you 

“Oh? Had to stake your claim on me?”

Kuroo

One of the unfortunate few to see you during the game

Completely misses one of his blocks and the ball hits him in the face

Kuroo wishes he had seen you a few minutes later. After they had won the set. Or better yet after Nekoma had won the whole game. Instead, he’s unlucky and catches you when he’s mid-block, your voice rang out in support, and he got distracted. Seeing you in a stark white jersey with his number, his name. He also suspects that’s where his extra set of warm up pants went as he can spot just a little bit of red peeking out. Once he gets hit in the face with the ball he’s reminded that he is in fact playing volleyball right now. 

Kenma finds the video online and plays it when he feels bad

You tell him you found it charming that you still have that effect on him, and he melts

He asks you to wear it more often

Bokuto

Akaashi is actually the one to notice you first

Bokuto is the last to see you and only does when he gets really sad about being blocked so much

Akaashi points you out to cheer him up

As you see Bokuto get upset by how many spikes he’s missed you move closer to the bar in the stadium. Akaashi noticed you much earlier and not even he is able to cheer Bokuto up. Once he points you out though you raise your poster higher and scream his name. “You’ve got this Ko!” You wave your sign with a smile. 

‘My Boyfriend is the best ace and captain ever!’ is what it says with a few photos of his best shots you had found online. Once he sees you, he immediately lights up. “You’re right! I am the best!” He’s back to his usual self with a ‘Hey, Hey, Hey’ 

Once he gets a closer look at your outfit at home, he’s smothering your face with kisses

He tells you how helpful you were in cheering him up

Akaashi messages you later asking you to ‘Please do this at all of our games.’ 

Ushijima

Another unbothered on the outside king

He may not fully get why you did it until you tell him he’s happy about it

He sees you after a service ace, he spots you in the stands. Your loud cheer makes him smile softly before he gets serious again. You’re zipped up in his practice jacket and a pair of your own Shiratorizawa sweatpants and although you don’t have a sign everyone knows he’s your boyfriend. Your cheering makes him happy, but he plays his best no matter if you’re watching or not. 

Asks Tendo to help him change his wallpaper so it’s the two of you

Tendo does him one better and takes a live photo of you giggling at something as the lockscreen and the two of you as his homescreen

Ushi tells you that you look nice

When you ask if it’s something he wants you to do for all of his games he just replies “I just need you there”

I hope you guys liked it; it was a very spur of the moment thing so sorry if it's not good!!! My requests are open although I unfortunately go through them at a snail's pace

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[magpiepills]

Put It In, Coach

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Warnings: SMUT!! The girthiest age gap (18 & 56), consensual but extremely unethical sexual relationship, pervert Joel, power imbalance, dubcon (due to said power imbalance) but I assure you reader is of legal age and enthusiastically consents. piv, oral (m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, semi-innocent reader, blackmail, creampie, twist ending, possibly dark Joel.

A word from the author: This is a repost! Listen, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. That is fine. Please don’t feel obligated to interact with this fic even if we are friends. It will be fine. I am posting this without making eye contact with anyone.

What is more important in a small Texas town than the high school football team?

Nothing, if you asked most anyone, including of course, head Lions football coach, Joel Miller- Coach Miller, that is. He had lead the team to numerous state titles, securing donations to the football program and filled display cases with trophies and framed team photos. Several former players had even gone on to play in the NFL.

Yeah, Coach Miller is a big deal.

You feel lucky when during your senior year the cheerleading team has to share practice space with the football team. Honored when Coach Miller helps your squad with conditioning. While the football team runs drills, he’s monitoring your time on the treadmill, checking your form during lunges, and helping you really lean into your stretches. He’s so helpful and encouraging. “That’s it, girls, get those knees up! Hustle!” He yelled as he watched you run by in your little shorts and sports bra. The one you took to wearing when you knew he might see.

Coach Miller knew a thing or two about cheerleading too, and he helped your coach to develop a cheer routine. You always blushed when his rough, steadying hands gripped your bare legs or circled your waist to help direct you. You saw how the other girls exchanged looks, but

Coach Miller had experience, he obviously knew enough about cheer. He knew what got crowds excited and lifted team morale. You beamed when he clapped and tucked his clipboard under his arm as you balanced on your teammates shoulders, one knee lifted high, both arms aloft, Pom-poms rustling in the hot Texas breeze. You felt butterflies that fluttered from your stomach down to your throbbing pussy. “Atta girl. You got it!” He praised.

The fawning newspaper articles never mentioned how handsome Coach Miller is. He’s probably in his fifties but you didn’t care. The other girls rolled their eyes, called him an old man. You liked the gray in his hair and beard. You liked the way his body was still so broad and strong, even if his belly was a little softer than it used to be. You liked the way his forearm flexed as he lifted the whistle to blow and get everyone’s attention. “Alright, boys go hit the showers, girls you stay and finish stretching.” Your cheer coach was busy with Megan and Lindsay and Tiffany, so you did your best to go through the regimen on your own.

You stood and twisted at your waist, first to one side, then the other. You spread your legs wide and bent deep to touch your toes, keeping your spine loose. You wanted him to see. “Ugh. He’s watching us.” You heard behind you. “He’s such a creep. He’s like a hundred years old.” “Yeah and you remember what happened with Monica. Nobody’s going to say shit to him.” You listened to the other girls talking, and tried to ignore them. Of course there were rumors about Coach that passed though the girls at school. They were probably just mad that he wasn’t giving them the time of day.

It was easy to forget the other girls and their hateful gossip when you saw that handsome man across the field. You stood and dabbed your shoulder. You winced and rubbed it, drawing the attention of Coach Miller. He jogged over, the muscles of his thighs rippling under his khaki shorts, belly rounding slightly under his royal blue polo shirt, and whistle bouncing as he made his way to you. “What’s ’a matter, sweetheart?” Care and concern painted his dark features, furrowing his brow. “It’s just my shoulder, Coach. I don’t know, it just is pretty sore.” You pouted up at him, giving him your best helpless face. He hummed and nodded. “You girls go on and get cleaned up, we’re done for today. I’ll let your coach know. I gotta deal with this.” He gestured to you, and you bowed your head sheepishly. The rest of the girls scoffed and muttered as they gathered their bags, shooting you looks of disdain and perhaps pity. Good riddance to them.

“Thank you Coach.” You said softly, bashfully. “C’mon, I got an ice pack in my office. Can’t let our rising star get hurt, can we?” You relished his attention. The hallways leading to his office were dark and empty, at 5:30 on a Friday, everyone had gone home. Once inside his office you sat on his desk, cluttered with papers and Gatorade bottles. You swung your legs and leaned back on your palms, letting the hem of your top ride up to expose a sliver of your belly. You hoped he would notice the way it was snug against your breasts. His office smelled like sweat and Lysol, but photos and framed newspaper clippings covered the walls. You used your phone to cover the framed photo on his desk of him and his wife and kid.

When Coach Miller returned with the ice pack, he found you innocently playing with the hem of your short cheer skirt. He hesitated, taking in your long, bare legs, smooth and pretty. He followed the line of them up to where they disappeared under that damn skirt, he wondered what he might find if he flipped it up. Wondered if you had on those little white panties he had seen once when you were practicing cartwheels with the other girls. He wasn’t stupid man. He knew that some of you young girls had little crushes on him. He'd be a liar if he said it didn’t stroke his ego or that he hadn’t jerked off more than a few times behind his locked office door. He would never, ever admit to a few consensual dalliances with a few girls. Always over 18, but always so young and beautiful and eager to please. Was it wrong? When they wanted him? Joel preferred to think of it as a perk of the job.

“Where’s it hurtin’, honey?” Coach Miller asked, his voice much more tender than he ever used with the boys on his football team.

“My shoulder, coach. It’s sore.” He made a sympathetic sound and slowly, carefully began to run his big hands over your arms. “Can you hold ‘em up for me? Good girl.” You held your arms out to the side and he palpated your shoulders, stepped back to look you over, checking for you didn’t know what. It didn’t matter. Your shoulder didn’t really hurt.

Joel frowned. “What is it coach? Is it bad? Your voice was small and wavering.

“No, darlin’ it’s just that I can’t get a good feel for your rotator cuff cause your shirt’s in the way.”

“Oh..”

“Well, here’s the thing, you know we got that big game comin��� up and your coach won’t let ya cheer if you’re hurt. Really would be best if I could just check it out. If nothin’s wrong we ain’t gotta worry your coach over it.” He winked at you conspiratorially.

“What if I just…I could just take this off.” You tried to sound casual. Like it was the most normal thing for an eighteen year old to be topless in a room alone with a 56 year old woodshop teacher/football coach.

“That’s what the boys all do, sugar. Ain’t a big deal, but I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable. I can just go get your coach and she can check ya out.”

There was no way you wanted your coach thinking you were injured. Not when you were gunning for a cheerleading scholarship. Missing any games now was out of the question.

“We don’t need to bother her, Coach Miller. I trust you.”

Joel nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell ya what- I’ll give ya a towel to cover up with. How’s that?”

“Sounds good, Coach. Just, could you help me unzip?” You gave him a little smile over your shoulder and held your hair out of the way for him to drag the zipper down.

Joel stifled a groan when he realized you didn't have a bra on under your little top. His cock was already beginning to swell in his shorts. You shrugged off the blue and yellow top of your uniform and clutched the tiny towel he handed you to your chest. “Is this good, Coach Miller?”

“Yeah that’s good. Real good. Arms straight up, now. Gotta check your rotator cuff.”

You did as he asked, and the towel slipped to your lap and he rubbed and squeezed at your shoulders, peeking over to catch a glimpse of your bare tits. They were so pretty, your hard little nipples making his mouth water.

“Good news. I don’t think it’s anything serious. A little massage and rest is probably all ya need. Couple ibuprofen.”

You thanked him, half heartedly bringing the towel to cover your chest again.

“Just one thing though, I noticed there’s not a current physical on file for you. You know, they take that stuff real serious. I know you’ve been workin’ real hard all year, I think you’ve got real potential and I’d hate for you to throw that away over a little form. If you want, I can give ya a quick check and it’ll be our little secret.”

“Gosh, Coach. You’d really do that for me?”

You knew damn well your physical was on file. You had taken it to the office yourself. It was something you’d been doing every year since you started playing sports in junior high.

“Yeah, won’t take but a minute. Don’t want ya getting in any trouble.”

You sighed gratefully. “Thanks Coach Miller. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Go on and hop up on my desk and I’ll make this quick and easy.”

He moved your arms one at a time, feeling for proper movement. He had you step on a scale and measured your height and weight, commenting that you were “full grown.” He had you bend forward and touch your toes, sliding his fingertips up the length of your spine to check for scoliosis, but taking the opportunity to admire the way your skirt rode up to expose just a bit of your panties, just barely brushing his hard cock over your ass. “Oops!” You dropped the towel, dramatically covering your tits with your hands, squeezing them together.

Joel looked at the form he was half-assing and scribbled on it, before sitting it aside and clearing his throat. “You uh, you do your regular self exams?”

“Self exams?” you blinked at him innocently, hiding the smirk that threatened to break through.

“Breast exams, sweetheart. Gotta make sure everything is like it’s supposed to be. Real important to check. Maybe I better show you how. Why don’t you lay down there and put your arms over your head for me?”

You did as he asked, lying back on his desk and didn’t bother hiding your lustful stare and he slid both hands up your rib cage to cup the underside of your breasts. He squeezed gently, kneading the supple flesh. “You’re doing great, baby.” You whined as he worked his way around your nipples, watching intently as they hardened. “Almost done.” He pinched at your nipples, making you squirm, he pulled gently, and rubbed them under his thumbs before squeezing your tits once more. “I think that’ll do.”

But he didn’t take his hands from you. He ran them over your chest, down your sternum, over your belly to the band of your skirt. He gripped your hips through the rough fabric, forgetting himself, or dropping the act. Either way, he found himself staring at the wet spot on your exposed panties. You bent your knees and rested your heels on the edge of Coach Miller’s desk. “Let’s see if he can resist this!” You’d thought, delighted with the way your plan was working.

Joel had his fair share of girls throwing themselves at him over the years, but you certainly took the cake. In half an hour you’d gone from a shy school girl to a sex starved slut right on his desk. It had been so easy, maybe too easy. Give you a little attention, some praise you weren’t getting at home, some touches like he knew the dumbass boys on his team weren’t going to learn about for another eight to ten years. Joel loved it when his plans worked.

“Something you need, baby?”

“Mhm. My backs kinda stiff. Maybe you could help stretch me. Get me loosened up.”

“This help?” Joel placed his hands on your knees and pushed them up, gently rolling your lower spine as he stood between your legs.he lowered them, letting your covered pussy brush against his rock hard cock, then repeated the motion, pushing your knees a little further each time.

“Feels so good, Coach.” You breathed, hands gripping the sides of his desk.

“Gonna open your hips up, you’re bein’ such a good girl.” He pushed again, letting your knees fall to the side, spreading you wide open. You could feel the way your panties clung wetly to your aching pussy, rendered nearly transparent by the slick that started seeping from you the minute you entered Coach Miller’s office.

Joel couldn’t play this dumb game with you anymore. He squeezed your plush thighs and pushed them down, dragging his thumb over the soaked gusset of your underwear. “I think ya got a bigger problem than a stiff back. Looks like you’re really hurtin’ right here. How long has this pussy been needin taking care of?”

Finally! “All day, Coach. I really need help to make it feel better.”

Joel’s finger slipped under the fabric to slide over your puffy lips.

“I got some other massages and stretches that’ll make this all better. Do you want that?”

“Yes, please! Please Coach.” You nearly shouted at him. If he didn’t do something soon you’d have to try to climb on top of him and just take what you needed. It’s not like you couldn’t see how hard his cock had been since the minute you got your tits out. He was a creep and everybody knew it, but he was too handsome to resist and if his bulging erection was any indication, well…

“Gotta get these panties off.” You lifted your hips for him to slide them off, then stretched your legs and demonstrated your flexibility by pulling your ankles down and holding your legs wide open for him. “Goddamn. Look at this. You do want this, don’t ya? Got so damn wet on my desk from just gettin your tits touched. Are all the girls on your team so slutty?” He marveled at how wet you were, slipping his fingers from your entrance up and around your clit, tapping your pussy firmly with the flat of his hand and groaning at the sticky slapping sounds.

His index finger teased at your opening while his thumb rubbed over your clit. Flames licked at your belly. “Just slutty for you, Coach. Need a real man.”

“Yeah? You need a real man?” He emphasized his words by sinking two thick fingers into you, “I’ll show ya what a real man can do for you, but you ain’t ever gonna be happy with a boy again.” He pumped his fingers into you and to your shock, dripped spit directly from his mouth to your clit. The slip made the sensation even more intense, and you squeezed his fingers as your orgasm crested. “Good, huh? Well, we ain’t done. I got a little more stretching for this tight little cunt.” You’d never heard anyone talk so crudely. You loved it. “Fuck yes, Coach, please. Please!”

Joel’s eyes snapped up from where he was watching his fingers disappear into your pussy. “Watch your language.” You whined and bucked your hips, eager for what you hoped was coming next. Joel worked a third finger into your pussy, the stretch stung and radiated, but faded into a pleasant feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. Not with your inexperienced conquests.

Satisfied that he’d prepared you well enough, Joel hastily unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor, weighed down by his wallet and keys. You watched as he tugged his turgid member, the biggest you’d ever seen. “C’mere. Get on your knees a minute. I know you know how to do that.”

“You want me to suck your cock, Coach Miller?”

He huffed at you, amused at your innocent act.

“Open your mouth.” You opened wide and took him deep, gasping and bobbing your head over his tip, hollowing your cheeks. You looked up at him and took him as deep as possible, relishing in the look of devastation that washed over him as you gagged and drooled.

Joel muttered something you didn’t hear before he pulled you off his cock by your hair. “Bend over the desk. Come on.” You did as he asked, and he slicked his cock with your abundant arousal, slapping the head on your ass a couple times, then held the base of his cock in one hand, and gripped your hip with the other. Slow and steady he pushed into you, taking his time until he was fully sheathed, hips flush against your ass. He waited there, leaning his forehead against your back and reaching under you to grab your tit.

“So fucking tight. Tightest pussy I think I ever felt. You’re not a virgin are you?” You shook your head. You weren’t a virgin. He was your third. He was your biggest and best. It would be hard to top him, you mused until he dragged his length out of you and slammed back in with more force. He did that a few times- pull out slow, slammin hard. Slow, hard, slow, hard. Then he switched it up, pushing your knee up into the desk he favored slow, deep strokes so he could watch how your pussy gripped him and sucked him back in, wetting his cock with your slick, so wet it dripped down to his balls.

He smacked your ass, leaving handprints on the unblemished flesh. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that. Taking this cock so good. Feel ya squeezing me so tight. Cock hungry little slut making me fuck her. Fuckin beggin for this dick.” He gritted filth through clenched teeth. You reached down to rub your clit, and let your hand wander further, feeling where your bodies joined, stretching your fingers to catch his balls as he pounded mercilessly into you. He smacked your ass hard, then reached up to hold your shoulders and his movements became uneven. “Coach, please! Please, come in my little pussy!” You’d heard that in porn and thought it sounded good.

Joel’s eyes squeezed shut tight as he let go, filling you with rope after rope of cum. You moaned, feeling him pulsing deep inside.

There was no kiss afterward. No hugging, no cuddling. Joel handed you the little towel to clean up with, Carter he watched his spend drip out of your wrecked pussy and onto the fabric of your skirt. He wished he had a picture of it. You wiped away what you could and put your shirt back on, your panties had disappeared and at 6:15 there was no time to look for them now. Coach Miller promised he would find them for you. You gathered your phone and backpack. He squeezed your shoulder as he walked you out to the main hallway and cleared his throat. “You know, if anyone found out about this, it could ruin your shot at any kind of scholarship. You might not even get into college at all. Now, I know you young girls make mistakes and I’m not going to tell anyone as long as you keep up your grades and your practice. If I hear about ya being a slut, though, I’ll have to inform the principal for your own good. Don’t make me do something we would both regret, sweetheart. Ya understand?”

“Yes, Coach. I understand.”

Joel breathed a sigh of relief. He had seven years until he could retire. He wasn’t sure how many more pretty little seniors would come sniffing around, but he thought maybe he should try to stop giving in to every doe eyed little slut that came along. Oughta try other ways of keeping his dick wet.

On Monday Joel was at his desk, drinking coffee, making out a supply request form for his woodshop lesson plan when his phone chimed. A message from an unknown number had sent an attachment. He squinted at the screen, and froze in horror when he saw his own face looking back at him, he was perfectly framed in the shot, a still from a video, and there you were, smiling at the camera underneath him. The message that followed was short. “See you after practice, Coach.”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Private Affairs

Author's Note: This was just supposed to be a random thirst, but my hands wouldn't leave the keyboard 😵‍💫 Part 2 coming later today!

Pairings: Dan Heng x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Dan Heng, breeding kink, Dan Heng's hole is referred to as "pussy, cunt, & boypussy", implied Caelus/Dan Heng/Reader at the end

For once, Dan Heng was thankful that the door to his room could be locked. While he normally had no problem with people visiting out of the blue, well… if anyone walked in at this very moment, they'd probably find themselves at the end of his spear.

So, of course, the usual occupants of the Astral Express would need his assistance. Every last one of them, to be more precise.

The first to stop by is March 7th. Her perky voice chirps just outside of the room; “Hey, Dan Heng, are you busy? I need your opinion on something!”

“Y-yeah– a little busy right now. Can it wait?”

There's a strain in his voice that's not normally present. March picks up on the change immediately, questioning in a suspicious tone. “Are you feeling ok? You sound funny…”

She can't see it, but she can almost feel Dan Heng roll his eyes. “I am… I'm just– unf~ mm~ just searching for something in the archives…” His chest bangs into the wall, and from his parted lips flows a noise that he prays his friend didn't hear. “AaAAaaHhhH~ Something deep in the archives… oh fuck–!”

She eventually leaves, though she has to be reassured a few times. What she also didn't see was her friend pressed up against the wall on the other side of the door, biting his sleeve and digging his fingers into the wall while you—Dan Heng's good ol' pal—breed his hole.

You're still holding onto his waist when Pom Pom rushes up to the door, shouting something about the lighting in the cars…?

“I-I'll be out there to look at it in a bit…” Dan Heng stutters, hoping the lop-eared conductor will take that as a sufficient answer.

Just as soon as you hear their little footsteps disappear, you're sliding back inside, dead set on emptying another load into your "friend's" boypussy.

In typical Dan Heng fashion, he's chastising you about "getting caught" or "someone hearing you" and "you're such a pervert". But as he's saying all of these things, he's still not stopping you from pounding his cunt — in fact, he's even giving you orders to "at least fuck me like you mean it".

As luck would have it, Himeko passes by next — who most likely hears the sickening slick noises of your dick as it breaches new territory, going even deeper into Dan Heng's fucked out hole.

“Dan Heng, is everything alright…?”

This time, you have to answer, because if your "good friend" dares to speak right now, something other than words would spill out. “Heeeyy Himeko! We're a little busy at the moment. Did you need something?”

The knowing smile on her lips comes through as she hums “Oh, it's nothing. Don't let me interrupt~”

Well…at least you can count on her not to rat either of you out…

Even with the countless interruptions, you've managed to keep a bruising pace — you even have Dan Heng on the cusp of becoming nonverbal. His perfect ass bounces with your rough thrusts, taking your cock like a perfect little angel.

You lift his leg up, and with this new angle you're able to slam into his prostate. The garbled sounds pushing their way out of him—as well as his cunt clenching down on your cock—drive you mad, and you end up breeding him again just as Welt stops by–

“Dan Heng, hello?” Everything comes to a halt — Dan Heng's cock slaps against his stomach as you shove your dick all the way inside, plugging him up and forcing him to stand on his tiptoes. His eyes cross, and before he can moan so loudly the entire train would be able to hear it, you cover his mouth.

“Yes?” you reply.

“Y/n? Is Dan Heng with you?”

You feel your cock throb, and you're sure Dan Heng does too. You can also feel the heavy amount of cum stuck inside of him—unable to drip out with your dick still inside. His hole grips your shaft tightly, and you suppress a groan before answering the man outside of the door; “Yeah, he's sorta focused on looking up something.”

No indication that Welt suspects anything. “I see. If you could both find me later, there's something I wanted to show you. It's no rush.” His footsteps fade back to the parlor car.

Dan Heng gradually slumps against the wall, held up only by your tight grip in his hair and the other hand on his waist. Not even the energy to glare at you as he whines.

Another set of footsteps approaches — your last visitor is none other than Caelus. What absolute perfect timing.

Caelus knocks on the door, sounding surprised when your voice is the one that greets him. “Hey, trailblazer, need something?”

“Just looking for Dan Heng. Is he in there?”

“Sure is. You can come in.” you reach over and unlock the door with an audible clunk.

!!!!!!

“O-oh! I um…” the silver haired man stares at his two friends. Dan Heng — flushed and whining. His dick still dripping a bit of cum onto the floor. And you — a little worn out, but cocky as you remain buried inside of Mr. Cold Dragon Young, with a creamy ring around the base of your cock.

Caelus' hands shake as he fumbles for the door handle, but it's no use. You slide Dan Heng's door shut and lock it again, finally speaking in an expectant tone. “Well—gonna stand there like a deer in headlights, or do you wanna help me clean up?”

[churinzie]

Much Needed Rest. .

SYNOPSIS: wouldn't it be lovely to just finally get the rest you were so deprived of?

CHARACTERS: dan heng x reader　╱　established relationship

A/N: mwah i conjured this up at 11pm cuz i keep seeing my boy sleeping in every single bit of fanart god bless

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

It was an almost cultural shock when Dan Heng had stepped foot off of the Express as soon as Pom Pom had announced that they were making a stop at the Xianzhou Luofu. You initially had no idea why your boyfriend  was acting so weary and suddenly seemed a bit more cautious than usual. But now, after learning everything, you can’t say that you were surprised.

It made sense that someone would be anxious about returning to their home after initially being banished there due to their past life.

Once you were actually aware of what Dan Heng had been through, you simply felt nothing but sympathy and remorse. It was definitely horrible to have been constantly referred to and compared to his past when he wasn’t that same person anymore. You couldn’t imagine how stressful it might’ve been for Dan Heng and..

Wait, has he even slept properly?

Dan Heng hadn’t slept not once when he returned to the Express. In his new form, appearing to be as irritated and bothered as ever. Which definitely sent alarm bells ringing inside your body as soon as you took a peek at his simmering teal eyes that seemingly glowed a lot brighter than usual as he spoke to Mr. Yang. You just assumed that his eyes were in fact glowing. Taking a closer look, you realized that there was the slightest hint of dark circles appearing underneath your boyfriend’s eyes. No one else seemed to notice it though. Was it just you being a bit too observant? You didn’t know but what you did know was that Dan Heng seemed to just be a bit drowsy. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, you could sense it from a mile away.

However, just how in the world were you supposed to get a vidyadhara in bed? A vidyadhara that barely slept in the first place much less?

It was a difficult mission but you knew that it had to be done eventually so why not start now as soon as everyone else was asleep as well? It couldn’t hurt to try. Unfortunately, Dan Heng wasn’t too on board with the way that you kept intensely staring at his face as if you were scrutinizing him in a way throughout the entire day of him coming back to the Express. He couldn’t exactly help it when on the Luofu, the first thing that people did once they gave him a good look was to either be scared of him or try to kill him.

So, it was very understandable why he was a bit weary but he couldn’t be too irritated. He was dating you after all. He knew better than anyone that you had no malicious intent towards him. But what he really didn’t expect was for you to appear on the other side of the Archive’s closed door in the middle of the night. Dan Heng had mentally decided that he’d only appear in this form at night just so nothing would feel suppressed and so he could, unfortunately, get used to it.

A knock, followed by another one, and then a few others soon followed before he mentally facepalmed. He found the relentless sounds a bit tedious in the dead of the night. “Enter,” Dan Heng had soon said, watching the door open to reveal your half awake form on the other side. He should’ve known that it was you and not March after all. March probably would’ve had a way more annoying announcement of her presence.

No matter how annoyed he probably (most likely) seemed, he enjoyed the visit and couldn’t hide just how softer and quieter his tone had gotten.

“Did you need something?” It was nothing but a soft murmur that had left from his lips as soon as the door had closed behind you.

“A certain someone looked a bit too tired as soon as he returned,” You said, albeit slightly accusatory, as one of your hands came up as a half hearted attempt at rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Rooming with March was quite the adventurous idea to say the least. She wasn’t a light sleeper by any means but she snores. Heavily.

The accusation only earned a blank look from your boyfriend that soon became a look of something unidentifiable as one of his eyebrows lifted once he fully took in the words. Dan Heng was trying his hardest not to fall into the trap (that honestly sounded amazing in his mind) but he couldn’t help how exhausted his body felt. He turned his back towards you as his skilled hands turned through pages of a book that he was definitely not reading anymore. He had an even better distraction now. “Is that why you were staring me down throughout the entire day? Which was a bit. . concerning from my perspective by the way.”

“Precisely. You need actual sleep instead of just these small power naps.” You shot back almost immediately as Dan Heng swiftly glanced over his shoulder towards you silently for a moment, his longer hair moving in sync with the head turn.

“I feel as though you have an ulterior motive with this.” He accused this time around. But, you knew that he wasn’t upset by any means. If anything, this was just his way of playing along. However your eyes kept staring slightly at the dark circles under your boyfriend’s eyes.

“And so what if I do? I see nothing wrong with rooming with you instead of March for the night. Besides,” You trailed off as you took a couple steps closer towards Dan Heng, his gaze unwavering but still appeared to be softer the closer you had gotten. Now, your tired eyes can finally take a good look at him. You more so became a bit close towards his back so you could be face to face.

“Just who are you to deny me anything without you eventually giving in?” You finished saying but this time in a quieter tone. That earned a slight chuckle and smile to emit from him.

“I suppose I have no choice but to indulge, do I?” He said, only in amusement this time. However the more he spoke, he definitely had a more of a drowsy tone than earlier when he spoke. All of this distracting was actually making his system realize just how much sleep he wanted— no, needed is the better word to use.

You only nodded and slowly slipped the book out of Dan Heng’s hands, closing it and putting it down on a nearby desk before taking one of his hands and practically dragging him towards the bed. It was big enough, surely it could fit both of you. Meanwhile, Dan Heng was still reeling about how he basically agreed to something as intimate as this. He had never done something even remotely close to this before you came into his life so it made just a small hint of blush appear on his otherwise stoic face.

The idea of cuddling in the beautiful night sky— or well, space felt a bit too romantic for him but if it made you happy then Dan Heng wouldn’t fully disagree with it. He would be okay with it. So when you had laid down first, he didn’t hesitate to accompany you right beside you. Dan Heng couldn’t deny how odd and awkward this was a first. You took the lead and eventually sought him out and brought him closer and into your arms, which you tell that surprised him heavily from how his breath hitched in your ear. Both of your legs tangling themselves with Dan Hen’s legs. It was awkward at first but, after a bit of shifting around, a comfortable position and spot was found for the both of you.

“Tense,” You noted out loud. He practically side eyed you with a half hearted attempt of relaxing his tense body and soon genuinely sinking into your embrace and returning it. Dan Heng buried his face into your chest and wrapped his arms around your lower half tightly just so you wouldn’t leave. He wouldn’t dare let you leave when he had just become comfortable. It would crush him. “This better?” He muttered quietly. To which you responded with a small nod and a happy hum.

You could feel the earlier drowsiness overtaking your body and, without thinking much, one of your hands came up to the top of Dan Heng’s head. Your fingers slowly carding through the longer black hair, deliberately avoiding his horns to not cause any discomfort. This repeated motion felt as if you were petting him a sense and, unfortunately, Dan Heng loved it. He huffed quietly as he, unfortunately, felt himself leaning into the touch. He had never been like this before so this was definitely a new one for him but he couldn’t help the way that a content noise emitted from him.

The noise that followed soon after was nothing short of a quiet and embarrassed purr.

“Did you just—”

“Let’s not talk about it.” He immediately interrupted and you didn’t even have to completely look at him to know that he was definitely embarrassed and wouldn’t be looking at you any time soon to save his pride. You just dismissively shook your head but otherwise continued to seemingly pet your boyfriend. You could feel his body relaxing even further in your hold and that just made you even more drowsy. You yawned quietly which alerted Dan Heng that you were in the same boat as him. He subconsciously snuggled a bit closer and all of a sudden you felt a weird long and scaly thing wrapping around your waist.

One glance down and you realized that weird sensation that you were feeling was due to the teal and slightly translucent dragon tail that was connected to Dan Heng. You didn’t mind it though but it did spook you at first since it had happened with no warning. Besides, you were too tired to object to it even if you truly wanted to. You just closed your eyes and eventually, your movements came to a halt as your body practically went lax and your breathing had evened out. You were asleep while Dan Heng was still slightly awake. He noticed it immediately and took a small glance towards your sleeping face, ultimately deciding to be a bit brave for this small gesture, and leaned in to press the tiniest but softest kiss upon your forehead. It was as if he was silently saying “Goodnight.” since he hadn’t had the chance to before you fell into dreamland.

After doing that, Dan Heng felt a bit more comfortable with trying to fall asleep now. His head was still filled with an onslaught of swarming thoughts and anxieties but maybe, just maybe, he could put his worries aside for now and just allow himself this one time chance of freedom. He felt relieved when he finally fell asleep.

Dan Heng would have to definitely thank you for your constant insistence. He really needed it. And, most importantly, he needed you.

thank you for reading <3 have a good day, reblogs & comments are much appreciated !

© churinzie 2024. ノ all rights reserved

[noodle-is-unstable]

How the JJK Characters react to your slutty costume

(Head Cannons/Drabbles)

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong, Uraume, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Ieiri, Mahito

Synopsis ~ How the JJK Characters react to you in a slutty costume just before you're supposed to go to a party

Content Warning ~ 18+, dress up, roleplay. Idk adult stuff

Gojo ~

Angewomon (Digimon)

First Sight: His jaw would drop and he'd be speechless, which is rare for him. His hands would get sweaty as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, baffled by the sight in front of him.

Go Party or Stay Home: Would BEG you to stay home, not because he didn't want people to see you dressed up but because he REALLY wants you back in the bedroom. You'll end up going

"I can't decide if i want to rip that costume off or savor every sweet second you're in it." Gojo spoke breathlessly. You quite literally took his breath away and left him stunned.

"Why not fuck me in the costume now and rip it off after the party?" You playfully swayed.

"Oh god I love you!" Gojo groaned before grabbing your hand to drag you back into the bedroom. You'd be late to the party and probably a little disheveled, but you'd make it. You'll also be leaving early

Geto ~

Demon

First Sight: Groans. Literally lets air escape his lips as blood rushes to his cock. It's instantaneous. He can't take his eyes off your ass

Go Party or Stay Home: You're going to the party. He's absolutely bringing you to parade you around and show you off

Geto grabbed your arm and pulled you into the small bathroom.

"Sugar bear." You laughed but tried to keep your voice down.

"Sorry Angel, or should i say devil?" Geto's lips were already on your neck. "I just can't wait until we get back home."

Nanami ~

Cheerleader

First Sight: Swallows hard and immediately feels like a little emo virgin again. You always made him a little nervous but dressed like that has him sweating bullets and stuttering

Go Party or Stay Home: You're going to the party to at least make an appearance but you will be leaving early

"You always say I'm your number one cheerleader, right?" You smirked, shaking your pom poms at Nanami.

"U-um yeah, you are darling. It's j-just. wow." Nanami mumbled out. It was rare he would trip on his words so you know you did good.

"Come on, we have a party to go to and you have a date with a cheerleader." You giggle before grabbing his hand

Toji ~

Sexy Cop

First Sight: Confused but very amused. Can't help but eye up the shiny handcuffs you're swinging around

Go Party or Stay Home: You barely make it out of the bedroom. No one saw you at the party and it was because you were busy all night

"Did I do something, officer?" Toji mused with a scarred smirk.

"I'm afraid so, and I'm going to have to take you in. All of you in." You purred, twirling the cuffs around. Toji just put his hands out for you to cuff before you dragged him back into the bedroom

Sukuna ~

Minx (Animal)

First Sight: Confused. Why were you an animal? But the second you told him you were a Minx, HIS minx, he was a goner

Go Party or Stay Home: Party? What party? You never even left the room

"Don't you get it? I'm a Minx. You know, like what you always call me?" You laughed and swung your tail around playfully.

"Ah my minx. If only you knew what you did to me." Sukuna's voice was low, eyes dark with want.

"Yeah? Why not show me?" You purred out before he tackled you with his entire bodyweight

Choso ~

Ghost Face

First Sight: He doesn't know why but he is absolutely turned on. Was it the mask? The tight outfit? Or the fact you watched the movie the night before?

Go Party or Stay Home: You go to the party but Choso is following and drooling over you the entire time

"Can we please go home now?" Choso pulled desperatly at your robe.

"Tell you what, why don't you go home and hide, and I'll find you. I'll give you a five minute head start." You whispered into his ear. He couldn't even muster words because he was already heading home

Ino ~

Sexy Nanami

First Sight: Confused. Ino's always a little slow on the uptake though. The spotted yellow tie didn't give it away. It wasn't the tan suit jacket that barely covered your chest or the blue, skin tight shorts. No, it was when you pulled out a replica of Nanami's weapon that it clicked for him.

Go Party or Stay Home: You go to the party, purposely wanting to fluster Ino. Ino was ready to die from embarrassment or maybe all his blood running to his dick when Nanami saw you

"Babe, his eyes almost blew out of his head." Ino whined, hiding his face in your neck.

"And you almost blew your load." You chuckle, stroking his hair

Shiu ~

Nascar Driver

First Sight: Amused. Your tight racing gear left little to the imagination, not that he needed to imagine it.

Go Party or Stay Home: You had no plans to go to the party in the first place and made sure to seduce Shiu so you didn't have to go

"Didn't think you were into racing, Doll." Shiu leaned back more in his chair, taking in the view that was you.

"Can't say I am, But i do know i want to take you for a drive." You licked your lip.

"That so? Then hop on and show me how your engine purrs."

Uraume ~

Viking

First Sight: Is stunned. Seeing you with a fur cape, braided hair and an axe left them in a quiet awe

Go Party or Stay Home: You were dragging them to a party because you wanted to show them off. You're prized Uraume that everyone needed to know was yours

"Can we go home now?" Uraume's voice came out meek and small.

"Why, want me to pillage you." You wink, their cheeks turning crimson.

"We should go home now." A smile tugged at their lips

Yuki ~

Bunny

First Sight: Is IMEDIATLY ready to take you. Has to stop herself from tackling you, not that you'd mind

Go Party or Stay Home: You aren't going to the party. Yuki never planned on going even if you did

"Are you my little Playboy Bunny?" Yuki bit her lip, taking in your skimpy outfit.

"I can be, want me to bounce on you until easter?" You winked and stuck out your tongue. That's all you had to say before Yuki was groaning and dragging you back into the bedroom

Shoko ~

Nurse/Doctor

First Sight: Can't stop smiling, mainly because you stole her clothes and tools for your costume

Go Party or Stay Home: You'll go to the party and pretend to be Shoko the entire time. She's more than happy to show you off and entertain you though

"Are you feeling okay?" You ask, looking at Shoko with consern.

"I'm fine, why?" She looked at you confused.

"Because you're looking really hot and like you need a check-up." You wink and blow her a kiss.

"You're so stupid." She laughed. "Let's go home so you can make sure I'm okay."

Mahito ~

Scarecrow

First Sight: Doesn't understand but is excited about your matching stitch marks

Go Party or Stay Home: You'll make him come to the party with you. You like teasing him and making him wait

"Why do you have those marks?" Mahito looked at the stitches you drew on, ones that matched his.

"They're for my costume, I'm a scarecrow, so we can match. Though I suppose you're closer to a puppet." You chuckle.

"What does that mean?" Mahito tilted his head.

"Don't worry about it Rabbit, lets go."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Sampo, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt, and Argenti getting a massive bouquet of flowers and cake as a gift from their s/o?

Argenti: loves giving people flowers and such.

It doesn’t matter who the recipient is either:

Elderly people who are lonely, elderly couples who are still together and very much in love, Young couples, Single people, people in general; Hello! Even stray cats, stray dogs and birds alike get a flower or two and animal safe cakes to eat.

Argenti gives EVERYONE and everything flowers and never asks for anything in exchange.

So when you’re the one to finally give this man his long over due -but much deserved- flowers. You were having an hard time trying to hold up an entire bouquet of a hundred ruby red roses in one hand, and a box of red velvet daisy cakes in the other.

You loved this man dearly and believed that he deserved nothing but the absolute best of the best.

Needless to say this man was swooning at the beauty of your gifts and accepts them wholeheartedly, as he then hold them close to his chest and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, humming in content as a smile graced his lips. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, then again he was always pretty to you but in that moment he was so ethereal it took your breath away.

‘Thank you my beloved.’ He said as he kisses your cheek. ‘I shall treasure these flowers until their petals loose colour and their stems can no longer support them, but they’ll still be beautiful regardless because you gave me them.’ You mentally cursed Argenti and his seemingly effortless way with words as you burrow yourself into his side.

‘You deserve those flowers and I’m just ashamed that you didn’t receive them earlier.’ You said and Argenti chuckled, falling more and more in love with your beautiful heart by the second.

‘I don’t need flowers when I have you my dear, now would you mind in helping me eat these lovely cakes?’ Argenti asks as he picks up two of the red velvet cakes, admiring the skill that went into them. ‘I don’t think I can eat them all by myself and I would much prefer being in the company of my little flower.’ He concludes as he puts one of the cakes in your hands with a smile.

How could you say no to that face.

Welt: this man probably has had flowers from the likes of March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom Pom and Caelus/Stelle but they were nowhere comparable to the bouquet of flowers that you’ve bought for him.

He’s a little flustered at the gesture because wow that’s a lot of flowers for an old man like him. However he will take them as a gesture of goodwill and respect for you.

‘What’s the occasion? I’m certain I’m not missing any important events for such a gift.’ He mutters to himself as he squints at the calendar on his phone. Even with glasses on Welt could feel his eyes strain against the bright light of the phone screen. (Grandpa core.)

You giggle at the sight, if never failed to make you smile whenever he did the whole squinting his eyes to look at the screen, it was unabashedly Welt and you loved him regardless. Respectful older men was your type and Welt covered all basis of this.

‘No, I just wanted to give you some gifts as to thank you for everything you’ve done, not just for me but everyone.’ You told him as he puts away his phone and smiles at you. ‘I appreciate the gifts but you didn’t have to feel obligated to get me anything.’ He says, feeling as though there were other people more deserving of such generous gifts than him.

‘There’s no obligation Welt.’ You defended. ‘I wanted to get you something because you’re worth a thousand bouquets and so much more!’ Welt was moved by your words and made his way towards you, holding your face in his hands as he kisses your forehead softly.

‘Thank you. I shall treasure them forever.’

Sampo: acts like he receives flowers all the time but he’s bluffing and you know it from the way he’d trip over his own words.

He’s deeply touched that you got an old fool like him flowers and sweet cakes.

‘All this for ol Sampo? Oh you shouldn’t have.’ He’d say as he’s wiping a tear from his eyes before he then practically salivating over the sweet treats that smelt rich in sweetness in every aspect of its creation.

‘Only the best for my favourite masked fool.’ You replied fondly as you watched Sampo act like a kid in a sweet shop with the way his eyes brightened and how his smile seems to widen more over time.

‘Your favourite masked fool?’ Sampo echoed, pouting as he puts his hands on his hips. ‘How many other masked fools do you know besides me?’ He asks, not liking the idea of sharing you with the likes of Giovanni or something , you were his buddy! He can go find his own buddy elsewhere!

You chuckled as you ran a thumb across his pouty lip, pressing a kiss there because you could along with the fact that Sampo was an absolute sucker for your kisses. ‘You’re the only one I ever need to know because everyone else fails in comparison to the great Sampo Koski.’ You praised him as Sampo buried his head into your neck and attached his arms to your waist, drawing you closer into him.

‘Thank you for the flowers and the cakes.’ He whispers. ‘I really like them…will you…do this again for me next time?’ You kissed the top of his head. ‘You’re very welcome Sampo and of course I will, I’ve got to keep you happy somehow.’ You told him and under his breath Sampo then said, ‘how can I be made even more happy when I’m happy enough as it is with you already here in my arms?’

Blade: skeptical.

Never, ever, ever has he ever been given flowers. Never.

So needless to say he’s a little on edge and side eye the harmless bouquet of flowers as though they just personally insulted him.

‘What’s this.’ He’d ask.

‘A bouquet of flowers and a couple of Black Forest Gateau cakes.’ You responded as your smile melted off of your face. ‘You don’t like them do you.’

‘No.’ Blade, feeling the hurt within your voice cut into him deeply, says immediately. ‘I’m just not accustomed to being given gifts because no one in their right mind would give someone like me flowers and cakes. I don’t deserve them.’ He adds as a somber silence befell you both.

‘Well I think you do.’ You said after a while and Blade could only raise a brow at you. ‘It’s true! I’ll buy you a thousand bouquet of flowers and boxes of cakes if it means proving to you that you’re worth such things.’ You doubled down on your promise and Blade couldn’t help but smile a little at your determination to prove him wrong. It was a trait that he loved about you but wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

‘Even if the trail I leave behind is one of blood, death and pain?’ He asks.

‘Even then.’ You reaffirmed and Blade felt a warmth flood through him then and there as he sighs and takes the bouquet into his arms. ‘I’m no florist,’ he starts as he was just about to take the flowers up to his room before stopping to look at you over his shoulder, ‘but I’ll try to keep them alive, for you.’ He adds and your smile came back in full force.

A sight he loves to see as often as he could.

‘Everything has to die at some point, even flowers.’ You told him but he wasn’t having it.

‘Not if the flowers are from you, then I’ll keep trying in getting them to live forever.’ Blade replied and it was honestly the most romantic thing he’s ever said in that moment.

Dan Heng: thinks they were for someone else at first.

He, like welt, receives flowers for the rest of the Astral express crew now and then, but they paled in comparison to your bouquet of flowers and cakes.

‘Am I really worth all this?’ He asks, not so certain that he was in fact worth all the effort you’ve put into getting him such a radiant bouquet and delicious treats.

‘You are and I won’t hear otherwise Dan Heng.’ You said as you held him from behind, kissing his cheek that burned red afterwards, making you smile knowing that you still had that effect on him after so long.

‘Is this want to expect now? Bouquet and cakes?’ He says as he takes in the fact that you remembered each of his favourite flowers, and managed to have the florist organise them in a way that emphasised the beauty of each and every individual flower as they seamlessly blended into one another, almost as though it were a painting.

‘Only if you want it to be.’ You replied softly and Dan Heng gently rubbed a soft baby blue petal between his finger before letting them go, the faint smell of flora bringing about a sense of calm and belonging to his room. Something that his room severely lacked, but he didn’t understand what was missing back then as he did now, his room was missing your warm touch and it was very much the same for himself.

Dan Heng needed you in his life. He was missing your presence before he even met you, almost as though you were fated to meet and become romantically intertwined to one another.

‘Only if it’s from you.’ He says softly as he moves to look at. you with a soft expression. ‘Then consider it done.’ You kissed his lips this time, smiling against him in response upon feeling him smile into the kiss.

[eternalfics]

*holds hands out like a little peasant boy* do you have any crumbs.. perhaps, saiki kusuo as a bf with a reader who can sing? perchance...

saiki with a reader that can sing!

a/n: hmm, perhaps I maybe have some leftovers.. and uhh rlly sorry if u have been waiting 4EVERR 😱 (or maybe I just don’t pay attention to my notifications and it’s been a day.) but still sorryyy

warning: a lil joke about blackmail..

the song I was listening to while writing this:

you’re basically just in the friend group, whenever the group goes somewhere you follow. but you and saiki have the most in common, you guys are like bread and butter. you have so much in common, that’s probably why saiki asked you to date him. like you both are quiet, you both like quiet. anything do to with quiet. 😊 of course you still have conversations, but everyone calls you “the definition of shy”.

so saiki doesn’t expect for you to sing at karaoke night when everyone goes, he just thinks you’ll sit and chat with him. but something told him that you weren’t really interested in talking about coffee jelly right now. as you were looking at kaido singing TERRIBLY, you were kind of thinking of pushing him off and singing the rest.

and you did! well, you didn’t push him off. you obviously waited for your turn 😭 and you obviously SLAYED. your confidence rose up so fast, and you shocked everyone around you. you swear you were about to burst out laughing as soon as you saw saiki’s surprised look. but another part of you was so proud of yourself! it was basically saiki saying oh wow, but without words and using his facial expression. (I REFUSE to watch s2 without it being dubbed.) and guess what! you saw a glimpse of teruhashi’s angry face, looking like she was about to tear you up like a dog in the corner of your eye.

and basically since that day, you’ve been singing everywhere WITH ✨CONFIDENCE✨. you sang in your Pom, near saiki, near your friends, at night (quietly bc people are sleeping 😒) , when your favourite song is on, you know it. and everyone got used to it, that shy, uncomfortable y/n you knew was gone 4ever. now, they got replaced a new, confident y/n ✨

saiki, as your boyfriend, had to hear it all the time. and he wasn’t sick of it AT ALL. (sometimes he was, when he was trying to sleep with you on call or when you were singing just. too. much! but that didn’t happen often.) and sometimes, he’s just a big softie. 🙂 saiki asked you one time (in a very flustered way) if you could sing a lullaby for him to sleep, and of course you did it! (right after you teased him and pinched his cheeks.!) now in random moments, you remind him of the moment and you have a very red-faced kusuo saiki at your side. (sometimes you use that information for blackmail-)

whenever you get into arguments, saiki doesn’t like it at all, because he’s used to hearing your voice all of the time. 🕰️ and whenever you’re angry you don’t sing AT ALL. like AT ALL. and saiki has to find ways to make you feel better, he reads your mind, he’s follows you around like a lost puppy, and he tries to signal that he’s sorry but he doesn’t say it, like for example: giving you his LAST, EXCLUSIVEEEE 😱😱 coffee jelly 😓. but you always forgive him in the end, and then he can have that sweet voice near his ears again.

one time, you were at his house and you were coming downstairs secretly. saiki had that ring of his on, you never knew that saiki wore rings? but you always thought that it suited him. but as you get closer, you hear some humming, sweet, unexpected humming. he was humming that song you always sing. 🎶 when you start humming along with him, he jumps and looks behind him, seeing you, he visibly relaxes. seeing him relax, made you giggle. but you guys both knew that you were gonna tease him later.

damn I wrote a lot

[spookykoolkat]

hihi! i have a request I'm not sure if you're still taking them ♡

but if you are there's a smut thought that's lived rent free in my brain since season 4 came out. which is Eddie with cheerleader!reader. like imagine "publicly " being with Jason because you're both extremely popular and you're the cheer captain, but you're secretly with Eddie. this feeds Eddie's ego massively and he lives of the fact that he's fucking you and not Jason.

are you really his girlfriend?

eddie munson request :p

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, piv, dirty talk, eddie being possessive, infidelity(cheating), talks of breeding, jealousy

a/n : i've been MIA forEVERRR and probably will continue to be MIA as well! i've been feeling off about writing for stranger things given the fact that there are three raging ZIONISTS on that show, and i'll no longer be watching stranger things. i encourage you all to do the same! once more, it will always be FREE FREE PALESTINE! 🇵🇸 this is the first fic/request i've done since october so idk how often i'll do this. hopefully this was to your expectations though!!!

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"WHAT WAS THAT, 'm what?" eddie grunted as the grip on your calves grew tighter, forcing your legs to press against your chest as far as they could go.

you knew what he wanted to hear. he wanted to hear that he was yours. after a year of dating your infamous boyfriend jason, someone else caught your eye as you stood in front of the bleachers with blue and orange colored pom-poms in your hands.

jason was the jock — basketball, football, soccer — you name it. he had a full ride for football and basketball, and after a long consideration without consolation from you, he chose football.

you were already on the cheerleading team, jason just felt like it was an even better image for himself. though, you didn't take college as serious as he did. your reputation here wasn't going to matter in a few years, and after sneaking around behind jason's back, you figured you couldn't really care anymore.

this image of being the university sweetheart while jason is the strong, protective popular boyfriend everyone wanted was definitely overwhelming. maybe that's why you crawled under eddie the second you could.

"you're mine, eddie, you're mine, i promise," you cried, trying to move your hips to let his cock slide into your dripping hole, but he just held you there. knees to your chest, breasts pushed together, your stomach squished, beads of salty sweat running down your hairline.

"mm, honey, tell me you're mine. tell daddy what he wants to hear," he grinned, eyes focused on the way your cunt pushes together when he moved your legs together and apart, the way your pussy lips were shining in slick. he couldn't believe you were with an asshole like jason.

eddie was slowly inching his painfully hard tip in between the fat of your lips, feeling the way your hole clenched and pulsed to allow him inside.

"i'm yours, i'm all yours, just you eddie, only you," you cried. you knew it was true. though you were with jason, that didn't mean you were with jason.

eddie tsked, and grabbed his cock, letting his sopping tip slap against your thick mound. eddie's favorite thing to do was make you beg, make you want him just as much as he wanted you.

"what would jason think, pretty girl? his girl, his college sweetheart, being treated like a fucking whore by uni's freak?" he asked sternly, tapping his cock on your mound to make a wet slapping noise, one that sent throbbing to your cunt.

he let you plant your feet on either side of his thighs, just so he can watch you squirm and thrash for him as he used your favorite thing to tease you.

"what would your cheer team think, baby? i don't know, i think if they saw how fucking sexy you look begging for my dick they'd understand where i'm coming from," he smiled to himself, spitting on your cunt and letting his fingers find their way in between your lips and rubbing at your clit.

it was too much. it was always too much with eddie. and it was always never enough with jason.

"i don't care, i don't care i just need it, need you please," you whined, squirming on his bed that's on the other side of the dorm room.

the thing is, the bed on the other side of the dorm room belonged to jason. of course this would be your luck. but you didn't care, and neither did eddie. in fact, seeing jason's unmade bed only spurred him on to fuck you even harder. to be buried inside of you with no interest of ever slipping out, in the same room your boyfriend sleeps in.

it was hard at first, having the same eight o clock class and always seeing each other as you went for coffee and he went for the food. or so he said. he'd never tell you he only went for you because the food was ass.

it was a party when it finally happened. after months of teasing and flirting and somehow mentioning being sexually deprived.

"you know he's my roommate right?" eddie asked as you grabbed yourself a solo cup and some tequila. you weren't a drinker, but tonight you were.

especially when jason immediately ditched you once you arrived at the frat house, losing sight of him almost instantly.

"oh, i didn't know that. funny. he doesn't really like you." you deadpanned and leaned against the counter. eddie was a decent body language expert.

"that's alright," he laughed and stepped closer, "i don't need him to like me when his girl likes me."

you blush, shaking your head and hiding your smile behind the cup. "why do you say that?"

"i just know. i also just know when boyfriends aren't treating their girlfriends right. is he not treating you right?" he breathed, close enough now to feel his breath on your neck.

"jason doesn't know how to make me cum." you admit, gulping down the tequila and cringing at the taste.

"he's never made you cum? ever?" his own shock surprised him. you didn't fail to acknowledge the way his breath hit your neck as he stepped closer to you, eddie not minding the people flowing in and out of the kitchen.

"he's not particularly fond of the way i look." you sigh, sipping on the solo cup not noticing the fact that he's now close enough to be face to face with his chest. "says he doesn't know how i made the cheer team being a size 3x."

eddie didn't have shame, it was you that did.

"he said that to you?" eddie never felt rage like this before. never felt the need to find jason and bash his head into the brick wall, even though eddie's not sure how that fight would end.

"eddie," you warned, tilting your head towards him and realizing he was face to face with you, eyes blacked and lips parted as he scans your face.

"you don't have to put up with him you know that right? fucking asshole doesn't even know how to make a pretty gjrl like you cum," something in him breaks when he realizes, so he leans closer to your ear and lets his hand rest on the meat of your hip, "you want me to be the first man to make you cum on his fingers?"

eddie found over the months that his favorite thing to do besides get high, was watching you thrash and beg him to fuck you. he never thought he'd get you in this way, to be able to have you and have all of you.

because of jason, the insecurities you had of being a bigger girl nearly killed you. it made being with eddie a lot harder than it should've been, but eddie was patient. he knew how to talk to you, how to please you, how to make you feel good.

he watched you underneath him, squirm with tears in your eyes and spilling over, rutting your hips against his bare cock for any friction.

"you're so fucking needy baby, you need me to give it to you? fill this pretty fuckin' tummy with my cock? i'd give you fucking anything, anything baby, i just need you to tell me," his voice was scratchy from a blunt before this, his hands on either side of your head and looking between your two bodies to see the way your cunt looked for him.

"eddie please, please fuck me!" you yelled, not realizing the doors of these dorms were practically paper thin.

it only made eddie throb. something possessive, damn near animalistic came out of him as he realized he was the one pumping inside of you every other day — not jason.

the freak, the outcast, the loser was filling the jock's girlfriend up every weekend after cheer practice. he waits for you at the gate of the stadium field, cigarette between his lips as people give him odd stares.

"baby's gettin' loud huh? you don't even care if jason walked in right now do ya? heard you scream my name and saw this cunt dripping for me?"

eddie pulled his hips back, sliding out of you enough where your slick pours out of your hole, his tip still nestled between the fat of your cunt. he looks between your two bodies, rubbing over your bloated tummy and moving his fingers to ghost circles on your clit.

"this'll be the best fuckin' dick you've ever had baby, jason can't fuck this tight little cunt like me can he? you know you belong to me, tell me this pussy is mine baby," your eyes were hazy, hard to keep open as he applied more and more pressure with every circle on your clit. "what?" you gasped.

"you heard me," he chuckled breathlessly, "tell me you're mine, this pussy is mine baby, you know it, i know it,"

he slams his hips into you, causing you to cry out a strangled moan and wrap your arms around eddie's neck. you managed to slip your hand and ravel it into his curly locks, grasping at the nape of his neck.

"you know what i want, honey baby?" he asks smoothly, slowing his thrusts down and angling your hips up to slide deeper.

your mouth is hung open, eyes rolling back and trying to grasp on your reality. eddie.

"w-what? what eddie?" you moaned, opening your legs wider subconsciously.

he kisses the chub of your cheeks, over your nose and down your neck until he has a handful of your boobs. he rolls your nipple between his two fingers, and attaching his mouth onto the fat of your skin to make bruises.

"i want you to cum all on my cock, okay? and then i wanna fill you up with my nut, have this perfect fucking pussy filled to the fucking brim," he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he grabs onto your calfs and perch them on his shoulders.

your knees press into your chest as he looks down at the fat lips of your cunt pushing together and shining from your slick, watching how your lips suck him in like nothing.

"then i want you to waltz your pretty fucking body to go find jason and break up with him," your eyes widen as you feel the breath get knocked out of you, and eddie smiles and presses down on your throat with his fingers, "want you to tell him it's over with my cum dripping out of this little hole, yeah?"

"such a pretty little fucking slut for me, only me right? nobody else can take care of you like me, baby, you know daddy will always make you feel good." he grunted, feeling his balls tighten as your walls flutter around him and squeeze like a vice.

"so break up with jason, baby, matter of fact i want you to tell him how good daddy fucks you, tell him that nobody fucks you better than me."

[haruniki]

Is it getting hot in here?

Caught Kissing/Making Out- HSR Part 1/?

Characters: Stelle, March 7th, Himeko (Astral Express crew)

a/n: hiiii did you guys miss mee? sorry for not being active work and school have been crazyyy and I just haven't felt like writing for a while. Also thinking about limiting what I write like fandom wise. I hope you enjoy this tho to make up for my inactivity <3

CW: Suggestive content?, kissing, mostly fem aligned, established relationship in March 7th's, inaccuracies of ability, Himeko's isn't necessarily caught but 🤷

Stelle

To say it was hot would be an understatement. The express's A/C had completely broke and had to be fixed.

Everyone was bored and agitated due to the heat. Choosing to stay in their rooms to prevent any unwanted arguments. You and Stelle shared a room due to limitations of rooms on the express.

Alright, you'll choose dare this once. Little did you know that Stelle's dare would lead you both to being on the floor tongues intertwined as your hands wandered around each other's bodies.

As you and Stelle talked, you begin to play truth or dare. Stelle having a competitive streak going and only choosing dare while teasing you about choosing truth.

"Come on, just choose dare. You have to be out of truths by now."

Stelle certainly had a way to cure boredom and it's not like you had much complaint, well minus the temperatures seeming to rise as you both make out.

As Stelle pulls away, she helps take off your shirt as you peel off her jacket. She catches your lips as you get close to help take her arm out a sleeve.

As you pull away Stelle moves forward with slight whine, before pulling off her shirt.

And as you both go back to kissing, the door to the room opens and Welt enters to inform you two that the A/C will be working soon. But as he sees the scene before him he fades into dust he leaves the room and sends a text to Stelle.

Welt: Apologies, I had knocked but received no answer. Please use a lock next time as well as listen for knocks on the door.

Stelle: [she sent the flustered/embarrassed pom pom sticker]

Stelle throws her phone aside before looking at you. It seems that the minor interaction doesn't bother her so much. She's rearing to continue, perhaps the express should invest in a code of sorts to let each other know they're busy.

March 7th

March looked back in forth from the doorway making sure no one was coming down the hallway any time soon, and as she sees no one she quickly closes the door to the Maintenace room.

Before turning to you and pulling you to her, lips connecting as she rests against a metal box like contraption.

Now, why meet in a Maintenace room? Why not meet in March's room or even yours? March didn't like how close hers was to everyone else's and yours was much to close Stelle's, plus being somewhere they probably shouldn't be pretty exciting for March.

March wraps her arm around your neck pulling you closer, her over hand leading one your own to her thigh. Only pulling away to hop up on to the metal box and pulling your closer.

The kissing is messy and very teeth clashy but March didn't really mind and so long as you didn't either, then she was fine. It had been a while since you two last saw each other and with her last outing with the trailblazer it seemed like their situation were getting deadlier and deadlier.

As March deepened the kiss, it felt like it was starting... to get colder? Usually when you both were like this it got hotter, so why was it suddenly so cold?

As March panics, the door opens. Pom-Pom and Dan Heng enter. The two surprised to see you both here. As Pom-Pom states how happy they are that you both arrived first and were assessing the situation, unknowing that you both were the cause of the minor damage. Dan Heng looked at you both with a disappointing shake in his head.

Breaking the kiss, you both notice a huge chunk of ice on the metal box. March accidental froze it and as you stifle a giggle, March looks absolutely horrified.

"OMG WHAT DO I DO Y/N!? STOP LAUGHING!"

As Pom-Pom investigates and begins trying get rid of the icy block, Dan Heng pulls you both outside the Maintenace room to scold you both for your antics.

Himeko

Himeko's lips trailed down your neck, she was more or less teasing you. The book you bought her in Luofu laying open. You had only bought it for her because of a few coffee recipes it had, you didn't quite expect her to give anything in return.

Himeko's lip makes their way to yours. Soft yet firm, much like her demeanor. Her hands trail between your hips and upper torso, almost like she's scared to touch you.

As you kiss her back, you lightly touch her face. Deepening the kiss, you tongues intertwine. The taste of coffee fills your senses, she must have had a cup not too long ago.

With Himeko on top of you, your own hands wander around her body. Your hands going her hip dips once or twice, she smiles into the kiss as she feels you do that.

Himeko pulls away and sits up to pull her hair back more before going back in for another kiss, panting from the lack of air. As it gets hotter and hotter.. and hotter?

Pom-Pom interrupts as they walk in, looking at Himeko and you in a compromising situation.

Normally the express has such great A/C, why's it so hot in this room? Almost like space has completely absorbed all the coolness.

"MISS HIMEKO! The A/C is broken! March was first there to help fix it but I can't seem to find her anymore.."

Pom-Pom tells Miss Himeko how nice she is for helping out her fellow express members before informing her that they need help melting the icy block that prevents the A/C from working.

A look of panic washing over Himeko trying to find words to exlpain the situation and before she's able to Pom-Pom begins to worry.

"Oh no! Did Y/n get hurt? Did they pass out from the heat? I was worried that it would get that hot. Luckily, you were here to help them out, Miss Himeko!"

Maybe you bring her some coffee recipes more often.

As Himeko leaves, leaving you in the room alone, a noise pings to your phone.

Himeko: Meet me in my room later? We haven't finish our.. coffee discussion. Make sure to bring the book with you ;)

[mistyacorn]

you remind me of the main protagonist

sypnosis; dan heng and his odd way of saying “hey, i think i like you”

pairing(s); dan heng + fem! reader ⟿ featuring; pure fluff, really blank and super indirect dan heng, reader is compared to a female character (hence, fem! reader)

a/n; this was such a random write lol. im so sorry that it’s a bit of a mess, im still working on more clear storylines heheh . i hope it’s still enjoyable! ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡ also i made beauty and the beast a canon fairytale here pffft u neva know

⇢ DAN HENG is the type that literally nobody expects to like anybody, and therefore neither do you.

⇢ you’d probably even think that he dislikes you because whenever it’s just the two of you he never says a word. he’s dead silent. he only ever nods or gestures and barely looks you in the eye.

⇢ occasionally you’d get slightly jealous of how he speaks whenever march is with you guys (even though they always end up fighting verbally, it’s still talking!)

⇢ so you eventually take it as a ‘hint’ and try your best to move on.

⇢ though let’s be real, it’s not easy to move on from a crush if you see him almost everyday. especially when he has the most perfect emerald eyes and soft black hair….

⇢ one day, you’re in your room on the astral express and you’ve just finished the book you had borrowed from the express library recently.

⇢ you did borrow it without telling anyone though, so it kinda felt like you stole it haha…

⇢ but you definitely did not want to annoy dan heng with your request so stealing borrowing seemed like the best option.

⇢ you decide to head over to his room, hoping to secretly drop the book and go.

⇢ thankfully the boy is not in the room when you get there (which is super rare, go you!). you tiptoe as carefully as you can towards the bookshelf.

⇢ you quickly find the correct slot and insert the book.

⇢ just as you think you’ve accomplished your mission, you turn around and-

⇢ at the door stands dan heng, staring at you nonchalantly (as per usual). “hi.”

⇢ his sudden appearance immediately causes you to begin a five minute long explanation about how you got there. (yes, five minutes. idk how but you drag it on and on) its mostly bullshit you’re spitting out.

⇢ “…pom pom told me that there was this super cool book…. I just had to read it of course …..and it was really cool yeah yeah ….um about robots and science and…stuff….”

⇢ does pom pom even read?? you didn’t know!

⇢ and you definitely don’t notice amidst your frantic stories, but dan heng listens to you attentively in amusement. he actually has the smallest grin on his face, very well knowing you are making everything up.

⇢ to put it simply, he finds it endearing. he’s almost in a trance, just listening to you talk and talk and talk…

⇢ after you finish your story time, he snaps out of it quick enough for you to not notice anything.

⇢ and you bow repeatedly in embarrassment before dashing out of the room.

⇢ the following day, dan heng suddenly gives you a book out of nowhere. today, his signature cold face seems slightly nervous instead, but you don’t pay attention.

⇢ you see that the book is a fairytale, one that is right up your alley!

⇢ ‘Beauty and the Beast’.

⇢ you open the book to see a post-it note on the first page, with neat handwriting on it;

‘y/n, I saw you liked fairytales and the fantasy genre. I do not. But I stumbled across this book yesterday, and I remember reading the first three chapters sometime when I was younger. It seems like something you’ll like. The main protagonist reminds me of you. I hope you’ll like it.’

⇢ your face is red hot as you read his note. he wrote to you. he thinks of you. he said you reminded him of a princess. (what the fvck.)

⇢ and secretly behind the scenes, dan heng is not as calm and collected as he seems.

⇢ after you put away the book and left that day, he took note of the book you had returned. fairytale…fantasy…

⇢ dan heng immediately started to think hard about any fantasy books he had read in his life. hours and hours of struggling later (he never reads fantasy, it’s too unrealistic for him), he finally remembers one.

⇢ he’d read the first few chapters of it before, and he remembers the main character all too clearly. she reminded him so much of you, yet he didn’t know why.

⇢ (truthfully, it was definitely because she was his first ever fictional crush. and now you were…… but he was never going to admit that to himself.)

⇢ he spends his night searching around the archives. 2am the next morning, he finds it.

⇢ dan heng goes to bed that night, heart thumping faster than usual, because now he realises just how much he likes you.

© mistyacorn do not plagiarize or repost please, just enjoy it ykwim

[hismourningflower]

— AMONG THE DATA | honkai star rail fanfiction. dan heng x gn!reader | fluff, mutual pining | requested work. ⋆ friends to lovers, mutual pining, probably an ooc dan heng, reader is shorter than dan heng, there's a lot of simping and people who aren't good with emotions

⋆ thank you for the request dear !! this was requested by @lovingluxury !!

Okay, but what about Dan Heng x librarian!reader (can be gn) who has opened a library in the express (with pompoms consent of course)? When he is not working on an entry for the archives, he’s with you in the library watching you work.

— DATA HAS BEEN UPLOADED! send an ask to join the taglist; specify genshin, honkai or both! @lovingluxury, @dumbificat, @starryshinyskies, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @ainescribe

pom pom had taken your request well when you'd boarded the astral express with caelus at your side, march 7th trailing behind with the biggest grin on her face. that's a well known sign that there's trouble on the horizon but how could pom pom not trust caelus after all he'd done? he was a reliable member of the nameless and now, after march and caelus presented their ideas to pom pom, so was you.

nonetheless you were a bookstore owner tired of the dreary life presented to you in a city with a lack of fellow book lovers. when they'd met you, caelus and march only had one person on their mind; dan heng. 'why not open a library on the express?' caelus had suggested, his hands clasping a dusty tome you'd acquired a few amber eras ago. march grinned, chiming up from where she was swatting a cloud of dust away from her face, 'yeah! you can travel with us and set up your store whether we stop!'

these were very good ideas, you admit and so you had shyly followed them onboard the astral express, grand and refined in all of its glory. it smells of rich coffee beans and well cared for plush velvet couches in the parlor car. with pom pom's consent, you officially had your own personal library onboard the astral express, travelling the cosmos with new friends at your side - and not to mention the small store you'd set up whenever the express docked somewhere, business was booming well.

the main reason behind caelus and march's plans was going too well to be true, almost. with your library and dan heng's data bank, the express was almost a walking embodiment of knowledge - if it had legs, that is but that's besides the point! the two of you were commonly found together, side by side with your heads deep in literature and data as if it was the last thing in the cosmos.

"do you prefer them categorised this way?" you voice chimes into the quiet of the library car, decorated by rows upon rows of books and tomes and the occasional plant that pom pom had insisted on. dan heng lifts his head from the data he'd projected on the small circular table he sat at, admiring how you were testing new ways to organise your books upon his own opinion.

he liked being included that way, able to interject his opinion and you'd always take it so sweetly. he valued that as much as you valued his opinion, the feeling of being seen and appreciated. perhaps, he wonders if that's why he found himself drowning himself in your presence between stops; between the gruelling tasks that came with being a trailblazer. you were comforting, a safe place among the data.

realising he'd never responded to your question, he blinks and a crack of a smile forms on his face. you almost smile instantly at the sight as he speaks up, "what's next? colour coordinated?"

you shrug, a melodic laugh erupting from you as you turn back to your organising. dan heng relaxes, a sigh of relief coming from him as heat creeps up his neck, flushing his cheeks. by the aeons, what did you do to him? little did he know, the moment you turned away, your teeth tugged at your lower lip, unable to force back that lovesick grin as your hands idly dawdled with leather-bound books.

"maybe i can create a rainbow out of all the colours we store here," you comment in response after a few moments of recollecting yourself - dan heng doesn't miss how you use the word 'we' when referring to the library, "y'think pom pom would like that?"

we. dan heng's heart flutters, unsure when he'd suddenly 'adopted' this little library with you but he wasn't complaining, deciding to occupy himself as his hand swipes at the data, the hologram flicking to the next page of information on a planet far away. a hum of agreement rumbles from his chest and then the library falls back into a comfortable silence with only the faint phonograph from the parlor car to accompany your breathing.

maybe this is the opportunity to spill your feelings, you consider as you sneakily glance over at dan heng's concentrated form. the dark haired man's eyebrows furrow, creating small wrinkles on his forehead in thought and you wonder what he's thinking about. a shaking sigh escapes your parted lips as you clear your throat, about to speak up.

"can we talk-"

"-there's something i want to talk to you-"

the pair of you blink, staring at each other for a few moments as it comes to your realisation that you'd both uttered the intentions of starting a 'talk' at the same time, your words blurring over each other in nervous tones and bated breaths. dan heng smiles weakly, waving his hand to you.

"sorry, you first." he laughs awkwardly, leaning back in the chair he'd been perched on for hours now. your hands tremble as you try to keep yourself occupied, a battle with your nerves as you slide a thick book back onto the shelf in front of you.

"this is... going to sound really odd- and it's okay if you don't feel the same way or anything! i just think it'd.. be for the best if i just get it off my chest instead of bottling it up further-" you're rambling, an anxious mess that can barely breathe in between their words until dan heng cuts you off, his eyes sparkling in the overhead lights of the library car.

"are you... confessing to me?" he asks, holding his breath as his mind whirls for a moment. you pause, nodding in embarrassment. you're about to speak again when dan heng quickly continues, "i feel the same - i mean, that's what i wanted to talk about... too..."

he what? your thoughts are a jumbled mess, heat rushing through your every limb as you both stare at each other, processing the situation. oh aeons, you'd both gone to confess at the same time? among pages that hold secrets and hear all but never speak, among your own very special version of data compared to that of dan heng's data bank?

smiles creep onto both of your faces, you can't deny the lovesick feeling driving you as you take hesitant steps towards where he sits and dan heng rises to his feet, lanky cold hands finding your warm cheeks and cupping them so delicately as you stand before him. your breaths mingle, closer than perhaps either of you had expected when you both stepped into the library car that morning.

in the mix of breathing and trembling hands, your eyes gloss over each other's faces. they drink over the insecurities you love about the other, the soft appearance of their lips and the way their eyes shine in the harsh light. moments later, lips press together in a gentle kiss that say more than words could ever convey.

pom pom had taken your request well, yes. because they were onboard with caelus and march's convenient plotting. in their own defence, they claimed to have been merely trying to draw dan heng out of his room, away from his beloved data that he sleeps among. in the response to the library's opening, he would shuffle to your library whenever the silence of the data bank got a tad too loud, when it echoed in his ears and the past came back to creep into his mind.

you silenced it, your smile warm and inviting the moment he would slide open the car's door and step inside. you assumed he just wanted your presence, his eyes lingering on data about who-knows-what but at the end of the day, dan heng loved watching you work - he loved you.

now you were his, among the data and the books you both surrounded yourself in.

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[mccreesexytime]

Mean ! Armin x Bimbo ! Fem ! Reader

Cw: degradation, slight spanking, power imbalance, face fucking, doggystyle, public sex, cream pie, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation,Dumbification, Dom! Armin, Armin is being a bit creepy but there's a fluff ending. (Sorta)

Summary: Armin offers help to reader who isn't aware of anything, his patience is soon gone and shows you his true feelings to you.

Authors note: hiii this is my first fanfic i've ever posted :3 this is a pretty self indulgent fic lol. There may also be some typos ♥

Today was your first day of college, you were new and you didn't know anyone. It was a large campus full of different types of people. Most people were nice to you, saying "hi" or giving you a quick smile. The nicest one you met so far was a boy with short blonde hair and blue eyes with black frames.

His name was Armin Arlet and he was showing you a tour and acting as a guide towards you. Armin looked at you up and down when you first saw each other, like he was examining you what you were wearing. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable, you thought you were wearing something cute though. You wore a cute jean skirt with a cute light pink long sleeve with a little bow in the middle of where the collar was with thigh highs and mary janes. You even had your nails done. You also had a glossy lipgloss in a cherry pink red type of color. Armin was still being nice though, yeah he seemed like a really smart, nerdy type of guy.

Maybe he just thought you were stupid ? So he had to be nice. Other than that, he looked at the paper in your hand and knew where every class was and you even had a few with him. He had such a warm smile and he was cute. You were glad to meet someone like him.

After he helped you and weeks went by he kept talking to you, always offering you help from him. When you were in the same classes as him though, you would try and focus but it was so boring. You doodled instead. Sometimes you caught an Armin staring at you and he would furrow his eyebrows...you'd wonder what was going through his head. One day Armin decided to ask you if you needed help in this class and if he could tutor you, he noticed you just spacing off into nothing as well. God, he probably really thought you were just a dumb bimbo or something. Always wearing cute little outfits with short skirts just purposely trying to show off for him or something.

You agreed, you did think you really needed help in this class, it was math. Not your suite. Armin told you to meet with him at the library around 6pm. He said there wouldn't  be too many people and you should walk towards the back where it's a bit more isolated. As you did walk in, it was only really your second time in there, the first time you went was just for a book you needed for some class. The library was massive and it had a high ceiling and another floor with large stairs. You kept walking towards the back like armin said and it was becoming a bit dark with high, large book shelves near a corner of the library with a medium sized table and a blonde boy looking down reading a book.

All he had was his backpack on one side of the table and an empty seat next to him. "Oh, hey y/n, glad you could make it." You gave him a small smile with your glossy covered lips and walked towards the seat and sat down. "Heh yeah thanks for coming to help me with this...sorry if it's an inconvenience for you !" Armin pulled out his spiral note book and said "well it's not, just wanted to help. Looks like you really need it anyway." It was a really passive aggressive comment but he was right. You also took out your notebook and a cute lil pencil pouch with pom pom purin on it. You had pink lead pencils inside and as you were grabbing one you accidentally dropped the pouch since it was at the edge of the table and you didn't know it was there. Armin was "busy" looking at a book but couldn't help but notice you bending over in front of him reaching for your pencil pouch. Obviously he saw a cute pink small underwear that barely fit around your ass and of course he thought to himself how stupid you are to not cover yourself or even be aware of showing him your cute looking ass he just wanted to spank so bad. You pick up the pouch but then realize you flashed Armin with your ass. "Ah ! I'm so sorry Armin." You almost screamed in embarrassment and your cheeks feeling warm. "Are you that much of an idiot ?" Armin had a lot of patience with you always but his patience now was thrown away because he was being a pervert and he wanted to make you feel bad and see more. "N-no...i just didn't realize you could see everything.." you didn't know he could be so mean. "I saw your little panties. Do you just go around flashing all the other guys too?" You felt his words go straight to your core, it was turning you on but it hurt a little how mean he was being. You cursed yourself for getting turned on too. "what !? No I don't." Armin looks straight at your eyes, you're fidgeting and nervous from his burning stare. What was he expecting you to say? You kept looking away but he just kept looking at every part of your body and your movements. "Oh yeah ? How come you're always wearing these short skirts and open shirts. you basically want me to look at you."

Armin said this in a cold tone, he was still sitting but he shifted so his body was towards you now, still standing. "Look at what you did." Referring to the growing bulge coming out of his dark slacks. "You know how many times i've masturbated to you? Fucking slut." You looked at him with a pouty face, you felt yourself making your own panties wet. "So are you gonna finish what you started, huh ?" Implying you should suck him off. What an asshole. But you nervously and slowly walked towards him and got on your knees, I mean he was cute. How could you pass up such an opportunity? "Good girl, of course you got straight to your knees as soon as you see a dick." You looked up at him with a still pouty face and tears in the corner of your big pretty eyes with makeup on them. You pawed at his bulge through his slacks, rubbing him and he groaned slightly. Armin took off his glasses and placed them on the table, he then looks down at you while unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers slightly. He whipped out his cock, a thick long cock with small veins running through it with a pink tip already dripping a bit of pre cum. He grabbed his cock, and lined it up at your glossy +cherry red lips. "Go on." He said in a commanding voice. You kissed the tip a few times, getting your lip gloss on it and then kitten licking the tip. Armin was getting pent up from your slow actions and just wanted your mouth. He wanted your glossy lip gloss all over his dick. He parted your lips with his tip and full on putting the tip in your mouth. You bob your head back and forth at a slow and gentle pace. "I know you can do better than that" and he pushed your head, making you almost gag on his dick. You felt every ridge and vein around your tongue. Armin was guiding your head back and forth to make you have a rhythm.

He gripped your hair tight making sure you'll stay. "Keep doing that, fuck" you had tears going down your cheeks, he wasnt letting you go. You clawed at his thighs slightly and he just kept pushing his dick deeper in your throat. You felt his tip at the back of your throat and you kept making gagging noises. He pulled you off so you could breathe, as soon as he did you slightly coughed and breathed heavily. He put his dick next to your face. He soaked in the sight of your already fucked out face next to his cock. You whimpered at him wanting to feel it inside you now. "A-armin, please..can we" you were soaked already and it was dripping down you thighs. "Get up and bend over on your stomach on the table." You did as he said, you were really feeling embarrassed now. You were so exposed and vulnerable to Armin, your skirt was ridding up too. Armin stood up and went behind you, he leaned his head down to your ear and whispered "You really gonna let me fuck you here ? Fucking whore." He was rubbing himself on your ass cheeks but stood up straight to see your ass and spanked you hard. You yelped at the sudden action. He pulled down your panties and let them fall down to your ankles. 

"God you're so wet." He said as he put his dick in your hole without any warnings. You moaned hard at his sudden action again, he felt so big and he didn't give you any time to prepare for his thick cock stretching you. You kept whimpering and moaning at armin to go slow but he wasn't going to listen. He went slow for just a split second at the beginning but started fucking hard. "Armin-please ah slow down" this just sped him up more, he put your arms behind your back and held your wrist there tight, surely getting bruised later. Your body was jolting forward every thrust by the impact of armin ramming into you so hard. With your face being squished down on the table still holding you tight he leaned down to your ear again. "I'm gonna make it so you never take another dick other than mine again." You could feel every inch of Armin ramming into you, you were going to cum soon and you desperately wanted Armins cum inside you. "Armin please cum inside my pussy !" he lets go of one of your hands and puts his free hand around your hair and yanks you up so he gets a better angle with your back now arching. "You want me to get you pregnant too? Fucking idiot." Everything he says turns you on more and more and you cum on his dick, but Armin keeps going to reach his own peak. Armin lets go of your hair and hand entirely and tightly grips your hips instead, he holds you still so he can pump his warm seed into you.  His thrust are already slowing and with each one is an overwhelming pump of his cum. He pulls out and the feeling of your fullness is gone. You lay on the table, ass up still with your legs shaking and feeling warm liquid down your legs, you're huffing and sweating.

As armin is getting dressed, he says "hmm, you took that pretty well. Let's go back to my room so you can rest." As he finishes buckling his belt, he puts all his things away and yours. You manage to pick yourself up feeling sore and sweaty. "I won't let anyone see you don't worry your pretty little head." He gives you the same soft stare and smile as always. You look at him and give him a small smile, he puts both yours and his bags on his shoulders and leans down to kiss you on the forehead. "As long as you keep my cum inside you while we walk"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, so you seem to be the the All Knowing in terms of twst. With Glorious Masquerade getting a rerun soon, I was looking at the cards.

So what the heck is up with Jamil's freaking hat? I'm sorry but I can't look at it without laughing. It looks so stupid. The closest thing I can think of that matches it is the combined crowns of upper and lower Egypt, but this is the equivalent of France so that can't be it.

While I’m flattered that people come to me with their questions, I want to take a moment to remind everyone that I’m just another TWST fan like you are! ^^ It’s stressful to be considered “all knowing” or a fandom authority 💦 That puts a lot of pressure on me to speak on certain subjects or to interact in a certain way (since people might put too much stock into what I say), and then that ends up detracting from my enjoyment. I’d rather not be put on such a high pedestal, please and thank you.

Now, onto the question!

According to Rollo in 1-13 of Glorious Masquerade, the costumes the NRC students were gifted are “patterned after designs that are over 500 years old.”

If we extrapolate this to real life, the implication is that these costumes have roots in Renaissance era (14th century to 17th century) French fashion. Interestingly, Rollo’s own hat is similar to a tricorne, which was primarily worn in the 18th century… so technically, his hat is more “modern” than what the NRC students wear 😂

So I browsed through records of hats from the indicated period and guess what? I couldn’t find an exact match—though I did find a lot of hat designs that I found way sillier than what the NRC boys have. Like… sorry, what is THAT 😭

Some headwear which bears a vague similarity to Jamil’s hat are the Egyptian combined/double crown (the pschent), which Anon has already mentioned, and the French hood, which was worn by women in the 15th century.

The actual closest match I came across was the mitre, a liturgical headdresses worn by Roman Catholic officials. If you look at it from the front, it doesn’t look like much, but it definitely has the height of Jamil’s hat. But then look closer and you’ll realize the mitre does not have one single flap of fabric, but rather two.

If you take the front flap of a mitre and fold it back, you would probably get something very similar to what Jamil wears. (Note that the black part of the hat is NOT his hair, but is fabric that is part of the hat.)

Considering that Noble Bell College is styled like a cathedral and that the Renaissance era from which the Masquerade Dress clothing derives is characterized by the rediscovery of classical literature, art, and philosophy… perhaps it’s not so strange to see a hat borne of religious associations.

… Why did Jamil specifically get this hat? Not sure, I’m not religious myself so don’t ask me to psychoanalyze him from that angle 😂

The golden part securing the front is unusual and does not appear in French fashion of the time (at least not from what I could tell?). It’s styled like pschent but more likely is meant to be turban-like due to Jamil’s inspiration, Jafar, having the same feather sticking up in the middle of a bulbous hat. You’ll notice Jamil had a “feather” too, albeit metal:

To summarize, I think the design of Masquerade Dress Jamil’s hat borrows from multiple inspirations and not just one/old French fashion. Yana has stated before in a March 2023 interview with the Apple App Store that the cultures of Twisted Wonderland are unique and that the clothing that appears in the game are not “reinterpretations of existing costumes”. She seems to incorporate elements from both high fashion and from a variety of cultures to arrive at the final designs. For example, there are elements of many Nordic cultures in the Apple Pom outfits, and the Pomefiore uniform has a Japanese kimono-like silhouette despite the dorm being based on the the Evil Queen (originating from a German tale). I assume something similar happened when designing the Masquerade Dresses; Yana and co. wanted to combine elements and make something of their own.

Final comment I'll make, the shape of Jamil's hat looks like a kind of dumpling... It makes me hungry.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Dirt Bikes and Bets ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

PAIRING: Boy racer!Chan x Fem!Reader 

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fast paced, first dates, first kiss, crying, arguing, cute, fluffy ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Dirt filled the air around you as you let out a small cough, shaking your pom-pom free of all the dust that it was now caked in. Sounds of engines erupted around you as you stared around at all the different groups of people that had gathered at the tracks today and you smirked a little. You knew your brother was about to kick all their asses - as he usually would - and you couldn't wait to rub it into a certain someone's face later. 

"Looking a little lost there, little lamb." The Australian accent sent shivers down your spine and all you wanted to do was throw something in the direction it came from, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he got on your nerves. Christopher, mother fucking, Bang. One of your brother's biggest rivals and the man that really annoyed you to the point where it should be illegal for you to be in the same space as one another. You turned around slowly to face him and you wanted to slap him for wearing such a smug look on his face. You knew why he was looking so proud of himself, that small "nickname" was the same one he'd given to you over a year ago now. 

Things were dirty around you, you had no idea where your brother had run off to but you'd been determined to find him without stopping and asking anyone about it. It was your first race with your brother, and the two of you decided to do a whole tour of the country with the company that was sponsoring your brother. Why did he have to leave you in the car to come and find him alone though? The two of you had agreed to go together and yet he'd walked off the second he'd seen some brunette with a mini skirt on.

"You look lost, little lamb." A thick Australian accent came out and your legs practically became jelly as you turned around to see who it was coming from. A man stood in front of you, a helmet tucked under his arm as he glanced you up and down with a smirk on his lips. There was no denying just how hot this man was, black hair which was slightly long for him and thrown around in every which direction. A scar on his left eyebrow, that left a gap between the hairs, and his eyes could stare into your soul leaving you empty if he wasn't looking at you. The man was so hot he could melt butter with one look and you whimpered, trying to find your voice.

"Not lost," You mumbled, stepping to the side thinking that you must have been in his way but he didn't move, he just laughed dryly and stared at you shaking his head a little.

"Right. Chain bunnies don't usually stand down here," He grumbled, it took a minute for the words to fully register in your mind.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!" You yelled out as he started to walk away from you, scoffing as you stood in front of him and putting your hand on his chest to stop him from going anywhere. The look he was giving you, you could practically feel judgment dripping from it.

"I called you a chain bunny, or did I miss the memo where you guys go by a different name now?" He stared you down and you scoffed at him. He was probably the type to talk to girls like this all the time and enjoy watching them run away but he picked the wrong kind of girl to start with today. You weren't the shy and timid little girl that would run and cry the second she was called something nasty.

"Do I look like a fucking Chain bunny to you?" You questioned, folding your arms over your chest as you tried to control the way your heart was pounding against your chest. The last thing you wanted to do was to cause shit with someone at your brother's race track, but this guy was heading the right way for a punch.

"You all look the same to me," He laughed and you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, there was no way you were going to stand here and take shit of some random stranger when he didn't know you.

"Had enough of them, have you? Fucking man whore." You grumbled, staring over at his shoulder and seeing your brother making his way over you smiled at him waving him over sooner.

"You ready?"  Your brother questioned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a small hug, you relaxed a little having him closer to you. At least the ass in front of you might calm down a little if he saw you clearly weren't a "chain bunny".

"You might want to tell your little groupie, that from now on, she's to stay in the back where she can't be spotted," Your brother's grip on you tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself under control, your blood was boiling by this point and you were holding back the urge to scratch his eyes out.

"Actually, she's my sister. Yn. Yn, this is Bang Chan," You knew the name as soon as it left his mouth, Christopher...The man that had gotten your brother into racing in the first place and it turned out he was a massive asshole. God, how had you not recognised him from all the press conferences your brother was constantly watching, not to mention all of the posters he used to have up around his old room.

"Sister? Hmm, does she come to every race?" Chan questioned, directing his question at your brother as if you weren't standing right there so you smirked, answering before your brother had the chance to.

"SHE's standing right here and yes I do," You mumbled staring at him as he stared at you, both of you staring back at one another like you were in a silent battle to see who would look away first.

"BOYS! Let's go!" A voice boomed out, Chris walked away first and you clenched your fists at your side trying to ignore the way he made you feel so angry.

"Such a pretentious ass," You hissed, shaking your head as you took in some deep breaths trying to calm yourself down.

"You don't like him?" Your brother asked sarcastically making you lightly shove him, as he let out a laugh and stumbled backwards slightly.

"He implied I was a groupie." You reminded him as he shook his head at you, he knew you must have said something back and he was dying to know what.

"What did you call him in return?" He smirked arching his brow at you as you folded your arms over your chest,

"I called him a man whore," Your brother erupted in laughter before shaking his head, kissing your cheek and rushing off to go and find his starting position.

"Not lost," You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to see your brother already getting his bike ready for the final checks that the racing company were going to be performing. Every race was the same, the racers would bring their bikes for final checks by the company before they were placed into their positions. Sure, there were some other complicated matters but you didn't bother yourself with the ins and outs of everything.

"Shame, I would have loved to show you around," He whispered in your ear, his hand lingering on your back a second longer than it should have but you didn't cringe at the feeling of it and you hated yourself for it. How dare your body betray you the way it did whenever Chan was around you.  The two of you didn't have a friendship with one another, in fact, you could only bare to be around him for so long before you'd want to run away from him.

"Get away from me," You hissed out, stepping away from his touch and dusting off your back as if he'd actually left "cooties" on you. The two of you were constantly facing off with one another, he thought he was better than he was and was convinced you were in love with him. Which couldn't have been further from the truth. You would bicker with one another all of the time but Chan took it as a silent crush that you had on him,

"We both know you love my hands on your body." He winked at you, his lips tugging up at the corners as he slowly realised what you were wearing. It was a short cheerleading outfit with your brother's bike number on the back, the colours all matching the black and red bike and it looked great. Though he couldn't help but imagine how much better it would look with his number splashed across your back,

"Did I enter an alternate universe? Or did that last bike crash fuck your head up that badly?" It was harsh to bring up the last race where Chan came off his bike but you knew it was the quickfire way to get him to shut up and leave you alone.

"I'm going to win this race for you baby," He told you as you scoffed at him. Ever since your brother had started the racing circuit Chan had always placed in second compared to your brother and he hated it but at the same time, he kind of loved it. Being able to race against your brother always gave him the chance to get on your nerves and wind you up a little.

"Please, you and I both know you'll never win against my brother," You smirked slyly at him and he chuckled a little, he had a new bike now which meant he was ready to push it to its limits and he was ready to try and push yours too.

"Care to wager against that, little lamb?" He chuckled, watching you as he knew you could never resist a bet when it came to your brother's racing. He'd already heard you make bets with other racers for the last few weeks,

"How so?" You quizzed, your eyebrow-raising as you looked at him suddenly very interested in what he was saying.

"If I win, I get to take you out, if your brother wins...I'll do whatever you want." Your ears picked up as you thought about it. There was no way Chan was ever going to be able to beat your brother, the last year had proved that exponentially and you smirked stepping closer to Chan. Your chest pressed against his,

"The moment you beat my brother I'll go out on a date with you, which...Will be never," You smiled sweetly, patting his chest before turning to walk away but his hand wrapped around your wrist gently and he tugged you into his chest. Your heart raced as you stared up at him, your body once again betraying you as you felt yourself getting weak being this close to him, but you didn't let it show, you hid it deep down.

"If I win, I get a date and you have to wear my colour and number at the next race," He looked down at you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip at the single thought of you in his colours. You pulled your hand free from his grasp and smirked at him, there was no way he was going to win and you could have fun making him do whatever you wanted when your brother beat him,

"Deal." You told him, shaking his hand as you laughed a little,

"Try not to crash and burn this time," You told him as you smirked, winking at him before walking in the direction of the stands, getting your camera ready for the moment your brother would crush Chan into the dirt.

Only the moment never came, your brother came in close second and Chan was first, not only was he first but he was making his way over to you instead of going to the winning podium. 

"I'll pick you up at six tonight," He smirked, his eyes lingering on your body as you stared back at him, your chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. There was no way he should have beaten your brother,

"How did you win?" You questioned, throwing the pom-poms onto the floor and staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to where this newfound race energy had come from. You knew he'd gotten a new bike but he couldn't have gotten it done to be better than the other bikes, it was cheating.

"I'm that good." He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder once his name was called, it was time for photos and he needed to be on the podium holding the small trophy and answering questions. But he couldn't resist the urge of getting to come over here and winding you up about the date he had with you that night.

"Bullshit. You cheated..." You accused and his smile dropped from his face. That accusation would get him into a lot of shit and he didn't need that, the last thing he would ever do was jeopardise his career with a chance of beating your brother. He'd won because he was better, simple as that.

"Baby. I don't cheat." He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have another care in the world.

"It must have been the sheer imagination of me getting to spend time with you that gave me the drive and determination to beat him." You were seething with anger, he must have cheated somehow and you stared over at your brother who was still all smiles as if he didn't care...Which he didn't. Racing had never been about winning for him, he still got paid as long as he finished in the top three and that was mostly all he cared about, that and getting to race which was what he loved to do.

"I hate you." You grumbled at him, making your way out from the stands and going in the direction of your brother, Chan hot on your tail as he walked behind you and chuckled.

"Now, now, baby girl, you're mine tonight. Wear something...Black," He'd already planned everything out he was going to do with you tonight and he wanted you to be dressed appropriately for it. Not to mention he was dying to see you in those black jeans you'd worn to the last press conference, God, he was still dreaming about them.

"You're going to tell me what to wear?" You questioned as he chuckled softly, nodding his head even if you couldn't see him right now.

"Jeans, maybe something flat on your feet. I would suggest a skirt but I'm not one to put out on a first date," He laughed dryly, rushing in front of you and going to stand on the top of the podium next to your brother,

"Good race, I look forward to the next one," Chan told your brother as they shook hands, both of them laughing among one another. While you and Chan didn't get along the best, he and your brother had quite the bond with one another which drove you slightly crazy. Especially when they would hang out in the hotel room together while you were there, you could always feel Chan's eyes on you and it drove you wild.

Maybe it was because you found him attractive and hated him that it drove you up the wall, or maybe it was the fact that you might have liked him...just a little but would never do anything about it. You'd made a vow after the last guy you'd dated that you would never date another racer for as long as you lived, and maybe even in your next life as well. They brought too much drama to the relationship, too much heartache and you weren't going to start falling for another boy just for him to rip you apart like the last one did. 

"What is this place?" You questioned as a waiter took your jacket as well as Chan's, taking them away and leaving you both alone inside the gazebo alone. It was in the middle of some park that Chan had driven you both too, on the back of a real motorbike and not some dirtbike that he would race. To your surprise, he'd driven very carefully and made no comments about your arms being around his waist but this park was incredible. The wooden gazebo was lit up by fairy lights everywhere, inside was a single white table, with a dinner set up on top of it. It was like something straight out of a romance novel and you weren't sure what Chan's angle on this was going to be.

"A park, didn't you see the jungle gym area as we walked in?" He smirked, pulling out your seat and waiting for you to take a seat and as you did you stared at him.

"I mean, you could have taken me anywhere, made me do anything and you choice a romantic night under the stars?" You gestured around you, this wasn't something you would have imagined Chan doing and you could barely believe it was even happening as you were doing it now.

"What would you rather I have you do? Dirt bike racing as a date? Taking you fishing?" He laughed, sitting across from you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. When he won he knew exactly what he wanted to do, he wanted to "woo" you and show you exactly the kind of man he was going to be if you were to take him seriously.

"No...I just-" You let out a small sigh as you looked at him, you probably shouldn't assume things about him.

"I didn't think this would be your kind of thing," You shrugged this time and Chan frowned, leaning on the table as he stared at you. He was interested to see what you really thought of him and tonight was the night he could try and get it out of you.

"What do you think my "thing" is, exactly?" Your mouth was suddenly dry and you shook your head.

"Bike guys, they like racing...they like going to car meets, they don't care what their date wants to do." Was it wrong to assume most of them were the same? Yes. But in your experience, 80% of them had been the same, except your brother who seemed like one of the decent racers...As far as you knew anyway. Chan stared at you for a couple of seconds, studying the way your face contorted as you spoke about other "bike guys" It was obvious someone had hurt you and the thought of it made his heart drop.

"Who did you date that was like that?" Your eyes snapped in his direction and you laughed dryly, playing it off as though it was nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled, picking up the menu in front of you, noticing that it was a set course all of which happened to be your favourite meals and you frowned. How did he know all of this about you?

"You can bullshit your brother all you want, but I can tell. I read you like a book, Yn." Your eyes slowly looked back at him and you choose to be defensive about it, it was going to be the only way you were going to come out of this "date" without falling for him.

"You probably couldn't read a kid's book, Chris." You hissed out but the smirk on his lips only grew as he watched you. Tonight was going to be fun if you were going to continue to bite back at everything he said to you, something he loved doing with you. The bickering only drove his desire for you more intense and he adored getting to go back and forth with you.

"You're hot when you're mad at me,"

"You know what, I should just leave." You went to stand up, the chair dragging on the floor but you stilled as Chan stared at you with a darkened look in his eyes.

"We made a bet, baby girl, sit." You slowly sat back down, putting a napkin onto your lap as the first course was being bought out to the table and placed down in front of you before the waiter left without saying anything.

"You cheated, I know it." You mumbled, picking up the tiny fork and starting on the first course of food. Chan wanted to wipe that one thought out of your head and he would do anything to prove it to you, even if it meant taking you to see his bike and having someone inspect it to just prove it to you.

"I told you, it was the determination to get to spend a wonderful night with you. Something I've wanted for a long time," He said before putting some food into his mouth but you stilled as you thought about it. Why was he so intent on getting to go out with you? What was so special about him spending time with you?

"Why? Is there some bet with the guys to see who can get me to go out with them first? Or is it some bet to see who I will sleep with first?" Chan stared at you in silence,

"Someone really did a number on you. Is it that hard for you to believe I just wanted to get to know you? To maybe fall in love?" You laughed loudly at him, dropping your fork as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Love?" You questioned, sipping on the water as Chan eyed you up suspiciously, every girl he knew believed in love and wanted love to be everything that consumed them. 

"You know the thing where two people feel so deeply for one another they can't even bear to be apart?"

"It's not real." You said plainly, shrugging your shoulders and continuing to eat your food but the statement made Chan be put off from all thoughts of food.

"You can't be serious. What makes you think that?" You looked down at the plate in front of you. None of it was real. It was something you used to believe in, until "love" had fucked you over too many times to count, you were sick of relying on something that was clearly not there.

"It's an attraction to one another," You told him, looking back at him and swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You'd never explained it to anyone, only to yourself whenever you felt yourself getting attracted to someone again only to remind yourself of all the reasons it would never work.

"You get attracted to one another but once that attraction fades, the expectations fall and people start to hate one another because there's nothing else there," Chan was frowning the whole time as he listened to you speak, only someone who had been deeply hurt could have come to this conclussion about love and all he wanted to do was change your mi

and on everything you believed.

"Love is something that's made up to sell films, books and cards...Everything. Love is a business transaction, something that people buy into because they want to feel needed. It's not real." He blinked at you as you finally finished and you stared back at him,

"What?" You mumbled noticing that he was just watching you in complete silence. You knew it was stupid to give him the whole lecture but you needed him to know that there was never going to be anything between you.

"I'm going to prove to you, that none of that is true." He suggested, finishing the first course of food and waiting for you to do the same but you were giggling at the thought of him "proving you wrong." No one could change your mind about the fact that love was a facade.

"Chan, I would never fall "in love" with you," You told him, finishing your food and watching as the waiter came and took the plates away your eyes finding Chan's as he smiled warmly at you. Gone was the cocky man that thought you loved him and sitting in front of you was a warm smiling man who was going to make you feel better. 

"You say that now, but we still have a whole night together yet, Princess," He told you but your heart had skipped a damn beat at the nickname and you stared away from him and shook your head.

"Nothing will ever happen between us." 

The rest of the night was just as romantic as the dinner the two of you had, Chan took you to the pier to go and play some games where he could win you toys. Not to mention taking you to a photo booth to take plenty of photos with you. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up and for a while, it started to feel as though you had a friend with you, instead of Bang Chan, a boy racer that had a player attitude.

"So who was it?" Chan asked as he spooned some ice cream into your mouth. It was pitch black outside except for the streetlight the two of you were standing under the outside of your hotel. It must have been almost two in the morning and you didn't even want to leave, which was shocking to you but you'd genuinely been enjoying your time with him. You knew what his question was about and you knew you weren't going to be able to avoid it forever so you let out a small sigh. The two of you had just driven back here when you noticed an ice cream stand was still open and it was your idea to eat together.

"A boy racer," You shrugged but he stared at you, feeding you more ice cream and shaking his head,

"I know that, but who?" He knew it had to have been a racer since that was who you held such a grudge against but he wanted names and numbers. He wanted to find the guy that had ruined the idea of love for you, he wanted to beat him to a pulp for hurting you.

"Why? What are you going to do? Beat him up?" You giggled, nudging him softly as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face.

"Would that make you feel better if I did?" He reached his hand out, wiping some of the ice cream from your lip as you both stayed in silence, a small gasp leaving your throat when you felt some jolt of electricity from the contact of his hand.

"No." You laughed out, moving away from his touch and shaking your head. You weren't going to let yourself feel excited around Chan, this was all because of attraction, you needed to end this date right now and go home. The hotel was right there but yet you couldn't bring yourself to walk inside and get away from him, your body stayed near him as if you needed to be beside him all night.

"Besides...My brother already did. He isn't worth the time or energy to even think about anymore,"  You told him as you smiled weakly.

"And yet you waste time and energy on hating racers...hating on love," Chan stared at you as you moved away from him, folding your arms over your chest as you suddenly started to feel the cold air on your arms. Chan slid off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders.

"Because love isn't real, Chris." You stared up at him, he was centimetres in front of you and you could feel his breath on your face.

"You feel nothing for me?" He questioned, leaning closer to you, your faces so close you could practically smell the ice cream you'd been sharing with one another,

"N-Nothing." You stuttered out as he leaned closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart began to race against your chest. Butterflies exploded inside of your stomach and you hated how badly your body wanted him despite your heart knowing how much it hurt at the end of it all.

"Then why is your heart racing? Is your breath more shallow? You like me Yn, admit it..." He told you as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your cheek, pulling away as he stared at you trying to come to terms with what happened.

"You're wearing my colours and number tomorrow...Remember," He watched you and smiled. He wasn't going to kiss you tonight, he was going to leave you wanting him, craving him and most of all he was going to make you realise just how badly you wanted him.

"What?" You stuttered out, finally coming back to reality as you realised he was making his way back to his bike, watching you as you stayed in place just watching him. He was in a hotel down the road and he knew you could get to your hotel safely from here, but he would still watch until you went into the building he would never leave you vulnerable.

"For the next race and if I win...I get a kiss and you can tell me then that you feel nothing." He revved his engine before sliding on his helmet, you slowly turned on your heel and made your way to the building turning to look at him as he watched you disappear into the building.

Why was your heart still racing when you weren't near him? The thought of being with him made your whole heart sing and you hated her for betraying you like this. She knew exactly what it was like to be broken and here she was whoring herself out to the bike racer that threw himself at her. No. You weren't going to play into it, you weren't going to play into his games.

When the race had started Chan hadn't seen you anywhere in sight and again when the race had ended. Were you sick? It wasn't food poisoning, the two of you had eaten the same thing and he was perfectly fine this morning. As soon as he'd come across the finishing line in first place he'd hoped to see you waiting for him in his number and colours but you were nowhere in sight.

"Chris! Get your ass on the podium now!" His manager screamed out as Chan searched through the crowd that was congratulating him on his recent win, including your brother.

"Where's Yn?" Chan asked panicked, looking at your brother who was looking a little lost. He'd known about your date together since he'd been the one to help Chan plan it all. He thought Chan and you would be good together, even going as far as to try to put you together multiple times.

"She said she was staying home tonight, something about not feeling right?" Chan's smile dropped and he looked at his phone, he'd texted you that morning but it had been left on read which wasn't filling him with the most confidence. Had everything been in his head last night? Did you not feel the way he thought you did?

"Can I borrow-" Before Chan could finish asking for the hotel room key your brother was already holding it out for him and smirking.

"Go and surprise her, I didn't lose both races on purpose for nothing." Chan nodded and sprinted in the direction of his actual bike, ignoring the pleas of his manager to come and finish the photo ops.

Tears were filling the pillowcase as you cradled it into your chest, you'd barely stopped crying since you woke up that morning. Everything from the night before played in your mind as you thought about your date with Chan and the way you were feeling for him. It hurt to imagine being with him, you wanted it more than anything in the world but you couldn't deal with the hurt if it all went wrong.

"If I'd known I'd find a crying Princess I would have bought tissues," You shot up in the bed to see Chan staring back at you, he was still wearing his racing clothes and he appeared to be panting heavily.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, wiping your eyes as you tried to act as though you hadn't been sobbing but it was obvious that you had been. Even a blind person would be able to tell you'd been crying all morning,

"I came to get my prize." He threw his helmet down onto the sofa that was inside of your room and he knelt on the bed in front of you. You slowly knelt up and swallowed the lump in your throat. Did he beat your brother again?

"You won?" You sniffed as he nodded, his hand softly cupping both your cheeks in his hands as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling in front of him. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry over him.

"I did."

"And now you want a kiss." You remembered his statement from the night before, god, kissing him had been all you could think about the night before, even creeping into your dreams. 

"And to tell me you feel nothing." He knew you wouldn't be able to, but he needed you to know it was an option, he wasn't going to force you to say you felt something if you truly didn't.

"Chris..."

"Just kiss me," He whispered, your faces inches away from one another before you slowly kissed him. At first, it was nothing but then all at once it was like something had exploded inside of you, fireworks, electricity, you felt everything all at once. Your arms slowly made their way to rest on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, your fingers sliding into his messy hair as you pressed yourself against him. The kiss deepened as you relaxed against him, a whimper leaving your lips. This was everything you could have imagined and more, everything the books wrote about and you hated that.

"Now...Now tell me you felt nothing," He told you as you slowly pulled away from one another. Your fingers touched your lips as you stared at him, shaking your head.

"I-I can't..." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes but he wasn't going to let you cry anymore.

"Because you felt something for me," He whispered, slowly pulling you into him again and looking down at you,

"I feel the same way too." He told you, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead as you let out a small whine.

"I'm scared, Chris." You admitted as you both sat down on the bed, your head coming to rest on your shoulder as he took your hand into his. His fingers slowly draw small invisible patterns onto your skin,

"I've got you, little lamb, I won't let anything happen to you."

"How do you know it'll work?" You questioned, your mind racing with everything that could go wrong but he tightened his grip on you.

"I don't...But I believe it will, I will make it work to the best of my ability." He knew you were going to try and talk yourself out of it and it was going to be his job to put your mind at ease.

"What if everything goes wrong?"

"I'll make everything right." He smirked cockily and you shoved against his chest.

"Do you have an answer for everything?"

"Yes." He smirked before you kissed him again softly.

Nothing was ever easy but Chan had kept to his word about making everything work and you had too. The two of you were two years going strong and the "Love" word had come up more times than you could count, something you'd eventually been able to say to him.

"I told you I could beat you," Chan told your brother as you placed the food down in front of them both, rolling your eyes as they began to debate their winnings together. It had come to light that your brother had let Chan win just so the two of you would date but even after that, Chan seemed to still win on occasion something the two of them would bicker about.

"I let you win." Your brother grumbled even though it wasn't true. On the final lap of the race, your brother had slid into a mud patch throwing off the game and he came dead last because of it.

"Erm, no you didn't. Babe, tell him he didn't let me win this one." You smirked at them both,

"You two can fight over it among each other. I'm going to eat my food in peace." You giggled before Chan tickled your sides and the boys continued to bicker back and forth with one another about everything that had happened that day and you smiled to yourself. As much as you hadn't used to believe in love, it was obvious to you now that it was real and you felt it, truly madly and deeply for your little boy racer.

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There Goes My Hero

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #12 - Prompt: Ow! | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: language, canon typical violence, fat shaming, mention of blood, injuries, mention of past bullying | POV: Matt | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, violence, fighting,

This was the very first thing I wrote for CCFest back in April!

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Matt’s not a fighter. He’s not brave. 

He spent years skulking around the halls of Hawkins High, desperately trying to make himself smaller, to make himself invisible. Until Eddie came along and told them it was all bullshit anyway. Until Eddie came along, bigger and bolder than everyone else, a huge willow tree for them all to take shelter under.

Fighting to him, to all of them he thinks, is learning to take a slap and then walking it off. Saying ’it’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt’ as you wipe the blood from under your nose. Not biting back when they call you a fat fuck.

Fighting to him is just taking it.

And that’s mortifying, honestly, fucking pathetic, but he just wanted to keep his head down, play his music and DnD, and be left alone.

So he doesn’t know where it came from, so suddenly, although maybe that’s a lie. Like saying it doesn’t hurt when your face stings, and you’re standing in the hallway, humiliated. If he digs deep, really thinks hard about it, then it’s probably years of pent-up anger. Of having his shit stolen from his locker, of seeing his friends getting picked on and not having the guts to do a fucking thing about it other than watch and hope you’re not next. So yeah, blind, impotent rage, right? The kind that makes good people go off in the world and do bad things. 

This was his bad thing.

He hopes the other guy is okay, mostly because he doesn’t want to go to jail. He hasn’t seen Eddie since they got brought in to the ER, and he really hopes he’s okay. His face looked a mess. 

This was the eighth show on their little midwestern tour. They put it together themselves, all piled into the van, and Jeff’s station wagon (they’d laughed when he bought it, but it was a genius idea in retrospect), and just took off for a few shows over the summer. Nothing big. No real agenda other than to play and get the fuck out of Hawkins.

It would be understating it to say that Hawkins had done a number on Eddie. They still have no idea what happened. Eddie told them he got bit by dogs which just made them angry, honestly, because the stench coming off that bullshit was stifling. What they do know for sure is that he nearly died. That whatever happened left him hollowed out, physically and mentally. That it broke something in their friend, which broke something in them.

Watching Eddie recover was hard. They were all sure the band was over but in some fucked up, twisted, alternate-dimension weirdness, Steve Harrington got Eddie to play again. 

Steve. 

Harrington. 

What the fuck?

And fuck knows what he did, or said, or bribed Eddie with, but it worked. He picked up the guitar again, trading lead for rhythm with Jeff while he built up his strength and coordination, but for all that he was frustrated the light came back on. Eddie was back.

Matt wasn’t letting anyone take him away again.

It only took one show at The Hideout to know they were never going to play there again. Eddie was a curiosity now, something to be gawped at. Someone thought it would be hilarious to throw a cheerleader’s pom pom onto the stage, and it sent Eddie into a spiral. He holed up in the bathroom and wouldn’t let anyone in until Steve showed up and alikazam! the door opens. They were in there for an hour. Eddie was red-eyed and a little dazed afterwards and that was the last night they ever played in Hawkins. 

They’re in Des Moines when it happens. The show was great, objectively fucking awesome. There must have been a couple of hundred people in there, and the manager wanted them back, people asked for tapes. It couldn’t have gone any better.

So of course it went to shit.

They’d barely opened the back of the van to load up before some six-foot giant grabbed Eddie by the collar and punched him so hard in the face that blood sprayed from his nose, landing on Gareth beside him. There was a moment of complete silence, where it felt like the world just stopped or his vision had just whited out. And then—

He’s never punched anyone before, is the thing. He didn’t know there were ways you’re supposed to hold your hand, your thumb, and even if he did he’s not sure he would have done it anyway. What he does know, now at least, is that he has a mean fucking right hook. Jeff was trying to push the giant off Eddie, and Gareth was standing there with Eddie’s blood on the side of his face, shocked to shit to be fair to him, so the asshole didn’t get a second to register Matt approaching, hitting him square in the jaw and onto his ass.

And he doesn’t know what happened after that really, just that he was kicking him, boot slamming into the soft side of the man on the floor, over and over until it was Eddie, face like an abattoir floor, that pulled him off.

He mulls it over while he waits for an X-Ray. There’s definitely something broken, he can feel the grinding when he moves his hand and it hurts like a motherfucker. They still had a few shows to go. He ruined the tour with one punch. 

Jeff opens the curtain and sits next to him on the bed.

“How’s the hand?”

“Fucked. How’s Eddie’s nose?”

“Fucked.”

They sit in silence, shoulder-to-shoulder, self-declared best friends forever. 

“I can’t believe someone recognised him out here,” Jeff mutters, maybe to himself, Matt can’t be sure.

They don’t say it, but they’re both thinking it; Hawkins is going to follow Eddie everwhere. Follow them everywhere. And they can’t keep fighting their way out of things every time it catches up with them.