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lainiespicewrites · 1 year ago

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now.

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond.

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide.

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly.

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him.

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone.

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now.

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile.

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for.

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine.

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head.

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked.

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,”

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!”

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed.

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much!

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office.

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled.

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities.

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed.

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me.

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office.

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card.

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)” I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early.

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence.

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me.

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased.

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked.

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly.

“It might be.” I said shyly.

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked.

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers.

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully.

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head.

“Good luch coach.”

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game.

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.”

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly.

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer.

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest.

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy, you’re such a tease baby,” he growled.

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door.

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck.

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew they’d be off. I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag?

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety.

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid.

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled.

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me.

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased. He chuckled

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin.

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded.

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed.

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake.

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip.

“You like it or you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Hold still sugar, you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked.

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered.

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked.

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck.

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled.

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins. “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball.

“That was a good try,” He snickered.

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around.

“You hit em that time!” I laughed.

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter.

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet.

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly. He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted.

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me.

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home. The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed.

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head.

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was so excited for him to get us home.

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside.

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath.

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder.

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass.

“You asked for this sugar!” He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse.

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it.

“Yes Sir!” I choked out.

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.” I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me.

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest.

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he growled in my ear.

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax.

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much.

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me.

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was.

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath.

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed.

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uhhhhjhfrogs · 2 years ago

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Uhh a quick lil 1.8k of Corroded Coffin Steddie | ao3

Eddie woke up to Steve running his fingers through his hair, he purred like a cat and buried his face in Steve’s chest, “can I just stay here forever?”

Steve chuckled softly and Eddie luxuriated in the vibration, “I mean forever is a long time but the rest of this Sunday seems doable.”

“I can’t Sunday I have…” Eddie's eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, “band practice! Shit!”

“Since when do you have band practice on a Sunday?” Steve pouted as he watched Eddie scramble out of bed, grabbing whatever clothes he got his hands on first.

“Since you seduced me into skipping practice on Thursday.”

Steve smirked to himself, “I don’t remember you complaining.”

“Well my mouth was pretty busy if you remember,” Eddie scoffed as he hopped around the room pulling up his pants.

Steve sat up in bed to watch him, leaning against the headboard, the sheets pooled around his waist and bare chest on display, all Eddie wanted to do was crawl in between his legs and take him under the sheets again but he had already flaked once that week he couldn’t flake again. Instead he groaned and came to Steve’s side of the bed, tilting his chin up to kiss him sweetly, “it’s torture leaving you dear but maybe you want to come by practice later? In like an hour or two? Watch us play a little bit?”

Steve hummed and kissed him again, “yeah sounds fun, but you should go now if you don’t want to be late.”

“What would I do without you?” Eddie grinned, giving him one more kiss before sprinting out the door. And if Steve didn’t mention how half the clothes Eddie had grabbed had been his? Well he would find out when his friends asked why he was wearing a Hawkins Varsity Swim shirt and Steve’s boxers.

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Eddie was only 10 minutes late to practice rather than his usual 20, Steve must be a good influence on him. The rest of the guys were already there but they were still setting up so Eddie quickly put his stuff down and started setting up his own sweetheart.

They all started tuning their instruments and tuning turned into a little bit of a jam and then Eddie transitioned into the opening of one of their songs and they were off. It was messy and a little uncoordinated, but their first song at practice always was. It was fun though and Eddie jumped around like they were playing for an actual audience instead of just the garden gnomes in Gareth’s garage. All that jumping in Gareth’s sauna of a garage and Eddie was already sweating, he shed the jacket he had come in with and decided to play the rest of practice in just his tshirt; or what he thought was his tshirt.

“Is that Steve Harrington’s shirt?” Gareth questioned from behind his drum set.

“What?” Eddie looked down and realized that in his haste to get to practice in time he had picked up Steve’s shirt instead of his own, ‘Hawkins Swim and Dive’ plastered across his chest in varsity font. “This isn’t Steve’s… I must’ve swiped this from the locker room a while back, I was in a rush to get here on time - wasn’t looking at what I was grabbing.”

“Dude. It literally says Harrington on the back, why are you lying about this?”

“Shit. Uh I guess it is Steve’s then, whatever, maybe he left it at my house, should we do ‘stagnant’ next? We should practice it for the gig next weekend.”

It was a shameless segue but it worked, they dropped their line of questioning and practice went back to normal for a little while. Until Eddie dropped his pick and had to crouch down to pick it up.

“Who’s boxers are those!” Gareth threw his drumstick towards the revealing gap between Eddie’s shirt that was riding up and his pants that were riding down.

“What the fuck does that mean? My own?”

Jeff stepped forward and put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “Eddie, I think I can speak for all of us when I say, we’ve seen you in your underwear enough to know that those are not yours, so whose are they?”

“Maybe I bought new underwear? Have you considered that?” Eddie crossed his arms defensively.

They all burst out laughing and Eddie pouted at them, “I don’t know what’s so funny.”

“I literally gave you underwear for your last birthday because you never buy them yourself.”

“Think if we checked the waistband there would be a nice little ‘S. Harrington’ embroidered in script?”

“No!” Eddie squeaked, because he knew it was there.

Gareth stood up and came around his drum set,“I think we know what we have to do boys.”

The other two nodded in unison, “It must be done.”

The boys started wrestling, trying to pin Eddie down and he was scrappy but 3-on-1 is never fair and soon enough Eddie was immobilized under the weight of his entire band sitting on top of him.

“Holy shit I was joking but it’s real, he’s wearing Steve Harrington's underwear.”

Eddie braced himself for the next logical leap, for them realizing that he and Steve were dating and all the questions that came from it but instead Jeff just laughed, “I can’t believe you stole Harrington’s underwear, like we know you’ve had a thing for Harrington since Sophomore year but we didn’t know you were so desperate that you’d stoop so low to a panty raid.”

Gareth grinned, “this is great blackmail material.”

“What? you’re going to blackmail me because I’m gay? That’s kind of homophobic of you guys.” Eddie said as he tried to wiggle out from under them.

“Not because you’re gay, we would’ve done this if you stole a girls underwear too, it’s the underwear theft itself which is the blackmail material, like sure everyone had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in their lives but I doubt more than a few went so far as to steal his underwear.”

They finally let him up and Eddie just rolled his eyes, “ok whatever, I don’t care.”

“You’re saying you don’t care if Harrington finds out that you like him soooo much that you stole his underwear?”

“No I don’t care, especially because I know you’ll never have the guts to actually tell him.”

“I mean he kind of has a point there, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you even stand within five feet of Steve Harrington.”

“Ooh your ears must be burning!” Gareth’s mom laughed as she led Steve into the garage, “Steve Harrington is here, asking for Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie said I could watch you practice today.” Steve waved.

All the band members looked at Eddie with wicked smirks.

Eddie kicked his band mates in the shins subtly as he crossed to Steve, “Yeah, we were just gonna start going through our set list for the next show, you can sit on the couch over there.”

“Cool.” Steve smiled and settled on the couch to watch.

Thankfully, the band valued rehearsal over the potential humiliation of their lead singer and they followed Eddie’s lead-in to their set list. Going through the set list and fixing all the mistakes they made along the way took another hour and afterwards the boys were beat. Eddie dropped to the floor where he was, sprawling on the floor with Jeff, Gareth spun around on his stool and Kurt sat on the couch with Steve.

Eddie popped his head up and grinned at Steve, “so what did you think?”

“Loud,” Steve chuckled, “but really cool, there were some new songs in there right?”

“You know our music well enough to know which songs are new?” Gareth leaned over his drums.

“Yeah, Eddie gave me some of your tapes.”

“And you listened to them?”

Steve furrowed his brow, “yeah? What else would I do with them?”

“Huh.”

Breaking the awkward tension that had begun seeping into the room, Jeff popped his head up, “Do we have any beer?”

_____

A couple beers in all the guys were a lot more relaxed, Steve had slotted into the dynamic between them surprisingly well. Eventually Jeff had enough of the puppy dog eyes Eddie was giving Steve so he decided to stir the pot, “so what do you think of Eddie’s wardrobe today, Steve? Think we should add more jock style to the band?”

“I think you should,” Steve snorted, “imagine, you could be the only metal band out there in varsity jackets.”

“Yeah? You think so, Harrington? Would you lend all of us various athletic paraphernalia?”

“Playing multiple sports since middle school has prepared me for this,” he nodded solemnly, “if you wanted to you could all take a different sport even.”

Eddie laughed, “ok but I want your letterman jacket.” He shot Steve a secret little smile, he’s worn Steve’s letterman jacket before, he’s worn only Steve’s letterman jacket before, and he didn’t want any of his other band mates tainting that memory.

Kurt pouted,”aw you already got his underwear! I want the jacket.”

“Oh come on! There goes our blackmail dummy.”

“Your what?” Steve chuckled.

“Oh shit. Sorry Eddie, we really didn’t plan on saying anything, it just slipped. Fuck! Sorry man.”

“I told you guys, I don’t care if you try and tell Steve.”

“Are you sure? Because I think it’s so funny.”

“Go ahead” Eddie made a flourish with his hand from the floor.

“Hey Steve-“

“Yeah?”

“You know Eddie is wearing your boxers right now?” The band burst out laughing and Eddie just shrugged shamelessly at Steve who was grinning like an idiot.

“Huh, wonder where he got those.” Steve chuckled.

“You don’t care if we tell him the second part either?” Gareth poked Eddie on the floor.

“No go ahead, I would argue that’s the funnier part.” Eddie smirked directly at Steve.

“Well we assume that he stole them from your house because he likes you sooo much.” They cackled like hyenas the way that only drunk 18 year olds can.

“Hmm, and Eddie, you really don’t care that they told me this?”

“Not a bit,” he gave Steve a small knowing smile.

Steve popped off the couch and for a second the band was afraid he was about to kick Eddie when he was literally down but instead he laid next to Eddie, interlaced their fingers together and smiled, “Well I think it’s a good thing he likes me so much considering we’ve been dating for about 6 months now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before the garage erupted into pandemonium. Steve and Eddie just burst out laughing and Steve leaned over to kiss his boyfriend silly like he had wanted to ever since he saw him shred the guitar solo in the first song they played.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #corroded coffin #fic

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szasfuckingwife · 2 years ago

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PROJECT Z

PT2 of PROJECT X

EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: a little fluff + angst, Eren grovelling for forgiveness.

a/n: idk how yall will react to this cuz i genuinely dk if it’s good or bad😩

You vividly remember the moment where you found out Eren cheated on you. Vividly, due the emotional crash you had the the two weeks after.

It was a Thursday and you were in his home. You’d just finished helping the stubborn boy finish his homework. One thing that was clear in memory was how he looked at you. With so much love and adoration, you would’ve never guessed what you’d soon find in his phone after he went to get snacks.

Once he left the room, a plethora of texts hit his phone from ‘LY’. Obviously, you were nosy and there was no doubt you’d try see who it was.

After two failed attempts, you finally guessed your boyfriends password that he seemingly changed.

However, you were met with a sight that changed the trajectory of your high school experience.

LY : Eren stop stringing me along

LY: Ik you said to give you more time but honestly i can’t

LY: you can’t just tell me you don’t love her than go on dates with her and shit

LY: I don’t wanna get hurt, I told you that

LY: whatever. you’re pissing me off n i’m done

Stupidly, you wanted to say sorry to her on behalf of Eren for how he was seemingly treated her. But why? Eren didn’t want you; he wanted her. The texts serving as proof to that. Nor ‘LY’ or Eren cared about you enough to admit to you the truth.

Why should you be the one feeling bad?

A sudden creak of Eren’s door made your heart skip a beat, and not in the way it did before when you saw him.

It angered you. The curve of the lips that you loved to kiss. The red in his cheeks after running upstairs, almost as if ran because he didn’t want you to be by his phone for too long. And his hair, that you had ran your hand through countless of times.

“You good?”, He chuckled, almost confused. That was until he saw his phone in your hand, and the messages with him and whoever ‘LY’ was.

When your eyes met with his, you almost broke down there in front of him. But you wouldn’t let him get that satisfaction, “What is this, Eren?”

The way you uttered his name showed him how helpless and overall done you were. He saw the way your eyebrows raised ever so slightly as if you were a baby, trying not to cry.

“What do you mean what is this-” “Who’s this ‘LY’, hm?”, You stand up just before he sits next to you. Anger was laced in your every movement that you made. You gripped so tightly on his phone that you thought it would snap.

But your face didn’t show that. Instead, an enraged girl was replaced by a heartbroken one.

“He’s…No, She’s some girl in my class. She means nothing to me, [Y/N].” Eren stands, looking down at you, desperately searching for a way to cover this up. “Why are you on my phone?”

His question took you aback. The loving boy was gone and in his place, a lunatic.

You struck his cheek immediately following his question, the sharp sound echoed throughout the room, contrasting the melodic Jhene Aiko playing from his speaker.

There’s nothing but disbelief on your face as you unwillingly tear up, “How can you ask me that?! You cheated on me, Eren. Y-You date me for a whole year and this is how you end it? Like this?”

He refused- no - he couldn’t look at you and see the girl he loved have nothing but hatred in her eyes.

“I trusted you. I let you into my home, meet my mom, my family. I meet yours…I-I show you my body, I trust you but you just don’t care, hm?’ Now, you’re sobbing. Words come out in a shaky rhythm with a voice break following it.

“[Y/N], she’s nothing, okay?”, He sighs and it breaks your heart. You couldn’t tell if it was an annoyed sigh or a desperate one. How was it that you couldn’t even tell if he was lying like you could before? “C’mon, [Y/N], you have to give me a chance to explain myself.”

“Explain what exactly?”

The silence in the room was thick. If you focused hard enough, you could��ve heard the rapid speed in which Eren’s heart was beating.

“If you wanted a relationship with whoever this is, you could’ve just told me.” Your hoarse voice frightened him as he looked at you pleadingly. “When did this start?”

He remained silent, annoying you further, “You owe me that. Tell me when it started-”

“After the party you planned for Sasha!”, He interrupted you.

It was stupid. Believing that he left your little gathering because his brother came back from college. But you did it anyway, because of love.

“This is fuckin’ crazy.” You chuckled, placing his phone on the counter and leaving his room.

When you left, Carla, his mother, looked at you with concern. It was hard to assume that she heard your conversation or if she just saw your tear stricken face.

She’s placed her bag on the coffee table, “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, and left the house.

Once you completed your homework, you felt the need to just sit and think.

What did you want?

Truth be told, you wanted Eren, minus the bad attributes. No gaslighting, no dishonesty, no disloyalty.

Just Eren and the way he loves.

Those nights where you were snuggled together, enjoying each other’s presence with sage wafting around in the air. Or him telling Connie to ‘Fuck off’ after you asked him to get off the game.

This was grief.

Yes, of a high school relationship, but grief nonetheless.

He mattered to you, and still does. You find yourself thinking about him in Psychology or staring at him when he read out a sonnet in front of the whole English class.

All you wanted to do is run up there, slap him him, kick him, yell at him. Then, kiss those bruises and hold him in your arms once more.

Whatever, it’s the weed talking.

Eren was a wreck. The suffocating smell of weed was taking over his room, essays were getting hand in late and he was just, overall, a wreck.

He was in chemistry contemplating whether to leave the classroom, or stay and listen to Mr Ackerman yap about whatever atoms were on the outer shell.

“Eren, bro, chill. You’re acting like a bitch, [Y/N] will come back-”

“No, she won’t.” Lana interrupted Jean, and silenced him. Eren mentally rolled his eyes, realising that if your best friend saw you do that, there was no way you’d get back together.

“Babe, if you cheated on me, I’d take you back.” Jean smooched his girlfriend on the cheek just before she protested.

Connie scoffed, “That’s ‘cause no one else would want your lame ass.”

“And because he wouldn’t find anyone better.” Lana added. She squeezed Jean’s cheeks with her hand and looked at him closely. “You’re also forgetting that I wouldn’t either.”

This was just what Eren needed. The concept of love being so far yet so near. His friends, his brother, nearly everyone he knew was in love with somebody; everyone but him.

“Lana.” Eren spoke. She glance at him, confused on why his voice was so serious. “I want her back.”

No one knew if it was shock or disbelief that made Lana look at Eren the way she did, but whatever it was, she wasn’t happy.

Her brows furrowed slightly, “And let you cheat on her again? Nah.”

“Lana, he was literally crying towards us on how much he wants [Y/N] back.” Connie chuckled slightly, not noticing the death stare his friend was giving him.

However, Lana just shrugged. “You should have thought about that before you cheated.”

She was right, and there was nothing Eren could do about it. Even if you guys did get back together, there would always be a left over mark on your relationship.

“But, I’m not gonna lie and say she doesn’t miss you.”

Eren’s head shot up at her words: there was hope. “She’s moved on but the fact that she’s still upset means she still cares about you. And, even if I hate you, I know you care about her. And it pains me to say that-”

“What she’s tryna say is that she doesn’t mind if you two get back together.” Jean interrupts his girlfriend, much to her anger.

“That is not what I was saying.” Lana shoved Jean . “I’m saying that if she takes you back, don’t fuck up.”

It was the night of senior prom and you felt awkward with your, or lack of, a date. Sure, it was nice soaking up all the attention your family gave you as you strutted outside in a gorgeous gown, but it was bittersweet.

“[Y/N], cmon lets go dance!” Sasha tried to pull you off your seat.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, Niccolo will be lonely! He needs you.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Connies around somewhere.” And as much as you disliked it, Sasha had you on your feet in the middle of the dance floor.

However, you felt no need for dancing. You felt the need to go home and cry.

He was here in a teal suit, contrast to the repetitive black you see amongst the boys. His hair, in a man bun as pear usual. He wore two diamonds stud and a pandora bracelet that you got him after two months together.

You watch him as he heads straight for his boys, basking in the compliments they were giving him. He smiles, pretending to blush as if his friends were spitting some actual game for once.

He looks so fine.

“I know you’re not looking at who I think you are…” Lana sighs as Mikasa and Sasha are on either side of her. “After the week of tears…[Y/N] I swear…”

You look down at your feet as you speak. “You know, he’s wearing the bracelet I got him…”

Your words silence them as they look at you with sympathy in their eyes. If it weren’t for Jean wrapping his arms around Lana at that moment, a tear might’ve fell from your eye.

“Babe, after they announce prom king and queen, I can drop you home if you want..?” He says to her. It’s wrong for you to be jealous, because it’s Lana, your best friend.

But, it reminds you of Eren.

“No, it’s okay I’ll-” Lana stops as you all hear the familiar melodic opening of a song you all know well.

The Lady of My Life by Michael Jackson.

For fuck sake you silently curse whatever possessed the dj to play this song.

Eren introduced you to this song. You remember one day, you were checking out his playlist and giggled at the sight MJ, seeing as Michael’s bouncy music contradicts with Eren’s intimidating demeanour.

But when you first listen to the song, and it’s lyrics, it’s different from how you normally perceive Michael. It’s slow, melodic and soothing.

Eren made you feel these feelings, no one else.

He introduced you to what actual love was, never mind his later regrettable actions.

You start to walk towards your table, deciding sitting down was better than wandering alone on the dance floor.

Until..

“You didn’t seriously think I’d let you sit when this is our song, right?” Eren appeared in sight and he held your hand.

You sigh. “Eren, just move-”

“Let me have this one dance. And then, you can forget I ever existed.” He smirks, digging his other hand in his pocket as if he was waiting for you to make a decision.

That stupid smirk, you thought. It wins you over every time.

Once more you sigh as he guides you to the dance floor. Whilst MJ is belting out how much he loves this girl, all Eren can think about is how, if given the opportunity, he’d be serenading you right now.

You’re all he knows, and hopefully, all he’ll ever know. After the basketball team, weed and his guard gets stripped away from him, all that’s left is a small boy that is trying to learn about love. His mother and father’s early divorce being testimony to that.

As the song plays, you find yourself laying your face on his chest, revelling in his scent.

“This is nice.”

You look up at him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “Being this close with you again. We haven’t had chance to properly talk.”

A chuckle almost left your lips as you find the irony in his words.

Last time you talked, he called you a whore.

“What’s there to talk about, Eren?” You almost want to just ignore him and let bygones be bygones. But of course you don’t.

“The fact that I still love you. Never stopped.” The way that he admitted that, as if you wouldn’t believe him, moved you in some sort of way.

Whether it be the softness in his eyes, or the calming way in which he spoke.

You sigh, “You love me?”

He nods.

“But you humiliated me. You cheat on me, then call me a whore.” You speak bluntly, almost scaring him with your unruffled attitude. Your heart was screaming, ‘He loves you! Can’t you see?!’ but your brain told you the complete opposite.

And, if not your brain, maybe the stares that Lana passed to you.

“You know me, [Y/N], I was wrong. And, I am sorry. I hurt you in the worst way possible. I don’t know if you can forgive me but I promise you that I will stop at nothing if it means you do.” Eren smiled. “Like I said at the party, mom misses you.”

Everything holding your heart together melts at his words. Maybe it was time to forgive and move on. It seems he’s changed; Eren would never be this sentimental when you two were together.

“Okay.” You whisper. “I’ll let you make it up to me. That doesn’t mean we’re back together. Like, at all. It’s just me giving you a chance.”

Immediately, you see happiness radiate on his face as he nods eagerly.

In ten or so years, you’ll smile at this moment: the time you forgave your then boyfriend for cheating. Whether that memory is filled with regret or gratitude is up to him. You’d like to think in those years you’d be married with a kid on the way.

You’d host frequent dinner parties with Jean, Lana, Connie Armin and Annie and whoever else you guys cherished so much.

And, maybe, at the end of the dinner, he’d pull you in, embracing you. Maybe, followed with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

But for now, a sweet little senior prom dance is enough for you and him.

a/n: yall pls don’t bully me if this is mid😭😭

#aot #attack on titan #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren angst #eren aot

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years ago

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Infinity

8 | Mandrills

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Summary:

Spending some quality time with Geto

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It’s not even been a week and you find yourself in yet another bar. This one is quieter, classier than the last. The lights are dim and the music playing is low, just loud enough to hear amidst the conversation happening between friends and lovers.

You’re sitting at the bar sipping on your cocktail, looking over the room, watching as couples laugh and lean into one another, trying to make out what’s being said from the low rumble filling the small space.

You’re wearing a floor length black Versace dress paired with a dainty diamond necklace; this ensemble costs more than a year’s rent. It’s certainly not what you expected to be doing or wearing on a Thursday night.

No, tonight you planned on staying in after having spent the last few nights hanging out with Shoko and Satoru. Rest and relaxation. You were looking forward to it.

That is until Geto showed up at your door unannounced, dress bag and shoes in hand telling you to get changed and you two were going out for some quality time. Whatever that means.

So, you’re here. Sitting awkwardly next to the man in question who has his raven hair pulled all the way back into a neat bun, a suit you’re sure is just as expensive as your dress, drinking his own cocktail.

“So… what are we doing here?” Geto wouldn’t say where you were going, and you’re not familiar enough with Tokyo to even know if you’re still in the city, though you’d venture to guess probably not since it took an hour to get to this location.

“Just wanted to have a little chat among other things.”

“Ok, well, I’m here,” you chuckle awkwardly, “not sure why we couldn’t have hung out at my place or even at the -”

“Do you think you can be monogamous with your… abilities?” Suguru asks, swirling the dark liquor in his glass around the large round ice cube.

You’re taken back by his sudden line of questioning. This is something you would expect Shoko or Utahime to ask, but not Geto. He’s always been kind, albeit fairly quiet when you’re around.

“Uhh, yeah. I think so. I mean, it hasn’t really been a problem so far.”

Sure there have been wants, urges, wondering how someone’s hands would feel on your body when you go out, but it hasn’t been anything more than that. Satoru has helped keep your hunger in check which helps greatly minimize these desires, keeps things less overwhelming.

“Mm. Good point,” he begins, side eyeing you, “when Satoru tells you he’s meeting with the higher ups, he’s really meeting with other women to hookup. The higher ups only meet a few times a year or when anything interesting comes up. Like you.”

You shake your head and blink several times, trying to take in everything he just told you. “Um. Okay, thanks… I guess.” Clenching your jaw, you take another sip of your drink, the weight of what Suguru just said causing a heavy lump to form in the center of your chest.

“Awe, don’t be sad.” He coos after a few moments, giving a weak smile, “there was never a chance he was going to settle down, let alone with someone who’s barely even human.”

“I’m not sad,” you defend, “I’m just…”

Honestly, you’re not sure. Maybe it’s all true and you’ve been reading a little too much into what’s been going on between you and Satoru. He’s flirty, “nice to everyone,” as Shoko put it once. It’s not like you’re expecting a commitment from him, at the end of the day, he is just helping you out, but honesty would be nice.

“You’ll never be more than a good fuck. That’s just how he operates.” You’re not looking at Suguru, but you can hear a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Ok, Geto. I got it. Thanks.” You snap at him.

A lot of it is mindless self-indulgent sex; Satoru getting the rush of adrenaline when you siphon his energy, you being able to feed without waking up next to a cold body. It’s addicting, he’s addicting - the endless amounts of stamina on nights that never seem to end, and you don’t want them to; the way his body feels pressed against your own as he’s pounding into you so hard you’re convinced he’s trying to split you in half, and how after he’s kissing you tenderly, sweetly, afterward telling you how beautiful you look, how amazing you are.

There’s also an undeniable chemistry shared between the two of you. Sure, he might not tell you the ins and outs of his life, but you do know he’s creative, reliable, makes you laugh more than you ever have before, annoys you more than anyone ever has before. But you don’t mind, not really.

Geto isn’t giving you a lot of time to dwell on it before he’s standing, motioning for you to take his arm. You give a weak smile, placing your drink on the counter, looping your arm through his wondering where you’re off to now.

He leads you down a hall you’re sure you’re not allowed to be in, taking you down a flight of stairs to a basement. The hall is dark, dingy and dirty, very different from the pristine and clean environment you were just in.

“We’re here for a mission,” Geto says quietly before reaching the bottom of the stairs. “Follow my lead.”

“What is the largest monkey in the world?” A voice asks from behind a closed door, and you’re taken aback by the odd line of questioning presented to you, yet again.

“Mandrills.” Geto replies easily through an eyeroll, like he doesn’t quite believe that answer.

The door clicks, having been unlocked before opening, allowing the two of you in, down another dimly lit corridor.

“If we’re on a mission, why are we in such expensive clothes? I mean, won’t this get ruined?”

Suguru stops, just short of another door at the end of the hall, turning to face you. “There’s a dress code for places like this. I can’t have you coming in here wearing,” he stops to look you up and down, a scowl on his face, “what you normally wear.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You seethe, wondering just what kind of mission this could be and what it entails, and why he’s choosing to be such a dick to you tonight.

Suguru doesn’t answer as he opens the door, motioning for you to enter before him. And whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this.

“Are we… playing poker?” You ask incredulously.

“You are playing blackjack, and you need to win so I have a shot at collecting a cursed tool.” He’s whispering, keeping his voice down so the others around don’t hear as the two of you walk around between the tables that had been set up for tonight.

You’re not replying to him, taking in the words he’s said but not really understanding why you have to play a part in this little mission.

Each table is set up with a dealer, getting the tables ready for guests to sit at, all wearing tuxes. The other guests, you presume, are all dressed to the nines - just as you are - showcasing their wealth by flaunting top of the line name brand attire and jewelry. The room is small, and even though there are less people down here than upstairs, it sounds just as loud, the low murmur of everyone talking at one time.

Geto sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose, stopping in a little vacant section of the room, “the pet,” you raise an eyebrow as he points to you, “will be playing the first round. If the pet wins, then their master gets to move onto the second round. We both need to win in order to get our hands on the cursed tool.”

“So, it’s some sort of fucked up blackmarket.”

“No cursed energy or abilities allowed either, so you need to be discreet. No pulling the shit you did at the club when Satoru and Nanami were there and making it obvious.”

A man walks over, tall, skinny, in a suit that doesn’t look like anything special, but likely costs more than your dress and asks for your name. He gives a kind smile, offering his hand to lead you to the table you’re set to play the game at.

“One more thing,” Suguru stops you before you can take the man's hand and walk away, “the higher ups have asked for this mission to remain… quiet. So no speaking about it with anyone.” You nod your head before pursing your lips.

As you walk away you could swear you heard Geto quietly say, “and make sure you win. Satoru would kill me if you get sold off.” You furrow your brows turning back to the raven haired man mouthing “what the fuck?” before he shrugs and walks off, leaving you to your own devices.

You’re seated between two men, who are also set to play against you. You give them a warm smile and wave, as they smile back to you. They seem nice enough. It’s just a game of blackjack afterall, simple, easy.

One where people are sold off at the end. No big deal at all.

The cards are shuffled in front of you as the dealer explains that only one of you will be the winner, but of course there’s the possibility of all three of you losing, and in that case nobody will move forward into the next round. And just for them to add a little curve and anxiety to the mix, the only way to lose is to go over 21, anyone under will remain in the game until either everyone has gone over or a clear winner has been indicated.

There’s not much you can do here in terms of your abilities, you tried to learn to count cards when you were younger, living on your own, but you never quite got the hang of it, so you’re really truly banking on good luck.

“So, uh, what’s the prize tonight?” You ask curiously since Geto didn’t really give too much information.

Your opponents give a quizzical look before one of them says, “wow, you haven’t been told much, have you?”

You shake your head, it’s the truth, you’re working off minimal details, “no. We play poker at home, and I’m pretty good at it. He thought I’d be beneficial with his… endeavors tonight.” A lie, but they don’t need to know that.

“It’s a three piece staff, called Playful Cloud.” You nod your head, never heard of it, but it must be special if the higher ups are looking to add it to the schools collection.

The dealer has laid out all the cards, the man to your right passes his turn. You have 15 and take the risk to hit, as does the man to your left. After the additional cards have been dealt, you’re at 18, and choose to pass, not wanting to risk going over, while the man to your left hits again.

After those cards have been dealt, everyone shows their hand; the dealer is at 22, the man on the left is at 24, to the right, 20, and you’re at 18. One person out, a slight weight has been lifted. Just you and the other man remaining now.

Returning your cards, the dealer shuffles again before passing two to each of you once again. You’re only at 5, so you hit again, the man to your right does the same. This happens for a few more turns, each of the card numbers you’re getting are low, bringing your current total to 12.

Humming to yourself, you decide to try something, to see if you can figure out where he stands. Trailing a finger on the fabric of the suit the man next to you is wearing, feeling the soft, smooth silky fabric under your index finger, and leaning in just slightly closer to him.

“You know,” your voice is slow, sultry, “I really do love a man in a suit.”

He side-eyes you with a grin, just before your finger touches the skin of his neck he answers, “me too,” and gives a wink. You smile back, a slight pout on your lips before returning to your seat normally, asking the dealer to hit again. You could attempt to use your powers on him, but it’s best to not draw attention, like Geto pointed out earlier, so you leave it for now.

Neither the dealer nor your opponent take a card this time; you’re not entirely sure you want to flip over the card on the table you were just given, a knot forming in your stomach. You don’t look at the card, too nervous about the way this could end - you’ll just have to believe in the heart of the cards, or whatever the saying is.

You nod and everyone reveals their hands; 18, 23, 27.

You sigh a breath of relief, not really sure if what Suguru said was true, that you’d be sold off, but you sure as hell didn’t want to fuck around and find out when you’re attending a very illegal underground blackjack game as is. You stand on shaky legs, clenching and unclenching your fists, just now noticing how sweaty they had gotten during that encounter, how nervous you were, especially at the end.

The two men you were playing with tell you congratulations and stay behind, you don’t look back. You don’t want to even think about the consequences of them losing.

You’re led to a locker room where Suguru stands shirtless, only in his black dress pants, removing the belt around his waist. He doesn’t look up when you walk in, barely acknowledges your presence.

You look him over, shoulders slightly more muscular and broad than Satoru’s, with a dragon tattoo covering his back with the tail ending at the wrist of his right hand. It’s very well done, traditional, black and white aside from the purple eyes. He’s just as toned and defined as Satoru, just as attractive. You clear your throat and swallow thickly in an attempt to distract yourself.

“Are the “pets” really going to be sold, or were you just saying that?” You take a seat at the bench across from him, crossing your legs and folding your arms over your chest, watching as he neatly folds his shirt and rolls his belt before placing them inside one of the lockers.

“Not sure. It’s what I heard. Thought it might give you a little push to win.”

He’s sitting on the bench across from you, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck as he explains what’s going to happen next. He’s going to be bare-knuckle fighting in cage matches, this could go on all night but he needs you to manipulate the rounds, get him in sooner, less fights. And when it’s all said and done, you need to leave quickly before your abilities wear off and anyone suspects the two of you of foul play. At least not before he gets the weapon in his hands.

He gives you a gentle smile, one you’ve seen too many times from him. And all the sudden it looks more fake than it ever has before. Suguru has been incredibly hot and cold to you tonight, more than you’ve ever seen and you’re wondering if he’s insane. Satoru can be bad, going from jovial to serious in the blink of an eye but this is beyond that. This is something else.

You hum, giving a weak smile - how are you supposed to respond to something like aside from being pissed off that he lied to you. That this whole night has been nothing but a lie.

It doesn’t matter, because you’re following him out of the small locker room into another equally small room with a wire cage set up in the middle. The space is filled to the brim with people, more than you’ve seen in any bar or club you’ve ever been to. It’s louder in here, people with drinks in their hands, being rowdy, boisterous laughter and yelling coming from all directions.

Suguru points in the general direction of where you’ll find the person in charge of organizing the bouts - you have a job to do, so you do your best to push down all the stress and anxiety you were just feeling a moment prior, pushing and squeezing your way past people until you reach your destination.

There’s a lone man sitting at a table organizing several names in front of him, there’s likely a method to his madness - luckily for you, he’s doing it rather old school, with a whiteboard that has brackets drawn onto it, and he’ll tape the names in each space to show everyone’s position and who they’ll be fighting next.

From the distance you’re at, you can barely make out Suguru’s name on his list, towards the bottom, likely because the two of you just showed up to compete not that long ago.

“Hi,” you’re yelling, making your presence known in the sea of people you’re in. He turns to you, looking you quickly up and down, returning the smile before going to place some of the names on the board.

“What’s your name?” You’re watching as he adds the names to each of the brackets, Suguru indeed being one of the last, with several rounds set to go before him.

The man answers, you’re not really listening, watching from the corner of your eye as he takes a seat. With his back turned, you grab Suguru’s name, and the second name from the second set of brackets and switch them quickly, trying not to make what you just did totally obvious to anyone.

He doesn’t seem to notice, instead you sit next to him as he makes small talk, asks if you’ve been here before, done anything like this in the past. All of your answers are lies, trying to make yourself seem as seasoned as possible.

It doesn’t take long for the first round to get started. It’s two men, both you’re unfamiliar with, in the cage with a referee. When they start, you opt to not pay much attention to them, after all, you’ve seen people throw plenty of punches over the last few months, thrown plenty yourself when training and fighting curses.

You continue to talk to the man, doing your best to keep his attention on you. It doesn’t take a lot, he’s leaning into you, answering your silly little questions, telling you the ins and outs of his job.

And then it’s Suguru’s turn. You do watch this fight, having never seen him in action before. He stands tall, taller than his opponent but only by a few inches, more muscular too. If he wasn’t being such an ass tonight, you’d say he looks like an angel with the way the dim light is cascading over his muscles, highlighting his features in just the right way, showing all the sharp edges.

Suguru’s fist immediately cracks the jaw of his opponent - you could hear it as it happened, even over the crowd. They’re both throwing punches, but Suguru is easily able to dodge, bouncing from toe to toe as he absolutely pummels his opponent into the floor. For a brief second, you’re not even sure his opponent is even alive until someone else is helping him stand, removing him from the cage as Suguru watches with a cat-like grin that matches his eyes.

The matches all go quickly, you’re laughing with the man who is organizing the names, channeling your energy into him, persuading where to put names.

He listens, leaning into your touch every time you make contact with him. Your annoyance at Suguru and the mission grows more and more each round as you keep using your powers on the poor soul sitting next to you, more and more annoyed with each time he leans over, hands on your thigh trying to make a move. You place a finger to his lips each time, telling him “not now,” hoping he doesn’t realize that time will never come.

It’s the final round, finally. The matches went by quickly, though it still took several hours. You’ve heard enough bones crunching, skulls being knocked into the mat, teeth shatter, blood and spit spilling everywhere to be ready to call it a night.

Suguru is in the ring again, laughing like a maniac as he dips and dodges his opponent’s punches and kicks. He’s received several across his body and to his face during his matches, his lip bloodied and jaw swollen. He’ll need to go see Shoko no doubt in order to heal up.

You briefly wonder what kinds of questions she would ask about his wounds, or if these are something she’s used to seeing him with.

You’re not left wondering for long, because you hear the referee blow his whistle, yelling something about “illegal” moves while pulling the two men off of each other. Watching intently, it appears the referee is conferring with several others, likely trying to decide how to call the match.

You’re not sure what this was called for, but it was very likely because of Suguru, judging by the smug grin he has plastered on his face as he eyes you walking over to the cage, near the referee waiting for him to finish his current conversation.

When he’s done, you’re reaching your hand into the cage, caressing the ankle of the referee before he has a chance to make the call, he looks down to you, furrowed eyebrows, curious as to what you could want. Using your index finger, you motion for him to bend down, and of course he does, you’ve been using your energy on him from the moment you touched him.

“I think Suguru won this round, don’t you think so too?” Your voice is hardly a whisper, breath caressing the shell of his ear. He looks to you, eyes wide and nods his head as you bite your lip and whisper a barely audible “yeah.”

The man stands, moving towards the center of the ring where Suguru and his opponent stand bloodied, waiting on the results of the match.

“And the winner is… Suguru!” The crowd has mixed emotions, where half of them seem to erupt in cheers, the other half seem to be booing at the announcement.

You don’t wait around to see Suguru’s reactions, you’ve turned on your heel, looking to make a quick getaway before a certain hot and horny man comes to find you, either pissed you used your abilities when it was against the rules or looking to have a good time that you’re really not all that interested in.

You leave, getting in the nearest cab you could find. Fuck Geto, fuck this mission. He can do all of the damn paperwork, especially if it’s as secretive as he claims it needs to stay.

Instead, you’re dialing Satoru’s number, annoyed and angry at Suguru for putting you in these positions tonight. You don’t expect Satoru to do anything about it - it’s already happened, but you need to vent and maybe even relieve some stress - something Satoru is very good at helping you accomplish, but he doesn’t answer. As soon as you hang up the call, a text comes through.

Satoru: Can’t talk, about to meet with the higher ups

A wry chuckle leaves your lips after reading his message. It’s well past midnight, there’s no way those old fuckers are meeting at this time of night.

Taking a deep breath you lay your head on the back of the seat as the driver takes you home. You let your mind wander, to what Geto said at the beginning of the night, everything he said about Satoru. And it hurts more than it should, more than you want it to, so you decide maybe it’s for the best if you don’t tell Satoru about tonight after all.

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wosofanstuff · 3 months ago

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That’s good. Gonna guess your on the plane or in Singapore already.

Yeah, these things are really weird, like that thought of it really being like the last training or whatever is just weird.

Ooh, only Singapore is great, you got a long enough layover to do something or are you just gonna stay in the airport?

Damn Bro, Thursday morning is long. You think your gonna be able to sleep at least a little bit on the plane or like, not at all?

I think leaving a place is always weird, like you‘re telling me I‘m not gonna see these people on a daily/ weekly basis?

Just got up and am now in the train to work. Getting up this early is not it, but hey, only this week and then I only have a 5 minute walk to work for like two and a half months or something🤪

Excited for the season to start next week, like I‘m so hyped for the game next week. Only thing that I’m a bit bummed about is that I’m gonna have to go alone, but that’s alright cause I don’t really have another choice😃

Anyway, maybe try to sleep a little. Also you chose like the warmest day this week to get back😭. Hope your flights go well🤞

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In Singapore right now, and I sadly have to stay in the transit area because my passport might not have 6 months validity 💀

But I walked through all the terminals and looked at the stuff the butterfly house was definitely the best

Like she pretty 😍

Well I had a nap on the first flight was just watching the us open and then the recap of F1. So that’s kinda the plan for the second one as well best would be to sleep only the last 6 hours tho 😅

It was so weird and for me it definitely didn’t sink in so far. Like one of my friends (we both aren’t huggers at all) and we hugged yesterday like easily for a solid 2 minutes like what you mean I’m not gonna see her tomorrow again

5 minutes from work elite early morning not so much

I’m so hyped for Monday like my first game in over a year and finally a normal time again (got my sister to support Wolfsburg so we both got a season ticket now)💚

I’ll try but yeah I’m in Singapore we’re it’s 30 with layers because I did not have any weight limit left so two hoodies it is 🥵

Well I’m gonna try to get some work done and then I think my boarding starts in like 5 hours or something

Have a good one 🫶🏼

#anon 🩻

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junosbugs · 1 year ago

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fireside

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kyle “gaz” garrick x fem reader

warnings: alcohol ?? maybe idk

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Iris always believed that whatever she put her mind towards, she should be able to succeed in it. Her mother thought of her to be dramatic but her father thought the world for her. Maybe her father did feed into her delusions, but he truly felt that she was able to conquer the world if he pushed her enough. He saw the hunger in her.

Now that same hunger was being used to see who could make more espresso martinis the quickest. Not that the diner and bar targeted the demographic of those in their early 20’s. Within just her first week of training, Iris was able to teach herself the in’s and out’s of the place, feeling she had to prove herself to the resident employees.

The first day was awful to say the least. Iris hadn’t done anything in particular to make it awful, but the passive comments made in her direction were enough to set her off. No one should have to prove themselves in an almost beaten down establishment, yet here she was. From riches to rags, Iris was never able to get rid of her competitive behavior. She wondered if her father would have laughed at her or with her. She was fine with the mystery of it.

“Done.” Iris spoke up. She looked over at Dan, who lingered behind her, almost done with his espresso martini. Trying to hide her knowing smile, she patiently waited for him to finish.

It was only 8:30 PM on a Thursday. Not many people were in town, but then again not many people came to this bar. With only a few customers lingering and the slow build up of what they called rush hour nearing, Dan and Iris found that a not so healthy competition was in place.

“Okay, I’m done too.” Dan spoke, pushing his glass next to Iris’s.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “Dan, that doesn’t look right-”

“Shut the fuck up and let Sherry taste test. Sherry!” Dan yelled into the kitchen window behind the bar. Out came Sherry wearing her typical maroon button up and bootleg pants, her auburn hair laying flat on her shoulders. Iris and Dan both stepped back allowing her to walk up to the two drinks.

You have to guess who made what.” Dan said.

Picking up the drink on the right, Sherry brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. She couldn’t bring herself to swallow, and Iris could tell from the slight bulge of her eyes that she had won. Sherry grabbed the trash can under the counter and quickly spit out the drink.

“Iris won.” The older woman croaked.

“But you don’t know which one is whose.” Dan spoke.

“Iris won.” Sherry said again, still hovering over the trash can, which was followed by a giggle from the younger girl.

“You didn’t even try hers.” Dan pleaded.

“Iris won.” She firmly repeated.

“Oh come on, you are being dramatic.” Dan huffed as he picked his drink up and took a sip from it. He instantly realized his mistake and snatched the can from Sherry’s hand, spitting out any of the contents into the trash.

“Oh god it’s so grainy.” Dan croaked. At this point, Iris’s giggles died down as she cleaned up her area. Dan followed while chugging down a bottle of water to erase the aftertaste of a grainy espresso martini.

“You didn’t want to try it? Dan asked as he started clearing his station, preparing for the incoming customers that may or may not come.

“I like living in comfort Danny.” Iris said.

“No one has actually tried Iris’s espresso martini yet though. Who knows, maybe it doesn’t live up to the winning standard?” A voice came from the side of the bar. Both bartenders' ears perked at the mention of Iris’s name, not realizing they had an audience interested enough to view their juvenile actions. A man sat with a green baseball cap resting on his head. A thick hoodie embraced his silhouette, showing proof of the autumn gust that danced outside this late at night.

The girl simply smiled at the customer, huffing a small laugh to show courtesy. “I never lose.” Iris said, locking eyes with the man in front of her.

“She’s right, started last week and she's already becoming a customer favorite.” Dan faced the man, leaning back against the counter as he dried his now empty martini glass.

Iris put down the rag she used to clear off the counter and walked to the other end of the bar to grab her still untouched espresso martini, “Would you like to try it?” Iris asked, placing the glass in front of the man.

Staring down at it, his arms crossed on top of the counter. Looking up at the girl in front of him, he hesitated. Iris could see the pause in his motions and the gears turning in his head, not sure what he could be thinking about until Dan's voice came from behind. “Don’t worry she didn’t poison it.”

He looked back at Iris with a ludic smile gracing on his lips. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

The man let out a quiet chuckle and reached for the glass, not looking back at Iris again. But her eyes locked on the man in front of her.

The two waited patiently for the man's reaction, not sure why his reaction meant so much to them. Who knew a competition between two bartenders could become so tense; however, Iris knew. It was all she ever knew.

Her father would always remind her, always push her. She knew he loved her for it, and he could’ve been twisted because of it. Another mystery she was fine with being unsolved.

“Iris wins.” He spoke.

Her smile brightened and she wasn’t sure if it was because she won again or because his voice was gentle as it held her name. She wanted to hear it again.

She turned her head back to Dan with a gummy bear smile and a middle finger held out to him. Dan chuckled painfully and his head fell back as he walked away. “You stay on that side of the bar, I don't want to see your face till tomorrow.”

Iris laughed at his childish antics and looked back at the customer in front of her. He had almost finished most of the drink by now.

“Oh wow, you really liked it.” Iris was shocked to see the half empty glass.

“You’re a winner for a reason.” He said, tilting the drink a bit. Silence loomed over them as Iris continued cleaning her side of the counter while the man nursed the drink in his hands. It was odd seeing a man of his size and nature, holding a drink you would find on the rooftops of Manhattan.

The man pulled out his wallet from his pocket and said, “Here.” He slid over his card to Iris’s side of the counter but she gently placed her fingers on the plastic and slid it back over to him, slightly shaking her head.

“It’s on the house.” She said, moving over to the damp dishes that needed drying.

He pushed back the card. “Really, I insist. Think of it as a prize. For winning.” He spoke earnestly.

Iris simply shook her head again. “Maybe next time I’ll let you pay,” she said with a chuckle. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want him to pay. Maybe it was out of the kindness of her heart. Or the fact that she was still riding on the high of winning over three different people in this stupid competition she summoned.

“Is this your way of asking me out on a date?” He questioned, tilting his head a bit. Iris wanted to laugh at him. “I guess I could ask you to buy me a drink first but you already are.”

“You’re a funny guy…” Iris trailed on at the end.

“Kyle,” he said.

“Kyle,” Iris finished. “But I’m not looking for anything right now. Maybe another time.”

Kyle nodded his head in understanding, looking down at his drink with a lost smile. He finished up the last sip of the drink, placing it back onto the counter.

“Oi! Gaz!” A loud voice came from the door. There stood a man with a thick Scottish accent wearing a jacket waving over the man in front of Iris. Behind him were two more men in similar attire, one wearing a bucket hat and another with a black ski mask.

Kyle, or Gaz, held a hand up, waving slightly at them then turning back to Iris. She grabbed the now empty martini glass in front of her and started clearing his area, assuming he was going to join his group.

“Maybe another time.” He smiled at her as he slowly got up from his seat. Just then, the Scottish man came up to Kyle and swung an arm around his shoulders, “Got a drink without us? Whatcha get?” This man's voice was loud, causing Iris to close her eyes from the noise.

Kyle looked at the Scottish man, who must have leaned his entire body weight onto him, as he fumbled out a few words. “Just a drink, you know.”

Iris stepped away from his area and looked at Kyle, whose eyes shifted back from the Scottish man, to the two men sitting at the booth, back to the girl standing in front of him.

“Have a good rest of your night,” Iris said and brought her attention to a customer a couple of seats over. But Kyle's eyes never left Iris’s, wishing his friend had just stayed put in the booth and waited.

“So whit did ye git, actually,” Iris heard the Scottish man's faint voice as he led the two back to the booth. His voice was loud enough to hear from across the room, even with the faint music and the lingering chatter amongst the room.

“Whit? I thoat ye hated coffee?”

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superfluouskeys · 1 month ago

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vent time!!!!!!!!!!!

god I am just so frustrated!!!!!!!!!! I am honestly and sincerely trying my best here and I just never know what the fuck I’m doing, always feel like a massive failure, always feel bad for trying to take a little time to relax, never end up actually relaxing, and the clown cycle continues!!!!!!!!!!!!! so last night (thursday) I was like okay here’s the plan, I have these weekly assignments to submit so I’ll just pop in briefly around like midnight-ish on friday, finish up the weekly thing and submit it, check if there have been any updates on the like 2 minor—and I cannot stress how minor and how insignificant and how simple—admin tasks I asked the prof about, and then be on my merry way for the rest of the weekend right?

surprising absolutely no one, utter unhelpfulness awaited me in my inbox. she responded to my very straightforward question with “when would be a good time to call you today” LOL NO. and then much later an attempt at an explanation that was so profoundly unhelpful i'm just astounded lol like my question was basically here is a document, I am looking at these pages of the document and getting this info from them, is that correct? and her answer basically amounted to, you need to get some info from this document. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

so then I had asked her in teams, again more than 24 hours ago at this point, (thinking that was her preferred method of communication since the last time I e-mailed her a vaguely time-sensitive question she kind of chided me???? lol for not texting or calling her instead sdnkjfknjfknj) if I could send her a form she has to sign and how I should do that. it is a common form that she has signed many times. there should be zero confusion about the form. I described the form in the message. an appropriate answer would have been, yes email it to me, or no bring it to me to sign in person. instead I get “what form am I signing?”

MA’AM. I LITERALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE ANY CLEARER.

and these btw are just really minor annoyances compared to the big major insane things that keep happening I’m just trying to be as vague about this as possible but my GOD I am going insane!!!!!!!!! I’m going insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here I am feeling bad and like I’m shirking my responsibilities bc I want to take a little time for myself which btw I just spent applying for jobs bc I don’t even have time to do that usually and I come back thinking oh surely these two minor things will have progressed in some way and I can finish those up and feel like I accomplished something however empty and meaningless but NO. it’s all just going to be next week’s problem yet again because this professor doesn’t know what she’s doing and makes it everyone else’s problem. but I will tell you what it is NOT going to be is this weekend’s problem because I am DONE tearing myself apart over this bullshit, or more precisely I am TRYING to be done tearing myself apart over this bullshit but unfortunately I think tearing myself apart over bullshit might just be baked into my personality at this point and I genuinely do not know how to make myself be okay about this.

i try to find some solace in, like, personal growth and all that, because I really don’t think myself from even a couple of years ago could have handled this situation at all and I would have just completely melted down by now lol, but I’m not sure that i would be wrong for that. instead I’m basically trying to content myself with doing a mediocre job, and trying to stop trying my best, because it’s not worth it, and it will never be good enough. honestly even if i were doing a good job, the only reward would be more bullshit to deal with. so i should probably just content myself with being an idiot LOL.

idk I guess the other main thing is that I try to kind of brace myself for whatever bullshit is going to happen every week but it’s completely unpredictable lol like I really genuinely thought these little simple things would be a non-issue. but I guess ultimately the solution is to figure out how to not, like, feel bad for the time when I am not available LOL. I’ve already done like most of my allotted hours for the week, I am under no obligation to be available just whenever, I am an adult with a life, and if she chooses to just respond whenever she feels like it then I should have the same freedom and there’s no need to beat myself up about that when she clearly doesn’t.

but it’s just like……….i am genuinely trying, but I KNOW I’m doing a very mediocre job and it IS killing me inside LOL like I’ve gotten comfortable half-assing stuff that is just like really minor and doesn’t actually matter but this is like a whole 30+ hour per week life commitment that I am not doing very well at and it’s not because I’m just stupid and can’t do it, and it’s not because I’m not trying, it’s because I am receiving absolutely negative guidance and then being condescended to when I inevitably fail LOL!

anyway I wrote this instead of finishing up my work and sending it tf in LOL I think the prof has officially made some of this next week’s problem so that’s that on that.

#personal #grad school nonsense

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bvannn · 9 months ago

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Weekly Update February 16, 2024

I’ve been mostly okay this week except Thursday and I also haven’t been sleeping well. I assume I’m basically equilibrated on the medicine I guess thursdays are just gonna suck for a while, oh well. I got stuff done this week. I’m a bit tired from lack of sleep so sorry if I ramble.

Music: today I just went and recorded a bunch of stuff on the fancy practice room pianos with the petals. Not everything I need for current projects but the way I’m looking at it for now: the fancy keyboards have 2 advantages over my Casio: damper petals and dynamics (they have quiet petals too but it doesn’t look like midi files record that). I don’t know how many VSTs I have that even utilize dynamics, I assume most of the pianos do though, and obviously damper petals are important for piano as well to get that extra reverb. But for other instruments, not as important. So I can use my Casio for most of what I do, which is great because I don’t have to walk through a giant snowstorm to get to it. Problem is a couple of the songs I’ve been focusing on have been character themes for OCs, Romeo and Shaun specifically. The two piano players. So the songs use a lot of piano.

As for the songs themselves, I’m making reasonable progress. The main ones I’m working on are (1) character theme for Romeo, ambient, (2) an EDM type vocal song that is basically done except for the lyrics and vocals, (3) a symphonic rock vocal song that is basically done except for the lyrics and vocals (and maybe I might redo a verse melody but that’ll take like, 10 minutes), (4) character theme for Shaun, low priority because I’ve had to basically scrap and redo it from the ground up because it sounded like shit, (5) song of storms medley that I have everything recorded for basically I just need to plan out instruments and get the other parts separated, which really shouldn’t be hard at all idk why I’m procrastinating, and (6) video game retro boss fight style song that I have written down a plan for and have a melody idea in my head but all I’ve actually made so far is a drum and bass line. I got a couple other ideas and Melodies I’m holding onto but I want to finish some of these first. If I get another burst of recording energy I’ll try for that boss fight theme tonight but that’s unlikely. Next steps will probably be finishing up Romeo’s theme by tempo fixing the recordings I did today, and plugging them in to the master edit, if I need to add more instruments I can but I already have like 13 layers in that file (mostly ambiance and percussion) so I’m hoping I can make do with what’s already there. Then next priority should be taking another stab at lyric writing or practicing with vocaloid again.

General drawings, a couple OC drawings done this week, I’d like to do more but I just haven’t had time. Comic thumbnailing is going pretty well though, I’m at 18 pages. I’m aiming for 32 total, but because my initial writeout had me going over, I’ve been trying to keep the page count low here. If it’s too low, I can add back in some more dialogue conversations, since again, more character interactions and ghost exposition would probably be appreciated by readers, but not justified enough to excuse extra pages. But if there’s extra pages, why not add it back in? Well, it might break pacing but as long as I watch that it shouldn’t be a problem. Whatever.

Also been playing a bit with other stories I’ve had as lower priorities. Obviously Backstage is the next most fleshed out story after the O’Malley Foster Home, and I’ve been thinking through plot and character stuff for that, but also some other stories that are so underdeveloped they don’t even have central themes yet. Once I get central themes, they’ll basically write themselves, but until then I need to focus on individual character conflicts until I can find common ground between them, and it becomes the theme. What that culminates to is rotating characters in my head and trying to imagine dynamics with them until eventually something will click. If I get anything I’ll draw it, but I want to try to put more thought into that, since I think some of my insomnia is just me running out of sheep to count, so I need to find more things to ponder, and I think that’ll be a good one.

Still no animation anything but with Romeo’s theme so close to completion I’ll probably throw together a small animation of him playing the piano or something. I don’t mention it much but the majority of the OCs I post are musicians in some capacity. Mikey, Jack, and Thomas are all guitarists, Shaun and Romeo play piano, Emrys is a drummer, and Josh sings. Animating that could be fun, but it’d probably get repetitive after a while. I’m kinda poking at other animation softwares too, since I kinda want to give animating in clip studio another shot, plus I have certain characters meant to be really visually different from others, so I’m considering trying Blender for a cutout style animation or something. Plus the more I think about it, the more certain I am that I’ll have to animate more flowy stuff like long dresses or ghost tails in after effects instead of flash. Annoying but I can learn, I can always learn.

Final tiny note keep getting on and off pushes in motivation for the anime campaign game I’m preparing, still not sure if I’ll try to find players in person only or online or a mix. But I have some art for it on the side I’m working on, as if the epithet 52 isn’t enough epithet erased style art. It’s fine I’ll hopefully take a break and do more OC art again soon.

Next week looks to have a absolute ton of homework so good chance I’ll be unproductive, although every time I say that I find a way so who’s to say. I’m hoping I’ll be okay medically too, since I mostly was this week and today (except this morning when I woke up early from a nightmare, but that was before I took my medicine so it doesn’t count). My bigger condition also flaring up on and off this week too but I’m already doing everything I can about that so it’s fine. I thought last week that a consult for the next surgery got cancelled, but turns out it was a miscommunication and I’m actually still fine, so that’s a relief. This next week I’ll do what I can, hopefully finish a song, and get a couple more drawings done.

#weekly update

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ethernetmeep · 10 months ago

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im home…. despite everything, i’m ALIVE! hooray!! whoopee! cue the applause! yay.

day was not inherently good although i cant describe it as bad. sat at lunch with a friend and told her of a creepypasta i read, substituting a character name for ketamine. i sat through four hours of two dudes saying the original so i wanted to at the Very least stay sane. both read it & listened to podcast episodes about it. told myself as i was walking in the hall quote don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry which.. didnt really Help actually, made it worse. cried in the library when i got there because i was Sad and also because everything in general seemed to make me cry. i was holding the stuffed sea slug i carry around & cried because i realized the object probably didn’t even know if it was loved or not. when i got home i thought i had gotten a certain ailment early but i guess not. just…. continuously emotional. a staple for my being.

i do hope this week gets better because its been very shit as of late. i will say i appreciated my therapist telling me its okay to just be simply alive some days… she told me my lows have gotten much higher than before, which… doesn’t feel accurate, but i guess compared to missing school its higher. still, they’re low. to me.

also had to fill out a form before i left class; lied on it. i dont like lying, it makes me uncomfortable and i hate it; however when an authority figure asks you have you ever thought about killing yourself i don’t necessarily feel comfortable with answering that with a yes either. i mean yeah, i have, but also i don’t feel close enough with you to tell you that. whatever. anyway, lied and i don’t like it and felt like writing that somewhere.

..of course, i’m fine, and if not at the moment i soon will be. the dlc i had looked forward to in december is actually coming out in late 2024. adrianne lenker album in march. pokemon violet will be here soon. need to finish left hand of darkness & although id never do it i wouldn’t want to get planted into deep soil without finishing it. have a finals slide presentation on sharks & rays i want to finish. have a science class next semester which will be fun but also fucking suck because i always schedule my sciences for tuesdays and thursdays and i really dont want to change that routine because i hate change which is unnecessary. given the circumstances i probably have to.. unless im truly capable of being in a given place two times a week even when i feel the distinct notion im not welcome and want to cry. one time for an event i had to build up courage for is different; twice a week for a general occurrence is nauseating. baby steps.

despite everything, im adamant on getting through whatever quicksand im in. somehow

tears with no apparent cause -> shakiness -> a very prevalent feeling of wanting to rot into the soil -> video being played in a next class about a sensitive topic, done with the sincerity of a rotting corpse and awful acting that makes it feel more like a joke than an actual PSA -> library time because i am done with this Shit

#cybers tangents

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

Please check out the Collab Masterlist: HERE Look 👀 at My Masterlist: HERE Buy me a Kofi if you’re scared of clowns too: HERE

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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My Only Girl

Summary: request! Reader has to decide between keeping her secret and saving the man she loves. In the end, it's not a hard choice.

Warnings: violence/blood

Word count: 3370

a/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! I put a screen shot of the request at the end just because I didn’t want to give away the whole story :)

You never would have guessed that today would change everything. It started the same as any other Thursday.

You were seated at your desk right outside of Tony’s main office working on his schedule for two weeks from now. Your music was playing softly through your earbuds causing you to bob your head as you read email after email.

Suddenly, a Starbucks cup appeared in front of your face, a metal hand wrapped around the cup.

You swiftly pulled the earbuds from your ears, turning in your chair to greet Bucky with a hug.

“Hi.” You whispered into his chest during your hug. “You are truly a gift.” You smiled, taking the cup with your go to order. You press a quick kiss to his lips only to be pulled back in for a deeper kiss by Bucky.

“Y/N, do you know when my next press conference is?” Tony asked, walking out of his office while still looking down at his tablet.

Bucky let you pull back from him just far enough to answer Tony. “Next Thursday. You wanted to announce the new post-mission protocol for ‘Damage Control’.” You chuckled at the title, knowing Pepper was still trying to talk him into changing it.

“Right! Thank you.” He finally looks up, taking in the sight of you in Bucky’s arms. “Barnes! Let her work.” He nearly whined, playing up the annoyance.

“I will.” Tony leveled him with a pointed glare, looking between you and your computer. “I will! I just wanted to say good morning to my best girl.”

You scrunched your nose at the term of endearment, leaning farther back from Bucky to look in his eyes.

“You don’t like being my best girl?” He sounded genuinely concerned, earning a small chuckle from you.

“I like being your only girl. Best implies that there are others, and though I would love to be the best of them, I don’t want there to be others.” You nodded your head resolutely, taking on a serious expression.

“Please, you’ve had this man wrapped around your finger from the second he saw you.” Tony scoffed.

“He’s right, doll. And you are my only girl. I love you.” Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips, letting you remove yourself from his arms to continue working.

“I love you too. See you for lunch?” He nodded as he walked backwards to the elevator, keeping his eyes on yours until the doors closed.

“Wrapped around your finger, I swear.” Tony laughed when you glared at him, retreating back into his office to make some phone calls.

Sometimes it’s really easy to pinpoint the exact moment everything went to shit. This was one of those times.

22 minutes before you were due to meet Bucky for lunch, the red emergency lights started flashing with an accompanying alarm blaring in your ears.

Friday announced “The compound is under attack, enacting lockdown protocol.”

“Shit.” Lockdown meant you needed to use specific codes to get into or out of any room. It definitely makes your life harder.

Tony left to meet Pepper 15 minutes ago, so to your knowledge you were the only one on this floor.

Glancing up and down the hall to double check, you swiftly enter Tony’s office, pulling up the security footage to see who you’re dealing with. Three different sides of the compound are surrounded by mercenaries clad in black fighting gear.

You watch the screens, contemplating the best course of action to subtly help when one of the mercenaries pulls out a missile launcher. He aims it quickly, firing into the side of the building.

You feel the walls shake as you watch part of the wall collapse, giving them an opening to enter the compound through.

“Shit.” You run from Tony’s office, heading for the action without another thought even though this is definitely the biggest problem you’ve ever helped them with.

You phase through the walls, doing your best to make sure nobody will see you when you come out on the other side of the wall. If all goes well, you’ll be back at your desk before anyone even notices you were gone.

Your powers are a secret, even from the team. The powers that be, meaning your boss, don’t want the Avengers knowing they have an Angel on their side. It took you enough negotiating to get yourself assigned to this “project”, you were willing to do it without telling anyone that you are a angel.

You basically had to beg your boss to let the Avengers be the people you watched over. Typically, angels are assigned to help those who can’t help themselves. Your logic for this assignment was that keeping the Avengers safe would, in turn, protect millions of other people.

The one stipulation you faced when finally being assigned the the Avengers, was that you couldn’t tell them what you are.

At first, You had no problem keeping the secret. Being Tony’s assistant hardly meant spending ample time with everyone. You didn’t need to befriend them to keep them safe. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Overtime, Tony broke down your walls. He convinced you to go to one of his galas, ultimately starting your demise. One look at Bucky had your heart soaring. Not telling him the truth has been eating away at you ever since he first asked you to get dinner with him.

You pushed your guilt to the back of your mind, refocusing on getting closer to the attackers so you could figure out what to do.

Typically, you use your powers to slightly change the path of bullets or hold off a bomb for a few extra seconds. It gives the team enough time to escape, not necessary unscathed, but with recoverable injuries. Plus, it keeps your powers hidden.

It’s hard enough to hack into the video feed from various super suits without alerting anyone, you were definitely concerned about how to keep your powers hidden while using them so close to everyone.

You skid to a stop just around the corner, listening as two of the mercenaries instruct the others.

“Split up. You know who we’re looking for. If you find him, report in. First priority is getting out of here with him alive. All else fails, kill him.”

Immediately, you’re mind jumped to Bucky. Of course, Hydra scrum could be looking for anyone to use as a weapon, but Bucky made the most sense. When would they finally realize they can’t control him anymore?

You used your powers to confuse the men, making it look like whatever blueprints they studied were outdated. It would hopefully give everyone else enough time to get here and fight them off.

You hid in a closet when you heard people approaching from behind you.

“Sam, find Wanda and get to the east side. Nat and I will handle these guys.”

You relaxed at the sound of Steve’s voice, waiting for the group to disperse before sliding out of the closet.

You ran back through the compound, heading for the lab. It was the closest place for you to retreat to in order to look through the security cameras again.

“Friday, give me a rundown of what’s happening please.” You looked between the screens, intently listening to the AI’s voice.

“The east side is being secured by Ms. Maximoff and Mr. Wilson. Based on projected outcomes, they will have everything under control in 7 minutes. Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanoff are fighting on the south side, near the blast sight. They will have the area secure in 6 minutes.”

You nodded, following along as you looked between the cameras.

“The west side is secure. Mr. Stark and Mr. Barton have cleared the area and are holding off any additional attacks.”

“Good. Where’s Bucky?” You looked between the cameras, but couldn’t find him.

“Sergeant Barnes is on the roof, engaged in hand to hand.”

“What the hell is he doing on the roof?” You panicked, clicking between camera angles until you could see him.

There were ten Hydra agents on the roof, surrounding Bucky as he did his best to fight them off.

“How did he get singled out so fast?” You mumbled to yourself, trying to think of a plan. They had Bucky backed up to the edge of the roof, slowly pushing him further and further.

You could see what was about to happen nearly in slow motion. You acted quickly, not thinking about keeping your secret, but rather solely focused on helping Bucky.

You broke through the window in the lab, wings appearing on your back as you flew to him. Just as you arrived, one of the agents shot him three times, propelling him backwards off the roof. Sending a shockwave over the roof, you knocked out the remaining agents as you dove, hurtling through the air to catch Bucky before he hit the ground.

You grabbed him around the waist, lugging his body through the air with some difficulty. It wasn’t the most convenient position, plus you were slightly rusty from hiding your wings for so long.

“Doll?” Bucky questioned, glancing at you through fluttering eyelids. “I knew you were my angel.” He whispered before his eyes fell closed, the blood loss getting to him.

You swung around the building, re-entering through the broken lab window and laying Bucky on the lab bench.

“Lifting lockdown protocol.” Friday announced, the noise barely registering in your ears.

“Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers is requesting a check in from everyone on the team, would you like me to update him on yours and the Sergeant’s situation.” Friday asked.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You muttered, not really paying attention to the question as you did your best to slow the bleeding. You haven’t tried healing anyone in years, so it was taking more effort than it should for you to fix this.

You closed your eyes, hands hovering over Bucky’s body. Your wings were still present, although no longer fully extended.

You channelled everything you could into healing Bucky’s wounds, drowning out any outside interference. Your hands began to glow, a warm golden light surrounding Bucky’s body as his bullet wounds healed.

A few minutes passed as his wounds fully healed. You nearly collapsed from the relief of seeing him no longer bleeding out. His color was returning to normal, heartbeat speeding back up.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the noise, turning around to see nearly the entire team staring at you.

Your eyes went wide, hand still clutching Bucky’s as you stuttered in an attempt to come up with an explanation.

“You have wings.” Wanda pointed out the obvious, everyone still wearing matching expressions of shock.

You looked over your shoulder, nearly surprised by their presence on your back yourself. You had been so focused on healing Bucky, you forgot to hide them again.

“Your hands were glowing.” Sam’s brow furrowed, looking between you and Bucky.

You nodded, still unsure of what to say.

Suddenly Steve barged into the room, unaware of the tension. He ran right for Bucky, yelling for someone to get a medic.

“Why are you all just standing there? Friday said he was shot! Three times! Get a medic!” He looked at everyone in a panic before turning to look for wounds on Bucky.

His brow furrowed as he tried to find any of the bullet wounds. “Wha- Where are the bullet wounds... He’s covered in blood, but not bleeding? Even we can’t heal that fast, what’s going on?” Steve turns back to the team, mouth slightly agape.

They all point to you.

Slowly, Steve turns finally noticing your presence. “Y/N?” He looks between the team and you again, a double take so fast it would have been funny if not for the situation.

“You have wings?” He says it with much more confusion than Wanda’s point blank statement.

You nod, voice still eluding you. You finally manage to get the wings to disappear.

“Care to explain...” Tony asks, pointing to where your wings just were, your hands, and Bucky, “All of that?”

Before you can reply, Bucky jolts awake with a groan.

“What the hell?” He looks around the lab, taking everyone’s confused faces. Even Nat looks surprised. “How did I get here?” He rubs his abdomen, slightly sore from the bullets.

Everyone shakes their heads, looking to you for answers.

“Y/N?” He turns to you, hand squeezing yours slightly. “You were an angel. I thought I was dying...” He trailed off, trying to makes sense of everything in his head.

“An angel?” Steve balks. Everyone else nods, various expressions of understanding on their faces.

“I mean, that makes sense.” Nat chimes in, ready to accept it. “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that ever happened.”

“What?” Bucky asks, sitting up on the counter. “She’s not actually an angel. I just saw that as my... I don’t know, dying wish?” His face scrunched in confusion, trying to make sense of what he saw.

“Well, I’m not dying and I saw the wings. And the glowing hands.” Clint speaks up, turning all eyes back to you.

A voice in your head is suddenly booming. Your hands fly up to the sides of your head, trying to dull the ache of the screaming voice in your mind.

“Y/N L/N, you have broken the only rule bestowed upon you. According to contract 71, you are no longer permitted to enter the Angel Realm. Any attempts to return here will result in termination of your capabilities. Misuse of your capabilities on Earth or any other planet will result in termination of your capabilities.” Your boss’s voice was instantly recognizable.

You didn’t notice the team crowding around you while you doubled over in pain, rubbing your temples as the message repeated.

“Ugh, why did you have to say it twice?” You suddenly stared up at the sky, annoyed with the whole system.

“Um, who said what twice?” Banner finally entered the lab, having been avoiding any anger inducing scenarios.

Before anyone could jump in with what little knowledge they had, you started talking.

“My Boss.” You winced, looking at Tony as he raised a brow. “My other boss... well, I guess not anymore. My former other boss.”

“Which is...” Tony gestured for you to continue.

“Maybe you should all sit down, this could take a while...”

Everyone followed as you lead them to the kitchen and living room.

“Okay, I’ll just jump into I guess.” You took a deep breath, looking around the room at everyone’s curious and slightly impatient expressions.

“I’m an angel.” You nodded, trying to reassure yourself that it was okay to say out loud.

“Yeah, and? We figured that one out fifteen minutes ago.” Tony huffed, wanting more information.

“Four years ago, I found out about the Avengers.” You looked at all of them, nervous for their reactions. “Angels are supposed to protect those who can’t help themselves, but I wanted to protect you all.”

“Why?” Steve asked, eying you curiously.

“Would you all stop interrupting and let her explain!” Wanda whisper yelled, gesturing for you to continue.

“It’s a valid question. Um, I guess I just thought you all put your lives on the line to help everyone else and I wanted to do what I could to help you. I convinced my former boss to let me come here. I told her protecting you guys would protect all the people you were bound to save, and that’s a lot of people.”

Everyone nodded, seemingly taking in the information.

“I wanted to tell you. I really did, but it was my only rule. I wasn’t allowed to.” You nervously wrung your hands together, biting your lip as everyone took in the information.

“That’s why it’s former boss?” Nat questioned.

“Yes. She fired me?” It was a question to your own ears. “I’ve never heard of an angel being fired before. That kinda sucks.” Everyone chuckled at that.

“And that was why you doubled over in pain in the lab?” Bucky questioned, concern in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, she has a habit of yelling in my head. And she always says everything twice.” You glared at the ceiling again, knowing she had probably moved on from you already.

“You’re not mad?” You looked back at Bucky, practically forgetting about everyone else in the room.

“You caught me after I was shot off of a building and then healed my three bullet wounds. I think you’ve made up for the secret.” Bucky smiled, pulling you into his lap for a hug. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You nearly burst into tears at the relief you were feeling. “Oh thank God.” You squeezed him as tight as you thought he could handle, needing to feel him close to your for a second.

You then turned to face the rest of the team, giving them an equally nervous look. “Are you guys mad?”

“Well, I didn’t get any magic healing.” Sam huffed, a smile on his face.

“Nobody flew me around the compound.” Tony added on.

“But, you can fly?” You gave him a confused expression.

“Dammit” Tony muttered, thinking on his feet. “Tell you what, tell me what else you can do and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal... Maybe we can meet back here in half an hour?” You looked at their bruised and bloody bodies. “You all look like you could use a shower, and I for one would love to get this blood off me.” You gestured to the blood covering your jeans and shirt.

A half hour later, you were back in the living room. Tony ordered pizza, everyone crowding around the coffee tables and couches.

“Alright. Get to it!” Tony called out, excitement clear in his voice.

You stood up, turning to face the crowd. “Well, you know about the wings.” Your wings extended from your back with a woosh, spreading out before settling in a resting position.

You heard various mutterings as everyone took in your wings in their full glory. You then floated slightly above the floor, wings gently flapping to keep you suspended.

“How’s it feel birdman, her wings are part of her.” Bucky jested at Sam, a proud smile on his face.

“Yeah, well mine are bulletproof.” Sam sneered, a smile on his face.

“Actually,” you winced, “Mine can be bulletproof. Basically, I can do whatever I want, but only for short periods of time. Like if someone surprise shot me, it would hurt. But if I was prepared, it would bounce off.”

“Wow.” Steve looked at you, a mixture of surprise and wonder in his eyes.

“Um, I can also walk through walls, create shockwaves, move things with my mind, hack into any computer- although it takes some actual knowledge to not leave a trail... I mean, I’m pretty strong, but I don’t have much training for fighting hand to hand or anything. Oh, and mind manipulation? Not like mind control or anything, that is definitely frowned upon. Just... like earlier I made the Hydra agents forget the blueprints so they wouldn’t be able to get around the compound as quickly.”

Everyone jumped in with questions. You answered every single one, talking well into the night. You did your best to give examples of your powers, like moving the rubble around to fix the giant hole in the south side of the compound.

After a few hours, Bucky cut in. “Guys, she’ll still be here tomorrow. Wait, you will still be here, right?” He looked at you in a panic.

“Yes, unless you all want me gone, I’m here to stay.” You smile at them.

“Good. Now as I was saying, she’ll be here tomorrow. Ask her the rest of your questions then. Hell, make a list if you want. Just let me take my best girl to bed.” Bucky pulled you up from the couch, leading you out of the room.

“Goodnight!” You called back to the team before turning to Bucky. “What did I say about being your best girl?” You playfully hit his side.

He pulled you into his arms, hugging you while you waited for the elevator. “I’m sorry. My only girl.”

“That’s better.”

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years ago

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Infinity

2 | Unexpected

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Unexpectedly run into Gojo after five years.

Words: 3883

Genre: JJK Universe with slight additional fantasy elements bc reader is not a sorcerer

cw/an: Nanami in a strip club, Gojo being cocky

5 years later

“Why did I have to come with you?” The blond sorcerer groans. He would have much preferred his night at home, rather than out with him.

“Because I suspect you’ve never been here before,” Gojo says, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, this is one of the classier establishments.”

“You could have brought Geto.”

“Nah, he’s on a date, and this is more fun than whatever you were planning on doing anyway,” Gojo says as Nanami continues to groan, “besides, it’s for a mission.”

“I don’t understand why we had to come in here. The men died in the alley. Couldn’t we just wait there for the culprit?”

“Nope~,” Gojo sings with a smile as they enter the strip club, “I want to check out the inside. See if we get any residuals from a curse user.” And also to see if this is a place he’s going to come back to with Geto, but Nanami doesn’t need to know that.

“This is humiliating. Some of them are topless….” Nanami looks away as a blush creeps up his neck and cheeks.

“Yeah, strippers do that sometimes. Lighten up and have fun, don’t be such a prude,” Gojo pulls down his glasses and smiles at one of the ladies who walks by him, “these ladies are working hard, can’t you tell?”

“Do you really suspect a curse user?” Nanami asks incredulously.

Gojo sighs, trying to have fun before getting serious about work. Taking a seat at the front by the stage, he motions Nanami to sit in the chair next to him. A waitress promptly comes to take their orders - a cocktail and beer.

“I don’t know what I suspect,” Gojo answers honestly, surprising Nanami. “The bodies weren’t found torn to pieces like they typically would with a curse. It’s almost as if… their souls were drained from them. Every one of the bodies were found with a smile on their face.”

“Their soul, huh?” Nanami asks, finally intrigued by something the white-haired sorcerer had to tell him. Gojo rolls his eyes. He was hoping Nanami would loosen up and get laid tonight. Guess that’s not happening.

“The bodies started showing up within the last two months, found on Friday mornings. Sooooo, I figured if we come on Thursday night and go inside, we have a chance to look around for anyone suspicious. If it turns out to be a curse or curse user, we handle it – if not, then we give the information to the police and get paid while having a good time.”

“Please welcome Chastity to the stage – she’s ranked second in our private dancer line up this week. Be sure to say hi when you see her, she is incredibly friendly and loves newcomers!”

Nanami shakes his head, finally understanding Gojo’s motives. “Except I won’t be paid for coming out with you, since this is your mission and you failed to notify anyone I was coming.”

“Nanamiiiiii, be quiet, the next dancer’s starting. I hear good things about her,” he smiles widely, “I suspect she isn’t as pure as her name lets on,” he chuckles to himself while Nanami groans.

Chastity is short, with a bright pink mesh top and thong, and matching eight-inch glitter platform stilettos. She’s pretty with her dark hair cascading down her back in waves, tight little body moving to the beat of the song around the pole on stage.

She’s attractive enough. When they’re done with this little mission, Gojo will probably hook up with her, maybe in the alley where the men died. Now if that isn’t a morbid thought.

Despite telling Nanami to be quiet, Gojo continues to talk while Nanami does his best to ignore him, all the while also trying to avert his gaze from the stage.

“I brought so much cash with me; I’m going to tip her so well.” Gojo says, leaning forward, biting his lip watching Chastity slide down the pole. “Try not to look so grumpy. You’ll scare all the lovely ladies away with that frown.”

Nanami rolls his eyes as Chastity descends the stairs and begins to mingle with customers.

Having seen Gojo and Nanami while on stage, she walks slowly past them, wondering if they will stop her and give a tip, since neither put any money on stage for her. Gojo definitely plans on doing just that. He knows how to get what he’s after.

“Chastity, yes?”

“Hi sweetie, what can I do for you?” She asks, as delightful as she can, leaning over so her breasts hang, barely in her top as Gojo shamelessly watches.

“You did great.” Gojo pulls down his glasses and winks, causing her to blush. She takes his money and puts it in her top and saunters off to the back room.

“You do feel that, correct?” Nanami questions, annoyed that the man who is technically on the mission has yet to mention the presence that’s been lingering since they walked into this wretched building.

You wait in the back for your turn. Chastity had a set lined up and you were to come on after her. You look in the mirror checking your outfit and hair one last time before standing behind the stage in your entrance area.

You decided to put on the light blue outfit tonight, as it compliments your skin color so well. Halter top, with the fabric going down over each breast, coming together in the center, trailing down your stomach into a thong. You adjusted the straps in the back, holding the top up, to create just a little more space between your breasts. You give them a good bounce to see if they’ll come out, they don’t. Not that it mattered – if they did, you would just get larger tips.

Chastity comes back after her set, extremely giddy making you smile and laugh as you put on the blue masquerade mask. You prefer to cover part of your face, so when you’re out on the town, people won’t recognize you. You’ve made that mistake before.

“Everything okay?” You ask, giving her a big grin, wondering if a cute customer gave her their phone number.

“There are these two total hunks in the front seats!” She exclaims, excitedly while telling you how much he tipped her.

“Wow, that’s a lot from one customer,” you flash your eyebrows to her, “you must have really brought it tonight, damn!”

“I wonder if I can get either of their phone numbers. The blonde one didn’t seem interested, so maybe the white haired one. I would be okay with either though!”

Intrigued by her comment, you decide to poke your head on stage and take a peek for yourself.

Admittedly, they are both very attractive, and both have the sharpest damn jawlines you’ve ever seen. She’s right to be excited about them. You might just be jealous if she gets to go home with one of them tonight.

Studying the man with white hair a little longer than the blond, you realize you recognize him as he turns his head towards the stage. Gojo. What a lucky coincidence – you smile to yourself in realization that the presence you’ve been feeling for the last half hour or so has been him and likely his friend. It’s not an uncommon presence here in Japan, as you’ve learned, but he’s still incredibly strong. Stronger than you remember.

Watching him with his friend, and seeing his smile, you feel the corner of your lips curl in response. You remember that smile. You’ve thought about it several times over the years. You also watch as his gaze follows and lingers on several of the dancers and waitresses, so maybe he’s a bit of a reg flag. But that doesn’t really concern you.

Since moving to Japan a few months ago, you wanted to immediately start your search for him, but since needing to work and feed, you didn’t exactly have a lot of spare time to go gallivanting around the city hoping to run into one person, so you decided to wait until you had enough saved to not need to work as much before starting your little manhunt.

As you’re peeking through the curtains, your eyes eventually meet. He gives a smirk, knowing you’re looking because of Chastity. You give a sly smile back and move behind the curtain waiting for your cue to go on stage, all the while still wondering what his eyes look like behind those hippie glasses. They look like the same ones he had on when you first met.

You take a deep breath, as you feel the familiar hunger in the pit of your stomach. The churning that inevitably comes back, only it’s more intense than before with the thought of some answers being so close. Maybe it’s because of Gojo and his friend.

Maybe after you get those answers you can feed from him, though it would be a shame to accidentally kill someone as pretty as him.

Maybe you could feed from his friend, or maybe both, together.

Quickly, you take another deep breath. Only a few more hours to go and then you can feed. Just need to stay focused at the task at hand so you don’t accidently give yourself away as the monster you secretly are.

“Everyone, please put your hands together for the ever lovely and talented, Infinity! The newest member to our team, she has been number one in our private dancer line up 7 weeks in a row. Just as her name suggests, she likes to have endless amounts of fun!”

With your introduction, you step onto the stage. Starting your routine, you sway your hips to the beat of the music blasting in the club. Smiling, you look down to Gojo who licks and bites his lower lip at the sight of you.

Then men gawk, stare, and a few cheer as you twirl and descend the pole, legs wrapped around it as you spin slowly down to the stage. You see both the blond and white-haired man watching intently as your back makes contact with the stage.

You flip over off your back into the splits and roll forward, laying on your stomach before lifting up and crawling to the end of the stage. You debate for a moment, to go to Gojo, but decide not to seem too eager to get their attention.

Dangling your feet off the stage, you rub your hand on the cheek of one of your regulars, a man who is quite rich and comes here, specifically to see you. He’s been a primary source of your tips for weeks now; using your powers on him to manipulate more money than he would normally give.

Touching his face, you allow some of your energy to flow into him, causing him to become a blubbering mess before you. You feel the eyes of the two handsome men you’re ignoring as you do this but hope there’s enough commotion and enough people blocking you, that they don’t really see what you just did. The man tips very generously as expected, which is what you were aiming for. You blow him a quick kiss and remove yourself from the stage, heading to the bar for a quick drink before working the floor for a while.

At the bar, you feel that familiar presence beside you, turning, you see Gojo standing next to you. Tall, so very, very tall. Just as you remember. He looks you up and down and smiles, “Hi, sweetheart,” then orders his drink, the sweetest cocktail the bar offers.

“Hi, handsome,” you purr, “what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s my friend’s birthday. Was hoping you had time to give him a dance.” He has a mischievous grin, pulling down his glasses giving you a wink.

Your throat goes dry as he exposes his azure eyes, surrounded by long white lashes. As he smiles, you see the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly. His eyes are playful and young. And so cocky. He knows how beautiful he is, and that just isn’t fair. He keeps the grin as he places his glasses over the bridge of his nose, and you continue to stare, wondering why he chooses to hide those beautiful blues from the world.

“Sure, anything for a birthday boy. Especially one as cute as him,” you finally manage to say, winking back and gaining your composure.

“Oh, you think he’s cute, huh?”

You say nothing as you walk away and approach the blonde sitting at his chair. You touch his shoulder and circle around him, he’s visibly uncomfortable and flinches slightly at your touch. It’s not a common reaction from the people who come here, but it does happen on occasion from those who are shy. Usually they loosen up by the end of the dance.

Sitting on the table across from him, you cross your legs as Gojo takes his seat. “I hear it’s someone’s birthday today.” You tease, shaking your shoulders which causes your tits to jiggle slightly.

A blush forms across his face. “I-I don’t know where you got that idea,” he stutters looking away.

“Nonsense, Nanami! She’s here to make your birthday better. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You smile at Gojo and turn back to Nanami “Absolutely,” he shifts uncomfortably as you place a hand on his thigh.

Normally, you would use your little ability to calm the customer down, but you’re not sure if they saw what you did to your regular earlier. If they can even see what you did, it's best to play it safe and not do that now.

“This should cover it.” Gojo says, handing you a large wad of cash.

“This is way too much.” Your mouth hangs open as you look up to him, shocked by the amount of money he just casually passed to you. More than enough to cover rent and bills for the month and even next.

“You more than deserve it, after that spectacular performance,” he continues to watch you through his glasses while taking a sip of his cocktail.

Turning back to Nanami you clear your throat, “well, this is enough for a private dance for both of you and then some. So, what will it be, birthday boy?”

“Uhm… I’m good.” He says, taking a sip of his drink, looking away.

You scoff and roll your eyes at him, “oh, come on. It won’t be that bad!”

Both of them turn to you, surprised. Gojo grins and Nanami begrudgingly agrees.

“Okay, great.” You say, getting up as you see Chastity walk by, and grab her arm, motioning for her to dance with Gojo. She’s elated.

“My prices-” you hold up your hand cutting her off.

“I got it.” She’ll think this gesture is for you to help her get closer to him, she doesn’t have to know it’s because he paid you so much.

He smiles widely as he opens his legs for her to enter and she starts dancing, swaying her hips around him. You do the same with Nanami, though he’s more reluctant to get into it. You swing your hips, and dance around to the beat.

At the end of the dance, Nanami still looks uncomfortable. You tried, really tried, but he wasn’t having it.

Peeking over, you notice Gojo handing Chastity a stack of bills. She graciously accepts them before squealing and running to the back. You roll your eyes at the thought of how much money he’s throwing at the two of you tonight.

As icing on the cake, and because Gojo did pay so much, you decide to sit in Nanami’s lap. Not because you thought his reaction would be hilarious. That had nothing to do with this decision at all. As soon as your ass hits his crotch, his face is beat red. And as much as he’s pretending like your little dance didn’t affect him, you can clearly tell that’s a big lie. But you won’t say anything, he’s clearly already embarrassed enough.

You place an arm over his shoulder and around his neck for support as you drape your legs towards Gojo, letting your feet touch his knee. He doesn’t move or flinch away from your touch. In fact, he leans in a little closer.

“So, endless amounts of fun, huh?” Gojo says, eyeing you on Nanami’s lap, enjoying Nanami’s uncomfortable reaction. He’d enjoy it more if you were on his lap.

“Mhm. Unlimited, immeasurable, limitless fun,” you smile as you rub Nanami’s cheek. “But, Infinity works better as a name.”

“I’m very familiar with limitless.” He says cracking a perfect smile, his voice like honey as if he’s telling an inside joke, you’re not a part of.

“Oh? How so?”

“That’s a secret.”

You chuckle as you stand and walk over to the white-haired man you haven’t seen in seemingly forever. Bending down in front of him, he doesn’t move away, just continues to smirk as your noses line up, lips very close to one another. His sweet breath is intoxicating and he smells like bergamot, mixed with a little honey.

“Something tells me you’re full of secrets,” you wink back before shimmying away to the back of the club as he continues to watch the way your hips sway, without turning back to him.

That interaction with Gojo and Nanami has left you hungrier than you were before, so you head to the bathroom to splash some water on your face and take a moment to calm down.

Once you’re calm, you decide to change into a black flowy dress, thinking about where you can go and feed tonight. You’ve been hanging around a shady bar near the club for a few weeks, and it’s time to change things up a bit, to throw the scent off your trail.

Since Gojo did pay you so much, you’re able to leave early, so you poke your head out on stage again to see the two men leaving. Sighing, you decide to head out the back entrance and cross town to feed, before heading home.

“Hi, Infinity. You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you.” A gruff, annoyed voice greets you as you exit the club from the back-alley entrance.

You turn to look at the man, a regular, drunk, and waiting for you. “I don’t know who you’re looking for, but-,” he cuts you off, with a knife at your throat. “Oh.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, whore!” He grits his teeth, “I know you’ve been doing something to me, to get more money outta me!”

Clearly he’s a lot more perceptive to your touch than you gave him credit for. Maybe you did it one too many times on him.

Unfortunately, Gojo and Nanami are still close, and you’re unsure if they can sense your presence, like you can theirs. Best to continue to play it safe.

“I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say as sweetly as you can, but he’s not having it. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck.

Lifting your left knee, you kick your foot back, hitting him in the crotch. He hunches over, so you elbow him in the face causing him to back away, holding his now bloody nose. You start to run out of the alley, towards where Gojo and Nanami seem to be.

“You bitch!” He screams, running after you, knife in hand. You turn to see how close he is as you round the corner, bumping into someone.

“Hey,” Gojo says as you turn around, the man comes around the corner with crazed eyes and tries to throw the knife at you, but it stops short and falls to the ground, despite the perfect aim he had.

“Excuse me. What’s going on?” Nanami asks, glaring at the man who threw the knife.

“This bitch is doing something to me! She’s drained me of almost all my money!” He spits pointing at you.

“Maybe she’s just good at her job.” Gojo says as Nanami gives him a discernible look. Gojo pulls you close, walking you out of the alley while Nanami stays behind.

“You okay?” Gojo asks, holding you by the chin and turning your face in various angles looking for any cuts or bruises. Satisfied, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to blush slightly.

“Um, yeah. Just surprised. I’ve had crazy customers before, but not like that.”

After a few minutes, Nanami is by your side out on the street. “He already had a bloody nose. Did you do that to him?”

“Yeah. When I came out, he held the knife to my throat, so I kicked him in the dick and elbowed him in the nose.” Gojo laughs quietly.

“That was reckless.” Nanami states.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Gojo questions despite being impressed with your quick reaction.

“Well, I’m a woman, working a job where weird, creepy men come to see my half naked body. It’s in my best interest to know how to throw a punch.” They both think for a moment and nod in agreement.

“Well, Infinity. It’s nice to finally see your face.” Wow, such a gentleman.

“I hide my face while working to prevent the creeps from following me or talking to me in public. Most don’t recognize me without the masks on. Clearly some still do.”

“I’m Nanami Kento and this i-”

“Gojo, I know. I’m y-”

“y/n.” Gojo finishes with a smile, making you laugh at the awkward exchange. “I remember.”

You smile at him, surprised he remembers after so many years, because earlier you were sure he didn’t. Nanami looks at you both confused.

“Looks like you’re my knight in shining armor again. I’ll have to find a way to really thank you this time.”

“I’ll leave you two to catch up, then. I’ve had quite enough of this evening.” Nanami grumbles making you laugh.

“Uh, thank you, Nanami. I appreciate the help and sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier.”

“You were just doing your job. Also, leave him in the alley. The police will find him shortly. Gojo, if you need assistance, don’t hesitate to call.”

He nods and turns his attention back to you, “want me to walk you home?”

“I was actually thinking of going out tonight.”

“Mind if I join?”

With the club so dark inside, you couldn’t make out what he was wearing earlier, but you look him up and down now, shamelessly as he does the same to you. He’s in khaki pants with a white shirt and black blazer over it. And he looks good in it. You wonder if it’s tailored. With the money he was throwing around tonight, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Why?” you narrow your eyes, confused.

He shrugs. “You were just attacked. Could probably use some company.”

You did just find who you came here for, waiting another night should be fine.

“Sure. I’m still new around here, and don’t really know where to go. Since I have a local with me now, why don’t you show me a good time?”

“A good time is always guaranteed with Gojo Satoru.” He grins back, motioning for you to hook your arm around his.

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

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