#embarrassing of me to get so heated over YA fantasy i admit

[foggieststars]

actually given that i’m rereading the throne of glass series rn i actually feel nothing but pure disgust at the amount of grown men who read the first book and hop on reddit to say it’s the most trite annoying thing they’ve ever read. like first of all are you a fourteen year old girl? no? then maybe learn some common empathy and use it to understand that a book series written by a teenage girl for teenage girls isn’t trying to be High Literature and it isn’t fucking for you…..

like omg why am i getting so heated. i just cannot read one more post from a grown man wading into a discussion about genre fiction and throwing all of their toys out of the pram because it’s not catering to their tastes? it’s not fucking FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

[beanwaterontherocks]

Stress relief

(Hoshina Soshiro)

Pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x gn!Reader (they/them pronouns) Pt2 Pt3 Summary: You and your platoon were sent to Japan's third division base. You get along well with the vice captain, though sparring with him brings way more stress than it relieves. Warnings: Suggestive language and situations, Kissing, 18+ only My first language isn't english, so mistakes may occur. Word count: 1959

You’d heard stories of Japan’s Defense Force back at home and seeing it in person sure didn’t disappoint. Sixteen whole divisions spread over the country. The Tachikawa base, belonging to the Third Division, was a sight to see. A massive structure full of high-tech weapons and skilled officers. You’d been ordered to help out at the base as a show of goodwill. You and your platoon felt a bit out of place at first, coming from a country with less kaiju attacks and a smaller force. But you and your team were willing to help out in any way you could during missions.

You leaned against the balcony, listening to the happy chatter inside the building. It was good that both teams seemed to be getting along, no doubt helped by the casual ‘welcome party’ you’d been greeted with. You fiddled with your half-empty can of beer, as you let out a breath, maybe you shouldn’t be so nervous about this. 

“There you are Commander, I was wonderin’ where you went off to”, a voice spoke and you turned to face Vice-Captain Hoshina. He smiled at you, an expression he seemed to wear a lot, you smiled back politely. “Are we boring ya?” He asked in a teasing tone. You’d pegged him as a more laid-back guy and you’d been right. 

But looking closer, there was something enigmatic about him. His cheerful grin, charming as it was, didn’t always seem sincere. There was more to him than a joking personality. Your interest was definitely piqued. 

“I just needed some fresh air, though I’m glad they’re all having fun”, you responded, watching as he moved to stand a few feet from you, leaning against the balcony too. “Thanks for the warm welcome, I’m glad you guys are more tight-knit like we are”, you spoke and took a sip of your now lukewarm beer. He looked at you for a moment, before glancing at the party through the window behind him. 

“I guess you could say that, though you shouldn’t get too attached, y’know”, he commented and you hummed in agreement. That much was true, it was an unpredictable and dangerous job and anything could happen at any time. There was something you had to point out though, to get back at his teasing earlier. 

“I think that’s a little hypocritical, Vice-Captain Hoshina”, you said, looking at him with a smile. He seemed a little taken back, crossing his arms. “You care a lot about your division, I can tell, otherwise you wouldn’t let them throw parties or even care to make fun of them”, you continued and finished off your drink. “Plus, it’s better to take the risks among friends than among strangers”, you said as you looked up towards the darkening sky. He tilted his head before opening his mouth and…bursting out laughing. You saw him double over and clutch his stomach as he chuckled. 

“Ya sound like some kind of fantasy character, what’s with that?” He said as he continued to wheeze. Although his laugh was cute to listen to (something you felt embarrassed admitting) you still put a hand over your chest, in mock scandal. You were about to speak up when he looked at you, his smile softer than usual. You felt your cheeks heat up, probably just because of the alcohol. “I hope we can get along!”, he said as he straightened his posture, holding a gloved hand out to you. You took his hand, shaking it firmly as you smiled. 

“Me too”, you responded and let go of his hand. 

“So, I heard you use swords when fighting kaiju”, you spoke up, recalling the documents you’d read before coming here. “You don’t see that often, even though it’s pretty effective”, you said and Hoshina raised an eyebrow. 

“You think so?” He asked, a hand resting on his chin. You nodded and explained how optimal it could be for smaller kaiju. There was a much less messy outcome than with guns and it gave more precision to exploit weak spots. Hoshina was silent for a moment before he simply grinned again.

“I heard you like different weapons too, ya use a staff right?” He said and you were a bit surprised, he’d read up on you too. 

“Well, it’s more of a secondary weapon, but I’d really like to spar with you sometime”, you said and Hoshina hummed a bit before nodding. 

“Sure, how about tomorrow night?” He asked, you chuckled in response but you were incredibly interested in seeing him in action. 

“Eager, aren’t we? I’ll take you up on that offer”, you chuckled, this was your chance to see him in action. The two of you rejoined the party and you spent the evening getting to know the officers, occasionally feeling like someone was stealing glances at you. 

It went without saying that being in the Defense Force came with a lot of stress. Daily training regimes, missions, strategizing  and, for you and Hoshina, keeping the officers in line. You had taken to sparring with Hoshina a few times a week to decompress and let it out. Sure, it was nice to relax and recommend books to each other but sparring was definitely the best way to relieve stress. 

Or it would have been, if it wasn’t for how you were distracted by something else.

That something being Hoshina in that skin-tight compression shirt. The way his impressive muscles rippled with every move and how snugly it clung to his defined waist. Though it was hard to take your eyes off his torso, his face was also becoming a problem. 

His jovial expression melted into something more serious when he first took a swing at you. His eyes seemed to open more, exposing that vibrant mauve hue that you wanted to look at even closer. You managed to move to the side and dodge his attack by a hair’s width. You kicked your leg out to throw him off his balance, but he dodged it. Typical, you couldn’t always land a hit on him barehanded, you thought back to earlier this week. You’d gotten your staff to Hoshina’s neck, pressing the wood against his skin and the look he’d given you…like he was daring you to do something. You still weren’t sure what that look meant, but it had been incredibly hot. Here you were thinking like this while he was trying to earnestly spar with you. You mentally slapped yourself as you backed up a bit.

“Hey, how about we make a wager? Whoever loses has to do a favor for the winner”, you suggested, thinking about the nice lunch that the vice-captain salary could get you. Just to think about anything else than the flex of his arms. Hoshina grinned as your match paused momentarily.

“Sure, that sounds fun”, he said teasingly, sending more blood to your face. Damn him. 

You saw his gaze rake over you, preparing himself for whatever you might do. A part deep inside of you hoped that he was looking at you like you did him. But you instantly doubted it, your training clothes were an old t-shirt and biker shorts. You gestured for him to come towards you as you assumed a fighting stance, 

Maybe you were extra distracted or maybe his movements were a bit slower as he lunged at you again. That move seemed way too predictable for Hoshina and you actually managed to catch his fist. 

“Wow, Vice-Captain, is something throwing you off?” You asked, chuckling a bit before you saw his expression. It was that exact same look from before, the one that challenged you, made your heart race so much it thumped in your ears. You couldn’t look anywhere but his face and that led to your defeat. 

He swept your legs out from under you, causing you to fall onto your back, hitting the training room floor. He got on his knees and pinned your wrists down 

“I got ya now”, he said as he leaned over you, dark violet locks framing his face, which was now right in front of yours. He let go of your wrists after three seconds, but neither of you moved away. You tried to keep your gaze upwards, but it slowly drifted down to his lips. His mouth was open slightly, he was breathing heavily. You studied his pointed canines, wondering how they’d feel against your lips. 

The match had been over for a hot minute, yet Hoshina was still this close. The two of you simply looked at each other, engaged in some kind of stalemate. What kind of move should you make? You didn’t want to mess up the steady friendship the two of you had. But you couldn’t ignore the heat radiating off his body or how his locked gaze made you shiver. 

“So, what about that favor?” Hoshina asked, his hand raising, hovering just over the side of your face, like he wanted to cup your cheek. It couldn’t be, was he really having the same feelings? Maybe this was only your only chance to know for sure, without completely messing things up. You looked him in the eye, taking a breath before speaking:

“I’ll do you the favor of letting you kiss me”. 

You waited, had you been wearing your suit, it would have warned you of a dangerously accelerated heart rate. If he didn’t feel the same way, you still had time to frame it as a joke, a cheeky remark like the ones you two always shared. There was no more time to nervously ponder. Because Hoshina leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a feverous kiss, his hand went to hold your face as he pressed himself even closer. You felt relief wash over you as you kissed him back with matched passion. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your tongue across his bottom lip. Hoshina chuckled into the kiss before opening his mouth. Those sharpened canines felt just as good as you’d hoped. He nipped at your lips with them, though never hard enough to draw blood. Hoshina’s other hand went down to your thigh, snaking a finger under the hem of your shorts. He pulled the tight fabric and it snapped against your thigh, making you gasp. 

“How am I supposed to focus when you’re wearin’ these”, he said breathlessly when he pulled away from your lips. You laughed and moved your arms from his neck to his waist, running your palms over his clothed, toned back with a satisfied sigh.

“I guess we’re even then”, you spoke, finding the hem of that godforsaken shirt. You were desperate to get it off and feel more of his skin, more of him. 

But you both decided it’d be better to continue somewhere private. You leaned back on his bed, watching as he crawled towards you and caged your body in with his own. Wasting no time, you tugged at his shirt until he got the message and peeled it off. You felt heat between your legs as you pulled off your own shirt. He stared at you, a look like one he gave you when you were sparring. But there was something else in his gaze, a deep hunger, like he’d been holding it back for a while. 

“We’re far enough away from the others, make as much noise as you wanna”, he said, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. You put your palm on the back of his head and threaded your fingers into his dark violet locks. You pushed him closer and caught his lips, moving your leg between his. Just like your sparring matches, you’d give it all you had. 

[fanficsforfun]

Dirty fantasy

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: no apocalypse AU, if you will. I honestly didn’t really think that much about the setting

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: pee desperation, wetting, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiveing), aftercare

Summary: You end up fulfilling your dirty fantasy with Merle

Author’s note: I know this is more kinky than what I normally write, please don’t hold it against me 😅

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You were laying next to Merle in his bed, just chilling, nothing special. You had been feeling like you’d need to go to the toilet for some time already, but you didn’t really want to. Not only because it was nice to just lay there, but also because the feeling of having a full bladder was… pleasant. You shifted a bit restlessly, but didn’t get out of the bed.

“What is it?” Merle asked after having noticed how you seemed to be getting uneasy.

“Uh, nothing. I just would need to go to the toilet”, you replied.

“Why don’t ya go then?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

You hesitated for a moment before replying: “Because it feels good.”

Merle raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”, you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm”, he hummed, and then got up to grab a thick towel. 

“Just in case”, he grinned, motioning for you to move enough so that he could spread the towel on the bed. You felt heat rising on your cheeks, and gave him a sheepish glance when he settled back next to you.

Merle rolled on his side, placing his hand over your lower belly, over your bladder. “So, it feels good right here?”

You bit your lip and nodded. A nice feeling of arousal started to build up inside you. Merle grinned and pressed his hand against you, gently rubbing you there. It made you gasp, and you had to cross your legs.

“Oh, yer getting desperate?” He teased, pressing your bladder again.

“Yeah”, you almost moaned. 

“Hmm, it’s starting to ache a bit, huh? Having such a full bladder?” Merle continued with a raspy, teasing voice.

You whimpered, shifting under his hand. You couldn’t help it, his words were turning you on so bad. And he just kept talking. 

“I think yer getting close to peein’ yerself, ain’t ya?” He teased, pressing his fingers against your bladder, once again rubbing it gently, knowing he was making things worse for you.

You crossed your legs more tight but then breathed out “Yeah…”

“Yeah?” He rubbed you a bit harder. “Yer gonna have an accident in my bed?”

A gasp left from your lips when you felt how your body was about to give in, how a little leak was staining your pants. Merle smiled at your wide-eyed, startled look.

“I knew it”, he said teasingly, forcing your legs open. You whimpered at it, closing your eyes for a moment.

Merle chuckled and moved his hand over the small wet spot on your pants. “Yer so full yer starting to lose control, huh?”

Another whimper left your lips, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. Merle rubbed his fingers against the wet spot, looking into your eyes. “That feels good, don’t it? When yer body just can’t hold it anymore…”

“Merle”, you gasped, trying to make him take his hand away because you were about to leak more. 

Merle refused to move his hand, instead he continued rubbing your crotch. “Yer gonna have another accident?”

You whimpered in embarrassment when you peed a bit more, wetting his hand. Merle just grinned, rubbing the growing wet spot on your pants. “Damn…”

His voice and the feeling of his hand against you made you shiver. “Merle…”, you moaned, squirming against his hand. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his fingers still moving against you.

“I... I'm gonna really pee myself”, you whined, looking at him ashamed, almost afraid of how he will react. 

Merle smirked, not stopping rubbing you through your pants. “Yeah, ya are”, he said like it's an inevitable fact.

“M-Merle…”, you whimpered helplessly when you finally just couldn’t hold it anymore, peeing in your pants and all over his hand. He only chuckled, feeling the pee flow out, wetting your pants.

“There ya go…”, he whispered, his voice low and raspy.

You kept whimpering, shame burning on your cheeks. You could feel how wet your pants were, totally soaked after having lost control. Merle gently rubbed his hand against you, smiling at how wet your pants had gotten. 

“Ya made quite a mess, didn’t ya?”

You responded by pushing your hips against his hand, grinding against it, whimpering. Merle smiled softly, rubbing you some more.

“Shh, it’s okay, sugar.”

His words made you moan, and you squirmed against his hand. Merle rubbed you more firmly, earning a gasp from you.

“Ya feel better now, all emptied out?”

“Yeah”, you breathed out.

Merle chuckled. “Good. Just relax now…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, but after a moment you asked hesitantly “You don't think that was... disgusting? That... I'm some kind of a weirdo?”

He chuckled, gently rubbing you again. “Why the hell would I think that?”

“I just peed on myself... on your hand... I enjoyed being desperate to pee, you rubbing my bladder to make it even harder for me”, you whispered, not looking at him.

“Nah, it's okay. Nothin' wrong with finding pleasure in that. Besides, ya really think I would've done all this if I thought it was gross?”

After a moment of silence you had to admit that he was right. Of course he wouldn't have done any of it if he wasn’t okay with it. You smiled, and then pointed out that you probably should go and get cleaned up. Your wet pants were starting to feel uncomfortable, and the wet towel under you didn't help either.

Merle nodded. “Yeah, might be best. It’s a real big mess in yer pants there, girl.”

You giggled, embarrassment rushing through you again.

“C'mon. Let's get ya cleaned up.”

You nodded, and got out of the bed. Merle took the towel off the bed, and shoved it into a plastic bag that he dropped in the bathroom next to the washing machine. Then he turned to you, helping you out of your clothes. He even turned the water on in the shower, urging you to go there. You couldn’t help but get a lovely, warm feeling in your chest over how he was being so caring with you. 

You washed up leisurely, and a smile spread across your face when you saw him sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for you with a towel in his hands. He wrapped it around your body and rubbed it against you to dry you off. You closed your eyes and exhaled. His care felt so good, you never thought he would do something like that. It wasn’t quite his style.

“Ya okay? Ain't too embarrassed over what just happened?” Merle asked while continuing to rub you with the towel, drying you off. 

“Yeah, it’s not that bad.”

“Good.”

When Merle had finished drying you off, you were about to get dressed (while you were in the shower, he had gone to get you some clean clothes), but he stopped you.

“Hold on a moment, darlin'. Ain't done with you yet.”

“What?” You asked, standing all naked in the middle of the bathroom.

Merle grinned, slowly pushed you back until you bumped against the toilet cabinet and stepped really close to you. 

“There's one part of your body that needs some extra attention.”

“Oh?” You asked, your belly clenching nicely.

Merle lowered himself so he was right in front of your hips, his face level with them. “Yeah… gotta make sure yer all clean, darlin'.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and your breathing quickened. "Merle?"

“Hop on the cabinet, would ya?” 

Once you had done so, he gently pushed your legs apart, running his hands over your thighs, looking up at you and wetting his lips. You couldn’t help but gasp, your center fully exposed to him. Your arousal, which had subsided during the shower, came rushing back. He grinned, and then leaned in, placing a kiss on your nub. You moaned, letting your eyes fall shut. He gently run his tongue over you, moving it delicately along your folds. You grabbed the edge of the cabinet, doing your best not to push your hips in his face. 

Merle licked, sucked and kissed your pussy so skilfully that you were about to come in no time. You were panting, gazing down at the man between your legs. Soon your head fell back and your eyes closed as the tension in your core grew ever stronger. You moaned as it finally erupted, your pussy pulsating in the grip of a strong orgasm. 

Once you've had your release, you soon began to relax. You couldn’t deny that it had been a very hot, and a very reassuring, thing to do, to give you oral sex after you had wetted yourself, even if you had taken a shower in between. 

Merle smiled up at you and then stood up, pulling you into his arms. “All nice ‘n clean now”, he murmured. 

You leaned into him with your eyes closed, slightly panting, your pussy still feeling a bit tingly after the orgasm. “Why you'd do that?”

He chuckled, gently rubbing your back. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I peed on myself not so long ago?” You suggested, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising to your cheeks once more. 

Merle laughed, but not in a malicious way. “I told ya already, I don’t mind.”

“That was a really sweet thing to do”, you said quietly.

“Hmm”, he hummed. “I knew ya were turned on earlier. Figured it wouldn’t be too nice to leave ya without an orgasm.”

You smiled. “I should give you something in return.”

“Not tonight”, Merle firmly denied your offer. “Ya have all the time in the world to play with me later.”

He kissed your neck before letting go and grabbing your clean clothes. “Come on then. I'll give you a hand.”

The warm feeling filled you up again. He helped you into your clothes, and then you two went back to his bedroom. You noticed that Merle had had time to change the beddings while you were in the shower. You smiled as you crawled into bed next to him and snuggled up against him. No matter how rough Merle might be in other ways, when it came to being intimate, he could be very considerate.

[jamesyofukashi]

The first story I ever wrote: Autumn leaves

The autumn leaves drift by my window. The red and gold of maple leaves swirl in a beautiful dance, tempted by the music of the wind. It’s only October, but it’s most definitely starting to get cold, the days growing longer yet somehow simultaneously shorter with melancholic mundaneness. Summer feels like a butterfly dream, like a reality that has come and gone only for the dreamer to wake up. In short, I like it warm.

“You good, Baker? Your eyes look dead again.”, asks blankly Luca while thoughtlessly tending to the fireplace. He pokes the burning oak, which is gently sparking away at itself. I forgot he was even there, honestly.

“Yeah, just lost in thought a little”, I nonchalantly respond, still looking out the window. The leaves have ceased their dance.

I continue looking out the window. The fire’s still gently crackling, sending out the slight smokey and earthy sent of a warm summer’s night.

“Nothing’s up, just thinking”

“Dude, I know you, you know me. You can pick my brain about this kinda stuff.”

I continue looking out the window. He adds some wood to the fire.

“Well, are ya gonna say somethin’ nah?”, Luca says in a impatient tone.

“It’s honestly nothing though. Im just thinking about summer ending, is all. After Halloween it’s going to be all November Rain and dead looking trees, Im just not here for it.”

“That again? Y’know what I’ve had it ‘till here with you being like this every time it even a single leaf falls off of a tree! And yes, I know it’s more than just the change in seasons, you’re a terrible liar!  You think Im gonna buy it when you reference a rock band while you vent! Why can’t I be in on it? Because I wasn’t here over the summer?”

“Whatever”, I say visibly irritated. 

He turns towards me, I don’t. Luca turns his back on me again, throws some more wood into the fireplace, then slams the wood stove shut. I turn towards him. Can’t have this idiot breaking my fireplace. He takes his eyes off the sparkling flame, which now blooms into a cacophony of red and gold. His eyes dart around the room. First into my eyes, his familiar greenish blue irises staring straight into mine, then takes my line of sight and stares out the window for just a moment before going back to the fireplace, which now only emits a subdued crackling through the heat proofed glass barrier.

“You’ll tell me once you get over the fall thing, right? I’ll just convince you and then you’ll tell me what’s up”, he proclaims me in a huff.

“Doubt it, Alexandre”, I respond wryly grinning.

“The hell you using my middle name for?!”, he demands, turning red with embarrassment.

“Because you always react when I do. Come on, it’s funny, admit it”, I lie. I know that his middle name has always been a sore spot for him. 

He storms off. I know exactly where he went but know not to follow. When he gets heated, he simply needs to cool down. I continue looking out the window, leaves lethargically reviving their dance, tumbling through the wind, until I can’t hear the fire spark anymore. It starts to rain, slowly. I turn towards the wood stove and open it again, summer smoke wafting through the room. The oak is still hotly burning. I continue watching the fire blankly. Now I notice it, the scent being more powerful than before: The room smells like her. Before I know it, I’m swept back into my butterfly dream, the current reality clashing with the realness of the summer, and I have to wonder: Was it just a summer fling? Were the sunburnt hands I used to hold not mine, were the lips, the summer kisses, that I can still feel now as well? The days, oh so long yet going by so fast I might blink and miss some, were they just part of a dream, a fantasy, a delusion that only I ever partook in? Why do I ruin everything? I look into the fireplace. The red embers look like her hair. It was just as real as the current moment. I can’t take it back now, most definitely can’t ever forget, but also can’t accept it and move on. What is an idiot like me to do? Go to cool down.

I walk into Luca’s house, letting some cold inside along with myself. I’m fully drenched, looking miserable, but I don’t care about that anymore. He stands in his atelier, a trail of paint tubes and brushes on the floor. The whole place is full of canvases, though there is also the odd statue lying around. One of the canvases catches my eye, one of his finished works displayed. I think Luca called it… what did he call it again? It depicts a luscious landscape on a mountaintop, where you would expect snow. In the center stands a beautiful woman, though she is depicted in weak hues of yellow and brown, compared to the landscape, which is filled with popping colors. In fact, the difference in his coloring choices was so great, the woman doesn’t seem to emit any color at all. While the grass was as green as could be, filled with lilies as white as snow and dandelions as yellow as the sun, the woman is depicted in a pale brown, almost grey, with barely blonde hair. I don’t like this painting very much. The coloring puts me off this otherwise beautiful painting. He still hasn’t noticed me.  Whenever he takes up the brush, he locks himself into a focus so deep, not even my standing directly behind him and shouting his middle name can get his attention. Him always listening to music also helps. He mixes his colors, white, blue, silver, chrome into a swirl of different shades which he uses to color in a blank part on his newest work. On it, there are two trees, juxtaposed and intertwined, though there are all but the same. He places every stroke and line one at a time, switching brushes all of which I couldn’t name. And I just stand there. I can’t take my eyes off of this painting in the making, can’t help but be fascinated by my friend, an expert partaking in their craft. I knew he painted long before this, saw all of his works even, but this one is different. I can see what painting means, now seeing it happen right in front of my eyes. My oh so impulsive friend, enthusiastically drawing every stroke along to the melody he was most likely listening to. I never saw him like this in my life. And so, I stood there mesmerized by the sight until it the work was finished. It now depicted a silver and a golden tree, with a person resting under the golden one. The golden oak rained ember red leaves, though it also sported budding blossoms on its sparce mane of leaves. The man is leaning against the trunk of the tree, resting. He is painted in normal colors, without any striking details. The silver sycamore sports leaves that are a mix of sky blue and the yellow of the sun. You can see the original colors in some of the leaves while others are completely green. Half of it doesn’t have any leaves at all. I think I’m beginning to understand. Luca takes his headphones off and turns to start moving around the room, when he spots me.

“What the hell, Baker!”, he gasps, shocked at my being there.” How long have you been there!?”

“A bit.”

“No, you haven’t”

“Ok, ok …I don’t know how long.”

“And why are you running in my atelier soaking wet?”

“Because I didn’t think to bring an umbrella. I’m going back to the fireplace at my house. You ?

“Not going until I hear what’s up.”

“Had it then fumbled. Happy?”

“No, imma drill you on details by the fire.”

“I’m not escaping this, am I? I like this one, what do you plan on calling it?”

“’Preciate it. Don’t know yet, something with leaves maybe? Does it matter?  I’m feeling cold just looking at you. You got any sycamore, Baker?”

“Yeah, but just to inform you, sycamore doesn’t smell like oak at all, not as pleasant by a longshot”

“So? The oak gave me the idea for this, I wanna test some stuff out now.”

“Why are you so obsessed with hard wood all of a sudden? Highly sus behavior, my guy”

“Fuck you”

I thought it was kinda funny. Whatever.

We walk out of the atelier.

[onlysamu]

needy osamu fucking your thighs, praise, slight overstimulation

a/n: i love him sm, i felt so soft writing this (๑>◡<๑)

thinking about osamu and how much he loves your thighs.

he feels like a fucking teenager again whenever he gets hard from looking at your thighs for the third time this week. you aren’t oblivious to it, but you have to admit that watching him get all flustered and embarrassed over it sparks something within you, as you wait for him to inevitably break and ask for your help.

of course he won’t ask the first few times it happens. he’d rather sulk off to the bedroom in disappointment and shame so he can relieve himself, while thinking about how good your plush thighs look and how soft they would feel wrapped around his cock.

but one day osamu finally snaps. he just can’t help himself anymore. pent up frustration and a hectic schedule for the both of you, ends up with him dragging you to bed straight away on your rare joint day off.

it’s starts off normal with some heated make out sessions and light groping, but what catches your attention is the way he’s desperately rutting his clothed cock against your thigh.

without breaking the kiss you reach down to slide off his sweatpants and boxers at the same time. his leaking cock hits his stomach as he growls into your mouth from the sensation of the cold air teasing him.

“ya know what i need, sweetheart. let me fuck those beautiful thighs of yers”, he pleads against your mouth. you comply, removing any clothing from your skin that could be a barrier towards him. you’d be lying to yourself by saying that the idea of him using your thighs to get off didn’t turn you on.

osamu flips you over on your side, positioning himself behind you so he can spoon you. he wraps one hand on your thigh and lifts it up slightly so he can comfortably lodge himself in between when the time comes.

he reaches down with his free hard to swipe at the precum leaking from his tip, spreading it all over his shaft to use as makeshift lube.

you whine impatiently, wanting to feel him between your thighs immediately. he gets the message, too turned on to wait any longer, as he thrusts his hips against your soft ass, sliding his cock against your thigh.

letting go of your other thigh to sandwich himself between the soft flesh, osamu starts slowly rocking his hips. he places his hands on your waist to keep you from moving, as he keeps driving into you at a steadily increasing pace. his mind hazy as he chases out his own pleasure, finally getting to live out his fantasy.

he can’t help but shamelessly moan into your ear. groaning about how good your thighs feel and how he’s gonna paint them white with his cum.

but holy shit, you did not think it would feel this good. the tip of his cock brushes past your clit every time he thrusts in, drawing out soft whimpers from you. osamu reaches down to rub your throbbing nub, causing your arousal to leak out onto his cock, allowing him to glide smoother and faster.

you can feel yourself getting closer as the knot inside you begins to tighten. “samusamusamu— ‘m g-gonna cum” you babble out.

“yeah, gonna cum, baby? cum f’me, need to feel ya gushin’ over over ma cock” osamu slurs against your neck as his thrusts get sloppy, feeling himself about to be pushed over the edge any minute now.

“fuuuck— so g-good” osamu groans loudly as he finishes between your thighs. he rides out his high with soft pants and whimpers of your name. you can’t help but wonder for a split second if the neighbours could hear you two with how loud he’s being, but you ignore the thought, too focused on how warm his cum feels on your skin.

with a few more flicks of his fingers, the bubble inside you bursts as your thighs tremble and contract around osamu’s still leaking dick, causing him to moan praises of “nghhhh— good fucking girl” from the overstimulation.

once you come down from your high, you turn around to see his eyes glazed over and grey hair all messed up. you feel his arms wrap around you, peppering light kisses all over your face, as sleeps begins to take over the both of you.

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[lighter-lifter]

Goodnight, Angel-G.W

A/N; y’all plz okay this is kinda bad but plz reblog

warning; smut, no actual sex

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You found yourself sitting in a circle in the Burrow, surrounded by your best friends, Ron, George, Fred, and Hermione. Your best friend in the entire world was Hermione, with George being a close second. The only thing that Hermione knew that George didn’t, was how in love you were with the fiery-headed boy, something that Hermione relentlessly teased you about. It was quite late, everyone else had gone to sleep except for your little group, and so the five of you had the `great idea` of playing some dumb game where you either had to truthfully answer a question, or take a shot. So far, all of you were at least buzzed, which probably meant that things would get a lil stupid from now on.

“okay. Y/N,” Ron started, giggling along with Hermione, “who’s the hottest person in the room?” Ron could barely get out the question between his and Hermione's’ snickering. You looked around at everyone in the room, pretending to consider for a moment before you spoke 

“George.” You stated confidently, smirking at George and earning laughs and giggles from everyone in the room, including him. “Okay go go it’s your turn now!” Hermione encouraged, you chuckled at the sight of tipsy Hermione before turning to Fred and George, who were sitting right beside each other. “Alright, so, this question goes to both of you, cause’ you’re like the same person basically, or whatever, anyways you both have to answer” You rambled, the amount of shots you’ve had catching up with you. George took a swig of firewhiskey before smirking at you. “Ask away, darling.” He replied, his voice covered in a mocking tone for your previous answer. “Right. Biggest kink?” You asked casually, watching as Fred choked on his drink, laughing even harder than Ron and Hermione, and as George burst out laughing along with him, throwing you a wink before telling Fred to go first. “Erm- I dunno, I don’t think ‘m really all that kinky, although I’m quite fond of the idea of a girl wearing a collar for me,” Fred admitted, awkwardly clearing his throat by the end of his sentence. “No shame in that, Freddie, it is kinda hot if I’m being honest” You casually stated, comforting Freds’ nerves. “Your turn, Georgie~” You sing-songed, looking at George expectantly. George quickly took a shot and inhaled deeply, earning a chorus of ‘boos’ from everyone else. “Calm down you maniacs, I’m still gonna answer” He said in fake annoyance, waving everyone off. He took another deep breath before speaking, “Well, darling, where would you like me to start?” His eyes were locked with yours as he grinned, leaving you damn-near speechless, you had always had quite the flirty relationship with him, but never to this extent. He chuckled at your flustered appearance, continuing on with his answer. “Dunno really, m’ into a lot of things, believe it or not. But, I guess I’ll just be basic and say dom/sub dynamic.” He stated casually, shrugging his shoulders as if he hadn’t just left you with a million more fantasies.

-

The game continued a while, until you all decided that it was late, and you definitely shouldn’t get actually drunk in the middle of the night, at the Burrow. You walked up to George and lightly punched his shoulder to get his attention, “What’s up, darling?” He asked, stopping his path to his room and leaning onto the wall to talk to you. You cringed at yourself a little before asking a favor, “I don’t have any clean pajamas, could I borrow a shirt or something?” George raised an eyebrow and flicked his eyes up and down your body before nodding and waving you into his room. You sat down on his bed as you watched him rummage around in his clothes. Finally, he tossed you an old Nirvana shirt, one that definitely looked good on him, and a pair of boxers. “There ya’ go, let me know if that’s uncomfortable or somethin’, and I’ll grab you something else, yeah?” You nodded and smiled at him before slipping into the bathroom to change, you could smell George on his shirt, he smelled of campfire wood and caramel, a scent you had quickly become fond of when you met him. You shook the thoughts of the hopeless-romantic out of your head, before padding back into Georges’ room. “How do I look?” You asked in a sweet tone, twirling around with a giggle. George chuckled before closing his book and looking at you, “small. you look small.” He stated, snickering as you pouted at him. “M’ not small, you’re just weird. Now, hush and let me read with you” You responded, quickly walking over to Georges’ bed before throwing yourself onto it next to him. He laughed as the bounce of his bed caused the book to fall off, you noticed him shifting uncomfortably as he leaned to retrieve it, the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and boxers- well it was enough to create some discomfort, although you sat next to him, entirely oblivious to how you effected the poor boy. 

You rested your head on Georges’ shoulder as he softly read aloud to you, something that he often did to help you sleep, as you always had some trouble falling asleep the first night of a stay at the Burrow. As his smooth voice read the pages to life, you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder, thinking about anything and everything you wished George Weasley would do to you. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a pool of wetness start to form- while you were wearing Georges’ boxers, nonetheless. You shifted a little, trying to subtly rub your thighs together in attempts to relieve the tension. George noticed this exact movement, interrupting himself from his book, “You alright, Bug?” He asked, smiling sweetly at you. Bug, it was a nickname he gave you when you met, because, as he said, ‘you couldn’t even hurt a bug, could you?’. You nodded at him and hummed out a “Mhm”, although, what was supposed to be a hum, came out much more like a squeak than you had intended. “Are you uncomfortable? I could grab a different pair of boxers and throw those in the wash if you’d like-” He could barely get his sentence out before you blurted out a panicked “Uh- no, no, erm, they’re fine, thank you” George raised his eyebrow at you with an amused look on his face, “Alright, m’ gonna keep reading then” He stated, shrugging and continuing on with the story. A couple minutes had gone by and you’d managed to calm down enough to act like your normal self, after having mentally cursed yourself for acting so weird when he asked you if you were alright. “Georgieeee, you’re taking up too much space on the bed” You whined, staring at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes, he playfully rolled his eyes at you before pulling you onto his lap without a word, your back to his chest so you could both still see the book. “Better?” He asked in a teasing voice, you only nodded, not trusting your voice not to betray you again. “Good. now, either go back to your regular room, or quit being a brat and let me continue reading, hm?” His voice was still in that teasing tone, and you wondered if he had any clue at all what his words were doing to you. You felt the wetness caused by his words building between your thighs and into Georges’ boxers, leaving you flushed and flustered. Your lips parted slightly when he casually shifted a bit under you, putting pressure directly onto your clothed heat, and you let out a shaky breath, one that you were convinced George didn’t hear, but, of course, he did, simply writing it off as nothing.

Another few minutes passed by of George reading to you as you were on his lap, moving around seemingly every 30 seconds, but you honestly couldn’t help it, it was impossible to find a comfy position in the state you were in. Eventually, you heard George take in a sharp breath when you shifted in his lap. “Darling, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop moving so much, you’re distracting me from the book, love” His voice came out slightly strained towards the end of his sentence, and you didn’t even think before blurting out, “How come?” George let out a breathy laugh before responding, “Love, I- well, I’m sure you can tell, now please let me help you sleep so that we can forget that this ever happened.” His voice still confident as ever, but with some hint of embarrassment behind it. You mumbled out a shy “sorry”, trying your best to stay still. “No worries, darling. m’ gonna change into something for sleep, okay?” He waited for you to nod before lifting you off his lap, placing you down onto his bed, and walking over to his clothes. You expected him to grab something and go to change in the bathroom, but, much to your surprise, and, lets admit it, pleasure, you watched as George tugged off his shirt and pants before sliding on some plaid pajama pants, something you always had a soft spot for when he would wear them. Damn, this was certainly not helping your predicament. George placed you back onto his lap and continued reading until you were laying back onto his chest, with your head on his shoulder. “I know you’re still not tired yet, love, but it’s late. You can sleep in here with me but I think I’m gonna have to put the book up for tonight.” He told you, putting the book on the floor next to his bed, earning a whine from you. He chuckled, “C’mon, darling, you gotta try to sleep.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down your waist before shifting under you to get into the best position to lift you off of his lap. The way he moved both caused his thigh to run up your inner thigh, and for the fabric of his boxers to graze across your clit. A quiet, almost inaudible, whine, escaped your lips at the feeling. George froze all movement when he heard it, trying his best to keep control over the tent in his pants that you hadn’t yet noticed. Your hands flew to cover your face in utter embarrassment, you felt tears sting your eyes as you slid off of Georges’ lap, too ashamed to even look at him. You felt him move to sit in front of you on the plush bed, gently placing his hands on your shoulders, although you didn’t dare uncover your face. “Bug? Hey, look at me, what’s wrong?” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, but you were just to embarrassed to look at him. “Buggy, it’s alright I- hell I got a semi from you moving around on me” He admitted, the last part coming out as more of a whisper than a statement. You let out a muffled groan of embarrassment, still covering your face and you let your head fall forward in your oblivious soulmates chest. He moved his hands around to your back, holding you in a sweet hug. He giggled quietly, “Aw, darling,” He started, chuckling a bit before continuing, “I know it was just the friction of it, love, it’s alright, I know it doesn’t mean anything” He soothed, gliding his hands up and down your back, trying to ignore the pang in his heart that he felt when he said it meant nothing. You sniffled, shaking your head, feeling more tears rolling down your cheeks. You took a deep breath before pulling away from George, and finally looking him in the eye. Your next words came out so quietly that George almost didn’t hear them, “it wasn’t nothing,” You hung your head in shame, not daring to see Georges’ reaction. He sat there, in front of you, feeling his entire body buzz with joy at your words. Without saying anything, he tilted your chin up and kissed you. Hard. You, of course, kissed back, you swore you could feel every cell in your body on fire in that moment. After only mere seconds, George pulled back, searching your eyes for a reaction before you could speak. 

“George?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m in love with you. have been since we were kids.”

You stared into his eyes as you spoke, pupils blown, similar to his. You watched as Georges’ lips turned up into a goofy smile, “I’m in love with you” He whispered back, pulling you into a heated kiss. He trailed his hand down, letting it rest on your upper thigh, reveling in the way your breath picked up at his touch. You felt him smirk against your lips before he softly bit down, taking your bottom lip into his teeth, coaxing a whimper from you. He smiled as he released your lip from his teeth, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You sound so pretty, darling.” Your breath quickened once again at his words, and you rubbed your thighs together, not-so-subtly this time. George gave a deep chuckle, moving his hand between your thighs, centimeters away from where you needed him most. “Georgie please-” You softly whined at him, trying to move your hips to meet his hand, only to have them pinned down by his other hand.  “Be patient, angel” He cooed into your ear, earning a loud whine from you at the petname he chose. He breathed out a laugh, “Don’t you make such pretty sounds when you’re this needy?” He cooed, feeling your hips absent-mindedly trying to roll into his hand. “Now, can you be good and stay quiet for me?” He asked, moving both his hands to cup your cheeks, making you look at him. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. He cocked his head to the side a bit, “Aw, baby, we both know you aren’t stupid. You know I’m gonna need words, doll.” The way he cooed his wishes at you only made you more and more desperate, and you spoke without thinking. “yes sir” You whimpered, not even having time to regret your words before George let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, keep calling me that, right angel?” You grinned at the effect your simple words had on him, you whispered out another “yes sir” before he crashed his lips onto yours, his hands exploring your body as yours snaked around his neck, tugging lightly at his pretty hair, getting a quiet groan from the freckled boy in front of you. You grinned against his lips, him mirroring your actions. His hand slid down to the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing, he started fiddling with the elastic before you pulled away, breathing heavy. “Wait” You spoke, trying to catch your breath. He immediately pulled his hands off of you, placing one on your cheek instead. “What’s the matter, Bug?” He questioned, also trying to catch his breath. “I- uh- I don’t think we should have sex” You nervously blurted out, Georges’ eyes immediately softened and you nodded, “Okay.” He said, nodding at you. You could see in his face how genuine he was- how in love with you he was, you wondered why you never saw that before, perhaps you simply weren’t looking for it. “I’m gonna go grab us some water, alright? You stay here, cool off, I’ll be right back” He told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead once you nodded, padding across the floor into the kitchen. A billion thoughts raced through your head all at once, but you could only fully make out one; “That man is my soulmate” You allowed yourself to fall back onto the bed, smiling widely to yourself. “Here ya’ go, darling, drink.” George whispered, placing a water glass down on the bedside table next to you. You smiled at him, feeling nothing but euphoric love, and took small sips of your water. A few moments of comfortable silence went by as you leaned against George, the both of you cooling down and rehydrating. “I fell in love with you when we were 16″ George softly stated, looking at you with a goofy little smile on his face. You giggled before responding, “rookie numbers. try 14.” Causing you both to laugh, trying not to wake anyone else up. George put down his water glass, before taking yours from your hand and placing it next to his. He pulled you into a hug, of course you had hugged before, but this hug felt different, it felt like home. George sighed contently, pulling you under the covers for the night.

“goodnight, George”

“goodnight, angel, sweet dreams”

[sunrisefairy]

Little lies and lunch breaks

Paring: George Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: George becomes a regular at the fast food joint Y/N works at.

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ message me if you would like to be added!

A/N: I started working at a vegan place so this may be loosely based on a fantasy I have about George coming in and falling in love with me *sigh*

George was aimlessly wandering around London on his break on a Tuesday afternoon when he stopped dead in his tracks. Across the road he noticed an angelic beauty walking on the footpath. Her hair was swept into a braid and tucked under a black cap and was dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. The girl entered a shop, George figured it was a fast food place by a quick glance. Perfect, he thought he was on his lunch break so definitely could eat something.

He followed the path of the H/C girl and entered the store the bell dinging behind him, he was right, it was a fast food joint for sure and even better the pretty girl was behind the counter chatting to another girl who was sweeping the floor.

He stepped towards the counter and the girl who was apparently named Y/N according to her name tag greeted him.

“Afternoon! What can I get started for you?” Y/N smiled sweetly at George.

George was caught off guard, her voice floated through the air, it sounded so warm and comforting. “Uh, what’s good here? Have you got anything with chicken?”

The other worker sniggered behind Y/N who held a confused look on her face, George wondered if he said something offensive.

“Um, no. Nothing with chicken, this is a vegan fast food place.” Y/N gestured to the wall behind George which a giant mural with the words ‘The Green Vegan – delicious fresh food’ was written right and centre.

George’s checks heated up and he was certain they were the same shade as his hair right now. He coughed, “Yes! I knew that. I don’t even like chicken, I’m vegan actually. Was just trying to be funny.” He didn’t know why he said that a straight out lie, the bacon and eggs he had for breakfast that morning popped into his head.

The girl let out a chuckle, “well the ‘classic burger’ is a crowd favourite, it has a heap of greens topped with mayo and a chickpea patty. It’s really yummy if you wanna give that a go?”

George nodded hoping his red cheeks have gone unnoticed, he doubts it.

Y/N clicks some buttons on the register, “you want it in a meal? Comes with fries and a drink?”

Once again George nods slightly scared that he’ll blurt out another random lie, he pays for his food and stands off to the side.

A few moments later his order is being called out and he walks up to the counter to get it.

Y/N passes it over to him offering him a warm smile along with it, “here you go love, hope you enjoy it!”

George throws a quick thank you her way and strides out the store. Godric why is he such an idiot, Freds gonna pass out from laughter when he tells him about this later on at the shop. Why did he say he was vegan? He hates vegan food, thinks it tastes like grass.

~~~

George has actually become a regular at The Green Vegan. Not because of the food although he will admit it does taste pretty delicious but mainly because of the pretty girl that works there. He quickly found out that Y/N works every day except Wednesdays and Sundays, so naturally he visits the store everyday except those two, just to see her. Surprisingly he hasn’t let any other silly lies slip from his mouth and even made Y/N laugh a few times during conversation.

Fred had a field trip when he told him of the unfortunate situation hes gotten himself into. Fred thought it was the funniest thing he’s ever heard and taking it upon himself to ask George if he has any vegan recipes he wants to share. George has learnt to ignore Freds teasing.

“Alright Georgie, you can have your lunch break now,” Fred announces returning from his break “I had the best chicken sandwich at the store on the corner, almost bought you one but I remember you recent lifestyle change so thought better not tempt you.”

“Oh, shut it will you.”

Fred smirked, “what are you gonna do when you finally ask the girl out? Probably wouldn’t be smart taking her out to dinner.”

Again, George rolls his eyes at his brother and exits the store, heading to his new favourite place.

~~~

“Back again? What would you like today George?” Y/N calls out to him the moment he steps foot into the shop. George hums looking at the menu, he’s been getting something new each time he comes. “I’ll try the Caesar wrap today please Y/N”

Y/N gets started on making his wrap right away, she glances up at him “so how long have you been vegan for George?”

George’s face pales at the question, “um, maybe a few months. It’s uh pretty new.”

Y/N nods and smiles before concentrating back on the wrap. George takes the time to admire her. She has a little wrinkle between her brows when she’s concentrating, she also has a habit to bite on her bottom lip when she’s thinking too, George has noticed. His focus moves towards her hands, swiftly grabbing the ingredients. She’s wearing gloves but George can tell her hands are soft and delicate.

Before he can stop himself, he utters, “has anyone every told you you have really nice hands?”

Bloody hell, he really should duct tape his mouth shut when he’s around Y/N.

“Actually, yes I have been,” Y/N states with a giggle packing up George’s food. “by some old guy. Think he was trying to flirt but I definitely appreciate the compliment more coming from you.” She winks at him handing over his food.

George quickly grabs the brown paper bag and shoots a see ya later over his shoulder before hastily leaving the store, not wanting to embarrass himself even more.

~~~

He doesn’t get to see Y/N until a week later, having had to travel for a business trip. George was itching to get into the shop again to see Y/N, chatting to her had honestly become the highlight of his day.

He orders the onion rings today and 2 strawberry milkshakes, one for Fred.

“Here you go George! I hope you have a good day.” Y/N grins at him and begins tidying up behind the counter.

George gets halfway through the door before turning around, a wave of confidence flowing over him.

“Hey Y/N,” he swallows “forgive him if I’m being completely inappropriate but I was wondering if maybe one night I could take you out? Like on a date?” He holds his breath waiting for an answer.

He watches Y/N’s face carefully, he notices her cheeks flush a light shade of pink and she bites he lips slightly before nodding slowly. “Yeah, I’d really like that. I finish here at 5 maybe we can go out for dinner?”

George grins widely, “perfect!” he states a little too loudly. “I’ll be here to pick you up.” He turns to leave, again stopping and facing Y/N once more. “Um, you should probably know that I’m not actually vegan. I don’t know why I said that the first time I met you, guess I was just nervous around you.”

“That’s hilarious George,” Y/N lets out a hearty laugh, “it’s totally fine though, we don’t have to go to a vegan place tonight. I don’t mind.”

George smiles, “perfect, I’ll see you at 5.”

“Can’t wait.”

[yanderecandystore]

PLEASE i need more of your among us concept, it was so good!

Hi!! How are you doing? I saw a lot of people want more of these, so I wanted to gain some time to be able to come up with more stuff about Yandere Among Us.

So, I hope you didn't wait too long. How about we continue where we left off?

But this time with an proper begining.

TW/Tags: Everyone is fighting // more characters because I hate myself! // Shy boy is a really suspicious boy // not as much as yandere tendencies, but maybe the start of them?? // All characters have real names, but calling each other by colors is a formal military way in this universe, ya know? // Mentions of blood and possibly (just maybe) scent kink 👀 // It may low-key not be like the original game but I tried ;-;

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"- You're pretty sus, not gonna lie." Ch - 1 [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

(Ch - 2)

"- And then I told her:' Yo, your chicken is dry as hell!' And then she beat me with a stick." You were currently talking with your best pal, Cyan! You two were in the cafeteria taking a snack-break, while everyone was trying to repair the ship by doing their own assigned tasks.

"- H-Heh, that's so you [Y/N]." Cyan said, although their tone was extremely off, like they didn't know what to say. They haven't eaten anything since the day began, and you were starting to worry if they were okay or not.

"- Buddy, are you okay? You haven't touched any of the snacks I brought you, you haven't even eaten a single marshmallow yet, and I thought these were your favorites!" You told them while shoving more potato chips down your mouth.

To you, the situation was mildly confusing, but to "Cyan" it was an absolute nightmare! How are they supposed to keep this up?? You're going to end up blowing their cover, they just know it!

They started to consider making you their next meal, yet if they did it right now everyone would be suspicious of them, since "they" have been with you ever since you two went to do tasks.

Stars help them, because things can go wrong any minute now! They were sweating under the suit out of nervousness and because of how hot and wet the suit was.

They didn't have time to clean the blood inside of the suit, so it was basically really, really sticky inside it.

They were disassociating until you've put your hand on top of theirs.

"- Cyan, what's wrong?!" You sound so worried, so loud yet concerned. For someone that was floating through space using asteroids to move around, your voice is so- Different, from the empty void out there. They aren't accustomed to this feeling yet.

"- I-I am! Don't worry about it, I, I think I just had a really long day, that's all." They lied through their teeth hoping that you would fall for it. But of course, you're way too stubborn to fall for that.

"- Are you sure tho? I- I could call White to see if you're sick, or maybe-" You were interrupted by the Cyan's scream while they suddenly stood up.

"- No! No, please- You-" Stars, they're terrible at this, aren't they?? They just need to shush you for now, they can't let you call someone else! The more people around them the more anxious they'll be and they will obviously be exposed to-

"- Look, [Y/N]-" -They tried to calm themselves, everything is fine, they just need to think of a way to make your worries go away- "- I'm fine, I promise, okay?" They said while putting their hands on your cheeks forcing you to look at their space suit's helmet.

You feel flustered by the sudden movement. Not only were you caught off guard by their sudden reaction, but-

This- this little thing that they did? Was starting to blossom a lot of unwanted flowers inside your heart.

' God, take a grip [Y/N]! You can't be all flustered in a time like this!' You think to yourself while shaking your head to wipe the lovey-dovey thoughts out of your mind.

You just can't help it though! You guess that ever since your team has been stuck in space- No, ever since you first met Cyan in the facility on Earth and were introduced to your team as their new crewmate, you have found yourself having a crush on Cyan. You hate to admit this, but yeah, they were always kinda… Cute, to you.

Ah well, Cyan was always the rascal, the flirty over the top one. The one that was always playing around yet also keeping their head strong when facing a conflict. Always so radiant yet so down to earth. Oh well, here you go, simping again, oh geez...

You try to wake yourself from your fantasy world, this is not the time [Y/N]!

"- Okay-y then! I-I'm really sorry if I was bothering you!" You try to speak up yet you stutter all the way, making you feel embarrassed at how silly you're acting right now.

And while you're dealing with your inner struggles, Cyan is looking at you really confused (not that you would be able to see it because of their helmet). There is something really strange about the way you talk to them that is making them wonder what your previous relationship with this "Cyan" human was all about, and wondering if they can keep it up with this charade if they observe you and learn more about, well, "how to be themselves" around everyone else.

Actually, this may work perfectly! By getting small clues out of you, they'll be able to decipher how to properly imitate humans!

But, they're still oblivious to human emotions, so this may take more time than expected, luckily you two can spend a lot of time alone-

"- Yooooo, look over there y'all!" You two heard someone shouting while coming into the cafeteria. Oh God, really?-

Of course it was Red, who else would be making fun of you two?

Well, he is not mean, he is just- ARGH!! He keeps picking on you for liking them, and it frustrates you so much when he comes looking all smug-

If your face could, it would turn itself into a tomato and probably pop off of your body and roll away from the embarrassment.

Wow… Okay, that was a little exaggerated, but still!-

"- How is my favorite couple doing on this pleasant evening?" He said while coming forward. His words making you turn on your defensive mode instantly:

"- We're not dating you know! I told you this nineteen times, Geez, stop being an ass…" Yep, really subtle how your cheeks lighten up at the idea of being a couple with Cyan.

And while the rest of the crew is now appearing into vision and coming forward to the cafeteria, Cyan is losing their grip ever so slightly- They can't handle this! It's- It's literally too many of you!

They can't take out every single one of you at once! This is terrible!

They need- They need to calm down and take this suit off. The heat is starting to take over their head.

"- So, how's it been for you two? Ya know, beside all the smooching-" Red says as he looks directly at you awaiting your delicious response, which was a little pouty face, so it meant that his job was done for today "- Have you guys finished your tasks?"

"- Oh! Well, we didn't manage to complete everything, the lights turned off out of nowhere and we couldn't see anything!" You tell him honestly. You're still kinda sad about it, it sucks to finish the day without completing everything you needed to.

Everyone's gathering around and sitting at the main table, it's time for a dinner meeting and assignment of tasks for tomorrow before everyone goes to sleep. God, you already miss your bed so much!

"- Ha! I knew it wasn't just in one room!... But yeah honestly me too, I couldn't finish my task because of the blackout. All that I needed to do was to swipe the card though!" Red said, while stealing one of your snacks, which earned a little "hey" coming from you, he was only joking though, as he returns the snack back to you before he can eat any.

"- Well, don't worry, tomorrow we can finish it!" Said Yellow, trying to lighten up the mood by being positive.

"- I sure do hope so-" Orange was about to say when Blue came in and interrupted all of you.

"- But what if we can't do any of them tomorrow?" Their voice echoed through the cafeteria. Everyone was silent as Blue's words caused a new feeling to arise inside the crew's hearts. Despair.

As no one was saying anything, they continued-

"- You guys seriously haven't noticed our situation yet, have you? We're floating through space because or engines have been broken by the asteroids outside, we can't even navigate this spaceship-"

"- We're trying to fix this-" Pink started, but failed to continue.

"- And while we keep "trying" and not actually doing anything, we are all in danger! Even the facility has stopped communicating with us-"

"- Blue! That 's enough!" White had interrupted his rant. His yelling was starting to get hold of Yellow's feelings, she was always sensitive to yelling and loud noises in general. Truth is, that the most positive person in your group was truly the most negative one in this scenario, yet she wanted to keep everyone together, to keep bringing hope inside everyone, even though she herself didn't truly believed in that hope.

"- W-We-" Yellow tried to speak through her sobbing, trying to hold enough strength to control her bottled up emotions from spitting out.

"- Come on, take deep breaths, I know you can do this-" Black tried to comfort her, like he would to everyone aboard.

"- We-We are all going to die here-e." She whispered in between sobs. Her breathing became more frantic and more desperate for air.

It's the eight time this week someone had a breakdown while everyone was present.

"- Blue, seat down." White asked, yet her normally stern voice made it sounded more like a command, which Blue absolutely despised.

"- I'm-" Blue started, yet, stopped themselves. Wanting to say something towards their distressed crewmate yet deciding to go away and miss tonight's meeting. Again.

"- This is stupid." They said before leaving.

"- Blue come back this instant-" White tried to call them, they didn't even look back.

"- … Didn't even apologise…" Brown said, trying to keep his cool even though he couldn't stand Blue's antics ever since the ship was stuck in space.

"- D-Damnit!" Orange punched the table with her wrists. God, she hated every single second spent in this hellish place. She only retracted her anger when she noticed Yellow flinching from the sound.

"- I'm- I'm so sorry Yellow-"

"- It's fine! D-Don't worry about it!" She said while trying to keep her own little charade going on. But after a month, no one believes her at this point.

"- Yellow I can lead you back to your room! Do you want to company?" Said Pink, their voice sounding just as sweet and cute as their personality. The only one helping everyone stay sane by simply being there and saying "Hi!" every "morning".

"- I would like it." Yellow had calmed herself down enough so she could at least say a couple of words. She said her good nights and followed Pink back into her room.

"- It's another meeting wasted." Green said while packing their things.

"- Well, it could be worse, right? Good night everyone!" Said Purple not really caring about anything at this point.

"- Oh, come on everyone! Shouldn't we discuss our tasks for tomorrow?" Red asked, if not begged for them to come back. How has this happened? How has all your crew started to fall apart so easily?

"- Don't worry Red, we can do that tomorrow morning." Black said while comforting White who was having a headache because of the endless fights inside the spaceship.

This was the third time just this week that your meetings were interrupted by arguing. This is only the second time Blue has actually been the cause of it though.

"- Maybe they miss their family?" Lime asked while referring to Blue.

"- We all do." Brown said while standing up and going to his own bedroom. Muttering something through his teeth that no one could understand.

The whole situation happened so fast, you couldn't even understand what just happened!

"- Are, are we-"

"- Yes [Y/N], you're all dismissed." White answered already knowing what you were going to ask.

"- Oh…. Do you want some?" You asked motioning the snacks up to her, which surprised her yet she appreciated the gesture.

"- Thank you…." She whispered. You nod your head and decide to give her some space. You knew that you didn't need to worry too much about it, as Black was there to help her feel better.

If Black wasn't in this ship, she would have already fallen apart. All of you would.

"- Well, I guess dinner has ended sooner than expected!" Red tried to joke to lighten up your mood, to which you give a little chuckle. God, today is a really terrible day isn't it?

"- Uhn, hey, you're okay? You have been quiet throughout the whole meeting." Red asked Cyan.

Oh. Oh no, please no.

"- Uhn? Yeah? I… did?" They're so dead.

"- Yeah, it was… Pretty odd. Last time Blue yelled you had put them in their place, and it was pretty cool of you to stand for Yellow like that". Red said remembering that day. He didn't have anything against Blue, as he knew Blue is trying their best like everyone else. Yet he didn't like how Blue started to act like an ass lately, especially not even apologising towards Yellow or even the whole crew for that matter.

Cyan was sweating like crazy. They were panicking at the beginning of the meeting because of the amount of humans surrounding them, but when they noticed how easily humans let their distrust control them, they decided to let them speak and see what would happen. Seeing them argue with each other made them feel calmer and safer.

' I won't die!' They thought.

But now? They're raising suspicion again, by literally not doing anything??! How is this possible-

"- Well, it is true but, I don't know Red, Cyan has been pretty tired all day, and besides, Blue doesn't listen to us anymore, so it wouldn't matter anyway." You tried to reason. Yes, Cyan was acting a little different, being a little more shy than their normal self but come on now, everyone has their bad days! Maybe today they are not feeling really well….

You looked up at them, trying to show sympathy to your friend who you still thought was having some personal issues of their own.

"- Yeah! Exactly… Today has been pretty crazy! I think I just need some sleep.". Yeah, really crazy! Their body had hit an spaceship filled with free food, and then they had to disguise themselves as one of the humans inside so they could easily take one by one. But now? They're regretting each second of it! Stars, the anxiety eating them from inside is worse than being all alone in space.

Well, if they ever get out alive, they'll at least have some cool story to tell their own kind about…. If there is anyone waiting for them to return, that is.

"- Oh… That sucks buddy, but you got an point, I guess we all need to relax, and hey! Tomorrow is a new day right?" Red smiled at you two, offering a little bit of positive before you two went inside your rooms. Well, he offered a little bit of positive and a hug, to which you had gladly taken.

Although, Cyan was at first really confused about this gesture, so they stayed a little further away from the sign of affection.

"- Oh come on! Stop being a dork, come over here already!" Red said as he pulled Cyan into the tight hug. It was comforting but you couldn't lie that you felt sandwiched between the two, you tried to warn Red that you couldn't breathe, and Cyan was still panicking but now for a different reason.

Because of the helmet, their sense of smell has been limited considerably, yet by being so near to your bodies, they realized they could still take in your scent. Or maybe it was all the blood inside the suit? Who knows, they just knew that the idea of a next meal was absolutely mouthwatering, and they weren't even hungry! Maybe the idea of having a whole place filled with eleven people was starting to make them salivate uncontrollably, as a child having to wait until they can pick their next candy from the jar.

Maybe they could basket in your scent until they actually feel the need to consume another crewmate.

Red was the first to break the hug, but not before fussing your hair.

"- Well, that's my goodbye for today! I need to restore some energy before I can give you two more hugs!" He entered the door behind him, which lead to his room. An oddly well organized bedroom which was only a couple of steps before your own bedroom.

And after your bedroom, there was Cyan's bedroom.

He gave his last goodbyes before closing the door. You can't help but appreciate that dork, the endless bickering between you two was pretty fun in your opinion.

While turning your back you noticed that was Cyan looking straight at you this whole time, which caused you to squeak in surprise. God, they were way too close! And your hair is a mess!

"- Sooooo… I guess we're alone now, right?" You asked timidly, trying your best to make small talk which still came off pretty awkwardly. You avoided their gaze while trying to come up with what else to say.

"- Yes. Yes we are." Cyan said, their tone was unnaturally dark for their nature, yet when you noticed them approaching you closer, you realized what you said.

"- Oh! No, I didn't mean it like-" You tried to explain the the misunderstanding, thinking that Cyan was about to flirt back with you, even though your comment was purely without malice! You swear it!

"- No making out in the halls, ya love birds!" Red opened his door and screamed, with his smug little face.

"- Geez get a room you two!" Said Pink from the other side of the corridor, their voice being really faint because of the distance between you.

"- We were not, okay?!" You yelled hoping Pink would hear it.

"- Shhhh! Some of us are trying to sleep here!" Orange banged on her door while scolding all of you. Even though she herself was making a lot of noise.

"- S-Sorry!" You responded.

Cyan distanced themselves from you, fuck, every single one of them was hearing you two. Were they all listening to your whole conversation? How were they supposed to kill anyone if everyone is this spaceship is an gossip addict? Always listening for the next tea to be spilled.

While looking at your face they recognized that same hue popping off of your cheeks. Are you perhaps sick? Actually, now they have mentioned it- What would happen if they ate a sick human?

"- Your face is red." They mentioned nonchalantly.

"- Sigh… Yeah." You sigh defeated. What's the point of hiding something that is in your face?! Even if it's fainted, everyone can tell at this point. The only person you aren't sure if they know it yet is, well, Cyan themselves.

"- …"

"- …" An awkward silent start emerging from you two, until they ask:

"- Is it because of me?" Did they, I don't know, brought some sort of sickness aboard with them? Are you passing out? Should they be concerned that your meat could be possibly damaged because of this sickness?

Although their tone is really vague, you still interpreted the question as one of their flirtatious jokes. Truth is that Cyan loves going around flirting with everyone, even with you! And they know that this makes you flustered, so you can't tell if they do it because it's fun for them or if-

Or if they like you….. A little bit.

"- Oh no! You won't fool me this time, I know what you're up to!" You say dramatically, trying to change the conversation to have a more silly tone, yet your whole attempt was dismissed, because as soon as you said that, Cyan started shaking anxiously.

You knew? You knew?! Oh stars, they're done for! They're so dead now!

"- W-What?!" They scream, please don't hurt them, they were only hungry and trying to survive!

"- … Uhn, Cyan? I'm joking." You tell your really skittish friend. Geez they really were acting weird! Normally they would have returned your joke but they are acting so easily terrified!

Did something happen in electrical while you were away?

"- Cyan… Are you hurt? You never told me what happened when the blackout happened." You once again ask them if they were okay. What if… They are scared because of something that happened in electrical? What if… They saw something?

"- What? Oh, I'm- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to freak you out like that." They laugh realizing that you were only "joking" with them. Honestly, your jokes are going to be the death of them.

"- Are you okay tho-"

"- Yes, for the fifth time, I'm doing fine [Y/N]." They… Growled? What? Their sudden anger made you take some steps back, what just happened??

They didn't realize how their tone had come off, they needed to be more careful if they wanted to keep your trust. You… You look so distressed! Did they scared you that bad? If not, than why are you distancing yourself? Why are your eyes so… Watery?

"- I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to…." And why were they apologising? Why does your frightened face cause such an intense feeling inside them? They were supposed to harvest your fear as an way to easily control the situation, but instead they can't help but pity your current state.

"- I've been, really stressed out, I didn't mean to yell." They say, half true, half lie. I mean, their first day is already being so strange and stressful, anyone would've expected them to end up blowing up at some point.

"- No! No, don't worry about it, I, sigh… Honestly I'm pretty stressed out myself. I guess I was so worried about you that I ended up bothering you with my questions." You say while guilt starts to form inside you. You haven't given them enough space, maybe you been pestering them too much.

To be honest, everyone was so on edge that you should have expected something like this happening, even from someone as chill as Cyan. Before you even considered finding a way to comfort them so you two could talk about it, Cyan was faster than you and had managed to trap you in their arms.

"- Hey, it's fine. Don't worry too much, I'm glad you're worried but I can reassure you, everything is okay."

It's an little awkward long hug, but you don't really mind, it's not as suffocating as Red's was. Oddly enough, Cyan wasn't being dishonest, but that fact only brought more confusion inside their mind.

"- Well… Goodnight Cyan, I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

"- Yeah, sure…"

After some time spent looking at the ceiling waiting to see if everyone else had gone to sleep, Cyan had gotten out of their bed and started to unzip the space suit frantically.

Putting it on wasn't so hard, but getting out of it feels ten times worse now that they're sweating and tainted with the blood from the suit's previous owner. They don't need oxygen, but the feeling of suffocation inside that thing was starting to get over their heads. They needed something to cool down, anything!

So that's when the ventilation came into mind. The cold air coming from it was pleasant but not nearly enough for them, so they opened the top and got inside.

The cold air mixed with the cool metal touching their skin felt amazing compared to the heat and blood inside the suit. They need to remember to not only clean the suit, but to clean themselves very soon.

Without the helmet, their senses are so much better. They can hear and smell better, the vibrations passing through the ship helping them understand where they are and where they're going, as technically, they're kinda blind.

But who needs a great sight when they can easily smell and hear their prey from kilometers away? Speaking of which, the vents sure do help them a lot in that regard, as they can hear the soft breathing of all of your crewmates sleeping.

The smell of flesh is absolutely incredible! Just the thought makes their mouth water, maybe they deserve a little "midnight snack".

"- Eeny. meeny. miney. You!" They were deciding which one of your group should be the next, and the answer seemed pretty obvious, why not go to the nearest person?

It could lead to some issues with the other crewmates, but when they smelled your scent the need to enter your bedroom was way more important than considering the dangers of acting without thinking.

While entering your room as quietly as possible, they took a look around until they found your sleeping body almost falling from the bed. This is their chance!

Coming near you, savoring in your heavenly smell and dreaming what your taste is like, they-!... They stopped themselves from doing anything.

Your face is going to hit the floor if you continue to slowly slip from your bed.

You speak in your sleep sometimes. Not actual phrases, just occasional words. It's funny actually.

They poked your face multiple times out of curiosity. Were you awake or just dreaming? It seems like it's the latter.

You're still falling in slow motion. There is both the need to see what will happen next, and help you get back into bed.

They could just watch and see what happens. Besides, it is too dark for you to see them anyway.

Hmm… What should they do? Maybe they're wasting too much time by being here. They need to make a decision, it's to either kill you or to go back to their room.

After a couple of minutes of observing, another option has appeared, and they chose that one over the other options. They helped you get back into bed, hopefully you won't slip out again.

Maybe they should stay, just to guarantee you don't fall.

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[obscureoperations]

Just make the (sarcastic ass) reader trying to boost martin’s ego bestie 😩

Yesss! He needs this! This is really short, I'm sorry...but I tried fam. Hope ya like!

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“Ehh.. fuck him…” You shrug as you push the button impatiently tapping your right foot. “Fuck you too for even acknowledging the words.” You add. Martin had to admit he was taken aback. That morning had been decidedly awful, he dreaded truck days with a passion. He was out unloading the truck at six am all the while Cuda did nothing but bark orders. At least it wasn’t in the high heat of the day, or when the store was open in front of the customers.

“It’s just-- he always says stuff like that even when I’m busting my ass-- I’m apparently still lazy.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you cross the busy street. “Yeah, you were so lazy when you were railing me into the mattress at two am.”

Stray bits of slushie flew out his nostrils and he gags, quickly glancing over his shoulder. You, however didn’t slip a beat. You always had a way with words..exceedingly blunt. Every comment was veiled with a touch of sarcasm. It was difficult to decipher your intentions in the beginning. Were you attempting to flirt, or did you actually hate his guts?

“T-that’s not... “ He stammers, turning beet red. Both from embarrassment, and the fact that you weren’t exaggerating.

“Besides, you’re one of the hardest working people I know. That tree outside of my window’s a killer. The fact that you insist on scaling it every night. I do have a front door, you know.”

He shrugs. “It’s just for… you know...atmosphere”

“Clever. The fantasies. Admit it babe, you just like imagining I’m one of your conquests.”

He opens his mouth to speak but refrains, in his mind he was lucky to have you. You knew all about him and his sickness. He was just surprised you had no problem indulging his fantasies. Everything about you was decidedly perfect, you knew exactly how to make him laugh. How to turn his mood around completely, he could sit and listen to commentary on the world for hours.

You would wait for him to go on break, hovering close to the counter. Whenever a customer was rude or short with him, a snarky comment already rested in your arsenal . One of the most memorable moments was when you left some woman on the verge of tears. Martin kindly tried to explain that her coupon had expired. She was having none of it, claiming that he was illiterate, pointing out the fine print. With a sharp crack of your gum, fingers ghosting over the magazines-- eyes fixed on the tan mark on her left ring finger.

“The sale is over.. Ma’am..much like your marriage. Please leave this kid alone. He’s literally done nothing but point out the fact that you can’t see dates correctly. “

The poor boy actually felt his soul leave his body, he had to bite down on the insides of his cheeks to refrain from laughter. The woman left in such a haste, all un scanned items were left on the counter.

Y/n.. you can’t just say stuff like that...

“Why not? I’m just speaking the truth. I love you Martin, but you’ve got to start speaking up for yourself. It only gets harder from here…”

“Anyways, who cares what the old bastards got to say. He’ll be dead in a couple of years.”

This time he swallows quickly, before any more of his drink can spill. He felt as though you had crossed some sort of line. He should say something. After all, Cuda was family. As soon as the thought formed into his brain, he was already brushing it off. Using your words “Fuck em…”

The two of you were going to the field again. If this was the type of mood you were already in, He couldn’t wait to hear about your day.

[yanderemommabean]

....I’m feeling deprived...I need Yandere Bakugo headcannons for his childhood sweetheart (reader) who is oblivious to his yandere tendencies....if you can do this...I will love you more than I already do. (Imma go crawl back into my dumpster now)

(I hope a fic is ok! TW- small creature death, not too graphic but it’s there )

“Bakugou why did you stop?” You ask, looking over your shoulder to the boy who had stopped dead in his tracks. He stays still for a moment, eyes darting to the ground of the woods and back to you.

He didn’t mean to kill the frog- honest! He just got mad thinking the creature would bother you and the image of something bothering you just- he snapped! He stomped the poor thing into the dirt and suddenly felt a wave of relief. And you? None the wiser.

He comes up with an excuse, something about thinking he saw a cool bug, and covers the creature up with dirt with a few kicks. And you two march on, as if nothing heinous had just happened.

That’s how it all began. He remembers thinking he was just being a good friend, but after that day it only became a growing tumor of affection in his heart and mind. His feelings for you are twisted and dark but he doesn’t find himself caring as much as he used too.

He’s beaten himself up for nearly two decades over it but these past months he’s become at peace with who he is inside and what his desires are. Having you to himself and only himself doesn’t seem so bad, not as bad as people make it out to be.

How could he not love you? You and your polar opposite behavior! Sweet and patient, funny and witty, naive and trusting! Someone so soft and easy to hurt,and yet he’s the one who’s trapped.

Katsuki Bakugou. King of explosions. Was trapped and wrapped around your finger, and you had no fucking clue. Poetic and torturous. The darkness being controlled by the heavenly light in its life, how cliche.

He’s anything but cliche. He hears songs constantly about people who say they’d do anything for love and acceptance, but they’re liars. Have they followed their lover everywhere? Counting every step to a tune in their head? He has. Every time he gets the chance.

Have those singers and poets and artists beat up hagglers and perverts who stare too long? Breaking their own fingers in a few scuffles and getting beaten up themselves over how much they want to protect their lover? He has. Four broken fingers in fifteen different fights and that’s just the fights he’s counted this year.

Have those over dramatic assholes cut the breaks of a boyfriend or girlfriend they knew would only bring pain? Have they smiled with glee hearing the news but kept a sorrowful facade so no one would pinpoint them? He definitely has.

Do they know the way to clean stains out of clothes and pick brains out from the bottom of their boots? He doubts it.

No, he isn’t cliche. He isn’t an empty promise. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and sound, and all his.

“You daydreaming?” You ask while walking into the room, setting down a drink for him before flopping next to him. He chuckled and nods his head, letting his hand rub up your legs as you rest them on his lap. “Yeah. Think’ bout how when we were kids, and how I’d always protect ya”.

You scoff out a laugh and allow him to continue rubbing your legs, swiping your hair out of your face. “If I remember correctly, you were just a bully to everyone except me. And I think a certain someone also had a crush but wouldn’t admit it” you teased, watching his cheeks turn pink as he looks away and scoffs.

“Tch. Middle school shit again? We’re adults now, if you’re gonna try an embarrass me at least make it recent”.

“Oooh! I hit a nerve” you said playfully, moving to get your legs off of him, but his hand tightened. “Dude, you good? You’re acting all scared puppy on me”.

He paused, and let his fingers loosen up so you could slide off of him. “Yeah I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting you to move so quickly. Am I hard to be comfortable around or something?”.

He didn’t mean to come off as insecure, but you’ve been jumpy and more anxious around him. He doesn’t know why, and it’s bothering him. You and him share literally everything together! So unless he forgot to monitor something on you, then you’re hiding something!

“What? No! I’m just kinda- hyped up I guess. I mean I met someone today during my walk and we kinda hit it off! I think they might actually-“

He stopped listening the second those words were spoken. Great. Another person was trying to take you away and you were letting it happen!

Well it’s nothing he can’t handle. If you want to test him then let him prove himself! He’ll take them down without even blinking!

“-Anyway wanna stay the night? I think you and them should meet and get to talking too! I mean I can’t date someone my friend can’t get along with can I? I guess I’m just asking for your opinion”.

Oh? Well isn’t that cute? Sweet really. Also convenient, meaning He won’t have to hide blood and evidence and pay off some villains to keep quiet. Easy opportunity to just lie and make the bastard run away.

“Heh, I guess so. I don’t mind puttin them through my test”.

You hug him tightly, giggling as you do so, nuzzling his chest. His face heats up even more, and he couldn’t stop his fingers from running through your hair, as if he was your lover and this was one of the wonderful moments he would be able to share.

But that fantasy needs to wait. He’s waited this long he can wait a little longer. He wants you to come to him, not be forced. So, hell scare off another worthless candidate, the sooner he does the sooner you’ll finally see he’s all you’ll ever need.

(I hope this wasn’t too off the walls! -Mommabean)

[betelgeuse-boo]

WARNING: NSFW !!! If you are a minor or someone who does not want to see smut, please scroll past this post!!! Thank you!

Extensive Info/Warnings: Fellatio, 69, very slight mentions of musk, Beetlejuice using gross words like “puke” but only for one sentence (reader does not throw up in the story lol)

Reader Gender: AMAB and masculine pet names

Request from @hellminth , “I would love an inexperienced/nervous male reader being taught how to give a blowjob by beej”

I will try my very best on this!!! I do not have a weiner so I apologize if I get anything wrong!!

Words: 2575

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“Reader’s First Blowjob”

Despite being in your mid 20’s, you had never given anyone head before. Not that you didn’t want to, per se, not even that you were a virgin or anything- it had just never come up with anyone you had been with for some reason or another. The idea of giving someone head was appealing, but when you had turned 22 without ever having done it, you sort of threw the fantasy out the window, finding yourself too vastly inexperienced to truly pleasure your partner. 

Yet here you were, laying on your tummy, Beetlejuice sitting up with his legs splayed next to your face, his slightly tattered striped boxers still on. One of his hands was resting on your head, his clawed digits lightly scratching at it. The matter of you not ever having given a blowjob had come up in conversation before, and he nearly did a spit take with the juice he was drinking when you had told him. Of course, smug bastard that he was, he did a fair amount of teasing you over it, calling you his “innocent little boyfriend”. Yeah right, you both knew that was far from the truth. 

“We can always arrange to give you a first time though,” The green haired demon said with a wink, and while you had laughed and pushed him away, it got you thinking. Maybe you did want to try? You had been with Beej for so long, and you were completely comfortable with him, so maybe it would be worth at least trying out. After all, it was impossible to get embarrassed around the stinky bug man you had grown so accustomed to.

...Or so you thought before, but as you sat there on your belly, face flushed, you weren’t too sure. Beej picked up on this and ever so slightly lifted your head to look at you.

“You getting cold feet, babe? We don’t hafta’ do this, it’s okay.” It always surprised you how respectful of boundaries he was during actual sexually intimate moments considering that he was not any other time. 

“It’s not that,” You started, tearing your gaze away from the green-eyed ghost. “I just...I guess I’m scared of embarrassing myself?”

“Pff,” Beetlejuice scoffed, and you could feel spit droplets hit your face. As you were wiping them away, he continued. “Like you could embarrass yourself in front of me.” When he saw that wasn’t helping, he groaned. “Listen, we’re gonna’ take it slow, okay? Even if you- I’unno, gag or puke or whatever, I’m not gonna’ hold anything against ya’. I’m just gonna’ laugh my ass off and that’ll be it!” What a way with words. You had to admit, though, that did aid in comforting you, and with a newfound gusto, you nodded up at him, resolute. 

“Alright. I swear if that thing tastes bad I’m gonna stop-”

“-Don’t worry about it, I wiped it down with a baby wipe just for you, honeypie.” Beetlejuice cooed in an exaggerated sing-songy tone, hitching his thumb under the waistband of his underwear and yanking them down. You weren’t too sure about the baby wipe thing- the second Beej pulled his boxers down, you could smell what you could only really describe as the scent that sex is linked with. Sweat for sure, hints of his ‘natural’ smell... it wasn’t bad or anything of the sort but you weren’t too sure if the demon had wiped himself whatsoever. Then again, it was very likely it could be coming from his bush, similarly colored as his hair. 

He was practically buzzing with excitement as he gently brought your head as close to him as you could. He was much warmer down here than any other part of his body; not that that was saying much since he was always cold, but this region had at least heated up to a nice, tepid temperature. “Get yourself familiar with it,” Beej purred above you, and at this moment, you tried to emulate what you had seen regarding blowjobs online. A single kiss that you planted on the tip of his dick drew a chuckle out of him, but he quickly inhaled as you pressed your tongue against it, dragging it down. You were tentative at first, but upon realizing that he must’ve actually done what he said in regards to ‘cleaning’ it as you couldn’t taste the caked on dust and miscellaneous grime you could on other parts of his body, you grew more eager. He tasted similarly to how he smelled down there- sweaty, yet...strangely pleasant. For a while, he let you do as you were, already slightly squirming due to it, but he eventually gently pulled you back up towards the tip with a husky laugh. 

“It’s not a saltlick, beau. That feels very good but you can actually suck it too.” His voice was lowered to that amazing tone that made you grow hot, but you also heated up in embarrassment. 

“O-okay, sorry,” You muttered against him, and he scratched your head in response.

“‘S no problem, but here,” With this, he positioned his dick with his other hand and ever so slightly rolled his hips forward, just enough to plunge the tip in your mouth. Hissing at the immediate warmth and wetness, he tightened his grip and unintentionally yanked your hair a bit. 

Okay. This wasn’t bad at all yet, you could handle this. Your tongue flicked against the head of his dick and you heard him cry out, practically jumping out of his skin. With a slight smile, you continued, maneuvering your tongue over the tip, making sure to coat every inch you could with your spit. It took a bit but he hissed ever so slightly, this time in a more pained way.

“Th-that’s good, babe, b-but you’re overstimulating me a bit,” The demon whined, and you immediately stopped. Whoops, you forgot that was a thing that happened. “Can I...can I stick more in?” He asked, panting as he was attempting to catch his breath, and you shot him a thumbs up. More of him sunk into you and you could already feel your mouth getting full- it wasn’t uncomfortable yet, but you could definitely already see why this was a hard task for some. You ran your tongue against more of his length, ignoring the tip for now, and he continued scratching at your head, sucking in deep breaths and moaning at the sensation.

“N-now can you hollow out your cheeks against me? L-like, uh...pretend you’re drinking out of a straw- yeah! Yeah, that’s it,” As you created suction against him, the demon groaned and began to maneuver your head himself, slowly however, so that you could pull away whenever you wanted if it proved to be too much. He sunk your head down to about halfway down his length before you tensed up- feeling the head of his dick tickle against the back of your throat was strange, and while Beetlejuice would have killed for you to deepthroat him, he realized that was definitely too much for a beginner. A better idea popped into his head though, and he shakily asked you if you wanted him to reciprocate. As you pulled up against his hand for air, an abundance of drool dribbling down your chin already, you nodded up at him, feeling hot arousal pulse through you as well.

Though you had never given head, you had received it from Beetlejuice quite a few times before. Long story short, he absolutely knew how to use that long, thick tongue of his. While his mouth was slightly colder than what a human’s would be, he still always felt amazing around you. Cackling at your excitement, he rubbed your head. “Okay, handsome.” With this, the large ghost picked you up with ease, laid himself down, then laid you down on top of him- your face close to his crotch, his face close to yours. He had to position your legs so that you were on your knees, that way he could actually get to your crotch, and hummed as he palmed you through your underwear. “Looks like you’re turned on too, huh, (Y/N)?” 

You just laughed in agreement, you hadn’t really realized how hard you were until Beej was touching you. Eager to get to taste you as well, the demon all but tore off your underwear, flinging them to the other side of the room. “Beetleju-” You started, but you quickly cut yourself off with a moan as his tongue wrapped around the hilt of your penis. 

“God, babe, you taste fuckin’ fantastic,” You jumped as you heard his voice in your mind. For whatever reason, you forgot that his abilities included telepathy- he would resort to it when his tongue was busy doing something else…almost bashfully, you lowered your head back to his crotch, flustered with the compliment. His large hand found its way back onto your head and you took him into your mouth once again. Beetlejuice resumed in groaning, but this time, it was against you. You slowed, trembling slightly and feeling yourself burn hot- it was going to be a hell of a lot more difficult to pleasure him while he was pleasuring you, as you kept jerking and jumping when he hit a particularly sweet spot on you. Determined, though, and realizing that Beej was doing most of the work for you, you kept at it, occasionally swiping your tongue against parts of his length, relishing in feeling him groan or even tense up under you. 

He on the other hand was utilizing his tongue to the fullest extent, having essentially been jerking you off with it for a good while before finally taking you into his mouth as well. You let out a whine around his dick and you felt one of his hands slap your ass. Unlike you, he was more than experienced in doing this, so he could manage to take all of you in at once. It felt amazing, him providing you with the same tight grip you did him on top of his tongue still wrapped around you. However, he had to be extra cautious in moving against you, as his row of sharp teeth could for sure hurt had he not been as careful as possible. However, that wasn’t even a thought at this point, as he had sucked you off more than enough times for you to know that he knew what he was doing. 

The two of you got lost in the motions for a while, practically synchronizing your rhythm so that when your head was plunged down against him, he drew away so that only the head of your dick was in his mouth, and vice versa. His grip on you grew less sturdy though, euphoria overtaking him the longer you went at it, and as his hand slipped away, you kept the pace, bobbing your head up and down against him in time. 

“Good boy,” Beetlejuice’s voice cut into your mind, causing you to shiver as you rose up for air. You loved it when he praised you, and likewise, he loved it when you praised him. 

“Y-you’re so good at this.” Was all you could choke out before returning your head to the position you’d grown accustomed to in the past minutes, a smug growl sounding out from the demon. He knew he was, but hearing you say it to him made him squirm that much more.

As you two attempted to keep the ever quickening pace, you both began to find you were approaching your respective orgasms. You moved your pelvis against the demon, rocking yourself against him as he continued to jerk you off with his tongue inside his mouth, and he in turn was shifting his hips as you bobbed against him, the tip of his dick teasing against the back of your throat. The both of you were practically caked in sweat now- some of your body heat transferring to the demon under you, he was warmer than he usually had been, his skin heating up to what could almost be considered a human temperature. 

You decided to challenge yourself to take all of him in, you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut before doing so, taking all of his length into your mouth and throat. He cried out, some guttural exclamation mixed with surprise and arousal, as he felt himself squeezed by the tightness of your throat. Immediately, you wanted to gag, but willed past it, letting yourself sit still for a moment as Beej thrust two times before all but howling against you, pulling your head off him and emptying himself against your face. Splurts of light green cum shot against your mouth and chin, and it wasn’t too long until he made you cum inside of his mouth too.

Squeezing your dick with his tongue so he could milk every last drop from you and gulp it down, you trembled, and his hands found their way to your hips so he could steady you. When he had felt that you were finally done, he uncoiled the muscle from your dick and you rolled off him and onto your back next to him, the both of you gasping and panting. 

After you gained your bearings, you were the one that broke the silence. “...Did you have to cum on my face?” You heard him giggle next to you.

“Whoops, sorry. Lemme’ get that.” Before you could react, he rolled to his side, let that long tongue of his snake out of his mouth, and lapped up his own ejaculate to your horror. As he pulled away, smacking his lips with an ‘Aah’ as if he had enjoyed a sip of a drink, you scrunched your nose up. 

“Really?!” He laughed at your mortification and licked your cheek in response, causing your grimace to break into a smile as you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t mind you cumming on my face or anything, don’t worry.” 

Basking in afterglow, the demon gave a sort of lazy smile, those eyes of his lighting up. “You did so well, baby. Can’t believe you thought you were gonna’ embarrass yourself.” Blushing at this, it was your turn to giggle as you pressed your hand against his face, feeling exhilarated that you managed to give him a good blowjob. 

“Well, thank you.” You responded, the smile evident in your voice. “You did amazing too.”

“Yeah well, they don’t call me BJ for nothin’.” The demon’s voice was muffled against your hand, and all you could do was groan at his stupid joke before pressing a kiss against his forehead. “Hey, could you order some takeout? All that’s got me starving.” 

You rolled your eyes with a grin as you rolled off the bed and got up to pick up your undergarment that Beetlejuice had thrown across the room. “Sure, just for you, bugboy.” You wouldn’t tell him of course, but you had deemed successfully sucking your boyfriend’s dick as a triumph worthy enough to elicit getting food delivered, so you weren’t adverse to the idea. You were happy as this day had proved that you had a partner you were comfortable in trying anything with, so you smirked as you recommended a place that neither of you had ever eaten at before, and Beej was more than happy to humor you. 

[cyberghouleo]

Boredom {smut}

Pairing: Ult! Dirk Strider x Reader

Words: 3.5k

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Being on a ship for 3 or so years in space can lead to discovering some lingering thoughts. Good thing you were there to help him with those.

Although this was originally his idea, because honestly who else would do anything like this that wasn’t Dirk himself, he did have to admit that flying around in space on a huge ass ship for 3 or so years did get boring pretty fast. There were only so many times he could rewatch My Little Pony and a few of his animes before he got bored out of his mind. After a while Terezi’s complaining made him get fed up and just stop conversation with her all together, which she was probably thankful for in some way. And Rosebot wanted to have too many long rambles that sooner than later the both of them ran out of things to talk about. The only topic that was untouched by both was his feelings and emotions, the one thing Dirk feels to have complete security on and plans to keep it that way. Speaking of feelings, you were also aboard the Theseus along with the three of them. The thing that set you apart from the other two, was that you came along willingly. He didn’t have to persuade or manipulate you in some backhanded way, you agreed after he tested the waters and suggested it for the first time. Your response honestly shocked him, although he didn’t show it and played it cool the whole time. So when you got the text to meet up with him to finally pursue this plan, you quickly packed whatever you needed and headed out to start a new future alongside Dirk. 

With how thankful he was that you came along, he didn’t expect to not see you as often as he first expected. In the start he thought the idea of being on a ship with a few people would be great and give some extra time to at least hang out with you, and just you. But he forgot how big the ship was in his so-called fantasy and how your time schedules were almost completely opposite from each other. But the two of you did text back and forth often, which helped killed his boredom most of the time, and sometimes even stayed up later just so you could watch one of his shows with each other. Dirk was content with this, it wasn’t what he originally had in mind for how you would spend each other's time together, but he also knew deep down he could do better. And make you feel better. 

He had basically completed all future plans, rearranged his room so many times that now it just felt like a chore, and had already planned out back up plans for multiple different scenarios. All he could do now was make panels, but even that was starting to get tiring and he was running low on creativity. So naturally, his mind started to wander. And it doesn’t take a scientist to know that 3 years on a ship can affect your sex drive, majorly. Also the thought of RoseBot and Terezi in even remotely that way made him want to puke and bleach his eyes for several days. So there was only one option left after porn seemed to get boring and bland to him. It’s not like he was settling after all, he is far from ever settling. Before his grand plans for a future on another planet, he couldn’t deny some feelings and emotions he had felt for you. But for him, business came first and then feelings or whatever bullshit his once friends suggested to open up about. But now with all the business done and the lingering horny thoughts and feelings resurfacing after so long, there was really nothing else to focus on other than you. At first he was embarrassed to acknowledge these feelings, feeling like a 13 year old again who saw some shitty hentai ad that took over his whole screen for the first time. But then he remembered who he was, and how if anything you should feel embarrassed for not confessing these types of feelings for him first.

He rolled his chair back away from his desk, sighing and shutting his laptop closed in a frustrated manner. It had gotten to the point where nothing seemed good, the only thing that interested him was you, and frankly he was sick of feeling this way with no plan to follow through with it. Fuck it, he thought as he stood up from his chair and walked out his door to find you so you could help him out on his problems. After searching around for what seemed to be an hour, he finally spotted the outline of your back against a sky sprawled out with dozens of stars and brightly lit up cosmos. 

He approached you, noticing how you were wearing your thin pajamas and the pair of bunny slippers he had bought you as a joke a while back, back before either of you were on this ship. This wasn’t the first time he had seen you staring out the windows at the stars, but this was the first time he had seen you up at 3 in the morning alone. He took a seat next to you, startling you and causing you to jump and curse under your breath. Cute.

“Jesus, you need to be careful coming up behind me like that,” you said as a soft smile grew on your face. You were now looking directly at him, the soft shine from the space reflecting and illuminating the one side of your face, and fuck this only made you look prettier to him.

“Thought your spidey senses would have picked up on me from a mile away, sorry. What are you even doing up right now anyways?” 

“Couldn’t sleep, also I wanted to come out and look at the stars. I thought it would help me in some weird way, but now I’m kinda just annoyed because they suck right now,” you turned back to the window, watching as the ship passed through space at a steady pace.

“Is that all you do, come out and look at the damn stars?” his tone sounded more harsh than he intended too, but you didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Ha, yeah basically. It’s calming in a weird way, ya know? But I guess I’mma need to find a new location to gaze out of though since this one is lacking majorly,”

Without thinking, he ended up blurting out his suggestion, “Well I always know a place that shows the best stars, no matter the night.”

Your head quickly turned to face him again, and you immediately agreed to make him take you to show him. He wasn’t one to turn down this offer and started leading the way, making sure to keep his main goal in mind. After zig zagging around a few halls, you ended up in front of his room's door. He opened up his door and stepped out of the way to reveal the huge window that was near his table. You walked over to admire the view, too busy gawking at the sight to hear or notice him closing the door and locking it behind him. It wasn’t until he was close enough for you to feel his body heat that you noticed the proximity between the two of you. You didn’t mind though, taking this as a minute to admire his freckled cheeks and how the orange glow from the window enchanted them even more. He felt the lingering of your glare on him and looked at you, a small blush appearing on your face at the fact you got caught basically admiring him like a painting. You broke away quickly and chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to play it cool and not look embarrassed in the slightest. 

“Hey (Y/N),” you hummed in response, waiting for him to finish before you looked at him. “I’m not sorry for this.”

You were about to question him but was interrupted quickly when both of his warm hands held each side of your face to force you to face him, his lips connecting with yours. The fact that this was your first real human touch in what seemed like forever made you almost instantly melt into him, kissing back with the same amount of passion. The kiss however turned very heated fast, the need for each other becoming apparent as his tongue easily slipped through and his hands now tangled in your hair, leaving you at his own mercy. You were the first to pull away to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together as your lips were now slightly red and your cheeks dusted with a soft pink. Your chest heaving up and down as you stared at him, trying to read his expression although his shades made it almost impossible.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” he stated before pulling you back in, letting his actions speak for himself and the blood started to flow to his lower half. 

You moaned throughout the kiss, which only got him to kiss back harsher, not showing any mercy for your lips or your neck as he trailed down. You threw your arms around his shoulders as he sucked on your neck, the feeling of a bruise already forming in a few spots. God it felt like forever since you had even gotten close to something like this, and your body was definitely showing it. He pulled down the straps of your thin tank top to get better coverage of your chest, making sure to start a few light marks on the parts your bra failed to cover. Your fingers tangled themselves into the base of his hair, pulling during a particular hard suck, causing him to let out a desperate sounding grunt, something you would have never expected out of him. 

He pulled away from you, just long enough for him to quickly clear off his desk and push anything in his way to the floor with a crash. He wrapped his arms around your waist and patted your side a couple times to signal you to jump, which you did and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel the bulge of his muscles against you, even when he wasn’t wearing his normal uniform. He sat you down on the edge of the table and started lifting up the hem of your tank top, slipping it over with ease to leave you only in shorts and your bra. This was the most exposed you had ever been to him yet he didn't seem to pay it any mind and went back to covering your chest in sloppy kissing and lazy sucking to mark you up for him. His fingers wrapped around to your back, finding the clasp and quickly unclipping it with one hand. He helped ease the straps off your shoulders, letting them fall down and slip off to reveal yourself to him. He pulled away and admired your form for a few seconds, making you start to cover yourself but his fingers were quickly clasped around your wrist and pinned your hands by your side.

“Too late to try to hide from me now, doll,” the pet name rolled off his tongue effortlessly and he leaned in to start tracing around your already perky and hard nipples. 

The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan, his warm tongue felt amazing as it swirled around, his other hand cupping and teasing the other one. He would occasionally switch over, making sure to give each one their deserved love. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose slightly, allowing you to see his closed eyes, his long eyelashes and freckles from a perspective you never got the chance to see before. Your hands slowly reached up and slid them effortlessly off his face, causing him to open his eyes and stare up, revealing his bright orange eyes for the first time. A gasp mixed with a moan slipped out, the new reveal only making your body fill up with need and heat faster. 

As his tongue continued to tease your buds, his hands trailed down from your waist to the band of your shorts. His palm came to rub the front of you teasingly, smirking as he felt you shamelessly try to grind against his fingers to get any sort of friction out of it. He tugged the shorts down, giving you the chance to shimmy them to the point before he could effortlessly take them off and let them drop onto the floor. He pulled away from your nipples, causing you to let out a whine, and was now positioned in between your legs. His hot breath could be felt through your panties, driving you even crazier. He flattened his tongue and left a long strip through your panties, his saliva soaking through a little bit to your already wet lips. He continued to tease you outside of your panties, rubbing his fingers up and down your folds without giving you what you really wanted.

“Please Dirk… don’t tease,” you begged in a breathy tone, which made him look up and a smirk to appear.

“You're gonna have to do better than that sweetheart,” he said casually as he continued to rub tiny clockwise circles against you. 

“Please dirk, please touch me,” your eyes were almost glossy with desperation, proving to him just how badly you wanted this. How badly you wanted him.

He gave into your pleads rather quickly, pulling your panties to the side and slipped two fingers into his mouth, before plunging them into you. You moaned in surprise, your body almost giving out from under you as he moved in and out of you, curling his fingers at the right moments to make you clench hard around him. Your quiet moans soon filled the room as you held one hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet so nobody would interrupt the two of you. Right as you felt your core tighten and you were close to releasing all over his fingers, he pulled out and stood up fully, bringing his fingers in front of your face.

“Look at the mess you made for me. Clean it up now,”

You stared back at him for a second before hesitantly taking your juice covered fingers into your mouth, making sure to lick them clean. You twirled your tongue around the tips of his fingers, which made him let out a grunt of approval and his already hard cock strain even more against his pants.

“Mmmm, what a good slut you are,” he praised and pulled his fingers out with a ‘pop’ noise. 

He fully pulled off your panties, leaving you completely exposed and spread out on the table for him to take in. He pulled down his pants and boxers, which had a small wet spot from the leaking precum, his cock springing out freely. You glanced down and noticed the size, and he was definitely bigger than you would have first thought, leaving you a bit shocked.

“Take a picture princess, it’ll last longer,” he responded in a cocky voice which pulled you out of staring with an embarrassed blush now spreading across your cheeks again. 

He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds a few times to make sure he was completely covered in your juices. He pulled back one last time before pushing his head through, his girth leaving you a bit breathless as you threw your head back in pleasure. Only the tip so far and you're already acting like this, he thought to himself and wanted to chuckle. The rest of him slid in with ease and now that he was fully filling you, god you were tight against him. He gave you a few seconds to get adjusted before he started to slowly increase his thrusts. It was taking everything inside him to not just go full force right now and to fuck you into his table, pounding in and out of your pussy to show you just how often he thought about you in this way. The feeling of him pressing up against you with every thrust was addicting, as he filled you in the best way possible. With each thrust he pressed up against you perfectly and only got better as he increased each thrust.

“Mmm fuck, you like that?” you could only hum along as a response, but he quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to stare back into his intense eyes, stopping all movements inside you. “I asked, do you like that?”

“Yes, yes Dirk. I like it, oh my god I love it, yes Dirk,” you spewed out, your head feeling light and too overloaded with dirty thoughts for you to even function a full sentence properly.

Hearing you moan out his name in such a pathetic way was enough to make his dick twitch and for him to resume his thrusts, this time not slowing down or trying to take it slow for you. At this moment in time he could do whatever he wanted to you and god he was fucking loving it. He pulled out, grabbed your hand to force you off the table and pinned you against the large window. Your tits now squished up against the window as he slipped into you from behind, causing you to gasp. 

“Mmm yes, god you're such a good slut for me (Y/N),” he moaned as his head was rested right by yours, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear.

You moaned underneath him, arching your back to curve into him to get the full reach and stretch from him. His movement against the window caused your nipples to rub up against it, giving you all of the friction you needed. His right hand slipped down to the front of you, rubbing his fingers over your clit as he grunted in your ear. The feeling of sparks and fireworks were ignited within you, your cheek pressed up against the glass as your mouth hung up and your body started to melt from under you. You could feel yourself getting closer, your moans turning into pleads and begs for him.

“I’m going to cum, nghh,” you whined out, which only caused him to rub against your clit even harder.

“Tell me who is allowed to make you cum,” he growled, his left hand coming up to grasp your neck and hold you into place to take his brutal poundings. 

“You Dirk... only you can make me cum,”

“Mhhmm, yea baby, cum for me then. Be a good girl and cum all over my dick,” he said as he applied pressure and squeezed around your neck. 

The combination of all of his movements made your vision blur out and your body to completely slump against the window, allowing him to fuck you like a toy. You squeezed tightly around him one last time and everything inside you felt like it had exploded, moans spilling out loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Your tight clenching made him speed up his thrust as he felt himself tighten up, continuing to fuck you throughout your orgasm. God how he prayed that another ship would come up beside him just so they could see the sight of him fucking your limp like body. Just further proving how much you actually belonged to him. He let out a few loud groans and felt the long hot strips squirt into you, covering your walls as his thrusts got sloppy and rode out his own orgasm . He stayed inside you for a few more seconds, both his arms caging you in between him as he tried to catch his breath.

“Well fuck babe,” he said with a soft chuckle, before leaving a quick kiss on your shoulder and pulled out of you, watching as some of his hot seed dripped out of you and onto the floor. The sight was enough to get him ready for round 2, but he saw how tired you were and didn’t feel like forcing the issue.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out one of his old shirts, slipping it over you and helping you into his bed. The baggy and oversized shirt hung off your form and looked more like a nightgown, which he had to admit was a sight he was starting to love. He slid on a pair of clean joggers and climbed in next to you, which you clung to almost instantly. 

“Thanks Dirk,” you mumbled before slipping into sleep.

He stared down at you with a soft smile and rested his chin on your head. Normally he was against any form of affection or touching, but right now it felt good. This was one of the few times it felt good to be open about his feelings. He wouldn’t mind having you to rule with him in the new future he was creating.

[winchester-fantasies]

What We Want

Summary: After a night of drinking, you find yourself divulging secrets you’ve never told anyone else, leading Dean to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 3415

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, fluff, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

A/N: This was written for a request by @rainbowunicorns92 : Hey babe! I hope you had a very merry Christmas and a wonderful new year! I’m so excited for you to come back that I couldn’t hold on to my request any more haha! But I was wondering if you are okay writing a dean x plus size reader where she is super awkward and shy, and at a the bunker one night they get super toasty drunk and he gets her to open up about her desires and it’s to have very hot steamy sex, and they do it? Hot smut? I’m so sorry being weird writing this stuff Im a lot! 💜💜💜 Thanks for your request! I’m so happy to be back and I hope you like it!! ❤❤

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

“No, Dean, I already told you,” you said emphatically, crossing your arms. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Dean implored. “Just one drink.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, his green eyes attempting the puppy dog look his younger brother had perfected.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the goofy grin threatening to spread across your lips. Even now you couldn’t help but think he was the handsomest man alive. “Fine,” you huffed in defeat. “But only one!”

Dean's eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across his face. “Awesome! Been saving a bottle of Blanton’s,” he said, leading the way into the kitchen. 

“Too bad Sammy decided to ditch us then, I guess,” you chuckled.

“And for some museum thing,” Dean scoffed, taking a couple of glasses from the shelf. He reached into the cupboard, taking out a bottle of the amber liquid. “I mean who does that?” he asked incredulously.

“Sam, apparently, ” you said, perching on one of the chairs as Dean popped open the lid and poured a bit into each glass.

“Yeah,” Dean huffed. “Well, just means more of the good stuff for us,” he said, lightly shaking each glass as he walked over to where you sat.

He handed you one of them before taking a seat in the chair across from you. You looked at the bourbon sitting in the bottom of your glass almost suspiciously. 

Dean chuckled and you looked up to find him staring at you, a smirk on his lips. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, taking a sip of his alcohol.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing back to your glass. “I just…. Well, I...I’ve never had anything stronger than a beer,” you admitted, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“What!” Dean exclaimed, nearly spewing his drink. “You’re kidding, right?”

You shook your head. “It’s true,” you said. “I guess I’m not...adventurous when it comes to alcohol,” you added sheepishly.

“You’ll like this,” he reassured. “Smooth, with a hint of vanilla.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him before looking down at your drink once more. You cautiously lifted the glass to your mouth, tipping it back till the liquid met your lips. You took a hesitant sip; it stung your throat and made your eyes water as it slid down your throat, your stomach burning as it settled. A coughing fit followed your swallow, Dean chuckling at your reaction. “Holy shit!” you wheezed, finally catching your breath.

“Strong enough for ya?” Dean chuckled, taking another sip of his.

You gave him a thin-lipped smile. “A little too strong,” you said, but nevertheless you took another, more careful sip, this one not as intense.

“So,” Dean said, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table. “How’s, uh, what’s-his-name?”

“Greg?” you asked.

“Yeah, that’s it. Greg,” Dean said. “Haven’t seen him around in awhile.”

“Well…” you said, watching the bourbon swish around the tumbler as you shifted it absentmindedly in your hand. “We actually broke up,” you said, meeting his gaze.

Dean frowned. “What?” he asked incredulously. “When?”

“About a month ago,” you admitted, your lips forming into a tight-lipped smirk.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Dean asked, sounding almost wounded.

“I...I,” you stuttered, taken aback by Dean’s intense line of questioning. “You and Sam were busy with this whole Lucifer thing, and I...I didn’t want to bother you.” You looked back to your lap, feeling embarrassed and like you’d divulged something you shouldn’t have.

“(Y/N),” Dean said, his voice soft. You looked back up just as Dean sat up, placing his feet on the concrete floor of the kitchen, and leaned forward. He took your hand in his, the warmth of his fingers sending shivers of delight shooting up your arm and through your body. “You could never bother me, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes soulful and reassuring. 

You swallowed hard and nodded, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Dean withdrew his hand from yours, causing you to ache for his touch once more. But you just sat there, watching as he got comfortable once again. You wanted to make a move, you really did. Maybe if you weren’t so damn shy. Anger coursed through you and without really thinking, you grabbed the bottle of bourbon and took two big gulps. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean said, reaching for the bottle and taking it from your hand. “Slow down there, sweetheart,” he said, with an almost tentative chuckle. “You haven’t even finished what’s in your glass.” 

You glanced to your tumbler on the table, still half full. Heat rose to your cheeks, but whether from embarrassment or the hard liquor you’d just chugged, you didn’t know. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I just….” You shrugged, leaving the sentence unfinished. 

“Hey, I get,” Dean said. “Breakups are rough. But you can’t just drown yourself in alcohol and hope it’ll all go away.” Dean paused for a moment then huffed our a harsh chuckle. “Not that I’m one to talk. But you get what I’m saying.”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod and small smile. Truth was, you hadn’t taken those gulps to forget Greg. You’d taken them to forget how much you liked Dean and to tamp down any hope at ever being with him. You already knew what kind of girls he liked. You found yourself sucking in your stomach and subconsciously rubbing your hands up and down your ample thighs. You weren’t anything like those girls.

“You wanna talk about it?” Dean asked softly.

You were jerked out of your thoughts at the sound of his voice, and when you looked at him, you realized with chagrin, that you’d completely zoned out. 

“Oh, uh, no, that’s okay,” you chuckled nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You picked up your glass and took another, larger sip. Your mind was starting to get a little fuzzy and you knew you had the start of a buzz going on.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Dean said, his eyes searching your face. He seemed completely unaffected by the bourbon. How could he hold his alcohol so well? Maybe it had to do with the fact you’d already ingested nearly half the bottle on your own and he hadn’t. 

“Yeah, I know,” you said. “It’s just…” you continued, your words slurring slightly at the end. “I never really felt like I could be myself.”

“How so?” Dean asked, throwing back the last of his bourbon before reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another glass, this time nearly halfway full.

“I don’t know,” you said vaguely. “Just...well, in a lot of different areas.”

“What kinds of areas?” Dean asked.

You were about to answer but stopped, your eyes narrowing. “What’s with the game of 20 Questions?” you asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Dean chuckled. “Just trying to help a friend get over her breakup.” He took another sip - a gulp really - a smirk on his face.

“I am over it,” you said, fiddling with your glass. 

“Uh-huh,” Dean commented, disbelieving. “Then why are downing this like it’s water?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle.

“It’s just…there’s more than one reason, okay?” you said, feeling vulnerable and not wanting to divulge just how you were feeling about him.

Dean held up his hands. “Hey, easy. I get it, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I won’t press you.”

He went back to drinking and you to staring at the table, an awkward silence falling between the two of you. You glanced up at him, finding him looking at anything but you. Finally you sighed.

“To answer your question,” you said, Dean’s head jerking up to meet your gaze. “Like I said, there were a lot of different areas. I just never felt like I could really tell him what I wanted...what I needed.” You looked to the ground for a moment, your cheeks reddening again. You couldn’t believe what you were about to tell him. Maybe it had to do with the liquid courage coursing through your veins. “Es...especially in...in the, uh, in the bedroom,” you said, your voice tiny.

Dean remained silent and you found yourself berating yourself at how stupid you’d been. Of course Dean didn’t want to hear about your sex life or your sexual frustrations. He was just trying to help you through your breakup. And you’d just overstepped your bounds - big time.

Your cheeks grew redder as you downed the last of your bourbon. “Maybe if I wasn’t so damn shy,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation. “But enough about all that…” you said, but you were suddenly cut off by Dean who sat forward.

You chanced a glance up into his face, his eyes once again searching yours. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice no more than a whisper. “What you were too afraid to tell Greg…. What was it?”

You swallowed hard, your stomach doing somersaults as you stared at each other. “It...it,” you stuttered. “I...I wanted to have, um, to have hot and...steamy sex,” you said, rushing the last of your words and burying your face in your hands. “I know how stupid it sounds,” you said, shame lacing your words. 

“Hey,” Dean said, scooting back from the table. His hand came to rest on your hand gently. “(Y/N), look at me,” he said, his gruff voice gentle. He pulled your hands away from your face, you finding him crouched down in front of you. “It’s not stupid,” he said.

“Yes, it is,” you said. “You know what? Just...just forget I even said anything. It’s really not a big deal,” you added with a chuckle, getting up from your chair.

You were about to head out the kitchen entrance when Dean grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pinning you firmly against the wall. 

“It’s not stupid,” he repeated. “In fact, it’s really fucking hot.” 

“R...really?” you asked, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Yeah,” Dean growled. You stared into his normally moss-colored eyes, now wide and blown with lust. Heat emanated off his body and that’s when you realized just how close he was to you. His chest was pressed to yours, his hands on either side of the wall, keeping you from going anywhere else.

“De...Dean. I...I think maybe…” you started but Dean cut you off.

“Hush,” he said. You swallowed hard as his eyes darted to your mouth, a smirk crossing his lips. He leaned down, his mouth mere inches from your own. “Let me take care of you. Give you everything you want…. Everything you deserve....”

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t help but shudder as arousal settled in your core. “Dean…” you breathed.

That was all it took before Dean gripped your face in his hands and kissed you forcefully. You wrapped your arms around his waist, drawing him closer into you as his fingers weaved into your hair. He nipped at your lower lip and you opened up for him, his tongue finding your own.

You moaned as Dean fisted your hair in his large palm, jerking your head back gently and nipping along your jaw and leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and along your collarbone. 

Your hands made their way under his shirt, your fingers ghosting along the soft skin of his hips and up over the muscles of his back. “Dean,” you said again, your chest already heaving as your heart beat erratically. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Dean panted, burying his face into the side of your neck and sucking a mark into the sensitive skin.

You shivered at the sensation, your fingers digging into the grooves of his shoulder blades. “You,” you said breathily. “I want you, Dean.”

That was all it took for Dean to spin you around and hoist you up, placing you on the edge of the kitchen table, positioning himself between your thighs. He kissed you passionately, his hands sliding under your shirt, and caressing the soft rolls of your stomach. “Oh, god...Dean,” you moaned, your hands wrapping around his neck as his lips once again found precedence on your neck.

“Fuck, baby,” Dean growled, his hands moving higher, sliding under your bra and kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. “You don’t know how fucking hard you make me,” he groaned. He moved himself further into the apex of your thighs. “Feel that, baby?” he asked, grinding himself against your heated core, his erection prominent. “That’s all for you.”

“Dean...please,” you moaned, rocking your hips along with his, a throaty groan escaping his own throat. 

“I got you, baby. I got you,” he said. He removed his hands from under your shirt, moving them down to the globes of your ass and pulling you almost off the table. He continued to rub himself against you, harder this time. “Feels so good,” he grunted. 

The seam of your jeans pressed into your clit as he shifted just right and you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Dean,” you panted. “R...right there...right there.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Dean murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Give it to me.”

And you did. You came hard, your hearing muffled as your walls clenched around nothing, your legs locking around his hips as he continued to rut against you. “Aaa, (Y/N),” he said with a stuttering moan as he came, the front of his jeans darkened with cum.

You were both panting as you came down from your highs, hearts beating wildly. “That...that,” you said, your mind racing to describe what you were feeling past the blood rushing to your head.

“Fucking amazing,” Dean finished with a smirk. “And so fucking hot. Could watch you come undone all fucking day.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, your laughter quickly turning into a moan as he captured your lips again, his hands resting on your hips. You jerked forward as one of them moved lower, fingers slipping past the waistband of your jeans and into your panties. 

“Wh...what are you doing?” you asked, arousal already starting to build again.

“You really thought I was done with you?” Dean asked, an amused grin on his face. “Baby, I’m only getting started.”

Your stomach clenched at his words and you couldn’t help but whimper as his fingers found your swollen and sensitive clit. You spread your thighs further as his hand slid lower, his middle finger slipping into your sopping hole.

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Dean breathed. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pumped his finger in and out of you rhythmically, squelching sounds filling the air.

“Dean,” you implored, needing...wanting more. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he said. “Just a few more minutes. I wanna taste you first.”

You nearly came again at his implications. He withdrew his finger from you carefully before reaching for the button on your jeans. You hopped off the table as he helped you undress, his clothes coming off shortly after and joining the pile by the kitchen entrance. 

“Sit,” he commanded, jerking his head towards the chair you had vacated earlier. You hurried over, slick running down the insides of your thighs. You sat on the edge, the wood cold against your ass and backs of your legs.

Anticipation coursed through your veins as Dean slowly stalked towards you, his bare and sweaty skin glistening in the light. “Spread your thighs,” Dean instructed. “Let me see that pretty, little pussy.”

You immediately did as asked, spreading your legs, the cold air hitting your heated skin. “Mmm,” Dean hummed, his eyes glued to your wet folds. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands resting on your own knees. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire before he stooped down, his lips making contact with your clit.

You grunted and shot back in your chair as pleasure washed over you. Before you could even register what was happening, his tongue was rolling over the swollen bud. Your hands found his head, your fingers weaving into his hair and gripping tight as he continued to lap at your juices.

“Dean…. Oh, god, Dean,” you cried out as he switched up his tactics, his mouth latching onto your clit. 

He paused for just a moment to raise his head, his mouth and chin dripping with slick. “You taste so fucking good,” he praised. “So sweet.”

Your hand ran across his sweaty brow before he dipped back down, attacking your tender pussy once more. It wasn’t long before you felt your lower abdomen tightening and the pressure of your next orgasm approaching. 

Dean must have sensed it, too, because he abruptly thrust his finger into your core, crooking his fingertip into your sweet spot while his tongue licked furiously against your nearly oversensitive bundle of nerves. 

You came with a cry of his name on your lips, your muscles contracting as your walls fluttered with aftershocks. “Wow,” you breathed. “Just...just wow.” Dean smirked as he rose up to kiss you, the taste of your juices still on his tongue.

“My turn,” you said, reaching down to grasp his erection in your hand.

Dean jerked forward at your touch, a groan emanating from his chest. “N...not this time, baby,” Dean said, his voice strained. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Next time then?” you asked hopefully.

“Next time,” Dean reassured with a wink. “But right now, I wanna be inside you,” he said lowly.

You bit your lip at his words as he helped you scoot off the chair and onto the floor below. He laid you down gently before settling between your thighs, his erection nudging your folds. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

“More than okay,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

He smiled before pushing himself in. You gasped at the sensation, your pussy taking him completely and without resistance. “Holy hell,” Dean choked out. “Y...you’re so tight, babygirl.”

“Dean, please,” you begged, raising your legs and wrapping them around his waist. 

Dean took your hint, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, setting a brutally fast pace. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

You held onto his shoulders tightly, anchoring his body to yours as he thrust into you, almost desperately. The sounds of skin on skin and the wetness of your pussy filled the room, adding to the passion hanging thick in the air. 

You felt him twitch inside of you as your walls began to flutter around him and you knew he was close. “Baby,” Dean grunted. “I...I wanted to last longer, but...I...I don’t think….”

“It’s okay, Dean,” you said. “I’m not either.”

Dean rocked into you three more times, his thrusts becoming sloppy before he came with a low groan of your name, his cum painting your walls. He continued to move, determined to make you cum a third time. And just like that you did, your walls clamping down so hard Dean grunted. 

You laid on the floor, chests heaving, sweat dripping onto the cold concrete below as you tried to catch your breaths and come back down to reality. Finally, Dean slid out of you gingerly before picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom. He laid you on the bed before exiting the room and coming back with a damp washcloth.

He carefully cleaned you up before tossing the cloth into the corner and joining you, pulling the covers over your exhausted bodies. You snuggled into his side, his arm coming around you. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so damn long time,” Dean suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen.

“Really?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” Dean said, almost bashfully. “I just...well, I never thought you’d go for a guy like me. And then Greg came along….”

“Dean,” you said, your mind reeling with unbelief. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

It was Dean’s turn to look shocked, his green eyes searching your face for any signs of mockery. Finding none, his face broke out into a wide grin as his arm tightened around you.

“Looks like we both get what we want,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“Yeah,” you said contentedly. “Looks like it.”

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Field of Poppies Part 4

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 4: The Shelbys go on holiday to the summer fair. 

             With school on summer holiday, Polly was at her wit's end with the children. While they mostly played outside, they’d always be in and out of the house banging around, tracking mud on the floor, coming in with scraped knees, or crying about something being unfair. Meanwhile, Finn was starting to walk and was also wreaking havoc, pulling on everything not tied down and making quick getaways.

            So, it was decided they would spend some of the holiday on the road with the Strong family. Of course, Tommy and Arthur weren’t exactly pleased. Seeing as the betting shop was just getting up and started, they couldn’t afford to lose out on money. Polly insisted and said Danny and the other men could handle a few weeks.

            Going on seven months pregnant, Amelia was a bit apprehensive about traveling out to the Welsh countryside. However, Tommy assured her that if she were to go into an early labor, she was in capable hands, probably better than any doctor in Birmingham. It was enough to sway her. They all needed a break from the city’s smoke and mud. Some fresh air was bound to do them good.

             And oh how sweet the air smelled once they were finally away from the city limits. Amelia had been to the countryside before but had never joined Tommy’s family to see their kin out on the road. Her parents would never allow her to be near other Travelers, especially ones who tended to be more nomadic in nature than the Shelbys were.

            But Tommy had told her enough stories as a child to make her interested. He tried to scare her with the stories they would tell around the fires. Try to explain the excitement of spring and summer fairs. It seemed like another world when he described it all. To be out in the Welsh wilderness, sleeping under the stars, riding horses all day, spinning yarns about fairies, it seemed to be a child’s dream.

            Now, Amelia was much more aware of the struggles Tommy’s extended family faced. The prejudice and poverty. None of those issues mattered as a child. They had blinders on so they wouldn't see the ugly side of life. All they saw was the fantastical magic the world still held onto. She yearned to have that innocence back but there was no going back.

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            On the second day of traveling to the Black Mountains, Tommy was steering the vardo with Amelia sitting beside him. He held the position naturally, letting the reins be an extension of his arms as he guided the two horses along. Arthur was on another horse, riding along while Polly and the other three children stayed in the back of the wagon.

            “Good to be outside, aye?” Tommy struck up a conversation as a lull in the muggy afternoon settled on them.

            “Oh yes.” Amelia nodded. “Good to see the clear sky instead of smoke.” She joked. "I forgot how blue the sky could get sometimes." 

            “Get used to it. ‘Cause when we’ve got everything going with the shop, m’gonna buy a house out in the countryside.”      

            She smiled. “Is that right?” It wasn’t the first time Tommy made bold claims. Once money started rolling in from the betting shop, he started promising things that sounded outlandish even to Arthur. He promised a brand new luxury car to John, a new five story house for Polly, as many horses as Ada could want, and now a house in the country.

            “Like a cottage. Mum, dad, and I used to rent one for the holidays out in Wiltshire.” She recalled. “Cute little place.”

            “No.” He shook his head, the cigarette in his mouth practically just a bit of ash. “One of those fucking big ones. Like royals have. Dukes 'n whatever they are.”

            “Oh, Thomas, please.” She giggled and nudged him.

            “I’m serious!” He chucked the last bit of his cigarette. “Big place, dozens of bedrooms, proper kitchen, riding stables, maids, cooks, everything. We’ll live there with the baby. He’ll have room to run ‘stead of being cooped up in Small Heath.”

            It sounded wonderful to Amelia, like the stories he used to tell about traveling. But it was so far-fetched. “Can we focus just on what we’ve got now?” She wondered. “Tommy, I’m okay with making do with what I’ve got…and what you and your family have given me.” She touched his knee.

            He glanced over at her, his blue eyes so bright in the summer sun. “You don’t think you deserve more than this?” He wondered. “Wouldn’t you rather a nice big house, proper holidays to places like France?”

            “All those things would be nice but if I never get those things then I’ll be fine. I’m okay with what I have now.” She smiled at him to reassure that there wasn’t anything he needed to prove to her or promise.

            Tommy sighed and his eyes returned to the grassy path ahead of them. “I know the baby’s not mine but…I don’t want any other kid to go hungry like we did. Ain’t right how we were brought up. And if I can change that for my family and for the baby then, why not?”

            Amelia felt she wasn’t in a place to tell if he was right or wrong. So, she leaned over to kiss his cheek affectionately. “You’re a good man, Tommy Shelby.” She said softly. “A very good man.”

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            They met up with the Strongs at their camp and together they moved North to go to the Appleby fair. Ada chattered on to Amelia the whole ride there about how fun the fair was. There were crafts and fortune-tellers and horses, horses, horses. She would see all of her cousins and other distant relatives that they only got to see once in a blue moon. They’d race horses, swap stories, share laughs, and her brothers would box with the Lee boys.

            Although the trip took a little under a week, Amelia was in good spirits the whole way there. Tommy was practically a different person out in the countryside. He knew how to survive in Small Heath and knew how to survive outdoors just as well. He let loose a bit, not bothering to dress up and going barefoot a lot of the times. He smiled more and played with his siblings. It was as if he had left all his worries back in the city.

            Amelia thought he was so beautiful in the sun. His smile brightened ten fold, his eyes sparkled, and he moved as if he didn't have any stress on his shoulders. It warmed her heart to see him play-wrestling with John, riding horses with Ada, and picking up Finn to spin him around. For a moment, she pictured her child in the scene. A little boy or girl toddling after Tommy, looking for his attention. Tommy scooping them up and holding them close, just as a father would.

            All she could do was smile and keep her wide-eyed fantasies to herself. But it was so easy to get caught up in the magic of the forests and fields. It was so easy to get caught up in the smile of Tommy Shelby.

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            Ada was right, there was a lot to be said about the fair. Intricately and brightly painted vardos lined up and many people were milling around. There were people washing their horses in the rivers as children played and splashed one another by the banks.

            After a long journey, Amelia wanted to stretch her legs. Tommy walked with her along the river as the rest of the family prepared camp and watered the horses.

            “Pol said your feet might be hurting these days.” Tommy’s aunt was his go-to to get any pregnancy answers.

            “They’re a bit swollen, the heat doesn’t help,” Amelia admitted. Although getting to walk was nice, she was starting to get flushed in the heat.

            “And uh…any word from home?” He kept his eyes to the ground, kicking a stone along their way.

            “While we’ve been on the road for over a week?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I haven’t gotten any messenger birds.”

            Tommy chuckled. “I meant when we were back home. I mean, we haven’t talked about it much.” He pointed out.

            Her smile faded. “No, I haven’t heard from them. I don’t know if they know where I am but I figured…well, I figured they would’ve thought to try and find me in Small Heath. I don’t know where else I would’ve gone with nothing in me pockets.

            “And the father?” They hadn’t broached the subject before because Polly insisted that he leave the matter be. But curiosity was just too damn tough to ignore.

            “Tom, I told you…”

            “Tommy Shelby!” Someone crowed out ahead of them. Three young men about Tommy and Arthur’s age stopped them.

            His face soured when he saw who was calling him. “Will.” He muttered obviously not in the mood to talk to them.

            “I heard the Shelbys were coming, how the hell are ya?” Will appeared to be the oldest of the three, a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair.

            “Fine, fine.”

           "And he's got someone up the duff." Will smacked a hand to his forehead when he saw Amelia. "Shelby, Shelby, Shelby. What a shame! You have to learn how to pull out or these things happen, Tommy."  He tutted in Shelta. "She is a sight though."

            Amelia suddenly felt very self-conscious about the baby bump showing. Of course, she ought to be showing at her stage of pregnancy, but she wasn’t keen on embarrassing the Shelbys. Especially if Tommy wasn’t actually the father.

            “Watch your fucking mouth.” Tommy spat venomously.

            The Lee brothers jostled each other, pleased that he was fighting back. “Still got that mouth on ya, Tommy Boy, haven’t ya?”

            “Fuck off.” He wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist to steer her away from the brothers. “Fucking lowlifes never know when to shut their mouths..” He muttered under his breath.

            “Still got a fight in ya then? Or are ya too scared to step into the ring with me?” Will taunted after him.

            Amelia felt Tommy’s arm stiffen and he stopped in his tracks. Her eyebrows knit in worry. “Tom…” She warned.

            But he slipped away from her and turned to face the brothers again. “Name a time.”

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            “Ah, it’s never too long ‘til Tommy gets into it with one of the Lees at the fair.” Arthur punched his brother in the arm. “Lucky you got practice with those Birmingham Boys, aye?”

            Tommy avoided Amelia’s questioning glance even though he could feel her eyes on him.

            Polly didn’t even look like she wanted to get into the matter. Men fought at fairs, that was only tradition and it was in good fun most of the time. Besides, Small Heath was much more dangerous than a bout of boxing.

            Around the Shelbys’ camp, there was a buzz in the air of excitement. Music could be heard in a couple of different directions, people laughed and joined each other for a good time around the roaring fires and lanterns. Some girls some yards away were dancing in a circle, their long skirts illuminated by the flames.

            “When can I fight, Pol?” John asked hopefully. “I can take the Lees too!”

            “Hush.” Polly scolded. “When you’re older and you’ve learned how to box properly. I don’t want to bring you home with a broken hand.”

            John grimaced. “I’m old enough.” He muttered.

            “Men don’t pout or slouch.” She said and stood up to tend to Finn who was stirring in the vardo.

            “You gonna kill ‘im then, Tom?” Arthur smirked. “I heard he was…” He made a subtle gesture to Amelia who was talking softly with Ada. The eldest Shelby wanted to mention about how bad Tommy had it for Amelia. It was blatantly obvious to everyone. But neither of them seemed to want to admit it. 

            Tommy tossed a twig into the fire mindlessly. “He’ll learn to keep his fucking mouth shut.” He mumbled.

            “Shelby!” Someone called.

            Arthur grinned and clapped his brother on the back. “Let’s go then.”

            “Tom?” Amelia looked worried when they stood up. “Where are you going?”

            “Gonna go fight, Mel. Tommy’s gonna show them Lees how to throw a good punch”

            “But…” Her stomach went into knots. “Maybe you could stay here and-”

            “Won’t be long, Mel,” Tommy promised.

            “Fine, then I’m coming.” She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders and followed them.

            “Not really for women.” Arthur tried to show opposition to the idea but Tommy didn’t seem to mind. Maybe if she saw him fight, she would know he could hold his own and she wouldn’t have to worry about the betting shop. No longer was he the stick-thin little teenager who was sometimes more bark than bite. No, he’d found his anger and learned to use it to his advantage.

                       The makeshift ring was lit by lanterns and nearby fires. A group was already forming to watch the show. The Lees were riling Will up who was already there, waiting for his opponent. But they all seemed to be in good nature, passing drinks and cigarettes, laughing, and cussing.

            Tommy pulled off his undershirt and handed it to Amelia to hold. She was a bit stunned to see he had a tattoo on his chest. The sun-like lines were certainly new as far as she was aware. But she didn’t mention the ink.

            Arthur was handing his brother a flask, Tommy downing the contents before ducking under the rope.

            The crowd of onlookers was a bit rowdy, pleased to see young blood fighting like real men. Bare knuckles, no weapons, how it was meant to be a Romani man. A good show of tradition.

            Amelia felt her palms start to sweat. Will was a good head taller than Tommy was and seemingly more muscular by his build.

            However, Arthur, standing beside her, looked less than concerned. “He’ll be alright, Mellie. He’s taken down bigger fuckers than this one.” He promised.

            Amelia had seen Tommy fight before, but the last time must’ve been when they were only thirteen. The wiry boy had a habit for picking fights and never staying down even when he was bleeding or had a broken bone. She never seemed to mind seeing him fight while they were in school. But seeing him in the ring with someone bigger than him, it made her stomach flip-flop.

            And Tommy drew out the suspension. He allowed Will to get in a couple of swings, but he dodged them. His size allowed him to be quicker and more agile on his feet. The two circled around each other, fists up by their faces. Will looked smug with himself, confident that he would win. On the other hand, Tommy had fire in his blue-eyes. He wasn't fighting to have a few laughs. 

            “Hit ‘im, Tommy!” Arthur roared after his brother dodged a couple more blows.

            Something changed in Tommy’s eyes as he threw a punch. Amelia could hear the blow land even over the boisterous crowd. She winced and ducked her head a bit. When had she ever been afraid to watch a fight? She must’ve egged on a few scuffles in her day. Goading Tommy to kick in the teeth of the school bully. But when Will landed a punch and she saw Tommy’s head jerk back, she cringed and hid her face in Arthur’s sleeve.

            She could still hear the contact of punches, the sound of the men spurring them on, and the grunts from Will and Tommy as they fought. But she couldn’t bear to watch it.  

            It only took a few minutes before someone was shouting.“Oi, oi! Get ‘im off!”

            “Tom, c’mon, that’s enough!” Arthur moved from Amelia and got into the ring.

            She looked up and saw Tommy on top of Will, pummeling his face. Arthur ripped his brother off.

            "Got fucking devils in them. Those fucking Shelbys are rabid." Someone nearby remarked.

             "Aye, get it from their father. Murder in their blood."

             "Do not let me hear you talking about her again." Tommy threatened in Shelta before he finally let his brother steer him away from the ring. He spat on the ground, leaving the Lees to help an injured Will off the ground. 

            Coated with a sheen of sweat, Tommy was breathing hard. Even in the dim light, Amelia could assess the damage. It seemed Will had taken the brunt of the fight. Tommy only walked away with a bloody lip, a bruise forming on his jaw, and some dirt sticking to his torso.

            “Go wash off and calm the fuck down,” Arthur ordered before heading back toward the camp.

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            Amelia followed Tommy to the river so he could wash the blood and dirt away. She lingered behind as he knelt down on the bank and splash cold water over him.

            “What did you say to him?” She wondered.

            “Nothing.” Tommy shook the water from his hair and wiped his hands over his face.

            “Well, you said something, Tom.”

            He stood and took his shirt back, using it to dry off a bit. “It was nothing.” He said again.

            They stood in silence for a bit. Music still hung in the air as the night wore on. There was an uproar from the crowd, signaling the start of another boxing match.

            Curious, Amelia stepped toward him and splayed her fingers out over his tattoo, following the direction of the lines. “This is new.”

            Tommy felt like his skin was on fire even after the cold douse of water. He couldn’t find the words for a long moment, simply watching her slender fingers trailing over the inked lines. “I-uh…you can’t tell Pol about it.” He tried to hide his stammer. “She’ll fucking kill me.”

            Amelia laughed softly and withdrew her hand. “Alright.” She agreed. “Your secret is safe with me.”                    

            He smiled and threw on the shirt to conceal the tattoo. “C’mon.” He murmured and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

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Request from my AO3 page by Kittynation08:  Hello, i was wondering if you could please do kaminari x reader x kirishima in the fantasy au with nsfw please. Like they are going around with bakugou and kirishima goes into his rut and then kaminari joins in as well. Thank you and i really enjoy your fic

Pairing: Dragon!Kirishima x F!Reader x Dragon!Kaminari 

Word Count: 3.8k

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“DAMN IT, YOU TWO!” Bakugou roars at the pair of mighty dragons in front of him as if they were mere fleas. The larger dragon, red scaled with black arched horns and claws, bows his head in shame and apology at the raging blonde barbarian. The smaller dragon, yellow scaled with no horns but a distinctly shaped patch of black scales along his neck, presses his belly and the underside of his jaw against the ground while averting his gaze from the man. 

What was supposed to be a successful and easy raid turned into a disaster when Bakugou Katsuki’s dragons got too worked up and began aggressively fighting each other when one had gotten too close to the other. The fiasco allowed a band of soldiers to escape with a large portion of his loot and, needless to say, the man was not pleased by it. 

“What are your problems?! I’ll kill you both if you don’t knock it the hell off!” Bakugou continues to fume. A moment passes under his furious glare before the dragons’ bodies release thick clouds of steam. The hot wind blows Katsuki’s hair back, but he otherwise doesn’t budge and impatiently glares ahead.

Two men emerge from the steam clouds, covering their bare bodies with silks and furs used as makeshift saddles in their dragon forms. The red dragon, now a tall red-haired man with a broad chest and shoulders, rubs the back of his neck and bares his sharp teeth in a sheepish smile. His name is Eijirou Kirishima. 

“Sorry, man. It’s… that time of the year ya know?” He says. Katsuki grinds his teeth and growls at them. 

“No, obviously I don’t know.” Bakugou barks back. 

“Mating season.” The other man fills in the blank, once the striking yellow dragon and now a man more slender than the other with yellow hair bearing a distinctly shaped black patch, and yellow eyes, “It’s our ruts. Our hormones are going insane.”  At the blunt explanation, Bakugou’s head dips back in surprise and his ears tinge red at the tips but he covers his embarrassment with a loud scoff.

“Well you listen to me, not your damn hormones. If you can’t keep from trying to bite each other’s heads off then you’re of no fucking use to me, so go deal with it and don’t come back until you do!” He shouts at the two men before stalking off angrily. Kirishima and Kaminari stare awkwardly at each other for a moment. 

“And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down.” Kaminari lilts, smiling contagiously. Kirishima can’t suppress his laughter and shakes his head, turning in the opposite direction of Katsuki and cocking his head at Kaminari to follow. 

“C’mon, we’d better get out of here and ‘deal with it’ before Katsuki really loses it.” 

They both walk into the forest and separate to search for relief from the growing heat building up in them. As time passes, and the setting sun burns out into dusk to reveal the luminous full moon, Eijirou begins to sweat from the heat radiating from his tense body as the bestial desire within him becomes restless with hunger. The core of the heat screams for attention between his legs and strains against the fabric of his pants; Eijirou becomes hyper aware of the feeling of his clothes against his body, the sound of the breeze grazing by his ears, and the smell of—. 

Eijirou stiffens completely, pupils blowing with lust, and grinds his teeth against the shudder that runs through his body directly to his groin.

A woman.  

Kirishima immediately begins following the scent, thoughts becoming duller and hazier as the alluring scent permeates his senses. He soon finds you near the Enchanted Lake, humming softly to yourself as you pick the coveted fruits and berries from trees and bushes taking nutrients from the lake’s mystical waters through their roots. Your neck is exposed and your shirt reveals the valley between your breasts that travels tantalizingly down beneath. You look absolutely delectable. 

“Don’t you know the Enchanted Lake is dangerous?” You hear a husky voice growl out, startling you. Your gaze snaps up from your basket of fruits to see a young man emerging from the surrounding forest. His crimson eyes are fixed on you in an intense stare, his beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and his broad, bare chest heaving up and down slowly with purposeful breaths. He continues to approach you, and you can see the muscles tensing along his body. 

“So I’ve been told…” You answer. Before this man who exudes such a male presence you find yourself feeling like the only woman in the world and you aren’t sure if that’s a good or bad thing. You slowly stand to meet the handsome stranger as he stops in front of you. It seems like he almost reaches out for you, but he stops himself before he does. His strong scent reminds you of autumn leaves and a crackling campfire. It starts to intoxicate you and you breathe in more deeply. 

“What are you doing out here?” He asks lowly, gaze dropping to travel the length of your body.  You suppress a shudder. In the back of your mind you know you should be wary of this strange man, but there’s something so mystical about him and your grip on those thoughts start to slip. 

“What are you?” You ask, voice no stronger than a breathy whisper. The red-haired man doesn’t seem bothered that you ignored his question. Instead, the corners of his lips pull upwards into a smile, revealing his sharp teeth. You gasp quietly at the sight of them and he chuckles, reaching up to  take a strand of your hair between his fingertips. 

“Take a guess.” He responds playfully. His head dips down of its own accord to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, hand in your hair falling to grip gently at your waist. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hot skin brushing against yours. There, he takes a long, deep breath. You smell absolutely incredible. When he exhales, it comes out almost like a growl. 

You open your eyes to look at him and you catch the sight of red scales gathered over the back of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens a little and you suddenly feel the prodding of sharp nails in your skin. The man goes rigid and he forces himself back from you. When you see his face, it’s twisted in concentration and almost… pain?

“Sorry.” He grunts out, peeking one eye open to look at you and mustering a charming smile, “I don’t mean to scare you. I’m not usually like this.”

His breath hitches again and he closes his eyes with another grunt. Before your eyes, two glossy black rigid horns emerge from his head of red hair, curving upward and glinting in the moonlight. “Don’t get the wrong idea about dragons because of me, okay?” Your eyes widen at his revelation.

“You’re... a dragon?” You speak in disbelief, eyes widening in awe and wonder. You’ve longed for this moment your entire life, but never did you imagine your dream would ever come to fruition. You’re a seeker of knowledge; all things rare and unfamiliar are beautiful to you, but dragons… dragons always fascinated you the most. Little is known about them since so few men ever lived to document their observations or encounters with them, yet here one stands before you in human form— you didn’t even know dragons had human forms. And his is rather… well endowed, you notice as you glance down at the none-too-subtle erection the man is sporting with a blush.

You realize that spring has begun, referred to by many the season of “new life”. He must be affected by the breeding season. The thought has you feeling a bit hot and bothered with shameful images crossing your mind. 

“I… I’ve always been fascinated with dragons.” You admit shyly, looking at the man through your eyelashes. He looks back at you and clenches his jaw before letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t say things like that right now, gorgeous.” He warns, “It’s hard enough already not to…” The man trails off, a blush coloring his cheeks. You can’t help but giggle at his out-of-place bashfulness. 

“Maybe you could… teach me a thing or two about dragons.” You suggest with as much nonchalance as you can muster, slowly reaching up to brush your fingers against the hard ridges of his black horns. He lets out a harsh breath and closes his eyes in pleasure, giving you a thrilling sense of empowerment. 

“You want to know more about me?” He asks in a low, husky tone. He looks down at you with heated crimson eyes as he takes your wrist and pulls it from his horns to his lips, “Who am I to deny you? We can come to know each other very intimately.”

He pulls your wrist over his shoulder, bringing you flush against his broad, firm chest. Instinctively, you brace your other hand against his chest and feel how hot his skin is. The man dips his head beside yours and he nibbles on your earlobe before gently latching his lips to the skin just below it and sucking gently. Your breath catches and you tilt your head to allow him more access, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. 

“What’s your name?” You ask. He pulls away, lips quirked up into a smile and he tilts his head slightly while he looks from your tempting lips to your eyes.

“Eijirou.” He answers, and you repeat it softly, enjoying the way it leaves your lips. He seems to enjoy the sound just as much as you, and he suddenly leans in dangerously close, trapping you within his mesmerizing eyes like wildfire. “This is your last chance to stop me.” He warns in a low voice that nearly makes you shudder. You can feel his breath on your skin and his hands latch onto your hips. 

“Sorry, no objections here.” You smile, reaching on your tiptoes and pressing your lips firmly to his. He returns the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, his grip tightening on you and pulling you closer. He coaxes your lips apart and as his tongue teases yours, you taste the heat— almost like spices. The two of you break apart breathing heavily, and you see his eyes darkened with lust and primal desire. 

“And your name?” He asks, nipping at your bottom lip. You answer and he swallows your name in another breathtaking kiss. He becomes rougher, kissing and marking down your neck while his hands slide up your waist to cup at your breasts through your shirt. You run your hands along his chest, scratching lightly along his stomach, over his nipples, and around his back where you feel the rough texture of scales here and there. Eijirou relishes in your touch, growling against your skin as he kisses along your neck and the exposed expanse of your chest and collar bones. 

The two of you sink to the cool dirt and Eijirou pulls your shirt away from your body, large hands engulfing your breasts and massaging them. He sucks and kisses at your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin while his thumb and forefinger rolls and pinches your nipple between them, drawing out a small moan from you as you arch your back into his touch. He nudges your thighs apart to rest over his hips on either side and you feel his hardness pressing against your excited heat. 

As he dips down to bring your nipple into his mouth, his hips rut against yours and his length rubs deliciously against your clit through your tight cloth pants. A moan escapes you again and you reach to grasp his horns, grinding your hips up into his in return. He groans and sucks harshly on your nipple, making you give a small yelp and buck your hips again into his. He shudders when you grip his horns tightly and pulls away from you to rip your pants and undergarments from your body, leaving you completely bare before him. 

The way he stares at your body makes you grow wetter with anticipation and excitement. Eijirou caresses your thigh, scratching lightly at the insides with his nails as he gently parts your legs. He takes in a deep breath, smelling your arousal, and lets out a long, low groan. His fingers trace your wet opening, teasing your entrance and rubbing over your clit before he slowly sinks two fingers inside you without any resistance, and you moan out in desire. He pumps his fingers in you for a few moments, scissoring them inside you, before pulling them out.

"I can't wait any longer." He murmurs, voice thick with lust as he discards his pants to reveal his need. He's thick and so hard you can see the veins along the side. You honestly aren’t sure how he'll fit inside you, but the thought oddly turns you on. Eijirou kisses you before turning you onto your belly. You get the hint and quickly slide your knees up beneath you to raise your core into the air as a presentation to him. The sound he makes when you do this is animalistic and raw, and suddenly you feel his body drape over yours, hot chest baring down on your upper body and jaw clamping down on the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

Your body twitches in anticipation, but only for a few seconds before you feel the large head of his cock pressing into your wet opening. He pushes his hips into yours, his rock hard cock sliding deeper within you and stretching you until your mouth is gaping open and your nails are digging into the cool dirt for something to ground yourself with. 

You've never felt so full. Eijirou is quick to begin thrusting into you with deep, pulsing thrusts that don't see more than an inch or two of his length leaving you. You feel lost for breath as he sharply thrusts against the deepest part of your core, his girth rubbing against your walls in the most pleasurable way. You hardly recognize your own voice in the moans Eijirou draws from you. 

Eijirou withdraws from your neck and you hear and feel his harsh panting in your ear. His breath is hot, and you see wisps of dark smoke curling around your neck from his breaths, reminding you of what he is and sparking a surge of even more arousal in your core. He starts pulling back more, thrusting more fully into you and you hear the slap of his skin against yours. The change in force has you crying out beneath him and pushing your hips back into his, making him grunt and moan. One arm wraps around your hips and pulls them flush against his while he begins to rub at your throbbing clit.

"F-fuck! Eijirou…" You moan out desperately, hips jerking at the new sensation, though his grip tightens to keep them still against his onslaught of pleasure. He lets out a loud groan when you tighten around him from the added pleasure. With the added stimulation, you feel the coil in your lower belly tightening quickly. "Sh-Shit, I'm—" You try to hold yourself together, to pull your hips away from his devilish fingers that are hurling you to the edge so damn quickly, but it only presses you further against him and him further into you. You gasp. 

"Eijirou!" You nearly scream at the sensations, but just as the coil within you is about to snap, Eijirou stills completely. You nearly cry out at the sudden loss right at the critical moment, but the chilling sound of the furious growl that you feel against your back from Eijirou stops you immediately. You whip your head around and gasp in shock when you see another man at the edge of the clearing, watching you. In panic, you try to scramble out from under Eijirou, but he grips you with enough force to stop a lion and holds you against him, though he drapes his body over yours in a way to hide your indecency. 

"Kaminari" is the only thing you can make out between Eijirou's rumbling snarls. It must be the man's name because he responds. He moves closer despite Eijirou's obvious protests, albeit cautiously. He's handsome; leaner than Eijirou but alluring in an almost cat-like way. 

"C'mon, man." He calls out in a pleading voice, reaching down to palm at his groin as if he can’t help himself, "There's no one else around here for miles and even if there was I wouldn't smell them over you two. You know how much torture it is to witness this without any relief of my own?" 

He looks terribly hot and bothered. You find yourself rubbing your legs together out of sympathy just looking at him, eliciting a mix between a groan and hiss from Eijirou as he tries to stand his ground. You then notice the yellow scales lining the stranger's arms and shoulders and realize he too must be a dragon with the way he interacts with Eijirou as if he knows him well. The thought has you excited, and that excitement throbs all the way down to your filled core, causing Eijirou to dig his nails into your skin. 

"Eijirou…?" You whisper softly, not taking your eyes off Kaminari. He seems to understand what you're asking. His hand runs along your thigh in response as he mulls it over. Now that he's had some relief, he has a tiny bit of clarity that agrees to give mercy to his friend. And to you as well it seems. 

Eijirou hums at Kaminari and lifts your upper body gently onto your hands before resuming to softly thrust into your heat to rekindle the burning embers of your prior passion. The sight of yellow eyes on you makes your body tingle in awareness and you try to muffle your moan in embarrassment. Kaminari's lips twitch upward in a mesmerized grin before he slowly advances toward you again, disrobing as he does. He's not as thick as Eijirou, but he has considerable length with a slight curve. 

He pumps himself as he takes the final steps towards you. Eijirou growls slightly and thrusts a little harder and faster into you, making you squeak, but does nothing else to stop Kaminari. You stare hungrily up at him as he gets in front of you and caresses your jaw softly. You brace a hand against his thigh and lean to lick at his cock. He sighs out in pleasure when you take the reddened head into your mouth and suck gently. You ease him further into you mouth until you feel him against the back of your throat and Kaminari grips your hair in his hands and he groans loudly. Eijirou begins to thrust harder, rocking your body and bobbing your head up and down Kaminari's length. Kaminari's hands help keep your rhythm to Eijirou's thrusts and you start sucking at him fervently once you're comfortable. Kaminari's head tips back and he pants out in grunts and moans, tugging at your hair and running his fingers along your scalp in a way that has you moaning as well around him. 

Fingers find their way to your clit once again and another pinches your nipple in tandem, and you shriek in surprise and overwhelming pleasure. Eijirou's fingers rub at your sensitive pearl with a speed and precision that has tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the white-hot pleasure. You pull off Kaminari’s cock and cry out desperately, bucking back into Eijirou.

"Ei- Eijirou, I can't— I'm— Ah!!! I'm cumming!" You babble before closing your eyes tightly and letting out a high-pitched moan when you finally are thrown off the edge, tumbling into absolute bliss.

Eijirou grunts in approval, thrusts never slowing, and grabs your arms to pull you up fully onto your knees. You can only moan and whimper as he rides your orgasm out, the only thing preventing you from falling face first into the ground a limp, blissful mess being Eijirou holding you up by your arms. Eijirou suddenly bites down hard on your shoulder and buries himself within you as far he can manage and releases into your heat with a guttural moan.

He pulls out of you slowly, and you feel the product of your passion dripping down your thighs. The spent redhead falls backward to lean against a large rock behind him while breathing heavily. You open your eyes to see Kaminari in front of you, pumping himself quickly to the sight of you so blissed out. You beckon him and he wastes no time in getting on his haunches, gently pushing at your shoulders to lie in Eijirou's lap as he yanks your thighs over his. 

You moan from the oversensitivity when Kaminari rubs himself along your soaking folds, bumping your clit and giving you shocks of pleasure. You feel Eijirou's hands run along your chest and cup at your breasts, and then Kaminari pushes within you, reaching a depth that leaves you breathless. When he withdraws, the curve of his cock drags against your sweet spot and you yelp, thighs jerking against his grip. He grins at your reaction and squeezes your thighs excitedly. Kaminari starts thrusts quickly in and out of you until you're seeing stars with a fast-approaching second orgasm. 

"Kami— n-nari…" You groan, reaching down to grab his wrists on your thighs for something to ground yourself with. "O-oh!" 

"Shit," Kaminari groans, thrusting frantically as he approaches his release. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into the meat of your inner thighs and scratching electrifies your core with pleasure-pain and you cum hard, clamping tightly down onto Kaminari with a shout. Kaminari joins in right along with you, pressing himself as far against you as he can while his cock releases thick spurts of cum inside you.

Kaminari collapses onto your equally limp body, still within you and breathing heavily. You close your eyes tiredly and smile at the relaxing feeling of Eijirou carding his fingers through your hair and along your scalp. 

"So," Eijirou begins and you can hear the smile in his voice, "Did you learn what you wanted to about dragons?"

You giggle in response and open your eyes to stare up into his warm, red eyes. "Absolutely. All that and more." 

"Ah, this was to learn more about us, was it? Well maybe it doesn't have to be your last lesson then." Kaminari suggests, voice muffled from his place between your breasts, eyes still shut in contented afterglow. You bite your lip and grin at his words.

"I am quite the avid learner.” 

[mrsbhandari]

Bad Words

A/N: Hi!! I didn’t realize that I didn't post this on here, so I figured why not ya know? I hope you like this!!

Word Count: 4,620

Warnings: NSFW, language

Summary: The Crew has a bet to see who can make you cuss first, and Colt has a certain strategy.

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“Somehow you don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt,” Colt snapped, pushing his chest out and face close to Logan’s. Their latest spat’s cause was unknown to you, but you immediately yelled out from your spot on the couch set against the back wall of the garage. 

“Knock it off!” You hadn’t even looked up from your studying but you could feel the childish glares you were getting. “You two are grown men and yet you fight over such childish things, like who gets to ride shotgun.”

“That’s not what--” Colt started to argue but her own glare cut him off. 

“I don’t give a…” Your voice briefly raised and every gang member in the garage immediately stopped to hear if you were really going to say a bad word. It had become somewhat of a competition to see who could make you say one first with a cash prize for the winner. Toby, being the most honest person in the crew, told you, and you made it your mission to never swear anywhere the crew could hear it. 

After Toby told you, it flitted into your mind that you never really  cussed  as you never had a reason to. Any anger or other strong feeling you had could be expressed without going ‘dirty,’ plus your father’s tight leash kept your throat tight, refusing to let even a hint of ‘fuck’ or ‘bitch’ through. Even among criminals who had seen the inside of a jail cell, you couldn’t find it within yourself to say something like that, especially for no reason. However, the challenge was getting harder and harder the more they tried. 

Mona and Logan both went the flirty route, trying to whisper in your ear and seduce you into saying something bad, but you never gave in. Toby and Ximena had gone the playful route, trying as often as they could to annoy you into saying something for one of them to win. They’d follow you around, repeat things over and over in your ear, and knock the pencil out of your hand when you tried getting work done. Meanwhile, Colt had a more leisurely strategy--in that he didn’t seem to have one at all. Toby informed you that he had placed a bet on himself to win, but that he had been very mysterious about how he was going to. He was a wild card. 

The thought made you lay awake at night, listening to Logan’s light snoring on the couch in his loft. If you had to be completely honest, you always caught the way Colt’s eyes would burn into you when you weren’t looking, or how his touch lingered just barely when he was showing you how to repair something. You often wore shorts around the garage with the hot LA weather, but the heat from his gaze running over the smooth skin of your legs was hotter than any summer you’d ever experienced. 

You always pushed the thought of dating him out of your mind, but couldn’t help the constant drifting of your mind to him, hot and cocky with a smug smile and muscles for days. The leather jacket and jeans hid a lot, but the white t-shirt he wore when he was working on his motorcycle left you breathless, shaping the much wanted sight of his skin underneath the fabric that you so desperately wanted to yourself. You needed that hot breath on your cheek, carrying with it a daring taunt as he moved his lips down your neck. You needed him to surround you, the remedy for the heat being the sweet release only he could give you. 

You recognized that you had trailed off and been silent just a beat too long, cheeks flushed as Colt’s fiery and defiant gaze landed on you. “I don’t care what you were fighting about or who started it. If I can hear your stupid fight through my music, it needs to stop,” you call, looking back down to indicated that you were done talking about it. The grumblings of the boys slowly ceased until all you could hear was the music in your ears, soothing you as you worked through the calculus problems on the page in front of you. Colt went back to tinkering with his bike and you saw Logan walk back to the small kitchen. So that’s what they were fighting about, you thought. Colt hates Logan bringing food near his bike.

You kept your eye on Colt as he worked. His muscles were glistening with sweat and your eyes hungrily raked over them, thanking whatever urge made him want to wear a tank top instead of his usual short sleeved tee. Keeping your head down but your eyes forward, you continued watching closely when he stood from the bike and stretched, ass filling out his jeans perfectly and abs highlighted from his now see-through, sweat-soaked shirt. You could feel your panties dampen at the sight and thought of how it would feel to have your bare skin against his while he thrusts into you, moaning in your ear as you--

He caught your eye and winked, sending a rush of blood to your neck and face. He enjoyed teasing you relentlessly, noticing some of the longing glances you send him, so he walked over to your spot on the couch. You looked up and immediately became eye-level with his crotch, swallowing heavily. Logan was still in the kitchen, Toby was waist-deep underneath a car, and the girls of the garage were on a job; it was just you, Colt, and the ungodly look in his eye. 

“Like what you see?” He still loomed over her, a smug smile making your face grow even hotter than it already was. He sat down next to you, causing your body to go rigid as you felt the sticky sheen of sweat covering the arm that was touching your shoulder. He smelled of grease and...lemon? You looked down at his hands and saw that they were clean, so he must’ve used a cleaner rag to wipe them off before he sat with you. “I don’t think you mind getting dirty like me, huh?” he spoke low in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine.

Realizing you hadn’t answered his question, you shrugged, hands still clutching your homework. If your mind hadn’t been so clouded with the pure scent of him, you might’ve been embarrassed with your grip. Alas, all you could think about was the heat of his arm next to yours and the droplet of sweat on his neck that ran down his shoulder until it stopped at the edge of the thin fabric. Gently, he pried the pencil and clipboard away from you before placing your hand on his stomach. His eyes stayed on your face, trying to detect any sort of hesitation, but all he found was complete fascination in your face. 

The feeling of someone’s stomach flexing under your fingertips was foreign and it must’ve been obvious on your face because Colt laughed, causing his muscles to ripple and contract. The fabric was wet and with anyone else, you would’ve been a little grossed out, but Colt was smiling at you with a mischievous glint in his eye and he was leaning forward and oh my god he glanced down at your lips and was going to kiss you--

“Like what you feel?” His lips brushed yours as he whispered the question, taunting your innocence with his devilish temptation. Your mouth was open slightly, fully ready for something you’d been waiting for since you’d joined the Crew, and he detected that desperation and something else (lust? He didn’t know you were capable of that.) in your eyes. His large hands were still covering your own, and he took advantage of that to guide them down the front of his jeans, hissing when your fingertips brushed the large bulge that had formed. You began to palm him through the thick fabric, listening for the happy sighs and quiet whimpers he let out. 

“Come to my room tonight,” he whispered, hot breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. Suddenly feeling insecure, you withdrew your hand, prompting a sad whimper to fall from his lips. He internally cursed himself for such a pathetic sound, but he couldn’t help himself around you. His mind was filled with fantasies involving your lips on him, everywhere you could reach. 

“This isn’t just about the bet, is it?” You prepared yourself for his answer that would imply you’re nothing to him, but it never came. Instead, rough fingertips caressed your cheek, bringing your faces closer together until your lips met in a sweet kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for...a while. The bet is a perk,” he admitted, giving a sheepish smile that felt wrong on his typically confident and serious face. 

“What makes you think I’ll let you win?” you challenged, eyebrows raising in a defiant expression. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, grabbing it and applying barely-there pressure that made your breath hitch.

“I’ll win.” His tone made goosebumps form on your arms.

“Hey, you get your hands off her!” Logan yelled upon his return from the kitchen. Colt huffed in annoyance at the interruption and removed his hand from your chin. You found yourself aching from the loss. 

“Or what? She’s not yours, you know. She was free to say no,” Colt scoffed and stood, body tensing in preparation for a fight. 

“You’re a perv. She probably--” 

“Will both of you shut up?” you yelled, pushing the two boys apart. Toby rolled out from under the car he was working on to gawk. “God, you’re both so annoying!” You huffed and collected your books from the coffee table to bring up to Logan’s loft. Colt and Logan stared silently at you as you disappeared up the stairs before turning back to each other, glaring daggers. Toby whistled.

“Hey! You heard her, stop being annoying.” He muttered a few more choice words and slid back under the car. 

An hour later, you’d finished your homework and were spread out on Logan’s bed reading when you heard a knock at the door. 

“Yes?” you asked, eyes still trained on the pages. 

“I-uh,” a voice stammered, and you smiled upon recognizing it. “I wanted to apologize. You know, if you felt like you couldn’t say no.” Cold had a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he stood at the top of the stairs leading to the loft, looking insecure. His usual cockiness was replaced with something softer, and you decided it was a cute look on him that you hoped only you saw. You turned your eyes back to your book, wanting to make him sweat a little bit. You forced your voice to sound bored. 

“If I didn’t want it, you would’ve known. You forget my dad is a cop, don’t you?” You and your father’s relationship was a little strained, but that didn’t mean you were going to ignore the self-defense lessons you’ve had. You can practically hear the grimace at the mention of your dad. 

“...Are you still coming tonight?” His voice sounded more confident, demanding an answer rather than asking for it. You rubbed your thighs together at the tone, but you were determined to not give up your hand. 

“Sleeping in your room? Yes. Coming?” You flick your eyes to meet his in a challenge. “That depends on you.”

His eyes narrowed and he knit his brows, seemingly searching for the source of the confidence he had never seen from you before. Even on jobs, there always seemed to be a voice nagging you about failure, making you hesitate and second guess yourself even when that wasn’t an option. Watching you silence that voice in favor of taunting him was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He sent you a smirk, cocky attitude masking his anxiety.

“We’ll see.” He turned to leave, but your voice stopped him. 

“You’re sure this isn’t about the bet?” The sudden tone shift from cocky to soft surprised you despite the words falling from your own mouth. 

“Yes. Although I can promise you…” He paused to give you a wicked smile. “You will be screaming all types of things when I--”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Logan cut him off, glaring at his rival standing slightly away from the staircase. You wondered if Logan would push him down the stairs had Colt been closer.

“He and I were just talking, Logan. No need to get your boxers in a twist,” you chided, trying to diffuse the situation with the same wit you saw from both boys every day. The more time Colt and Logan had to spend in the same space, the less patience they had for each other. Your comment only seemed to fuel Colt’s own insults.

“Yeah, asshole. Am I not allowed to talk to her now? There you go again, Logan, acting like you own her.” Colt smirked as Logan’s hands bunched up to fists at his side. Your own loud sigh pulled both their attention away from each other. 

“I give up! I’m reading with Toby,” you huffed, closing your book and walking back to the garage. Toby was still swearing underneath the car, so you sat on the floor next to him and opened your book again. He rolled out, took one look at your annoyed expression, and rolled back under the vehicle. Colt and Logan seemed to finally get the message and separated themselves to avoid fighting and pissing you off even more. 

The hours came and went until you finally got off the floor and closed your book, stretching your sore muscles. Toby had left to sleep a while ago. Colt had come back after dinner to work on his bike again while Logan was in his room getting ready for bed. Colt’s eye caught your own and he stood to walk over to you, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. He ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to your neck, slowly trailing his lips up to yours. You were breathless, gently squeezing his biceps to feel the tough muscle surrounding you. Your hands drifted down across his stomach until you found one of the belt loops of his jeans. Experimentally, you pulled his hips closer to yours and gasped at how hard he already was through the thick denim. Just as you were getting a delightful rhythm of friction started, he smiled against your lips and pulled away. 

“Handsy. Gotta save some of my tricks for tonight, you know.”

Everyone had returned from their jobs and found refuge in their rooms, including you and Logan. You knew that if you told him that you weren’t going to sleep in his room, Logan was going to have a complete conniption, so you elected to just wait until he fell asleep on his couch before leaving. Did you feel bad sneaking around? Yes, but your sanity and the brief minute of peace was quite worth it. After what seemed like hours, Logan’s breath evened out, his chest gently rising and falling. As quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed, briefly pausing when Logan’s hand moved to fall from his stomach to the side of his makeshift bed. He remained still, so you tip-toed out of the room and softly descended the stairs. 

Colt’s room was just down the hall jutted off from the garage, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach threatening to overtake you. You had never been in his room and your mind ran wild with what you thought it would look like. You pictured angry posters on the walls, dark lighting, and little else. You knew that this wasn’t his evil lair, but Colt was so guarded that it was hard to imagine him with anything in his room that hinted at having a life outside the Crew. You approached his door and put your hand on the knob, hesitating before turning it. You opted not to knock, knowing that criminals are light sleepers. 

The room was dark but through the dim lighting, you could make out the sparsely decorated walls and empty desk. A bed was pushed to one corner and you gently smiled at the large mound buried under black blankets. Closing the door behind you to shut both of you in the room, you walked to the bed and sat on the edge. Colt didn’t budge.

Correction: Most criminals are light sleepers.

Quietly humming, your fingers found themselves wound in his soft hair, massaging his scalp. A sleepy groan erupted from him as he opened his eyes and focused on you above him. He looked peaceful as the two of you sat there, relishing the feeling of touching and being touched. After a few minutes, he reached a hand up to the one tangled in his hair and pulled it to his lips, kissing your fingertips before pulling you down so that you were laying flush against him on the bed. 

“Can I kiss you?” he spoke suddenly, voice raspy but words soft. You breathed out a quick yes for him before his lips found yours. You opened your mouth into the kiss to give him full access. His tongue moved languidly and lazily across yours while his hands drifted lower, cupping your ass and kneading the flesh under the fabric of your shorts. You had tiny pajama shorts on and he loved how little was left to the imagination. His kisses increased in their urgency until they moved down your neck, alternating between playful nipping and running his tongue over the marks he created. You sat up and threw a leg over his hips so that he was trapped between your thighs, a location he never wanted to leave. His eyes lit up at the position as he grabbed your waist and held onto you hard enough to leave bruises. You wore a cropped t-shirt and he reveled in the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips, his hands barely brushing past the waistband of your shorts. He broke away from you and snapped the fabric against your skin, playfully asking you to undress for him. 

“I want to hear you,” you said, milking the fact that you had Colt “Touch Me and Die” Kaneko underneath you. He pulled you down to his face and moved his head to talk into your ear. 

“I want you to ride me until you scream, baby,” he growled before giving you a rough bite on your neck, sure to leave a mark that could barely be covered with makeup in the morning. 

“Hm, what happened to the tired boy I found a few minutes ago?” 

“Well, you took too long. I figured you changed your mind and went to sleep.”

“I didn’t want Logan to hear me.” His eyes darkened and he gave a smug smile. 

“On the contrary, I want everyone to hear you.”

“So you can win the bet?” This time, the question was amid giggles instead of laced with insecurity. 

“I hadn’t thought of it, but now that you mention it…” You had been slowly undressing yourself as you spoke and his eyes raked over your naked body, drinking in the perfect sight of your bare skin that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. He got his wish as you settled back down on his body, feeling a prominent bulge under the sweatpants slung low on his hips. You ground down against him, both of your moans mixing in the air at the feeling. He pulled your hips down to gain even more friction before he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Wanna- fuck -taste you. Please,” he whimpered, his voice wanton. He must have sensed the confusion in your eyes on how to go about that because he gently gripped the bottom of your thighs to lift you up as he shifted his body until his head was directly under your dripping core. His gaze locked on yours and you almost came right there from the look in his eye, so desperate and hungry.  I made him like this, you thought, face flushing from more than the feeling of his hands gripping your ass, pulling you downward until he gave you a tentative lick.

You cried out in bliss, your head thrown back and fingers tangled in the soft black mop of hair on his head. He took that as a sign to continue, so his lips returned to your folds, hyper aware of every movement you made above him. He moaned into you, the vibrations bringing you ever closer to your peak. Your jaw was slack, loud moans erupting from your lips uninterrupted. You figured you should care about the sleep of the other people sleeping in the hall and in the loft, but you were unable to focus on anything besides the pure ecstasy Colt was giving you. He doubled his efforts, both to make you come over his face and say some semblance of a bad word among the mutterings of “please, yes, more, Colt” that were falling from your mouth. His lips closed around your clit and his tongue traced illegible shapes there, finally pushing you over the edge. 

“FUCK, Colt…!” you practically screamed as you rocked your hips against his mouth, thoroughly covering his chin and lips with your juices. When you were close to crossing the fine line into over stimulation, you finally climbed off him and caught your breath. His breathing evened out before you, and he finally looked over at you. 

“You said it,” he said, mouth open in surprise and lips still glistening from his meal. Your mind connected the pieces. 

“You didn’t think I would--” He shook his head, heart bruising his rib cage. “This really wasn’t for the bet?” The thought had always been on the back burner, but you figured that you could at least get a good fucking from it before confronting being used by a boy you had been pining after for weeks. He barked out a short laugh. 

“No! I kind of used that to talk up my game. Like I said, I’ve wanted this for a while,” he breathed out, chest falling in another irregular pattern. “I thought you were with Logan, so I didn’t want to--” 

He was cut off by your lips on his in a sweet and passionate kiss. “Well, you’ve won the bet now, so do you want to continue?” You raised an eyebrow and licked your lips, hoping to get the suggestive point across. His cock twitched in his boxers, precum staining the fabric underneath his sweatpants. Your hands slowly inched towards the waistband, subconsciously drawn to him as his breath hitched. After getting a small nod from Colt, you eagerly pulled his pants and underwear off, taking him into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and tongue to take as much of him into your mouth as possible until he hit the back of your throat, causing his hips to involuntarily thrust into your mouth. The abrupt heat surrounding his member surprised him, prompting him to moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair. 

“Fuck, just like-ooh…. ” His head tipped back but he quickly pulled it forward to watch you work him. You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before moaning around his tip, causing his toes to curl and his brain to lose all function. Gently, he pulled your hair to get you off him to avoid coming before he wanted to. He rose to his feet and turned to you, pulling your body to the edge of the bed. Instinctively, you spread your legs for him and he stood quietly, drinking in the perfect sight of you so ready for him to fuck you. 

“You’re mine, you know that?” he snarled, prompting a moan from you. “Tell me, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Colt, please let me come on your cock. Please…” you moaned, fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles into the skin. He grabbed your wrists and lifted them above your head, securing them with one hand while using the other to line up his dick with your entrance. With a swift movement, he buried himself inside you. You both adjusted quickly and he was soon pounding into you, gripping tight onto your hips. You knew he was going to leave bruises and just the thought of looking at your body in the morning and seeing them brought you to the brink of bliss.

“Fuck, Colt, I’m gon-” Before you could finish your sentence, he moved a thumb over your clit and rubbed vigorously, trying hard to get you to come.

“Do it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he yelled, and you answered with your own shouts of expletives that were sure to be heard by everyone in the garage. You couldn’t find it in yourself to actually give a fuck as your back arched and wave after wave of pure bliss washed over you. The clenching of your walls around his dick pushed him over with a short of your name as he shuddered above you. Out of breath, you both collapsed onto the bed, overcome with sudden exhaustion at your activity. As you both laid there, you found yourself unable to stop an onslaught of giggles. Colt eventually joined in, slinging an arm over you until his hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together.

“What the fuck are we laughing at?” Colt asked after minutes of trying to catch his breath. 

“Logan’s gonna be so pissed!”

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You had fallen asleep in his arms after you both cleaned up, but waking up and moving around proved to be painful, each muscle aching. You both somehow got enough clothes on to be considered decent, so you made your way down to the break room for a quick breakfast. What you found was a very unhappy welcome from Logan. 

“You’re a slut,” was the first thing out of his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” you said, raising an eyebrow and preparing a swift punch by cranking your arm back. He shook his head and pushed past you to glare at Colt, who wore a smug smile on his face. 

“You.” Logan jabbed a finger into his chest. “A total fucking man-whore!” Colt let out a short laugh that didn’t meet his eyes.

“Oh, well. At least I won the bets and got a girlfriend out of it. More than you can say for all your  conquests.” This braggy Colt was a far cry from the one you knew personally and intimately, but you rolled your eyes and kept away from their fight. Logan just huffed and threw his money on the table before storming out, grumbling about the fairness of the bet. The other members of the Crew, who had all been watching silently but amused, piled their money on top of Logan’s, woot-ing congratulations and jokes. You would have been embarrassed had it been any other group, but your relaxation was short lived as Teppei walked into the breakroom. Your eyes widened as the Crew fell silent to watch his next move or announcement. Ignoring the dozen eyes watching him, he fished out a bill and threw it onto the table with the rest of the bet money. You opened your mouth to ask, but he kept you quiet with a raised hand. 

“I believed Toby would annoy you to death first.”