#hqc: secret santa

[loneveenas]

AAAA MIMI IT’S SO CUTE <333 thank you so much !!!! 

Your Smart Ideas - Oikawa x Reader

Pairing: Oikawa x f!reader

Genres and tropes: cute fluff, pining, childhood friends

Summary: Oikawa didn't want you to call his sister Nee-san. So you had a solution.

Words: 1.2k

This is for Dyo (@loneveenas)! Surprise! I'm your Secret Santa. Merry Christmas! I hope you like it. ♥️ Even though the story isn’t Christmas themed. I really struggled to think of a story idea. lol.

*****

"Ahh~~~," Oikawa leaned towards you with his mouth open, hoping you'd feed him with some of your lunch.

"Here you go, Tooru," you said with a giggle. But the two of you were oblivious to the stares from your classmates until one of your friends said something.

"Uh....," noted Makki. "Are you two dating or something?"

"Of course I'm dating Y/n-chan," Oikawa replied with his sweet grin, his eyes still not leaving you.

"But have you two even talked to each other?" asked Matsukawa.

The two of you turned to them, blinking in confusion. After you both looked back at each other, you came to a realization.

"Wait, we've never talked to each other at school before?!" you asked Oikawa. He didn't answer because he was shocked as well.

*****

You swung your legs with glee as you soared into the sky. "Nee-san!" you squealed. "Push me higher!"

The little Tooru sat on the swing next to you, complaining, "You're not allowed to call her that! She's my sister."

"But nee-san said I could...," you frowned.

You stuck to Oikawa's older sister like glue because you thought she was really nice and pretty. Whenever the Oikawa siblings did anything in your neighbourhood, you peaked out of your window and ran outside whenever you saw them. You'd even chase after them while they rode their bike, not bothered by not having one of your own.

"I didn't say you could," Oikawa stated, crossing his arms and wearing a pout on his face.

"Ummm… What if your parents adopted me?" you asked.

"No way. I don't want you as my sister."

"Hmm.....," you thought out loud. "If I married you, then she'll be my sister." You grinned at him, thinking you were so smart with your idea.

Oikawa froze for a moment, not believing you even suggested that. Turning around and walking away, he said, "Ewww. No way. You're too ugly."

He was caught by surprise when you suddenly ran after him and smacked his head. When he was about to protest, you left running while crying out, "Nee-chan! Tooru called me ugly!!"

But what you didn't notice was that Oikawa’s face had been red ever since you first mentioned the thought of marrying him.

Years went by and Oikawa's crush on you only grew. But during elementary and middle school, he didn't know what he was supposed to do with his feelings. He'd get jealous when other boys got close to you at the playground, but tease you when it was just the two of you. But after school, almost every day, the two of you would be together on your own adventures.

But in your second year of middle school, Oikawa overheard you chatting with one of your friends. It was during gym class while your classmates competed against each other in track and field. While sitting in the stands, you told your friend, "What? Oikawa?"

"Yeah, isn't he cute?"

"Ummm... what?" You sat in disbelief as your friend gushed about your childhood friend. Oikawa remembered your words distinctly. "I can't imagine dating him."

Of course those words pieced through his heart, and he wasn't even quite sure why. But over the next few weeks, he tried to avoid you. You continued to insist on sticking to him like glue, just like with his sister years before, oblivious to the feelings he had for you.

So your friendship continued. You went over to his house and he went to yours. He decided to give up on you. He was fine with it. He was popular with the girls for the most part during the rest of middle school and right up to high school. Fangirls lined the stands even when he had a girlfriend.

But now here you were, during your last year of high school together, with your socks on the floor and cross-legged on his couch, eating a tub of ice cream you pulled out of the fridge.

"Umm... I may have eaten too much," you told him sheepishly. "You might have to buy some more."

"What the heck, Y/n!" he complained. "That was my favourite flavour too!"

"But I like it too...," you noted, averting your gaze from him.

Oikawa groaned and plopped onto the seat beside you. He flipped through the various movies, not finding anything interesting to watch. He didn't notice when he had placed his arm behind you – not until you scooted over to snuggle up to his side.

He felt his heart beat faster. Perhaps his feelings for you never left. As his body felt like it was turning up the heat ever so slightly, he bit his lip, wondering why he had to deal with this now.

After his last girlfriend broke up with him, he planned to focus on volleyball, especially since he wanted to go abroad. He couldn't do this to you. So instead of wrapping his arm around your shoulders or removing it from behind you, his arm went stiff, not knowing what to do.

"I'm going to Argentina," he said to himself, words slipping out of his mouth before he realized it.

You turned to him, a little perplexed as to why he would mention that now. "I know that," you told him with a gentle smile.

"Then what's this?" he dramatically gestured towards how close you were to him. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other, but the air around this moment was different. You both knew it.

You let out a deep sigh before you told him, "I like you Tooru."

"But I'm leaving Japan."

You gave him a smirk, now understanding his concerns. "And... I can come with you."

Oikawa blinked for a few moments before he opened his mouth to try to say something. Nothing came out, so he closed it again. His scrunched eyebrows relaxed as the grin on his face grew. "Y/n~~~!" Oikawa sobbed, touched by your feelings for him.

Just when he was about to crush you in a hug, you slipped right out of his arms – only to tease him for a bit. Knowing him for the majority of your life, you saw it coming.

"Y/n, you're so mean," Oikawa pouted. You laughed at him when he was finally able to catch you in his arms.

*****

With chopsticks in your hand, about to feed Oikawa another piece of your lunch, you turned to Makki and Matsukawa. “I guess we always hung out outside of school.”

Oikawa happily munched on your food while your other classmates continued to ask questions. “Since when have you two liked each other?”

“I think I started liking him a month ago,” you replied.

“Liar! You said you wanted to marry me when we were six-years-old!” complained Oikawa.

“What? I think you’re not remembering it right,” you retorted. “It was because you didn’t want me to call your sister Nee-san.”

“Hmph.”

“You remembered that?” A sly grin started to grow on your face. Oikawa, realizing he may have given a hint about his feelings for you then, started to have red cheeks. “Wait a minute,” you said. “When did you start liking me?”

“Not telling you.”

“Alright then. I can always dump you.”

“Nooo~. Y/n~~!”

*****

I hope you enjoyed this. :) This "Y/n" goes for the simple solutions. lol.

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[loneveenas]

hi dyo! im your secret santa ☺️. i hope i can write a story that you'll enjoy. i started brainstorming a bit. i might try writing for oikawa. too bad i don't know fire force. 🙁 are there any tropes or scenario ideas that you like?

omg hello !!! i never saw this ask i hate it here !!! i hope you enjoy writing for me aaaa and dw about the ff !!! ohh i like a lot of tropes and genres but something fluff will always do well :O 

[tamcitrus]

Just dropped by to say hello, and that I’m your hq secret Santa 🥴 I’ve been stalking your blog 😌 so I just thought I’d drop by~ 👁👅👁

Hi hi, welcome! I hope you enjoyed your stay in my blog! Thanks for stopping by, dont forget to drink water! <333

[starrysamu]

take (me) out. 

miya osamu x f!reader.

wc: 2.2k, fluff.

how you go from being a regular at onigiri miya to regularly grabbing takeout for you and the restaurant owner. 

for @keiyoomi​, happy holidays dear! sorry it’s a little late, but i hope you can enjoy it some. much love, your hqc secret santa ♡ 

“let me buy you a meal.” 

osamu presses his palms to the table as he leans forward. the 30 inch table hitting your thighs is big enough to seat four and yet it’s a barrier that dissolves as soon as his nose is less than a few inches away from yours. 

he peers at you through his eyelashes. “come on. a treat for my favorite customer.” his voice is all things low and enticing, luring you in like a siren.  

your eyes are threatening to roll but they can’t seem to tear away from him. one way or another, you manage to rasp out, “i’ll think about it.” 

he’s far too close. too close, so much that you think he’ll be able to hear your pulse skyrocket. yeah, the food is amazing, but you stick around for the sort-of-friend and extremely attractive owner who’s got you trapped in his clutches.   

the corner of his lips curve up. “so it’s a date then?” 

“definitely not,” you huff, hiking your bag over your shoulder. your voice shakes a little and you’re trying your best not to let it show that your heart is doing jumping jacks and your stomach is flipping over like a pancake. 

it’s been almost 10 minutes since you told yourself you’d leave but your feet are practically shackled to the ground. it's also been 10 minutes since the place closed, leaving only you, the restaurant owner, and the poor part timer he hired a few weeks ago behind. 

there’s an odd sense of deja vu that consumes you. the two of you have definitely been in this position before, just without the fresh faced high schooler hanging around the back. 

“think about it,” osamu says, standing up straight. you straighten your back with him, forgetting how tall he was. curse his blessed genes.  

but while you’re busy cursing those divine genes (jeans?) of his, you do think about it. the line between friendship and dating is thin, and you’ve always thought you’d already crossed that point with him - that you learned too much about each other in just a few short weeks, crumbling any sort of potential to date him. 

you can’t help imagining it nonetheless - the fluff, the slice of life. it’s just too ideal, and you have no choice but to imagine since it’s not actually panning out. 

your lips tighten as you squint at him. he stacks his bowls up and it sounds like the world’s saddest song, truth be told. 

is he the friends to lovers type? 

you sigh heavily and set your bag back down, walking back to the table. “fine, yeah,” you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks. “tomorrow at 7. the ramen place across town?” 

he grins loosely and you swear the corners of his eyes literally twinkle. how’s that even possible?

“you’re here early.” 

you shift on the balls of your feet and click your phone. “traffic was light.”

a half truth, half lie. it just feels like you’ve been injected with adrenaline and cortisol and you’re ready to bounce off of every wall known to mankind with how nervous you are.   

you’re fine. 

osamu hums and slips his hands in his pockets. you blink at him for a moment. what if he’s just the friends to friends type? you’ve always hated dtr, but what if he really is just treating his favorite customer? 

“what’re you looking at? do i have something on my face?” 

“tch.” you roll your lips under your teeth and swallow your smile. “you look out of your element.” you can’t deny that the black t-shirt suits him well enough, but this baby blue linen button down is a gift from the gods themselves. 

“next time i’ll grab that perfume,” he jokes sarcastically, “the one that smells like rice. that’ll make you remember how hard i work.” 

fighting your smile this time is a lot more painful. “i never said anything about how you slack off at work,” you lilt. “your poor part timer can attest to that.”  

he pokes the temple of your head and you laugh as you push the double doors to the restaurant. the bells jingle and you feel completely warm, inside and out.  

the receptionist seats you at a booth next to a window adorned with fake flowers. what kind of cottagecore fantasy is this? 

you glance at osamu, working on making a judgement of the place himself. is he into cottagecore? there’s not a moment to spare as your eyes rake him up and down - he’s definitely light academia. maybe dark academia, even. 

the booth feels stuffy with just you and osamu there. you clasp your fingers together under the table and goosebumps travel up your skin. 

a pretty twenty-something year old slips your menus on the table and osamu flashes her an easy smile, like he’s a model for hollister or something. your eyes grow wide for a minute and you glance back and forth between osamu and the waitress. 

you’re not even sure what they’ve said to each other because your mind is all white static. and when she says, “let me know if you need anything,” to osamu and osamu only, it feels like you’re the one who’s figured out e=mc2 instead of albert einstein. 

“why are you flirting with the waitress?” you whisper when she’s out of earshot. you’re not even sure what you feel, but you think your soul has completely left your body. 

you’ve always hated this trope too. 

he takes a sip of his drink and for a split second, you can see him poorly trying to hide a laugh. “who else should i be flirting with?” he finally deadpans. “you? you said this wasn’t a date.” 

“oh, so now you’re trying to get hung up on technicalities.” you lean back in your seat and fold your arms over your chest. 

osamu rests an elbow on the table and puts his hand on his chin. “so, are we having a date then?” 

there’s that indescribable ambivalence that floods you once again as soon as you look him in the eye. his eyes are unchanging - they look at you like they’ve always looked at you since you regularly showed up to his restaurant, since you became his friend, and since you accidentally stayed just a little too late after his restaurant closed.  

you toss your straw wrapper at him and avert your gaze back to your lap. “definitely not.” 

the door handle feels cold as you twist it. so it’s a friends to friends type of story? that’s fine. not the way you wanted it to pan out, but at least the date was good for one thing. osamu’s as good a friend as he probably is a partner. 

you sigh. you’re doing a shit job of convincing yourself, that’s for sure.  

“welcome in - ”

osamu’s grin wavers and then falls into a simple smile, like he’s been waiting for you. you wish your heart would just do the one job it has: beat normally and consistently. yet every time you look at him, it wants to participate in a ballet competition or something so ridiculous to the point where your lungs are struggling to keep up. 

“look what the cat dragged in,” he says, walking up to you. “i was wondering if you were coming today or not.” 

he’s back to wearing his black t-shirt and nothing has felt more familiar to you. 

“why wouldn’t i?” you test. you’re not even sure what you’re looking for by asking him, but you’ll consider even a response as the slightest win. 

he gauges you for a moment. “i thought you might’ve left me for the place across town.” 

and now you pray for your mind to do its job: objectively process and synthesize information. instead, you fixate on how he’s used the word ‘me’ instead of ‘us,’ as any owner would when he’s talking about a customer. 

“i would never,” you say breezily. “this place is the one and only for me.” 

he does nothing to hide his smile. “and what about me?” 

your brows shoot up the same way your pulse does, as if it already didn’t feel like you were running a marathon. “what about you?” 

you’re playing a dangerous game and toying along the line of dense, but maybe you’re better off establishing boundaries before you go into v-fib. 

he sets his tray down and slips his hands into the apron loosely tied around his waist. in any other world, you’d think it would be impossible for an apron to accentuate his broad shoulders, but this world seems to defy you day in and day out. 

there’s a sharp inhale as he leans against the table. for a moment you think he’s going to follow with, ‘when am i going to be your one and only?’ but you breathe in relief when all he says is, “this place is always here for you.” 

even that sends you hurtling down a cascade of different feelings, though. each conversation with osamu seems to be a different boss battle you don’t know how to defeat. 

“thank you,” you finally say curtly, setting your things down. "what’s the special for today?” 

he grins. “you can have me, or i guess i can make you some food.” 

just when you think you’ve dodged him, he comes back at you, swinging at full force. 

“okay, fine.” 

osamu’s brows arch as he watches you stack a few bowls up. 

“i’ll buy you a meal,” you sigh, looking up at him. “sure, maybe that high schooler’s been slipping me a boxed lunch every time i swing by before work.” 

you’re really just trying to catch osamu before you start your monotonous days at the office, but he’s always holed up in the back. honestly, you’re there more than you’d like considering you swing by in the evenings now too.  

“do you know how heartbreaking it was for me to hear my favorite customer’s been stealing from me?” he says dramatically. 

“you should really talk to that kid in the back,” you mumble, looking away from him. “i always thought you allowed it.” 

he pokes your head and you roll back on your heels. “i don’t even give my brother free food.” 

“stingy,” you huff, looking away from him. you’re conflicted between guilt and disappointment - clearly, this friends to friends storyline is a little more than you can handle. 

you fight the urge to gasp to yourself. what if it’s an unrequited love? 

he grabs the tray full of stacked dishes as he smiles at you, heading to the back. you watch as his biceps peek out from underneath the sleeves of his fitted shirt and you think that maybe you should save the drooling for the food and the food only. 

he sticks his head out from the back. “what’re you doing right now?” 

you look around the empty restaurant. “it’s 10 pm and i’m here, does it look like i’m doing anything important?” 

“you wanna try something i’m adding to the menu?” 

your eyes light up like a five year old on christmas morning. “so you’re giving me free food then?” 

he pretends to think about it for a minute. “only if you’ll take me out tomorrow.” 

you agree as if you hadn’t been thinking about it all along. 

osamu leans back in his seat as he takes a swing from his bottle. “this is what you meant by taking me out tonight?” 

“come on,” you say. the cocktail against your lips is especially sweet with osamu sitting next to you. 

he leans in towards you. you’re surprised that you no longer feel like you’re running a marathon, but your muscles still feel sore, like you’ve got knots everywhere that you can’t seem to untie. 

“i guess i’ll let it slide this time,” he teases gently. “you owe me food though.” 

you pucker your lips. “i guess i’ll spare some time for you.” 

“you should, considering you stole all that food from me.” 

“it was only two lunches,” you whine, holding up two fingers for added effect. “consider it your repayment for all those evenings i helped you out.” 

he laughs and the dull ache in your chest tightens. mutual pining would be the most ideal, but right now you’re stuck on unrequited love. you’ve long ditched friends to friends because only god knows you can’t seem to keep yourself together around the restaurant owner. 

but when he says, “you know, i’d been wanting to ask you out for forever,” you feel the gears click into place. “and not as my favorite customer.” 

you choke on the martini. why won’t it go down as easy as the words coming out of his lips? 

his eyes crinkle as your vision blurs. maybe you are running a marathon when you’re next to him, because you can’t ever seem to catch a break. the dim lighting of the bar does nothing to slow your pulse either, with almost every nerve running haywire. 

“and i know we just talked about you buying me food again,” he says slowly, “so would you like to come by tomorrow night?” 

if a bar was the secret to this recipe, you would’ve brought him much sooner. “i should’ve bought you a beer a million years ago then,” you mumble into your drink. you look at him through the corners of yours to see him smiling expectantly at you. “but i think i’ll take you up on that offer.”  

and that’s how your friends to lovers, mutual pining storyline has you bringing takeout to his apartment after he’s had a long day at work. maybe you’ll even get to explore ‘and then there was only one bed,’ but you’ll take it one bit at a time.  

[vventure]

Beautiful

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, fluff

Plot: Kirishima is there to experience a first with you.

Word Count: 568

Warnings: One swear word

All characters are aged to 20+

A/N: This is my HQC Secret Santa for the wonderful @reddriot​ AKA Zeb! I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to hang out in your inbox leading up to this but just know that any time I see you around the HQC discord my heart gets happy! I hope you have an absolutely wonderful 2021 and I can’t wait to spend more time with you!! <3

Bracing wind weaseled its way into the hood of your cloak and over your sweat-blanketed neck as you crouched on the ledge of the large mountain, your hands covered in dirt and beginning to ache. You were certain that the annoyed grunts escaping your chapped lips were anything but enjoyable music for your red-headed companion, but he had been the one to suggest this expedition.

--

“[Y/n],” Kirishima cooed enticingly as he entered the small room where you worked diligently over a potion assigned by your shared mentor. “I overheard Master talking about an experiment he wanted to test, but one of the things he needs is mountainside.”

“By mountainside, do you mean Fangrock?” You replied, your eyes never leaving the bubbling surface of the pot. His only response was a low huff of a laugh, causing you to look up and meet his crimson eyes. His eyebrows were screwed up to look nearly apologetic, prompting your second query: “And you can’t do this alone?”

“C’mon, how many people can say they’ve conquered Fangrock once, let alone a bunch of times? You’ll be even cooler!”

--

As your hunting knife carved it’s umpteenth hole in the rocky soil, you resented that easy smile and those puppy-dog eyes. There was something about the man that always convinced you to go along with any plan he laid at your feet; he hypnotized you with his charm day-after-day.

“Find it yet?” His chipper voice cut the chilled air and pierced your heart, causing it to flutter uncontrollably in your chest.

“You scared me,” came your complaint. It was half-true. The drop to the bottom was no small distance, and your heart had been racing since you reached the precipice. But something else was affecting you and you had the inability to place your ice-cold fingers on it. “No, I haven’t. Remind me what it looks like again?”

“It’s small, looks just like a potato, and the skin is blue.”

“I have to ask, if it’s so rare how do you know what it looks like?”

“Well,” Kirishima squeaked; you didn’t notice the crack in his voice as your fingers scrabbled in the dirt. “I read it in a book.”

“You read it in a--” Your words cut short as your eyes focused on the new addition to the ground before you. “Is that…”

A delicate, pure white snowflake rested atop the dark ashen ground littered with small crevices where you’d been searching for some time. Your eyes barely adjusted to the stark contrast between its beauty and the rubble it rested upon before wind blew more powdery-white precipitation over the area so it was no longer alone.

“It’s snowing,” Kirishima whispered. Boots crunched in the gravel as he made his way closer to you, carefully placing his cloak over you and pressing his shoulder to yours.

“I’ve never seen it snow before,” you spoke as your mouth gaped at the sight. “Only seen it on the ground when we travel to the mountains.”

A warm climate kept the act of snowing elusive to you. Somehow the universe had been keeping its most beautiful secret from your knowledge.

“There is no frost-pebble root,” Kirishima blurted, his eyes scanning your face as you turned to look at him. “I just wanted to witness you...see it snowing.”

“Why?” You asked, locking eyes with him.

“Because I knew you’d look even more beautiful than usual.”

[haikyuucreations]

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! HQC is hosting another exchange this year for all artists, editors, and writers in the fandom. We hope you’ll all enjoy this event and let us know if you have any questions or need help with the form!

❆˚⋆:✧｡           『   FORM OPEN UNTIL NOV 22   』           ｡✧:⋆˚❆

❆˚⋆:✧｡       『   EXCHANGE POSTED DEC 25-31   』      ｡✧:⋆˚❆

WHAT IS A SECRET SANTA EXCHANGE?

     ∗˛˖❅   It’s a creative exchange based on gifting art, an edit, a fic, etc to whomever you're assigned to! You'll be told their preferences (character/pairing, art/edit/gif/fic, genre, sfw or nsfw) and you'll post it on the end date and tag them. Within that same ending time frame, someone will tag you in a creation they made for you. No one will know who their Secret Santa is until the end of the event, so don't give yourself away!

WHEN DO I POST IT?

     ∗˛˖❅   December 25-31st (your local time and at no specific time as long as it's during this date range — no sooner or later)

WHERE TO POST?

     ∗˛˖❅   Wherever your platform is! As long as they can receive. Tag it with #haikyuucreations

WHAT IF I DON'T FINISH MY PIECE?

    ∗˛˖❅   Let us know a week before the deadline or shorten it down to something that still works.

WHEN WILL WE FIND OUT WHO WE'RE WRITING FOR?

    ∗˛˖❅   Nov 23 via Tumblr’s private messages                  ˚⋆ [ this form will close on Nov 22 ]

IF I MAKE A FIC, DO I WRITE USING THE RECIPIENT'S NAME?

    ∗˛˖❅   If they specify on their application that they want you to then yes. Otherwise, you're free to write it with a placeholder (____, Y/N, etc)

DOES IT HAVE TO BE HAIKYUU?

    ∗˛˖❅   If they specify so, yes! While this is being run by a Haikyuu blog and server, we will allow any fandom to participate!

WHAT'S A PINCH SERVER?

    ∗˛˖❅   When someone's Secret Santa drops out, a pinch server will take their place and make something for that person. Please only sign up to be a pinch server if you have enough time to potentially have more than one recipient.

[keiyoomi]

hello!! it’s your hqc secret santa!!! hope you’re doing well :)

hiiiiii!!!! thank youuuuu!!! i hope you’re doing well too!!!

[spriteandnicotine]

hi! this your secret santa from hqc here hoping to spread some holiday cheer 🤗🎅 i hope your morning/day/night has been going well!

This was so long ago but if you are still active I love you and I am now doing a lot better <3

[diyeoracha]

hello it’s your HQC secret santa! i’m really excited to get to know you this next month 🥰 i hope that u like ur gift in the end too🥺

hi my dear!! i am SO SO sorry i let this week get away from me and i use tumblr mobile so i don’t see shit when it comes to asks alksdjf

and im excited too ;a; i cant wait to get to know u!!! i wonder,, are you a seijoh stan too or are you going slightly out of ur comfort zone for this? 👀

and im going to tag u as hqss in case u dont want to scroll through my blog to see if i answered haha

[mindfulvenus]

oh, i didn't realise that. i'm your secret santa for the hqc event :) how has your day been so far? - 🎅🏻

Ah don’t worry, I definitely don’t expect you to realize!! But my day has been pretty good, thank you for asking! Enjoying all the pumpkin pie that I can because of thanksgiving, lolol! How about you? I hope your day has been great as well!

[mimi-cee-hq]

Trying to brainstorm for my HQC Secret Santa but I can't think of anything 😭

[selinakidreams]

Hi Fawnnnnn!! I’m your HQC Secret Santa bbyyyy👀 I’m excited, things I love to see: everything on this blog tbh.😳 you may refer to me as your mermaid anon from here on out. -🧜🏽‍♀️

mermaid anon!!! hello !!

i’m so pumped for this, tbh i’m new to running a blog on tumblr so this is all very exciting !! also i’ve never done a secret santa so i feel like this is just gonna be a whole experience (*≧∀≦*)

also i hope your day is going well!!

[tamcitrus]

Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite​ ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

I CANT BELIVE IT’S YOUR GIF BUT HEY YOU HAVE A CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW dsjfhksldjf

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him. 

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said. 

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips… 

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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[writeiolite]

hihi! how are u getting ready for christmas? do you like the holidays season? personally I really enjoy it! the last years my family wasn't so excited about it anymore but we recovered our christmas spirit last year :3 - hqc secret santa ♥

HI SANTAAAA!!!

im getting ready by crying over my ipad — sometimes bc of the art im doing, sometimes bc of genshin impact, and sometimes bc of the big fat crack i put in it when i dropped it :3 LMFAOOO

i looveeeee holiday season! i like seeing how everyone’s a little bit happier n getting to have all the seasonal drinks n sweets!! one of my mom’s friends always makes us Italian rainbow cookies for xmas so i’ve been eating like... 6 a day ....... :3 

and !!! omg im glad u guys got ur xmas spirit back!! what are you looking forward to most? did u make an xmas list?