#i can't believe i tossed this together so fast

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 14)

I figured after all that excitement, the boys could use a chill day :3

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Henry woke up slowly, looking across the tent to see Charles sitting patiently on his cot. For a moment he thought to ask him why he wasn’t eating in the mess hall, before he remembered guiltily.

He can’t, he has to watch me…

“Henry, you’re awake!” the pilot greeted as he realized the other was up. “I got ready while you were asleep. If you need me to step out so you can get ready, I can, but I’ll be right outside if you need me. N-not that you should need help getting dressed like normal, but still. And maybe I can talk Quentin into grabbing us some breakfast, hm? Heard they got poptarts down there, it’s been a while since we’ve had something with that much sugar!”

“Mhm… yeah, just… give me a sec…” he mumbled tiredly, and the pilot quickly stepped out of the tent. Henry could still see his silhouette on the opening flap, and he yawned as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

After getting dressed, he stepped out, just in time to catch Quentin walking up with a few poptarts and small cartons of juice in hand.

“Hey, boys, thought you guys might want a breakfast delivery,” he said, tossing Henry and Charles a drink and poptart each.

“You read my mind!” the younger pilot smiled as he quickly tore the packaging open, wolfing his food down as Henry ate calmly. After the two had finished their breakfast, Charles piped up again.

“So, you seem to be in a good mood today, Quent. What’s going on?” he asked as the three began walking to where the squad usually sat, meeting up with Madd along the way.

“Well, you know how Konrad and I have that deal? About how he’d ask June out next time he saw her if I, uh, asked out Anthony?” the older pilot began, and the younger three knew where he was taking it before he even finished.

“You didn’t!” Madd cut in

“I did! Well, I asked if he’d like to hang out and drink with us and the squad tonight, but uh… h-he said yes! He’s gonna grab some extra beer, and said he’s gonna see if we can make it ‘a night to remember’!”

“Quent, that’s awesome! I think he might be interested in you, too!” Charles pointed out, and Madd nodded.

“He almost NEVER wants to drink with anyone but Smokah, you have a real shot here. Make it count.”

“Make what count?” Calvin asked as they arrived at the bonfire pit, settling in empty spots.

“Quentin asked Anthony if he wanted to hang out and drink with us tonight, and he said yes,” Henry told them, earning an excited look from Konrad.

“Alright, I can’t wait to see how this plays out!”

“You guys are gonna have to record it for me, because I wanna see that, too,” Mac chuckled, Phlex grumbling in quiet agreement beside him.

“I’ll take care of that, seeing as me and Andrew will probably be the only ones not drinking, and well, I don’t think Andrew wants to, do you?” Eel asked his apprentice, who just shook his head quietly.

“Aww, c’mon, you guys never drink with us! Just this once?” Calvin pressed, but Eel shook his head.

“Trust me, if the general got anything other than piss-flavored beer, I absolutely would, but until then, I’ll be the sober friend, thanks.”

“I just don’t like being drunk,” Andrew deadpanned with a shrug.

“Ughhh, fine, at least we get to see how Henry is when he gets something in his system that isn’t radiator fluid!” Konrad joked as he looked over to Henry, who rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, make fun of the guy with literal weapons in his arm,” he shot back, earning little more than a laugh from the twin.

“As if you’d actually use them on me. You like me too much~”

“Oh please, you’re no Charles.”

“Oh? So Charlie’s special? How special is he, Henry?~”

And just like that, Henry froze. He glanced at the pilot, who suddenly had his full attention, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he should say.

“Well… He’s uh… H-he’s my first friend here… and uh… well… I-I’ve never met someone so… dedicated… uh, to helping me… and protecting me… and h-he’s… well…” he struggled to find the words, but looking over at the pilot one more time, the words found him.

“He’s honestly just the best.”

“You wound me, Henry, you really do,” Konrad said dramatically, draping an arm over his face and earning a snicker from his brother.

“Well, since we’ve got a special thing coming up tonight, how about we chill out today. Just chat, maybe play some poker? I’ve got cards and a few extra bucks burning a hole in my pocket~” Calvin offered, pulling a box of playing cards out.

“God, you can’t go a week without gambling, can you?” Quentin asked, sounding both exasperated and amused with the younger. “Alright, I guess we might as well…”

Most of the rest of the day was just that; calm chats, various card games, most of which were betted on by Calvin and Andrew, and just generally enjoying each other’s company. The whole time, Henry could feel Charles glancing at him, but he didn’t address it. He didn’t want to embarrass the pilot in front of everyone, and in all honesty, he didn’t mind.

Hours felt like minutes, and before they knew it, lunch had come and gone and sunset was approaching. Mac and Phlex retired to their tent for the night, and a short while later, Anthony showed up with what Henry thought was a pretty sizable amount of beer for a military base.

The night began to blur after that first sip. It began with the attention on Anthony and Quentin; how obvious Anthony was about flirting with him, how red Quentin was with the attention, but before long everyone was more absorbed in their own activities. The twins kept getting into playful scuffles that Madd would take it upon himself to break up until they just decided to team up on him. Andrew was nearly forgotten, and barely anyone noticed Eel recording.

Henry and Charles focused much more on each other. Henry spoke so much more but didn’t remember a single word, and it quickly came to a point where they went back to their tent early. That was where things got really blurry.

A playful chat, sharing music tastes that turned into dizzy, drunken dancing.

Drunken dancing dissolved into a messy tickle fight.

A kiss.

Something more?

Henry couldn’t quite remember.

All he knew was that when he came around, it was morning. He was laying in his cot, but this time, he wasn’t the only one under his blanket. Charles was there, behind him, arms wrapped around him and face buried in his shoulder. It was new, it was close, it was sudden…

But Henry didn’t move. Instead, he just relaxed. He embraced Charles’s warmth, because right then, it was just them.

And he was okay with that.

[winxanity-ii]

FIRST, TASTE [1/2]

ship: incubus!gojo x fem!virgin!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (oral sex/f. receiving; handjob/m. recieving; coercion/dub-con?) word count: 9.9k (long one babes, y'all know i gosta worldbuild/have a lil plot, lololol) a/n: Y'all, I can't believe I actually wrote this, i just wanted to try my hand at KINKtober😭; anywho, the idea of summoning an incubus just to get experience hit different and I HAD to do it. Anyways, enjoy this sinful lil one-shot. 'Know No Evil' update coming soon, probably on my birthday (Oct. 9) if I stay on schedule 👀…Prt. 2: 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃, 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

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"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," you muttered, pacing frantically around your small dorm room. "How can you be this stupid?"

For the last half-hour, you'd been running back and forth like you were stuck in a sitcom montage, trying to prepare your space for your tutor session with Fushiguro Megumi.

And now, of course, he was almost here.

Usually, you weren't this disorganized.

The plan had been to clean and review notes way ahead of time, but somewhere between finishing the latest season of Sex Education on Netflix and getting lost in TikTok, the hours had slipped away.

Now, here you were shoving clothes under the bed and tossing old takeout containers into random drawers, hoping to make your room at least look like you had it together.

"Perfect, he'll show up and think I'm living in a trash heap," you grumbled, snatching up a pair of socks from under a pile of textbooks.

But there wasn't time to wallow; you needed to—

A knock echoed from the front door.

"Shit," you whispered, shoving random items under your bed as fast as you could. "I got it!" you called out, bolting towards the door, hoping to beat your roommate.

The last thing you needed was her making things awkward with whatever bizarre commentary she'd throw at the poor guy—

"Who's this?" Kugisaki Nobara's voice rang out from the hallway, her tone curious yet condescending.

You cursed under your breath, knowing what was coming. Great.

You made it down just in time to see Nobara standing by the door, hands on her hips as she sized up the person on the other side. The moment her eyes landed on Megumi, her lips twisted down in obvious distaste.

Megumi was standing on the other end of the door, wearing his usual bored expression, a dark hoodie thrown over his usual lazy attire of jeans and boots. His hair was messier than usual, sticking up in all directions like he hadn't even bothered with it.

"Ew... it's you," she said flatly, shooting him a withering look. "____, your teacher for dummies is here!" she called out, turning on her heel and walking away with an exaggerated flick of her hair.

You groaned under your breath, rubbing your temples in frustration. Why is she like this?

"Megumi! Hi," you said, trying not to sound too flustered as you opened the door wider for him. "Come on in."

"Hi," he muttered, stepping inside as if he were doing you a favor.

You flashed an awkward smile. "Sorry, about Nobara," you muttered, sending Megumi an apologetic look as you opened the door wider for him. "She's, uh... she's like that with everyone."

Megumi didn't seem fazed in the slightest. "I believe you," he replied dryly, stepping inside as if nothing had happened. He slipped off his shoes and tossed his backpack on the floor without so much as a second glance toward Nobara's retreating figure.

You sighed, closing the door behind him. "I swear, she's really not that bad once you get to know her."

He raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Sure."

You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or if he just genuinely didn't care, but either way, you quickly changed the subject. "Let's get started," you said, leading him into your room, still feeling embarrassed by Nobara's less-than-friendly greeting.

Megumi didn't say much as he followed you, but he didn't have to. You'd known him long enough by now to recognize the tiny shifts in his expression. The raised eyebrow when he took in the state of the living room, the slight tilt of his head as he glanced at the bookshelves.

He was the type to quietly observe everything, and that somehow made you even more nervous.

You'd met Megumi in your first semester—by accident, really. He'd been the quiet guy who sat in the back of your chemistry class, always scribbling in his notebook but never talking to anyone.

When you got paired with him for a group project, you'd been terrified. The guy barely looked up when you introduced yourself, just grunted in response.

But over time, you found out he wasn't actually that bad. He had a sharp mind for chemistry and a dry, blunt sense of humor that caught you off guard.

And in exchange, you helped him navigate through the old math stuff that somehow came up again in your courses.

Now here you both were again—sophomore year, different majors, but stuck in the same required math class.

"Here we are," you said, gesturing to your bedroom door. You pushed it open and stepped aside to let him in first, already regretting the chaos you'd left in the room.

"Sorry about the mess," you muttered, nudging a stray bra under the bed with your foot as you walked in after him.

The faint scent of strawberries hung in the air, thanks to a candle you'd lit earlier in a desperate attempt to make the place feel less like a disaster zone.

Megumi barely glanced at the mess. "It's fine," he said, dropping his backpack onto your bed without a second thought.

You grabbed your notebook and the textbook, settling down at the small desk near the window. "Alright, let's get started."

"—and that's how you factor a quadratic expression," you finished, circling the final answer on the page with a satisfied hum.

Megumi leaned over, his eyes scanning the paper in that same quiet, intense way he always did. He was so focused it was almost intimidating.

You'd never quite gotten used to how he could make silence feel so heavy.

He nodded slightly, jotting down some notes in his notebook, but his eyes flicked back to you. You couldn't tell if he was impressed or just silently judging you.

"You're good at this stuff," he muttered, leaning back slightly.

You laughed a little, shrugging. "Heh. I guess. It's easier to explain than to actually do it myself sometimes."

"You're a better teacher than some of our professors," he added, which you weren't sure if that was praise or another dig at the fact that your school's faculty left a lot to be desired.

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table, noticing there were still about fifteen minutes left in your session. "We've still got a little time left. If you want, we can go over anything you didn't quite get—"

"Can I ask you something?" Megumi cut you off, his tone casual, but there was something behind it that made you pause.

"Uh, sure," you said, expecting a question about math or maybe something random about chemistry.

Instead, he asked, "Are you a virgin?"

The room fell silent. You stared at him, completely thrown off, and nearly choked on your own breath. "I—what?"

He tilted his head, like you hadn't heard him. "Are you a virgin?" he repeated, slower this time, as if asking for clarification.

Your face immediately went hot, and you sputtered, "W-Why the hell would you ask something like that?"

He leaned back slightly, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. "Just curious."

You crossed your arms defensively, feeling your heart race. "That's none of your business."

Megumi's gaze stayed on you, unbothered by your reaction. "Okay."

"Okay?" you repeated, narrowing your eyes. "What the hell does that even mean?"

His smirk widened a bit, and his voice dropped a little lower. "You mentioned Suguru earlier, right?"

Your stomach flipped at the mention of Geto Suguru, the subject of your daydreams; also known as the senior you shared an etymology class with your second semester last year.

He was... a lot.

Tall, handsome, intimidating, and way too charismatic for his own good; he had this effortless air about him that made you wonder why someone like him would even notice someone like you.

He was the kind of guy who made you nervous just by being in the room. But he was always hanging around Megumi, too, which only made things more confusing.

"Yeah, so?" you replied, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. "What about him?"

Megumi leaned back on his hands, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "He'd probably be interested in your answer."

Your face went red. "What? Why would Suguru care if I'm—wait, did he... ask about me?"

Megumi's smirk turned into a full grin now, and he shrugged. "Maybe."

Your mind was racing. Why the hell would Suguru, of all people, ask anything about you? You were barely on his radar as far as you knew.

He was always surrounded by people—other seniors, girls who were way more confident and put together than you.

You fidgeted with your hands, trying to keep your voice steady. "Why... why would he care? Did he actually say something?"

Megumi chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You'd have to ask him yourself."

You stared at him, completely at a loss for words, but before you could fire back, he was already packing up his stuff, slipping his notes into his backpack with a lazy sort of ease.

"Thanks for the session," he said, standing up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Let me know if you need help with chemistry."

And with that, he was gone, leaving you sitting on your bed, still trying to wrap your head around what the hell had just happened. What the hell did Geto want with you? And why did Megumi look so smug about it?

You flopped back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"What the hell..."

"Fuck my life..." you mumbled under your breath, dragging your feet as you made your way across campus, your body feeling heavier than usual.

It had been a long day—scratch that, a long week—and you were running on fumes after pulling an all-nighter.

You knew better, but The Sims 4 had you in a chokehold last night, and before you knew it, it was 4AM., and your empire of perfectly crafted Sims families was more put together than your real life, and now you were paying the price.

Your last class of the day had been a blur, and you almost skipped it entirely. But the guilt of missing two classes earlier in the week pushed you out of bed at the last possible minute.

Now, with your bag full of heavy textbooks and your brain fried from back-to-back lectures, all you wanted to do was collapse.

You squinted against the afternoon sun as you approached the large fountain in the middle of campus. The sound of rushing water was soothing, but it did little to ease the pounding headache forming behind your eyes.

You weren't even halfway there when you spotted your roommate, Nobara, lounging on the fountain's edge, tapping away at her phone.

Her bright orange hair was styled in its usual sharp bob, and even from a distance, you could see the unmistakable confidence in the way she carried herself.

Nobara was nothing if not bold—always dressed to the nines, even for something as casual as sitting by the fountain; her outfit—ripped skinny jeans, a cropped leather jacket, and combat boots—screamed effortless cool.

By the time you reached her, you were practically dragging your feet.

Nobara glanced up from her phone and raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. "You look like shit," she said bluntly, without skipping a beat, holding out her coffee cup.

You didn't even hesitate, reaching for the cup with a grateful nod. "Thanks, I spent all morning on it..." you mumbled, taking a long sip of the lukewarm coffee. The caffeine was probably your only hope of making it through the rest of the evening.

Nobara's eyes flicked over your disheveled appearance—your baggy hoodie with matching swats, the dark circles under your eyes, and the way your hair was barely stuffed inside a silk bonnet. She chuckled, shaking her head. "Late night?"

You nodded, swallowing another sip of coffee. "Pulled an all-nighter... Sims 4."

"Gods," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You really need to get a life outside of video games."

You shot her a half-hearted glare. "You try building a perfect six-story mansion with an indoor pool and jacuzzi, okay? It's not as easy as it looks."

She snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway, I'm heading out to a party later," she said, flipping her phone in her hand with a casual air. "Frat thing. You coming?"

You groaned at the thought of a loud, crowded frat party. "I don't know; I've got a ton of studying to do," you said, even though you knew that was only half-true. You mostly just wanted to crawl into bed and zone out for a few hours.

Nobara didn't let you off that easy. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Suguru going to be there."

You paused, trying not to let your face show too much interest, but the mention of Suguru was enough to make your pulse quicken.

"I—" You waved her off, trying to keep your cool. "I really should study. Plus, it's not like he even knows I exist."

Nobara scoffed. "Please. He totally knows. You've tutored Megumi, right? I'm sure they talk."

You felt a blush creep up your neck. "That's not the same thing," you said, finishing the last sip of her coffee and handing the empty cup back.

"Suit yourself," Nobara said with a shrug brushing invisible dust off her shirt. "But you're missing out. I heard he's single again, you know."

Just as you were about to reply, something—or rather, someone—caught your eye. Like a prairie dog sensing danger, you shot up straight, heart skipping a beat as you spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

It was Suguru.

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him. His long dark hair was tied back into a neat man bun, showcasing his sharp jawline and the broad expanse of his shoulders under a fitted black shirt.

He had this effortless cool about him that made you want to stare—but then again, everyone did. He was the kind of guy who turned heads without trying, and right now, he looked annoyingly handsome as usual.

Panicking, you ducked behind a nearby group of walking students, trying to hide your figure as if Suguru could sense you from all the way across campus.

Nobara sucked her teeth, clearly unimpressed with your theatrics. "Seriously?" she muttered, shaking her head. "You are so childish."

Before you could stop her, Nobara stood up, waving her arm in the air like a flag to catch his attention.

"No!" you whispered harshly, nearly choking on the last bit of coffee as you grabbed her arm and tried to drag her back down. "Stop drawing attention!"

Too late.

A shadow fell over you, blocking the sun, and you looked up, heart hammering in your chest. Standing above you was none other than Suguru, his lips curled into a faint smile as he took in the scene.

"Hey, Nobara," he said smoothly, his voice deep and almost teasing. His dark eyes flickered to you, and your entire body went rigid. "____, right?"

Your heart skipped several beats, your breath catching in your throat as you scrambled to respond. "Y-Yes!" you squeaked out, your voice way too high for your liking. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you were sure your face was hot enough to cook an egg on.

Nobara snorted beside you, shaking her head as she muttered under her breath. "Simp," she said, barely loud enough for you to hear, though Suguru didn't seem to catch it.

You glared at her, silently willing her to shut up and stop making things more awkward, but of course, she wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily.

Instead of making small talk or letting the moment pass, Nobara turned to Suguru, crossing her arms with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Suguru. My friend here thinks you're hot and wants to fuck."

Your jaw dropped, and for a second, you were sure your soul left your body. "What?!"

Nobara flashed you a wicked grin before air-kissing you goodbye and casually tossing over her shoulder, "See you at the party later, Suguru!"

And just like that, she strutted off, leaving you sitting there wide-eyed and horrified.

A smooth chuckle broke through your panic, pulling you back to reality. You turned slowly, only to find Suguru standing there, hands tucked into his pockets, looking down at you with an amused tilt of his head.

"So... fuck, huh?" he teased, his voice warm and smooth like honey.

You stammered, trying to form any coherent response, but all that came out were mumbled syllables. Your brain was short-circuiting, your face burning hotter with every passing second.

Finally, you gave up and buried your face in your hands, turning your back to him in pure embarrassment.

Suguru let out another chuckle, taking a few steps closer until his tall frame was towering over you. "You're cute," he said softly, reaching down and gently patting your head. The simple action made your entire brain spiral into chaos, and before you knew it, you were already mentally planning your wedding, picking out baby names, and deciding where you'd honeymoon.

But then Suguru's voice cut through your delusions.

"I'm flattered, really," he said, his tone a little more serious now. "But I've got this rule about not dating freshmen."

You blinked, looking up at him in confusion, the fantasy bubble bursting in an instant. "W-What?"

Suguru shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his hair as he glanced to the side. "I mean, it's not that I'm some international playboy or anything," he said, hesitantly but sure of himself. "I'm just... not really looking to settle down. So I try to keeps things simple by steering clear of freshmen. Because... ya know, it's thier first timers for a lot of things."

You pouted, a bit confused by what he meant. But than, realization dawned and you felt your heart shatter. He thought you were a freshman... and that was why he wouldn't be interested in you.

Even then, your heart leaped for a split second before reality set in again. Though you weren't a freshman, you were still a virgin. So technically his rule applied to you as well.

A soft "Why?" slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. You were so focused on the fact that you were losing your chance that you didn't even think to correct him.

Suguru sighed, his expression softening. "It's just... I don't want to be the guy who takes that kind of experience from someone, you know? I prefer if the people I'm with have already been through that, so there's no pressure." His voice was calm, almost gentle, as if he was trying to explain something important without hurting your feelings. "It's not fair to put that on someone who's still figuring things out."

Damn, even his explanation was surprisingly sweet.

You couldn't help but appreciate how thoughtful it was. But that didn't stop the disappointment from settling in your chest like a heavy weight. You didn't know what to say—what could you say?

Taking your silence as sadness, Suguru bent down slightly, his face closer to yours, and gave you another light pat on the head, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know... you're cute enough that I might just break that rule." He winked, and with one last chuckle, he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving you sitting there, completely dazed.

You sat frozen, unable to do anything but replay his words in your head, even as the mortification continued to burn at your core. "What the fuck..."

A few hours later, you found yourself on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram profile, looking at his pictures. "He's so handsome," you sighed. You stared at the 'follow' button, your finger hovering over it.

Hyping yourself up, you quickly pressed the follow button before throwing your phone down. "Okay, there, first step down," you muttered to yourself.

Your thoughts kept circling back to Suguru's words. He thought you were a freshman, but even if he knew you weren't, it wouldn't change anything.

You were still inexperienced.

You let out a groan, rubbing your temples as frustration began to mount. Gods, what would Nobara do? you thought to yourself before shaking your head with a scoff.

Nobara wouldn't even be in this mess... still.

Without much thought, you opened laptop, typing into the search bar: 'How can I gain sexual experience without having sex?' Hundreds of articles popped up at once. Your eyes skimmed through the list.

[Self-love] ~ Tips on how masturbating can get you ready for sex

No.

[PornHub] ~ Virgin girl indulges in sex for the first time

No.

[First-Timers] ~ Website for virgins who are looking for companions

No.

[Phone-Sex] ~ Let your wildest fantasies come to life

No. No. NO.

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning, "This is useless."

Just as you went to click off the tab, something caught your eye.

'Want to gain sexual experience without actually having sex? Click here to join a forum that shows exactly how it can be accomplished!'

You leaned forward, interested. "Hello..." you hummed out loud, about to click the link. You narrowed your eyes at the link, not fully sure if you should trust it or not. With pursed lips, you weighed the pros and cons of the situation.

On one hand, if you clicked on it, it could take you somewhere that might actually help with your current predicament.

But on the other hand, if you didn't, you'd be right back to square one, knowing nothing.

Though, if you did click it, there was a chance you'd end up with a virus—something that would be a real pain to get fixed. "Eh, the school's got multiple computer labs," you shrugged.

With your mind made up, you clicked on the link. You crossed your fingers and prayed to whatever gods above that the website wouldn't give you a virus.

As you scrolled through the page, you came across dozens of supernatural-esque things like shifting, astral projection, spells, etc.

One would think you'd scroll past these because they sounded ridiculous, but the truth was...

"Ugghhh, why does all this shit take weeks to accomplish!?"

...you were very impatient.

Now, you could be patient for a lot of things, but this!? You couldn't risk it. Not when the only factor in your way of being with Suguru was your lack of experience—the full kind.

Not shy kisses in the corner, the short relationships that never lasted once they realized you didn't put out so soon, the disastrous first time performing third base—a memory you would shackle to the depths of your soul if you could.

A bright flash of a blue fire gif caught your eye breaking you out of your growing frenzy.

'Welcome to Infernium,' the post read, with a subtitle that said, "Harness the Power of Lust, Control Your Desires." The page description underneath it was almost like an introduction. It began with: "When I first wanted to experience sex, I just summoned a succubus..."

You skimmed down the post, reading about how Infernium was a different plane of the Abyssum—a shadowy, otherworldly realm that resembled Hell. It was a place where demons thrived by feeding on the raw, intangible energy that fueled human desires and emotions. They didn't outright steal your soul or kill you, but every encounter took a piece of your essence—leaving you feeling just a bit emptier each time.

It was subtle, like losing fragments of yourself—small enough to be overlooked but accumulating with every visit, a price that was insidious and ever-present.

Buuuut...

Instead of reading all of that thoroughly, you scrolled down to the comments section.

As expected, there was a mixture of disbelief, trolls, and snarky remarks. But the further you went, the more positive reviews you found. Some were so detailed that they seemed like fanfics or book excerpts, but something in your gut told you this could be real.

You got lost reading those comments, short anecdotes of people describing their experiences with different succubi and incubi.

Honestly, thought this was BS, but turns out it was one of the wildest nights of my life—didn't even need a safe word, 'cause this dude knew exactly what he was doing. - DarkDreamer99

Mine had pink eyes! Super freaky at first but, not gonna lie, 10/10. - PinkObsession

Listen, if you've never experienced this, you're missing out. Seriously. Just follow the steps, and don't skip anything. - LustfulWanderer

And then you found it—the gold mine. A comment by someone named Sinner_69. They detailed a step-by-step guide on how to do everything, from setting up the ritual to what materials were needed.

Now, common sense said not to go blindly trusting internet comments, but even the author of the post had replied, thanking Sinner_69 and reviewing their method with raging approval.

Your eyes widened, and you blinked at the comment, not sure if you should laugh or close the window. Curiosity got the better of you, and you kept reading down the list.

"Okay, let's see... a bowl, sage, needle, candles..." you mumbled to yourself, going over the list out loud.

The door to your room opened, and you slammed your laptop shut, looking up to see Nobara.

She was still in the same outfit from earlier but had changed into a shorter crop top that showed off her midriff. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the party?" she asked, giving you one last chance.

You waved her off, "Nah, I'm good."

"Alright, suit yourself," she said with a shrug, heading out the door.

As soon as she left, you reopened the laptop and gave the post one more glance. You muttered, "What the hell?" when you saw that an blood was needed. "Goddammit ____, why do you put yourself through this?" you mumbled out loud, heaving yourself off of your bed and rushing over to put your boots on. "I'm so gonna regret this," you sighed, grabbing your jacket and keys on the way out.

"Okay, let's see here, it says first I need..." you read to yourself, pushing up your reading glasses when you felt them slipping.

Within an hour, you managed to not only gather all the supplies needed for the 'summoning' but also completed the first half of the directions.

Though it took a total of three stores, and several judgmental looks from the cashier when buying the demon wards from the Halloween store, you could say it was a success.

Now, you sat in the middle of the circle, allowing the smells of the incense to calm you down. The window in your bedroom was cracked open, letting the warm night breeze filter in. It carried with it the gentle rustle of leaves from outside, and the occasional distant hum of passing cars.

The soft movement of air made the candle flames flicker slightly, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The atmosphere was both soothing and unnerving, as if the room itself held its breath, waiting.

With your eyes closed, you began to chant the words found on the post.

"I, L/N  ____, pledge to give myself to the powers of the other side in order to fulfill my desires," you said, your voice loud and steady as you recalled the article stating that the spirits would only listen to those who were willing to give up their all, "my desire is to be presented with an entity that will ensure not only a gain in sexual knowledge as a virgin, but give me confidence to pursue an individual that has currently caught my eye."

After a few seconds of silence, you moved on to the next step. With a deep breath, you began the incantations, "Daemonium de desiderio. Dolores inferni circumdederunt me gratia tua." Your voice remained steady as you repeated this three times. You took another deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm. "It's now or never, ____," you told yourself, remembering the next step of the ritual. "You've come this far to chicken out now."

The candlelight flickered slightly, and you shivered, feeling a chill run through your body. "Just relax, ____, just make a little prick, no biggie," you muttered, gripping the needle tightly between your trembling fingers as you held your hand over the wooden bowl filled with a mixture of herbs and other ingredients. The dim glow of the candles reflected off the small needle in your hand.

Taking a deep breath, you placed the tip of the needle against your thumb, mumbling to yourself, "Just a little prick, just a little prick..." over and over. But the moment the sharp point touched your skin, panic set in.

The thought of pain—no matter how minor—made your stomach twist. You hated unnecessary pain, always had. Even the idea of a small cut was enough to make you wince.

Your hands began to tremble more, and tears of frustration welled up in your eyes. "I can't do it!" you cried, dropping the needle as your voice cracked. You shivered, your entire body tensing up in fear, unable to go through with the procedure. You sighed deeply, slouching forward, rubbing a hand down your face. "Gods, what's wrong with me," you muttered with a strained laugh, staring at the materials and the open laptop in front of you.

With a sigh, you reached over and shut the laptop, leaning back and preparing yourself for a mini-sad pity party. It felt ridiculous—summoning an incubus, just to fail because you couldn't handle a little pain. You shook your head, a self-deprecating smile tugging at your lips.

"Ow!" you suddenly yelped, yanking your hand up. You looked down to find the needle had somehow lodged itself between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes widened, a frown tugging at your lips.

You carefully pulled it out, wincing slightly at the sting before dropping it once more, not noticing as it fell directly into the wooden bowl below.

"Of course," you muttered under your breath, standing up as you sucked on the small wound. You walked towards the bathroom, looking for a band-aid, completely oblivious to what was happening behind you.

Unbeknownst to you, the mixture in the bowl began to bubble slightly, the herbs slowly dissolving as the blood mixed in with the ingredients. The candles flickered again, their flames stretching upwards as if reaching for something.

A strange energy began to fill the room, the air becoming heavy, almost electric. The curtains of your window began to flutter, almost as if someone had crept inside the confines of your room.

"Oh, come on," you groaned as you rummaged through the cabinets, coming up empty-handed. With a sigh, you gave up, shaking your head as you left the bathroom.

As soon as you returned to your room, every single candle surrounding you suddenly went out at once, as if someone had blown them out like birthday candles.

Your eyes snapped open, fear beginning to grow within you as you realized you were suspended in darkness.

This wasn't the typical darkness you were used to—it felt heavier, more inky, like it was swallowing up every ounce of light. The only light you were gifted with was from the moon outside your window, its dim rays barely illuminating the layout of your room.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. Timidly, you felt your way over to your bedside table, fingers fumbling as you reached to flick on the lamp.

You pressed the switch—once, twice—but nothing happened. Panic began to build inside you, your mind racing as you desperately tried to make sense of the situation.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly checked for any notifications. A message from the RA popped up in the group chat: "Heads up everyone, the power will be on and off tonight due to maintenance fixing the breaker. Will keep y'all updated." You sighed, your fingers trembling slightly as you lowered your phone. "Great timing," you muttered under your breath.

Determined not to let the eerie atmosphere get the best of you, you reached into your bedside drawer, searching for your lighter to relight the candles for light. Your fingers brushed against the cold metal, and you pulled it out, flicking it on with shaky hands.

The small flame flickered to life, casting a warm glow that provided you with a bit of comfort, even if it wasn't much.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you glanced around the darkened room. Something felt off—the air was thick, charged, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone.

Walking back over to one of the candles, you flicked it on, ready to light the candles back up, thinking that the wind from outside might have blown them out. Leaning forward to the first candle, you flinched when you heard a thump from somewhere behind you.

You swiveled your head left and right, trying to see if you could find what caused the noise.

At once, all the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the temperature of the room dropped. "...____..." A voice suddenly whispered out your name, the sound echoing as if someone was shouting in the distance.

You could feel your heart thrumming dangerously within your chest.

"...____..." It sounded breathless, somewhat taunting as it bounced around the room.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt a chill sweep throughout your body. It felt as if someone was sitting before you, blowing air into your face.

You squeezed your right hand, hoping that the pain would help anchor you amidst your whirling emotions, but it did nothing as your fear raged on like a fire scorching away.

With clenched eyes, you began to mumble soft hymns to yourself, "Jesus l-loves me, yes I know, f-for the Bible tells me so..." The tune was shaky as it left your trembling lips.

"Okay, breathe, ____, this is not real, it is only my imagination," you told yourself, repeating the sentence over and over again like a mantra. You felt your breathing calm down with the words, your shoulders relaxing as you began to believe in what you said. "See, it was just all in your head—"

You stopped breathing when you felt warm breath ghost over the side of your face, a pair of soft lips grazing the top of your ear.

"Aww," the voice teased, the tone dripping with mockery. "Did you really think a few little hymns would protect you? How precious..."

A blood-curdling scream exited your mouth just as the lights flickered on. You stumbled back, your heart pounding painfully against your ribcage. The lighter dropped from your hand, clattering to the floor as your wide eyes darted around the room.

Nothing. There was no one there.

The candles remained unlit, the curtains still, and the air seemed to have returned to its normal temperature.

But you knew—you knew—that you hadn't imagined it. Your skin still tingled from the feeling of those lips against your ear, and the echo of that mocking voice still reverberated in your mind.

Your eyes flicked to the bowl on the floor, the once-glowing mixture now dark and still. You backed up, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as you tried to process what had just happened. "This can't be real," you whispered, your voice shaking. "This isn't happening."

Instead of hitting the wall, your back collided with something else—something firm and warm. Panic surged through you, and before you could react, a familiar voice drawled behind you, "You humans are so weird..."

You felt hands trail down your back, their touch sending a shiver through you as they moved down your arms before wrapping around your waist in a firm grip. The sensation wasn't just hands; it was claws, sharp yet careful, grazing your skin as if savoring every tremble you made. "...You wish for something, yet when it's in front of you, you deny it, run from it... How amusing."

Your breath felt trapped in your throat, your heart pounding wildly. Slowly, against every instinct in your body screaming at you to run, you turned around. The grip on your waist loosened slightly, allowing you to face whatever was behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening as you took in the sight before you. He was tall—taller than any man you'd ever seen.

His hair was a stark, snowy white, almost glowing in the dim light of your room, and his eyes were an intense, piercing blue that seemed to look right through you. His chest was bare, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles, each defined line standing out under his honey-tan skin.

He was also wearing short silk boxers that stopped mid-thigh, the fabric clinging loosely to his form. The warmth of his skin contrasted with the sharpness of his presence, making him appear almost otherworldly.

But what truly caught your attention were the small, curled horns protruding from his head and the long, winding tail that lazily whipped behind him.

Your mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out.

The incubus smirked, bending at the waist and bringing up a clawed hand. He used a single finger to gently scratch under your chin, then closed your mouth for you. "What's the matter... devil got your tongue?" he taunted, his voice laced with amusement.

You took a staggering step back, your heart racing. Finally, you managed to find your voice, though it was shaky. "I-It worked," you stammered, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. "You... you actually came."

The incubus grinned, stepping over the wooden bowl and chalk lines as if they meant nothing. He moved with a confidence that was both captivating and terrifying, his gaze never leaving you. "Of course I did. How could I resist such an earnest little summoning?"

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. He was here. An actual incubus was in your room, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

This was real. You had actually done it.

The demon's eyes trailed over your form, taking in the sight of your tank-top and short sleeping shorts. His voice came out low and teasing, his head tilting slightly as he spoke. "So, you're the one who wants to gain some experience, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he took a step closer.

You felt your face heat up, your cheeks burning at his words. In that moment, you forgot entirely why you had even done this whole ritual—caught up in the fact that it had actually worked. "I-I mean, I just..." you stammered, your words trailing off as you felt awkward under his intense gaze.

The demon took another step closer, towering over you. He let out a soft, almost mocking coo at your embarrassment. "Aw, don't be shy. You summoned me for a reason, didn't you?"

You nodded, barely able to meet his gaze. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and you jumped slightly at the contact, your eyes snapping back to his.

"Relax," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I'm not gonna bite... unless you want me to." His smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your entire body tense. He was so close, his presence overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing, but it was impossible with him looking at you like that—with those eyes that seemed to see right through you.

The incubus's hand slid from your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head up so that you had no choice but to look at him. "You said you wanted to learn, right?" he whispered, his lips just inches from yours. "I can teach you... everything you want to know."

Just as he leaned down, about to press his lips against yours, you suddenly found your voice, stuttering out, "W-Wait!" You pushed past him, your hands trembling as you put space between the two of you.

You held up a shaky hand, trying to steady your breath. "Just... just give me a second, okay?" you said, your voice still trembling. You needed time to think—to understand what was happening, to process this overwhelming presence.

The incubus sighed, a sound that was almost a groan of frustration. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he crossed his arms over his bare chest. "You don't understand, sweetheart," he said, his voice laced with impatience. "I can't leave until our bargain is complete. You summoned me for a reason—until you lose your virginity, until we complete what you called me here for, I am bound to you."

Your eyes widened, and you swallowed nervously. "I... I know. It's just—" you paused, trying to gather your thoughts. "There's this guy, Suguru. I... I like him, but he doesn't mess with virgins, and I don't know what I'm doing. I thought maybe if I had some experience, I could... I don't know..." You trailed off, your face burning in embarrassment. The words tumbled out in a messy, awkward ramble, and you wished you could just disappear.

The incubus laughed, a low, amused chuckle that made your skin prickle. He slowly began closing the distance between you again, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, I see now," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "This is all for some boy, huh?"

You took a step back, shaking your head. "It's not like that! I mean, it is, but—" You stumbled over your words, watching as Gojo's smirk grew wider with every stutter.

He took another step forward, and you moved again, trying to keep the space between you. "I—I mean, I don't even know you like that," you stammered, your voice weak as you grasped for any excuse.

He froze, staring down at you as if you had just grown several heads. He raised an eyebrow, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement. Then, after a moment, he let out an amused scoff. "You don't know me, huh?" He shook his head, his eyes glinting with something wicked. "Fine, you can call me Satoru."

Before you could react, the incubus—Satoru—stalked toward you, his movements smooth and confident. You backed up until you felt the wall press against your back, your heart pounding as he stopped just inches away from you.

His arm came up, his palm resting flat against the wall beside your head, effectively pinning you in place.

"Listen, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You wanted to learn, right? Well, you need to learn the basics first. You need to learn how to relax, how to let yourself feel..." His other hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm, trailing up to your shoulder. "How to respond to someone's touch."

Your breath caught in your throat, your entire body tensing as his fingers traced along your skin. The heat of his touch was almost too much, your heart racing as his words sank in.

You knew he was right—you had summoned him for this, to learn, to gain experience—but it was so much more overwhelming than you had imagined.

Satoru started speaking again, his voice pulling your attention back to him. He tilted your face up gently, making you meet his eyes as he hummed, "I understand... You're a virgin, after all." He said it softly, almost as if he was comforting you, but there was a teasing edge in his tone that made your cheeks flush even more.

Slowly, he backed away from you, his gaze never leaving yours until he stopped at the edge of your bed. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke again. "If you're not ready to start, that's fine. We can start slow... Maybe you could learn the signs of when a man wants you."

You blinked, confusion furrowing your brow. "What do you mean—?" you started to ask, but your tongue went dry in your throat as you watched him. Satoru's blue eyes darkened, his entire presence becoming almost magnetic as he leaned back on your bed, propping himself up on his hands.

His muscles flexed as he settled into the position, his sculpted chest and abs on full display, his honey-tan skin almost glowing in the light. You couldn't help but stare, your eyes following the lines of his body as he showcased himself. Satoru noticed your reaction, his smirk widening, clearly pleased.

"It's not hard to see the signs," he said, his voice smooth as silk as he spread his legs slightly, the movement confident and intentional. His tail whipped behind him lazily, the motion almost hypnotic as he continued speaking. "A man's body will tell you everything you need to know if you pay attention."

Your eyes flicked down, unable to help yourself as Satoru's hands moved slowly over his own skin. He rubbed his chest, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his muscles, before moving down to his thighs. His touch was deliberate, his fingers pressing into the firm muscle, and you could feel your face growing hotter with every passing second.

He let out a soft sigh, his eyes watching you intently as he continued. "The way his body reacts... the way he touches himself... all signs that he wants you." His voice was low, almost a purr, and it made your stomach twist with a mix of nervousness and something else—something that made your skin feel too hot, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Satoru's hand moved lower, and before you could process what was happening, he pulled out his dick, the length thick and impressive as it flopped heavily against his stomach. His eyes never left yours as he did so, watching your every reaction.

Your eyes widened, embarrassment flooding you, but no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't look away.

Your gaze was fixed on him, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the sight before you—the way it rested against his stomach, the veins prominent along the thick length, pulsing faintly. The pink, flushed tip stood out against the rest, glistening slightly.

The slight sheen of his skin under the dim light made every detail more vivid, and the trail of white hair leading down accentuated his toned muscles.

It was overwhelming, and yet, you were entranced.

He stroked himself slowly, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched your reaction. "See, sweetheart? It's all about paying attention... learning what a man wants." His voice was a seductive whisper, his gaze holding you captive as he continued.

Satoru's hand moved in steady, deliberate strokes, his eyes never leaving yours. He let out soft groans, each sound making your stomach twist with an unfamiliar mix of nervousness and curiosity. The noise started out as barely audible sighs, but soon turned into deep, breathy pants that filled the room, echoing in your ears.

His gaze was locked on you, his blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched your every reaction—how your eyes widened, how your lips parted slightly, and how you shifted uncomfortably where you stood. His legs were spread out, his body relaxed as he continued to touch himself, his movements growing more purposeful with each passing moment.

He moaned, the sound low and drawn out, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. His hips began to move slightly, rising off the bed in response to his own touch. The veins along his length stood out even more as his hand moved faster, his breaths turning into shallow pants.

Satoru let out a low whimper, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. "____..." he murmured, your name slipping from his lips in a breathy moan that made your entire body tense. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively, trying to ignore the heat that was building inside you.

It was too much—his voice, the way he said your name—it all made you feel things you weren't sure how to handle.

He noticed, of course, his smirk widening as his eyes flicked down to your legs. "Aw, a-are you feeling it too, s-sweetheart?" he teased, his voice barely above a whisper. He let out another groan, his hips stuttering slightly as they lifted off the bed, his hand working faster over himself.

Satoru's movements became more urgent, his body tensing as he continued, his eyes still locked onto yours.

Every noise he made—every groan, every sigh—seemed to echo in your head, making it impossible to think of anything else but him and the way he was looking at you.

Satoru's movements became more urgent, his body tensing as he continued, his eyes still locked onto yours.

Every noise he made—every groan, every sigh—seemed to echo in your head, making it impossible to think of anything else but him and the way he was looking at you.

His eyes flashed a bright electric blue for a split second, and his voice came out husky, filled with need. "Come here," he commanded, and before you could even think, your feet were moving, obeying him.

You found yourself standing right in front of him, close enough that you could see every detail—the way his thighs twitched, the muscles of his stomach flexing, the slick, wet sounds of his hand moving over himself filling the space between you.

You felt yourself growing hotter, the sight of him this close making it impossible to ignore just how affected he was. His breathing was labored, each pant turning into a needy groan. His hips moved steadily, his body following the rhythm of his hand, and then his eyes met yours again. "Touch me," he groaned, the desperation clear in his voice.

You bit your bottom lip, your hands shaking as you slowly reached out. Your fingers brushed against his thigh, and the moment you made contact, Satoru let out a sultry groan, his head falling back, eyes closing briefly.

Encouraged, you let your hands trail up and down his thighs, feeling the strength in the muscles beneath your fingers. His skin was warm, almost hot to the touch, and you couldn't help but be in awe of the power you felt in him.

Satoru let out another groan, his hips stuttering for a moment as if reminding you of what he wanted. Your eyes flicked up, and you saw his head lolled to the side, his right arm tense and trembling as it held him up while his left hand continued to work over himself. He looked undone, his usually confident demeanor replaced with something raw and vulnerable.

You swallowed hard, your eyes flicking down to where your hand rested on his thigh. Slowly, you moved your hand up, caressing his skin until you hesitantly cupped the base of his length. It was hot—almost burning—and you could feel it twitch against your palm, the sensation making your heart pound even harder.

Satoru let out a deep groan, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. "Squeeze," he muttered, his voice rough, and you did as he asked, your fingers wrapping around him. He let out a shaky breath, his hips pushing up into your hand, and he cleared his throat, panting as he looked up at you. "Stroke it... like this," he instructed, guiding your movements. "Every man likes it a bit different, but... just follow my lead."

You nodded, your hand moving awkwardly at first as you tried to mimic his earlier motions. Satoru's gaze never left you, his breaths growing heavier as you found a rhythm.

The heat of him under your touch was almost overwhelming, and you could feel the slickness of his pre-cum as it dribbled down, coating your hand. He let out a low, broken moan, his hips snapping up more frantically, the wet sounds growing louder as you continued.

His entire body seemed to tense, his muscles straining as he came closer to the edge. His abs clenched, his stomach flexing involuntarily with each thrust of his hips. The sounds he made grew louder, more desperate, until finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he came.

His back arched off the bed, his body trembling as his release spilled over, dribbling down his length and hitting your hand. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth falling open as he rode out his orgasm, every muscle in his body going taut before slowly relaxing.

The cum dripped down, pooling on his stomach, and you couldn't help but watch, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him coming apart beneath your touch.

Satoru cracked open an eye, his lips tugging up into a smirk. "Good job," he murmured, his voice still a bit breathless. "You just learned how to give a handjob."

You felt your face flush, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness bubbling up inside you. "I-I know how one is done," you muttered, trying to hide the awkwardness you felt. "I... I even know what a blowjob is... I've done it before." The words slipped out before you could stop them, and your mind flashed back to your senior prom, shivering in disgust at the memory of your date fumbling and the uncomfortable experience.

It had been horrible—nothing like this.

Satoru's amused hum pulled you back from the terrible memory. He shifted slightly, leaning back comfortably on your bed, his smirk widening as he looked at you. "Is that so?" he asked, clearly intrigued.

Before you could respond, he continued, his tone shifting into something a bit more curious. "Tell me then... Have you ever been eaten out before?"

Your eyes widened, and you let out a startled noise, almost choking on your own breath. "W-What?!" you spluttered, your face heating up even more. "That has nothing to do with learning how to please a man!"

Satoru sat up, his eyes still locked on you. "Of course it does," he said matter-of-factly, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Some men get nothing but pleasure from taking care of their partner... Making sure you're enjoying yourself can be the biggest turn-on."

You opened your mouth to disagree, but the words caught in your throat when Satoru reached for your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it gently. He pulled you closer, his touch firm but not forceful, until you were standing directly in front of him. He stared up at you through his lashes, his white hair falling messily across his forehead, and you couldn't help but feel your breath hitch.

"C'mon," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "Ride my face."

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to come up with a response. "I-I don't think... I mean, what if I'm too heavy—" you started to say, only for Satoru to cut you off with a scoff.

"Sweetheart, I'm not human," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You can't hurt me." As if to prove his point, his tail curled around your waist, the firm grip a reminder of his strength and otherworldly nature. "Trust me... I want this."

You looked off to the side, your anxiety bubbling in your chest. After a long moment, you finally gave in, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay..."

Satoru wasted no time. His hands moved to your shorts, pulling them down swiftly and tossing them somewhere behind him. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as he guided you over his body, his hands pulling you closer as he lay back down, urging you to crawl over him.

Your knees pressed into the bed on either side of his chest, and you moved awkwardly, your heart pounding as you tried to position yourself above him.

His hands found their place at your waist, the warmth of his touch grounding you as you hovered over his head.

Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire, and the insecurity you felt only made it worse. You were unsure of what to expect—sure, you'd read smut, you'd watched porn, but it was entirely different when you were actually doing it.

This was real, and you could feel every nerve in your body buzzing with uncertainty.

You avoided looking down, not wanting to meet those electric blue eyes that were staring up at you from between your thighs. You could feel his gaze on you, his intensity almost overwhelming, and it made you feel vulnerable in a way you'd never felt before.

"Are you ready?" Satoru asked, his voice softer now, a hint of something almost reassuring beneath the teasing tone.

You nodded, though your voice betrayed you. "I... I guess," you muttered, your voice shaky and uncertain.

Before you could prepare yourself, Satoru yanked you down onto his mouth, his grip firm as he pulled you against him.

You let out a startled gasp, your hands shooting out to steady yourself as you fell forward slightly, your fingers tangling in his hair. A low groan rumbled from his throat the moment he tasted you, the vibration sending a shiver through your entire body.

His tongue was hot, wet, and the feeling of it against you made your head spin. He traced up and down your slit with a deliberate slowness, each movement of his tongue making your breath hitch.

You could feel the warmth of his mouth, the way his tongue explored every part of you, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked gently, then tonguing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You couldn't help the sounds that slipped from your lips, your entire body trembling as he worked you over. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continued, the sensation of his tongue moving against you almost too much to handle.

You tried to lift yourself up, to ease the overwhelming pressure building inside of you, but his tail curled around your waist tightened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"S-Satoru." You whined out his name in a broken moan, your hips slowly beginning to grind against his mouth, finding a delicious tempo.

Satoru groaned in response, the sound vibrating against you, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. His tongue moved with a deliberate slowness, almost teasing in the way it licked over you. It felt strange—soft yet firm, the texture unfamiliar but intoxicating.

A stuttered gasp left your lips as his tongue began to press into your entrance, the hot, wet sensation making your thighs tremble.

You couldn't control your movements anymore, your hips rocking against his face, chasing the pleasure that was building inside of you. Each flick of his tongue, each graze of his lips against your sensitive skin made your breath hitch, your fingers gripping tightly onto his hair as you lost yourself in the feeling.

Satoru's grip on your hips tightened, guiding you, encouraging you to keep going, his muffled groans only spurring you on further.

Your legs trembled, your movements growing more frantic as the pressure built higher and higher, the knot in your stomach tightening until it was almost unbearable. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you rode his face, your entire body tensing.

And then, finally, it snapped. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body shuddering as you came, your head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut as your hips stuttered against his mouth.

You could feel Satoru groaning against you, his tongue still moving, drawing out every last bit of pleasure as your body trembled above him.

Your legs felt like they could barely hold you up as you moved off of Satoru, collapsing next to him on the bed, panting heavily. Your entire body felt boneless, the aftershocks of your release still making your muscles twitch.

You glanced over at Satoru, your cheeks flushing as you took in the sight of him—his face slick with your juices, his eyes half-lidded and satisfied.

Satoru stretched like a cat, his body arching as he let out a contented sigh, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He sat up slowly, his gaze flicking to you as he used his thumb to swipe over his bottom lip before sucking on it, his eyes never leaving yours.

He moved closer, crawling over to you with a lazy grin on his face. "So," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Were you satisfied?"

You nodded, your cheeks still flushed. "Y-Yeah..." you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Satoru's hand reached up, his fingers brushing against your neck before cupping your face gently. He hummed, his eyes studying your expression. "You know," he said, his tone almost thoughtful, "technically, I've completed our deal." He smirked, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "You didn't specify what kind of sex... only that you wanted experience, confidence. And I'd say teaching you this definitely counts."

His eyes darkened slightly, the teasing glint in them replaced with something more intense. His thumb traced along your lip, his gaze locked onto yours. "But I have to say," he murmured, his voice dropping lower, "I really enjoyed this..."

He leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, sweetheart... I'll be back. After all, you're still a virgin."

With that, he pulled away, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. His body seemed to dissolve into black smoke, the dark tendrils swirling around him before disappearing completely, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room, your heart still pounding in your chest.

You flopped back onto your bed, releasing a satisfied sigh. "Well, that escalated quickly..."

Your phone pinged. Reaching for it, you turned it on, eyes widening at the notification.

Geto Suguru now follows you.

"Well, shit..."

A/N: ahhhh, not me getting into the halloween spirit 💀 hope you guys enjoy this just as much as i enjoyed writing it...

[monstersandmaw]

Monster: Werewolf

Prompt: Childhood friends to lovers?

I can't drabble, apparently. Also there's some angst with a hopeful ending. :3

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Gods, it hurts to look at him now. It shouldn't, but it does.

You've seen him skin his knees falling off the new bike his parents bought him. He'd been showing off and trying to do a wheelie. You've seen him crying after he put his palm down on a wasp while the two of you were splashing in the blow-up swimming pool when you were six. You've seen him with ice cream all round his face on a sleepover where you watched a movie that was too scary for the both of you and you both cried and curled up under the blankets together to sleep that night.

And then you went to high school together and he broke the hearts of everyone who had one to lose in the first place. Tall, athletic, handsome, he grew into his body in a way you didn't think you ever would.

He went to college and you moved across the country, and you used to call each other and talk late into the night.

Then he went silent.

At first you'd been worried enough to call his parents, but they just told you he was going through something and it would be best if you didn't call again.

Gods, that had hurt. You'd thought that was the worst pain, but now, seeing him in some bar in the city, with his sleeves cuffed up to his elbows and a whisky glinting in a cut glass tumbler between his lax fingers... He looks incredible and you feel like shit.

You whisper his name, and there's no way he should have heard it over the live band in the corner, but he jolts like he's been electrocuted and turns around with a wild look in his eyes, and the glass slips from his fingers onto the bar with a clunk.

You see his mouth form the shape of your name and he's half risen from the stool before he staggers a little. He's not drunk; he's shocked. He says your name again and the music steals it away again.

You cross to him and he looks down at you, his breathing shallow and fast. The light catches his eyes and flares them gold like the toss of a coin.

He says your name again and reaches for your shoulders as if to check you're real; that you're really standing there.

"Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck, I've missed you so much."

"What happened?" you breathe back, looking up at him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he exhales as he sits down heavily on that stool again and takes a deep draw from the whisky.

"I always believed you," you said. "Until you told me we'd talk soon. That was four years ago."

He screws his eyes shut. "I'm sorry."

"Try me," you say again and there's fire in your voice now. He hears it, and when he looks back at you, his eyes really are glowing gold.

"Alright..." he says. "Here goes nothing."

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood ☽ Kuji Prize B-2 Drama CD 2 ☽ Mukami ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD B-2賞 ドラマCD 2 (無神 ver.) Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro (Ruki), Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Yuma), Kimura Ryōhei (Kou), Kishio Daisuke (Azusa) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka for providing the audio!)

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Please do not reuse or repost my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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This drama CD was one of the lottery prizes for the More,Blood anime, I believe! It has the Halloween theme that I've been craving recently─it's been nothing but rainy (but cozy) weather here despite the fact that it's summer and autumn can't come fast enough in my opinion... I absolutely adored this CD! Again, huge thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka for sharing these gems with us ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) I used Yui's name in some places in this translation for practical purposes. Please enjoy listening and reading along!

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00:00 [The door opens.]

Kou: Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!

[The other Mukami brothers sigh.]

K: Oh, liven up! I even dressed up just for the occasion!

Yuma: All of a sudden you’ve grown ears ‘n a tail. So what?

Azusa: A cat costume… What’s going on?

Ruki: Stop fooling around and change out of that costume. It’s almost time for dinner.

K: C’mon, now. Do you really think I wore this costume for no reason at all? Just for fun?

R: Didn’t you?

K: Of course I didn’t! Don’t you know what day it is today?

Y: Huh? October 31st is…

A: Ah, Halloween…

[Kou claps his hands.]

K: Exactly, Halloween! And that means costumes! So… let’s all dress up and have a Halloween party together!

R: Quit this nonsense and go get changed. I won’t feel at ease if you sit at my dinner table wearing that cat costume.

K: Listen to me! I said let’s all dress up! And that includes you, Ruki. If I’m the only one in cosplay, it’ll only be embarrassing.

Y: It already is, though…

A: All of us… in costumes? That sounds kind of fun…

K: See, Azusa’s hyped too! That’s good, right? Let’s make our regular dinnertime a little more exciting.

R: Ugh… Fine. Go ahead.

[Kou celebrates his victory.]

K: Yes!

Y: Hey, hey! Ruki, you really OK with this? It’s gonna be a huge pain in the ass…

R: Kou won’t listen even if I tell him that. If I don’t give him permission, he’ll throw a tantrum just for the sake of it. That’ll be just as bothersome.

01:41 K: Well, then! You should all get changed.

A: But… we don’t have any costumes…

K: Hehe—just leave it to me.

[Kou wheels out a suitcase and opens it.]

K: Tada! 

[Kou pulls a bunch of costumes out of the suitcase.]

Y: Ah—the fuck is this?

A: Wow… So many costumes. Accessories, too… What are they for?

K: I told my stylist and hair-and-makeup artist that I wanted to throw a party for Halloween, and they let me borrow whatever I wanted! We use them all the time for photoshoots during this time of year.

R: You’re certainly… well-prepared.

Y: Ugh… Almost forgot you’re technically an idol. 

K: I’m not ‘technically’ an idol, I’m everyone’s favourite idol! You should watch the TV shows I do sometimes instead of your vegetable garden, Yuma.

Y: I don’t give a shit. I can’t fill my belly with your TV appearances.

K: You’re awful!

A: This pumpkin… It’s cute.

K: Ah! Azusa, that’s just the costume I had in mind for you—a Jack-o’-Lantern! I really think it’ll suit you. Here you go!

[Kou tosses the Jack-o’-Lantern costume to Azusa.]

Y: Speakin’ of pumpkins, what’re we gonna do for decorations? It won’t feel very Halloween-y if we don’t decorate.

R: Aren’t there any pumpkins in your garden?

Y: I haven’t grown any this year… 

K: Ah… Real pumpkins would be best, but fake ones will do for now. We have our little pumpkin Azusa with his Jack-o’-Lantern hat, after all.

A: So, I am the pumpkin… I’ll do my best. Ah.. if I wear this costume… will you carve me?

Y: No, we won’t, idiot.

A: Ah… you won’t? That’s too bad…

K: And, Ruki, this one’s yours!

[Kou throws a costume towards Ruki.]

03:46 R: And what is this, exactly? 

K: It’s a devil costume! It suits you, Ruki. This is your chance!

Y: It does suit you!

R: Hm…

A: Those fluffy things… Are they wings?

K: Yeah, yeah! They’re black wings. Pretty cool, right? The costume comes with proper horns and everything, so put those on too, alright?

Y: So Azusa’s a Jack-o’-Lantern and Ruki’s a devil. So what’s that make me?

K: Oh, Yuma, you will be…

[Kou rummages through the costumes.]

K: This!

Y: The fuck’s that rag?! 

K: You’ll be a zombie!

Y: What?!

K: A Z-O-M-B-I-E!

Y: Why make me a zombie? You got plenty of other costumes!

K: Because it’ll be fun!

R: Heh. 

Y: Hey! Don’t laugh, Ruki!

R: No, the zombie costume suits you. It’s not that different from the rags you wore when you were little.

Y: Tch!

A: But the rags alone might not be enough, though… Would you like… my pumpkin?

K: It’s alright! I’ve got special effects make-up and some props. I’ll make you a proper zombie!

Y: A proper zombie? What even is that? Screw this! Make me a werewolf or somethin’!

K: I don’t wanna! I’m the one dressed up as an animal today.

Y: You piece of shit… I’ll rip off your fucking tail.

K: Well, everyone, go put on your costumes! You too, Yuma. I’ll take care of your makeup!

[Kou gets to work on Yuma’s makeup.]

05:25A: Ah… Wow. It looks like a real wound… Did you make it yourself, Kou?

K: Oh, no. I had the special effects guy make this for me. I’m reusing the one they put on me for a photoshoot earlier.

Y: Ugh, disgustin’…! Why’d humans evolve to make this kinda shit?!

R: Clean skin would be pretty unusual for a zombie, wouldn’t it?

A: How lovely… I want to put them on, too… But… if I want new wounds… can’t I ask Eve to hurt me?

R: Don’t pressure her like that, Azusa.

A: Then, will you… hurt me instead, Ruki?

R: Uh…

[Kou pulls a little too hard at Yuma’s skin.]

Y: Ah—ow, ow, ow!—Kou, you son of a bitch! Don’t pull my skin like that, shit fuckin’ hurts! 

K: Huh? It’s not even that bad! Man up.

[Kou does it again.]

Y: Ow! Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose, you fuckin’ prick—

K: It’s just your imagination—ah, Ruki, could you hold this for a second?

06:41 R: Me?

K: Yeah, yeah. You’re already done getting dressed, so help me out, will you?

R: Hm… Alright.

[Ruki walks over to Kou and Yuma.]

A: I want… to help, too.

K: Thanks, Azusa! Let’s do the face makeup next, then…

Y: Ah—huh—ugh—hey, Ruki! Your wings’re in the way! It’s makin’ my face itchy!

R: I’m trying my best here, but—

K: C’mon, stay still—Here!

[Kou sprays something on Yuma’s face and Yuma almost chokes.]

K: Don’t move, Yuma! 

[Kou sprays it again.]

Y: You fucker—stop it! What’re you puttin’ on my face?

K: It’s a fake blood spray. (1) 

Y: What’re you—stop…!

[Yuma struggles while Kou happily covers him in fake blood.]

A: Ah… Yuma looks like a real zombie.

R: Hey, don’t put up a fight, you’re getting it on me, too—

Y: Argh—Let me go! Hey, fuckin’ listen to me—

07:39 K: There, all done!

Y: C’mon, why am I the only one covered in this shit? I don’t even know what the fuck I look like—You got a mirror or somethin’?

R: The mirror’s right—

K: Ah, wait, wait! Before we show him… Yuma, could you go and get Kitten?

Y: Huh? Can’t that wait ‘til after that?

[Kou pushes Yuma towards Yui’s room.]

K: Just go get her!

Y: This shit sucks…

[Yuma walks off.]

K: Hehehe… I wonder if he’ll give our little Kitten a fright! I’m sure he will!

A: Yuma’s face looks… pretty beaten up…

R: Good grief. You’re taking it too far.

K: Jumpscares are some of the best parts of Halloween!

R: You’re the only one having fun, though.

K: Huh?—Oh… He’s back!

[Yuma comes back in, carrying an unconscious Yui in his arms.]

Y: Hey, Sow saw me ‘n straight up passed out.

K: Haha! She really did! 

R: Of course she would. The makeup looks pretty realistic, after all. Put her down on the sofa, Yuma.

Y: Alright… Ugh, what am I even doing?

[Yuma places Yui on the sofa.]

A: Yuma, here… A mirror.

Y: Ah, thank—What the actual fuck?! Kou, you asshole, this’s taking it too far! There’s such a thing as too much!

K: It’s fine! It’s finally Halloween, so I had to make it realistic!

A: Yuma… It really suits you. You look like… an actual zombie.

Y: Well, I ain’t happy about it! Hey, hurry up and get me back to normal!

K: Keep it on a little longer. I put so much effort into it!

Y: Like hell I will! You fucker—I’ll turn you into a fuckin’ zombie!

K: Hey—hold on! Ah!

Y: C’mere, asshole!

[Yuma chases after Kou as he tries to run away, the two yelling and screaming at one another.]

K: [In the background] No, stop! Ah!

R: I suppose we should postpone the party until she wakes up.

A: Yeah… You’re right.

K: [In the background] You idiot!

R: Ugh… What a noisy bunch.

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 血糊（ちのり）スプレー：Lit. ‘gore spray,’ so I suppose it might be a little… grosser than fake blood.

[i-live-here-in-my-house]

Thinking about a world where Sega and Capcom came together and gave us what we all deserve: a Sonic X Ace Attorney crossover game. I would think it'd lean more into a visual novel style, maybe with some parts more similar to the Investigation games where you play as Sonic in kinda an isometric platforming stage? Honestly that part isn't as fully formed in my mind.

Some sort of Eggman plot ends up getting everyone accidentally sent to the world of AA while he's on the search for some kinda spirit channeling maguffin to aid him in a take-over-the‐world-plot. And of course Phoenix "luckiest unlucky man ever" Wright ends up getting himself stuck right in the middle of it all.

For the first/tutorial case I think Sonic would absolutely need to be the defendant. I would think the events of the case probably take place either the same day of or the day after the Sonic cast gets transported into the world. Something along the lines of Sonic not having an alibi because he was moving too fast for them to see him would be a perfect kinda turnabout twist to combine the logic of both series together imo.

Also throughout the whole game there would 100% be a running gag about people mistaking Phoenix and Sonic for eachother purely because of Wright's hair and Sonic's quills

Case two's defendant is a toss up between Knuckles or Tails imo, I lean more towards Knuckles being the one though for one very important reason. Tails would be perfect for the Ace Attorney 'weird girl assistant' role. Obviously Sonic would be tagging along too (because no way in hell would you not be able to have both protagonists hanging out together) but Tails would be totally down to help and Sonic, while he totally wants to help Knux, is very much in a "I could just break him out and be back before they could even notice he's gone" mood which is causing Phoenix just SO much grief.

I think this would probably break from the general mold of AA and not be a murder case and instead be a larceny case, with Knuckles being accused of the crime due to his digging skills, and the fact that tunnels were found all around the property of the stolen object. This is where we learn about this spirit channeling macguffin through either a Pearl cameo, who we learn through fluff dialogue is now an honorary member of Team Rose due to how well she gets along with them. It turns out to actually be Rouge who stole the macguffin under orders from G.U.N to keep it out of Eggman's hands meaning she doesn't sentenced for the crime since she technically didn't break any laws.

Case three's defendant would be Big the Cat because I think it'd be funny. Something along the lines of Big looking for Froggy and ending up at a totally unrelated murder scene. You play as Apollo in this case because he's my favorite boy and I think it'd be funny to watch him struggle with having to deal with Big. Just a general silly case full of wacky crossover fun before getting more seriously into the plot with the final two cases. Also the Chaotix are there because you can't have a mystery game without detective. Are the helping? Are they against you? Not really sure. But it'd be a massive missed opportunity to NOT include them.

Amy would be case four's defendant, with her piko piko hammer being found at the scene and Omega's body being found in pieces. That's right! I think it'd be interesting to have a named character be the victim of one of these cases, but obviously I'm not gonna kill anyone off. I think Omega would be the best pick though since he's a robot and it'll take time for Tails to fix him from the totally wrecked state he's in. I think it'd be fun to have Shadow as a key witness in this case, believing Amy did it. He doesn’t want to suspect she did something like this, but claims he saw her in the act of tearing Omega apart with her hammer, take the macguffin and then bolt.

It goes without saying it's obviously Eggman trying to frame Amy for this, using Metal Sonic to frame her by using his shape shifting powers from Heros to disguise himself as her, take apart Omega to retrieve the macguffin, and get it to Eggman. Leading into the final case.

The final case would be a continuation from there with out heros all joining together to try and stop Eggman from using the machine being powered by the Macguffin. Maybe something about Phoenix needing to come with because his magatama is able to counteract it...? Idk. Get that mandatory Edgeworth cameo in there with it being revealed that him and Franziska were teaming up with Team Dark the whole game to help put a stop to things (Giving us fun Phoenix + Sonic and Edgeworth + Shadow parallels). Of course the heros manage to put a stop to things and everyone goes back to their own world yadda yadda happy ending.

This came out way longer than I expected haha but I hope y'all like the concept! If I had the patience I'd totally write this as a fan fic but I know I don't so if anyone wants to take my idea and expand on it absolutely do it! Just let me know so I can read it too. :3

[apomaro-mellow]

Kitchen sex all the way for steddie bingo

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Kitchen Sex

Steve could die. He could actually die. And he'd toss himself off the balcony if he didn't think his mother would just call him dramatic and force his corpse to sit at dinner. Holiday parties were fun as a kid. He didn't mind the clothes and no one expected him to really talk and the food was good and he got to have dessert in his room.

Now that he was older and knew better, the banality of it all drained his soul. His parents weren't friends with any of these people, they were just business partners and colleagues. And everything else about them was fake too. The Chezwicks were staunch pro-life supporters but Steve knew both daughters had abortions. Darbie Everwood had some vague charity about helping the poor in Africa but frequently berated her mostly immigrant staff.

Steve's own parents talked about these people behind their backs and yet invited them into their home, all smiles. And Steve was expected to partake. He had learned the tricks of the trade. Smile and laugh, but don't look vapid. Play along and never let them know what you know until you needed something from them. And the most important thing he learned was how to keep his own secrets.

Steve checked the time on his watch and then looked out the window. He could see some white shirts, the catering staff, going on a smoke break. Which meant Steve's secret was waiting in the kitchen. He excused himself, and took a slightly roundabout way to get there. When he entered, all of the lights were off except for the oven hood's. It made the vast kitchen dark but the small light coupled with a bit of help from the moon through the window, Steve was able to make him out.

"Can't believe I'm missing a smoke break for you."

"You're more than welcome to go outside", Steve challenged, walking over to the silhouette near the light.

"And freeze my dick off? No thanks." A hand came up to cradle Steve's face and then trail into his hair, gripping the back of it. "Not when I've got you. And you're my good little cockwarmer, right?"

Steve let out a whine and crashed their lips together. They didn't have a lot of time. Not only would the staff be back after their break, but his father was going to call a toast soon. Steve would have been content to kiss him all night. But almost too soon, he was pulled away and then he felt lips on his neck.

"Eddie", he gasped in a whisper.

"I know we don't got long, sweetheart. How do you want it?"

"I wanna rub you off. And then shake hands with Fleming."

Eddie snickered against his neck and nibbled at his pulse. "The guy who cut funding for recreation?"

"Just so he can put more money in his own pockets." Because Steve's secrets were Eddie's too. He pushed Eddie against the counter and began to undo his belt. Eddie did the same for Steve, their hands fumbling in both the darkness and in their rush.

The hurry felt good. But Steve couldn't wait until tomorrow. His parents were going to the beach house for Christmas. Steve was going to the winter lodge. And he was bringing Eddie along. They both groaned as they finally got their hands on each other. Eddie stroked him, fast and dry and Steve did the same. Steve's lips found his neck. Eddie couldn't leave marks on him right now but the same was not true for Steve.

Eddie groaned at a particularly well placed bite. The sound tipped Steve over the edge and he was cumming, thinking of all the wonderful things he'd get to do to him in the lodge. He felt Eddie trembled against him and spill on his hand.

They cleaned up for the most part, readjusting clothes and hair and wiping their hands off. Eddie washed his in the huge industrial sink. While Steve went without. When he exited the kitchen, he made a beeline for Fleming.

@steddiebingo

Bingo card under the cut

[jellypopswag]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Clapton goes over to the readers house and have a smoke sesh, maybe make out and goes outside, riding his skateboard together🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙝

♡ ♡ ♡ jelly's notes ; ~13k words, clapton x gn!reader, m rated, lapslock, shotgunning, mentions and depictions of smoking weed, more romance than i intended

he can't get enough of you.

he's excited to see you, even just by the way he knocks on your front door—eager, fast, and loud.

you've come to believe that, when it comes to you, he thinks like a dog. every minute spent apart feels like an hour, and every hour spent apart feels like ten.

"coming!" you exclaim as you emerge from the kitchen, carrying some snacks. you make your way to the front door— at a leisurely pace, of course. the longer he waits, the more affectionate he'll be when he finally sees you.

you place down an ashtray and some snacks on your coffee table— chips, freshly popped popcorn, soda— the kind of junk food that you feel less guilty about eating when you're doing it with someone else.

closing the distance between you and the front door, tugging it open, your senses are ambushed in an all-too-familiar way.

clapton pulls you into a tight embrace, enveloping you in his arms. this close, you can smell his cologne— a deep, masculine scent, with an addicting tinge of sweetness you can only smell up close.

after a moment of basking in his embrace, clapton pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes. "I missed you," he says, as if his eagerness to get his hands on you didn't make that obvious already.

you smile at him, his hands easing downward to grasp onto your waist— holding you there.

clingy is an understatement.

you reply with a quick kiss; just enough to leave him wanting more. "what movie do you want to watch?" you ask innocuously, pulling away from him to sit on your couch.

his hands slip from your waist as you turn to walk off, causing you to grab his hand and pull it into your own— so as to not lose physical contact with him completely.

maybe the clinginess goes both ways.

he interlocks his fingers with your own, sitting down on the couch right beside you— leaving as little space between you both as possible.

"anything," he says, like he often does, which is code for 'i won't be paying attention to whatever we watch anyways.'

you eye him for a moment, an amused grin tugging at your lips. he really does love you, if the adoration in his unwavering gaze is anything to go by. it's no wonder that, when you're in the room, he can't focus on anything else.

"alright then," you slip your hand out of his own, a conscious choice on your part to make sure he continues to ache for more. You grab the remote off of the coffee table to scroll through netflix.

as if your sudden lack of physical contact knocked him out of his lovesick daze, he suddenly remembers something.

beside you, you hear shuffling as clapton adjusts to pull something out of his pocket: a small plastic bag, with a few pre-rolled blunts inside.

very classy.

turning to glance at him, you chuckle at the sight; already amused by how this night will inevitably go.

he leans in close, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before tossing the bag on the coffee table, shoving his hand into his other pocket to tug out a lighter.

"if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you're trying to get me to do drugs," you comment, with all of the amusement your teasing tone can convey. you grab the bag off of the coffee table, tugging it open.

"good thing you know better, then," he says, tone just as playful, and snatches the bag from you with a cheeky grin. "this is all for me."

you huff, quickly followed by a laugh, reaching to grab the bag from him. he lifts the bag up above his head, keeping it out of your reach. his grin has turned into a full, cocky smirk.

in your attempts to grab the bag from him, you end up in a rather compromising position; leaning over him, with one hand firmly on the back of the couch as your other arm stretches out as far as it can— trying to grab the bag and failing. to avoid losing your balance and collapsing atop him, your outstretched hand lowers to prop yourself up-- accidentally trapping him beneath you.

the laughter between you both slowly quiets, as the implication of what tonight entails begins to set in.

and, as cocky as clapton is, moments like these make his blind confidence melt.

he's in awe of you atop of him for a moment too long, leaving you just enough time to grab the plastic bag from clapton— getting off of him in the process.

laughing triumphantly to yourself, you pull a blunt out of the bag as clapton readjusts himself to sit upright. he grabs the lighter, shifting so that he can turn to you— an expectant glint in his gaze.

by now, you've long since realized something about clapton: he loves doing things for you.

if he had any say in it, you'd never have to lift a single finger again. oftentimes he doesn't even realize the ways in which he spoils you; down to his insistence that he always light blunts for you.

"let me do it for you," he'd said, the two of you crammed in the corner of a shitty house party.

you were just trying to score some weed, to make a shitty evening a little more bearable, but he thought you were beautiful— far too beautiful to do something so frivolous yourself.

you press the blunt to your lips— smiling around it, leaning into clapton just slightly— thumb and index finger holding the blunt in place.

with practiced ease, his gaze focuses in on your mouth— a quiet fizzle searing into the air as the other end of the blunt is carefully singed.

a comfortable, intimate silence falls over you both as you inhale— the familiar, earthy taste seeping into your mouth.

a quiet clanking sound signals that clapton has tossed the lighter down, although you barely register the noise— a haze washing over you as you sigh, light puffs of smoke flowing from your mouth.

your throat burns with it, but you've done this enough times to be largely unphased. you inhale again, pulling the blunt from your lips to pass off to clapton.

clapton takes the blunt from you, and in one swift motion— his lips are pressed softly against your own, blunt carefully outstretched to be certain that he doesn't accidentally burn you.

it's easy to melt into clapton; from the addicting sensation of his kiss, to the gentle way in which his unoccupied hand snakes its way upwards to cup your jaw in his soothing touch.

it was no secret that clapton was a fan of shotgunning. it hadn't been a secret for quite a while, actually. once you two had established frequent smoke sessions with each other, it hadn't taken long before his lowered inhibitions had enabled him to start making some rather bold moves.

you lean into his kiss, tilting your head as your lips part just slightly. with a gentle huff, the pool of smoke seeps into clapton's own mouth-- filling the air between you both with a dizzying haze.

before you can fall too deeply into the passionate kiss, clapton is pulling away-- with a dazed, cheeky grin you can't help but to admire.

maintaining eye contact, clapton presses the blunt to his own mouth-- inhaling deeply. plucking the blunt from his lips, he shifts his body to set the blunt down in the ashtray on the coffee table.

everything happens in slow motion after that.

seizing the opportunity, you use his distracted state to your advantage-- waiting until the moment he lets go of the blunt to gently shove him down onto the couch.

he stammers for just a moment as you crawl atop him, clapton looking up at you with big, dazed eyes.

you make a conscious effort not to touch him-- body hovering above his. you lean down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his own. quickly taking the hint, he returns the kiss in tandem-- a puff of smoke flooding into your mouth once again and filling your senses with nothing but dizzying want and the desperate need to cling onto clapton and never let go.

foolish, to think you could last more than a moment without getting your hands on him.

clapton reaches up to you, one hand cupping your jaw as the other trails downward to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

you hum, the sound reverberating into his mouth as you place a hand flat on his sternum-- fingertips carefully stroking his chest.

the weed-induced haze easing into your bones causes the kiss, while initially passionate and firey, to melt into something more languid. slipping your tongue past his lips, the taste of him seeps into your senses-- causing your pounding heart to beat even faster. your breathing grows heavy, body desperate with want.

but you're not too far gone yet.

smiling into the kiss, savoring it for just a moment longer, you pull away completely-- lifting yourself off of him and sitting back down on the couch, grabbing the blunt out of the ashtray.

you take another deep inhale of the blunt; with no intention of sharing this time.

clapton, still breathless, sits upright-- hair slightly tussled from his previous position.

he huffs, gaze fixated on you. he could pounce on you right now-- reverse the roles and have you pinned beneath him, kiss you until you're dizzy with it, and you'd be completely fine with that.

but you both enjoy this game. the push-pull nature of it, the way that any pleasure you get, you've worked for. it makes the reward taste so much sweeter.

coming to a mental conclusion, clapton stands up, outstretching a hand to you. "let's go for a ride, yeah?" he asks, his familiar, bright tone tinged with a sense of admiration exclusive to you.

you raise an eyebrow. "you rode here on a skateboard," you retort, noting that there's no extra car parked in your driveway.

"that's what i meant," he replies, as you concede and reach out to grab his hand. he chuckles, tone sickeningly sweet, and interlocks your fingers as he lets you lead the way outside.

leaving the house, you barely get the front door locked before he's pulling you to follow him-- skateboard lying carelessly upside down in the center of your front lawn. from its position, you can tell he spared no extra time earlier when it came to coming to a stop and rushing to your front door.

his obvious eagerness to be with you; to see you, talk to you, touch you, is dizzying.

by the time you make it to the empty road in front of your house, skateboard tucked securely under clapton's free arm, the buzz of weed has gone from jarring and dizzying to soft and mellow; a warm buzz flooding your skin.

clapton pulls his hand away from yours to set the skateboard down, planting his feet on the board with practiced ease.

he places both hands securely on your waist, helping you step onto the board in front of him-- your back practically flush with his chest.

once stable, he moves to fully wrap his arms around you for just a moment-- leaning his face in close to yours. "ready?" he asks, kissing your temple when you reply with a nod.

moving back to a more stable, standing position-- hands retreating back to grip your waist-- he plants one foot on the ground, propelling you both forward at a relaxed, gentle speed.

The pace he's set is comfortable, allowing you to ease into his touch, not paralyzed by fear of flying off of his skateboard.

seeing that the road ahead is straight, and it'll be a short while before you're concerned with turning, you tilt your head back-- leaning it on his shoulder.

he laughs, and you feel the way his chest rumbles with it-- pressing a kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder; one of his favorite places to kiss you.

"clapton," you say around the blunt, eyes fixated on the stars above you.

he hums in acknowledgment, as if not wanting to speak and break the serene moment that has fallen over you both.

glimmering stars in the sky, with the chirp of crickets and the gentle bustling of tree leaves serving as background music to this moment.

and clapton, hands gripping onto your waist-- tight enough to be firm, but meticulously careful enough not to bruise-- with his face practically nestled into the crook of your neck.

you pull the blunt from your lips with a deep inhale. "i love this," you sigh. and maybe it's a sudden burst of confidence willed up by nothing but your own subconscious, or it's a drug-induced boldness, but either way, you only contend with yourself for a moment before saying it. "i love you." you continue, hoping clapton doesn't notice the deep, pounding throb of your racing heart.

you feel clapton stiffen just slightly, a subconscious reaction born purely out of shock-- and a weed-induced difficulty to actually process what you just said.

clapton's grip on your waist tightens just slightly, adjusting his head so that he's practically whispering in your ear. his tone, while packed full of barely contained joy, is also shaking slightly. he's nervous, and it's the most endearing thing in the world. "...really?"

you laugh. "so much for a romantic response," you tease, grinning from ear to ear.

clapton carefully brings his skateboard to a stop, leading you off of the board so that you can turn to face him.

he pulls you in close by the hips, gaze locked on your own.

you find yourself dizzy again, nerves beginning to prickle at your skin with every second of silence that falls over you both.

clapton takes the blunt from your hand and tosses it aside carelessly, kissing you in a manner so full of love you could drown in it.

he murmurs it against your mouth, then. a quiet "i love you too" sighed onto your lips, his own breath wavering almost unnoticeably at the end. not from uncertainty, but from a certainty so strong his body can't properly contain it.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in close as you kiss him deeper.

you're addicted to each other, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

♡ ♡ ♡ thank you for reading! i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: i was high while writing at least a quarter of this fic (¯▿¯) ran into some formatting issues, so hopefully this post doesn't look too weird on y'all's end,, i apologize if any weed jargon was incorrect or sounded awkward, i'm pretty much exclusively an edible user so i'm not very familiar with the smoking side of things (*￣▽￣) check out my other works here!~ © jellypopswag

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

(Murder Drones Episode 8 spoilers!)

Space. The final frontier.

Poor robo-roaches always getting tossed around and killed.

They just left Braiden and Rebecca's corpses there??

Honestly the Teacher is such a mood, I can't believe I never realized it before.

Solvedcalculus reference???

Nori you can't say that this is a Christian Minecraft server.

It's amazing how they're able to make her still convey emotions when she's only got one eye.

YES HE SAVED HER BUT ALSO WOW THAT WAS FAST

Well she did tell you to "Die Mad" about it, so...

Kiss. Kiss! KISS! KISS!! KISS!!! KISS!!!! KISS!!!!!

New cute date idea: Skydiving from space and burning up in the atmosphere together <3

THEY ARE DATING THEY ARE CANONICALLY DATING!!!!!!!!!!

Why no kiss tho :(

Dang it, that was Thad's only good pipe.

V IS ALIVE AND SHE RODE IN ON A SENTINEL I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST JOKING ABOUT THAT

AND IT HAS A LITTLE COWBOY HAT

SHE WAS LIZZY'S SECRET FRIEND AND SHE DID THAT ONE MEME

No!! Bad dingo!!! We do not eat our friends!!!

IT'S DOING THE WALL-E FIRE EXTINGUISHER THING

So did J know the whole time or was she kept in the dark at first and only recently found out? Not entirely clear on that.

You really think it's not gonna dispose of you once all the universe is dead?

V SAID BITE ME

I was fully expecting her to chuck N into the core for a second there. But TBH I don't think continuing to destroy the planet is gonna fix it.

THEY'RE SO CRINGE IN A COOL WAY I LOVE THESE STUPID DORKS

THE CAPTIONS SAY SOLVER CONFIRMED THAT IS NOT CYN

"Okey."

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP

Y'know J thinks pretty highly of herself for someone who's literally never killed a single person on-screen in the entire time that this show has existed.

Huh, I guess those theories about Uzi not having a core icon were wrong.

You get a panic attack! You get a panic attack! EVERYBODY GETS A PANIC ATTACK!

Wait which part of this is the trap?

FREAKIN EXCUSE YOU DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT I JUST TOLD NORI THIS IS A CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER THERE WILL BE NO SWEARING

Uzi is not beating the bisexual allegations.

SHE IS CANONICALLY CRINGE AND FREE

Nori I don't think most people call their daughters "babe."

"...'Kay."

Playing Nightcore during a final battle is the most anime thing ever.

And the J abuse continues.

*teleports behind you* Nothin personnel, kid.

Okay bye J, thanks for literally nothing.

SECRET HANDSHAKE N YOU'RE SUCH A DORK

o7

THEY'RE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM

YOU STOPPED TIME???

SHE LITERALLY ATE A BLACK HOLE???

😦

Thad is confirmed the coolest dude on Copper 9.

Sorry y'all, Khori divorce real.

Man Teacher don't wanna deal with none of this, same TBH.

Everybody gangsta til the cowboy robot dinosaurs start driving buses

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!!!

Nah you're not damaged you're just autistic and edgy.

Polyclue shippers low-key getting fed tho.

HE'S BEING SUPPORTIVE AND TEACHER STILL DON'T WANNA DEAL WITH THIS

HE CALLED HER HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!

My heart goes out to all the Doll fans, y'all got done dirty. 😔

He's learning how to draw anime!!! His art is getting so good!!!

He finally got to play rummy with the WDF!

They're gonna passionately make love on that bed later.

Wow what did Rachel ever do to you. Also who's Rachel.

THE NUZI-VIZZY DOUBLE DATE FEATURING DINGO AS THE FIFTH WHEEL

THAT'S THE REAL CYN YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THAT ISN'T THE REAL CYN FINALLY FREE OF THE SOLVER AND LIVING IN UZI'S TAIL UNTIL THEY CAN MAKE A NEW BODY FOR HER

IN YOUR FACE EVERYBODY WHO SAID LIAM DOESN'T LIKE HAPPY ENDINGS!!!!

[luveline]

Oh my gosh Zombie!steve holds a special place in my heart. Please write more for this Drabble series

thank you for reading!! steve zombie!au —you and steve reunite after a morning apart. 1k, fem!reader

Steve's sitting by the fire unawares when you drape the spare blanket over his shoulders. His hair, wet from a quick scrub in the stream, has soaked the collar of his shirt. The blanket is a welcome warmth, your doting moreso. 

He puts his makeshift bookmark between the pages of his book and follows your face as you sit with him. The apocalypse and subsequent lack of movies has turned him into a bookworm through necessity. He worries about things too much if he has nothing to do, and lately that's always the case. 

"Hello," you say, crossing your legs. Your knee bumps into his. "Sorry. Hey. What chapter are you on?" 

He flips the pages until he finds the chapter header. "Chapter twenty five." 

"You're getting quick," you say. 

It's weird to him that after so many confessions, days spent in one another's arms, nights laying between each other's thighs, you still hesitate sometimes before touching him. You know how much he loves you, and you waver. 

"We could start reading them together again."

"I go too fast." Your eyes widen in recognition. "But you're quicker now." 

He doesn't mind missing the last few lines of each page if it means you'll lean your head against his arm for a couple of hours every night. Your breath warms his collarbones. Your cheek soft and smushed to his rigid shoulder. 

"Way quicker." 

He thinks you're beautiful. It might be hurtful to say you aren't everyone's type, and it's not that he felt he had to warm to you before you became his type or anything, but you have something about you that he loves. Maybe it's purely the way you smile at him, that silly devotion poorly smothered (that he hopes you'd find reflected by him), or maybe it's your eyes. Maybe it's the way you speak to him, half the time like you're worried he won't talk back, and the other half like you're the same person thinking all the same things. He's hungry for every thought you have. 

Beautiful, and he loves you. Steve couldn't be more sure about it, and everyday it gets worse. He wonders if it'll ever stop, or if one day he's going to wake up next to you and choke on air, astounded by the chances of it all. How did you manage to find him? What luck was it of his to get to keep you despite his bad behaviour? He knows he was never as kind as he should've been to start with.

He looks at you and he thinks, Fuck, she's pretty. 

Steve tosses his book down into the packed dirt and just stares at you. You look back unabashed for a handful of seconds he savours. 

"Do I have something on my face?" you ask. 

"No," he murmurs. "You're just beautiful." 

Your eyebrows thread together at the starts, a wrinkle creasing the skin between them. You don't believe him, your lips puckering into a small frown.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" you ask. 

"I really, really think it's true. That's why. I can't not look at you without thinking about it. Even when we're dirty and starving and smell like hot garbage," he says, shrugging gently. "You're beautiful." 

"You've been reading too many romance books."

"I get that it sounds weird," he says. "Doesn't make it less true. You're beautiful." 

"That's enough," you say with a grin. "Stop. If Eddie hears you saying that he'll make fun of you forever." 

Steve gives you a fake shove. "Sorry, I'm confessing my love and the first thing you bring up is my arch nemesis?" 

You wince though he's only kidding, more than aware of his Eddie Munson related jealousy. You both talk about everything without punches pulled these days, and you've assured him he's the only one for you, but he'd quite like to hear it again. 

"Sorry, that's my bad," you say, shuffling closer to him. You put your arm behind his back and kiss his shoulder, warmth unfurling from the contact despite the shirt and blanket between it. "I think you're handsome, too, but you know that. Beside the fact that I'd never really been naked in front of someone before, those early days were torture for me 'cus I thought you were, like, the handsomest guy I went to school with." 

"Just school?" 

"No," you mumble, crossing your free arm over his stomach, nestling yourself under his arm. "Handsomest guy ever." 

He dips his head to touch his nose to the top of your head. 

"I love you," you say, scrunching his shirt in your hand. 

"Yeah, I love you, too. How was work?" 

"Bah. How was your day off?" 

Steve likes getting time off at camp, but it's pointless when you're not off with him. "Wasted. Missed you stupid, helped out with the kids at lunch anyways, spent the rest of it on that shitty book." 

"It's no good?" you ask. 

He loves your voice. It shoots through him like a spark, your genuine, lilting concern. 

"Shit. I don't think I wanna finish it."

"Skip to the end and go get a new one," you suggest. 

He closes his eyes and breathes in the smoky air of the campsite. You have this effect on him —of many— where you can quieten a hectic place. You sit down next to him and suddenly he's not sitting a ways off from the fire in the middle of the Michigan woodland, he's with you. Plain and simple. 

"I will." 

"Maybe I can help you vet some? Make sure you get one you enjoy this time. Or we can trade some of our credits for a new pack of cards. I'll teach you how to play speed."

"After you tricked me into being bad at gin rummy? Nah, you're okay." 

You force his head up as you lift your own, pinning him with your tender gaze. "You like losing. You do, you always say I have to kiss it better." 

He's a simple man. A kiss from his girl is all he needs. "Maybe we should get a pack of cards," he says smugly. 

You shake your head at him, but you're beaming. 

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 35

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.7k

A/N: Happy New Year! This is a double update. This is the first of the two. Chapter 37 will be our last chapter. I can't believe it and I'm lowkey in mourning. I hope you enjoy.

Things are weird. 

Your mother fixes her jaw and exhales when you come home in Javier’s oversized shirt. Thankfully she ignores it. You quickly realize you guys became that couple. That couple that could never get their shit together and made everyone else suffer with anticipation. 

Well, you weren’t a couple just yet. But still. 

You shrug and continue to have a surprisingly decent time with your mother. You laugh even. Granted, she had a glass of wine to loosen. Still, you laughed and leaned into each other and you didn’t feel hurt, or alone. You wonder if maybe this was the way to feel good. To intake your family in moderation. She even compliments your cooking. 

Dinner is lovely, your mothers husband is quite the storyteller. An unserious man, your mother covers Sol’s ears a few times and tosses a napkin at him. Vein in the middle of her head pressing tightly from her laughter. 

When Sol is put to bed by her father, you and your mother clean the kitchen. It reminds you of your junior year. It was just you and her in the house. It was a year where you felt like it was good between you two. You had a boyfriend, you had friends. You were distracted. She had just started seeing James. The two of you were effectively out of each other's paths until dinner. You’d eat, then you’d do the dishes together, shoulder to shoulder. With the water running and pruney fingers you were able to forget the pain associated with being her daughter. 

You’re twenty four now, and it's hard to be distracted.

You suppose it’s hard for her too. 

“I’m sorry for the way I handled everything with your father. A few years ago.”

Your brows furrow, lips chapping. Still scrubbing a dish, she’s holding the next one. You look at her briefly, proceeding with caution, “oo-kay.” 

“I never knew how to be your mother. I was cold to you– I am.” She clears her throat and her tipsy eyes disappear. A sober thought. “I feel like I pushed you away. You never want to be here.”

You nearly scramble to tell her it's okay, that she had done nothing wrong. Blame yourself a little. Hug her, wipe her wet eyes and hug her again. That's the part of you that's still weak, that still wants a mom. But really, she had done wrong. And you’re a big girl now. So you nod and continue the dishes.

“I don’t like being here. It’s too painful of a reminder.” You wring the sponge when your hands get soapy, moving another plate to the dish rack. A sniffle comes from your right. 

“I can't fix it now. I don’t even need you to forgive me. But I’ve noticed that you call me less, that you reduced visits to once a year. I haven't made it easy. Your father was–um-” Her voice breaks and you finally look at her. She’s got more wrinkles around her eyes, age spots growing. Her brown hair peppered with gray curls. Time moves fast, she’s getting older. She looks young when she cries. “I know that you and Javier…I don’t know if you were together but– I know that you love him, then he came here after you met your father  and It clicked, how much he cared-”

You cross your arms. “Then you helped him marry another woman.” 

“I was angry– it’s not an excuse but at the time the way he spoke to me made me irrational. He hit me with a reality I was too selfish to accept. I was spiteful. To me… your father was my Javier. I don’t need you to feel bad but I need you to know.” She shakes her hands off in the sink, grabbing a hand towel and turning just like you. Shoulder to shoulder still, just with your backs to the sink. Your silence is read as an invitation to keep talking. And it is, your mother wipes her nose.

“James has been making me go to a therapist. He made me go because we took Sol to the park and we were watching her… and he asked me, I bet you miss when Andrea was this small, I bet you miss taking her to the park.”

“You never took me to the park.” You whisper, voice cracking despite your protests. 

“I never took you to the park.” She responds. “He made me go after that. When you were born I was in so much duress from your father that I couldn't nurse. My body was shutting down and I couldn’t even get up to look at you in that little incubator they had you in. They said I had Postpartum depression. I–I was– I am a woman of god, I grew up in the church and on the island– that medical talk of depression– I rejected the help.” She takes a deep breath in. “Then I stayed spiteful, and angry and distant. None of it was your fault but I felt so– I saw you and then I saw your father and I would feel the pain I felt when I caught him doing drugs. Andrea, estaba tan perdida. El tiempo pasa rápido y sólo quiero ser parte de tu vida. Te pido disculpas hija.” She sobs and the sound is awful.

Not even you are immune to the cries of your mother.

You place your hand on hers and let her cry.

Yeah, it’s fucking weird. 

It’s weirder when you stay up the entire night avoiding thinking about the conversation with your mother. 

Editing your welcome back lesson plan, a draft in your hotel room and the sheets feel itchier than ever. And everything seems to bother you and you nearly shut your notebook, rev up your rental and speed over to Javier’s house. 

The two of you did not sleep before your dinner with your mother. Instead the two of you just chatted in whispers. Nails circling his chest, fingerprints tight on your arm. Then, in bed with him, you have a thought that’s weird. 

That scares you. That you banish in the moment and shift closer into his ribs. So close he grunts with a laugh. 

But alone on the floral sheets of a room so foreign it comes back. 

What if the chase is over and he realizes that you could be anyone? What if you aren’t all that he made you up to be. 

What if it’s all said and done and he’s no longer excited. He loves you, but it isn’t the same. If he changes his mind when he realizes a future with you entails no mess, an easy love. What if the broken parts of you are only fun when you have to keep his attempt to heal you a secret? 

You don’t want the chase anymore but what if he’s fallen in love with the chase?

Then you feel like shit. Wanting to pinch yourself at the silly thought. Hasn’t he shown you how badly he wants this?

Then you wonder why it hasn’t worked the first 100 times. Then you wonder if this whole thing, you, putting him on trial is just another way for you to keep the chase. You realize you’re more afraid than you put on. You’re afraid that when he has you, you won’t be worth staying with. You won’t be worth coming back to. 

You wished you knew your therapist's number by heart. You needed her last night. 

You cried the entire night. It was one of those nights where you stared at yourself until you felt sad and spiraled and thought of all of the pain you feel. 

You thought of Lucas of course, of your father. You no longer felt the need for him but the stain of his absence bleeds into every decision made, into every negative thought. 

He was your Lorraine. 

Never present but somehow in control of your life. God you fucking hated that. 

You don’t think of these things back in New York. Sure, you’re reminded when you’re sitting across your therapist but it’s detached. You aren’t anchored the way you are here. When you’re home it all feels so real, it’s in the fucking air. Yet you still call it home. You call Laredo home before New York. You have another scary thought. 

You wonder if Javier in New York will keep you anchored in the trauma that comes from being home. 

You want to scream at the thought, the guilt you feel is probably fear. You’re afraid, so your brain is making excuses and thoughts that never existed before. Yet, it still makes you heave. You hold yourself to sleep.

You cry so much that when you wake up the next morning you feel hungover. Headpoudning, lids sore to the touch. The sort of breakdown that makes you embarrassed when you wake up. Your feet are cold against the floor when you graze the room aimlessly, forcing yourself to shower. 

You close your eyes and picture his hands running over your shoulders, down to the front of your chest. His big rough hands contrast the softness of your breasts, the way you’d pebble against his palm. Left hand parts you. You touch yourself and finish quickly with his name on your lips. 

It’s the 30th and you’ll be on the road to  Houston tonight. You hope to God these foolish thoughts are banished by then. You just want a break from all these thoughts. You want it to feel like Louisiana. 

The shower does not wash the dread. 

You reach for the phone. 

Javier’s room never gets this sort of light. It’s delightful but also tells him just how fucking dusty this place is. It also exposes him, quite rudely, to how childish the place is. He cringes a bit when he pictures his body over yours on that full sized bed. Rutting into you, your legs over his shoulder. Then he thinks of how it used to feel to be inside of you and he doesn’t give a fuck about how his room looks. 

Against the wall is his bed, pictures scattered on the arch of the ceiling. The part of his room he likes best, his low lofted vaulted ceiling where he placed posters throughout his adolescence. He thinks of the nights you spent in his bed, your feet pressed against the ceiling to “stretch”. There’s a rip on the corner of his Queen poster from your toes. You squealed and apologized but Javier couldn’t stop laughing at your concern for a little rip. He kissed you to sleep that night, kissed you until you dropped your legs from the ceiling. 

You had so many days like that, just together. So many nights sneaking around, library dates, picking you up from work. Those two months were bliss. He wants more, he wants his whole life to be those moments of nothing. Those tiny poster ripping and giggling moments with you. 

He doesn’t have to pack much, it’s just two nights. It’s not like he unpacked completely anyway. He moves three outfits into a duffel bag, cigarette dangling from his lips. Grunts when he stands and makes his bed. 

Floorboards creak and there’s two knocks at the doorframe of his room. Javier turns and beckons Chucho in with a head nod. His father has been distant lately, not in a way that bothers him but in a way that he’s proud of.

 Javier loves his dad, but man was he always in his damn business. Always home, always making a face when Javier would leave the room after sneaking you out. Laughing and going back to his crossword. He’s been seeing some lady which Javier’s actually quite pleased with. Her name is Michelle apparently, she’s a widow who has been struggling with up keeping her land since she lost her husband back in ‘86. They met 3 years ago, he’d come by and help, for free. This year he asked her to dinner, which he called Javier about whether or not you wear a tie to that sort of thing. 

Now he spends most nights in her home. 

Javier sits down onto his bed because his father has that face on him. That face he gives him when he wants to talk. He grunts the same way Javier does when he pulls out Javier’s desk chair and sits. He looks at Javier’s duffel bag then at the cigarette between his son's fingers. 

Chucho taps the worn wood. “You just got here.” 

Javier fights the urge to sigh, but he sympathizes with him. It does feel strange to leave home when he’s been gone for so long. “It’s barely two days.  I’ll be back around six in the afternoon on the first.” 

He gives a quick nod, “I’m getting old.” Javier’s brows furrow.

“Don’t look it.”

Chucho chuckles, shaking his head. “Are you going alone? To Houston.”

He thinks he knows where this is going. One of those warning talks, you can’t do this to her again Javi, I can’t allow it. Javier doesn’t care for those talks anymore, he’s working too hard. “Andrea is coming with me. I’m picking her up from her moms place at seven.”

His father presses his lips together and leans further into the chair with a slow nod. The sun passes behind some trees and makes the room dark for a second. Javier’s brow quivers, confused by his fathers body language. 

“What?” Javi snaps. 

His father sighs, “Nothing, I’m just getting old.”

“You’re only sixty-two– why do you keep saying that?” 

“I’m saying that because I want to at least have working knees when you have grandchildren.” Javi leans forward still in confusion so his father lets out another sigh, “Jesús Cristo, I’ve been watching you and that girl run in circles for almost eleven years. Even though my opinion doesn’t matter, obviously, she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted you to be with. I thought it wasn’t the best idea a few years ago, you know, seeing how hurt she was but she was only that way when you were apart. This is looking like your last chance son, she’s leaving this time.” 

Javier brushes his jaw, sometimes he forgets that everyone else has witnessed their little love despite their best efforts to keep it hidden. The silence lingers, thick and heavy, Javier thinks of what his life would look like without you and it’s dark, his stomach pits in a way that terrifies him. 

“I-“ Javi begins but he’s unsure of what he wants to say. But he knows that there’s no wrong answer under his dads watch. So he speaks from somewhere else, “She’s it for me. I’ll do anything in my power to make it work. She’s accepted me at my worst, she has taken care of me I-I can’t bear to be without her. Ella es mi vida.” It’s from that organ that keeps him alive, from that spot that aches when she—when you’re not around, that spot beats for you. He feels no fear and the face of his father softens greatly. 

It seems as though he gets younger with this look, “Well then, I have something for you.”

Now, if someone would have told you, say, three days ago that you’d be in your childhood bedroom with your brother and your mother talking about Javier— Hah! You’d cackle straight in their face.

Well, desperate times. You needed to clear your mind and also you wanted to raid your old closet of clothes for some last minute packing before Javier comes to get you. 

You called your mother back at the hotel. You asked if you could come over, and she was, well, still Melissa Diaz.

 Complaining, frantic about her dinner plans she made with some ladies at the church but ultimately said —“Whatever, bring wine.” 

You laughed to yourself. 

You’ve always sympathized with your mother. Despite her cold demeanor and strange moral code, you felt for her. 

Being apart from her felt good, fuck it, it was good. Your brain was clear of all the shit she put you through, you nearly forgot all those side comments she made to you growing up by being away from her for less than a year. She will never be a true mother to you. The only parent you’ve ever had was Chucho Peña, you’ve created peace with that. He’s been one hell of a parent. 

The conversation with your mother last night  shocked your system for a few hours, left you confused and then at peace. You imagined leaving, coming home maybe in March and making dinner with her a few nights. Then being able to pick up and go again. You pictured this possible relationship, one where she isn’t forgiven, but one you could grow with. Not to be an asshole, but with a personality like your mothers you wonder how anyone puts up with her for more than 7 hours at a time.

You won’t let her hurt you. 

That’s what you concluded, she can’t hurt you anymore. She’s trying to help herself and if you feel unsafe, if you feel fourteen again, you could always leave. That makes you feel secure. 

Then it terrified you, the thought of stability when all you’ve known is turbulence. 

So yes, you spiraled last night and cried and wondered if Javier would get bored, if he would leave and fuck, fuck, fuck you woke up this morning with such a headache. 

Your therapist suggested once to just–say it out loud, when you feel like your thoughts are crazy, tell it to someone so they could snap you out of it. 

The last person you ever thought you’d practice this with would be your mother yet somehow, despite being, you know, your mother, would have a fresh pair of ears. Because she truly has no idea what’s gone on in your life. 

And you invited Frankie too, because he was there and you needed someone to decipher how much of your recollection was delusion and how much reality. 

So, you’re all sharing a bottle of red wine on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. 

Just minutes earlier, Frankie pulled you aside while you uncorked the wine. 

Since when do you willingly make plans with me mom? 

You shrug and say, Don’t know. 

There’s that. 

“Okay, okay. Forgive me but I am confused. Javier was still— he was still with that girl? With Lorraine?”

You and Frankie groan in tandem. Your mother was a shitty listener sober, tipsy is a whole other story. You started off telling your mother and brother that you and Javier are trying this out again. Taking it slow, Frankie works his jaw but two minutes into your tangent he softens. 

I tried to give other people a chance, I just knew it would be one of those things. Where I'd find a good guy, someone who’s probably perfect and it would be easy. I know I would live my whole life grieving and feeling fucking—sorry mami—empty and alone and unhappy knowing Javier is out there somewhere either alone or with someone else. It would make me sick, physically I wouldn’t be able to recover. 

Frankie had cast his eyes to his lap, basking in the guilt he felt from keeping the two of you apart with his judgment and smothering need to be in control of those around him. Especially his sister and his best friend. It felt strange to say this to your mother and brother of all people, not because of the concept of a mother and brother. Not because it’s awkward to talk romance to family members. But because of the way they played the role of mother and brother, when you needed them most, they weren’t the safe spaces you’d hoped they’d be. 

Your mother on the other hand narrowed her eyes at you and for a moment you anticipated her to just ruin the whole thing. 

“Perdóname, pero ¿alguna vez... te metiste con Javier?” She says in a whisper that’s half slurred and half very very serious. Melissa’s shoulders are slumped like she’s trying to hide her question from your brother. 

Your brows raise to the top of your forehead, mouth agape your head snaps to look at your brother and his face is doing the same. 

And you burst out laughing. A laugh that probably could wake your sister and step-dad. But you and Frankie don’t care, you’re having that sort of laugh that has you physically rolling and heaving. Nearly knocking your wine glass over and then laughing at that. 

“Que!” Your mother exclaims, “What? Why do you laugh at me?!” She slaps Frankie's head. 

You wipe tears from your eyes.

“Mami.” You furrowed brows, “Really?”

“Yes… really.” She mocks you, “I was left out of the loop, you were always lying to me so I stopped caring!” 

“Jesus Christ.” Frankie exhales with another chuckle. Melissa pinches his arm. “Ow! Sorry!” 

“So I’m telling the whole thing then?” Your mother nods, while simultaneously rubbing the spot she just pinched on your brother's arm.

 Frankie nods too, “It’s not like I know all that went on either.” 

“Alright then.” You cleared your throat, taking a sip of merlot. You look at Frankie and point, “You aren’t allowed to get mad that a lot of this involved hiding things from you, okay?”

He put his hands in the air, “Water under the bridge nena.” 

“Obviously I had a crush on Javier when we were all close. It was childlike and fun to have for the most part but it felt very real for me. It feels real still,you know then he started dating Lorraine. I liked her, she was nice to me–”

“To your face. She would really pick fun at your crush behind your back.” Frankie cuts. You shrug, sipping again. Your mother shakes her head, muttering something under her breath.

“Yeah… I know that. Anyway, I never crossed any lines. I was… exploring… on my own but Javi was always there confusing me, flirting with me and just being around and there for me when I was alone. I was alone a lot and yes, we did kiss but that's all we did and it was when Lorraine cheated on him and they were broken up for a week.”

“She cheated?” 

You almost want to roll your eyes at the shock from your mother’s voice, she says it as if she knew her so well.

Frankie furrows his brows and turns to your mother, “I feel like I told you this.” 

She just shrugs, “I guess I forgot. Andrea, continue.”

You nod, “They got back together soon after, I had no idea he was leaving–none of us knew he was moving away. I just felt so tugged around those few months, so confused and uh–um I’m sorry.” You feel it again, you're there, in the kitchen and you’re only sixteen. Gripping onto the sink. You feel the brush of his thumb over your wrist and his eyes are searching your face. You wipe your tears that escaped. Your mother pats your ankle “On your graduation day Frankie, Javi told me that he would stay if I told him to. Genie is the only person I told about this. He put me in such a fucked up position, he knew how badly I wanted to be with him but I couldn’t do that to Lorraine. Now I wish I was selfish, it would have prevented so much pain if I just thought of myself for once. But I’m plagued by the need to be a good person. So we didn’t talk for six years and I dated Xavier– and mom, I know you liked him but he was horrible to me.” You run a hurried hand through your hair and peek a glance at your brother who stares at you with a set face of compassion. He hadn’t known about the night of his graduation and what really went down between the two of you and why you locked yourself away those first few days of summer. 

Your mother doesn’t argue with you, they have nothing to say now.  

Your tears don’t fall when your mind grazes that summer almost four years ago. Being together, really together. Kissing him, your illicit affair. A little love for the both of you. “We were together the entire time he was here in 1986, he came home and we knew, you know we had a plan for when he would go to Colombia.” Your mother still has that face of surprise that turned to revelation. Her mouth opens to speak but you get to it before her. “Yes mami, all those times you thought someone was in my room it was Javi. Especially the time when you came home and saw his car in the driveway.”

“Huh. And you called me crazy!”

“I had a feeling that whole time, I would call his house and he’d never be there.” Frankie laughs and you can’t believe this is the place you’re at. Your mother only making lighthearted comments and your brother laughing off this big secret that once wracked your heart in shame. 

“Yeah I lied a lot that summer. I wanted to protect what we had and after your wedding we were going to tell everyone and just be public.”

“Then Lorraine came home.” Frankie replies, and the room feels colder than it did a few seconds before. Your mother frowns, in your heart you hope she’s thinking of the ways she may have made that time harder for you. You hope she regrets it because no matter how clueless she makes herself out to be, she knew she was hurting you. You laugh because if not you’d be crying.

“Then she came home, so yeah. You all know how that went, and now he’s here for good. And I’m only here for a few more days.” And now you’re here, asking for advice without really asking for it. You just bring your knees to your chest hoping they can read your mind. Your glass is empty and you feel exposed in front of them, suddenly, embarrassed to let it all hang loose. 

There’s my story, although you’ve hurt me, please tell me how to end it. 

Your mother purses her lips and sits up straight, “So… Now you're with him?” 

You blink twice, “No, but me and him have… slept together- we are trying to figure it out.”

“Ew.” Frankie squeezes his eyes shut and your mother rolls her eyes.

“Grow up.” Your mother swats him again, “Why don’t you two just get it over with, you obviously love each other. I don’t think he’d mind moving with you.”

“It’s hard–it’s just there’s so much we have to work on… individually and he’s working on himself and I am too but there just feels like so much more– I just�� we’re going to Houston tonight and I want to have a good time but all I can think of is how it–”

“Andrea.”

“-how fucked up this all has been. I know he’d leave with me now if I asked but what if we’re there living alone and he realizes he made a mistake –”

“Andrea.”

“He’s the only person I can ever-”

“Andrea!” Your brother shouts.

“What?” Your voice is shaking and you’ve lost track of the room it seems. 

Your mother has a pitying look and your brother’s eyes are blown out, he leans back into the wall and he closes his eyes for a moment in disbelief. “You are overcomplicating this. You’re doing that thing you do–”

“What-what thing?”

He sighs at your immediate defensiveness, he knows nothing, “That thing where you stop yourself from getting a good thing because you’re afraid–”

“I-I’m not afraid.” You lie.

“Andrea.” His tone is full of exhaustion, “Please, mom back me up.” He looks over at your mother and this feels ridiculous. What do they know? They barely know you they–they are only just learning.

“Si mija, from what you’ve told us and from the way he’s always been with you there's nothing to be worried about. This seems like the moment.”

Your lips feel chapped and your eyes blur over. Things are falling into place around you yet your mind is telling you things are still falling, you feel disconnected and heaviness in the middle of your chest.

 “I don’t know–”

Three loud beeps silence the room. You rush to your feet, nearly knocking over the wine bottle to your left and head to your bedroom window.

In the driveway, Chucho’s truck.

[zombyjuice]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 —- 🍽️🍧episode one. lucy's first day back | next episode

IN WHICH- Lucy Cameron is finally back, and she has no idea what the Pouge's and their new addition going through and what adventure lies ahead of her. Theres people to choose from, gold to chase, love to run away from. what will she do?

Its already halfway through summer and you are just now coming back to outer banks for the first time in a year busy at the school your dad got you in that is specifically aimed towards animals, you being in the marine department.

You didn't except anything big not many people paid any mind to you thinking your strange for a kook, but first day back so many people were making uncomfortable small talk and giving gifts you'll probably throw in a corner of your room. You didn't even think your family would care that much, but I guess a year is a long while.

You and the family are now on the way to the midsummers ready for the party, you in the backseat having a short and concerning conversation with your brother.

Your eyes shoot everywhere trying to see if what your brother said so loudly caught the attention of your family in the car, but everyone seemed to be in their own world, and Sarah out of everyone was acting stranger than usual typing fast on her phone, not being very interactive, remembering her tell you about not liking topper anymore, which wasn't surprising just, interesting.

Your eyes widen and your face shoots right back to your older brother "you're doing what?!" a sharp whisper spills out my mouth "crack...? what never heard of it? I'm surprised. you know, usually people with holes," he stops waving his hands around and he points and pokes at your lip and nose piercing "in there face, knows what that is... crackheads"

---

As the Cameron family enter the decorated backyard everyone claps and cheers happy and big smiles. Lucy, had a long white cotton dress on with flowers embroided in it, once curly green hair now straightened  falling to the deep curve of her waist with a golden flower crown that matches her sisters green one and dewy glittery makeup to pull the look together, she awkwardly smiles and waves with Sarah, noticing her get pulled away by her boyfriend and you just followed behind your parents till you saw Pope and Kiara, she was staring at you with what seemed to be a distasteful look but once you looked her way her eyes shot somewhere else. This was confusing knowing where they last left off on, very close friends. Lucy, Sarah, and Kie they know everything about each other lucy and Kie being way closer having similar views on things Sarah always being the more out of touch one but that didn't take away from the fact you all loved each other.

So she's goes up to them.

"Heyy pope, hey Kie, haven't seen you guys in forever!" pope cheerfully smiles and hugs you tightly "Hi lucy man we've missed you," he looks to Kiara who looks like she wants to die, eyes staring everywhere else and lip curling "right Kie?" he nudges, lucys heart dropped and the air shifts feeling now tense and awkward a scoff slips from Kiara's lips, and she rolls her eyes "I'm leaving" not forgetting to roughly push past your shoulder, you scoff and move next to pope watching her walk away "is she being for real right now? like what the hell" pope sighs "you've missed a lot, her and Sarah are on sum rocky waters" he pats your back "but hey, try this, its fire." you turn and pope gets ready and tosses the shrimp thinking you'd open your mouth but it only slapped your straight face "rocky waters?"

--

"Can you believe this Midsummer shit, man?" john be sighs "Of course I can. Happens every year. No matter how screwed up the rest of us are." jj scoffs and shrugs "So, like, what's the plan, exactly?" they begin there walk towards the party "Okay, look I need you to get this to Sarah." John passes a note towards JJ as he tries to speed up, "oo! can I read it?" "No, you can't read it." "who's Vlad?" "God, do you ever listen?" "Hold up. are you macking Sarah Cameron? "Dude, would you shut up, shut up!" "Your macking Sarah Cameron!" "All right man! I'm doin it for everybody, all right?"

JJ goes quiet a devilish smirk raising "what!" he shakes his head "nothin. Thanks for bein a team player, bro. hey, hey! maybe i should mack on sum lucy juicy, you know, for us" he starts to laugh "whats funny is that you havent seen or spoken to the girl in a year" "yeah man, whatever, don't be mad when you see me posted up with her... whenever she gets back. you know that shits not funny! Shes a sensitive topic" john b scoffs "yeah yeah now would you stay still" he begins to help jj with his disguise.

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"what are you doing out front, your parents are in there kid" one of the security guards say looking at me with a look of concern but doesn't leave his place on the stairs "oh nothing, I don't feel like being in there it's not what I expected" a sigh leaving my lips and I melt in my chair usually id enjoy going to a party with my friends at least, like a Keiger but I haven't been to one in a while, or to any party matter of fact the marine nerds aren't really party people. I feel like I poke out like a sore thumb in obx, now more than ever, and the one person I was excited to see somehow hates me, it's embarrassing honestly.

So i just settle with playing with my drink and looking inside the house watching everyone interact.

"I keep finding glasses way down the beach" like a dog my ears perk up and my back straightens to the familiar voice, but I don't act on it, I keep my head turned and just listen if its the voice i think it is i might just cry "Do me a favor. Try to keep 'em corralled, will ya? I thought you were security" the voice scoffs and you giggle to yourself, turning your head around as he turns the corner and go to follow him shortly behind.

From where your standing you can see him converse with pope and you can see how distress pope was you could tell something was wrong as the wheels start to turn in your head and the dots almost connect themselves you can now see his face, its beaten, and your heart skips an unwanted beat as you see him walk up to Sarah, you know why she doesn't like toper anymore and you know why everyone has been acting weird there's something going on with all of them but you don't know what or who.

You watch them interact closely and a smile you can't even tell is very apparent on your face. He's such a doofus. He shuffles around Sarah passing her a note, it must be from john b, wheezy told me about him and Sarah "flirting on the boat" but you didn't take it seriously. you watch as your crazy brother walk up to him and start to say something shoving him a bit and backing him u- Oh shit... your crazy brother.

"Well, here are the hors d'oeuvres. oh shit. lucy?"

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MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - VI

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: slow burn, multi-parted, fake dating trope, fem!reader, suggestive

"What time does our train home leave?" He asked, pulling out his phone in preparation for your response.

"10:15, why?" you replied, slightly annoyed that he'd interupted your conversation with your family, still feeling raw from earlier.

He then clicked on the screen of his phone, showing it to you, displaying '10:35'. Your heart dropped and you gasped, jumping up from the table. "We gotta go!" you exclaimed, realizing that the slight rumble you'd felt minutes earlier was the train passing by. You weren't kidding when you said you didn't even notice the noise anymore, Shoji thought.

"Go where, honey?" your mom frantically asked, jumping up with you and following you as your searched for your bag.

"The station, we missed our train!" you shout, irrationally thinking if you just ran really fast, you could catch up to it.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Your mom soothed, patting your back as reality set in and you began to slow. "You don't really think you could catch it now, do you?"

"No, Mom, you don't understand!" you panicked feeling incredibly overwhelmed. "Aizawa's gonna kill us if we're not back, it's already way past curfew!"

"When does the next train leave?" Shoji asked, ever the cool head.

"I'm sorry, kids, but that was the last train of the night. Next one won't be 'til morning." Your mother answered, her lips flattening into a sympathetic crease.

"No worries," he said, taking out his wallet and counting what little cash he'd brought. "I think I have enough for a room for the night. Are there any cheap hotels around here?"

"Hotel?" she asked dumbfounded. "Why would you do that?" The hero was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. "Sweetie, you can just stay with us for the night, I promise we don't bite!"

"I wouldn't want to put you out, Mrs. (L/N), you've been so kinda already." Shoji returned, bowing his head slightly. "I truly don't mind finding soemwhere else for the night."

"Nonesense, I insist!" She persisted, patting his shoulder. "You can both just sleep in (Y/N)'s old room for the night!" You suddenly stopped your panic to slowly turn to your mother.

"N-No!" you blurted in protest before slapping your hand over your mouth. "I-I mean..." you thought, trying to come up with a lie. "There's only one bed." Surely, your mother wouldn't be comfortable with her daughter sharing a bed with her boyfriend under her own roof. To both of your surprise, her eyes softened and she quirked a brow.

"Oh don't try and fool me now," she laughed, standing up and collecting empty dishes from the table. "You've been together for six months, living an hour away from home in a shared building with little supervision. I'm not naive enough to believe the two of you haven't shared a bed before." She said, tossing you a wink. "Besides, you're both eighteen, it's going to happen someway, I just ask that you be safe about it."

"Mom!"

"I-It's not like that!" you both protested, flustered to bits.

"Alright, alright," she said, chuckling at your reactions. "I believe you. But still, I'm afraid your out of options, kids. Shoji's too big for the couch."

"It's fine," he finally said, regaining his composure. "I can sleep on the floor in your room, I don't mind."

Something about the resolution tugged on your heartstrings. Was it guilt for his situation, or disappointment that a consensus had been reached? You rejected both ideas, telling yourself that you were happy with what was decided.

-----

The hallway to your room felt like it extended indefinitely, growing longer the nearer you got. Remembering what your room looked like brought you, even more, dread as he followed closely behind you. "J-Just keep in mind, I designed my room when I was like ten," you warned as you finally gripped the halndle, pausing.

"Can't be that bad," he reassured with a hand on your shoulder.

"Considering your dorm hardly has anything in it, I'm sure it won't be your cup of tea," you said, twisting the knob and letting him in. The interior of your room was entirely pink. The rug, bedding, and even the shelving on your walls were all varying degrees of pink. You hung your head in shame and embarrassment. "I planned on updating it but then we got moved to the dorms and..." You trailed as his gaze scanned the room.

"I see," he simply said, observing everything with expertise. "A little more maximalist for my tastes but it looks pretty cozy." he offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I appreciate that," you sighed, dropping your bag onto the bed and walking over to the dresser. "I don't think I'll have many clothes that fit you but I do have these," I say, rummaging around in the back of my bottom drawer, pulling out a pair of old, blue plaid pajama pants before tossing them to him. "They used to be my brothers. Don't think I have a shirt for you, though."

Shoji held the pants up to himself, examining the expected fit. A little tight, but most likely okay. "That's fine, I'm just happy I won't have to sleep in these slacks." He joked, looking up to see you piling clothes into your arms. "Want me to step out?"

"No, you're fine, I'm going to take a bath." you answered, kicking into a pair of rubber slippers. "You're welcome to go after me, but the hot water doesn't last long so we usually share water..." you trail, setting your clothes on the bed to pick out a towel for your hair.

Shoji could feel heat building under his mask as he weighed the options. On one hand, even though sharing bathwater is normal in Japan between family members, this case felt incredibly intimate in a way that made his stomach churn. On the other hand, the sports coat and turtleneck combo he'd worn all night did little to cool him down, and the collective body heat in the small apartment helped even less. "Uhm, sure." he finally answered, just in time to watch you slip out of the room, towels in hand.

Sitting on your bed, he continued to study your room. There was a shelf decorated with medals and trinkets, a desk with a chair that had a frilly cushion, and a net that hung from the ceiling, holding a mass of stuffed toys captive. He felt almost perverted sitting there amongst ruffled, blush-colored sheets. This was truly a girl's room, and he was an eighteen-year-old man inside it. It felt taboo for him to be there.

Just then, as his eyes continued to scan your room, they fell on a pile of clothes on the bed- the same one you'd collected earlier. You must have forgotten them when you got your towels, he thought, pondering what to do. He couldn't just leave you with nothing to change into. As embarrassing as it was, bring them to you in the bathroom would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

Gathering them up, he had the idea to fold them, thinking it'd be a nice gesture, but when he found a pair of plain white panties, he froze, dropping them back into the pile. Flustered, he scrapped the idea and simply bunched the outfit up into his arms and stepped out.

Quietly, he inched towards the bathroom door, knocking on it softly, before calling out to you in a hushed tone. He was afraid he'd be caught by one of your parents who might misread the situation. "(Y/N)? You forgot your clothes..." He trailed, knocking again, a bit harder this time. The door cracked open, the sliver of view revealing you, facing away from him. Your hair was shiny and stuck to your back and nape. You hummed quietly, raising your toes to the air to drag a washcloth over the length of your leg. You failed to notice the intrusion, which relieved Shoji as he silently leaned into the room, tossed the pile on the sink, and dipped back out, shutting the door behind him, making sure it clicked shut this time.

Trembling, he slipped back into your room, hand on his peck as if waiting for his heart to beat out of his chest. Part of him wrestled with the other, calling himself a pervert for looking, while also rationalizing that it was a necessary evil- and most importantly an accident.

Mid panic, he froze, hearing the door open, finding you standing in the doorway in button-up pajamas, none the wiser. He was a deer in headlights, waiting for you to scold him for peeping on you and preparing a rebuttal that mainly consisted of timid 'I didn't mean to!'s. Instead, you tilted your head, stepping towards him and setting the back of your hand on his forehead, pushing his bangs to the side.

"Shoji, you don't look so good..." you worried. "You're burning up, are you okay?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, a bit too eagerly before grabbing a fistful of blue plaid and slipping out the door from around you. "J-Just kinda hot in this sweater is all, I better go bathe, I don't wanna get all smelly in your room-" He continued to ramble until the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Well, okay.." you breathed, cocking a brow at his suspiciously. "I left you a towel in there!" you called out to him. It was so odd, you'd never seen him so anxious. He typically kept a cool head about everything.

In the bathroom, Shoji hyperventilated, still wired from the last few minutes as he eyed the tub of water nervously. Slowly, he began stripping, trying to ground himself into a calmer state of mind. "It's fine, it's just water," he reassured himself. "It was an accident and she doesn't know, it's okay."

Bashfully sinking into the water, he could immediately feel the tension release from his body, relaxing with a sigh, trying to ignore the fact that your naked body sat where his does now, just minutes ago. The water was still mostly hot, and he could smell your shampoo in the air, resolving to use it himself for lack of options.

-----

You were currently lying on your tummy on your bed, scrolling through your favorite app, giggling at the funny posts when you heard the door click open again. Rolling over, you smiled, expecting to see Shoji, but you immediately froze. It was indeed Shoji who had entered but you didn't expect him to be shirtless.

Your eyes blew wide and your face grew hot, unabashedly examining him. It wasn't uncommon for you to see him in sleeveless shirts due to his quirk. Seeing his toned arms were normal- it was his chest and stomach that caught you off guard. His hair was wet, sticking to his face and dripping at the ends, mask securely covering his lips. The towel you'd left for him was wrapped around his neck, framing his pectorals, luckily covering his nipples. His stomach was even more built than you'd imagined, tan skin stretched taught over rippling muscle. The pajama pants hung low on his hips, almost too small to fit comfortably, and leaving little to the imagination, while the slightest hint of silver hair peaked out over the hem.

"Sorry..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head, unintentionally exacerbating your discomfort. "My back's still a little wet and I couldn't get my sweater back on." he explains shyly, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. "I hope this doesn't bother you too much..."

"N-Not at all, I-I barely even noticed!"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i never want to know a life without you.

you're a great friend to me.

you mean a lot to me. i hope you know that.

what would i do without you?

don't make me sit on you.

we have too many inside jokes.

i really missed you.

i'm here for you, no matter what.

you can count on me.

wanna hear a dad joke?

you left this at my house.

whatever you need, i'll do it.

that's what best friends are for.

we're friends, right? friends look out for each other.

they thought we were siblings! honestly, i don't blame them.

i really need a friend right now.

could you please come over?

stop making me laugh!

i wouldn't be able to survive this without you.

you can lean on me. i'll be there for you.

i won't just abandon you.

we've been friends for years.

why don't you come over tonight?

let's get a bite to eat. i'm starving.

last one there's a rotten egg!

i call shotgun!

move over! i'm coming in!

you know... you're my best friend.

i trust you more than anyone else.

do you pinky promise?

if you don't stop, i'll tickle you.

i'll bring the snacks!

let's sit at our favorite table.

i've known you since i was five!

they literally can't separate us.

i don't think they've ever seen us apart.

will you be at my wedding?

let's do this together.

of course i remember our handshake.

i don't know how to function if you're not there.

you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

do you remember how we met?

stop messing up my hair!

honey, i'm home!

this is basically your house, too.

i really need your help.

i'll be a shoulder to cry on.

if anyone hurts you, they have to answer to me.

you have to carry on without me.

we can do this.

you're the only person who ever really believed in me.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ handshake ] sender and receiver perform their signature best friend handshake

[ pinky ] sender makes receiver pinky promise

[ steal ] sender steals a piece of clothing (like a hat) from receiver and puts it on

[ cheers ] sender and receiver lift their drink glasses in a celebratory toast

[ game ] sender challenges receiver to a board game

[ laughing fit ] sender and receiver end up in a hysterical laughing fit at a joke the sender made

[ keep away ] sender steals an item from receiver and plays keep away with them, holding it too far from their reach

[ splash ] while swimming together, sender splashes receiver

[ club ] sender and receiver go bar-hopping

[ movie night ] sender and receiver have a movie night complete with snacks, blankets, and lots of pillows

[ console ] sender is deeply distraught, so receiver comforts them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver cuddle

[ sleep ] sender and receiver fall asleep together

[ toss ] sender keeps tossing items at receiver to get their attention

[ reach ] sender is about to fall to their death, and receiver reaches just in time to catch their hand and save them

[ tent ] sender and receiver attempt to pitch a tent together

[ rescue ] in a dramatic turn of events, receiver shows up in the nick of time to save sender's life

[ costume ] sender and receiver wear matching costumes to an event

[ pillow ] sender and receiver have a pillow fight

[ hobby ] sender and receiver enjoy their favorite hobby together

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

[ treehouse ] sender and receiver hang out in a treehouse

[ notes ] sender and receiver pass secret notes to each other

[ fast food ] sender and receiver visit a fast food restaurant to grab a bite to eat

[ risk ] sender puts their life on the line to protect receiver

[honeybeefae]

shower sex with cass? btw, love this idea and your writing ❤️

Soapy Surprise (Cassian x Reader)

BINGO: Shower Sex

(Another fun one and I know I’ve said this before but I am a Cassian girly. I love him. I loved this. Also, I can't believe we haven't gotten a bingo yet?! Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Smut

“I totally won.” You laughed as you walked into the cabin, stomping your feet to remove the snow that still clung to your boots. “No wonder you always are in last place for the annual snowball fight. You suck.”

Cassian rolled his eyes as he walked in behind you, shaking his head that was wet with snow. “I let you win, kid. If I unleashed my full power you wouldn’t be able to participate in the actual fight.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” You grinned while shrugging off your heavy jacket. The cabin was quiet, the rest of your group out doing their own thing while leaving the two of you alone. You didn’t mind though nor did Cassian. The two of you had become fast friends since you first met and everything was just easy when it came to him.

You rubbed your hands together and glanced over at him, surprised to see he was already watching you. He gave you a small smile that made your heart beat faster but you ignored it. You weren’t going to look into anything that could cause your friendship harm.

“I’m gonna go warm up in the shower but I’ll be down in ten, okay?” You say while pointing your finger at him. “Do not drink all my wine again.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, giving you a two-finger salute which made you snort. You quickly ascended the stairs and picked the largest bathroom in the house, shutting the door behind you. The thought of locking it made you pause but you ignored it, knowing Cassian wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

The bathroom was made for the Illyrians but you greedily used it whenever you could. It had a giant skylight and bathtub underneath it that was large enough to fit their wings comfortably while the shower had a rainfall head and glass doors that made it steam up nicely. You were half tempted to ask Rhys who built it so you could have one in your apartment.

Your clothes were difficult to get off due to the wetness but eventually you shucked them off, leaving them in a small pile by the door. The only sound in the room was the soft pads of your feet as you turned the water on and waited for it to heat up. 

Steam quickly filled the room and you took a deep breath, enjoying the way the heat immediately began to warm your skin as you stepped into the scalding water. You closed your eyes and let it run over your bare skin, tipping your head back and relaxing your shoulders.

As you started your washing routine you missed the door opening from how loud the shower was. The glass door opened behind you and you only noticed when a cool breeze hit the back of your body.

“What the fuck?!” You shouted, trying to cover yourself when you saw Cassian beginning to undress. “Cassian what the hell are you doing?”

“Relax!” He griped, tossing his boxers behind him and stepping into the giant shower. You flattened yourself against the wall, your head turned to the side as you looked up at the ceiling to avoid staring at him. “I was cold as hell and thought I would join you.”

“I am naked Cassian.” You growled, questioning his common sense as he brushed off your concerns.

“I could care less, Y/N. I just wanted to wash myself really quick and this is the only shower that can fit me. In fact, why didn’t you go to a different shower?” He cocked his head, watching as you turned around in anger and disbelief.

“Because I called dibs on the shower first, idiot!” You argued, not even caring that your body was now fully exposed. “If you would learn to wait your turn this wouldn’t be happening.”

“Well, regardless, I’m not leaving. So either suck it up and be an adult or leave.” He smirked, grabbing your shampoo to begin washing his hair. You swore you saw red as you snatched it out of his hand.

“I’m not leaving, I was here first.” You frowned, turning back around to finish washing the suds out of your hair. “Just…stay on your side.”

“No problem, kid. Just keep your eyes at an appropriate level.” He snickered, dodging the bottle of shampoo that you threw at his head. 

The two of you took your showers in relative silence, both of you sneaking glances when you thought the other couldn’t see, but just as you were about to finish up Cassian cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” He said softly, his wings dropped so he could see you over his shoulder. You raised an eyebrow and lightly shook your head. 

“I swear to the Mother if you ask me to wash your d-” You began but stopped when he shouted before you could finish your sentence, smiling as his face grew red.

“You need to get your mind out of the gutter. I just need you to wash the bottom of my wings.” Cassian rolled his eyes, holding out the washcloth. However you hesitated, the air suddenly growing thick. You knew how sensitive their wings were and how selective they were about who touched them. Cassian himself had told you about it.

“Are you…are you sure?” You asked slowly, gingerly taking the rag. He nodded and extended his wings outwards.

“I’m not a barbarian, kid. I can control myself. Just do it quick and don’t make it weird.” 

You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, trying to rationalize it in your mind before you could chicken out. It was just one naked friend helping another naked friend wash a hard-to-reach spot. Nothing weird about it…right?

Your fingers shook as you started on his left wing, stopping briefly when he tensed before pushing through to get it over with. The tension was building quickly as you did your best to wipe thoroughly yet softly, not wanting to tear the delicate skin. He was stiller than you had ever seen him as you tried to control your breathing.

As you finished up the left side and began to go to the right you caught a very brief glance of his cock. It was hard and standing proudly, itching to be stroked. Both of his hands were fisted at his side as you waivered over his right wing.

“Cassian I can-” You began but he snapped at you, his voice straining.

“Just hurry up.” He snapped, his back muscles flexing as you bit down on your lip and nodded. The sight of him hard was burning in your eyes but not painfully. No, you liked it. You would have to be blind to not see how handsome he was but you also didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him.

Sex complicated things and you didn’t want that, no matter how much you did want him. It was your dirty little secret and you weren’t going to bring it to light. 

He shuddered when you ran the soft material along the inner ridge, his cock jumping in need. You felt a mix of desire and guilt in your gut, knowing this was just a natural reaction and he probably was embarrassed. 

You finished up the rest of your cleaning at record speed, practically throwing the rag back at him and mumbling something about needing to get downstairs. As you began to walk past him you felt an iron grip wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

The water was still hot as you waited there, holding your breath. Cassian tightened his grip for a brief moment before he let you go, his hand falling back to his side. You hated the way you wish he had pulled you into him.

You made the mistake of looking back at him and you couldn’t stop your eyes from falling to his cock, a sharp wave of arousal going straight to your pussy as you swiftly raised them back up to his face. It was too late, of course. He could smell you.

And before you could plead your innocence or apologize you felt him grab your hip and pull you into his wet body. Cassian’s face was tilted down as he watched you, water droplets running down his chest as he clenched his jaw in restraint.

“This shower was a mistake.” He whispered, cupping your face softly and running his thumb over your cheek. “We need to get out and pretend this didn’t happen.”

Neither one of you moved.

Your mind was screaming at you to run, to save whatever scrap of friendship would still be alive after this encounter before it was ruined forever. However, with the way he was looking at you and how good his body felt against yours, you ignored it.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked softly, opening your mouth when his thumb caught your bottom lip. He slipped it inside and you rolled your tongue around it, drunk off the scent of his musk and your own arousal. 

Cassian groaned as the feeling went straight to his cock. He swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing before he dipped his head down so that his forehead was against your own. You sighed when he removed his thumb, peeking up at him through your eyelashes as the two of you stood at the point of no return.

“Whatever you want…just touch me.” His voice was now desperate as he closed his eyes in anticipation. You waited for a brief moment before raising up on your tiptoes to kiss him, your hand wrapping around his large cock to test the waters.

He hissed through his teeth from your soft touch, his hips involuntarily bucking. You couldn’t believe how pent up he already was so you decided to take mercy on him, stroking him as you moved your lips across his face.

You dipped down to his collarbone and nipped at the thin skin, enjoying the red marks that appeared in your wake. He was barely hanging on by a thread as you jacked him off, the size difference alone making him want to bend you over and break you. 

One of his hands was lazily running up and down your back as you stepped closer to him, your own juices coating your inner thighs as you used your free hand to stroke the front of his wings. Cassian growled a warning but you just gave him a smug smirk, feeling totally in control as you took the tips of your fingernails and ran it all the way down.

“If you don’t stop soon, I’m going to cum.” He grunted, nostrils flaring as you increased the speed of your strokes.

“Do it, Cass.” You taunted, gazing up at him through heavy lids. “Cum all over my hand. Be a good boy for me.”

The boldness of your words surprised you but you both loved it, his lip catching between his teeth as he lost himself in the feeling of you pleasuring him. You watched in anticipation, wanting to see the face he made as he spilled his seed, and when you used the pad of your thumb to swipe under the pink head he lost it.

Your name fell off his lips like a prayer as he threw his head back and groaned, his hips following your hand as he came all over your hand and stomach. It was one of the hottest things you had ever seen and did nothing to cure the ache between your legs, noting how his cock stayed hard even after he had stopped thrusting.

His chest was rising and falling quickly as he looked down at you, a primal hunger in his eyes that had your own breath catching in your throat. You dropped your hand and took a step back but Cassian was quick to pull you towards him, moving so that you were trapped between his body and the wall.

“Your turn.” He whispered, smirking as his wings surrounded the two of you. 

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi! I realize I should've requested this earlier, but honestly I'm not in any rush; but I happen to share a birthday with Ran (still processing that I can't believe I actually do) and would like one where we celebrate our birthday together. Can be SFW or NSFW, doesn't really matter honestly

Here you go! Happy belated birthday!

Twinning: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 986

tw: NSFW

masterlist

"Y/n, he's been staring at you all night."

"You should go over there and tell him to buy you a drink since it's your birthday!" You try to ignore your friends' voices over the music, but when you glance back at the bar, you see the short-haired man looking your way and raising a glass at you. He tosses it back, but you try to keep your smile hidden.

"Just go over there already," your best friend urges you, pushing you out of the booth and toward the bar. You make your way over there, looking as casual as possible.

The short-haired man turns to you, his purple eyes roaming over your physique before he murmurs, "Finally."

"You know," you begin, leaning on the bar beside him. "It's my birthday."

"Oh?"

"You should buy me a drink." The man places his cup down on the bar and smiles widely, showing a mouth full of perfect teeth.

"I should buy you more than a drink, then. So, we can celebrate together."

"Oh, really?" You smirk and bite your lower lip. "What're you thinking?"

"A bottle... or two." He chuckles and leans over to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "What's your name?"

"Y/n," you murmur. "And yours?"

"Ran Haitani. But most people just call me Ran." And so the night begins with a champagne bottle and light conversation, just you and the man who kept buying you drinks. Ran Haitani.

You're not sure when you knew you were drunk, but by the time you stumble out of the club on Ran's arm, you know the night is coming to its inevitable close.

"We should hang out more often," you giggle, looking at the suave man who seems to still be sober. He raises his brows at you, then mutters,

"You want to go home so soon?" For a moment, you can hear the promise of something more in his voice. But you dismiss it as machinations of your addled mind.

"I should get back home," you reply sheepishly. "Friends might be worried and all that."

"Oh." Ran nods, shrugging his shoulders. "Did you drive here, or...?"

"Uber."

"Then let me call you an Uber." Before you can protest, he's on his phone, hailing one almost immediately.

"You really don't have to..." You urge him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ran shakes his head, brushing his hair away from his face while clearing his throat.

"It would be the best way to treat such a wonderful companion on her birthday. I would like for you to get home safe so we can have another thrilling evening." You blush at his compliment, trying not to think anything too inappropriate about the man who was just being kind to you on your birthday.

When the Uber arrives (which doesn't take long), Ran opens the door for you, and you slide into the vehicle. You're about to say goodbye and bid him goodnight, but something takes over you, and you grab his hand.

"Maybe a nightcap would be okay?" Ran's face morphs into a lazy grin, and he gets into the car with you, accepting your offer without a word. The ride isn't too extensive, but you consider fooling around with Ran a little to get things going in the right direction. It would be scandalous in front of a person you don't know, though, so you wait impatiently.

But when you get to your front door, you can't seem to put the key in the door fast enough. You shake a little, giggling as Ran kisses down your neck after the Uber driver drives off. When his hand reaches down to steady yours, though, you feel the rush of the moment overwhelm you.

"You're going to make me melt," you breathe just as the door to your condo opens.

"Hopefully not before I get you out of these clothes." You both hurry inside, exchanging feverish kisses as the door shuts. Expensive wine and whiskey mingle on your tongues as you kiss, and every inhale of Ran is like breathing in the aroma of confidence. You nip at his lower lip, and he groans, pressing a hand against the wall to steady himself.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Not far," you whisper, leading him there while he tosses his jacket off and slings it over the back of the couch. The bedroom is clean - thank God - and Ran gently pushes your stomach down onto the bed before rolling your mini skirt down your legs.

"Birthday sex is the best sex," he mutters, helping you step out of the item before pushing your underwear to the side. You whimper as his fingers run up and down your slit, mingling with the slick already there. "And you're so wet already."

"Fuck me," you chant, angling your hips higher. "Do it, Ran."

"Anything for the birthday girl," he replies, and you look back just as he parts your asscheeks. His cock is thick and long, just enough for you to wonder if your back would be giving out within the first three minutes. "And anything for me since I'm the birthday boy, too."

"It's your birthday?" you gasp, but it turns into a moan as Ran rocks his hips back and forth leisurely. "Why didn't you say something?"

Ran snorts, running his hands through your hair. "Didn't want to make the evening all about me."

"But--" Ran speeds up his strokes, gripping your ass in both hands.

"Shh..." You whine a little, parting your legs even more. "I'll get mine. You'll get yours, too, princess. We'll just exchange gifts right here, okay?" You can't even reply, but Ran doesn't mind. His lisp ghost over your neck, and he sucks harshly on your beautiful skin. "One hickey for each year," Ran murmurs in your ear. "Then I'll give you as many orgasms as you can take for good measure."

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 40

Nami was walking through the town, a huge sack of clothes tossed over her shoulder, Usopp with his own sack walked beside her. Nami could feel a shift in the air around her, she was fascinated with the shift in weather patterns, which at first had been necessary for navigation and had become something of a hobby.

“Hey Usopp, we need to head back to the ship right now.”

“Huh? How come I thought you wanted to look around more? Maybe stop for lunch,” Usopp asked, confused.

“The air pressure is dropping rapidly at a rather abnormal rate, there is a Storm coming and fast, unless you and your bag of goodies want to get soaked,” Nami pointed out, changing direction towards the pier.

“All right you have a good point,” Usopp followed behind her. “Hey look, it's Sanji and Zoro, hey guys!” Usopp called out, waving in their direction. Nami stopped walking and they all gathered together. Zoro had the same shirt on from last night and two new swords, where he got the money is what Nami wanted to know. Sanji on the other hand was wearing a bright colored fish shirt that she had made him buy yesterday, he also had a few shopping bags on his arm and his other was linked with Zoro's. The date must have gone well.

“Nami-swan and Usopp, funny running into you two here,” Sanji called out to them.

“Anyone know where Luffy is?” Zoro asked not to bother with any greetings. Although he did have a point, they should find their captain.

“Is he still looking for the platform?” Usopp asked from beside her. “I believe it's right here in Town Square.”

“Shit, I think he found it,” Sanji pointed out. There was Luffy atop the executioner's platform, a large piece of wood with a hole on top with his head and hands secured, a man sitting atop of it with Buggy the annoying clown next to him. It felt like ages ago that she had stolen from him, and met Luffy and Zoro.

“Why is he on the platform about to be executed?!” Nami wasn't wasn't sure who said it or if it was everyone.

“Sanji give me your bags so you and Zoro can go save our captain, meet you back at the ship,” Nami offered, holding out her hand. “No argument, just give it here,” She told him as he opened his mouth to protest. He reluctantly handed over before following after Zoro who had already taken off. She turned around and began to head towards the docks where she was originally intending to go.

“Um Nami, shouldn't we try to help them save Luffy?” Usopp asked, walking beside her.

“Usopp what would we do that they can't do? Do you really think you can get a good shot with all those people running around? Beside Buggy the clown has a devil fruit,” Nami shook her head pointing out the facts. She didn't have her staff on her, she had come here to shop not to fight.

“Hey! I'll have you know I took down a fishmen all by myself and proved myself to Daddy the parent!” Usopp argued with her, he was lucky he was her gossip buddy and that her hands were full. “We could provide back up at least,” He must still be riding the high of serving his duel.

“Well even if that's the case we have a more important task,” her voice was sharp as ever almost as if it was the crack of lightning.

“like what?”

“Like the Storm I mentioned earlier, the air pressure and temperature have been dropping rapidly for the past while. Plus I saw cumulus clouds heading from the east. That's a sure sign of a Storm rolling in, a big one to boot. What with the ruckus going on in town Square the marines are bound to be out, I really don't want to run into Captain Smoker I've heard terrible things about him,” The lady who owned the boutique she had visited had told her all about the new captain with a devil fruit who had put this town on lockdown, there haven't been any pirates making it out of here. Their business had been surfing from his influence. “What would we do if Merry was washed away when we needed a quick get away? This way we can get her ready to sail away as soon as those three make it back,” She was just glad Sanji was there, she didn't trust Luffy and Zoro to make it back in one piece.

“Holy crap you're right! That absolutely more important Sanji and Zoro will be fine on their own!” Usopp rushed ahead of her. Lucky bastard only had one bag to carry and it had straps.

“Hey wait for me!”