#like dude just because there is no sign saying you can’t turn on red at this corner doesn’t mean I HAVE to turn on red

[lookingoutforstarrs]

hazy

hamzah x fem!reader

1.3k words

cw: handjob, virgin!hamzah, weed, angst if you squint

a/n- this is rushed and so bad but enjoy!

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you had come over to hamzah’s place a couple hours ago to smoke and watch megamind, which was a weekly routine for the two of you. you’d known him for 3 years, and you consider him one of your best friends. but there was a small problem; he was in love with you. the worst part is that you loved him too, but you were to scared to act on it.

…

mandy had come to you about 4 months ago with a secret she couldnt keep.

“i dont even know if i can say this,” she mumbled, her head resting in her palms.

“whatever it is it can’t be that bad,” you replied, giggling.

“y/n trust me, it’s bad,” she said, facing you with a serious expression.

“im ready for whatever it is,” you say, confidently.

“okay…so i overheard martin and hamzah the other night,” she started.

“what were they talking about?” you ask.

“uhh….you.”

your face flushed. what could they be saying that was bad about you? you started going through your head to try and remember any signs of them not liking you, but struggled. you had known them for 3 years now, surely they wouldnt be your friends if they didnt like you, right?

“did i do something? do they not wanna hang out anymore?” you ask, trying not to let the burn in your throat expose how badly you dont want it to be true.

“uh quite the opposite actually. hamzah was talking about you, like nonstop. martin got annoyed from only talking about you and asked what was wrong with hamzah. and hamzah was all like ‘i think im in love with her dude’ and then i ran away from the door because i got scared,” she replies, giggling.

your heart really sank then. face instantly going red.

“oh,” is all you could get out.

“see i knew you’d be upset, but what do you think?” mandy pushed, slightly suspicious of your crush.

“oh! uh i dunno, wouldn’t that end our friendship?”

“only if you dont like him back, which you definitely do. you know him better than martin, just go for it.”

“i dont want to loose what we have now.” you reason, still in deep thought.

“why are you afraid of loosing one good thing when you know it could turn into something greater? just go for it.” she reassured.

“i’ll see what i can do”

…

so here you were, stoned out of your mind, watching megamind defeat titan with hamzah’s usual commentary.

“he could’ve tried a little harder,” he says, annoyed with how weak megamind was acting.

you weren’t focused on the movie though, your eyes steady on hamzah. he noticed, growing nervous but not pointing it out. he couldn’t bare it anymore, you cant just look at him like that.

“dude are you okay?” he asks with a smirk on his face, slightly laughing.

“oh yeah sorry,” you avert your gaze and sit up straighter, which hamzah didn’t appreciate. you came over in sweatpants and a hoodie, but his a/c was broken so you were now only in your sweatpants and a tight black tanktop that perfectly displayed your boobs. you catch him looking at your chest for a second, only to blush and look away.

you don’t know if it’s the weed or how touch starved you are, but you decide to be bold.

“hamzah, have you ever kissed anyone?” you ask, blushing but keeping a straight face face.

he looks at you, red eyes wide and cheeks flushed. he felt his palms get sweaty and his pants get tighter.

“uhm…wow i uh no..i havent.” he coughed out, looking away. “it’s kinda embarrassing.”

“it’s not embarrassing.” you say, tilting your head and looking him in the eye. you try not to smirk at his nervous expression.

“do you umm, want me to teach you?” you ask, sounding too innocent for what you want to do to him.

“yes please.” he whimpers out, dick twitching in his pants.

you move closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him. you look him in the eye and he stares back with a pleading stare. you slowly move to hold his face in your hands, and he feels like he’s gonna pass out. you kiss him gently.

hes never felt anything like it. the intimacy if it makes his head spin. he moves his head with the rhythm your soft lips made, deepening the kiss. you move your hands to his neck and he groans.

you guide his lips in the right direction, slowly prying his mouth open for you to explore. he gasps at the sensation, whining a little.

he still has his arms at his sides, awkwardly playing with the hem of his hoodie. you break the kiss and he pouts, only for you to pick up his hands and put them on your sides.

“you can touch me hamzah.” you breathe out, focused on kissing him again. he’s rock hard.

he slowly moves his hands to explore the expanse of your back. tugging at the skin on your waist. you move your kisses down his cheek and onto his jaw, peppering small kisses there. he’s lightheaded. all he can hear is the sound of your kissing and his heartbeat pounding.

you make your way to his neck, licking and kissing the short right under his ear. he whimpers. not like a quiet whine, more like a borderline moan. your panties grow wetter.

you move your hands down his clothed torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps. he’s panting in your ear and it takes everything in you not to fuck him right now.

“can i touch you?” you whisper.

he moans this time, loud “please..ah..please.” he begs, head falling back. you giggle, embarrassing him but only making him harder.

you rub his thighs, inching close to where he needs you. you slowly start to fidget with the waistband of his shorts, sliding a hand in. you lightly trace the outline of his dick through his underwear, and he curses. he almost came from that alone. you rub him a little harder, letting him thrust into your palm.

he huffs and pants so sweetly, you could spend hours teasing him. you opt not too, not trying to be unfair. you move your hand directly onto his dick now, making him let out a loud whimper.

you run your thumb across his tip, collecting the pearl of precum causing a damp spot on his boxer. he hisses.

you start to stroke him, agonizingly slow.

“fuuuuuuckkkkkk.” is all is can manage to say, face flushed and panting.

you hum in response, kissing his neck. he’s huffing and panting like he’s running a marathon. you swipe your thumb over his tip again and hear him whine, a tear coming down his cheek. you kiss it away and he looks you in the eye, all fucked out and full of adoration.

“if you keep going..ah..im gonna cum.” he whimpers out.

“it’s okay, i want you to.” you say against his neck, bruising him with your kisses.

that was his last straw, cumming with a whine and bucking into your fist, making a mess all over his boxers.

you stroke him through it until he starts to wince and twitch, then you let go.

“lets get you cleaned up.” you say standing and reaching a hand out. “you did so good for me.” you whisper, kissing his. cheek.

he has no idea what the fuck just happened. the beautiful girl who he had a crush on for years just made him cum in his pants, and held him the whole way through. he got up though, legs slightly shaking.

you led him to the bathroom to clean him up, then spend the night <3

[hardboiledleggs]

Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

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Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

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[soggyriceee]

Hiiii 👋 omg I love your writing soo much 😫😫😫

Can I request reader being insecure about her body because she saw a gorgeous woman talking to Simon? The woman wasn’t flirting with him or anything, but she was a bit touchy with him. And reader can’t help but feel insecure about her body… thinking Simon could have someone better. Only for him to make sure she’s the only one that he wants and his is desperate for.

Make it smutty 🥵🫠

Honestly have no idea if you’ve written this already or what but thank youuuuu if you do 🥹🩵

your graduation party was supposed to be your night, your night of attention, gifts, well wishes and endless, already paid for shots. of course by none other than your boyfriend Simon.

he was the one who planned this whole thing, waiting two years to finally see you get your college degree. he was nothing but proud of you.

of course as a result of him planning it, he invited a few co workers over. you didn’t mind, actually befriending a few of his female co workers yourself. jealousy and insecurity were emotions you and Simon barely felt, reminding each other every night of how much you both craved and loved each other.

and you cherished that deeply, always reminding yourself there’s no way Simon was going anywhere. but you weren’t sure if it was the drinks, or the crowds of people around you, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat as you made your way back from the bathroom to see one of Simons old fling from when he was still dating around talking with him and two others.

you watched from a distance, one of the servers coming around with another full tray of shots. you quickly grabbed one, turning your attention back to the tall, slender woman resting against the counter top, watching as her eyes stared so intensely at Simon, her red stained lips wrapping around her black straw.

you wanted to tell yourself she wasn’t seducing him, she was simply drinking and yoh simply had too many shots. but you could help but feel your anger bubble inside yoh more once her matching red nails pressed against Simons chest, laughing at the joke be obviously just made.

of course, you didn’t catch Simons reaction, how uncomfortable he got. how he cleared his throat and stepped towards the side, checking his watch as he finally noticed you’d been gonna for some time. “excuse me.” he would say, placing his drink on the counter and making his way towards the restrooms.

as he cleared them both out, he began to slowly feel his anxiety make itself into his mind, his fingers quickly pressing your name on his phone.

voicemail.

again.

voicemail.

again.

voicemail again.

“bunny you answer me right now, stop playing tbese games i know you at least feel your phone going off. tell me where you are before i flip this evil place upside down.” he said, weaving between pressed up couples and slumped out dudes against the wall.

but you were far from the club now, sitting at a Taco bell only two minuets from the place. of course you saw his calls but why answer them? in your mind, you had lost him. and that was the alcohol talking.

it took Simon 5 minuets before he began to explore further out of the building, taking note of the skinny purple taco bell sign. “you better be there..” he mumbled to himself, walking with urgency.

now, simon would like to say he was upset. infuriated actually. but his heart softened almost immediately when he saw you in the far back of the half full taco bell, wiping your eyes and stupidly getting hot sauce in them, dropping your taco in order to grab a spare unused napkin.

that was probably your breaking point, the fallen taco. you began to cry, not loudly, silently. but simon didn’t even have to sit down to get your attention, you smelt his cologne as soon as he got close, lifting your head to see him sitting down.

“w..what do you want.” yoh slurred out, your right eye squeezed shut from the slight burn of the hot sauce. “why are you here.” he said softly, grabbing another napkin to wipe the sour cream off your cheek. “you.. you cheated.. “ you replied, barely keeping the napkin to your eye.

“cheated? you’re way more than drunk.” he laughed, but when realizing you were serious stiffened. “what do yoh mean cheat?” he said, shifting.

you groaned, slamming your head on the table. he wanted to laugh, always finding your drunken state your cutest, but he knew that what you were saying you truly felt. “come on bunny.. let’s get you home.”

~~

placing you on the bed, he slowly lifted your dress, tossing it to the floor before turning to the dresser. “now.. which pajamas would you like tonight my love?” he asked, turning when he was replied to with silence.

he turned, his eyes landing on you going through his phone. he wasn’t mad, he was just really fucking confused.

“the.. the girl. where is.. she?” yoh slurred, pointing lazily to his phone.

“what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “don’t lie to me!” you said, tossing his phone. “you still.. like your ex?” you said, quieter than you just were.

for a moment simon thought you were hallucinating, not recalling an ex anywhere you both’ ve been. but he realized very quickly you took a one time thing, from years ago, as him falling for another woman.

he placed your pajamas on the edge of the bed before walking over to his side. “you’re so cute when you’re drunk.. i like this little jealous you.” he smiled, crawling oven to the bed before grabbing your hips, placing you on his lap.

of course, given his job and all, he had his mask on once leaving the club and has since had it on. so, looking into his drunk eyes you couldn’t help but feel your cunt begin to pulse. his eyes were your favorite thing about him, and you loved fuckinf him with it on. his hands grabbed your hips as he sighed, eyes still on yours.

“you don’t know how obsessed i am with you bunny.” he said softly, his cock already hardening just from the sight of your sloppy drunk state. “i think aboht you all the time. who do you think i was talking about in that group hm?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

he pressed his hips up, both of you reacting pleasantly. your hands found his chest, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “m-me?”

he nodded, dragging your hips forward, bucking his own hips up. “mhm.. that’s right baby. i was talking about you.. and how proud i am of you”, he praised, dragging your hips against his cock as his eyes drifted down to his lap, watching as your hips began to move, your heart pumping faster. “how beautiful you are, how good you treat me.”

immediately, your hips were moving by themselves, his praises alone enough to get you off. “i don’t even have to touch you do i baby? you’re gonna cum all on my pants just from my voice, hm?” he cooed, keeping your hips at the same pace. “you wanna hear how obsessed i am with you, how proud i am.”

your hips moved effortlessly against his tight pants, eyes rolling back as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. you whispered out helplessly, as your orgasm grew. “s-so close.” you cried out.

“go ahead baby get it all out.. give me all that cum baby go ahead..” he whispered, the feeling of you rubbing right against his hard on enough to make him cum too. and he did, right into his pants, feeling his cum trickle in between his thighs as your own cum seeped it’s way through his pants, only adding to the mess. “so messy we are.” he smirked, noting the embarrassment that painted your face.

your fingers dug into his sweater as you rode out your orgasm, your clit pulsing violently. simon was far from done tho, somewhat angry(?) at you for assuming he’d cheat, but he also didn’t wanna admit he was angry with you. he’d never really been angry with you.

he flipped you over with ease, your stomach pressed to the bed now as his hands roughly shoved your dress up, leaving your lacey red panties on. they were soaked, completely, making simon more hard. the idea of fucking you while your cum filled panties stayed on made him wanna cum again, and made his cock go from semi hard to hard right again.

quickly, he took his pants off, leaving his boxers on to stare at the wide circle of cum on his grey calvin klein’s.

“such a mess we made, lets make another one hm?” he smirked, grabbing your hips and pressing them against his. you could feel the cold, wet stain on your ass, causing you to push back on him. “such a waste, your a wasteful girl. all this cum should be inside you.” he sighed, his thumb making its way from the lower of your spine, down the crack of your ass, pressing only slightly against your asshole. “if you’re so wasteful you shouldn’t get any more hm? if it’ll just go to waste like this. you must not want it.”

your head turned back, fingers desperately trying to grab at the band of his boxers as to pull them down. but he was much quicker, grabbing your greedy hand by the wrist and pressing it against your back, grabbing your hair and shoving your face into the mattress. “now we’re greedy? this isn’t my good girl at all.”

you whined desperately, growing annoyed and tired of his teasing. he already had you in the most sinful position, why is he not fucking you already.

“please i need it.” you cried out, moving your hips back and forth as if he was really inside you. maybe it was the alcohol causing such delusion, but he loved it. he loved watching your dress slowly fall back down, covering the juggle of your ass as your hips slammed back against his. his dick wasn’t even out, but you could feel it and that’s all you needed.

however, he couldn’t be bothered to wait any more, needy for your walls to be wrapped around him.

quickly, his cock spring out of the hole in his boxers, your dress pulled up yet again.

“so impatient, so demanding.” he mumbled, wrapping his finger around your panties and pulling them to the side.

now, usually, you and simon would wear condoms. you both were very adamant about waiting for kids until you’ve both lived out your early 20s with parties, successful careers and the financial and mental ability to do so. however, he couldn’t help but wonder what your pussy felt like bare.

he’d dream of it, you having to actually wake him up from his own dream to help him because he’d dry hump you in his sleep. it was the cutest thing, his soft whimpers and random moans of your name. he knew he’d be wrong for fucking you with no condom, but it was the alcohols fault. he couldn’t help it.

he slid in, stopping halfway in because he couldn’t take the sound alone. the filthy squish of your wetness and cum as he pushed into you, his cock wet with all your juices.

continuing, he pushed himself all the way into your slimy cunt, his hand already letting go of your hand pined to your back. “s-simon!” you squeaked, only for your head to be pushed back into the pillow.

hos hands found your hips, wasting no time in fucking into you, one hand on the back of your head the other on your hip. “fuck you’re s-so beautiful bent over for me like this… oh it makes my cock so-so hard.” he moaned, shamelessly rolling his eyes back as your cum and slick coated his cock base to tip.

his lips formed into a smirk, a confident smirk, hearing how whiney you were for him, how hard you tried to squirm away from the abuse but he held you in place. you were a piece of paper compared to your muscular prince, quite frankly it was embarassing you thought you’d escape him so easy.

“think you’re gonna escape me? hm?” he bunched your hair in his fist before pulling your head up from the bed, your face bright red and tears running down your face.

fuck you’re beautiful, he would think to himself, feeling his cock twitching at the sight of you. it was pathetic truly, how quick and easy you made him cum. it was one of the reasons he was so obsessed with you, your pussy owns him. he knew and you knew it.

his balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, only adding to the growing overstimulated feeling. your lips grazed against each other, his hips still slamming into yours. “i-i’m gonna cum love” he groaned, his eyes staring into your helpless ones.

he loved how well you took him, how you just let him use you. how you were okay with being pounded into. “you gon lemme fill you up hm?” you whimpered a pathetic yes, so drunk you had no idea he didn���t even have a condom on.

“that’s right baby.. gonna give you all m-my babies. all my cum.” he said, his finger nails digging into your skin.

his cock twitched inside as your gummy walls massaged him so good, his balls still abusing your throbbing clit. “gonna be such a good mommy.” he panted, feeling his balls tighten as his orgasm worked its way through his body.

he took his hand from your hair to your throat, sliding his thumb into your mouth as he forced you to open wide. drool almost immediately slid down his hand, only making his thrusts more aggressive and sloppy.

“y-you’re gonna make me cum..” he choked out, a truly pathetic whimper slipping past his lips. “gonna fill you.. gonna fill you with all of it.”

he slid out, flipping you to your back in one swift movement before shoving himself rifht back into that warm pussy. his hands found the sides of your head, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he pounded rifht back into you.

his calloused thumb again found your clit, at this point hurting himself as he stopped himself from cumming. “come on princess cum for me.. cum for me show me how badly you want my babies in this fucking pussy.” he panted, his eyes locked onto yours.

and that’s what did it, his eyes.

your pussy convulsed around his cock, his tip abusing your cervix. it was way too much and you couldn’t take it.

“s-simon it feels weird.” you whined, your hands pushing on his lower abdomen. all the cum that he was waiting to fill you up with, came out the second your hands pressed on him. he wasn’t sure if it was the pressure, or just you, but he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“o-oh fuckk!” he groaned out, his hips slamming full force into you as his cum filled you up, earning a painful yelp from you. his tip was hitting directly on your cervix and the orgasm you just had, quickly disappeared and was instead replaced with pain.

but he was so in love with this new feeling, a whole new type of orgasm he’d never felt before. his hips continued their abuse on yours, his tip still sticking to your cervix. “simon it hurts.” you cried out, trying to get his attention that you weren’t trying to be sexy, it genuinely was agonizing.

but hearing how you began to sob, how you squirmed beneath him, it was a disgusting, dirty creepy fantasy of his. but he couldn’t help but feel another orgasm approaching him. “yea i know baby i-i… i know.” he panted, his eyes rolled back as his hips grew slow and sloppy.

he loved how you tried to fight him, how strong he was. maybe it was the forcefulness of it all, but he loved having you squirm beneath him. so much so, that when he came again, he couldn’t help but pin your hips down into place as he fucked his cum back into your hole, annoyed that any was even seeping out to begin with.

your stomach was on fire, it hurt terribly. and when simon had finally noticed you never even came, he looked down at yoh and saw the discomfort all over your face. “i-it hurts.” you whined, kicking him off of you.

the rest of the night and early morning was full of needles and IVS, the male nurses not even bothering to help you in any way. simon requested only female nurses for you, wanting to remain the only man who will take care of you and to help you up, despite being the reason you both were even in here to begin with

hoping and praying y’all like this one, i enjoyed this request a lot so 😼😼

[steveseddie]

with a cold breeze

rating: t | cw: none apply | word count: 4,281

tags: eddie munson lives, didn't know they were dating, getting together, first kiss, fluff and hurt/comfort

for the @steddielovemonth prompt: “love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold” by @stevesbipanic

a/n: this is my first time writing a prompt for this event and it was so much fun! also this ended up longer than i thought but. enjoy 🩷

click here to read on ao3

***

In Eddie’s defense, he shouldn’t have been expected to bring a jacket. Not when Steve didn’t tell him where they were going or when he sent Eddie spiraling into a pit of pining by showing up at his doorstep with a white shirt tucked into a pair of tight blue jeans and a black jacket thrown on top, looking like he stepped out of Eddie’s dreams.

Now that he thinks about it, Steve might’ve told him to grab a jacket, but Eddie was too busy picking his jaw off the floor to listen to him.

When he stepped out of the trailer and followed Steve to his car, Eddie felt a light chill in the air, but since he assumed Steve was taking them to the movies or for dinner at that diner he likes, he figured the flannel he was wearing over his Metallica singlet would be enough to withstand it. 

Eddie doesn’t know exactly when this became a thing they did- Steve picking him up and taking him to dinner or a movie or ice cream or roller skating. 

(That last one was Eddie’s least favorite one because he spent half the time they were there falling on his ass. Or maybe it wasn’t, because the other half was spent holding on to Steve’s hand as he guided Eddie around the rink and helped him keep his balance.)

Eddie still can’t help but feel surprised whenever Steve turns up at his door, even if it happens multiple times a week these days. He knows this is what friends do, but maybe it’s still just a little hard to believe that he’s friends with Steve Harrington. 

(“You make it sound like I’m some kind of celebrity, man,” Steve said the first time Eddie voiced his shock about him wanting to spend time with Eddie. 

“Dude, you are the king of Hawkins! You are a celebrity!” Eddie said, dramatically shaking Steve’s shoulders which earned him a mighty eye roll and a playful shove. “And celebrities don’t want to spend time with freaks like me.”

Steve’s face softened at that, he bumped Eddie’s shoulder with his. “Well, this one does.”)

Eddie knows Steve is being genuine every time he says he wants to hang out, but a part of him always expects Steve to get tired of him and ditch Eddie, and start taking a nice pretty girl on these outings instead. 

(“Dates, they’re dates,” Max deadpanned after hearing Eddie ramble about Steve for roughly ten minutes straight. She’d clocked Eddie’s feelings for Steve right away when he came back from the roller rink with his backside bruised, but still with a dopey smile on his face to Max waiting for him at the steps of his trailer. “Steve Harrington is taking you out on dates!” 

“He’s not, they’re not dates,” Eddie said with a firm shake of his head. 

“Dude, Lucas literally took me to the roller rink last week.” 

“Aw, cute. Did he hold your hand?” 

“I held his, I skate, remember? And for a jock, he’s got terrible balance,” she says, lips twitching into a little smile. “Not as bad as yours though.” 

“Hey!”)

Even if Max insists on calling them dates, Eddie won’t. He can’t. He knows Steve doesn’t see them that way so he can’t do it either, not if he wants to protect his heart. 

So he ignores that Steve opens the door to his car for him like he would if this was a real date and he ignores that he lets Eddie pick the music or that he keeps a few of Eddie’s tapes in his car for him to choose from, even if they’re not at all what he likes, and he ignores the way he keeps glancing at Eddie at stop signs or red lights with a sweet little smile that makes his stomach swoop like when he went through the gate to the Upside Down did, only better. 

Or he tries to ignore it, at least.

“Soooo where are we going?” Eddie asks, contorting himself so he can sit cross-legged in Steve’s passenger seat after picking the music for the ride. 

Steve bops his head to the beginning of a Dio song and Eddie can’t help but feel proud. 

“It’s a surprise,” he says. 

Eddie groans. “Is this surprise also going to end up with me not being able to sit properly for a week?” He only realizes how that sounds when Steve’s head snaps to him, eyebrows high on his forehead. God. “You know cause I kept falling on my ass at the roller rink, not because- uh.” 

He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence, but luckily Steve spares him. With a soft laugh, he says, “Don’t worry, you won’t have trouble sitting after tonight.” Then Steve smirks, the little shit. “From falling on your ass- or some other reason.” 

Eddie flushes bright red.

He lowers the window and shivers when the cold air hits his face, but the wind helps cool down his flushed cheeks so he leaves it open. He notices that instead of driving them downtown, Steve is driving them further out. 

“I’m not gonna have trouble sitting ‘cause you’re luring me into the woods to murder me? Is that it?”

“And why would I want to murder you?” Steve asks, pinching the bridge of his nose like entertaining Eddie’s nonsense causes him physical pain. 

The wind blows Eddie’s hair away from his face. “Maybe you’re jealous of my luscious hair.” He hopes the wind makes him look like one of those cover shoots on the magazines that he sees at the store, but realistically, he knows he probably looks like a dog sticking his head out the window. “My naturally beautiful hair that doesn’t need any Farrah Fawcett spray.” 

Steve narrows his eyes at Eddie. “That little shit told you!” 

Eddie grins. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. Dustin told you, didn’t he?” 

“I won’t reveal my sources,” he says, pretending to zip up his lips. 

“You don’t have to, you dork. Dustin is the only one I told.” He pauses, thinking. “Maybe I am committing murder tonight.”

“Mine?”

“Henderson’s. And then yours so the secret dies with you.” He glances at Eddie with a smile. “And maybe because I am a little jealous of your beautiful hair.” His voice is a little too soft to sound like a joke.

Eddie gives him a shy smile and then flicks his hair over his shoulder with a dramatic flare. Steve laughs, head thrown back, as they drive past the Leaving Hawkins sign. 

***

Steve drives them to the top of a hill just outside of Hawkins. 

Eddie’s first thought when Steve parks his car next to a little forest is that maybe he’s actually planning to murder him tonight. 

His second thought comes when Steve opens Eddie’s door and a gust of wind hits Eddie, making him realize that no, his flannel won’t be enough. He’s going to freeze his ass off so even if Steve doesn’t murder him, Eddie will die anyway. 

His third thought comes when Steve takes hold of his wrist and drags him out of the car and towards a cliff overlooking most of Hawkins.

Eddie voices that thought with an appreciative whistle.

“Holy shit, that’s a killer view.”

“Right?” Steve asks with a grin. His fingers are still wrapped around Eddie’s wrist and he can feel the way he’s bouncing excitedly from one foot to the other. 

“Yeah, wow. You wouldn’t think that Hawkins is a shit town from up here,” Eddie says, taking in not only the night lights, but the stars above them too, shining brighter than Eddie has ever seen them.

“Yeah, it almost looks normal, no monsters or alternate dimensions.”

“No hordes of angry town people who want to burn you at the stake.” 

Steve gives Eddie’s wrist a comforting squeeze. He glances at the ground. “No shitty parents calling you a disappointment and an embarrassment,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. 

Eddie frowns. He shakes his hand until Steve loosens his hold, but before he can retreat it into his pocket because he thinks Eddie is trying to get him to let go, he tangles his fingers loosely with Steve’s. “They came back tonight?” 

Steve stares down at their hands, his thumb rubs over one of Eddie’s rings. “Yeah, and they managed to pick a fight within five minutes of walking through the door. Must be some kind of record.”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “I’m sorry, Steve.” 

With a sigh, Steve finally looks up. “It’s not your fault, and besides-” He smiles at Eddie. “I didn’t bring you here to talk about them.” 

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “What did you bring me here for?” 

Steve’s smile turns into a grin, he drops Eddie’s hand and starts walking backward toward the car. “Wait here.” 

“You better not be abandoning me to die here!” 

He gets no reply. Eddie squints at him as he rummages through the trunk of his car but it’s a little hard to see clearly in the dark. He wraps his arms around himself while he waits, feeling colder by the second, and resists the urge to ask Steve if he has an extra jacket lying around. It’ll send him into Mother Hen mode and he’ll start fussing about Eddie catching something and probably scold him for not bringing his own jacket. 

So he acts as nonchalant as possible about the cold when Steve comes back, hiding something behind his back that Eddie can’t see. 

“I didn’t bring you here to murder you or abandon you. I brought you here to have a picnic with me.” As he says this, he shows Eddie what he was holding behind his back- a checkered blanket and a goddamn picnic basket. 

Eddie blinks dumbly at the two items and then at Steve, mouth gaping like a fish. “A picnic?” 

Steve nods a little shyly. “Um yeah, is that okay?” 

Eddie lets out a disbelieving laugh. A fucking picnic under the stars- oh, Max is going to have a field trip teasing Eddie about this one!

He realizes that Steve might be taking his reaction the wrong way when he starts to fidget so Eddie wipes the surprise from his face and grins at Steve. “Depends on what you packed in there, big boy.” 

A high-pitched laughter tumbles out of Steve’s lips and even with just the moonlight he can see his cheeks tint pink. “Well, do you like grilled cheese?”

***

Eddie makes grabby hands at the basket. Once Steve spreads the blanket on the ground, he flops down and starts digging through the contents.

There’s grilled cheese wrapped in tin foil paper, two bags of chips, two sodas, and a big serving of pie. Eddie’s mouth waters. 

“So,” Steve asks, wrapping his arms around his knees. “What do you think?” 

“I think,” Eddie pauses, thinking. “That I don’t care if you murder me as long as you let me eat this first.” 

“You’re so annoying,” Steve snorts, rolling his eyes.

“If I’m so annoying,” Eddie says, neatly arranging the food between them on the blanket, or as best as he can on the uneven ground. “Then why did you go through all this trouble for little ol’ me?”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek. He looks like he wants to say something, but then changes his mind, only to part his lips again. The look in his eyes betrays nothing, no matter how much Eddie tries to read it. Despite the cold, Eddie’s hands start to sweat a little. 

But then Steve shakes his head and looks down, picking up his grilled cheese. When he looks back at Eddie again, his eyes are soft, crinkling at the corners, but whatever he saw in them before is now gone. “Let’s eat before it gets cold, okay?”

After the first bite, Eddie discovers that Steve must be some kind of grilled cheese genius. When he tells Steve this, he waves it off with a shy smile, but he seems pleased. 

They talk in between bites of food, or in Eddie’s case, through mouthfuls of melted cheese. The whole time, Eddie tries to ignore the chill in the air, but every gust of wind reminds him he’s only wearing a singlet under a very thin flannel and neither does much to protect him from the cold. Still, he does his best to hide his shivering from Steve, but it’s a little hard to do when Steve won’t take his eyes off of him for some reason.

Right now, he’s staring almost unblinkingly at Eddie with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms wrapped around his knees, a soft smile painted on his lips as Eddie tells him how excited he and the kids are about the next Hellfire meeting. 

“You’re always excited about your nerdy game,” Steve smirks. 

“Fair, but this time it’s different because the kids finally convinced Max to play!” 

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “How did they manage that?”

“Well, they didn’t convince her so much as they tricked her into it.” 

“Yeah, that makes more sense.” 

“But! It doesn’t matter cause she’s going to love it so much she’ll beg to join again! I’ve been working on her character sheet to make it perfect for her and I got her this cool set of dice- red dice, of course, cause her character will be called Ruby. Ruby the Rebel.”

Steve’s smile turns impossibly softer at Eddie’s excited rambling. “That sounds just as cool as her. What kind of- uh like, what’s her-”

“Class?” Eddie asks, stomach swooping a little at Steve trying to remember things about their nerdy game so he can ask Eddie. Steve nods. “Oh, she’s a-” He cuts himself off when a cool breeze stirs beneath his flannel and he shivers with a curse. “Jesus H. Christ!” 

Steve startles and his head whips in different directions, looking out for danger. “What?” 

“Sorry, nothing! It’s just really cold! Sorry!” 

Steve relaxes, then frowns. Narrowed eyes travel over Eddie’s body. “Wait, where’s your jacket?” 

“Uh.”

“Did you leave it in the car?” 

“More like, left it at home?” Steve’s face turns pinched. “You didn’t tell me where we were going, I didn’t know I would need a jacket!” 

“Yes, you did, I told you to bring one!” Steve says, exasperated. 

Oh. So Steve did tell him to bring a jacket. Huh. 

“Here,” Steve says and then starts shrugging off his jacket. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m giving you my jacket, obviously.” He removes it completely and Eddie gives himself a second to commit to memory just how tight Steve’s white shirt is. It’s also thin. Eddie shakes his head. 

“But you’ll be cold.” 

“I won’t.” He shrugs. “I run hot.”

“You’re hot,” Eddie says and realizes too late that his brain-to-mouth filter must’ve been damaged by the cold. “I mean you look hot, like you don’t look cold.”

Steve bites down on a grin. “Take the jacket before you catch something, Eds.” 

“O-kay, mom Steve.” He accepts the jacket, and when he puts it on, he can’t help but sigh happily. It’s warm from Steve’s body heat. It also smells just like him. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Steve smiles. “Now, what were you saying?” He asks and it takes Eddie a minute to remember what they were talking about, distracted as he is by Steve’s warmth and smell surrounding him.

***

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?” 

Eddie jerks his head back, out of the basket where he was looking for the forks that Steve packed for the pie. “Uh, like, every day of my life, man.” 

“Because of Vecna?”

“No, long before that.” Eddie finds the fork. Singular. “You only packed one, Stevie, but I can just use my fingers.” He wiggles them and Steve shakes his head. 

“We can share,” he says. Alarms go off in Eddie’s head at the thought of passing the fork back and forth between them, sharing the slice of pie. He hasn’t been to that many dates in his life, but sharing dessert sounds a lot like a date thing.

“Sure,” he says, shrugging casually. Steve takes the first bite and hands it to Eddie. “Anyway, yeah. I always knew I wanted to leave. Knowing that there’s an alternate dimension at our feet that could pop up the next monster at any second only made the urge stronger, but. Gotta graduate first.”

“Where will you go? When you graduate?” 

“I don’t know. Some big city with a cool music scene, maybe. I can join a band that’s actually going somewhere.” He snorts. “No offense to Corroded Coffin.” 

Steve chuckles. “I’ve always thought you belong in some big city.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, dude, you’ve always seemed- I don’t know, too big for Hawkins,” he says with an awed tone. Eddie’s throat feels dry, he skips the next bite of pie, giving it back to Steve. “Like you should be somewhere with people as loud and talented and great as you.”

Eddie swallows thickly. His eyes haven’t left Steve’s face, but Steve isn’t looking at him, instead he’s staring ahead at Hawkins or maybe like he’s trying to see even further than that. Eddie’s glad he’s not looking at him, he doesn’t even know what his face is doing right now, listening to Steve talk about him like that, there’s probably hearts in his eyes or something.

“I- I’ve always wanted to go to New York,” Eddie says to break the silence. Steve hums like he thinks it’s a good idea. “What about you, Steve? Do you think about leaving?”

“Sometimes. I- I’ve actually been saving up money to go to college. Nothing prestigious like Nance or Robin, just community college maybe.”

“That’s great, Steve,” Eddie says.

“But I don’t think I can leave until I know it’s over, you know? The Upside Down, especially if the kids are still going to be here.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that. Kinda makes you want to steal another RV, pack them all up and leave Hawkins for good.”

Steve meets his eyes finally. He smiles. “Yeah, exactly.”

“I think we could do it,” Eddie says, entertaining the thought for a moment. 

“You don’t think we’d end up in jail? For grand theft auto and kidnapping children?”

“Shh, let a guy dream, Harrington.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, holding up his hands in defense. “You know I haven’t told anyone about saving up for college. Just you.”

“Not even Buckley?”

Steve shakes his head. “I already failed once trying to get in. I don’t want anyone to know that I’ve failed again. I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

Eddie thinks about what Steve said when they got here, about the fight with his parents, about them calling Steve a disappointment. “You could never disappoint me. Or Buckley or the kids. We all worship the ground you walk on, King Steve.”

“Shut up,” Steve says with a lighthearted shove to Eddie’s shoulder. “You don’t.”

“We do! Because we know just how good and badass you are, and whoever can’t see that is a butthead.”

“Are you calling my parents buttheads?” Steve asks with a barely concealed snort. 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing!” He puts his hands around his mouth and yells. “The Harringtons are buttheads!”

Steve breaks into giggles, falling back against the blanket, squirming with laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” Eddie says without thinking, and watches as something flashes across Steve’s face.

Before he can backtrack or brush it off as a joke, Steve sits up again, his jaw set with determination. 

“The fight with my parents was because of you,” he says. And okay, that’s not what Eddie was expecting. 

“Me?”

“They came home just as I was packing this up.” He gestures at the picnic basket. “I didn’t hear them come in until they came into the kitchen. They thought I was doing all of this for a girl so they started going off about me wasting my life and everything that they worked so hard to give me just to go on dates and work at a goddamn video store. They told me that it didn’t matter how much I tried, this girl was going to realize I was a failure and leave me. I don’t know what made me more angry- what they were saying about me or that they were talking about you like they knew you.” Steve pauses and takes a deep breath. “So I snapped and I told them I wasn’t packing all of that for a girl, that I was doing it for you. A guy. And that you would never leave me because I work at a video store or because our dates consist of grilled cheese sandwiches and roller skating and babysitting kids. And I guess that was a little presumptuous of me since we never really agreed that these were dates and I don’t even know if you-”

“Yes,” Eddie says when he finally finds his voice. He lost it somewhere around Steve calling this, and all the things they’ve been doing together for weeks, dates.

Steve blinks, his lips press together like he’s trying to stop himself from smiling, from getting ahead of himself. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “What were you going to say?”

“That I don’t even know if you feel the same way I feel for you.”

“Yes.” Eddie repeats. “Holy fuck, Steve, yes I do.”

Steve stops trying to hide his smile. He beams at Eddie. “Yeah? You’re crazy about me too?”

Eddie whines low in his throat. “Steve.”

Steve pushes himself to his knees and then he closes the distance between them by crawling towards Eddie. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

“You can’t stop thinking about me and you want to listen to me talk all day about nerdy shit too?” Steve asks, crowding against Eddie until he has no choice but to lean back until he’s lying down on the blanket and Steve is hovering over him. 

“Sports shit but yeah, yes.”

Steve leans down until his lips are right next to Eddie’s ear. “You want to kiss me too?” Eddie shivers, and this time, it’s not because of the cold. He’s never felt warmer in his entire life. 

“Yes,” he says. “Please, Steve.”

Steve closes the distance between them and crashes his lips against Eddie’s, kissing him hard and desperately, drawing a whimper out of him. Eddie kisses back with just as much enthusiasm, his hands coming up to grip Steve’s waist, his shoulders, his arms. 

His freezing arms. 

“Christ, Steve!”

“What? What?” Steve asks, pulling back just enough so that Eddie can see his face- flushed with parted, swollen lips and blown pupils. 

And oh. Yeah. Eddie needs to see Steve looking like this again soon. Preferably when he’s not freezing to death. 

“You’re freezing, man. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was a little busy,” Steve smirks. 

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m giving you your jacket back,” he says, squirming as he tries to shrug off the jacket with Steve still on top of him. 

“No, Eds-” 

“Then we’re going to the car.”

“But I can’t kiss you like this in the car,” Steve pouts and the sight of a pouty Steve because he wants to straddle Eddie and kiss him stupid shouldn’t make him consider staying out here in the cold, but it does. Just for a moment. 

“You can, if we climb in the backseat, baby,” Eddie says with a sly grin. 

Steve’s eyes widen, his eyes flick to the car and then to Eddie’s lips and Eddie sees the moment he makes a decision. “Yeah, okay. Maybe I am a little cold. Let’s go.”

They pick up the trash and the blanket in record time, even while stealing short, giggly kisses. 

“I can’t believe we’ve been on so many dates and you haven’t even asked me out once!” Eddie says, balling up the tin foil paper and throwing it at Steve’s face. He throws his head back with a groan. “I can’t believe Max was right!” 

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You talk to Max about me? Your fifteen-year-old neighbor?” 

Eddie arches an eyebrow right back. “Oh, so you don’t talk to Dustin, your fifteen-year-old best friend about me?” 

“Of course I do,” Steve sniggers. “He’s the one who told me you can’t roller skate to save your life.”

“Then why did you take me to the roller rink?” Eddie asks with an undignified squeak, feeling the phantom pain of his many falls.

“So I could do this-” Steve takes hold of Eddie’s hands, tangling their fingers together, “-all night.” 

Eddie flushes, looking down at their hands with a smile. “That was a good plan, I’ll give you that.” 

He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. “I have more where that came from.” 

The touch makes Eddie’s insides flutter, he pulls a strand of hair across his face with his free hand, but Steve can probably still see his red cheeks. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He crowds against Eddie until his back hits the car, pinning him against it. “And I can show you. If you agree to go on a date with me.” Steve’s free hand plays with the lapel of his jacket on Eddie. “Officially, I mean.” 

Eddie grins. “I thought you’d never ask,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. 

Then he’s dragging him into the backseat, and for the rest of the night, neither of them feels cold again.

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

PART FIVE

Ot8 x reader

Word Count: 812

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! Does have age regression themes so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read <3 also this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

Days passed and everytime you hung out with them, they seemed more affectionate than usual.

“Is something going on?” You asked suddenly after Seungmin wrapped a fluffy blanket around you the second you sat down on the couch.

The guys look at eachother as if silently communicating then Seungmin chuckles a bit and playfully scoffs. “There is nothing going on,” he says, not being able to make up an excuse otherwise.

You look at Seungmin curiously, not believing him for a second. “All of you have me basically catering to my every need for days now.”

“Oh please, you’re just delusional,” Seungmin tries to play it off, crossing his arms over his chest.

Looking at the guys again, you notice Felix avoiding eye contact. You look at him for a few more seconds before trying to get information from him, knowing he would most likely be the person to tell you the truth. “Lixie? Is there something that y’all aren’t telling me?”

Before Felix can open his mouth, Changbin speaks. “Oh I can’t take it anymore. This is eating me alive!” He says dramatically, before turning to you “We know about your age regression.”

Your face drops in shock with his sudden outburst, hearing Han, Seungmin, Hyunjin and Chris give Changbin a collective “really dude”.

“How…” seems to be the only thing you could say, your eyes looking between each of the guys.

Chris clears his throat before explaining quietly as if he is scared for the outcome of his sentence, “the other night… the night you wanted to leave suddenly… you showed signs of being a little…” He trails off, looking at you genuinely.

“Before you say anything or try to deny it, we think it’s cute.” Hyunjin says quickly, his eyes wide to try and get his point across.

Felix looks at Hyunjin and chuckles, “Hyung, if you keep looking at her like that, you’ll probably freak her out.” He says, trying to lighten the situation, causing a few of the guys to chuckle.

“I-I just… how do you guys know what that is? Or how to look for signs of it?” You ask, curious how they all caught on.

“The old guy knows about it… but don’t ask him how because it’s the most depressing story you’ll ever hear!” Seungmin explains, causing Chris to playfully shove him, saying a quick “it’s not depressing… and im not old!”

You look at Chris, as if observing him. A part of you always seen Chris as some type of caregiver, but now you don’t know if he knows about it in that sense or if he is possibly a little himself. “I want to know the story…” You blurt out, wanting to know the explanation which causes seungmin to playfully groan.

So Chris explains, and your eyes soften as he does. “You were a caregiver to littles online who didn’t have one because you always wanted to be a caregiver?” You ask softly, causing Seungmin to say “See! Depressing!”

“After Hyung told us about how he suspected you as a little, we wanted to learn how to be a caregiver,” Minho speaks up, his eyes looking at you softly. “We wanted you to feel comfortable around us enough so if you ever wanted or needed to regress… you can.”

This explanation makes you tear up. Knowing the guys went out their way to want to learn how to properly be a caregiver… no one has ever done that before. “You wanted to do that… for me?” You ask, your voice just above a whisper.

“We would move mountains for you, Sunbeam, if it meant seeing you carefree and happy.” Felix reassured you, smiling gently.

The petname made you blush, your cheeks now covered a pinkish red. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you guys.”

“Okay, back up!” Han says, standing up from the couch. “Why hasn’t anyone informed me of this information?!?! Where was I when all of you had this important discussion of our princess?” He expresses playfully, though he is very serious.

The guys looks at one another, forgetting to tell Han any of this. “In our defense, you were sleeping next to her when we talked about it!” Jeongin informs, raising his hands up defensively.

“Wait, Hannie, you didn’t know? Then why were you so affectiante with me as well?” You ask curiously.

Han’s mouth pratcially drops in shock, “I am always affectionate with you!” He says in a desperate voice. “You’re my whole world, I always treat you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world!”

“Okay, yeah you make a good point.” I say, chuckling a bit.

Changbin stands up and goes to crouch infront of you, looking up at you. “Since the cat is now out the bag… maybe now you can help us know how to properly take care of you.”

TAGLIST: @puppyminnnie

[stervrucht]

Proximity - Part 8

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cw: sexual content

“They think I’m doing drugs.”

Steve's voice sounds soft and distorted by the electric sound of the telephone.

It’s late at night. Eddie should be sleeping already if he wants to get anywhere near the recommended hours of sleep. Tomorrow is another early morning; a day filled with heavy lifting. Only Steve can’t call unless his parents are asleep and he hasn’t been over in a few days because his dad wants him home for the nights. 

Now Eddie knows why.

“Drugs?” Eddie echoes.

“My neighbor, Mrs. Sanders, saw you at the house a couple of times. Guess she told my parents about some weird dude’s nightly visits.”

Eddie tightens his grip on the phone. It bothers him—bothers him a lot—but he doesn’t want to let Steve know. It’s one of the few moments they have during the week and he won’t let the words poison him. Instead, he does his best to make his voice sound light.

“You picking a fight, Harrington?” Eddie quips. On the other side of the line, Steve chuckles and Eddie feels the tension melt away.

“Depends.”

“Depends?”

“On what I get when I inevitably win.” 

Eddie is grinning into the phone. Grinning so broadly it hurts his cheeks. He thinks that maybe he kinda loves Steve. Just a little.

“You are very confident for a guy who is known to lose fights.”

On the other side, he hears Steve let out a soft gasp. “That little traitor.”

Eddie laughs. “Trust me, Dustin sings your praises like a fucking bard.” 

“He better or it will be back to biking for him.”

For a moment it’s quiet on the other line and Eddie had almost forgotten why Steve called him in the first place.

“So I guess there’s no more sleepovers, huh?”

“Eh, depends. I’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking out over the years.”

“Just gotta make sure we get you back in time, right, Cinderella?”

“Or I let down my long, long hair and sneak you in.”  

Well, that just sounds like music to his ears. The thought of breaking the rules with Steve sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“Surprisingly fitting for someone known as ‘the hair’.”

Steve laughs and even through the phone’s distortion, the sounds fills him with delight.

“You should get some rest. Don’t want you in zombie-mode tomorrow,” Steve says, then follows up in a far more gentle tone, “Good night, Eddie.”

“Rest well, princess .” Eddie hears Steve snort and then the beep on the other line indicates Steve has hung up. Eddie places the phone back in its socket on the wall and looks around the trailer. 

Tomorrow he’ll be tired as shit, but hearing Steve’s voice was worth it. He walks back to his room, still smiling to himself as he lets himself fall back on his bed. The objects on Steve’s shelf sit unmoved and Eddie sighs as he moves to turn the lights off. 

Just as things were looking up, Steve’s dad had to come in and ruin it.

Eddie’s bed isn’t particularly large, but all by himself it feels bigger than ever. He rolls over to his chest and pulls his pillow close.

When he buries his face in it, it still smells like Steve.

It’s Friday, nearly 11 PM when Eddie drives up to Family Video. It’s raining and the puddles outside shine red with the reflected neon light of the store sign. His guitar lies in its case in the back—coming back from another rehearsal—and he’s a little high on the excitement of the night; a little drunk on Gareth’s unyielding optimism.

The electric shrieking of a guitar dies down from his radio as Eddie kills the engine, and suddenly the van is cast into silence. When he jumps out of the van, his boots land heavily into a puddle and he feels water soak his socks.

Gross.

Eddie pushes his way through the doors and is greeted by the familiar jingle. Robin looks up from behind the counter while she’s helping a customer. It’s one of the few people still lingering in the store this close to closing time. 

She gives him a little nod and Eddie makes his way into the store. He mulls about, browsing some of the new arrivals while he waits for Robin to finish up. Once the customer has left, he wanders over to the counter and throws himself on top of it with outstretched arms.

“Robin,” he wines. “Why do they make you work on movie night.”

Robin opens the register and pulls the drawer out. The jingle of coins hitting plastic sounds loud amidst the quiet of the empty store. 

“Technically, every night here is movie night,” Robin says.

Eddie groans in response. “You know what I mean.”

“I take it you’re here for your boyfriend?” 

Eddie cringes.

“He’s not my—” the words die on Eddie’s tongue, killed by Robin’s piercing stare, “Just…don’t say that to his face…lest you wish the king’s wrath befalls you,” he finishes dramatically.

“I think the king,” Robin pauses and looks towards the backroom, “Could use some exposure therapy.”

She clicks her tongue, eying the store entrance. “Will you get the sign? I’ll go get him for you.”

Eddie turns towards the door and flips the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. Behind him, he hears a ruckus stirring until Steve’s voice transitions from muffled complaints to perfectly clear objections. 

Eddie turns around just in time to see the door close behind Steve’s back. 

“For fuck’s sake, Rob, I was working on that.” Steve sighs before looking up and when his eyes meet Eddie’s a shy smile appears on his face.

“Hey, stranger.” Eddie smiles at him. 

The last few days have been hard. He didn’t know it was possible to miss someone so quickly—to have the feeling be so immediate. And yet, he finds Steve’s absence in every corner of his house — the untouched shelf, the extra toothbrush in his bathroom.

The single mug of coffee he makes in the mornings these days.

Eddie hadn’t realized how gradually their lives had intertwined over the past few months. It happened so seamlessly that Steve’s presence had become the default and his absence a deviation.

Steve smiles back but doesn’t say anything. Instead, Eddie watches as Steve disappears behind the counter, only to pop back up with an arm full of VHS cases. 

“Here,” he says as he shoves a pile in Eddie’s direction, “Help me put them away.”

Eddie takes it, almost drops it in the process, and stares at Steve. “I have a feeling you’re abusing your powers here.”

“I know nothing of these powers you speak of.” Steve shoots him a cheeky smile and walks to one of the shelves. 

They stock the shelves in silence and Eddie thinks it may be the highlight of his day, as stupid as that sounds. 

He is working for free after all. 

Behind him, Eddie hears Steve’s soft breathing over the hum of TL light, backed by the quiet patter of rain against glass, and the sound of plastic cases being put back into place. Squatted between the shelves they’re hidden from the street and Eddie thinks he might risk it, with the store being closed and Robin tallying the register in the back. His heart is beating fast with anticipation, and it feels forbidden, part of it, because this isn’t the privacy of their homes.

Eddie lets himself fall back onto the floor, making a soft thud as he shoves himself into the shelf, beside Steve. He’s close enough that his thigh is touching the rubber of Steve’s sole.

Eddie leans his head back against the shelf as he watches Steve work. “You’re doing that wrong.” Steve looks over and gives Eddie a questioning look. And that’s when Eddie moves. He tugs Steve gently by the back of his neck, pulling him closer until he can kiss him. Pulls until he feels Steve transition from rigid surprise into soft acceptance as his lips move in response. 

It’s gentle and unhurried, and in this moment Eddie thinks Steve may love him too. 

“Oh my god.” 

Eddie pulls away as if burned, only to see Robin towering over them at the side of the shelves. Steve’s cheeks are flushed as he focuses on restocking once again, pretending that nothing happened.

She smiles, a little bit too happy—a little bit too cheeky. “Hurry up, yeah? I want to go home.” And then, before she turns around to leave. “I’m watching you, Munson.”

Eddie can feel the glee radiate off her and when he catches her gaze from behind the counter. 

She looks almost proud.

It feels like the stuff of movies, Eddie thinks as he stands beneath Steve’s window.

Eddie parked his van a couple of streets away, just outside the fancy part of the neighborhood to avoid having the cops called on him. It took him a good five minutes to reach the Harrington Residence by foot, but when he got there, Steve’s window was open, just as they discussed on the phone. 

It’s late. The light of day is only an indigo echo against the blackness of the night sky. Steve worked late and Eddie started early. And that seems to be the way things are these days.

He hates how their schedules conflict now. It makes him ache for the days when free time seemed abundant; when he could hang out at Family Video during the day while Robin and Steve worked.

The urge to run away is increasingly hard to suppress and he wonders what Steve would say. If he’d join him in his madness.

Eddie looks at the gentle pouring of light from Steve’s room.

It feels kinda thrilling — a little dumb too — to be sneaking into someone’s room at twenty-one. On the bright side, that’s one high school cliché he can cross off the list, even if it’s a little late. 

Eddie grabs the drainpipe and gives it an experimental shake. It seems sturdy enough. And it’s one thing that Eddie is actually good at—climbing. 

He may not be the best at basketball, but he can run just fine and he can climb, and roll, and jump. Back in high school, whenever he was dealing at the occasional house party, he had his fair share of close calls when running from the cops. Some of which definitely included a little climbing every now and then. 

Eddie hoists himself up on the drainpipe and is pleasantly surprised by the ease with which he does so. Seems like construction work, despite being generally horrible, has some perks after all. It doesn’t hurt that Steve seems to like the added definition Eddie has gained.

Once he pulls himself onto the roof, he can walk the last part to Steve’s window. He takes care, walking slowly and placing his feet thoughtfully so as not to create a sound. He cringes when he hears the room creak under his boot, waits a second to gauge a reaction, and when none comes, continues.

When he reaches the window he finds Steve lounging on his bed, messing around with a sketchbook in his lap. He’s wearing sweatpants and a simple T-shirt and seems deeply focused as he draws illuminated in the warm hue of a lamp on his desk. 

Eddie stares a moment, watching the tranquility on Steve’s face, and feels a fondness settle in his heart. 

“I’m kinda missing that hair you promised,” Eddie says as he rests his head on crossed arms on the window sill. Steve jumps up, visibly surprised, and quickly makes his way over to the window.  

“Tone down on the volume. My parents are at the end of the hall,” Steve whispers as he shoves the window open a little further. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie slips his legs through and quietly — as quietly as he can manage — lands with his heavy boots on the carpeted floor of Steve’s room. 

Steve cringes at the sound and looks towards his bedroom door. Eddie follows his gaze.

“I don’t suppose you can lock that?”

“My parents don’t believe in privacy. It comes with some trauma, believe me.”

Eddie raises an amused eyebrow. “Daddy caught you choking the chicken, slapping the ol’ salami, stroking the one-eyed sn—”

Steve slaps a hand over Eddie’s mouth, his eyes wide. “Oh my god, will you stop it,” he hisses.

Eddie just laughs and licks a wet stripe over the inside of Steve’s hand. Steve pulls his hand away, grimacing.

“Dude.” Steve rubs his hand on his sweatpants. “But no, it was my mom. More than once, unfortunately. I’m pretty sure she’s equally traumatized.”

“But not enough to get you a lock.”

“Apparently not.”

Eddie feels something brewing in his gut. An irrepressible need for some mischief; to tease Steve a little.

“It’s kinda exciting too right? The possibility of being caught?” Eddie takes a step towards Steve, walking him back until the back of his calves hits the bed.

Steve’s eyes widen slightly, a flush creeping up his neck. “Really? That’s your takeaway?”

“What? Like this isn’t a booty call?” Eddie pushes Steve back until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, then moves the straddle him, placing himself heavy on Steve’s thighs. His hand finds the curve of Steve’s neck, thumbing at his jawbone and ghosting his lips there. 

Steve rests his hands on Eddie’s hips, fingers playing absent-mindedly with the hem of his shirt. He looks back to the door again, brows furrowed as he seems to think. 

“We have to be quiet,” he whispers finally, turning his head back to Eddie. His lips are so close that Eddie can almost taste the words; feels them prickle on his skin with heat and intention.

“Then you better be quiet.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but it’s reduced to a quiet groan as Eddie softly moves his lips over Steve’s.

He pulls back abruptly and Steve whines in response. “Hold on, I got you something.”

Steve eyes him curiously while Eddie digs through his pocket. When he feels his fingers hit soft plastic, he wraps his hand around it and pulls it out. He holds it out in front of Steve’s face and smiles broadly.

“A joint?” Steve looks at the baggy with a frown.

“I can’t stand having you falsely accused.” 

“And your solution is to have me rightly accused?”

“Exactly!”

Steve slaps a hand over Eddie’s mouth, making a shushing sound. This time, Eddie pulls it away gently and holds the hand, intertwining their fingers. He leans in, speaking his words against Steve’s lips. 

“What do you say?”

“I say,” Steve breathes, “You’re every bit the bad influence Mrs. Sanders thinks you are.”

Eddie leans forward, briefly capturing Steve’s lip before pulling back. Steve chases them and Eddie feels a flutter in his chest at the movement. “Let’s get on the roof. This stuff kinda reeks.”

Eddie steps away from Steve, pulling him up to his feet by their intertwined hands, and guides him to the window. Eddie climbs through first, followed by Steve whose exit is smooth and quick, painted by experience, and Eddie wonders how often Steve has sneaked out and why. It’s probably girls, and it stirs something ugly in his gut.

Jealousy , he thinks. 

Eddie isn’t stupid, he’s heard the rumors. He knows Steve has been around and it makes him a little insecure. He doesn’t mind it, not really. He’s hardly set on that purity bullshit. It’s just that Eddie hasn’t had much experience.

Eddie sits down on the roof and waits for Steve to join him. He puts the joint between his lips and strikes his zippo — one, two, three times — to light it. He takes a few short drags to let it truly catch and when it does finally inhales fully before handing the joint to Steve.

The scent drifts around them, up into the cloudless sky. Before them the pool glows blue and the trees outside the garden are little more than black smudges against the midnight sky. 

“It’s been some time since I’ve done this,” Steve says as he shifts a little closer to Eddie’s side. They’re as close as they can get, side to side, and Eddie slides his arm behind Steve to try and keep him a little warmer in the night’s chill.  

Steve takes a tentative pull, and breathes it in, not too deep, before releasing the smoke from his lips with his head tilted towards the sky. 

They sit in silence and smoke until the joint is halfway gone. Eddie stubs it, saves it for later, as he leans back as well. It’s a clear night and stars dot the sky more brightly than he’s ever appreciated in Hawkins. 

“When did you know you liked me?” Steve asks from his side. His voice sounds a little slow.

“Bold of you to assume I do.” Eddie stares straight ahead, keeping his face as neutral as he can manage. 

“Oh, shut up.” 

Steve playfully slaps at his arm and Eddie breaks, a grin growing on his face. “Fine, guess I will—shut up that is.”

“No, tell me,” Steve whines. 

And Eddie feels like he can’t refuse Steve anything. He’d probably set the world on fire for this guy if only to keep him warm.

“Alright, alright,” he relents, “It was probably somewhere after you started dating that girl.”

Eddie doesn’t know why but he feels himself grow nervous. His hands are itching for something to do and he briefly considers lighting the joint again. It’s too soon. Instead, he twists at his rings — the skull one on his ring finger — with his thumb as he waits for Steve’s response.

“What? Jennifer?” Steve frowns.

“Right. That’s the one.”

For a moment, Steve is silent. Eddie can hear his lips move as if he’s silently speaking to himself, and then he does. 

“Can I tell you something? Promise not to laugh.”

“Cross my heart.” Eddie lays a hand over his chest.

“I think I only started dating her because I was confused.”

Steve’s voice sounds fragile and from the corner of his eyes, Eddie can see Steve looking at him—gauging his reaction. But that can’t be right, because Steve always seems so confident. So unapologetically affectionate and intimate that it makes Eddie’s head spin. Now Steve looks vulnerable.

“Confused?” Eddie echoes.

Steve is playing with the hem of his shirt. Folding it over and back again between his fingers. 

“About my feelings….for you.” Steve looks away. He’s blushing. Eddie is making him blush . 

It’s the first time it really hits him, that maybe he affects Steve just as much as Steve does him. That maybe all that time he anguished over Steve’s confusing behavior, Steve actually was confused himself.

That maybe there was little to rationalize. 

“Pray the gay away, huh?” Eddie feels the words slip his mouth, and they feel more mean than he intended them to.

“I’m not—” Steve cuts himself off, “Anyway, yeah, that’s why it didn’t work out. She caught on pretty quickly that something wasn’t right.”

It stings because he knows what Steve was going to say. And perhaps he just needs more time, who can say? Eddie tries not to show the hurt on his face. Instead, he focuses on whatever Steve is willing to give him. And it’s a lot, isn’t it? More than he ever expected. More than he dared to dream.

“You tried to get her back anyway?”

“I don’t know. I was a mess. I just wanted to get out; wanted you there with me I guess.” Steve still isn’t looking at him; still fidgeting with his shirt.

“You know, that night I thought you were going to kiss me.” Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle.

Steve is silent for a moment.

“I thought so too,” he admits. It surprises Eddie—Steve’s frankness. Back then, he figured he had gotten it all wrong. That it only looked that way. Never did he dream it might actually be—

“You’re a confusing guy, you know that?” he tells Steve.

“Like you aren’t.” Steve sends him a little smile to soften his words and Eddie can’t help but smile back. 

They really are a bunch of idiots.

“Look, since we’re on the honesty train here, I’ll tell you something too.” Eddie starts. He fidgets with his ring, fixing his gaze back on the pool. He imagines its depths and from up here on the roof, it looks nearly bottomless — a blue void, or a portal to another realm. 

“In the beginning, I was just— fucking around with you I guess? Testing your limits, pushing your buttons. Trying to get a rise out of the great King Steve. You were a total buzz kill by the way.”

Steve frowns. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is,” Eddie turns to face Steve—really face him as he shifts his arm from behind Steve, moving it lower to steady himself. Steve looks back, brown eyes searching his face. “I was getting close to you, like, physically close, only to push you away. But you, Mr. Harrington, are impossible to spook. And at some point, I began to like it. The way you would stand so close to me; touch me so casually. I guess I’ve never really had that. Never allowed anyone to. You totally broke me.”

“In a good way?” Steve eyes him questioningly, his gaze a little troubled.

“Definitely a good way. Like a piñata. Cracked me open and I’m full of candy.” Eddie lets himself fall back on the roof with spread arms behind his head.

“You are so weird,” Steve chuckles, then continues, “I bet you taste like candy too.”

Steve leans over then, capturing Eddie’s lips without hesitation. A small, more sensible part of his brain tells him that it’s kinda fucking dangerous to get frisky on a roof, even if it isn’t that sloped. But Steve’s tongue is like a dagger and Eddie’s sensibilities susceptible to piercing damage.

He allows himself to be pushed back; to have Steve press his weight into Eddie while he works his mouth. Steve cradles his jaw and wills his lips to part. Steve’s tongue slides hot against his own and Eddie lets out a small desperate sound as Steve’s other hand makes its way down until he finds the hem of his shirt. He moves over his skin, fingers leaving behind a trail of electricity as they feel and explore. 

It’s overwhelming, maybe more so than before. 

Eddie digs his hands in the back of Steve’s shirt, pulling the fabric taut until there is no more give. He aches for Steve, aches for his touch—everywhere. 

Steve breaks the kiss, moving his lips down until they find the crook of Eddie’s neck, and kisses him there. Sucks and bites in a way that gives him goosebumps all over.

“Do you think Mrs. Sanders is watching?” Eddie breathes in Steve’s ear. 

“So what if she is?” Steve rolls his hips and it sends a shockwave through Eddie. Makes him tingle all the way from his head to his toes.

“Then we better give her a sho—” Eddie’s words are interrupted by another roll of Steve’s hips and he feels himself gasp, fingers digging harder into Steve’s back, pulling at the fabric until Steve’s back is exposed to the world. 

He needs to feel Steve. Needs to be skin to skin as he pulls at Steve’s shirt—pulls it over his head until it comes off and Steve is looking down on him. But Eddie’s clothes aren’t that easy. He swears at himself. At his stupid choice of wardrobe—shirt and jacket over jacket.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Eddie feels slightly out of breath. Steve nods. 

Eddie removes his jacket and shirt with a haste he has never known in his life. Removes his pants for good measure, just like Steve, until they’re both naked.

When Steve pushes him back on his bed, it feels familiar against his back. He is reminded of the first time he slept here, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Only now the ceiling is concealed by Steve’s hovering form. And instead of nervous awkwardness, he feels a sense of giddy anticipation when Steve’s lips find his. 

He doesn’t try to think of the lockless door. Doesn’t try to, but somehow finds a renewed sense of danger and excitement in the idea.

He moves with Steve, parts his legs, and allows Steve to settle between them. To set a rhythm as he moves above him. And it feels good—so good—the slide of Steve’s dick against his own. Steve moves from his lips, down to the column of his throat, and then keeps moving, placing small kisses and sucking at the skin of Eddie’s chest without losing his rhythm.

Down—down.

Eddie’s heart is hammering in his chest with every kiss, every lick, and he doesn’t expect it when he feels a hand wrap itself around his dick. 

When he moves his head to look down, he sees Steve’s mouth ghosting over his cock. The sight alone nearly tips him over and that’s all the warning he gets before Steve runs his tongue, base to lip over the length of it. 

It’s so intense, so overwhelming that Eddie throws his head back into Steve’s pillow and he bite his knuckle to still the sounds begging to escape him. 

Steve takes it as encouragement, taking him in as far as he can, guided by his hand, and Eddie loses all sensible thought. It’s just him and Steve and the overwhelming sensation of Steve working him, sucking him in like he’s made for it. He whispers Steve’s name like a chant. Tries to keep his voice down as he moans softly in tune with Steve’s movements. His hands grip uselessly at the bedding as he moves with it, feels his hips dying to buck under the sensation, only to be kept down by Steve’s insistent hand. 

He’s good at it, so good. And it doesn’t take long for Eddie to feel that familiar heat bubble in his gut. 

“Steve,” he whispers uselessly, his hand moving towards Steve’s hair, burying it there. “Steve I’m close,” he crooks out.

Steve pulls back then, lips pink and plump from the abuse. He moves his thighs underneath Eddie’s until their cocks line up and then grabs hold of them together, leaning forwards on one hand next to Eddie’s head and kisses him again. 

And it’s too much—too much when Steve’s hand starts moving. When Eddie can taste himself on Steve’s tongue that licks itself into his mouth. It’s all it takes. Eddie drags his nails over Steve’s back, and Steve groans into his mouth as Eddie feels his hot release fall between them on his stomach. Pleasure is ripping through him—ripping him apart as Steve works him through it — swallowing every sob, every whimper. It doesn’t take long for Steve to get there too and he buries his sounds in Eddie’s neck as he adds to the mess on his stomach. 

Steve lets himself fall next to Eddie, catching his breath for a moment before leaning over again, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, then below his eye, and finally, his lips, lingering there for a sweet moment before getting up and fetching some tissues. 

Steve makes a show of cleaning him up. Does so gently and quietly, before moving back into the bed next to Eddie, one leg draped over his body as he buries his face into his pillow.

They lie there for a moment, and Eddie feels exhaustion overcome him.

“Steve,” Eddie whispers. Steve lets out a soft groan in return. Eddie turns to his side and tries again. “Steve.”

This time Steve turns his head with eyes still closed. “Hm?”

“I think I should go,” he whispers into Steve’s hair. Steve groans again, and it sounds like objection.

“Stay,” Steve whines softly. And Eddie wishes he could as he pries himself away. As much as he would love to, it wouldn’t be wise. Nothing about tonight was wise—as much as it was fun.

They shouldn’t tempt fate. 

Steve remains unmoved on the bed, opening a lazy eye as he watches Eddie dress. Once Eddie is fully dressed, he leans over to Steve, placing another kiss into his hair.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says before climbing his way out of the window. Steve doesn’t respond, and Eddie smiles to himself as he softly closes it behind him.

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[wolfpawzjakey]

Jason biting Percy and simultaneously showing possessiveness and tenderness.

what do you think? I really like your thoughts :)

in my opinion this is a really tasty concept, - Jason wolf possessive, but he is gentle and affectionate.

AAAA I love wolfy behavior Jason. Him nipping at Percy at first results in a not so friendly response because, Jason has always been used to nipping his wolf companions and he was used to nipping a little too hard for human standards plus like Percy swore they were just having a great guy and honestly whenever he gets bitten it’s always during a fight. So he’s just like “what the fuck dude?” and Jason is just like “oh fuck that’s right, people don’t usually do that” and he gets all flustered being like “it’s something I did while I was being raised by the wolves, it was a sign that we cared for each other, blah blah blah” and Percy was like “oh.” (also a bit flustered now” and he just is like “just,,, be gentler next time yeah?” And Jason is just so bright after. And there are next times, idk if this idea you have is like pre or current relationship between them so I’ll indulge both sides.

Pre relationship, the two are their usual goofy selves and they’re like “haha, yup just two guys who are buddy’s and one of them casually and gently bites and rubs cheeks with the other who just takes it and no, of course Percy isn’t blushing what’s there to blush for, just a little nonverbal bro communication”. And they linger in this routine for a while, but like, despite being two of the most accredited fighters in their lives, who have done some of the most dangerous and ballsy things, they’re too damn oblivious of each others feelings because they’re too busy focused on how entirely unlikely that it would be for the other to feel the same as them. (Like, once again, pointing to canon, how long did it take for Perce and Beth to get together???) Anyway, one day, on a decently relaxed and not super event filled day, which kinda is rare for the two, they’re just existing in each others space, idk maybe in a cabin or somewhere less involved with other campers, Jason just leans into Percy and bumps his nose into Percy’s cheek, leaving a few soft bites on his jaw or cheeks before rubbing their cheeks together and just resting there and Percy explodes like “dude, I don’t think we can keep doing this” and Jason is kinda startled because it’s been a thing for them for like months and now they might have to stop? Did Percy start to get weirded out? Did he do it too often? And Percy’s just like “dude, don’t think too much but I just can’t keep doing this if you don’t feel the same way I do.” And Jason is like “the… way you do??” And Percy just exhaustedly explains and confesses and Jason is just like red as fuck and like “you’ve got feelings for me too?” And Percy just goes “TOO?”

So safe to say they begin to date and everyone’s reaction is relief, like “IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!”

Percy and Jason in current relationship standings with this wolfy like behavior are just disgustingly affectionate. They’re pretty chill most of the time, but what used to be like momentary bursts of this hyper-affectionate thing they used to do is now more, Jason’s nuzzling and little nips to the face area now turn into mega pda moments that have their friend fake gagging, other campers are not excluded. Aphrodite cabin are their fan club tho.

You mentioned Jason doing this not only in an affectionate and tender way, but also protective. So obviously, Jason has a streak of jealousy. Nothing weird and overbearing just possessive sometimes, like, this guys mine, don’t touch don’t get too close in that way. And he successfully keeps people from romantically approaching Percy. I like to think all the campers after apprehensive of others too, so when they meet new people, Jason gets into this protective mood too, surrounding Percy as much as possible and trying to be the big scary guy he is, when people think they could romance Percy, he gets a bit bitey too and wards them off. Percy could definitely get them to back off himself, but he’s well content with being protected for once, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be, it’s just sweet to him.

Maybe the younger campers have a joke about Jason being the big bad wolf around Percy with strangers or potential romancers, because he’s huge ofc, and they know he’s scary, but when it’s just the two of them or their friend group, he’s the hugest puppy for Percy.

Not to mention, Percy defo has a thing for the wolfy tendencies his boyfriend has too, especially when Jason gets protective and possessive.

Big protective guard dog to someone who doesn’t need protection but takes it anyway is such a sweet thing to me. Like, take this! Devotion to the extreme!!

Anyway, I rambled here, but I hope it was a fun ramble. Love me some wolf behavior Jason, like extremely love it. Need more Jason being very wolfy tho, not just like the surface level stuff, but also the more animalistic stuff, especially in battle. Such a thing I love.

Thank you for this ask :3

[ambrosalovesyou]

Just a thought (I am not confident enough w my writing to write this out like as a whole fanfic so…)

- imagine you are a siren, and you work under Azul as a sort of trap for the boys of NRC so that Azul can get more contracts.

- as a siren, you’re naturally alluring, and you amped it up considerably ever since you signed a contract w Azul. You get paid by the amount of people who pay him / sign a contract with him.

- let’s say the way this works is generally simple: you find a man, your target, and flirt with him. Your melodic voice lured him in, and your touches were so fleeting to him. You tell him you love a man who is open about his feelings, so he tells you about his sorrows. You tell him that Azul can fix these problems. (Or, if you’re really cold, you tell him that you can’t be with him because he isn’t pretty enough, causing him to go to Azul to fix that).

- No matter the method, you are very good at luring them in. All for the expense of your love and affections, or that they genuinely believe that Azul can help them because why would someone as beautiful and sweet as you lie to him?

- When the day is done, you make a trip to Azul’s office and collect your payment. You’re so valuable that weekly or monthly paychecks aren’t enough - you’re an expensive siren, and you need the best to keep up your appearance!

- Of course, Azul obliges. Ever since you showed up, business has been booming! You kiss him on the cheek everytime, you were a sort of dog on a leash for him. (And honestly you didn’t really mind, the idea of you with a chain around your neck with Azul holding the other end and smirking down at you is pleasant imagery. You’re a siren! You’re born to be promiscuous!)

- You were easy to maintain compared to the twins, you found it fun to trick people, to see men grovel and weep for you, about their issues, and for them to inevitably not fulfil their contracts and have to work for Azul for however long.

- However, Azul was… changing. He’s been giving you some excuses for you to see him whenever possible, he believed that maybe if you saw him more in his office, you’d leave him with a new kiss mark each time. But no - you’d only ever do it if you’re collecting your paycheck.

- sometimes he would ramble about his business and you’d go “aw, wow, I’m happy for you! Good job, darling~” and his stomach would do flips but he would reprimand you with a blushing face.

- Jade and Floyd are catching on, you can hear them chuckling or Floyd going “hey hey, Azul, you got a thing for the siren now~?” Or “gross… PDA, keep that to yourself!”

- and what doesnt help at all is the fact you have been going online putting yourself on the line. The boys you send in always go “I want (Y/N) to be mine! You can’t keep them here against their will!”

- have you been telling people that you’re kept here against your will? Azul suspects it’s just to make them scared and have a sense of urgency to protect you or to save you like a ‘woe is me damsel/dude in distress’ sort of thing, but what if it’s true?? Do you hate him?

- Contracts have become even more stressful than usual now too. Of course with you on the line, Floyd and Jade have to make sure that the contract fails each time, so that you don’t get taken from him.

- and then you laugh when he tells you off and just blow him a kiss? Like! The nerve! Seriously, listen to him, will you?

- one day, when you came to pick up your check after a week of this ‘I’ll save (Y/N)’ nonsense, you got the check from his desk and walked out WITHOUT giving him a kiss on the cheek.

- “aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked, and you turned around with a smirk. “Oh, did I?” He felt his skin turn red with embarrassment, like a tomato. He always thought he had you on a leash, but it turns out it was the other way around. He’d been waiting all day, like a dog waiting for its owner, for its treat - your affection, your kisses, and your kiss marks which he kept on until the next morning where he HAD to take them off for school.

- you gave him two kiss marks to make up for the fact that you’ve been such a pain the last week, and you know it because he’s been looking more stressed out and crazier than usual.

- “please stop telling people you’ll be with them if it weren’t for me..” “why?” “Because, well, you’re a valuable asset and you made a contract with me, and you have to fulfill it. Besides, you don’t actually hate me that much.. yes? Right?” He asked, clearly seeking for reassurance.

- You shook your head and put a hand on his cheek, and gave him a kiss. He literally nearly jolted like he got shocked from Jade or something when you did. You pulled back and giggled while walking out of the room.

- great seven, why did he have to feel this way about *you*? A siren? This is surely more trouble than it’s worth, and what would pining after you do for Monstro Lounge?

- … well, for once, he might care about something more than the lounge. And it was you; his very own employed siren.

So trash ik but I can’t use it for an oc so someone else pls make this better for me if u can write PLEASE PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLSLL

[hotluncheddie]

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its basically September oh shit oh shit! so i gotta post my @thefreakandthehair summer fic challenge!

prompt: picking berries | cw: weed | rated: G | part 1/2(?) | tags: domesticity, fluff & steve is pining

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eddies shirt had ridden up. but, like, just a little. up so his side was exposed, bandages finally removed and skin finally healing. 

steve let his eyes slide to the joint in his hand, watched as it raised itself to his lips so he could inhale. he shifts his head more comfortably against the couch cushion. stretches his legs out so they could slide under the coffee table. his eyes slide back over to eddies side. 

‘your skin kinda looks like bread.’ steve says. ‘or like, dough but with, jam maybe? like there’s for sure berry tones there, along with the, like, the skin.’ 

‘literally what the fuck are you doing in my house right now steve?’ 

steve tracks his eyes up eddies arm, past his hands holding the book on his chest and up to his mouth. eddies lips are quirked up at the corners. eddies mouth looks good like that.. always looks good. 

shit. robin said he needed to stop looking at eddies mouth so much 

shit. eddie asked him a question. 

‘uhhh… keeping you company?’ steve tries. 

eddies mouth slides into a grin. his eyes stay glued to the page but steve swears he can see them sparkle. he feels the sparkle on his cheeks, as if eddie had touched them. sometimes just looking his way steve feels it. he himself covered in sparkle, in the starlight eddie fills his chest with, exposed onto his skin. 

‘well. ok. valid.’ eddie signs dramatically and drops the book so he can look right at steve. ‘make me a pb&j?’ fluttering his eyelashes to sweeten the request. 

little does eddie know just how sweet steve is on him already. 

‘sure’ steve stands up way too quick. taking a second to stare at the carpet real hard. come to terms with the new surrounding that came with the ground being under his feet instead of his ass. 

he shuffles over the worn carpet, purposefully not lifting his feet up to feel the friction on his toes through his socks. he shuffles back over to eddie after reaching the carpet precipice. sneaking a wiggly finger down to poke eddie’s shoulder and zap him with all the carpet static he just collected. 

‘Ow! Fucker!’ eddie laughs, wriggling around on the sofa so he’s on his belly and looking up at steve. steve giggles. 

‘you’re like a worm. worm munson.’ steve giggles again and starts walking backwards towards the kitchen. 

‘stop being weird high. you know how much i like being weird high and i’m not allowed to smoke yet.’ steve hears eddie whine as he starts getting the peanut butter and bread out of the cupboards. but steve can hear the laughter still bracketing eddie’s words. 

he smiles and keeps making their sandwiches. ‘i’m not that high anyway dude. i’m just.. comfortable.’ steve turns to open the fridge and glance back at eddie again. 

eddies been watching him over the arm of the sofa, grin still wild and silly and steve can’t look away. but maybe he is a bit more high than he said because his arm keeps opening the fridge until it smacks him in the chest. 

eddie snorts, finally wiggling back down on the sofa. letting the spell break so steve can look at what he’s actually trying to do. 

his collide with the fridge knocked a couple magnets and a photo off onto the floor. steve dips to put them back and doubles back over with giggles. 

‘god what the fuck? is this you munson?’ steve holds the photo right up to his nose. it’s of eddie as a kid, looking real weird. he’s all zonked out with red smooshed on his hands and face. (think)

‘yeah, ha! wayne had a strawberry hookup from the plant. used to be fucking obsessed with them as a kid. ate them till i felt sick most summers, especially if we got to actually go picking berries. oof. good fucking times.’ eddie says to the ceiling. 

‘strawberry’s huh?’ steve asks as he slides the photo back under the magnet. tapping the corner once before opening the fridge to get out the jam and two sodas. 

‘i’m a sweet guy harrington what can i say?’ steve hears eddie say more softly than they’ve been speaking previously. the fluffy top of his head just visible over the top of the armrest. 

steve smiles while finishing up the sandwiches. feeling sunshine warm he tucks strawberries away on the shelf in him mind labeled ‘eddie munson xoxo’. 

‘sit up sit up. civilised citizens only get to hold the paper plate of harrington pbnj’ steve says, just about getting everything safely to the couch. 

eddie snickers and curls his knees up under his chin, taking the paper plate and a huge bite. 

steve flops down next to him, squishing into the cushions to get comfy and humming at eddie’s choice of movie for them to watch. 

‘Oh fuck.’ steve moans around his bite of sandwich. high pbnj? aces. 

‘sweet and salty just like you’ eddie says under his breath and steve smiles again, taking a sip of soda and a mental note of how the tv light plays across eddie’s pale skin. 

part 2

[fishhavetoes]

Steve who has a thing for mustaches.

Steve who comes home after a long day at work, and walks into his bathroom hoping to take a nice shower before bed. Steve who almost jumps out of his skin when he sees a certain cute metalhead staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

With his face in his hands Steve groans. “Eddie, what have I told you about breaking into my house?”

The metal head pouts and turns to Steve.

“But Stevie it was important. You wouldn’t want me sad, would you pretty boy?”

And Steve… well Steve can’t really stay mad. Not when the guy he’s been having… non platonic feelings about… is staring at him with that face. That cute face. Often hot face. Sometimes sexy face. Okay, Steve thinks, i need to stop before I get carried away.

Steve realizes he’s been zoned out on Eddie’s lips when he clocks the expectant look on his face. Steve backtracks the conversation in his mind before he gets what Eddie’s waiting for.

“Okay, what’s so important that you had to break into my house at 8 pm for?”

Eddies face turnes slightly embarrassed and nervous, and he rushes out “IKindaWannaGrowAMustacheButIFeelLikeIdLookStupid”

And Steve’s brain stopped working. His cheeks turned pink and his eyes grew wide. All he can think of is Eddie with a mustache. His mind is racing with all the guys who helped him realize his bidentity. Freddie Mercury, Tangerine from Bullet Train, Jack from This Is Us, the list goes on (authors note: no it doesn’t, I’m lazy).

Eddie, somehow, takes this as a bad sign. He starts fidgeting and not making eye-contact. He starts rambling.

“Well I mean, I guess it’s a silly idea, and I don’t have to, I just thought, maybe, maybe you would know? If I looked good? Not that you look at me. Well not that you don’t look at me, I mean - I know you look at me because I look at you. Well I don’t look at you. I mean not like that. I just mean-“

Eddie turns bright red. He has no words left. He has no excuses. Nothing more to say.

Steve, for his part, try’s, he really does, to be normal about it.

“NO! No I think, I think mustaches are great. I love a guy with a mustache. Not that I love you! I mean, I mean I do but like, Yk. I just mean like I’d totally go down on a guy with a mustache Yk? Not that I’d go down on you! I mean I would! But only if you’re okay with it!!!”

They stare at each-other. The low hum of the bathroom light drones on in the background.

Eddie blinks, and let’s out a shaky breathe, and says “I am”

Steve just blinks and tilts his head (golden retriever lookin ass, smh), “you are what?”.

“I’m okay with it”

“Okay with what?”

“Stevie” Eddie looks genuinely pained, “work with me here big boy”

“Ed’s I literally don’t understand what you’re trying to say. What are you okay with?”

“I’m okay with you going down on me. Going to pound town. Doing the bedroom tango. Bumpin uglies. Adult slip n slide” (this is funny, you’re welcome)

Both of the poor dudes faces are getting redder by the minute.

Steve looks up, sighs, and reaches out, lightning fast to grab Eddie’s shirt and pull him closer. He can feel the older boys breath against his mouth. He likes it, he can feel how much he likes it. And when he surges forward and they end up against the wall pushing into each other, he can feel how much the other boy likes it too.

Eddie ends up growing a mustache.

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This is the mustache. Baby girl tangerine for life.

[2baddiesfanfics]

The Great Outdoors

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Camping, Tent Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

Sukuna's been defeated, and it's time to celebrate with a group camping trip. With their futures ahead of them, the Tokyo Jujutsu High gang decides to take a break from fighting and enjoy the great outdoors. But with Maki's competitive side, Nobara is in for more than just roasting marshmallows and sitting by the campfire.

*Note: All characters in this fic are 18+*

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“Yuji! Megumi! Go gather what we need for the bonfire,” Nobara yelled from inside one of the two massive tents her, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had set up.

Gojo had told them he’d take them wherever they wanted after they had all graduated, and both groups of students had asked for a camping trip to watch the Sakura trees bloom.

With Sukuna finally defeated and no longer in the picture, the alumni of Tokyo Jujutsu High were free to live their lives as they pleased. Sure, there was the occasional fight, but after giving the king of curses one final ass-whooping, everything else was small fry.

Of course, now that they had all survived, they could dream of the future. Having gone through such a traumatic experience together, bonds that had already started to bloom in their days as students had finally become full-fledged relationships. Yuji and Megumi had stopped pretending they were only “bros,” and Maki and Nobara had admitted what they shared was something much deeper than friendship.

Once the boys returned with the kindling needed for the fire, Inumaki got started on the grill. For someone who only spoke in onigiri ingredients, it was no shocker the guy could cook. Nobara had recruited Yuji as her Instagram photographer while Megumi, Gojo, and Maki had started to play a game of horseshoes.

Nobara chuckled to herself as she knew Maki wouldn’t give up until she had beaten both men.

“You get ‘em, babe,” she called out over her shoulder while trying to fit her and her best friend in a shot with beautiful pink flowers.

“So…how are things going with you and Maki-senpai?” Yuji asked while throwing up a peace sign.

“Ugh, do something cuter, please,” she chastised before grabbing his hand and moving it out of the frame. “So far, so good! We’ve been looking at apartments in Tokyo. Thankfully Zenins have money because my paycheck wouldn’t pay for half of some of these places. How about you and Megumi? Smooth sailing so far?”

Yuji blushed, which was an unusual sight for Nobara. She knew he liked Megumi, but this was a sign of more than a simple crush. “Yeah, now that I don’t have a thousand-year-old cursed spirit living inside me it certainly makes things easier!”

“So…have you guys…ya know…” she said as she gave him a playful nudge.

“Kugisaki! That’s…private. But for your information…yes. And it was better than I imagined it would be,” he replied under his breath. He gave her a sideways glance. “And…you two? I mean…I have to imagine Maki-senpai is pretty, uh, athletic, if you get my drift.”

Now it was Nobara who turned bright red. “Yuji! It’s rude to ask a lady about her sex life!”

Her classmate looked back at her incredulously. “Dude! What, so you can ask me but I can’t ask you!? That’s messed up!”

“Hmm. You have a point. Let’s just say…it’s definitely a workout. She’s got some interesting kinks for sure,” she whispered. Her thoughts drifted to scenes of her hands tied behind her back, her senses heightened due to the strip of silk tied around her eyes, the soft heat of Maki’s breath on the shell of her ear as she murmured “good girl.”

“-bara. Nobara!” That same voice, now louder, shook her from reliving the moment. “Dinner’s ready. You too, Yuji! Last come, last served and I know neither of you want to miss barbecue.”

“Um…coming!” She shouted back as she jogged back with her best friend in tow.

When she reached her girlfriend, Maki pulled her into a hug and leaned down to reply, “Oh, you will tonight.” Nobara looked up in shock, keeping her voice low while shifting her gaze from left to right to ensure the others weren’t paying attention.

“Maki! For real? Panda’s supposed to be in our tent, isn’t he? Look, I know you’re into some fucked up shit, but…”

The older girl rolled her eyes. “Oh please! Get your mind out of the gutter. Relax, I’ll handle panda. I’m not going to miss the chance to try and wake everyone up with your screams.”

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “Get real. You’re good, but you’re not that good, love. My self-control is unparalleled.”

Maki smirked and chuckled darkly. “Babe, you know I love a challenge. We’ll see how that ‘self-control’ holds up with my tongue in your-“

“Shh! I’m begging you, let’s go eat,” Nobara chastised as she pushed her shoulder.

“That’s what I’m trying to do!”

“I mean dinner, you idiot!”

Inumaki’s voice interrupted their banter with a loud, “Salmon!”

“Maki! Nobara! You heard him. There’s not gonna be much left if you keep being all lovey-dovey over there!” Yuji shouted.

The women walked back over to the campsite hand-in-hand, eager to dig into their classmate’s legendary cooking.

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Night fell quickly as the last few embers of the fire burned, the smell of charring marshmallows and melted chocolate wafting through the air. Maki got up and stretched, a wordless signal to Nobara it was time to retreat.

“Whew, I’m wiped. Thanks for doing all the cooking, Inumaki. It was delicious! I think it’s time Nobara and I headed off to bed.”

Panda started to get up, but Maki was prepared. “Um, Panda? Wouldn’t you rather hang out with the guys tonight? I know you’d probably be bored out of your mind listening to us talking about Nobara’s latest shopping spree.” The other girl shot her a dirty look for using her as the scapegoat.

“Are you sure, Maki? It can get pretty cold out here in the woods at night. I’m essentially a giant teddy bear, you know.”

“You’re so sweet, but I think we should be fine. The sleeping bags we brought are pretty thick. Go on and have a great time.”

Panda nodded and started to help the others clean up. Who better to ensure they didn’t leave anything out for bears to come by and ransack?

The girls opened the tent and before Nobara could even start to zip the entrance closed, she already felt Maki’s hands wandering up her shirt.

“Can you please at least wait until we’re settled in?” She sighed.

The other girl’s lips had already attacked her neck, her mumbles barely coherent against her skin. “Can’t…help it…need you…” She began to lift her shirt but felt Nobara shiver. “Is that because of me?”

“No…Panda was right. It’s fucking cold. Can we at least get in the sleeping bag? I don’t think you’ll object to being that close together.”

“You don’t think that’ll be too warm?”

“Not if you get me naked first. Just quickly, please.”

“That, I can do.” Maki worked fast, throwing her shirt up over her head and helping her shimmy out of her pants and underwear. “Get in there and get cozy,” she commanded before stripping out of her own clothing and setting her glasses somewhere they wouldn’t get crushed.

Sliding into the sleeping bag behind her girlfriend, Maki pulled her in by her waist and continued where she left off.

“Fuck…I thought the guys would never go to bed…” she mumbled as she kissed and nibbled at Nobara’s bare shoulder while her hands roamed her chest.

“Maki…do you really think…ahh…it’s ok for us to be…mmm…doing this? What if they can…ohhhh…hear us?”

The other woman nuzzled against her neck, continuing to kiss upward until her mouth was pressed against her ear.

“Did I not make myself clear earlier? That’s the whole point of this. What happened to your confidence? Don’t think you can hold back?” Her taunting was punctuated by firm squeezes of her breasts, causing Nobara to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

With the sounds of the forest echoing in the night - the chirping of crickets, the flow of a nearby stream - she figured there was no way she’d be loud enough to disturb the others.

“It’s going to feel so good knowing I proved you wrong,” she answered, trying to stoke the competitive fire within Maki.

“You do enjoy being a brat, don’t you? What happened to my good girl?” Nobara’s breath hitched in her throat. Her girlfriend was playing dirty. She knew what that pet name did to her and she clearly wasn’t afraid to bring out the big guns.

Don’t give her the satisfaction. Be strong, Nobara.

“Hey, if you’re going to tease me, what’s the harm in me teasing back? You can dish it but can’t take it?”

“Oh, I can take it. But I’m focused on making you feel so good you don’t think twice about what the others will say tomorrow when you leave this tent sore and bruised,” her mouth trailed back down to her neck and she sucked, hard.

“God…Maki…you can be rough but do it where they can’t see it.”

“Hmmm I thought you liked it when I marked you…don’t be shy.”

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Megumi and Yuji.”

“Fine. I’ll be nice,” she acquiesced before shifting so she could leave love bites further down her chest. Stopping to take a nipple between her teeth, she gently tugged it and Nobara slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. Her girlfriend reached for her wrist and tore it away.

“Hey, no cheating. Come on, let me hear those cute little noises you make when I fuck you at home.” Maki kissed her way down her stomach, feeling her abdomen twitch under the warmth of her lips. Try as she might, Nobara couldn’t help but spread her legs in a silent nudge to get her to move faster.

“Maki…please…”

“Beg a little louder for me, baby. Good girls who do as they are told get rewarded,” she said as she kissed her inner thigh. She knew she was just about to get her to break.

Nobara squeezed her eyes shut and threw caution to the wind. Screw it. The guys can make fun of me all they want. It’s worth it.

Clearing her throat, she turned up the volume. “Maki, please…fuck me…”

“There we go. Was that really so hard?” Before her girlfriend could make a smart remark, her tongue slid inside her and turned her words into groans. Nobara’s hands grabbed at Maki’s hair, pulling the girl deeper. Against her better judgment, she looked down between her legs and the sight of her alone almost sent her over the edge.

Maki’s fingers replaced her tongue as she moved to occupy her mouth with Nobara’s clit. Alternating between licking and sucking, she knew just how she was going to make her lose this game.

“Fuck…Maki…keep going…almost…”

“If I make you come right now, you have to promise me you’re not going to stay quiet.”

“I promise! Fuck, I promise, just make me come, please, please, please…”

“You’re so hot when you’re desperate…get ready.” Her tongue circled the sensitive bud while she used one hand to pump two fingers in and out of her. Right when she felt her begin to contract, she slid another finger into Nobara’s ass.

“Fuck!! Makiiiiiiiii!!” She screamed. That was it. There was no way in hell the men in the other tent didn’t hear her.

Maki crawled back up her body and lay next to her, running her hands through the other girl’s ginger-brown hair as she took a moment to catch her breath. It was the perfect opportunity for Nobara to serve up some payback. Grabbing both of her wrists, she swapped positions with her and pinned her to the ground.

“I wonder how the guys will react hearing you?” she said with hunger in her eyes. “If I’m going to have to face them tomorrow, you’re going to as well. Ready to moan like a little bitch?”

“I’d like to see you try it, Kugisaki,” Maki challenged.

Keeping both of her wrists restrained with one hand, Nobara shifted her hips back and forth against hers.

“Mmmm…that’s nice,” Maki quietly moaned. “Gonna have to do better than that, though.”

Nobara’s unoccupied hand moved to her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple before bringing her mouth to the other and mimicking the movements with her tongue. Maki let out small whimpers of pleasure but refused to budge further. The other girl’s hand roamed between them, her fingers dipping into her opening to gather her arousal. Her hips jolted upward in a silent effort to get her girlfriend to quicken her movements.

“Be patient,” Nobara chastised before placing a kiss on her lips and sliding into her. The first finger gently probed, allowing her to adjust before she added a second. Maki’s groan reverberated against her mouth as her movements rocked her body. Coaxed on by the restrained noises of her lover, she increased her pace as she hit the spot she had learned would make her come undone.

The older girl threw her head back, her mouth agape and eyes screwed shut as she felt her orgasm build. Right as she was about to cross the finish line, Nobara stopped.

“N-nobara…don’t be such a fucking tease…come on…I’m almost…” Maki whined.

Still inside her, she tormented, “You know what you need to do if you want me to continue.”

“Baby, please,” she gasped.

“Not so tough now, are you? Will you be a sweet girl for me and let me hear you moan?” Pleasure slowly began to course through her once more as Nobara started to move again.

“Come on…I know you can be loud for me. That’s all I need. Give it to me, and I’ll let you have what you want.”

Nobara had won this round. Maki needed release.

“O-okay…okay…fuck…please…ohhhhh fuckkkkk!” The pressure of her girlfriend’s fingers against her clit returned, and she shouted out as she rode the wave of her climax. Now that her wrists were freed, she grabbed Nobara and pulled her close for a kiss.

“Man, you play dirty.”

“I know you like it.”

Maki laughed. “Clearly. Alright, let’s get some sleep. I need to prepare myself to face those morons tomorrow morning.”

“They’re probably less surprised hearing me than you.”

“Well, you’re my only weakness,” she said as she snuggled in closer to share body heat. “I’m not ashamed of that. They can tease me all they want, but I’ll never deny how good you make me feel.”

Nobara eased back into her arms. “Ok, Ms. Sentimental. Don’t worry. I’ll beat Yuji’s ass for the both of us if he wants to start something.” With contented smiles and restless hearts, the two fell asleep to the forest lullaby of crickets, warmed by the love they shared.

[legendofmorons]

I work inside I coffee shop. I see a lot of orders and a lot of the common stereotypes people have for coffee orders are less likely to be true than you might think. Let’s try and figure out what each Link would order then, shall we?

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Time:

- Started off by just getting plain black coffee.

- He felt like that was expected of him because he got into coffee when he was already a bit older.

- At some point, he got a sip of Malon’s drink and LOVED IT.

- Now he loves the seasonal flavors.

- Pumpkin Spice? Sign him up.

- His baristas love him because he stepped in when some dude got uppity.

- (Sometimes they will undercharge him, but do not tell their boss.)

Twilight:

- Not a big Espresso dude.

- Used to get Hot Chocolates

- Had to stop because he turned into a wolf and, quite frankly, he was worried he would be allergic so he just ordered something else.

- Learned that Steamers were a thing and started getting those.

- It’s literally flavored warm milk. He can’t go wrong with it.

- He still gets a cup of whip cream every time, though.

- His baristas will see him in the parking lot, grab a small cup, and just write his name on it. Everyone who works there knows it’s for whip cream.

Wind:

- Really wants black coffee. Frankly, he would love having it.

- None of his adults let him have that, though.

- They kept telling him to pick something else.

- He started getting frappuccinos so he could still get caffeine.

- Carmel Ribbon Crunch or a Mocha Cookie Crumble became his go to choices.

- Eventually, he starts taking himself and just gets a small black coffee.

- His baristas joke around with him a lot, especially after he starts taking himself.

- They recognize him and will start making a freshly brewed container just for him.

Wild:

- He started with the Pumpkin Spice Latte before discovering other things.

- He has tried the entire menu.

- His favorite is probably, weirdly, cinnamon dolce or plain vanilla.

- Even still, he likes to spice it up when he does swing through.

- At least, until he got sick and his Zelda made him try the Honey Citrus Mint Tea, also called the Medicine Ball.

- That stuff WORKED.

- Now he gets that regularly, while grabbing a dragon drink or several shots of espresso in a cup for his Zelda.

- His baristas more often talk with Zelda than they do with him.

- (Bro spent so long examining the menu trying to figure out what he wanted that Zelda had to hold conversation to keep it from being awkward.)

- Newer baristas tend to get confused when he gets tea and she gets plain espresso, handing out the orders backwards.

- They’ll learn.

Warriors:

- Red eye, Black eye, and Green eye were his choice drinks for a while.

- Plain black coffee with one, two, or three shots of espresso respectively.

- At some point he learned that blonde espresso has more caffeine and started getting that.

- He was always in there at weird times in the night and his baristas (and friends, if we are being real) started getting worried.

- Straight up got cut off. Too much caffeine at midnight every night.

- Started getting teas and refreshers.

- Really likes the pineapple one.

- His baristas worry about him.

- He always came in at odd times ordering so much caffeine.

- He seems a lot calmer now than he did before, and they will take whatever victories they can get.

Sky:

- You know that “don’t talk to me until I have had my coffee” thing?

- That’s him.

- He just wants a regular hot latte.

- In fact, that’s all he says.

- “Medium hot latte.”

- He puts his payment on the table and goes and sits down.

- Once he has had a few sips, he can hold a conversation, but until then?

- Nah.

- Not happening.

- At some point, his baristas recognize him and just key everything in before he gets to the till.

- The grunt he lets out in thanks made one barista keel over in the walk in freezer laughing.

Legend:

- Whether or not he has a person with him will drastically change his coffee order.

- If he is alone, he will get a peppermint hot chocolate.

- No whipped cream.

- Extra chocolate and chocolate curls.

- Coconut milk.

- As Hylia intended.

- If he is with someone else, he gets a plain black coffee.

- Somehow, he thinks it’ll make him appear more masculine.

- (He hates it. Desperately wants the sweet drink he gets every other time.)

- His baristas recognized this pattern and started either sneaking him sugar packets or just making his peppermint hot chocolate and saying it was the black coffee.

- He almost cried.

- Almost.

Hyrule:

- This dude either loves plain espresso or loathes it, depending on the day.

- He likes the Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, which has no caffeine or coffee taste at all, on his hating espresso days.

- On other days, he just gets 5 shots of espresso over ice with vanilla cold foam on top.

- Other than that, he doesn’t change up his order at all.

- One time he drank the whole iced espresso in one gulp.

- His baristas were shocked by that.

- Not… judging… but definitely impressed.

- And a little bit confused.

- Wasn’t he sat in the corner, literally kicking his feet over what is basically a milk shake YESTERDAY?

- ???

- Okay, maybe more confused than they are letting on.

Four:

- He orders a lot of things, but not nearly as much as Wild did.

- If he has a different color shouting in his head about something, their usual order may take precedence over whatever else he wanted.

- On his own, he likes to get either a plain latte or a caramel apple spice.

- Literally warmed up apple juice and caramel syrup.

- It’s sweet. It’s warm. He likes it.

- There’s not much else to say about Four when he is not dealing with inner turmoil, so let’s get to how the baristas see him, yeah?

- They love him.

- He is so respectful all the time, asking about their lives, telling jokes, swapping stories.

- An absolute sweetheart.

- One barista almost jumped over the counter because someone made a short joke. (That’s how Four learned how protective the baristas were of him.)

- (They also undercharge him, again, do not snitch on them. They have their favorites.)

BONUS!

Red:

- Pink drink.

- He wants extra berries in it.

- He might add a cold foam to it, vanilla and mocha being his two preferred flavors of foam.

- He talked so excitedly about his favorite drink that one barista decided to try it.

- Unfortunately, it was the one who does not like sweet things.

- They coughed it out.

Violet:

- Earl Grey tea.

- That’s it.

- That’s the tweet.

- He just wants a hot black tea.

- He’ll settle for English breakfast if he needs to, but he likes Earl Grey the best.

- His baristas sigh in relief with his order. Half the time he shows up, it’s at the end of a rush, and his order is easy enough to complete.

- He’s very calm about everything, and that attitude seems to rub off on the other people in line.

Green:

- Chai tea latte.

- Hot or cold doesn’t matter too much to him.

- Sometimes he will add flavors to it, but his base remains with that chai tea.

- He also always seems to come in after a rush.

- He’s not too picky about it, which takes some of the stress off the baristas when they make the order.

- He loves to swap stories with the baristas while he is there.

Blue:

- Water.

- He just wants water.

- Cold, filtered water.

- Look, the water tastes good, okay?

- He’s gonna get the largest size water.

- He calls it the “big boy” for some reason.

- Actually, maybe he’ll get a second.

- The water tastes nice, after all.

- His baristas laugh a lot.

- Honestly, he is just there to joke around and relieve a bit of stress.

- It’s a great way to wind down the day, drinking water and telling jokes.

Shadow:

- Shadow doesn’t really order anything directly.

- He’s there, listening in, but he doesn’t talk.

- That’d probably scare somebody.

- So instead, he’ll add his order on to somebody else’s.

- His baristas were confused, initially, hearing a voice that was so close to the person in front of theirs yet wasn’t.

- One of the baristas caught on, however. Setting a cup of whipped cream down beside the drink.

- They watched out of the corner of their eye as it disappeared into the shadow of the man that had just ordered.

- From then on, they consistently did so. Never prying or even really mentioning it. They just set the cup of whipped cream down and moved on to another drink.

Fierce:

- It would be too easy to say a black coffee, so instead…

- Carmel macchiato.

- Iced.

- Extra caramel drizzle.

- Sometimes he will ask for a topping, but most of the time, that’s enough.

- His baristas were intimidated, to say the least.

- Bro is tall.

- He just likes sweeter drinks, and frankly, he likes listening to people talk.

- He loves listening to the baristas spill tea.

- If you listen really closely, sometimes you can here him whisper out a “that b****” while he hears a barista talk about their ex.

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I actually just spent an hour and a half typing this out. The first time it was an hour of typing. Do you have any thoughts on this wall of text?

-VS

Hahaha oh my God, VS this is amazing! First of all, Twilight and Violet's orders have me DELIGHTED!!!

I know only a few of the boys' sections say they stand up for the baristas, but they all would tbh.

Thoughts under the cut. This is LONG

Time

I think he's glad to have found something other than black coffee.

I think he would love seasonal flavors! Would probably like the chocolate cherry flavor, a shop I like does for hotcboclates in febuary

ALSO, I think he'd like mint tea when he's not feeling great.

He KNOWS they undercharge him sometimes BUT he tips very very well

He learns the names of all the batistas and will step in if someone is harassing any of them.

Twilight

He absolutely loved hotchocolate, maybe even with cinnamon on it!

He would love steamers, though, and he is always thrilled to get that cup of whipped cream.

I think he'd also probably like to order some sort of ham and cheese croissant

He likes to hangout in a window seat when he stays for a while.

Wind

Oh boy does he want coffee

He would definitely like frappacinos

I think he'd like a drink called Unicorn Blood. Dutch brothers sells it as part of their "Rebel" drinks. It's kind of like a blended energy drink with added flavor and sugars

Once he comes by himself he'd probably switch between unicorn blood and black coffee

He loves joking with the batistas of course.

He'll bring Tetra and they'll just laugh

Wild

You're absolutely right he definitely tried all the menu

He might have Bribed one or two baristas to make something new

He spreads the word about the coffee shop to everyone who will listen

He thinks it's funny when people mix up his and Zelda's drink

Warriors

His baristas frequently try to slip him extra food when he orders it

He also probably makes friends with a college student or two, since they'll at be there at 3 am

Will often do a coffee run for Zelda and Impa

He has a favorite Barista, but is of course fond of them all

New baristas are a little startled when he comes in at unholy hours and is perfectly coherent despite his designer eye bags

Sky

Yeah, he's sweet and all but he seems like he could give me a run for my money on being grumpy before caffeine

He appreciates that the batistas accommodate his lack of talking and is always sure to wish them a good day before he leaves after he drinks his coffee

If he comes in mid day I think he'd probably like a Carmel blonde or something

Legend

This man is definitely thrilled his baristas are helping him save face and enjoy his drink

He definitely talks the place up to others

He will start problems if another patron is harassing any of them. (Especially the younger ones)

I feel like he has also let one of the younger baristas cry on him after a nasty customer. Cause like, customer service is hard and he's not going to push that kid away

He dosen’t talk about that previous one really

Hyrule

Oooooo this is fun

I think maybe a few of the baristas start a (playful) better pool on if he'll want espresso that day. It's probably things like a candy bar or a shift change

He confuses them sometimes but he's so sweet they let it be

He definitely tips well.

Adores things sweetened with honer

Four

He's absolutely the best

Was surprised to find the baristas are protective but he's flattered

Don't worry he'd protect them too. (HAS pushed past a rude customer a little harder than needed with a 'whoops!')

He knows they undercharge but will simply make it up by tipping!

He has also maybe brought his sisters in (they're so fun!)

Red

I can see him liking that stuff!

He felt bad that the barista didn't like sweet stuff

Thought it was a little funny though

Probably likes cinnamon in his hot drinks

Might really like constant comment tea (it's got orange and cloves and is in my top 3 teas)

Violet

The love of my life in this one, he's my tea soulmate omg

Haha, yeah earl gray is amazing and fits him so well

English breakfast is close, but not quite

He is always calm, and probably just reads in a corner with his tea

Is patient if the baristas are frazzled after a rush

Green

How'd you have both green and Violet like my two favorite teas? Lol

I think he'd like vanilla Chai too

He loves swapping stories for sure, and probably also movie recommendations

Also loves seeing any fun makeup looks the have

Blue

He is probably why the baristas remember to drink water at work

Seems like he wouldn't want ice most of the time

He likes to hang out until right before closing time I think

Shadow

I love the idea that ONE barista is like "Sure the sentient shadow wants a cup of whipcream"

He's polite but again, not really talking

Will encourage the others to talk the place up

Slips a tip into the jar

Fierce

Carmel machiatto-

Yes

Once the baristas warm up to him he adores listening to them talk

He uses his intimidating appearance to keep creeps and rude customers in line

Will in fact go "no they didn't!" Quietly when he listesn to gossip

Bonus bonus:

Malon

Just put her espresso INTO her hotchoclate. No, not a mocha she doesn't want to taste the coffee thanks

Will alternatively order peppermint lattes with utter glee

LOVES whipped cream amd asks for chocolate drizzle

First

He likes his coffee strong, but sweet.

No cream, though

Just an unholy amount of sugar

It looks like black coffee but it IS NOT

Will stare ypu in the eye as he puts in like 12-15 sugar packets depending on the day

Tips well!

He's not as close to the haristas as some of the others, but he's friendly and will always offer a (clumsy) compliment

Tetra

She seems like she'd like lavender tea maybe?

For caffeine she just wants a Carmel Frappuccino though, with chocolate drizzle and lots of whipped cream

She's cheerful and always ready to listen to the varistas vent about an ex

Tips pretty well and come in with wind a lot

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Always Kid, Always

Or: I rewrote Pat’s death scene

This is pretty heavy, so mind the warnings and read at your own risk!

Thanks to @snaillamp for helping with medical things. They’ve got an ask Enjar game going on, go check them out!

cw: major character death, graphic depictions of mortal injuries, blood, brief mentions of other bodily fluids (vomit, urine), medical treatment, institutional indifference to human life, emotional whump, hurt no comfort, grief, guilt, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Pat has been condemned.

The human capital council voted 3-2 to deploy her, along with the rest of Turquoise. He and Henle had gone up on the stand, two years worth of medical records with him, and told them in no uncertain terms that this will likely kill her. Her powers are tearing her body apart. It’s not just her nerves anymore, it's her blood vessels and internal organs and muscles and bones. Any use of her powers could be her last.

They agree with them. They say it’s dangerous for her. They also say that this villian, whatever the fuck his name is, is more dangerous “For everyone,” they say. It’s bullshit. They have other heroes. Heroes that won’t die. Heroes that can’t die.

The mission is stupid and dangerous and everybody knows that. It doesn’t matter. It’s for the greater good.

Joseph, though he hates it, though he knows it’s selfish, can’t help but think “fuck the greater good.”

He doesn’t hunt down any of the council members. He doesn’t slam them against the wall and yell at them until he’s red in the face because it won’t change anything.

Pat has been condemned.

***

The locker room is utterly depressing

The normal banter is gone, replaced by oppressive silence. Everyone suits up slowly, painfully, speaking only to ask “can you zip me up?” or “can you buckle this for me?” His medic patch feels more obtrusive then normal, like an annoying itch that won’t go away. The already heavy bag feels crushing.

Pat’s hair is done up like it normally is, tightly pulled back in two french braids so it will t under the helmet. As she laces up her boots, he can see the black and orange compression socks she’s wearing underneath.

She catches him looking and smiles, the corners of her green eyes crinkling.

He tries not to puke. It’s awful.

The helipad is worse. They’re up high, the city spread out around them, as they wait for their ride. Pat stands next to him, chewing on her lip. He turns to her.

“If you don’t want to go inside, we’ll find another way. I’ll take the heat. Martin’ll take the heat. Henle’ll take the heat. We will keep this off you.”

She dips her head. “It’s okay. They picked me for a reason. This dude? What he made? It’ll kill you.” Her eyes glimmer with tears. “I can’t let that happen.”

He could say the same.

“We can abort. I will fight for you on this, Pat. All of us will.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “He’s dangerous. For everyone. I signed up for this. I knew what I was getting into.” The helicopter roars overhead. “It’s for the greater good.”

It’s too loud, and they have to stop talking.

***

The villain’s base looms on the horizon. It’s boring looking, like some sort of factory or warehouse, but it's not.

Warehouses don’t have lasers.

The building is mostly empty, because even villains know that you should try to protect your employees from further harm. Per the plan, Pat charges straight into the heart of the compound, hands on fire, eyes glowing, and very tachycardic.

Even though they can’t see her, it’s obvious where she is. Just follow the violent thrum of energy and the rumbles reverberating through the floor. It shakes the whole building, rattling the windows. Pat is busting through door after door after door, but she’s getting there.

For a brief second, there’s a pause. Joseph thinks that maybe she’s made it.

Then, a violent shockwave shakes the building, nearly taking him off his feet.

That’s it. That’s the discharge that will kill her. The clock has started. She’s dying now.

He silences his com, ignoring Martin’s voice ordering them to leave the building, warning that it’s unstable, and goes deeper inside. Running as fast as he can, he traces Pat’s steps, following her path of destruction into the heart of the building.

She’s crumpled on the warehouse’s concrete floor, glass windows blown out around her, lying in a rapidly growing pool of blood. “Pat!” He yells as he approaches, looking her over.

He sees a steady stream of blood oozing out of her leg.

“Hey kid,” He says, kneeling down by her side. “Pat, c’mon.” He quickly ties a tourniquet around her mangled left leg, trying to stem the bleeding. She screams as he tightens the windlass and clips it in. He quickly searches for any more major bleeding, hands patting up and down her body while he calls for help. Helicopter. Here. Now.

He finds a jagged hole in her chest. Her sternum seems to be half gone, replaced by a deep pool of red. Fuck.

“Ex-exhale?” She whimpers, eyes wide with worry. Her face is clammy and her breathing is fast and she looks like she’s about to cry.

“Joseph. Call me Joseph, yeah?” he says, tearing open a package of gauze and jamming the contents into her chest. Her blood is warm as it coats his fingers, and it's awful.

The scream is even worse, loud and piercing and heartbreaking. “I know it hurts, just stay with me, yeah?” he says as he keeps packing, watching the gauze turn pink and then red as it’s saturated completely.

There is one thing in this world that can save her right now, and it’s a healer. If he can get her to the helicopter, then maybe she’ll make it. He digs out his IV kit and seizes her arm.

“I-I think I’m gonna..” She says, her breath catching.

“It’s okay, I gotcha,” he says. Her veins are too sunken back. There's no way he’s going to be able to get an IV in.

“I don’t wanna die," she hiccups. “Please, I don’t wanna die.”

His fingers press into her neck and find her pulse. It’s weak and thready. Her breathing is slowing down. She’s dying.

“I’ve got you,” he says, “I’m going to do everything I can to help you.” It’s a lie, because there's nothing he can do. She’s lost too much blood, and she’s bleeding out internally, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

“‘M sorry, Exha-Joseph.” Her voice wavers, and she starts to cry even harder. “Please, I don wanna go,” A gasp escapes her blue tinged lips.

He wraps his hand around hers, bloody blue nitrile intermingling with shaking and cold flesh. “It’s okay Pat, I know it’s scary.” He comfortingly squeezes her hand. “I’ll be here to help.”

She whimpers, and she looks up at Joseph again. Her eyes are pleading, and she looks so desperate to keep living. Another tear rolls down her cheek, and she gasps again. “ ‘m, sorry. ‘M so sorry, ‘oseph.”

“It’s okay, you’re amazing, kid.” Tears well in his eyes, and he lets them fall. They both know what’s about to happen. He takes her in his arms, maneuvering her shaking body onto his lap.

“ ‘m sorry I couldn’t be better.” Her words are barely audible, voice raspy. She heaves another breath in, body almost convulsing with the eort.

“You were great, Pat. I couldn’t have been more proud of you.” He smiles down at her as the tears fall freely.

“Thank you, ‘oseph,” she slurs, blinking very, very slowly.

“Always, kid, always,” he chokes out, watching her eyes slide close. Her pulse is still there, but only barely.

“I love you, Pat.” Her breaths are getting further and further apart.“From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to be amazing.” He squeezes her hand, one last time.

A horrid, horrid silence passes over everything. “I’ve gotcha’”

Her chest rises.

“Always, yeah? Fucking always.”

It falls.

It doesn't rise again.

She’s dead.

She’s fucking dead.

The tears come harder, and he lets them. He yells, loudly and painfully. Anger erupts in his mind.

Why her? Fucking why!

Her skin is gray, muscles too relaxed. She looks so…almost…alive. There's a warm feeling on his thigh, where her legs are resting.

She’s pissed on him.

Carefully, he sets her down, closing her lifeless eyes and bowing his head.

Everything hurts. His mind is screaming.

“Exhale to Guardian, Exhale to Guardian,” he says into his coms, half on fire, half numb.

“Guardian on, location and report,” Martin’s voice responds.

He’s quiet for a very long second. “Surge is dead.” He grits his teeth. “Repeat, Pat is dead.”

The words land like a jetliner plummeting out off the sky

Martin orders him to return. They disregard the helicopter.

Everything is very quiet.

It doesn’t feel real.

It is.

***

The ride back is even quieter than the ride there. Everyone sits together, heads held low.

Even breathing seems wrong.

Halfway there, it hits him. This is why INSUPA uniforms are black. To hide the blood of those they let die.

It’s soaked into the lower half of his uniform from kneeling and sitting in it. The piss stain is still drying too, but its not as noticeable. His gloves were so sopping wet that it got under his fingernails. The smell of iron stills burns his nostrils.

He has to look horrible.

The words play over and over again in his mind.

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

By the time they arrive at the centre, everyone is crying. No one tries to hide it. It doesn’t matter.

Pat is dead.

Pat is dead and it was preventable.

Pat is dead, and it is partially their fault.

But mostly, it’s his.

He bypasses the locker rooms and starts to march straight for the council's office. They’ll pay for this, he’ll make them. The patch is heavy on his shoulder.

“Joseph, no!” Henle yells at him.

He keeps walking.

They yank him back, pressing him against the wall. “I can’t let you do this.”

“They let her die, Henle, what you let me to do!” Everyone is looking at them. It doesn’t matter.

They lean in closer. “You’re smarter than this.”

“Henle..”

“You charging into that office and punching the teeth out of them will not change anything. Not for the better, anyway.” Their face is deadly serious, though their eyes are bloodshot from crying.

Joseph is silent for a moment. “She’s dead, Henle.” He breaks, fracturing into a million pieces. The tears are like a waterfall. “I sat there, and she was crying and apologizing.” He wipes his eyes. “She said she was sorry.”

Henle pulls him into a hug, and Joseph lets him, still sobbing violently. “She looked so sad. She begged to live. She thanked me.” His mouth gapes open. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t…If I hadn’t encouraged her to…fuck…if I hadn’t…” He slowly melts to the floor, hyperventilating.

They don’t let go. “Hey, shhh, breathe with me, yeah.”

Joseph tries his best, carefully watching their chest, trying to match its movements. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“You’re okay.” They let go, and Joseph relaxes back into the wall. “How about we go get you cleaned up?”

He’s suddenly hyper aware of the dried blood itching his skin. He wants it off.

“Please, yeah.”

As he walks towards the locker rooms, he finds himself crying once again. The anger flares. It’s going to eat him forever.

She didn’t have to die.

She didn’t have to die.

She didn’t have to die.

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pairing: mission impossible x child!reader angst 2 fluff summary: two bad men kill your parents, so you’ve been stalking them ever since. one day, a team of people kill the bad men and take you to their base. that’s basically it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the rubble of an abandoned and run down building, two men with guns have a hostage in the seat between them. It squirms around like a worm. I can see it, I can watch it all unfold and do nothing, or I can intervene. I’m a wuss, so obviously I sit still and quiet like a statue. My breaths are balancing carefully.

The men don’t see me. The men are bad. I remember watching them before, killing my parents and leaving me to rot and die slowly and hungrily. That is why I watch, to study their patterns and then get the sweetest revenge. I know I said I was a wuss, but I’m working on it, okay? 

Concrete surrounds me like a cage, but I cannot move or else I will be noticed and shot down immediately. One man begins to shout. “Where are they? I thought they would be here with the money by now!” The other man listens, processes, and squabbles back, “Alright, who do you think I am, Sherlock Holmes? How should I know where these dudes are? I’m just as upset as you are!”

They continue on about this for a long time. A long, long time. Every word that slips out of their mouths is laced with anger, frustration, and maybe even a bit of rage too. These dudes are ugly, though. Unshaven beards, messy hair, and they smell like sweat. Apparently, they’re holding this dude named Micheal hostage, and they’ve called the FBI or something to come and collect him for money. Like, a lot of money. Like, a billion dollars, a lot of money. 

Honestly, I dunno who this Micheal guy is, and no offense to him, but he’s probably not worth a billion dollars. 

As they squabble, the door opens slowly, softly, quietly, and three (I think) people step into the room. One of the bad men takes notice, cocks his gun and points. “Take another step and you get turned into a cherry slush.” In an instant, the room is silent and unmoving as if it had frozen solid.

Poor Micheal has suffered through so much. I see his fingers are skinless and raw, stripped down to muscle almost, due to his attempts at escape. Not to mention his breaths are uneven, a telltale sign of indescribable fear. His head bobbles slowly through the stillness.

Probably, he is shaking and scared. I’ve been shaky and scared many times. I’ve been like him before. I wish I could say I haven’t. 

These men, these terrible men, took away everything from me. Everything, from my food to my family to the bed I slept on, taken away just like that. Like wind had blown below me and carried everything that was mine far, far away. Smells, tastes, experiences come rushing back to me like a waterfall, and it’s almost sickening. My mind is overflowing and I think I’m starting to cry. But I can’t, because that is wuss behavior, and I am not a wuss anymore. At least, I’ll try not to be. While I think, I remember to watch. And now, I can see the fight. Apparently, I’d gotten so caught up on thinking I’d missed the entire fact that there was a WHOLE DAMN FIGHT going on right in front of me. A man in all black beats up bad man number one, throwing him to the floor and causing him to spit up violet red blood. Another dude in just a suit just stepped on bad man number two’s frickin face and CRUNCHED IT? Dear lord. Ew.  There’s blood every where, and even more is splurting out because mystery dude in all black keeps beating the crap out of bad man number one, no breaks and no breaths taken. Eventually, bad man number one’s ribs break and he dies or whatever, leaving a girl to take the shroud off Micheal’s head and lead him out of the room after cautiously inspecting him for any serious injuries. Black-wearing mystery dude tells other mystery dude “D’you think we should check to see if there are any more hostages here? These sssickos could be keeping millions in here for all we know.” He slurred his words lazily, exhausted from the amount of hard work he had gone through just then. “Sickos?” The other mystery dude replied. “Is that what you call kidnappers and mass-murderers? Jesus, Ethan, call them what they are for once.”  As the two search behind boxes and rubble, I realize my head has been throbbing the entire time. My vision begins to blur and my eyes start closing. This can't be happening. Although I try to fight it, the drowsiness begins to wash over me like the waves at the beach wash over sand.  Before I completely pass out, I see blurry figures move rubble out of the way to discover my limp, curled up body sprawled on the hard floor in absolute agony.

Waking up, I feel the floor shift and rumble below me. As I turn my head to look down, my forehead begins to sting so badly I want to cry. “Hey, no, no, don’t move your head a lot. It’s a bit messed up right now,” I hear a familiar voice speak softly to me. Just then, a warm, gloved hand slides under my chin and pulls my face up. Upon feeling the warmth and seeing the man’s face, I melt. It’s the same man in all black who’d crunched bad man number one’s ribs. Oddly enough, I get some strange sense of comfort that sizzled as if it were bacon on a frying pan. It runs throughout my veins and creates a system my life almost relies on. It feels like a warm hug, nice soup, a fluffy blanket, all those things oozing into each crevice of my mind. I try not to look at people in the eyes, though, because it makes me uncomfortable. “My name is Ethan Hunt, but you can just call me Ethan. I promise you’ll be alright, because you’re under the care of the best.” He winks at me, attempting to lighten the mood. “Is everything alright back there?” A deep voice called from the front of the car. “We’re good, Luther. They just woke up.” Again, Ethan turns to me with the softest expression ever, and yet again I melt.

So apparently, there’s this whole government agency or whatever going on called IMF, or Impossible Mission Force. These dudes who rescued me, Ethan, Benji, Ilsa, and Luther, are all apart of this agency and had been sent on a mission to take down the bad dudes and save the hostage. So, on the way to their safe-house or whatever, I had to tell them my tragic anime backstory. Unfortunately, they are concerned about my mental health. I hate it when that happens. Sure my parents were brutally mauled right in front of my poor, young eyes and I was left to die in an empty, cold house, but that isn’t necessarily bad, right? I’ll get over it. On the bumpy ride, I figured out I only melted when I looked at Ethan, which was weird and yet understandable. He gives me a very protective dad kind of vibe. Everyone else I’m not so sure about. All of the rest, I believe, have hints of poison covered by the masks of their smiles. It’s not that they are rude or evil, I’m just not sure about them.

Now that we’re in the base, Ethan holds his hand out to me. Slowly, my fingers wrap around his and I sigh, knowing I shouldn’t trust a stranger like this. But he’s the only thing I have. I miss being held in caring arms, tucked in a warm embrace. Instead, all thats left for me is the feeling of hunger. Hunger for the love of another person. As he leads down a hallway, Ethan reminds me to keep my head straight. My shoes pad softly against the floor below, not making a sound. I guess that’s why the team nicknamed me “Ghost,” because I’m usually so quiet nobody hears me at all. That’s what a year of spying on evil men who’d shoot you at once if they heard you speak, breathe, or make any noise in the slightest does to you.

We make a turn to the left, stepping into a room neatly decorated in mostly white. The bed, which has light grey covers, is carefully made. A nightstand sits right next to it with a Himalayan salt lamp placed on top. The walls are decorated in plain ivory tapestry and wooden shelves with knickknacks lining them. A bean bag chair, the color of a perfect night sky, laid idly in a corner of the room next to a bookshelf filled with lengthy and sophisticated-looking books. At least, lengthier than what I usually read anyways. The decor was immaculate, and I slowly began to realize this room was for me. “Okay, this is our guest room. You can stay here, make yourself at home. Take off your backpack and put it down somewhere. I’ll be out here, looking up your records and telling my agency about your arrival.“

When he closes the door, leaving me inside the room, I remember my backpack. I always keep a backpack with me, containing medical supplies, art supplies, and small rations of food and water. That’s just how it is when you’re traveling everywhere alongside two dudes who don’t know you still exist.  My hands reach to my shoulders, pulling off the sleeves of my backpack from my back. Placing it down on the floor next to the nightstand, I remember how little sleep I’d gotten in the past week. Deciding to go to sleep, I crawl weakly into the bed and immediately drift into the sweetness of near unconciousness.

Cold hands wrap around my sides. I feel it and yelp out. My eyes shoot open as small beads of sweat begin to form on my temples. In front of me, I see Benji, holding his hands out in confusion. “Sorry, Ghost! I- uhm- we were starting to watch a movie and then- uhm- Ethan told me to come get you and take you to the living room where we were so that he could make sure you were okay. I didn’t mean to disturb you!” He apologizes profusely and I just stare at him with a nervous expression. “Well, maybe, you’d like to join us for the movie…?” I weigh the options in my mind. I could get some more sleep in this comfy bed, which would be pretty nice honestly, or I could watch a movie with a man who I think might be a new dad to me, which was also nice. Maybe I should spend time with Ethan and the team, I might be here for a while. Plus, it might get that weird feeling of mine out of the way. The one that makes me feel like Ilsa, Benji, and Luther are all untrustworthy liars. So, I nod my approval and begin to get up. “No! Ethan said that he didn’t want you messing up your head walking there, but since it doesn’t seem like I’ll be close to picking you up any time soon, I’m just gonna go get Ethan.” Benji began trotting out of the room, again leaving me alone in an awkward, impatient silence. Ethan is the only touch I feel comfortable with currently, since I am beginning to know it so well. My brain starts drifting off into sleep mode when suddenly Ethan walks into my room. “C‘mon sleepyhead, up you get!” He whispers softly. I felt my body being lifted into the air and then a sudden warmth being pressed against my side. The entire world started to shift as everything blows past me.  Before I knew it, (probably because I started to doze off) I was on the couch facing a wide TV. Ethan was sat down next to me, patting my head and smiling. He turns to the movie, which movie I do not know, partly due to the fact I am so, so tired. Slowly, slowly, I realize I kind of just want to sleep. Against most of my better judgement, I curl up against Ethan, my head beginning to nestle into his stomach. The amount of joy I feel rivals all of my survival instincts, but then everything was starting to sluggishly melt away like pouring honey. “Goodnight, guys,” I thought to myself as the world around me faded into black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ haha this took me so long??? anyways tysm anon for requesting this it was super fun to write! hope u like it!

[aclosetfan]

Welcome back!! I hope everything has been well for you. I missed you and your writing and I’m so glad your back! I can’t wait to see what you make of this prompt! (Greens)“I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear” I was thinking butch-centric but I’m fine with whatever

prompt 1: "I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear”

a/n: ha! I did it! I lost the thread a little bit while writing it because i think I'm funny, but I actually wrote something for fun little victories

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“Dude,” Butch squinted in the direction Blossom was pointing, “I can’t see jack fuckin’ shit.”

“Butch, your glasses,” Brick let out a long sigh, “just put on your glasses.”

“My wha?—oh yeah!”

“I forgot you wear glasses!” Bubbles chimed in with a smile, peeking around Blossom.

Butch shrugged, rooting around his pockets, “Eh, I hardly wear them.”

“Why not?” Blossom asked, letting her arm fall back to her side as they waited.

“Because someone always aimed for my face when we were kids.”

“And you’re welcome,” Buttercup snorted, crossing her arms. “Those wiry little frames always made you look like the biggest—oh, um,” She paused mid-sentence as Butch pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Yeah, yeah,” He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust, “do you know how many pairs of glasses you broke? Mojo still gets on my ass about—what’s your problem?” He sneered, taking in her wide eyes and red face.

“Um—” Her gaze snapped away, and a girlish giggle escaped her, “—I, uhhhh, um—” She shot her smirking sisters a panicked look.

Butch tsked at a smudge on one of his lenses, removing his glasses momentarily to wipe it away with the end of his shirt. He shivered when cold air hit his navel.

“Ummm, what,” He mocked, blowing on the lenses and rubbing the glasses again before shoving them back on his face.

Something like a squeak came out of Buttercup’s mouth, and she whipped her head around to face her sisters. Practically hysterical, she made panicked gestures toward him.  

“Haha, yep,” Bubbles nodded, bouncing on her toes.

“Nice of you to catch up, Buttercup,” Blossom snorted, propping a hand on her hip.

“But for how long!”

“It happened when we turned fourteen,” Blossom hummed.

“Hey,” Brick hissed, “aren’t you gay?”

Blossom smirked and looked Butch up and down, “What? Just because I don’t like the product, I can’t enjoy the packaging?”

“Wait! But how am I just finding this out!” Buttercup cried, shooting him a quick look before covering her mouth with a gasp, “Oh! Ha—” she let out another nervous laugh, “—oh no.”

“Aw, Butters, don’t worry, you’ve always been a late bloomer,” Bubbles cooed sympathetically.

Blossom nodded in agreement, “Better late than never.”

“No,” Brick warned, “No. All three of you, stop it.”

Butch’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, “What, uh, what’s going on? Why are you acting so—”

Brick used his fingers to literally snap his attention away from Buttercup, “Hey! Hey! No. Stop thinking right now! I think enough for all of us, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about them, alright—” He shot the girls a look and gestured to the sign Blossom had been pointing at earlier, “—isn’t there a sign you wanted us to be reading?” Brick didn’t wait for an answer, “Because there’s a sign you wanted us to be reading, so you tell your horndog sister to stop all her disgusting, impure thoughts about my sweet little brother, okay, and get your asses back to the hero shit before you start confusing him and tainting all his dumb little thoughts. We don’t have—we don’t have time for all this heterosexual nonsense. We all agreed to that, remember? Remember the agreement? You’re breaking the agreement!”

Buttercup squeaked, covering her face—so red, it was practically purple—with her hands, “Please don’t just say it like that!”

Butch’s eyebrows shot up, “Please? Did she say please?”

Brick shushed him, “I said, no thinking!”  

“Okay, so—” Blossom argued with Brick, “—we came to that agreement when we were ten, fully aware these two idiots wouldn’t catch up until later, so they weren’t a part of that. We agreed they weren’t a part of that.”

“Well, now, they’ve caught up, so you’re breaking the agreement, and that means we get, like, fifty free passes to do bad guy shit.”

“Nope, nuh-uh,” Blossom jabbed a finger at Butch, “he hasn’t figured it out yet. Not at all.”

“He’s an idiot!” Brick snapped.

“So is she!” Blossom threw her hand towards Buttercup, “And she wouldn’t be having these thoughts right now if he hadn’t tempted her! That means you broke the agreement, so you gotta help us do fifty different acts of service!”

“Blossom!” Buttercup whined, ducking behind Bubbles, “Stop!”  

“No! Fuck this!” Brick threw his hands in the air, “We’re brokering a new agreement! We won’t be having any of this enemies-to-lovers bullshit happening in this group. We have a solid nemesis foundation, and just because she’s finally figured out she’s down to bone doesn’t mean she gets to ruin years of hard work.”

Buttercup choked on her spit at the same time Butch asked, “Wait, lovers? What? Seriously, what are we talking about?”

“HEY! ASSHOLES!” A voice cut through the bickering, “I’M STILL HANGING HERE!”

The group jumped at the sound of Boomer’s voice, who was hanging in a precarious position, tangled between the wires of the Townsville power plant.

“Fuck, I totally forgot about him,” Brick whispered.

“Oh, my goodness!” Bubbles slapped her hands to her cheeks, “We forgot about . . . wait—” Bubbles leaned into Blossom, “—who is that again?”

“DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”

“Right,” Blossom shook her head, “sorry, Boomer. Uh, does anyone—” she looked between them, “—what were we doing again?”

“The sign,” Buttercup, still refusing to look at any of them, whined from behind her hands, “We were talking about the sign.”

“Right!” Blossom snapped her fingers as she recalled the sign. She gestured to it again, pointing at the bright red, hard-to-miss skull and crossbones, depicting a voltage number powerful enough to kill even a superhuman.  

‘’Butch, can you please tell me what that sign says?”

“Oh, yeah, right. No prob, Bloss.” Butch looked at the sign, adjusted his glasses, studied it for a moment, and said, “Yep, says right here, reading’s for nerds.”

Buttercup let out a short, clipped laugh and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. With a panicked cry, she jumped from foot to foot, shaking her hands like she had just touched something nasty, “It wasn’t even funny! Why am I laughing? He’s not even funny! He wears glasses and he’s tall, Buttercup, stop it! He’s just tall! That’s it!”

Blossom huffed, ignoring her sister’s outburst, “It says this could kill him, so no, we’re not going to flip on the plant switch—” she used finger quotes to dryly mock him, “—just for funsies.”

[aneenasevla]

Red Velvet - Chapter 6

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Chapter 6 - Afterglow

When he finally managed to regain some coherence, he decided to take a look at his phone, just to kill time. There were several unread messages in his friend's group chat.

EggHead:

I'm heading to the airport

any sign of rihito?

GiantKiller:

He must be sorting things out with Miss Agata

Gigolo_Master:

he's taking too long

maybe something happened?

if it did, I hope it was something good 😎😎😎

EggHead:

I hope not

or I'll have to go back to give a statement to the police

Dickhead_Tokita:

huh

were you arrested again okubo?

EggHead:

nope

but maybe rihito is inside a ice-filled bathtub right now, after having his internal organs stolen 

Dickhead_Tokita:

wait what do you mean?

is she a cannibal?

GiantKiller:

OKUBO YOU'RE SCARING US

Dickhead_Tokita:

what

wait is it true then?

Gigolo_Master:

ffs okubo just say it's a joke

before kaneda starts to cry and ohma believes you

Dickhead_Tokita:

damn it, is it true or not?

Gigolo_Master:

it's not, okubo is just dicking around

she's just a normal woman

and okubo you jerk

stop being an anxious wreck and just wait for rihito to appear 

you being scared of this chick is annoying the shit outta me

we can’t be like that just because she's hornier than what we're used to

Dickhead_Tokita:

oh alright then 

fuck you scared me

I was already thinking about calling raian to hunt her down 

GiantKiller:

For god’s sake

Quit the organ trafficking nonsense already!

Dickhead_Tokita:

I'll be off, I have things to do

see ya

(@Dickhead_Tokita has left the chat)

GiantKiller:

See what you did? He got mad!

It's your fault, Okubo!

Ohma is well-connected

If he gets things wrong, we'll be screwed!

Gigolo_Master:

wait he didn't seem mad...

I'll talk to him, just a sec…

holy fuck he left the chat just cause he thought it was like turning off a phone LMAOOOOO

did no one teach that dumbass that you don't need to leave a group chat like that?

GiantKiller:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

This guy, I swear to God…

He's worse than my grandfather, I’m not even joking 🤣🤣🤣

EggHead:

LMFAOOOO

I can’t with this dude XD

@Mr_Iron_Fingers put him back on the chat when you see this

Lihito laughed to himself, a little quietly, because he hadn't yet fully recovered the strength to laugh out loud. It was a good thing he had turned off notifications on his phone, because otherwise he would have been forced to tear up his friends faces for ruining his fun. He sits straighter on the couch and starts typing.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

for fuck's sake

I'm here and I'm fine

calm the fuck down

GiantKiller:

Thank God, man 😭😭

Gigolo_Master:

hey dude

what happened?

did you talk to her?

you were pissed the other day

GiantKiller:

Yes, we were worried about that too

I hope you two managed to talk it out 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Gigolo_Master:

Yes. You seemed to enjoy her performance…

oh yeah, add Tokita again cause the idiot threw himself outta the chat ¬¬’’

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

lmao alright

fuckin dumbass

but anyway

we talked

got everything outta my chest

then some things happened

and I kinda forgot about my phone, sorry

but everything’s fine, don’t worry

I settled things down with her

(@Mr_Iron_Fingers added @Dickhead_Tokita to the chat) 

GiantKiller:

Again, thank God, man

Gigolo_Master:

Yeah. Okubo must be boarding the plane right now 

he'll show up later

hey, ohma, rihito is alive and well

Dickhead_Tokita:

oh alright then

so the woman’s nice

GiantKiller:

Yes, Ohma. Okubo made a stupid joke, but everything's fine now

Dickhead_Tokita: 

got it

Gigolo_Master:

and you don't need to leave the chat, man

disabling notifications if you're busy is enough

we thought you went looking for the Kure to save him or smth

Dickhead_Tokita: 

not yet, I was all confused

I didn’t know if you were joking or not

but ichiro’s fine, so it’s okay

GiantKiller:

I don’t know about you guys, but I feel really good about having a friend who can call professional assassins to help us

Gigolo_Master:

or to kill us if we annoy him enough…

GiantKiller:

😳😳😳

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

It’s Rihito, Tokita!

ffs dude

and yeah, I’m fine

but I’ll warn you guys so I don’t scare the crap outta you next time we meet

I kinda had an accident

my arm's all bandaged

a motherfucker slashed it while I was in the hood

GiantKiller:

Seriously? 😳

Are you okay??

Gigolo_Master:

oh shit O_O

Dickhead_Tokita:

better your arm than a kidney 

you were lucky

I'll leave now (not the chat)

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

you better not dumbass

and I'm not lucky, my arm's all fucked!

I might not be able to do any manual labor for the next few days

I'll leave ivan and komada in the lurch, damn

anyway, her ex-fuck buddy showed up while I was talking to her

dude was a fuckin pos, he was trying to beat her up and everything

I didn't let him, so he cut my arm with a fuckin pocket knife

then I broke his nose

that's what you get for trying me, bitch

Dickhead_Tokita:

Hell yea!

Gigolo_Master:

oh shit O_O x2

chick seems popular, just like me lmao

on the other hand, did you take care of your arm?

GiantKiller:

I guess so, if he said they sorted things out…🤔

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

yeah, like I said, my arm’s all bandaged

she helped me with that

guess that’s what you call gratitude LOL

a knight in shining armor, as they say

fuck

that sounded so fucking gay

forget what I just typed 

GiantKiller:

We can’t, it’s literally written here on the chat 🤭

Gigolo_Master:

we'll let it slide cause we know that wasn't all that happened

your arm got slashed, not your balls

and since that chick has a "velvet mouth" and everything...

I've got your number 😏😏

Rihito looks to the side with an unimpressed face. Himuro liked to act like a respectful friend to all women, but he was the one who picked up on perverted nuances faster than everyone else in that group.

Dickhead_Tokita:

🍹🍹

I can't actually drink right now

but kanami said these emojis get the point across, so cheers, dude

GiantKiller:

Haha, good one

I’m a lightweight drinker, so I’ll drink some water

But just pretending is fun 🍹🍹

Gigolo_Master:

me too 🍹🍹

Cheers to Iron Fingers, who got lucky and fucked 

…without getting too fucked up in the process! 

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMAO you guys are so full of shit

and to answer you, himuro

now you get why I went MIA right?

daddy was getting busy here!

she let me breath a little and went to take a bath LOL

Gigolo_Master:

holy shit dude you just said your arm is all fucked up

you should've settled and went only for a “banana smoothie” or something, if you go right for the main course your pressure would skyrocket

you’d bleed all over her floor

GiantKiller: 

Yeah man, I don't know the extent of your injury but go easy

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

but I went only for a "banana smoothie", guys

and for a "mango smoothie" too LOL

idk if she'll ask for the full package

but I can manage without pushing myself too much

don't you all say that I look like a bull?

bulls were made to be fucking ridden 🐂

Gigolo_Master:

y'know there's two ways to ride a bull right? LMAO

from above and from behind 😏

GiantKiller:

Oh my God 😳

too much details, guys

Gigolo_Master:

he's the one saying he's a bull

the joke wrote itself LOL

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

GO FUCK YOURSELF HIMURO

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT STUFF

Gigolo_Master:

you’re the one who started with that bull shit, literally LMAO 

anyway, we’re more relieved now, right, guys?

GiantKiller:

Yes, and so will be Okubo when he reads all these texts

Dickhead_Tokita: 

👍🏼

call us if you need anything

but not now cause I’m eating 🍖🍖

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

yeah, I will, thanks

and egghead's such a worrywart

tell him that I’m fine, when he’s back

he needs to focus on his press conference

if he loses that championship belt I'll beat the crap outta him

GiantKiller:

He will see the messages when the plane's staff allows it, don't worry

At least you let us know you're alive, so we're good

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

alright then 

she turned off the water

I’ll go now

talk to you guys later

…

Akane came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, a towel tied around her torso, feeling refreshed. And she finds him sitting on the couch, looking relaxed and with his pants back up again, but his sweatshirt was still on the floor. He seemed to have loved the softness of the plushy upholstery, as he was looking at his phone, laughing to himself.

She looks at him for a second and decides not to bother, opening the bedroom door just a little, enough for her to hear his voice. She hears him letting out a tired groan, the sound of the upholstery creaking indicating that he was stretching.

"Hnnn... this porn-ish couch feels really nice..."

"If you want, I know where to find more of these, and even cheaper than this one," She says from inside the room "And less 'gay' too, since you worry so much about that."

She hears the upholstery creak again, louder this time, and was amused to imagine him jumping in surprise.

"Uh... that would be nice, 'cause the couch in my apartment is as hard as a rock, haha... and a discreet one would also be good. You understand, right? But look, this furry monster here is awesome! My back couldn't be happier..."

"Yeah, I got that, Rihito," He hears her laugh, and her hand appears on his field of vision, opening the door and getting out of the room, leaning against the door frame "And yes, there are pretty nice couches that look more sober. I've already found several, this one was just really 'me', y'know. And you can stretch out as much as you want in it," She was wearing a shirt with the phrase 'Don’t be scared, my tits are big because of my heart' written on it, and it was so loose that it looked like a dress on her. Her loose hair had lost the shape of those spring-like curls, now looking more naturally curled... and the heavy-ish makeup was gone; in its place there was only a pair of glasses shielding a pair of light brown eyes. She was still that blonde, dark skinned with well-painted nails Gyaru, but the look was completely different.

"... Huh?," He blinks, caught completely off guard when he sees her in that casual attire, without being all dolled-up... and with those glasses on her face "Uh.. jeez, is it really you? Damn, for a second I didn't recognize you, haha!"

She laughs "Well, every heroine needs a secret identity, right?," she winks at him again "Or did you think that I get all dressed-up to go to the bakery every morning? Come on, buying bread dressed like that, on top of being a waste of looks, is ridiculous."

He blushes a little at that, looking away.

"Well, can you blame me? You could've been committed to the gyaru style twenty-four seven for all I know! But it's okay, I was just a little surprised... and oh, so you actually were using contact lenses," He smiles, gesturing to her glasses.

"Well, yeah. And who said I'm not committed? It's my way of life, man," she approaches him, leaning over to look at him in a serious way, albeit not angry "And I go to work just like you saw me. This is my 'homey' look," she adjusts her glasses, looking like Kaede for half a second "Besides, it's a pain to keep adjusting glasses like a secretary, so the lenses are more practical. Why not commit to the style too?"

"Oh... fair enough," He nods, his mouth suddenly dry. Holy shit... did he have some type of fetish for women who wore glasses and was only realizing it now? That would explain his long-ago crush on Kaede... and why was he suddenly overcome with a sudden urge to hold Akane's face in his hands and kiss it, right there, on the bridge of her nose...

Holy shit, where did that outbreak of sissy thoughts come from?! He shakes his head, trying to smile to hide his embarrassment.

"But seriously, they look really good on you."

"Thank you," she smiles "I like to look good in everything I wear. From head to toe," she sits next to him, close to his good arm, and fixes her hair, sighing in a satisfied tone.

"Hehe... a total commitment, right? I like people with this kind of mindset," He leans a little towards her, smiling sideways "I'm into that too. That's why I never stopped bleaching my hair, not after high school or college..."

"Huh?," she blinked, surprised "Wait, you went to college? "

"Uh… yeah?" He turns to her, a bit confused "I majored in Business Administration in Teito University, no big deal…"

"TEITO!?," she shouts, jumping a little on the couch "Oooh yeah, that's just one of the biggests universities in the whole country, no big deal at all.. man, you're either a genius or a lucky bastard," she looks to the side "I think the former is more likely...," she raises an eyebrow smiling.

"Bro, why is everyone so surprised when they find out about this?," He snorts, grunting "And yeah, I'm just lucky, I came in last place on the call list. As I said, no big deal."

"But you still got in, man! That already makes you a bit of a badass, you know? I barely graduated high school, I even got held back a grade," she pushes him to the side, pouting a little "But that doesn't mean that, despite knowing a lot, you don't have things to learn... and that I don't have things to teach," She smiles, now looking happier "I hope you liked the lessons. I want you to become a 'Hot Blonde' from now on."

He blushes a little, again making that adorable expression of an idiot who wasn't used to receiving a sincere compliment, especially from the opposite sex. He scratches the back of his head.

"Haha, thanks! I almost got held back too, both due to low grades and absences, so you don't need to think badly of yourself for that, hehe. And...," He turns his head a little to the side, smiling lasciviously "And I liked the lessons. I really, really did. So much so that I would love to have a few more of 'em, just to reinforce the contents…"

Akane smiles, also in an adorable way "Okay...," she smiles even more, mainly because she had gotten exactly everything she wanted. A cool, fun friend, who didn't find her way of being strange or off-putting, and who also had good attributes... and who also wanted to bang her more often, of course. She then made a decision "Oh, since you gained a little bit of my trust... here," she gets up from the couch, going to grab her phone from the kitchen counter "My main number. Now you can send me a text to make an appointment, if you feel like it. Then we'll meet for a friendly Match of Kama-Sutra," she laughs at her own joke.

Rihito stares at her phone with an expression of absolute disbelief, his mind freezing like an overloaded operating system, taking a while to process what was happening.

Did... did he had just gotten a girl's number? Her real phone number, without it being a fake number given to mislead him, or a telemarketer number or some shit like that?!

Damn, he had definitely died and gone straight to heaven! His friends would raise bottles of sake in front of his grave in celebration of his success in the afterlife!

"Wow... here, take mine too!," He grabs his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt on the ground, all smiles "This way we can keep talking. And I'm up for this friendly match. But I'll let you know that I have a great history of victories," He laughs mischievously.

Akane laughs too, leaning against him "Can I consider myself a Master, then?," She laughs louder "Alright, here," she gives him her number "I mean, you might also want to gossip about your friends to someone, or you might want to ask for tips about Gyarus in general. That's what a F.B. is for too," she playfully touch his arm with her elbow.

"F.B...? Oh, fuck-buddy!," He nods, now felling even more exultant "So we're fuck-buddies now? That's great to know, hehe. It's hard work, but I'm willing to do it," He jokes, lifting his chin a little and then laughing. And then he leans closer to her, one hand reaching up and caressing her thigh slowly. Yes, her teachings had really penetrated that thick skull of his "And of course you are a master. A master of the Leg Lock freestyle..."

She laughs loudly, her hand over her mouth "You bet! and you're going to be a master of the Hip Wrench style. Seriously, your strongest points are your hips and fingers, so don't be shy about using them. And don't be ashamed of it because no sane woman who has tried it will say anything bad about it. I guarantee you that."

He had to hold himself back from rocking back and forth on the couch, he was so happy. He tries to compose himself, clearing his throat and nodding, his hand still firmly on her thigh, "You can leave it to me, you'll be proud of your student. And yes, fingers are my ace in the hole, as you've already seen for yourself, hehe. I just want to know if the main part needs some polishing too. It turns out that we haven't gotten to that part of the subject yet, haha."

"In general, no," She says after pondering "Just the basics about not getting too carried away too soon is good enough. Oh, and varying rhythms is great. This way you can guess which one makes her moan louder. Some women cum with your pace alone but others don't, so you have to start slow. It's not an exact science, so it's really about following the rhythm of the dance. Oh, and of course, hearing “ooh, Rihito, harder” is always a great sign," she laughs again.

He laughs too, in a playfully tone "Hahaha! Okay, noted! Seriously, it was really worth it. I was pissed a few days ago, and a little upset... but now I understand that that's just the way you are. Honest as all hell..."

"Hnm-hmmm," she nods while siting on his lap, without really touching his body with hers "And honestly, I no longer have the patience to sugarcoat things beforehand, you know...? Yes, friendship, respect and mutual consent are still perfectly valid, but once everything is right...," she looks at him in the eyes, one hand on the wall behind him "It seems much more practical that way," the other hand puts his good arm around her waist, without actually teasing him. He could feel the difference clearly.

Rihito swallows a little, his throat dry again. What she didn't know was that he tended to get aroused by the smallest of stimuli... and it was better if she remained unaware, otherwise she would think he was as desperate as a virgin teen.

The truth was that he was happy to know he wasn't dealing with a woman who cared more about playing coy than delivering clear messages. He was a very simple man, after all, and mixed signals left him confused, frustrated and prone to doing stupid things that scared off the women around him... but it wasn't like it was their fault. The conclusion left him somewhat amazed.

"Yeah... I agree... and seriously, I'd give you a good shag right now if my arm wasn't fucked up. Leave it for another time, haha."

"Hm-hmm… we'll have other opportunities," she gives him a peck, then looks at his hair "Hey, can I take a closer look?," She asks; he seemed to care about his hair as much as she did about hers... 

"Oh... sure, go ahead," He nods, lowering his head to let her take a look at his roots, his hands on her hips, but not holding her in place. He seemed to be following her lead, allowing closeness without sexual overtones behind it. It was a Herculean effort, but Rihito really wanted to improve, and there was no better time to start than now.

His hair was cut messily, unruly and spiky, arranged in a classic mullet at the nape of his neck. Amateurly bleached hair could become dry and brittle, and although she concluded that it would need moisturizing soon, this particular job wasn't done badly.

"Hmmm," she evaluates "It’s… actually better than I expected. You said you’ve been doing this since high school, right?," When he confirms, she nods "Yeah, the experience paid off here, and it seems to have good fiber (gosh, I envy men's hair at this point) but you'll need to take care of it later. And you better go to a barbershop soon, you need a haircut. And also touch up the hairdye, the roots are starting to show their color. Overall it looks good on you, and since you like this style, it's better to keep it well-groomed, right?"

"Uh... yeah, true. But I had never paid much attention to these things," He comments, and she notices that he had become limp on the couch, since she started running through the strands of his hair with her fingers with long, well-manicured nails. He had even closed his eyes, his tone of voice a little sleepy "I just bleach it, go to the barbershop and tell the barber to do his thing, nothing more. I'm not a woman or a fag to worry about this sort of thing, haha..."

"That's where you're wrong...," She squeezes his cheeks "A guy with good hair is a sign of good health and care with personal hygiene, you know? Or do you think we don't notice these things?"

"... Really?," He blinks, looking sincerely surprised "I thought women only care if the guy take showers or if he has a big dick…"

"Haa-ha-haaa!," she tightens her grip "Not really, my dear. The thughs from my hood are all macho and what not, but for what?," She pretends to do that classic pose with a comb in her hair, pouting a little "Their hair looks like stone blocks, but made of gel. And it sucks. In fact, I saw two of your friends who have wonderful hair too."

"Oh... if you're talking about the tanned guy, Himuro, that metrosexual jerk uses more products in his hair than all the woman I know," Rihito snorts "And the worst thing is that it's not even funny to make fun of him, he bangs more girls than everyone in our friend group combined. But... wow...," He suddenly opens his eyes wide, seeming to realize something "I wonder if that's why he... holy shit..."

"Huhum, exactly, darling. That's why we call him Hot Stuff," she laughs, now absentmindedly working his jaw with her nails, while looking at him "And the guy with black hair too, is he your friend or is he just Butch's boyfriend? I only saw him in a pic."

"Tokita? Yeah, he's one of my friends too, despite being an asshole who refuses to give me a rematch," He snorts again, but without so much indignation this time. He was still flabbergasted by his discovery "And yeah, he is Miss Kanami's boyfriend. How he managed to get a girl like that, being such a dumbass, is a mystery."

"Oh, so he's like you?," She laughs in his face.

"What- fuck, woman, you’re awful, y'know?!," He complains with a pout "One moment you soften my ego, and the next you kick it's ass. You're a master of this game of praising and criticizing..."

"Leopards are like that... I thought you liked it," she smugs "And you also have the potential to become hot, you just need to use what you have well."

Although he was slightly offended at not being classified as one of the “hot” ones, her making it clear that he had the potential to reach that level served to cushion the blow. He smirks, running a hand up her back in an insinuating caress.

"Heh, I'll try. If I'm fuck-buddies with a hot girl now, it's only fair that I work to stay at her level too."

"Of course…," she kisses him, a little more willingly, but then she pulls away, her hand patting his face "Now let’s eat, I haven’t had lunch yet because of that shit at the salon's door. I went to grab my lunch, and then I got back only to see Mrs. Jin kicking you out."

"Oh... I kind of already ate before coming here and...," He starts to say, but he's interrupted by his traitorous stomach, which growls loudly. His face heats up as if it had been placed in a pan of boiling water "Uh... but I accept the invitation."

Shit, he always forgot he usually got hungry after sex. He sits at the counter that was the house's dining room/kitchen. The funny thing is that he didn't even need to take half a step to get to that space, it was a hilarious observation, but he kept it to himself. She picked up the bags and began to pull the contents out.

"Good thing you brought cookies. We can share my plate and then have dessert. I don't think I can cook something quick and good enough for both of us, I didn't even go grocery shopping this week," she says, looking embarrassed "I didn't even expect you to come to my house either, but I'll prepare myself better next time," her cheeks get more flushed.

"It's okay, I'll settle for just a few bites. I ate before I came here. And... jeez...," He suddenly laughs, putting a hand on his face "I even made fun of Tomori, pretending I was going to steal some cookies from that box, and now here you are, offering them to me, hahaha! Her threats were of no use in the end!"

She laughs "Seriously, would you steal my cookies? Tomori would choke you if she knew," She arranges the food on the counter "She is very overzealous with her creations, and she takes the things she does really seriously."

"No, I just said that to annoy her. And yes, that girl gets pissed as hell if you mess with her orders, so I wasn't going to miss the opportunity, hahaha!" He shakes his head, still laughing "The good thing about having a friend who's dating is that you get some quality material for your jokes."

"Heh," She smiles "There you go. Bon appétit," she put a plate on the counter, and there were a rice cake, some side dishes and some biscuits on it.

He doesn't wait for a second invitation, helping himself and eating happily. And as he promised, he takes only a few bites, more to try it than anything else.

"Hnnn... her cookies are really good, aren't they?," He comments with a smile "We usually make fun of Okubo, saying that she won him over first by his stomach before any other part of his anatomy, hahaha."

"It’s one of the truths of the world," She responds, agreeing "That saying is real, after all. But I'm terrible at cooking something like Kanami and her, so I have to conquer it by being eaten myself," she laughs, her hand in front of her mouth "I think I have other good qualities too, but when they look for my bed, it's because of my mastery of the Kama Sutra," she winks at him.

He swallows a little too loudly, and picks up another rice ball, laughing again.

"Your Leg Lock is something worthy coming back for, not gonna lie. But it's nice to talk to you too. And you're a good listener. It's something I had to learn too...," He scratches the back of his head again "I talked a lot about myself, but I heard almost nothing from you..."

"What do you want to know?," she continues eating "It's not like I hide much, either," she adjusts her glasses.

He nods, seeming to think hard... and then he asks, arching an eyebrow, genuinely curious, "Is it true that Tomori and you were rival delinquents during high school? And that you fought each other before becoming friends? Because holy shit, I thought only guys made friends like that!"

"Yes, women too. Now, you've probably never seen two girls fighting. When boys fight, you just need to separate them, and that's it. They'll probably say shit about each other's mom's afterwards, but the fight is pretty much over after that. But when girls decide to throw hands... bro...," she puts her hands on her face "They go for the fucking kill! They wanna destroy each other because other tactics didn't work. When a woman decides to fight physically, it's because things have escalated to an absurd level. Scratching, biting, pulling each other's hairs, choking, that's all we have. It's wild, to say the least."

He laughs in disbelief, out loud; the mental image was quite a scene "Yeah, I can see that, hahaha! But it's too surreal to think of that cute girl trying to beat the shit out of someone clearly taller and stronger than her. You, on the other hand, look pretty badass. I had those scratches on my back for a few days to prove it, hehehe!"

"Yeah, I've always been a Gyaru, you know? Since birth, because my skin was always tanned like this, and then I went to the beach every weekend to increase it. I hate artificial tanning, you know. And Tomori went through a phase where she was basically Satan's spawn, and she liked boys like the ones from my neighborhood, she even got a tattoo, hehe... so I think you already know the story, but still... we started liking the same boy. He acted all grown-up and cocky, and we thought it was the coolest shit ever," she blushes with embarrassment "That was when we became rivals. And yes, when I finally got a kiss from him, that crazy bitch came at me with a fucking baseball bat. I didn't let that slide, of course. We beat the everloving shit out of each other and got suspended from school for that." 

"Wow, so you don’t do artificial tanning? It's just excess melanin then, like with Himuro. In your case, it's hot as hell," He smiles a little mischievously, before continuing "And yeah, Okubo said that Tomori told him that she was unhinged when she was a teenager, but we didn't really believe it. At least until I saw the tattoo myself, one day when we were at Miss Kanami's house and she was wearing a skirt. I was so stunned that I kept staring, and Egghead thought I was ogling his girl. Dumbass almost punched me! Anyway...," He shakes his head "Fighting over boys, huh? That dude mustn't been worth it, if you became friends and he's nowhere to be found nowadays."

"You hit the nail on the head," she snorts "Especially a few days after, when we went back to school, and we discovered that the fucker had five… five!," she spreads her hand, pointing to each of her fingers "Five different girlfriends, one in each place. And they weren't just fuck-buddies, each one of them gave him a Valentine's Day gift and everything. And neither knew of the other's existence, dude was a piece of shit of the highest caliber."

Rihito, in another situation, would laugh and congratulate the guy for his courage and cluelessness. But he felt that was not the right answer. And he really needed to stop having those kinds of thoughts, if he wanted to be someone better and more interesting to the opposite sex. He simply shakes his head, his eyes bulging. 

"Holy shit, five? Is he still alive even after being caught? Where I come from, a motherfuck would've his dick chopped off for something like that.

"Oh, but we didn’t let it lie. Tomori and I joined forces and beat the crap outta him, so much so that he ended at the hospital. We caught him outside of school, so the school board didn't find out. And he didn't say anything either, 'cause a man who got his ass beat by a woman would become even more of a laughing stock back then. But we gave him a black eye and if he hasn't had a child to date, it was because Tomori was the one who hit him in the nuts with her trusty baseball bat. Then after that we went to drown our sorrows at a Ramen restaurant. We've been best friends ever since."

He sees when Rihito shivers, closing his legs tightly, a hilarious expression of horror taking over his face, which has turned pale. 

"Holy shit... I will never make fun of that girl again in my life. And I'm going to warn my pal about that too, damn it... but anyway...," He swallows hard, laughing with a certain nervousness "Friendship forged in fire, right? Few bonds are stronger than that, hahaha. I should've imagined it, but when she told me about you, the first image that came to my mind was of someone as tiny and cute as her... I'm glad I was wrong!"

"Hahaha... I can be cute too if I want," she smiles, adjusting her glasses out of habit "But my cuteness is much less... cute than hers. But we share many common tastes too. She and I love dancing, playing baseball (it's fun), going to the beach, going out shopping or to restaurants... one of our favorite pastimes when we were teenagers was buying clothes at thrift stores or getting materials to  customize our own clothes. I still make my own to this day."

"Heh... yeah, I can’t deny that I thought you were cute when you were patching up my arm. It almost made it worth getting razored. Almost," he hardens the biceps of his good arm, the muscles becoming even more prominent "But otherwise, these are very feminine, normal pastimes. I even think she helped you choose that pink monster back there," He indicates the pink couch in the living room with his thumb.

"Hahaha, no, I chose it myself, but Tomori was with me at the store. That's when I got this apartment. Of course, we went to furnish it straight from the thrift store. Usually in stores you only find standard, boring things, but in thrift stores there are even custom-made things that people throw away on a whim, still in excellent condition. I just had to clean it, and then it was brand new. Now it's my favorite furniture."

"Yeah... it kind of became my favorite too," He gives her a wink, smiling naughtily "That vintage, 'straight out of a porn movie' couch..." 

She laughs "Yeah, if you think like that... and as you've seen, it's pretty comfortable. But anyway... you know where I work, but what about you? You majored in Business Administration, so you're probably an office guy, am I right?

"Nah, I actually work at a fridge. Have you heard of SF Cold Storage? That's the place," He smiles "It's me and two other guys, just earning our daily bread and working out a little after the workday is over."

"Never heard of it, but maybe one day I'll pay you a visit," she nods "And wow, you're actually a pretty decent guy. I was prepared for anything, I knew almost nothing about you, and it's always good to be careful around these parts. But it's not like this is the middle of hell, it's a liveable place."

"Hey, I try! If I were to live solely on fight commissions, I wouldn't have enough to cover all the bills. And trying to be nice isn't a sacrifice, c'mon," He scratches the back of his head "I'm a perverted bum, but even a perverted bum has to know how the real world works... and seriously, be careful, okay?," He looks at her, suddenly worried "If this place is as dangerous as you say, you have to watch for fuckers like the one at the salon...

"Nah, he was an odd case, and I know how to take care of myself. I've lived here for years. Eight, I guess... yeah, something like that. And I have some friends here, from my high school days. Didn't I tell you I was a delinquent? Nowadays, these friends of mine are hard boiled thugs. They didn't even finish school, but everyone around here knows who I am. In fact, the jerk you beat the shit out of was one of them, but he had been kicked out of the gang when he tried to force himself on a random chick. The gang leader was fucking pissed, he was out of line with their principles. And as he was my fuck-buddy before that, he thought I wasn't in the gang's 'no touch' list and decided to try his luck. Thank fuck he found your fist instead of my mouth, hahahaha," she laughs devilishly "No, really, thanks for that. That bastard thought I would want swaps after I got rid of them... "

"Damn, girl... that's some crazy ass story," His eyebrows were high up, very close to his hairline "And it's a good thing that son of a bitch was kicked out of that gang, because me beating him up could cause problems for you... and for me too, now that I'n stoping to think about it," He blinks. And then he shrugs "Eh, fuck it, I can take care of myself too. And you're welcome," He smiles again "Again, it didn't cost me anything other than a few days taking care of my arm. Although the Hairspray Squad in that salon could take care of that fucker and leave him in an even worse state than I left him in."

"Yeah, you bet. We came together for that very reason. Like I said, decent men are in short supply here in the neighborhood," Akane sighs, and then smiles again "That said, I'm happy you came. I got a fuck-buddy and the rest of the day off. I think I'm going to buy something at the supermarket and take care of a few things... since...," she looks at his arm "I'm going to have to settle for just foreplay today."

"... You know you don’t need to, right?," He suddenly leans towards her, his gaze lewd "Since I'm playing the student and you, the teacher, we can continue in the same way. I promise I'll behave and stay quiet while you have fun with me," He smugs, showing those “little fangs” again "If I'm your fuck-buddy now, I have to play the part accordingly, hehe."

"Oh, but today’s lesson has already been taught," she pushes him back to make him straighten up "And look, can I be honest with you?," She cuckles in a sudden fit of shyness "I don't think I'll ever want to keep doing it the whole night long again. Not that I didn't like it, quite the contrary, but I was a wreck the next day, and I really don't have the stamina for that," she laughs coquettishly again.

He blinks. And then he laughed heartily, practically swelling with pride right before her eyes.

"Ahahaha, sorry about that! I kind of forget that not everyone has the stamina of a fighter. But remember that it was you who asked for it, and for an encore the next morning. I only met the demand," And again he goes to touch her thigh.

"I know!," she laughs again "I thought I could handle it, and I actually did, c'mon. And you must have seen that I was on a roll, even more so after I saw the whole package, if you know what I mean. No, it's not just your dick".

He laughs even louder, and she's surprised when he grabs her, his arms around her waist, and brings her close to him. But she realizes that he wasn't groping her or getting too carried away. It was a bear hug, pure and simple. She gasped for a second, her eyes wide and her glasses misaligned, but she calmed down when she noticed his intentions.

"Yes, I saw it, and it was that night that I decided I wanted to see it more often, because I also was on a roll because of you! I take back what I said at that time, you hit hard, but you know how to care for wounds a lot more, hahaha!"

"Oh, of course," she smiles "We hit to correct and we care to conquer, that's my ninja way, after all...," she laughs softly at the reference. And she stays quiet, still blushing, while he hugs her. 

"... Did you just quote Naruto at me? Really?," He stares at her, then laughs again "But the reference was good, I'll give you that, hahaha! And you can hit when you need to, as long as the caresses at the end are pleasant... and...," He then realizes the situation they were in, with him grabbing her and keeping her pinned against his chest  "Shit, my bad. I forgot again," He let go of her, all awkward."It was just a hug, I swear."

She pulls him back, but only to lightly bite his nipple. "Rawn," and she lets him go when he jumps, smiling to herself "We're even," purrs, adjusting her glasses.

He touches the area where she had bitten him, dumbfounded... and then he opens a huge smile, his slightly sharp teeth practically sparkling "Oh, you fuckin' minx... I'm going to have so much fun with you from now on, just you wait..."

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