#like it's the. it's. fuck it's just so confusing to just. like a few times a year or whatever to have Those Feelings all of a sudden and

[rafes-slut]

You send your best friend nudes on aciddent

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader (Best Friends)

Summary: you wanted ro send nudes to guy you were talking to and without even realizing you sended them to rafe. He shows up at your house and he fucks you pretty

Warnings:(Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough, raw, and unprotected sex, Best friends-to-lovers tension, Possessiveness/jealousy, Strong language, Slight dominance themes, Mentions of nudes/sexting, Brief edging/denial)

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Your house was too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that made you restless, forcing you to find something—anything—to keep yourself occupied.

You had already scrolled through every possible social media feed, tried binge-watching a show, and even considered taking a nap, but nothing seemed to cure the boredom eating at you. The guy you’d been talking to—the one you had a… thing with—hadn't texted you all day, and for some reason, that only annoyed you more.

With a sigh, you plopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling before an idea popped into your head. A reckless, stupid idea. But an exciting one.

Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app, biting your lip as you hesitated. Then, without thinking too hard about it, you started posing, taking pictures of yourself—fully naked.

The longer you did it, the more confident you became, experimenting with angles, capturing the way the dim lighting cast shadows over your skin. By the time you finished, you were beyond pleased with how good you looked.

Your finger hovered over the screen as you scrolled through the pictures, feeling the rush of power that came with it. Maybe if you sent them to him—the guy you’d been talking to—he’d finally give you the attention you deserved.

Without another thought, you selected a few of your best shots and hit send.

The moment was thrilling. You smirked to yourself, placing your phone aside as you basked in the satisfaction of it all. You left your phone unattended for a while, assuming he’d take his time responding, so you didn’t bother checking right away.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone to see if he had replied, that your stomach dropped.

36 new messages.

But they weren’t from him.

They were from Rafe.

Your heart stopped. Your entire body froze as dread crept up your spine. Confusion clouded your mind until you clicked on his name, your blood running cold as you read the first message.

Rafe: Tell me you didn’t just send that to me.

Your breath hitched. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you scrolled.

Rafe: Are you serious right now?

Rafe: Fucking answer me.

Rafe: Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

Rafe: Are you out of your mind?

Panic overtook your senses as you finally understood what had happened. Your fingers shook as you scrolled up, only to confirm your worst nightmare.

You hadn’t sent those pictures to the guy you’d been talking to.

You had sent them to Rafe.

Your best friend.

The same Rafe who had seen you at your worst, who had been there through everything, who—until now—had never seen you like that.

You felt sick.

Rafe: I swear to fucking God, tell me that was a mistake.

Rafe: Are you ignoring me on purpose?

Rafe: Do you even realize what you just did?

You stared at the messages, paralyzed with horror, your mind racing with what to do. There was no taking it back. No pretending it never happened.

Your phone buzzed again, and another text popped up.

Rafe: I’m coming over.

Your stomach flipped.

Oh. Fuck.

You barely had time to process the messages before loud, impatient knocking shook your front door. Your heart jumped into your throat.

Shit.

Rafe was already here.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled off your bed. You weren’t even dressed—still completely bare from your little photoshoot. With no time to properly throw on clothes, you grabbed the first thing within reach—an oversized shirt that smelled faintly of cologne. Rafe’s cologne. It was probably his shirt, one he had left behind on one of the countless nights he crashed at your place.

You barely managed to pull it over your head, the hem brushing mid-thigh, before the knocking got louder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open the damn door."

His voice was sharp, edged with something you couldn’t quite place—urgency, frustration… something more.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the shirt, schooling your expression into something nonchalant. Like you didn’t just send your best friend a full spread of naked pictures. Like you weren’t freaking the fuck out inside.

You swung the door open, greeting him with a bright, innocent smile. "Hey, Rafe."

His eyes flickered over you immediately, scanning your barely covered frame. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. "You’re fucking joking."

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "About what?"

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a sharp breath before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. "Don't do that. Don't act like you didn't just—" He stopped himself, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his eyes dragged down your body again, lingering on your bare legs.

You crossed your arms, biting back a smirk. "Didn't just what?"

His jaw ticked. "Send me those pictures."

You shrugged. "It was an accident."

His blue eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous. "An accident?" He took a step closer, forcing you back slightly. "Tell me, how exactly do you 'accidentally' send someone half a dozen nude pictures?"

You swallowed hard, nerves creeping up your spine, but you refused to back down. You weren’t about to let him see how flustered you were. "I meant to send them to someone else."

His expression darkened, something flickering behind his eyes at your words. His voice dropped, lower, rougher. "Yeah? Who?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly, saying his name—the guy you’d been talking to—felt wrong. The way Rafe was looking at you, staring through you like he was barely holding himself together, made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t prepared for.

His fingers twitched at his side. "Who were they meant for?"

You hesitated. "It doesn’t matter."

"Like hell it doesn’t," Rafe snapped, stepping in again, this time leaving no space between you. Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his chest barely brushing yours. His gaze flicked to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking onto your eyes again. "You were really about to send those to some other guy?"

Your mouth felt dry. You blinked up at him, struggling to find your voice. "It’s not a big deal—"

His laugh was humorless. "Not a big deal?" His fingers curled at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. "You seriously don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what?" You whispered.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched so tightly you swore he might break his teeth. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Don’t ever send shit like that to another guy." His voice was low, dangerously soft. "Not when you have me."

Your heart stuttered. "Rafe—"

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly like he was at war with himself. His grip on your chin tightened just enough to make you dizzy. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

You swallowed, your skin buzzing under his touch. "I—"

"You think I didn’t like it?" He scoffed, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "You think I’m mad because I didn’t want to see you like that?"

Your stomach flipped.

He leaned in, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I’m mad because now I can't stop fucking thinking about it."

A sharp breath left your lungs.

His other hand trailed down, gripping the hem of your—his—shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The second you didn’t tell him to stop, Rafe took that as a green light.

Before you could process it, his hands gripped your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the floor. A startled gasp left your lips as he placed you on the nearest surface—the hallway counter—knocking over a few things in the process.

Your legs instinctively spread, your oversized shirt riding up your thighs, exposing just how bare you were beneath it.

Rafe wasn’t blind. He saw everything.

And fuck, he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice how worked up you already were.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips as his hands slid up your thighs, fingers tracing your soft skin. "You didn’t even think about putting something on, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Almost like you wanted me to see you like this."

Heat crawled up your neck, but before you could snap back, his fingers were already moving.

Without hesitation, he slipped between your thighs, brushing against your slick heat. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as he ran two fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you were for him.

"Shit," Rafe groaned under his breath. "Look at you."

Your head tilted back slightly, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he teased you, his fingers barely dipping into you before pulling away again. Your hips bucked slightly, chasing the friction, and he chuckled.

"Needy, huh?"

"Rafe—" Your voice was a quiet plea, but he wasn’t feeling merciful tonight.

He pushed two fingers inside you with ease, the stretch making you gasp. He wasted no time, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that spot that made your entire body shudder.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. "Fuck, you’re already squeezing me."

Your legs twitched, the pleasure overwhelming as he pumped his fingers inside you, slow but deliberate. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small, calculated circles that made you whimper.

"Bet you weren’t even thinking about that guy when you took those pictures," he taunted, his pace never faltering. "Bet you were thinking about me."

You didn’t answer, but your body betrayed you—the way you clenched around his fingers, the way your thighs trembled.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours, but never closing the distance. "Say it," he murmured. "Tell me who you really wanted to send them to."

Your pride held on, but your body was already giving him the answer.

You didn’t answer his question. You couldn’t. Saying it out loud would mean admitting it—to him, to yourself. That you never meant for those pictures to go to anyone but him. That the only person you wanted to see you like this, touch you like this, was Rafe.

But your silence didn’t matter. Your body told him everything he needed to know.

You gasped, yanking his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you before you could tumble over the edge. Rafe’s brows furrowed, his fingers glistening in the dim light, but before he could question it, your hands found his waistband, tugging at his jeans.

He let out a low chuckle, but it was rough, almost breathless. "That desperate, huh?"

You ignored him, too focused on shoving his jeans down. The second they pooled around his ankles, you took a moment—your breath hitching as you took him in.

Fuck.

You already knew he was big, but seeing it—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip—had you swallowing hard.

Rafe didn’t give you time to think. He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the counter, spreading you wider. He didn’t bother with teasing or stretching you any further—he knew you could take it.

And you did.

The moment he pushed inside, a strangled moan left your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders.

"Shit," Rafe gritted, his fingers digging into your skin as he bottomed out in one sharp thrust.

It was rough. Raw. Deep.

He didn’t give you time to adjust—he pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, knocking the breath from your lungs. The counter rattled beneath you with every thrust, his grip bruising, his pace relentless.

"Look at you," he groaned, watching the way your body took him, how you clenched around him with every movement. "This is what you wanted, huh? Not him—me."

Your nails scraped down his back, a broken moan escaping as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.

"You feel that?" Rafe panted, his forehead pressing against yours. "This is mine. You're mine."

You couldn’t even argue.

Not when you were falling apart around him, your body trembling as you came, his name spilling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew.

And Rafe? He followed right after, burying himself deep, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, claiming you in every way possible.

[ssentimentals]

hellloooo can u please do idol!coups x reader for sleep deprivation on cheol’s part with reader taking care of him xx

helloooo anonie, sure i can, thank you for requesting! 💜

prompt: sleep deprivation

you try not to hover. you try not to act like mother hen in fear of being annoying. you try but it's so god damn hard when seungcheol looks like a dead man standing. your boyfriend has always been a hard worker, that's one of the qualities you admire about him, but his work ethic is also your biggest worry. seungcheol is present but just barely - you are sure that he didn't hear majority of the things you said with his mind being very, very far from here, buried in new dance routines or lyrics that had to be finished. it's amazing to see how work energizes seungcheol and gives him purpose, but it's horrible to watch him crumble under pressure. slowly you reach out for his hand, giving it a light squeeze: 'cheollie, baby. you're with me?'

seungcheol blinks at your touch and it takes him few moments to sit up straighter on the seat and send you a fake smile. 'yeah, baby, sorry, i'm here. what did you say?'

god, you can't believe this man wanted to pick you up after your work. seungcheol can't be trusted with a car now, not when he can barely focus. 'i asked if yuo're sure that we should go out tonight. you look really tired, cheol.'

he stubbornly shakes his head. 'no-no, i'm good. i'm so caught up at work that we haven't seen each other much lately.'

you kind of want to strangle and kiss him at the same time. he is so good for trying to make time for you amidst his hectic workload but he is so bad for not taking care of himself properly - you sigh loudly. 'when did you sleep last time?' you ask straight to the point. thank god for traffic at this hour, so you can fully turn to your boyfriend without paying attention to the road. 'you look like a zombie, baby.' seungcheol purses his lips and you instantly understand what's the problem. 'cheollie... you can't fall asleep?'

seungcheol sags in the passenger seat, looking embarrassed and done with himself. 'yeah,' he admits quietly. 'i- it's so fucking stupid. i don't know, i'm trying everything but it's just not working.' he sighs and rubs his eyes tiredly. 'i don't think i actually slept properly in the last 4-5 days.'

this admission breaks your heart. seungcheol is running on fumes and yet despite it all, he still is here, with you, because he doesn't want you to feel neglected. without thinking you enter new address to the gps, knowing full well what can help him this time. 'instead of the restaurant, let's have a picnic,' you announce in an overly enthusiastic tone.

'at eight pm?' seungcheol asks, confused. 'i mean if that's what you want then i don't mind but-'

'that's exactly what i want.' you squeeze his hand, sending him a small smile. 'no worries, baby. we are very close.'

it doesn't happen often, but it did happen before. sleep deprivation is, unfortunately, a part of seungcheol's life as an idol and you learned hard way how to deal with it. familiar scenes of home or studio don't calm him mind down, but fresh air and water always help. you park the close as close you can to the river and roll down all windows, letting cool evening breeze in. 'alrighty,' you turn to him with a gentle smile and snatch small blanket from the backseat. 'you take this and get comfortable. i'll order us some food.'

seungcheol grabs the blanket, frowning. 'what is happening?'

'we are having a picnic in the car,' you explain, opening food delivery app. 'and you are sleeping until the food arrives, getting much needed rest.' seungcheol opens his mouth to protest and you cut him off: 'this is a date. this is our date that i want to have.'

the thing is, you don't really care about specifics of date as long as seungcheol is close. he doesn't look convinced at first, but when you start talking about your date with a quiet music on the background, he relaxes. it doesn't take him long to fall asleep - adjusted seat, warm blanket, fresh air and your hand in his do their magic. you watch quietly as his breathing slows; in sleep seungcheol doesn't look as tired. still holding his hand you adjust your own seat and lower the radio volume. seungcheol going out of his way to be with you makes you want to do the same; and if date is about you letting him finally sleep and guarding his sleep then you're not complaining, not at all.

a/n: writing this made me so soft :') pls give cheollie all the hugs and sleep he deserves!! - nini

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[edward-munson]

three's a secret | E.M. x f!reader & S.H. x f!reader

Summary: You and Steve are friends with benefits. However, you've been wanting to try something way out of your comfort zone, and it brings Steve to a mission: find someone who agrees to your intentions. (Ps: your guest has a very peculiar piercing on his body)

Pairing: Love triangle! Eddie Munson x f!reader & Steve Harrington x f!reader

Warnings: DIRTY SMUT!! (18+ MDNI), threes*me, p in v (both unprotected), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, choking kink, c*mshot, praising, aftercare. (I swear to God there's a fine amount of smutiness in this fic)

Word count: 7k

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"I found your guy" Steve slides into the booth during the break of his gig at The Hideout.

You look at him, confused, and he looks from you to the curly-haired guy leaning against the bar counter. That's Eddie. He's the backing vocalist for Steve's band.

"Remember? You told me you wanted to have a threesome and I found ourselves a guy" He leans closer to you, his beer breath fanning over your face.

You and Steve have been friends with benefits for months. You've shared multiple intimate moments together, either at his or your house, or by the lake, or in his car. Even at skull rock. And your latest discovery was that you had the wish to try ménage à trois, but you had never done it before. You were too embarrassed to tell Steve, and also too reluctant to even find someone who would be willing to do it.

Although you're both exclusive, he made an exception for you. He was always considerate of your feelings and wishes, being kind and caring. This is the same guy who splits you open and utters dirty things to you in bed.

"You just deliberately told him I wanted to be fucked by two guys?" Your voice cracks at the realization that you might be doing such thing.

"We're good friends. In fact, we talk about a lot of stuff when we're together. And he would love to get along with you better"

Steve gives you a comforting smile, but you're staring at him like you're having second guesses. You've met Eddie before, exchanging only a few words with the metalhead. You got along with him right from the start, but you were never around them when they would hang out, and he was with your group of friends only a couple of times as well.

You were sitting in a booth, swirling your drink, when a random man sat down beside you. He reeked of whiskey, and his hand rested on your bicep, startling you. You shot your eyes up at him as you watched him attempt to hit on you.

"Haven't seen you around before. Let me buy you a–" Before he could finish, a sharp scrape echoed through the room as Eddie pushed the chair back and pulled him by the collar of his shirt.

The man was looking up in shock as Eddie leaned over him, eyes dark with something dangerous. "Yeah, no" His voice was low and edged with amusement "This table's taken"

Eddie plopped down in the seat beside you, stretching out like he hadn't just sent someone almost crashing to the floor. He smirked at you, tilting his head. "Now, where were we?"

You could only chuckle at his action and tilt your head just like he did "Very humble, but thank you for that"

"Nah" He shrugged "Couldn't just stand there and watch a perv get his way"

You and Eddie immediately kicked off a conversation, the minutes extending as you both got distracted with each other. Steve was nowhere to be seen, probably just resting in the backstage room as he always does with his bandmates. The man next to you smelled like something woody, a few necklaces hanging down his chest and a bandana was wrapped around his head.

You remember talking about him to your friend. Telling him how exotic he looked and how pretty he was. Steve, the obvious man that he is, didn't say it right away, but he noticed how attracted you were to his friend. That's why he tried to talk him into doing the thing. And then, the subject was brought up.

"So, you're in?" You ask him with concern, but he leans forward, his gaze locking with yours, his voice dropping just a little more serious.

"Oh, I'm definitely in. I mean, c'mon, I'm only in this because of you. And how about you?" He smirks again, eyes glinting with mischief "I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride"

"You're not, like, worried about him seeing you naked or the other way around?"

He waves you off with a scoff "I couldn't care less about Harrington, I'm sure I'll have a peek of his dick just for fun. But for the rest of the thing, I won't even give him a single glance"

"Good. Because, well... the three of us? That's going to be a lot of fun"

Eddie chuckles, his fingers twitching as if ready to play with a few strands of your hair. Maybe that's the uphold you need to feel more intimate and comfortable around him.

"Yeah, I think Steve might end up regretting this. But, hell, I guess we'll just have to make sure he doesn't, huh?"

But it suddenly makes you feel too nervous and a little taken aback. The look on your face already gives it away and he rests one hand on top of your thigh, carefully.

"Why did you agree, by the way?" You ask.

He leans back, using his other hand to run his fingers through his hair. "Couple reasons. One, Steve seemed really into the idea because of you, and I trust the guy. Two–" His voice softens, he meets your eyes "I don't know, I just thought it could be fun. But only if you were actually into it. I don't wanna make things weird for you"

You shift a little bit in your seat, relaxing your tensed body "I appreciate that"

Eddie curls his lips upwards, squeezing your thigh softly, his fingertips grazing your smooth skin. You can definitely feel the callousness on them.

"Look, I know it can be… a lot. And I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. If this is too weird, if you're not into it, there's no harm in admitting it. I won't take it personally"

"You really mean that?" You study him, surprised at his genuineness.

He pulls his hand back, lifting both of them in a mocking surrender. "Swear on my Metallica records. No pressure. No expectations. Just making sure we're all on the same page before Steve starts planning some seduction act. And I'm definitely not interested in that"

Your laugh echoes through his ears and he swears he's more inclined to take you to his trailer and abduct you to himself, than rely on the idea of sharing you with Steve.

"That sounds exactly like something he'd do"

"Right? That's why I figured we should talk first. I want you to feel good about this, comfortable, before anything else. Because if you're not, then it's a no-go. Simple as that"

You find yourself sliding your hand to his firm bicep, down his forearm where his tattoo of bats peeks out from his shirt. Your eyes drift from your touch to his brown doe eyes. "Maybe I wanna test the waters first"

He looks from down your gentle, small hand, up to your expectant, glinting eyes. "Oh?"

Your heart pounds and hammers against your chest as you slightly lean in closer to him "Yeah. See what I'm getting myself into"

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"By kissing you."

He freezes for a second, then lets out a slow chuckle "Well, well. Look at you, taking initiative" His voice drops slightly, more playful but still careful "You sure?"

You just nod, let yourself settle for your initiative. And your knees wobble when he leans in closer as well "Then by all means, sweetheart. Be my guest"

And then you finally attach your lips to his, soft at first, just testing. Eddie's lips are warm and taste like Negroni, and he kisses back easily, matching your pace. There's no rush, no pressure, just the slow, deliberate way his hand finds the side of your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. When you finally pull back, your lips hover over each other as a smug little smirk tugs at his lips.

He stares at you half-lidded through his lashes, a pink shade covering his cheeks. Eddie pulls you in for another kiss, using his tongue this time. It brushes against your lower lip first with a teasing motion before slipping past, slow and unhurried, tasting of beer. Your fingers tangle in the worn fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking. Eddie makes a low sound in his throat, half a chuckle, half a groan, and takes it as permission to kiss you harder, his other hand sliding to your waist. When you finally pull back, breathless, Eddie leans his forehead that's nearly touching yours, eyes dark and lidded with something smug and satisfied.

Steve watches from a distance how close you two sit next to each other. How you seem to feel unbothered by the way Eddie's hand rests over your thigh and how close you're leaning towards him, like you're groping him. His breath hitches and it feels like there's a tinge of jealousy there. He had never been a jealous guy, like ever. He tries to reason with himself, tell himself that this is only a one-time thing and that it's fine.

He walks to the table and sits across from you two, taking a swig of his beer, trying to act nonchalantly "So, how's the getting along going?"

"Very good. Just a little extra credit on our project" He winks at his friend.

He narrows his eyes slightly, trying to play it cool but failing a little when he catches the way you're still flushed, the way Eddie's looking at you like you just did something he didn't see  "Oh. Yeah?"

You clear your throat and try not to smirk "Yeah"

You watch as he leans back in the booth, taking a slow sip of his beer, acting nonchalant "Huh. That's… cool"

There's a hint of uneasiness when his fingers tap against the table incessantly.

Eddie grins wider, resting his chin on his hand as he watches Steve with amusement on his face "You sure, Harrington? You look a little… tense"

"Please. You think I'm shaken by this? I suggested this, remember?" He stifles a cough and waves his friend off.

"Uh-huh. And yet, you haven't stopped staring at my mouth since you sat down"

He blinks at you before covering it up with another sip of beer, voice slightly tighter "I have no idea what you're talking about"

The curly haired man nudges you under the table as he snickers "Oh, sweetheart. I think we might've broken him"

He tries to not look too bothered, but there's a hint of something else, something darker lingering in his gaze "Alright, you know what? If we're doing this, we're really doing this. So don't get cocky just yet, Munson"

"I cannot wait to see you naked, Harrington" He mocks in a playful tone, cackling at the sight of Steve almost choking on his beer from the comment.

You and Eddie are sprawled out on Steve's couch, as the low hum of music plays from the stereo, while some random movie plays on the TV. Steve is in the kitchen, grabbing beers for the three of you, giving you and Eddie just enough space for you two to get comfortable.

Eddie is leaning back against the couch, smirking at you as he twirls one of his rings between his fingers "So, how you feeling, sweetheart? Still good about this?" 

"Yeah. You?" Your heart rate picks up when you meet his eyes.

He stretches his legs out, looking at you with something unreadable in his dark eyes "Oh, I'm more than good"

Before you can respond, Steve reappears, carrying three beers, handing one to each of you before flopping down into the chair across from you both. He takes a slow sip, watching the way you and Eddie are sitting close, maybe a little too close for his liking. His jaw tenses just slightly, but the smirk playing at his lips gives him away.

"You guys look cozy" He tries to act casual, but deep inside he's feeling the nervousness. The idea of doing a threesome seemed less intense before.

Eddie extends an arm behind your back on the couch and chuckles "Just keeping your spot warm, Harrington. Didn't wanna start without you"

"How considerate of you" His eyes flick to you, a teasing edge in his voice "And what about you? You just letting Munson take over already?" 

You smirk through the rim of the bottle before taking a sip "Maybe I just like the attention" 

He chuckles, shaking his head, but there's something intriguing in his demeanor "Yeah? Then let's test that theory" 

He places his beer down and moves towards you, just enough to close the space between you, fingers grazing your knee before trailing up your thigh, slow and deliberate. Eddie watches with amusement, but there's something heated in his gaze too, like he's invested at the scene in front of him.

Eddie feigns a gasp "And here I thought you'd be shy about all this. Turns out you like being in the spotlight, huh?" 

You feel your breath hitching slightly as Steve's fingers press just a little firmer, his lips twitching at your reaction "Maybe" 

"Then let's give you a little more of it" 

Before you can react, he's kissing you. Slow at first, teasing, his lips warm and firm against yours. His hand slides to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to ground you. Then, just as you start to melt into it, there's movement beside you.

Eddie hums as he watches you kiss Steve, his fingers brushing against your arm before sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards him as Steve pulls away just slightly "Alright, alright. My turn" 

He kisses you without hesitation, deeper, rougher than Steve had, his tongue teasing against yours immediately, fingers still holding your face like he's savoring the moment. Steve doesn't pull away entirely, and if anything, he leans in closer, his warm breath against your neck, hands still gripping your waist. The tension starts bubbling inside your chest, it's a pressure that makes you feel fuzzy at first. He deepens the kiss, biting your inner lower lip, sucking on it for just a slight second before twirling his tongue around yours.

The weight of them on either side of you is dizzying, overwhelming in the best way. Steve's lips find your neck as Eddie kisses you deeper, hands roaming, heat building between all three of you. 

Steve hums beside you, clearly enjoying the show, his hand slipping higher up your thigh, fingers pressing just a little firmer, making you shift slightly under his touch. When Eddie finally pulls back, lips still ghosting over yours, Steve leans in, his voice is lower and rougher.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His hot breath fans your ear shell, sending sparks through your veins. He knows you become submissive when it comes to him.

All the while, Eddie presses a kiss just under your jaw as he watches your reaction "Oh, she likes it. Look at her, already so needy and we've barely done anything." 

The man to your right laughs softly, his fingers finally sliding higher, brushing against your dripping pussy just enough to make your breath stutter "Damn. He might be right. You are needy, aren't you?" 

You bite your lip feeling heat flooding through you as Eddie kisses his way down your throat, Steve's fingers teasing in slow, torturous strokes over the fabric of your underwear "You two talk way too much" 

"Oh, sweetheart… you love it" Eddie rasps against your skin.

You feel Steve's touch become more determined, his long fingers circling your swollen nub "Let's see how much more you can take, then" 

The teasing, the touches, the kisses. It all blends together, overwhelming in the best way, pulling you under as you surrender completely to them. Eddie trails sloppy kisses down your chest until he reaches your nipple, latching onto it with his teeth, playing with it. His free hand gropes your other nipple, flicking your hardened skin through your crop top. Steve pulls your panties to the side and collects your wetness, using enough of your slick to slip his fingertips to your entrance. He glues his lips to yours before you can protest a whimper, barely keeping your eyes open. You slowly lift both hands and slide them over their thighs, fingers grazing their jeans, reaching their arousal. You are a dirty little slut tonight.

You love it. You feel their cock growing harder in your hand as you stroke them, while Steve slips two fingers and pumps them into your pussy. You can hear the squelch sound of it, his thumb pressing against your clit ever so gently in circles. Yes, you're a little whore who's getting off on the fact that these two men want to fuck you. You are getting wetter by the second. Your hips are thrusting up to meet his fingers, your body begging for more.

Eddie's mouth moves from your nipple to your ear, and he whispers "You're such a fucking slut"

You can only nod at the moment, sucking Steve's tongue, pressing your fingers into their tight jeans. They never leave you as they try to help themselves by removing their pants, their cocks straining against the boxers, dampening the material. You mewl between the kisses, Eddie's lips finally finds your exposed nipple and sucks on it, marking your skin with his teeth deliberately, flicking his tongue against it. He keeps one of his hands holding your leg up on his lap, pressing his fingertips on you firmly.

The other male curls his fingers and fucks you dumb, your hips meeting his hand while your hips roll against it. The immediate groan leaving their mouths is almost like a symphony when you finally grip both dicks in your hands, trying to focus on your coordination to stroke them in sync. You notice Eddie is thick, he has a piercing on his frenulum and it throws you off immediately. You use your thumb to play with the jewelry and he buckles his hips in response. His cock isn't longer than Steve's, while the latter is both thick and huge, but you don't care. You're having the time of your life.

Steve lowers his head, spreading kisses, leaving spit over your skin as he reaches to your other nipple. The action causes you to buckle upwards and moan, squeezing their cocks. Your fingers wrap around them and spread precum all over their shafts, pumping them as much as you can. They can't help but grunt against your tits, making you clench around Steve's fingers.

"God, you're such a fucking mess" He utters, sucking your nipple, pulling his head back bringing your skin along with his mouth, leaving you with a loud pop. You can't see it, but you can feel the sly grin washing over his face when you moan.

There's a fine line between shame and feeling lascivious. You're so wet, horny and eager for them. You feel your body yearning for them, even though they're both onto you right now.

Eddie slides his hand from your thigh, over Steve's hand, swatting his thumb away, using two fingers to stroke your clit. The touch is soft, but also antsy, and he circles your bundle of nerves as the other man finger fucks you mercilessly. You are three hungry people moaning and groaning almost to each other. You play with each frenulum using your thumbs, they both fuck your hands in clumsy motions, their hips stuttering as you twist your wrists.

You throw your head back, pumping them faster, Steve slowed his pace, ripping a sob out of you with a torturous stroke of his fingers while they curled. Eddie uses the other man's distraction for leverage and assaults your mouth again in a messy kiss. He laps at your tongue, sucking on it and you feel his ragged breath against your mouth the more you pump him. His ringed fingers pinch and stroke your clit, playing with your nub as you kiss feverishly.

Steve then halts his movements when you pull the skin of his shaft and squeeze his tip, jolting upwards in shock. "Fuck, I forgot how good you are with your hands"

He continues to fuck you nonchalantly, his fingers working on your throbbing pussy. You let out a hum against Eddie's lips, making him fasten his strokes. Maybe he made it a personal purpose of making you feel good as much as Steve does. This is no contest, whatsoever, but they're willing to give you a ride to the sky. You clench around Steve's fingers, your clit starts to pound and there's a building pressure growing uncontrollably inside of you. You're squeezing their cocks too hard with your hand, feeling the coil about to snap.

You keep your hips rolling, and they can feel your shuddering each passing second as you feel the pleasure approaching its apex. Eddie grins through the kiss, his fingertips now rapidly stroking your clit as Steve fucks your pussy, making you clench harder each time. Your hands are still holding them, but you feel your arms wobbly when it finally washes over you. Steve feels it first when your pussy cages his fingers, almost squeezing them. While the curly-haired man keeps his middle finger over your nub as you pulse and throb for them.

You're dripping wet when he pulls out of you, lustfully groaning at the sight, bringing his digits to his mouth, savoring your taste. He always does that to one of his fingers, offering the other one to you because he knows it brings you to the abyss of hysteria. Eddie watches with greedy eyes, dark blown pupils, and he does the same. Before even removing his hand from you, he collects your wetness, diving into your pussy and startling you with a whimper. He keeps them inside of you, he wants to have the same as his friend did. With a humbleness and eagerness, he circles his fingers around your spongy walls and makes your jaw go slack.

You can't help but whisper his name in a daze, and Steve just leans back against the couch as you try, but lacks strength, to still pump him and Eddie. The metalhead finally slips out of your pussy and immediately latches his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them, eyes trained at your swollen, still throbbing cunt and he twitches. You feel it in your hand and almost bring him to the edge when you pull the skin of his shaft and squeeze the head of his cock just like you did to Steve. You use his piercing for leverage, stroking his skin side to side, ripping groans out of his mouth. He grunts, using one of his hands to squeeze your thigh and leave fingerprints on your skin.

"You did good, sweetheart" Eddie beams at you, before drifting his eyes to Steve. He's definitely trying not to have a peek at his friend's cock. He just wanted to have a small glance, like he's curious to know what it looks like. But he avoids going there, and he knows he thinks the same. "Care to let me guide her to the next round?"

You look between them, hands still wrapped around their length. Steve doesn't seem to be bothered, because the idea of the threesome is for Eddie to also enjoy it. And mostly you, obviously. They help you undress, pulling your crop top off, sliding your skirt along with your underwear down to the ground. The latter isn't subtle when he pulls you forward, almost laying you down on the edge of the couch, holding your waist as he spreads your legs apart.

Your head rests against the soft material, and Steve stands on his feet next to you. Immediately, your eyes become hazy at the thought of blowing your friend while Eddie eats you out. He kneels on the carpet and hangs your legs above his shoulders, diving in without any hesitation. He latches onto your slit, licking a long stride up to find your clit, clinging to it with his teeth. The air leaves your lungs and you force your eyes shut with the sudden dizziness.

You have lost count of how many times Steve ate you out, but knowing there are two guys fucking you, it makes your senses raise violently. Your body is in a state of insatiability. You tilt your head to the side and meet Steve's cock, licking your lips before wrapping your mouth around him. He thrusts forward, one hand flying down to grab a fistful of your hair as you waste no time filling your throat with his shaft, making yourself gag on him. Your tongue glides against his skin, while your hand squeezes his balls and cups them.

Eddie sinks his face on your dripping cunt, pressing his tongue through your folds as he strokes them up and down. He manipulates your entrance with the tip of it, swirling it around your pussy just before pushing in. Your hand flies up to his hair, pulling his strands with a messy buckle of your hips and a moan leaving your mouth against the cock you're gagging on. He slips in and out of you, nudging his nose against your already swollen clit. He shakes his head, grazing his teeth against you, his fingers digging deeper into the skin of your thighs. You hear Steve groaning from above, slapping his pubic bone against your face as he fucks your mouth.

He pulls your hair harder when the tip of his cock reaches your throat and he gasps when you hollow your cheeks and engulf his shaft, making him pulse inside your mouth. Eddie starts pumping himself, but still makes sure to give all his attention to your clenching pussy. He flattens his tongue and keeps his hungry pace as it swirls around your folds. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks the skin, pulling it back before repeating the motion. He sucks on it, tasting every little bit of you, stroking himself, humming against your skin at the sound of your moans and whimpers.

Steve cradles your face with both hands and thrusts against your mouth gently, not pushing hard enough so he won't hurt you. You're a mess of spit, tears and sweat that's making your hair stick to your face. You're just glad you were using waterproof mascara at this point. Eddie flicks his tongue into your clit, watching as you roll your hips and jolt upwards when he takes notice of the patterns that make you most sensitive.

You suddenly pull back from Steve, looking down at the man eating you out. He doesn't budge when you're about to speak, he just presses his tongue harder against you, your head hangs back as he smirks against you. "Please fuck me, Eddie"

He freezes on his spot, leaving you just enough to carefully remove your legs from his shoulders, whirling you around. "Say no more, sweets. On your fours for me"

His tone is a little husky and demanding, and you lean on your elbows, bending your knees with your ass up for him. Steve looks astonished, feeling the heat of the moment wash over him as he goes back to fill your mouth with his cock. Eddie lines himself up from behind and spreads your folds with the tip of his cock, using your wetness for leverage before pushing inch by inch until you're used to him. He holds your waist, fingers pressing hard on your skin, as he distracts himself watching you blow his friend. He's cupping your face with both of his hands, ramming his hips forward as he fucks your mouth again. His cock twitches at the sight of you being a needy slut for them both.

Eddie sinks further into you, slamming his hips against your ass once. Your body lurches forward and you gag on Steve unexpectedly. He keeps his pace as he inches back and forth, hitting your spot viciously, feeling you clench around him. You're dripping wet, you can feel your arousal slipping down your thigh as he fills your pussy with hunger. He startles both you and Steve with the echo of his slap on your ass, bringing you to a turmoil. You push your ass against his hips, skin-on-skin slapping while you take in every inch of your friend's cock into your mouth.

"Such a busy little slut, aren't you?" Steve coos, thrusting harder and rather quickly. He brings your chin up so you can look better at him, swiping a tear away from your cheek "You like that, don't you? You love being fucked by two guys"

You blink at him, senseless. You bring yourself to push back and lick his length, your lips wrapping around his tip, sucking on it. He hisses looking down at you, pulling a few strands of hair out of your face. "So beautiful cockdrunk. You're taking Eddie so well"

Eddie, on the other hand, rolls his hips against your ass, watching as he slips in and out of you. He lets out a frazzled, breathy laugh, slapping your ass again. "You're taking me really, really well sweetheart. Your pussy is so good, fuck"

Both of them exchange a single, but pleasant glance before looking down at you. You're in your own little world, daydreaming about the fact that you're going to cum again if he keeps fucking you like that. Your heart rate is quickly rising, your belly is twisted as you feel your pussy throbbing again.

"She's going to cum for you, she's already a mess" Steve watches you from above, his eyes glinting with blissful pleasure. He didn't think he would also be able to feel so dissolute seeing you being fucked by his friend. But the sight of you crumbling apart for them is making him lightheaded.

"Fuck, cum for me. Let me fucking make you cum" Eddie is almost at the brink of an outburst. Your hips roll around his cock that splits you open. He almost slips out of your soaking pussy, pushing further into you, balls deep inside of you. He snaps his hips forward and moans your name, his eyes shut, brows creasing with anticipation. His jaw is locked and his head is thrown back.

You pull back from Steve rather quickly, your body begging for Eddie's release as he pounds on you firmly and quickly. His harder thrusts make you unbalanced, and your elbows give in. You look over your shoulder at him, whimpering his name, ripping him out of his own daze, making him stare back at you. He sees your lips caging between your teeth, brows furrowed when your stomach tightens and you clench around him bashfully. Your hand grips Steve's cock, and he feels himself twitching at you. You're already feeling limp, but you still fill your mouth with his cock and blow him majestically, hollowing your cheeks every once in a while because you know he likes the suction. He bites his inner cheek and fucks your mouth again, his breath becomes uneven and you feel his shaft become rigid before he cums in your mouth.

"Fuck, baby. Take all of it" He grunts, feeling his cock throb inside of your mouth as you swallow all of him. He gives you a lopsided, messy smile, and you try to smile back at him, even though your jaw hurts.

And it's only a matter of seconds until Eddie spurts inside of you, his hips stutter and he shudders against you. His fingertips are pressing on your skin, his nails digging into your waist as he jolts forward, filling you with his seed as well. He holds you in his grip and slams forward a couple of times, before slipping out of you with a painful yelp. He's exhilarated when he sees his cum dripping down your pussy, reaching your thigh. Eddie smirks at his own job, fascinated with the sight of your cunt still throbbing, pushing more of his fluids out of your entrance. He's quick to pick a few baby wipes and clean you up. The aftercare makes him look soft after he made you his own slut, after he made you scream his name.

"Harrington, do the honors" He motions to his friend, who's still holding your face, soothing you with soft strokes of his thumb against your skin. He's still hard.

Steve lifts you up, holding his gaze at you and kisses you gently. His tongue finds yours and he hums against your mouth, a low sound of approval, and his free hand moves to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your skin tingle. Your tongues sweep over one another, in a way that sends heat straight to your core. His grip tightens slightly, pulling you closer, his breath mixing with yours as the kiss turns messier, needier. His other hand slides down between your legs, his fingers once again stroking between your folds, slipping against your clit and you moan against his mouth. It sends a vibration down his stomach, reaching the tip of his cock again.

"You are the death of me, you know that?" He hovers his lips over yours, and you take this as an opportunity to grope him and pull him back to the couch as you lie under him.

You look to the side, glancing at Eddie, who's expectantly waiting for his turn to get a blowjob as well. Your eyes sparkle as you finally take in the piercing on his frenulum, a small piece of jewelry that shines under the light of the living room. He takes notice of your reaction and holds his cock up so you can have a better look. The smugness on his face and his bold demeanor make you clench around nothing, while Steve trails down his lips against your stomach, reaching your clit. He latches his teeth against your sensitive spot and you retract, shutting your eyes, biting your lip. You look back at Eddie half-lidded, blinking through your lashes as you watch him stroke himself at you.

"Like what you see?" His fingers graze around the head of his cock, playing with the piercing just for you.

You lift your head and lock eyes with him, nodding slightly before replacing his hand with yours. You start pumping him slowly, still glancing up at him, watching as he blinks and heaves a groan. Eddie bites his lip and slips one hand over your hair, pulling a strand of it. You take him in without a warning, your mouth and your tongue sliding over him until you reach the base of his cock. He tilts his head back and moans your name. Steve keeps you entertained as he laps his tongue over your slit, licking stripes and drinking your dripping wetness. He pulls back and holds his cock, slapping the tip against your clit, just how you like it.

He slides his length between your folds, collecting your slick before slipping inside of you entirely. He doesn't wait, he doesn't give you time to adjust. He's used to fucking you raw and senseless. Your hips buckle upwards and he rests one hand above your waist, while he uses the other to squeeze your throat. He thrusts into you at a quick pace, his balls slapping against your ass, his firm hand grips your throat scarcely, careful to not choke you to death.

But the tightening of your throat squeezes Eddie's cock and he pounds against your mouth too. You gag on him, you swallow him whole, you savor his salty taste and you lick his shaft, bringing him closer to a frenzy with you. You shift your eyes between him and Steve, the latter holding your waist down so he can fuck you without your hips rolling. He likes to play hard, he likes to torture you, make you squirm around him and beg for him to let you fuck him back. He likes it when you're submissive, even though he won't ever admit to anyone that he's on the bottom as well. He likes to play a fair game when it comes to this.

"You like my cock, sweetie? You like my cock fucking your dirty little mouth?" Eddie utters, his hips slamming against your mouth as he watches you struggle to answer him, but you nod "Yeah, are you going to let me fill you with my cum?"

You nod again and he makes you gag. You push yourself off him, your hand shoving his stomach as you grip his length with your hand, bringing your tongue to his frenulum again. You swirl it around his skin, flicking over the jewelry as you look up at him through hazy eyes. He's much more sensitive than Steve is, and he can't keep his gaze down at you because he forces his eyes shut from the pleasure that was still building up.

You speak up for the first time after several minutes "You wanna give me a cumshot, Eds?"

He's stunned at your words, at the way you spit on his cock and blow him gracefully, even though Steve is pounding on you so hard that his tip hits your cervix. You suck him, your teeth barely grazing his skin as you feel more of his precum filling your throat. You hum against him and it makes Steve twitch inside your pussy, his reaction making you clench around him as well. You're still watching Eddie, but your eyes trail over your friend, who's seemingly very entertained at the interaction. His brows are furrowed and he watches you get mouth-fucked by his friend. It all makes everything very vulgar, because way before you had this idea, you and Steve had only fucked like normal people. But the sight and the scene and all the reactions had switched something inside of him too.

"Fuck, baby" Eddie shakes his head, amused "Yes. Shit, of course!"

You don't usually touch yourself when you fuck with Steve. You like to feel his fingers on you, you like the sight of it. You love when his long fingers fuck you too. But tonight, you've made it a goal to go way out of your comfort zone to bring them to the edge with you. So you slip your hand down your stomach, reaching your clit and deliberately stroking your skin with your own fingers. Your hips are uncontrollably rolling against Steve, and he loses his shit when he sees you touching yourself. You're touching yourself and blowing Eddie. He couldn't be more aroused than that. The latter, on the other hand, feels the sweat coating his body, the long-gone twist in his stomach crawling back over him. He tries to brush off the urge to make you gag until he comes in your mouth, only willing to thrust into you so the tip of his cock reaches your squeezed throat.

"She's gonna lose it again, Munson" Steve pants, slamming his hips against you, watching you lose your balance to the way your pussy clenches around his cock "Look at this pretty thing falling apart"

"Fuc–" You barely have the time and energy to react to your apex. Your third orgasm of the day in a span of less than an hour. Your whole body goes limp again, and you stutter, crying out moans as your body shakes.

He removes your hand from your clit, lacing his fingers with yours with the one free hand. As he leans against your body and chokes you, he slams forward harshly, feeling the jolt of electricity wash over him. He watches your contorted expression, your lips quivering as you come down from your high, while he overstimulates you. Then again, there's something about you that makes them both cum all at the same time. Eddie tilts your head up to face him, pulling out of your mouth as he grips his cock and spills all over your face.

You stick your tongue out, trying to get a glimpse of his taste. You feel his warm cum coating your face, and when Steve digs his nails on your waist, he spills inside of you. His cock twitches and makes your walls flutter around him, his body is almost hovering over yours and his grip around your throat loosens. He breathes heavily above you, Eddie is also a panting mess and you're a mess of cum. Your friend slowly pulls out of you, his aching cock almost throbs again and you wheeze at the feeling.

You stay sprawled out on the couch, watching them put their boxers back on before cleaning you up. Steve is responsible for cleaning up your pussy, slightly pressing the baby wipe over your sensitive spot. While Eddie softly wipes his cum off your face, his gentle fingers holding your jaw up. It almost feels domestic, if it wasn't for the filthy conversation and the poundings filling the air in the living room. You stifle a laugh through a snort, clearly catching them off guard, making them pause their hands over you.

"What?" Steve asks with curious eyes, while you purse your lips.

"Just feels very domestic. The aftercare is funny, considering this meeting was one hell of a dirty ride"

Eddie gets you. He lets out a breathy laugh and resumes cleaning your face, and Steve can't help but grin at your comment. His expression immediately shifts as he looks at the white spot on his couch.

"Dude, not the fucking couch" He lets out a frustrated sigh and playfully tosses the used baby wipes at his friend, who doesn't quite gets to protect himself in time.

"Fuck off, Harrington! Keep your freaking jizz away from me" Eddie groans, tossing the baby wipes back at him and you laugh at the pestering "You never cum on your couch?"

You glance from him to Steve, who looks so astonished he can't even respond. If you didn't know better, you might think he was careless enough to stain the furniture, but he's always been too meticulous to let that happen. You're handed your underwear and Steve's t-shirt, and you dress yourself while witnessing both friends arguing over something comically weird. 

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gimme attention - c. sturniolo

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : thigh fucking, needy sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy

"C'monnn ma," Chris whined whilst snuggled up against you, his chin resting on your tummy as his arms were wrapped around your frame, his big blue puppy eyes coming into effect, only to be trifled by your attention rather catered to your phone that to him. "Pay attention to me, please??"

But you just kept looking at your phone, scrolling through your feed instead of paying him any mind. Was it petty? Yeah. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he should've thought better before bragging to his friends that he was nothing less than some godlike dom in bed and had you, quote unquote "begging till your makeup ran down your cheeks in pretty tears."

He wasn't... wrong, to some extent. He was damn good in bed when you let him take over, but in no way did those few times warrant you getting reduced to some cliché whore from a porno in a conversation with his friends... ok maybe a little too far, but still, you had the right to be petty.

You heard him let out a huff before you felt as he started to sit up, his hands grasping under your knees to lift them a bit, hooking your legs over his thighs as he sat on his knees with his legs open, feeling as he gave a playful press against your ass, which made you aware of the already forming bulge in his sweats.

"No, Chris." You simply said without looking up from your phone, practically hearing his pout as he let out a needy whine, his hands sliding down your thighs to grip at your hips and waist, leaning down as you felt his lips start to press kisses against your tummy from where your shirt rose up.

"Please?" He begged between kisses, hands slowly sliding up your shirt as he looked up at you in search of any attention you might give him. Nothing. "'M sorry bout what I said, I didn't mean it.." You almost fell for his pleading voice, his sweetly sorrowful, begging words, but then you felt as his hand started to tug at your shorts.

The moment you moved the phone away from your face, your eyes glared at him... but you stopped yourself from shoving him off. Seeing the way he looked at you like a puppy begging for treats, annoyance turned to interest as an idea formed in your head.

"Y'know what, baby?..." You cooed, putting your phone down on the sheets, watching him perk up as you slowly parted your thighs a bit more, an invitation for him that had him taking in an excited breath.

Before you can say anything else, he's instantly tugging your shorts off, tossing them aside as his palms slide against the soft expanse of your plush thighs. "Thank you, ma, thank you," He grinned happily against your tummy, kissing your soft skin and trailing down as his hands slid to your hips, fingertips inching under the lace of your panties.

One, two, three more kisses, right along your abdomen before he goes to press one more where he's been dying to touch...

Suddenly, you grip his hair before his lips even meet the lace fabric, a sharp inhale sounding from him at your fingers tangled within his brunet curls, his sweet blue eyes looking up at you in confusion, his hands stopping themselves from pulling your panties down.

"Uh-uh, bad pups don't get a treat," You scolded him, the pet name making him visibly perk up and twitch in his boxers, his adorably confused yet attentive expression making you give false sympathy. "Aww, what? If you're gonna act like such a filthy dog around your friends, I might as well treat you like the mutt you are, right?"

You lift his head up from between your thighs, closing them together and hearing the pathetic whimper he lets out. "Please, mama? Please? 'Said I was sorry—"

You felt as he gave a weak grind against your closed thighs, the position he was now reduced to giving you such a power high, and in a single moment, your beautiful idea solidified. As fun as it would be to deprive him of anything for the day, it was so much better to watch him act like a bitch in heat for you.

"You make use of what I'm giving you, Chris, or you're getting nothing." You threatened, watching as he looked a bit confused, looking down at your plush, pressed together thighs, before it seemed to click in his head.

He looked as if he internally battled with himself, weighing his options here between getting nothing or going to that extent just to get himself off.

"C'mon, Chris," You gave a little wiggle with your hips just to seal it, a devilish smirk on your lips. "You know you want to."

Oh, fuck it.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he tugged down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing out as the head already weeped pre-cum, a held back whine barely heard as it pressed a bit against your thighs, already showing how needy he was getting.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, making you wonder what he was asking for, before his eyes signaled over to the drawer on your bedside table that held a bottle of lube.

You raised an eyebrow at him before crossing your arms. "What? You said you do everything in bed, right?" You reminded him of his words to his friends, watching as he practically gave you an apology bow, guilty puppy dog eyes looking at you before he moved towards the bedside table and tugged the drawer open, pulling out the lube and getting back into place.

His hands opened your thighs just a bit, his palm smearing lube between them before stroking his cock with some, a whimper bit back as you gave him a sharp look, his hand moving away and tossing the bottle aside in a near scrambled motion.

God... you should totally get him a collar and leash after this.

Shaky hands pushed your thighs together, his adorable puppy eyes looking at you for permission, a smirk coming to your lips as you gave a nod. "Go ahead, pup."

Holding your thighs together and positioning just right, he finally moved. "O–oh fuck—" Chris whimpered as he pushed his cock between your plush thighs with ease, his hands tightening their grip as he slowly thrusted his hips, both of you watching the tip of his leaking cock peaking out.

"That's it, puppy." You cooed, watching the head of his cock retreat back between your thighs before peaking back out. A shaky groan was heard from Chris as he trained his eyes on the sight too before starting to thrust a bit more, the slick sound of his cock between your thighs making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Look at that. So desperate, you're fucking my thighs," You teased with a mean giggle as he whined, his hips sputtering as he picked up pace a bit.

The bed creaked softly beneath the two of you, the sound mixing with Chris fucking your thighs and his needy whines, the state of him making you watch his face instead. Each thrust, each squeeze of your thighs, made his face contort beautifully in pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mm– Fuck– mama—" Whines poured from his lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the lace fabric of your panties as he thrusted once more, his hips starting to move a bit faster as he panted and whined like a needy dog.

Continuing with watching the show in front of you, your hands moved to his knees, loosely holding them before you squeezed your thighs tightly together, hearing the choked out moan Chris gave at the feeling.

"Oh fu— m–mama— oh god, p–please—" He begged you, hips faltering for a moment as his palms slipped, instead finding purchase on your hips as he started fucking your thighs faster. His whines mixed with the increasing creak of the bed, pants spilling from his open mouth as you noticed drool on his bottom lip.

"Shit, puppy," You giggled as you caressed his knees with your nails, feeling his thigh tense from the tingling sensation. "Feel so good it's got you drooling now?"

The only response you could get from him was a quick nod and more whines, your nails then digging into his knees to get a better answer whilst you loosened your thighs around his cock, making him whine pathetically in need.

"Nn– Yes y–yes mama— so fucking good—" He babbled, tears visibly coming to his eyes as you granted him the treat of squeezing your thighs together once more. A blissful whimper escaped him before his hips pistoned forward once more, pants leaving him as his grip tightened on your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

"'M– 'M so close, mama– please— please lemme cum mama– please—" He begged and babbled helplessly, near tears as his body started to tremble, knowing damn well that, in times like this, he had to hold it until you said he could cum.

Oh how he wanted you to not be so cruel this time, but with the way your lips curled into a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell that would be the case.

"You wanna cum, pup?"

"yes mama—"

"Hmm?"

"Y–yes mama—"

"Ohh... I don't know if I should let you, puppy."

"Please, mommy, pleasee—" He nearly sobbed as his body tensed and shook, his hips stilling as he held himself back the best he could, panting hard as his cock twitched and throbbed between your thighs, just begging to spill his load.

His forehead rested against your knees, whines leaving his mouth pathetically as you watched him twitch and tremble a few moments more. Oh, that collar and leash were getting delivered this coming weekend. 100 fucking percent.

His breathing hitched as he felt your nails caress his knees again, your hips rolling slowly to give him that friction he was dying for, before you finally cooed those heavenly words to him. "Cum for me, puppy."

"Oh thank you— thank you mama— thank you thank you thank you—" He babbled mindlessly as he thrusted his hips once more, pants leaving his lips as he started to tremble and quicken his motions, his breaths getting shaky and choppy as his grip on you tightened.

"O–oh god— 'm cum— 'm cumming!" A pathetic, whiny moan left his lips as his hips stuttered before he finally came, hot and thick glossy ropes spurting from his cock over your panties, your tummy, even up to your chest– and fuck he was lost.

"F–fuck— Oh my fu—" His voice cracked, all wrecked and fucked out, as eyes rolled back into his head, his hips twitching and pressing hard against your thighs, as if they were milking his cock entirely.

His cock gave a few more pathetic little spurts of cum until he was finally done, his head falling to her knees once more as he took hard and shaky breaths, his thighs quivering, his hands stuck gripping your hips tightly.

You smiled at the sight of him, so utterly fucked out without you having to do hardly anything. A whine pulled from him as you squeezed your thighs one more time before loosening, giggling at his state before reaching a hand up and running your fingers through his hair, your nails caressing his scalp.

"Feelin' better now, puppy?" You cooed softly.

"y—yes.. mama.."

"You learn your lesson?"

"yes... yes mama.."

You giggled softly as his body started to melt and loosen now, all spent and tired. Clean up could wait, you'd handle the rest later.

"Good boy."

a/n : Got inspo from this twitter vid (nsfw p!link) and thought "mhmmm- Chris 😋"

I miiight have an obsession with either party getting fucked dumb/fucking themselves dumb 🙄😔

Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last drabble!!! KFNOSNFKDN- (me tryna be nonchalant and failing miserably ToT) I seriously can't express how happy it makes me, can't wait to make more for y'all :]

Hope you guys like! Inbox is wide open for requests or just chatting :3

tags : @sillysillymatt, @jcsturniolo11, @strnilolover, @whore4mattsturniolo

dividers → @dollywons

[earthisnice]

Olympic Xiaoting

Male Reader x Xiaoting

this fics inspired by Gold Medal done by @smutoperator. like always, enjoy it :)

"hey ting, ready to practice?" you asked when she just arrived

"okay, wait up," she put her belonging on a bench in the corner of the practice hall.

you and xiaoting are a teammate for a dance sport since high school for chinese national team. you only focus to practice more with her so you can bring the gold medal for the country but something changed when you two enter the college, you feels like xiaoting changed become a beautiful woman, tall with slender body, her lips are so plump that make you want to kiss her.

you shrug the idea and try to focus on practice again. during practice you make some mistake that make xiaoting confused and slightly disappointed because you never make mistake before. you cannot focus because you must meet her eyes during practice and you see her plump lips that make you forgot the dance moves.

"let's take a rest a bit, you seem not focused today" she sighed, and you nodded.

you two take rest for a while but your minds are on somewhere else, you can't get off from the thought of her plump lips.

"her lips looks so soft" you thought.

____

15 minutes later

"can we continue our practice now?" her voice woke you from your reverie,

"okay i'm ready, my bad for that mistake earlier" you stand up to prepare yourself to start practice again

"please focus" her eyes stare at you and you nodded.

you continued practice with her again but still can't focus on the dance moves. you tried hard to make up every mistakes you made but when you met her eyes again, your eyes always trail down to her lips and you lost focus again. now shit happens, you can't handle it that you have a throbbing cock touch her pussy through her skirt and she can feel it.

she pulled her head back to stare at you

"hey.. what are you thinking? i can feel you cock throbbing down there", she smirk and asked you

you shocked that you got caught and pull your body off her and apologized.

"it's okay, it seems you need to release tension" she said leaned in to your ear whispered while her hand moves down to your throbbing cock and caress it through your pants

you moan hissed on her ear as she stroke your cock through your pants. she wasted no time, kneeling down and unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, pulling them down along with your boxer, surprising you again with her actions. she stares at your cock in awe and looks up to meet your eyes, her fingers touch the tip of your cock and it makes you shiver, rubs them against the underside of your cock.

her hands grip around your cock and start stroke it up and down slowly as she never leave your eyes to see your reaction. your precum start leaking and she lean in bring her mouth and take out her tongue to taste it. you moaned by her wet lips.

"hmm.. you taste sweet" she humming and open her lips slightly and take your cock to her mouth.

"Ahh... Ting," you groaned, your hands gripping her hair, guiding her to take you deeper. Her breath came in short gasps as she took you deeper, gagging slightly but relaxing her throat to accommodate you. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking you deeper with each thrust, your tip touching the back of her throat.

"I'm going to cum, Ting, if you blow me this good," you groaned, trying to push her head off your cock, but she only bobbed her head faster. You felt your orgasm building, holding her head still as you fucked her throat faster.

With a few more thrusts, you couldn't hold back any longer, exploding inside her mouth without warning. She gagged, forced to swallow your cum, some of it spilling out from the corners of her mouth.

Not long after you came inside her mouth, she pulled her head off your cock, showing you the remaining cum inside her mouth. She lapped her fingers to the cum on her chin, bringing it into her mouth before swallowing it all. "Your cum is so tasty," she said, licking your cockhead clean.

you sat down limped still panting after you exploded in her mouth.

"Can you focus now? If you still can't focus, I will report you to our coach to kick you out from the national team," her voice ragged after swallowing your cum earlier.

"Okay, thank you by the way," your voice stuttered and nodded.

"I'm not giving you a blowjob for nothing. Understand?" Her voice was stern.

"Will she give me more blowjobs next time?" you thought and nodded again.

You pulled up your pants and straightened your clothes to continue training with her. You tried hard to focus again because you didn't want to be kicked out from the national team. It didn't feel like three hours had passed as you two practiced together to rebuild your chemistry after your earlier lack of focus.

"Okay, enough practice today," her voice ragged as she took a sip of water.

"That's more like the partner I know," "able to focus for the tournament like always," she added as she walked slowly toward you. You took a step back as she leaned in closer, your eyes once again locked on her lips.

"Wh-what are you doing, Ting?" your voice stuttered.

"Why? You don't like it? I thought you liked when I leaned in closer like this," her voice sultry as her gaze met yours. You just gulped, unable to deny that you liked when she was this close.

"If you can bring the gold medal like we always did, I will reward you," she smirked, challenging you

"What's the reward?" you asked.

"I'm not telling you," she said, sticking her tongue out.

Week after week, you both trained together to prepare for the Olympics. It doesn't feel like three months have passed, and the Olympics are only a week away. You feel nervous even though you've done this many times before, as if something is different about the Olympics this time. You sighed as you sat down on the bench in the practice hall and want to take a day off at least before the D-day.

“What’s wrong with you? You look tired”, “Are you nervous?” her voice startled you as she walk in to the room

“huh? how do you know? you frowned

“heyyy.. we are partner since high school, you fool. of course i know your expression” she smiled

“you want one day off?

”the fuck? how did you know that too? i got goosebumps, you like psychic read my mind like that” you showed your goosebumps to her

"Hehe... you're so cute," she said, sticking her tongue out. "No day off this week, the event is only a week away!!", “just remember my offered reward, it will make you work harder this week” she smirked

”and remember not to slack off on your training. otherwise, i won't give you the reward” her breath tickling your ear. After she said that, it made you want to work harder and get that reward—even though she hadn't told you what it was.

Finally, today is D-day. You try hard to shrug off your nerves while waiting your turn to go to the stage. Unaware that Xiaoting was already standing beside you, she held your hand to calm your nerves. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to release the tension as the two of you were called to step onto the stage. you perform with her as you both have practiced and it’s relieving ended well, you stepped down from the stage and waiting the winner announcement now because you are the last contestant. And here it is, the point announcement came out and MC called out your name as a gold medalist, you smile happily and pull xiaoting hands to go to the podium. you both happy can bring another medal for your country, she jump and hug you as you both walk back to the green room.

“ting, now tell what is your reward?” you asked

“Are you that curious?” she smirked, “i’ll tell you when we back to practice hall”

you both packing up in the green room, and you pulled her hands once again to the practice room in no time and ask her again what’s the reward

"Someone's eager to know the reward," Ting smirked, her voice sultry as she began to strip herself. "Strip for me," she commanded.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes was too much to resist. You began to undress, your eyes never leaving hers. Ting watched you, her eyes filled with desire.

"Come here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You walked toward her, your body already responding to her. Ting reached out and pulled you close, her lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. You could taste the sweetness of her mouth, could feel the softness of her lips. You kissed her back, your tongue exploring her mouth. Ting moaned softly, her body pressing against yours.

She broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down your neck, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped, your head falling back to give her better access. Ting's hands roamed over your body, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me feel good."

You nodded, your body already aching with need. Ting smiled and began to undress you, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. You helped her, your eyes never leaving hers.

Once you were both naked, Ting pushed you down onto the mat, her body straddling yours. She leaned down and kissed you again, her tongue exploring your mouth. You could feel the heat of her pussy against your cock, could feel the wetness already gathering there.

Ting broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down your body, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped as she took your nipple into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She sucked and nibbled, her hands roaming over your body.

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to lick my pussy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper and moved up your body, her pussy hovering above your face. You could smell her arousal, could see the wetness already gathering there.

You reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto your face. You began to lick her pussy, your tongue exploring her folds. Ting moaned, her body writhing above you. You could taste her sweetness, could feel her clit throbbing against your tongue.

You sucked her clit into your mouth, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. You continued to lick and suck, your hands roaming over her body.

Ting's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, her body tensing. You sucked her clit harder, your tongue flicking against it. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came.

You continued to lick her pussy, your tongue lapping up her juices. Ting's body slowly relaxed, her breath returning to normal. She looked down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now it's your turn."

She moved down your body, her lips trailing kisses as she went. You gasped as she took your cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. You could feel the heat of her mouth, could feel the suction as she began to suck.

You reached down and grabbed her head, your fingers tangling in her hair. You began to fuck her mouth, your hips thrusting up to meet her. Ting moaned, her mouth taking you deeper.

You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls. "I'm going to cum," you gasped, your body tensing. Ting sucked harder, her mouth taking you deeper. You cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure as you came, your cock pulsing in her mouth.

Ting swallowed your cum, her mouth milking you dry. You slowly relaxed, your body sated. Ting looked up at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Tastes delicious" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not done with you yet."

She moved up your body, her pussy hovering above your cock. You could feel the heat of her, could feel the wetness already gathering there. You reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto your cock.

You both moaned as you entered her, your cock filling her completely. Ting began to ride you, her body moving up and down on your cock. You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls.

You reached up and grabbed her breasts, your fingers pinching her nipples. Ting moaned, her body writhing above you. You could feel her pussy clenching around your cock, could feel the wetness gathering there.

Ting's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm cumming," she gasped, her body tensing. You thrust up into her, your cock filling her completely. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came, her pussy clenching around your cock.

You continued to fuck her, your body chasing its own release. You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls. "I'm going to cum," you gasped, your body tensing. Ting's pussy clenched around your cock, milking you as you came, your cock pulsing inside her.

You both slowly relaxed, your bodies sated. Ting looked down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think you've earned your reward. and you are mine now"

[oceansssblue]

Pantie thief silco

🤣 here goes a little fun one.

Xx, Sky.

(Still taking silco requests, really easy rules in my profile)

PANTIE THIEF – SILCO/READER

WARNINGS: SILCO STEALING UNDERWARE LIKE A CREEP, ALCOHOL. 💖

Silco would'nt indulge anyone else like this. He would'nt allow any of his men the pleasure of getting wasted at the expense of his alcohol; and he wouldn't have the decency to take care of anyone else but you. Like Jinx, you had managed to slip undetected through his carefully constructed defenses all the way into his heart; and now, Silco finds himself carrying an armfull of a very drunk woman up the stairs towards his bedroom.

The two of you aren't together. Yet. Though Silco is perfectly aware of his feelings towards you, and he trusts you as much as he thinks he is able to trust anyone at this point in his life, he is still somewhat hesitant to make a move. Both because he isn't sure about your own feelings towards him and because he doesn't really... He doesn't really do this. Date –more than a casual fuck–. Have a partner. He doesn't like stepping into the unknown; so he's got no rush.

It's still clear the relationship between you isn't exactly just friendly. There's this energy simmering below the surface; this... carefull expectancy. Rumours, too; as Silco's behaviour around you hasn't been unnoticed either. It can't be; for the second time this month, he's carrying you like a ragdoll up to his bedroom, grunting under his breath at the effort of climbing the creaky stairs with the aditional weight on his knees.

As soon as he sets you down on his bed, you start clawing your clothes off; a task amusingly difficult for your half sleeping, half drunk state. Silco tries not to watch your grumpy effort to get under the soft covers; but it's not an easy thing to do. He's hard –the first glimpse of your smooth naked skin already enough– and he's atracted to you. And you're now completely naked in his bed, twisting around so that you can sink your face into the pillow and inhale. You mumble and sigh, muscles relaxing under the covers, and Silco throbs at the knowledge that is his scent what caused that. Or a promise of a good night's rest.

You fall asleep, and Silco lingers in the bedroom picking up the disaray of your clothes from the floor and putting them into a pile to ease the headache you'll surely have tomorrow. He hovers in place when his fingers close around a black, lacy, pantie; groaning at the thought of seeing you in it. It's almost too pretty to belong to the Underground. He wonders if you only use it on special ocasions –he doubts it's comfortable to wear in any of your spy misions–; and if that's the case, why is he the only man to be lucky to see it. Perhaps you really weren't waiting for anyone else.

He's not proud of it –he doesn't feel guilty either, though, after all, you're invading his space– but he takes it. He pushes it into the safe private darkness of his pocket and leaves the room, resigned to spend the night twisting around in the sofa of his office.

The pounding headache you wake up with the next day quickly reminds you of the –admitedly– too large amount of alcohol you had ingested the night before. You groan all the way through getting dressed, frowning at not finding your underware but too tired to worry about it. You exchange a few words with Silco on your way out –relieved and gratefull that he had been considerate enough to let you crash in his private rooms once again and mortified at the same time–, and return home to shower and go about your day.

You find out all about the dissapearance of the one particular item of your clothing a few days after that. It's just another working day, and you're leaving a stack of business papers on the drawer of Silco's desk when a bunch of suspicously familiar lace calls your attention. Surprised and confused, you grab the fabric and examin it; confirming your initial suspition. It is your pantie. What the hell is Silco doing with this?

As if summoned by your thoughts, Silco chooses that exact moment to pop out of his bedroom, walking down the stairs towards his office in a dark wine red shirt that makes your mouth water. His eyes –still holding a trace of sleep–, inmediately fall upon you; eyebrow silently arching in question at your unexpected visit.

You raise up your hand to show him your discovery with an expectant pop of your hip to the side. Silco's expresion morphs from surprise to recognition to a sort of careless guiltiness. He shrugs as if this were a daily occurence –and a totally normal thing– and you can't help but laugh.

"You fuckin' sociopath" you chuckle while he approaches you. "I was wondering where the hell did my underware go".

Silco stops right in front of you and hums uncomitedly.

"You have a tendency of getting naked when drunk, it seems" he replies with a deep, calm tone.

You tilt your head to study him.

"If you liked me, you could have just told me, you know" you decide to risk it, though you hate to be vulnerable. "Surely it isn't a secret I have a crush on you by now".

Silco can't mask the sincere surprise that travels through his face quick enough. He smirks, then, a single side tug of his lips that shouldn't look that attractive –but it does–.

"I see" his eyes roam through your figure in a sugestive way with undeniable interest. "Come back to my office after work then, darling, and I shall compensate you for my cruel robbery".

The promise of a good time with this man sends a rush of excitement through your veins; and you give him a single firm nod with a victorious grin on your face.

THE END.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Double Dad Swap

Hunter:

It was a regular day. My boyfriend, Quinn, and I were hanging around my house on a Saturday. We had just finished breakfast and were deciding what to do.

“Man it's way too hot today. I don't feel like doing anything,” Quinn announced. It was true, there was definitely a heat wave going on or something. Normal people would stay inside, but a certain someone had other plans.

“Hey boys!” My dad walked into the room with a determined look on his face.

“Hey dad. What's up?”

“I'm gonna go fix that hole on the roof. The neighbors paid for the damages their kids did to it, but somebody’s still gotta do the work.”

“Today?” It's too hot out.

“Well,” he said with a laugh. “You can't stop progress!”

Once he walked out to the garage and was out of earshot, Quinn spoke up.“Your dad is like the biggest workaholic ever.”

“I know right.”

“Better than being lazy…like you,” he teased.

“Hey!” We laughed and then decided to watch a movie.

Quinn:

A few hours later we were talking in our group chat with a couple old school friends. Somehow the topic got to Hunter's dad and how hot he was. He looked at me with a confused face.

“My dad?”

“You gotta admit. He's pretty hot.”

“What the hell? No way.”

“Well of course you would say that. He’s like…your dad. Duh.”

“Well what if I said your dad was hot? He really is actually.

”Ew. He did not just go there. The idea of my dad being considered hot by anyone, was an unsettling thought. Who could like a guy like him? He was always supportive of me and all, but tended to be overly formal in casual situations.

“My dad? Gross. He's like…all traditional and stuff.” He laughed.

“And how does that affect his looks?”

“It doesn't. I mean…well he's fat and has had the same ugly mustache since the 90s.”

“Well I happen to think the chubby mustache combo is pretty sexy…”

“Gross! Stop! Your dad is the sexy one! Those piercing hazel eyes…that fit bod…”

We got in each other's faces and after a couple seconds of silence, we flopped back onto the couch and started laughing.

“If anyone heard us just now, they'd think we were nuts!” Hunter said between laughs.

“True!” I replied. “Well whatever. What are we gonna do now? I'm still bored.”

“I have an idea,” he scooted closer to me and began stroking my pants.

“But your dad's home.”

“Yeah, but he's on the roof. He's such a perfectionist with all his projects; he'll be there all day.”

“Yeah I guess.” I let out a laugh. “Well then…shall we head over to the bedroom?”

Hunter:

As Quinn sucked my dick, all I could think about was his dad. How hot it would be to fuck him, and watch him cum. Man, that would be amazing. But it was only a dream. It would really make things awkward between Quinn and I, even if it somehow did happen. I guess the only thing I could do was close my eyes and pretend he was his dad. I leaned over and kissed him, pretending he had that sexy mustache.

“I'm gonna cum!” He said between breaths. He got onto his back and jerked while I did the same, sitting on top of him. My last thought was of his dad before I closed my eyes and came; The sound of Quinn’s moaning meant that he finished too - the same time as me. It was so intense that I started feeling a little lightheaded. Before I knew it, I blacked out.

Quinn:

I opened my eyes to find I was outside. What happened? The last thing I remember, we were messing around and I came. I've been known to get so exhausted afterward that I want to take a nap, but that was just straight up blacking out. Was this a dream? I looked around and realized that I was outside my dad's restaurant. What was I doing here? It was then that I noticed it was extra hot and I found that I was wearing long sleeves. I examined my clothes to see I was wearing a tie with a black shirt and vest combo. No wonder I was sweating my ass off. But I think I recognized the outfit. My dad's? That couldn't be…

I walked inside and scanned the area. I spent a lot of time at this restaurant as a kid so I knew the layout pretty well. I would probably get an explanation by talking to my dad, so I headed for his office, but was stopped by one of the waitresses.

“Hi Mr. Rivera! How are you today?” I had no idea who this waitress was but I didn't want to be rude so I greeted her back.

“I'm good. Thanks.” My voice came out raspier than usual. A little deeper too. What was going on?

I tried the door handle. Locked. Great. What was I supposed to do now? I took a seat on the nearby bench and it felt like I sat on something, but nothing was on the bench. I searched my back pockets and it was almost like my butt was bigger somehow. I grabbed a pair of keys - my dad's pair of keys. Oh god. What if…?

I quickly turned the keys and closed the door behind me. I felt around my front pockets and took out a phone - his phone. I opened the front camera and found his face staring back at me. Fuck no, this couldn't be happening! How did I switch bodies with my dad? What was I going to say to Hunter?

Hunter:

What happened? I opened my eyes to the blue sky, but looked down to find I was on the roof! What the hell?! I scanned the area and noticed that I was home…on the roof. Did my dad bring me up here somehow?”

“Hey dad! Where are you?” I said, but my voice came out weird. Deeper somehow. I caught sight of my hands and found I was wearing gloves that had some dirt on them. My dad's gloves? What was going on? When I noticed that I was wearing his clothes - the same clothes he was wearing earlier this morning - it suddenly hit me.

“What the hell! I'm my dad!” I screamed.

How did this happen? What was Quinn going to think? And how do I even get down from the roof…

Quinn:

I held the phone up to my ear and anxiously waited for my dad to pick up. I realized that if I was in his body, he must be in mine right? After a few seconds, it went to ringtone. I couldn't wait any longer so I decided to go there myself. It wasn't too long of a drive to Hunter's house at least. I walked through the restaurant, (thankfully no employees noticed me), and pressed the button on the keys to locate my car. The reflection in the car reminded me of what I looked like, but I tried to ignore it and got into the driver's seat. There, I could see a clear reflection of myself in the rear view mirror for the first time. It was definitely my dad's face. His double chin was so evident without any facial hair - well except for his ugly mustache. I touched it with two fingers and brushed along to see what it felt like. I grazed the back of my head to find the bald spot he had there. This was so gross! I turned the ignition and was on my way to figure out how to fix this!

Hunter:

After climbing down the ladder, I was back inside the house and I immediately headed towards the bedroom where Quinn and I fucked. There we found our bodies seemingly unconscious on the bed, in the same position we were in. It was really creepy.

“Hey uh. Dad? Wake up…” I said hesitantly. No response.

“Wake up!” I said even louder. No response.

They must be in a coma or something. Oh god what if I was stuck like this? I headed towards the bathroom and found my dad's face staring back at me in the mirror. I made different facial expressions and started to creep myself out. Thankfully I was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I made my way and opened the front door just as Quinn's dad jumped out of the car, almost losing his balance as his feet hit the concrete

.“Sorry, I'm not used to this…” He looked up at me. “Oh uh I mean, hey there Mr. Patterson. Um, have you seen my uh son?”

I think I had an idea what was going on.

“Quinn?” I asked.

“Yeah? I mean- yeah that's his name…I mean…” He paused for a few seconds until he must've realized what had happened too.

“H-hunter? Is that you?”

“Yep. And that's really you in there?”

“Oh god. This sucks! What are we going to do? Wait, where are our bodies?”

“In the room where we last were. Whether or not our dads are in our bodies doesn't matter because they're unconscious or something.”

“So we're stuck like this?”Suddenly I had an idea.

“Well…you did say my dad was hot…”

“What are you getting at….OH.” Quinn replied as I smirked. “But…I mean...it's my dad's dick!”

“Yeah I know. But this may be your only chance to fuck my dad. Same thing for me too.”

“Well…being in a different body means I'm horny again so…”I leaned in for a kiss. The brushing of his mustache against my face felt amazing. Even better than I imagined!

“Shall we go?” Quinn said with a smile.

Quinn:

We didn't know what to do with our bodies so we just left them there and closed the door. Hopefully they wouldn't hear anything if they somehow were still conscious.We went into Hunter's dad's room and he immediately started stripping. He had the sexiest athletic body. Blond hair covered his entire chest and while he didn't have a six pack or anything, he had some pretty decent pecs.

Hunter looked into the mirror and made a frown.

“This is so gross!”

“Maybe don't look at your face in the mirror. Only look at the body.”

“I guess it's not as bad when I do that. But still…” He gazed at me with lust in his eyes. “Your turn.”

I so wasn't ready for this! But he hugged me and began to strip me himself, starting with my tie and vest. Each piece of clothing made my dad's chubby body more and more obvious. He started unbuttoning my shirt until the tank top underneath was revealed. I guess I didn't look as bad as I thought. My dad must've lost weight. I didn't want to go any further than that, but I also really wanted to feel his body against mine so I lifted the tank top off happily…but I was met with a terrifying surprise.

“Shit,” I said. My chubby rolls slapped the rest of my body as I gawked at myself in the mirror. It's no wonder that the tank top felt so constricting. It was holding in all that blubber.

I turned to Hunter and expected him to be upset, but was instead met with a sexy smirk. God, making his dad do those hot expressions was really turning me on.

“Wait you like this?” I asked.

“Of course. You're even bigger than I thought. An absolute muffin top.” He came from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel my dick harden as much as it could and grasped it. It was still gross the idea that it was my dad’s dick but I didn't care. All that mattered was Hunter's sexy body.

He reached his hands over and grabbed my man tits. When he played with them, I experienced sensations I never felt before as a twink. Vibrations went through my body as he jiggled every bit of squishy flesh. I turned around to return the favor - I kneeled down and started sucking his cock. He was huge! Much bigger than what he had before. It wasn't any harder to take it in though; I guess my dad's mouth must've opened bigger than mine. He put his hands around the back of my head and started pushing his cock down my throat. Faster and faster, as I jerked myself.

Suddenly he stopped as I could feel the warm cum shoot down my throat at the same time I shot my own load. In one big gulp I swallowed it all and hopped onto my back, the flabby rolls jiggling as I did.

Afterwards we washed up and Hunter put on one of his dad's t-shirts, while I just put on what I had before, because I knew nothing would fit me. We walked back into Hunter's room to see if our dads had woken up, to find that they had disappeared completely. In fact, the whole room was magically cleaned up and the bed made, as if it was a guest room and always had been.

“So…I guess we're the dads now,” Hunter said with a smirk.

“And best of all, we don't have any sons,” I replied as I opened Grindr.

[slavicdolls4mangione]

pilates 1 - luigi 0 - luigi mangione x reader

i had to write a little something after the moodboard request i got yesterday 😭 i had so much fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it! <3 also here’s a little visual of men being humbled by pilates just because !

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luigi leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and a smug smile playing on his lips. “pilates is just stretching, right? i don’t see what the big deal is.”

you raised an eyebrow, setting your coffee cup down with a little too much force. “you think it’s easy?”

he shrugged. “it’s just some light yoga. how hard could it be?”

you took a step closer, narrowing your eyes. “well, then i challenge you to join me for a class. see how ‘easy’ it really is.”

luigi laughed, pulling you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist. “i’m game. i’m practically a professional athlete.”

you smirked, trying to hide your excitement. “you might want to reconsider that confidence babe.”

the next day, you both arrived at the studio. luigi was clearly a little out of his element, eyeing the reformer machines with suspicion while you were trying not to giggle.

the instructor, a woman with a calm yet assertive tone, smiled at you both. “alright, let’s start with a basic stretch, shall we?”

luigi nodded confidently, stepping onto the reformer like he owned the place. you, however, could already see the hesitation gathering on his face as he lay down and placed his feet in the straps.

the instructor cued, “engage your core and slowly extend your legs, keep your back flat.”

luigi immediately bent his knees like he was squatting. “this is easy!” he called out, pushing the platform with way too much force.

a second later, the reformer jerked violently, and luigi’s legs shot out at a strange angle, his face going from confident to very confused.

“whoa!” he yelped while clutching the sides of the machine. “ what the fuck [name] what kind of trickery is this?!”

you bit your lip to hold back the laughter. “told you,” you said sweetly.

the instructor was unfazed, guiding him into a new position. “let’s try a slow roll-up, luigi.”

you could see luigi's pride slowly deflating as he struggled, his muscles shaking as he attempted to sit up. he managed a few inches before falling back with a dramatic sigh.

“i—i don’t get it! how do you make it look so easy?” he complained, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

you grinned, “maybe it’s the secret pilates sorcery.”

luigi let out a groan. “i thought this was gonna be like a walk in the park... this feels more like… a roll in the mud!”

as the class continued, he looked at you like you were a mysterious sorceress. and when it finally ended, luigi stood up wobbly, trying to look as if he’d just casually walked out of an intense workout.

“well, that... was something,” he muttered, trying to keep his dignity intact.

you grinned and wrapped your arms around him, a playful sparkle in your eyes. “i’ll take that as a lesson learned?”

he gave you a tired, yet affectionate smile. “next time, we should do something easy. like... yoga. with the stretchy bands. or nap time."

you laughed and kissed his pout away. "deal. but next week...we're trying yoga.”

luigi groaned and watched you affectionately as you saunter away while still giggling to yourself

[grimesve1l]

Want

Summary: JJ sneaks off with his favorite kook at midsummer's

Warnings: Swearing, possessiveness, degradation, smut (mdni), oral m!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex

You had spent the entire week preparing so that you would look your absolute best tonight. For girls like you midsummers was a night to flaunt wealth and beauty. You're a stereotypical kook girl, your reputation is everything. That being said even you had your secrets and the biggest one of all was none other than JJ Maybank.

You knew if anyone found out about you two , it'd be over for you but you just couldn't help yourself . All your life you've gotten exactly what you wanted and if this time what you wanted happened to be a blonde haired, blue eyed pouge then so what. You'd have him too.

This mindset is how you ended up in this dynamic with him. You two weren't dating but the way the two of you snuck around sure made it seem like it. Tonight was a prime example of this. You had first seen JJ on the dance floor passing a note to Sarah Cameron of all people.

You couldn't stand Sarah and seeing her so close to JJ made you furious. You quickly wrote a note of your own and slipped it to JJ as you passed by him. After that you went to one of the many bathrooms the venue had and waited. Within minutes you heard a specific knock on the door that you knew belonged to him.

You quickly open the door letting him in before you slam it shut and lock it. JJ tries to lean down to kiss you but you push him back against the door before he can. "You think I'm gonna let that shit slide?" you say looking him dead in the eyes.

"Let what slide?" JJ asks confused. "I saw you and Sarah. You think that's cute?" you continue accusing him. "Chill out, there's nothing going on with her. I was just doing a friend a favor." he says trying to ease your grip on him.

Your grip only tightens "Your mine JJ. I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Don't get that close to her again." you say pressing yourself even closer to him. "What, you jealous." he asks smiling down at you. "So what if I am?" You reply.

"Nothing wrong with it in fact i think it's hot." he says gripping your hips as he whispers the last part. This was all you needed to lean up and press your lips against his. He groans when the back of his head hits the door. This gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

As soon as you try to deepen the kiss he pulls you back by your hair. "You kooks always try to be in control of everything. You know damn well I'm in charge of this." he says making you look at him. "JJ-" you begin as you try to get out of his grasp. "Quit whining and get on your knees. Don't forget you're the one who told me to come in here."

Knowing that he's not gonna let go off you unless you do, you sink to your knees in front of him. "Go ahead you know what to do." he says now looking down at you. You unzip his pants and take his cock out of his boxers.

You give it a few tugs before you give the tip a light lick. "Don't start you teasing shit." he mutters before grabbing your hair and forcing his cock into your mouth. You immediately gag as he hits the back of your throat relentlessly. Your hands grip onto his thighs tying to brace yourself.

He pulls your head back momentarily for you to catch your breath before continuing his actions. "Fuck baby. I'm gonna cum. Yeah?" he tells you. You can only mumble a "mhm" around his cock as his hips begin to falter. He delivers one final thrust before his cum shoots down your throat.

He lets go of your hair and you pull back before swallowing. As he leans against the door you begin licking any remnants of his release off his cock. "Goddamn look at you. Who knew kook girls were such dirty whores." he says watching you. "And who knew pouge boys liked it so much." you respond looking up at him through your lashes.

"Get up." he tells you. "I'm kinda busy right now." you respond still lapping at his cock as it begins to harden once again. He quickly grabs you and puts you on your feet only to bend you over the bathroom counter. "You've got a smartass mouth you know that?" he says as he pulls your panties down your legs.

"Shut up." you reply as you watch him through the mirror. "You act like you aren't soaked from sucking my dick." he says motioning to your dripping cunt. He takes his cock and lines it up before he quickly pushes inside you. You let out a yelp at the unexpected intrusion.

"You better be quiet. Wouldn't want all your kook friends to know you like getting fucked by a pouge." he tells you as he begins roughly thrusting in and out. You lower your head as you try to contain the noises you let out. "Don't do that." he says wrapping your hair around his hand as he pulls making your head come up as well.

He forces you to watch as he continues to fuck into you. "What you to see what a slut your are." he grunts out as he looks at you through the mirror. "JJ it feels so good." You moan. "Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick?" he replies. "Yes." you whimper out as you feel your orgasm start in to build.

Your legs begin to get weak as you're about to cum. JJ maneuvers the two of you so he can hold you up as he thrusts into you. "Oh shit i'm gonna cum." you say as your orgasm starts to wash over you. "Fuck Y/n." JJ says as you pulse around him.

He stops thrusting as he cums inside you. He lets go of your hair and pulls out of you before zipping his pants back up. As you lay against the counter he pulls your panties back up your legs so they catch any cum that could drip out. "Later babe." he whispers into your ear before he presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves.

Once you hear the door click you begin to stand up on your wobbly legs. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyeliner is running down your face and your lipstick is smudged all over your mouth. You can also feel the way both JJ's and your cum leaks into your panties.

If anyone you knew saw you now you would be the talk of the town. You didn't care though, looking at how you had let JJ wreck you didn't bother you at all. Because after all it's what you wanted.

A/n: Went back to my roots as a JJ girl to write this one lmao

Find more of my stuff here :p

[thatoneautisticshark]

We've been blessed with Gaz taking care of a sick Ghost, but what do you think about a situation of Price taking care of a sick Soap? 👀

-ttt (who may or not be sick right now with a cold and loves a good comfort sick care fic🤧)

yes very very cute. It's a bit short sorry lol. I'm sleepy. Art at the end!!

Price glanced up from his paperwork as the door creaked open, and Soap walked in brandishing a stack of papers. “Finally finished all the fucking shitty paperwork ye gave me, if you give me more I'll bloody shank ye”

Price huffed a laugh, taking the papers, bopping soap on the head with them. “Don't be threatening your captain Mactavish” he chided putting the papers on his desk.

He turned back to the scot, frowning slightly. Soap wasn't looking good. His eyes were a little red, he was pale and swaying slightly on his feet, and when Price looked a little closer, he saw the others hands shaking.

He chewed on his lip as he debated it. As a friend, he was worried, and wanted to care for his friend. But as a professional and captain, he might be crossing lines.

But as he watched Soap sneeze and then wince as if the sneeze had caused him pain, Price knew he couldn't just professionally drop it.

“Mactavish, you solid?”The scot startled slightly looking up at Price.

“Uhm yeah… yeah I'm okay Cap”

Well that was bullshit. Soap looked like he may collapse if the wind blew too hard. And Soap clearly knew it was bullshit.

“Would you like to try that again? Because that was false”

Soap winced “Right sorry..” he chewed over his words “Uhm… I'm just a bit off.. think ay got a cold…’ts no big deal sir”

“Oh don't bullshit me. You are shaking, you should be resting”

Soap pulled a face, somehow still fighting while being sick. “Ay am fine Price! Christ ye acting like… a bloody.. mother hen ye numpty…” He trailed off at the end, and Price barely had time to stick out his hands, catching the sergeant as his legs gave out.

Price quickly wrapped his arms around the waist, holding the other up. “Mactavish seriously?”

The man in his arms groans, pushing himself back to his feet.“I-....sorry sir.. I'll be okay”

Okay? Price looked at him incredulously. The man was barely standing and had the gall to say he'd be okay?

“You need to rest, Mactavish, and I don't trust you'll rest if I tell you too. So you are coming with me”

The scot stammered in confusion but let himself be dragged towards the captains quarters. “I..wha- but…. Okay..” he finally conceded.

When they arrived at Price's room he gently pushed the other onto the bed, Soap not having the energy to argue, laying down and drifting off.

Over the next few hours he stirred a few times but never woke up, until Price was just beginning to wonder if he would be sleeping on the couch, when the sergeant woke, mildly delirious.

“I'm colddd” he whined at price, who was holding back a chuckle, while walking over.

He sat on the edge of the bed, before letting out an undignified squeak as Soap pulled him down. “Warm.”

Price blinked as soap clung to him, considering his options. He could easily push the other off. Soaps' grip was weak, and he couldn't fight.

But he just couldn't bring himself to. Soap was so vulnerable right now. And in this state he choose to seek out Price.

He sighed pulling his shirt off and sliding under the covers letting Soap rest on his chest, Soap immediately snuggling in.

This wasn't the worst thing ever.

And if when morning came and Price didn't want to wake soap so he simply read the reports with the other on him, who would know?

If anyone can identify what the wallpaper is, kudos. I wanna see if anyone gets it

[kiwriteswords]

Thank you for the tags, @dudeitiskarev and @solardrop! I love Tumblr games--I wish people would do them more often!

This is for a current WIP that I have yet to decide if I want to abandon it or not (the original date on the google doc is December 28th...so not feeling too confident here, lol). I keep coming back to it, which makes me feel like I should continue it, but I also feel like the overall premise of the story is repetitive to other stuff I have shared. So, we'll see!

Aaron Hotchner x shy!Fem!Reader flirtatious tension story I have been working on, where Hotch sees how much he can fluster shy!reader.

The first few times Aaron Hotchner caught you off guard, you convinced yourself it was a one-time thing.

A fluke. A slip of restraint.

A rare moment where he let himself say what he was thinking instead of keeping it locked behind the walls he’d built for years.

But now?

Now, sitting in the BAU bullpen, surrounded by agents, the hum of paperwork being shuffled and keyboards clicking filling the air--

You realized you had been very, very wrong.

The office was alive with the usual post-case exhaustion, a strange mix of relief and tension still lingering in the air.

The team had only gotten back this morning--after a case that ran for days, a case that left you exhausted but wired, adrenaline still flickering beneath your skin.

Most of the team was wrapping up reports, lingering in the bullpen with coffee cups and sighs of relief that they finally had a few days to breathe.

And you?

You were sitting at your desk, typing up the final notes, trying to focus but finding it impossible.

Because you could feel him. It was this magnetic pull. This energy shift. 

Hotch was in his office, his blinds half-drawn, his body partially turned toward the window.

And he was watching you.

You knew, because every time you glanced up, you found him already looking.

Not in a way that anyone else would notice.

Not in a way that said, “hey, something’s happening here!” 

But in a way that sent a warm, twisting pulse through your stomach, in a way that made your fingers hover just slightly over your keyboard, in a way that made you forget what you were even supposed to be typing in the first place.

Damn it.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to refocus, fingers moving mechanically across the keyboard, the words forming on the screen feeling far less important than the heat creeping up your neck.

And then--

"Agent, a word?"

Your stomach flipped.

Your brain must have shut off and lost track of time or the atmosphere because, for one moment, he was up at his desk looking at you with those eyes--now? Now, he was standing at his door, pulling you from your thoughts. Your scrambled, less than work-appropriate thoughts. 

Because fuck, that voice.

That low, even tone--just professional enough that no one else would think twice about it, but you?

You felt the weight of it.

You exhaled carefully, schooling your features before standing, aware of Morgan’s knowing smirk as you passed his desk.

"Getting called to the principal’s office?" he teased.

You shot him a pointed look, but it lacked any real bite, because truth be told, your brain was already spiraling.

Because Aaron Hotchner wanted to see you in his office.

That should not have been a big deal.

But God, it was.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you, the usual scent of coffee and paper filling the space.

Hotch was behind his desk, one hand resting on a case file, the other rolling a pen slowly between his fingers. The faint sound of the air conditioning hummed in the background, a stark contrast to the palpable silence that fell between you.

"Close the blinds."

You blinked, confusion mingling with the sudden spike in your pulse. The blinds filtered the late afternoon light, casting long shadows across his stoic face, giving him an almost ethereal glow that didn't suit the gravity of the moment.

"What?" you managed to stutter out, your hands unconsciously tightening at your sides.

Hotch lifted his gaze slowly, and fuck, the weight of it knocked the breath from your lungs.

"The blinds," he repeated, calmly, smoothly, like he wasn’t already unraveling you from across the room. "You don’t want an audience, do you?"

Your pulse spiked.

Because Jesus Christ.

What did that mean?

What did that mean?

Your pulse spiked, adrenaline coursing through you as if you were on the edge of a precipice. The office felt smaller suddenly, the walls inching closer, filled with the scent of leather from his chair and the faintest hint of his cologne--a sharp, clean smell that was all too familiar.

You hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly against your side, your throat suddenly dry, because this was not the Hotch you were used to.

This wasn’t the man who delivered briefings with an unreadable expression.

This wasn’t the Unit Chief who kept his emotions locked down so tight that you sometimes wondered if he ever let himself feel anything at all.

This was someone else entirely.

Someone dangerous.

Someone who knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And fuck, you weren’t ready.

"I--" You exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the heat spreading through you, the fact that your hands were trembling slightly as you reached for the cord and tilted the blinds shut.

When you turned back, Hotch was still watching you.

But this time?

This time, his head was tilted slightly, his gaze slow, assessing, his fingers tapping against his desk in an almost lazy rhythm.

"You’re blushing." It was less of an observation and more of a fact. 

Your breath hitched.

"I am not." You moved to go sit at the chair in front of his desk, but your legs felt wobbly. Your palms sweaty. 

Hotch hummed--low, thoughtful, like he knew you were lying, like he was entirely too pleased with himself.

"I don’t know," he mused, leaning back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping slower against the wood. "I think you are."

Your stomach twisted.

Because what the hell was happening right now?

"Did you need something?" you asked, forcing your voice to stay steady, but fuck, it was so much more complicated than it should have been.

Hotch just watched you for a second longer, his expression unreadable--except, this time?

This time, you felt the shift before he even spoke.

"Yes." He exhaled, shaking his head slightly, like this was some mild inconvenience to him, and God, that only made it worse.

Then--

"Come here," he instructed, his voice not commanding but inviting, which was somehow more unnerving.

You blinked, startled, your fingers pausing against the back of the chair you had barely pulled out.

"What?"

Hotch didn’t repeat himself.

Didn’t clarify.

Didn’t explain.

He just sat there, calmly watching you, like he had all the time in the world, like this was nothing unusual at all.

And fuck, something about that made your pulse kick up.

"Aaron--"

"Come here," he repeated, smoother this time, his tone velvet over steel. Your stomach flipped, heat curling low in your spine at the way he said it--smooth, even, just a little too controlled.

Like he already knew you were going to listen.

You exhaled, cautious, unsure, but you stepped forward anyway, the room suddenly too quiet as you stopped just in front of his desk.

Hotch didn’t move right away.

Just sat there, assessing, his gaze dragging over you, the air between you thick with something you couldn’t name.

And then--

He reached out.

His fingers hooked into your belt loop, pulling you forward, slow, unhurried, until your thighs pressed against the edge of his desk. The touch was light, but it might as well have been a chain for all the escape it afforded you.

Your breath hitched.

"Aaron."

"I’ve been thinking about kissing you all morning." 

The words knocked the air from your lungs.

You stared at him, pulse hammering in your throat, because Jesus Christ, what?

"You--" You swallowed, brain short-circuiting, your fingers gripping the desk for support. "We’re at work."

Hotch hummed, unbothered, his thumb skimming lightly over your waistband, just the slightest touch, but God, it burned. "And?"

"And--" You exhaled shakily, completely thrown, because what the hell was happening right now? "And the door isn’t locked," you finally managed.

Hotch’s lips curved, his gaze flicking up to yours, something dark and knowing glinting behind his eyes. "Would you like me to lock it?"

Your stomach dropped.

Your breath came uneven, your fingers gripping the desk tighter, because fuck, you were losing this so fast.

"Aaron," you hissed, voice quieter now, because you could feel your face burning, and God, you could not afford to be flustered right now.

Hotch just watched you, so damn pleased with himself, his fingers still resting against your hip, his throat bobbing slightly as his gaze flickered to your lips. "See, you are blushing." 

Your heart nearly stopped. "I am not."

"You are." His voice dipped, smooth and devastatingly confident. "And it’s because you like it."

You gaped at him.

Because holy shit, when did he start talking to you like this?

Tagging anyone who wants to play! I would love to see what people are working on!

[nyxtickled]

I’m so shocked to hear all that’s been going on with this dude, but I’m so proud of you! This must be so hard for you, but clearly you are better off and have so many great people in your corner! Sending love <3

Are you able to share any of the “warnings” you got from people previously (aside from the few people you mentioned)? Like was he really just acting like this to everyone? It’s so crazy to me that this happened to others too - sociopath vibes. It’s scary that this was hidden for so long!! Can’t trust anyone :( also, I’m loving the screenshot evidence and I think it really helps to paint a clear picture of how a predator can hide like that.

Again, sending so much love! Also p.s. he fucked up big time with you, he lost a good one!!!

thank you for the love, it means so much! the good news is, i was fucked up over it for a short bit, but i feel nothing but relief and closure now.

absolutely - here are some of the warnings i received, which i was later talked out of after approaching him:

i included some of my responses to the reddit user who tried to warn me as well, just to sort of verify how i was immediately taken aback and i could immediately disprove the claims being made about me. the reddit convo was actually what led to the biggest conflict i shared about in my og community warning post. those messages were what led me to say “hey so i am being told some things that make me really uncomfortable, but my dog is literally dying so i don’t have the capacity to discuss it rn, i just need space.” the response that followed was the 24 hours of lashing out and shaming me for “taking her side” etc.

overall i would just say that if anyone you play with seems to have a habit of telling you that their other play partners are jealous of you, or if you hear warnings about them and they just get angry with you for not immediately choosing to blindly believe that the warnings are fabricated, or if the explanation for the warnings always involves some level of “that person is just bitter bc they wanted more with me and i didn’t” etc, you should interpret it as a red flag.

for example: if i had a play partner approach me saying someone warned me about them, and they felt unsure about me now, i would begin by apologizing right off the bat that they were pulled into a situation that led to them feeling like they weren’t safe or valued by me. then i would ask if they were willing to speak to me about what came up or what they were told, in case i may be able to offer some insight. if they didn’t have the space for it, id respect that. of course i would be very anxious and worried and confused, wondering what someone could have said to them about me to make them feel like they couldn’t trust me - but processing those feelings would be MY responsibility, not theirs. the only appropriate thing for me to do would be to give them whatever space they request, and tell them that i would love nothing more than to talk about it and explore what was going on whenever they were capable. and again, i’d just apologize for any hurt they were experiencing.

would i be lowkey losing my mind a little? absolutely! i’d probably be spiraling and tweaking tryna figure out what on earth could have been said or what they thought i did and whether it was true. i’m not saying it would be easy!!!! but all of those panicky feelings are not theirs to appease. so i would instead reach out to my own close friends for support.

now, granted this hasn’t ever happened to me in kink, because idk i just try really hard to be as honest and open and forthcoming as possible with everyone i ever meet. but it has happened with interpersonal relationships where my partner or friend has a problem with something i did that inadvertently hurt them, and they aren’t ready to talk about it yet. so, it was my responsibility to give them the time they needed to process, and to process my own panic somewhere else.

no one should ever make you feel like your boundaries and needs are harmful to them. if someone has a problem with your boundaries, it usually means they were benefiting from you not having any.

[bambisnc]

      FROM THE START ♡

### . STARRING ⌢ n.rk. jeremy fragrance... ⋆ 0.5k // CRACKFIC AF ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ @rikisgeef enjoy >< + [m.list]

ruru and riki had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon at a cute cafe. sipping on pretty drinks, the two of them had been enjoying the calm atmosphere which provided them with comfortable silence. they’d both needed a break, and this was proving to be exactly it. 

suddenly, ruru sighed.

“riki… i miss him.” 

the male looked up at her, confused. “what do you mean, ruru?”

“you know who i’m talking about…,” her voice was soft, tinged with noticeable sadness, “fragrance. jeremy fragrance.”

riki’s face darkened. his eyes glared into ruru’s, annoyance dripping from the harsh gaze. he looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. out of consideration, maybe? or perhaps he just didn’t have the words to express what he felt…

the silence quickly started decaying into an awkward shroud around the two friends. 

“riki?..” ruru finally spoke up, “is everything okay?...”

“no.” the finality and surety in his voice is almost jarring. “don’t look at me like that. don’t like at me like you actually give a fuck.”

“huh?! of course i do.” she said, “you’re my best friend-”

“shut up.”

“huh?........”

riki inhaled sharply, as if this was taking a physical toll on him, “haven’t you noticed yet? i hate listening to you harp on about how that fragrance mf is your soulmate. you keep going on and on about how perfect he is, blah, blah, blah. when you know full well he isn’t. 

and newsflash. i’m the only one who’s been here from the start. i’m the one who deserves to be with you.”

ruru couldn’t believe what she was hearing. her best friend just confessed to her?... how was she supposed to react to that?!

… honestly, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of riki in that way. and if it this were some other time, she’d have jumped at the chance to be with him. 

but… right now? she had to be true to her heart.

she knew jeremy fragrance was the one for her.

right as she was thinking about what she could possibly do in this situation, the door of the cafe burst open.

and in walked … jeremy fragrance?!

“baby,” he declared, walking straight towards ruru, “i heard what he said. i had no idea you felt this way about me…”

he got down on his knees in front of the girl, who now had heart eyes for the love of her life.

“jeremy… how are you- what are you doing here?”

he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it, “i’m here for you. you know because of my sense of smell being abso-fucking-lutely ruined, all of my other senses have literally surpassed sigma skibidi toilet rizz levels. i heard it all. all the way from my huge ass penthouse.”

before riki, who had been stewing in anger so far, could make a single move, jeremy spoke up again.

“so, baby. will you run away with me? i swear to always spray on 20 litres of dior sauvage for you every single day. forget all about that email of mine — you’re the only one for me.” 

and of course, ruru said "yes! take me, my love <3" how could she not, after all?

riki could only watch as his beloved best friend was taken in a princess carry by jeremy fragrance who kept spraying some bottle of perfume on himself every few seconds, as the entire cafe applauded and cheered the happy couple.

no. ruru was only his. and he’d do anything to get her back.

[isa-beenme]

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: As the Archeron sisters grow older you take in as your mission to make things right for your cousins, even if the secrets you keep of where you are from and who you are might one day collapse. You never wanted to go back to that life, but something is calling you, and it might be your only way back home.

Warnings: Use of Y/N, ACOTAR rewrite, female main character, verbal offense, not 100% book following, Rhys is still not here 😔

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight - Masterlist

Chapter 2: Two Birds

The tension between you and Feyre had reached its peak on a hot afternoon. Feyre found you in the library again, poring over yet another ancient text. The stacks of books beside you had grown significantly over the past few weeks - histories of Prythian, records of treaties, maps of the courts - everything that consumed every single little free time you had. Every second you spent running away from Feyre cost you her patience.

Feyre leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Are you ever going to tell me what you’re looking for?”  

You didn’t look up. “Answers.”  

Feyre huffed. “To what?”  

Your fingers stilled on the pages. Slowly, you lifted her gaze. “To things you’re not ready to hear. Things you don't want to hear.” 

Feyre’s frustration flared. “Why do you always do this? Why do you act like you know something I don’t?”  

You studied your cousin for a long moment. Poor little girl. Who believes in what faes say without a question, who is easily enchanted by the wonders this place has to offer and ignores the dangers. Then you exhaled, closing the book with a quiet thud. You promised you wouldn't go there. Promised you wouldn't be like your mother, just this once.

“If you keep going down this path,” you said quietly, “if you keep trusting Tamlin, this truth won’t be hidden for much longer.”  

Feyre blinked. “What does that mean?”  

But you were already standing, already walking toward the door. Feyre grabbed your wrist. “Y/N—”

The library seemed to shrink around you both, the heat of the afternoon pressing against the old wooden walls. Feyre’s fingers clutched your wrist, her nails digging into your skin.

“What does that mean?” she repeated, her voice sharper now.

You glanced at her hand on your arm, then at her face — frustration, confusion, and that stubborn pride you knew all too well flickering in her eyes. It would be so easy to end this here. To lie. To brush her off like you always did. But the weight of the truth—of the past—had been clawing at your chest for weeks.

“It means you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you, what I've been telling you since we got here.” You snapped, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “You trust him because you want to believe he’s something better. Because you’ve always been too fucking naive to know how this world really works.”

Feyre's eyes widened, like you had slapped her. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You wrenched your arm free, taking a step back, putting distance between you — not trusting yourself, not trusting the bitterness rising up in your throat.

“It means you believe in stupid fairy tales they have been building around you, you are making them sure that you are just a stupid little human girl” you hissed “That thinks a little kindness from a High Lord makes him good. You’ve always been too dumb to question why someone with so much power would ever be generous without wanting something in return, and you are giving what they want on a silver platter, without realizing you are eating out their kindness from their shoes. You weren't lucky that Andras didn't kill you that night in the forest, you are a pawn in a game you don't even have a fucking mind to see you are playing.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You saw the exact moment the words hit her — saw the hurt flicker through her face before she masked it with anger.

“I forget you are a stupid little human girl too. Just because you're smarter or taller or stronger or… hell even prettier than me doesn't make you anything more than a human too.” Her voice was low, trembling.  

“I know.” You forced out, but it sounded hollow even to your own ears.  

Feyre shook her head slowly. “You don’t sound like you believe it.”  

It sliced through you, deeper than you expected. You could feel it rising — the weight of your mother’s voice, the bitterness she carried until the day she died. The hatred for the human blood that bound you to a world that would never truly accept you. You had sworn never to become her.  

Yet here you were — spitting the same venom she used to whisper in your ear at night.  

“Feyre, I didn’t mean—” But your throat closed before you could finish, the memories crashing over you — your mother's cold hands brushing your hair to make sure your ears would show up, her eyes as she watched you train and snicker every time you made a mistake because you weren't fast enough or stronger enough, her judgemental looks every time you were playing with your best friend, her sharp voice warning you to never forget what ran in your veins. What you truly were.  

Half-blood. Abomination. Incomplete. Unworthy. Nothing.

You staggered back a step. “Forget it.”

Feyre's brow furrowed, the anger fading into confusion. “Y/N—”

But you were already moving — bolting toward the door, your heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. You barely made it to your room before the sob tore out of you. You pressed your back against the door, sliding down until you hit the floor, hands shaking.  

Not again.  

Not like her.  

But the truth was already there — clawing under your skin, whispering in your blood. You didn't belong here. You didn't belong anywhere. And no matter how much you tried to bury it, the truth was starting to rise — and soon, not even you would be able to hide it.

Feyre stood there, heart pounding in the empty library. She had had enough. If you wouldn’t tell her the truth—she would find someone who would.  

☆

Lucien found Feyre in the stables the next morning, idly running a hand down a horse’s mane.  

“You’re brooding.”  

Feyre sighed. “I am not brooding.”  

Lucien leaned against the stall, arms crossed. “You’re definitely brooding.”  

She glared at him, but he only smirked. “Let me guess, your cousin got under your skin again?”  

Feyre huffed, looking away. “She keeps saying there’s something wrong with Tamlin. That I’m not seeing the full picture. That I don't know anything about this place. But at the same time, she doesn't want to tell me what's wrong.”  

Lucien was silent for a moment. Then, carefully, he said, “She is… perceptive.”  

Feyre frowned. “You're not telling me she's  right, are you?”  

Lucien’s russet eye gleamed. “I think she likes knowing things others don’t.” He tilted his head. “But that doesn’t mean she’s always right. Or wrong. Sometimes decisions aren't truly right or wrong, they depend on the consequences that bring to things that are important to you.”  

Feyre swallowed. Lucien watched her, and then, with a lazy grin, said, “You’re thinking too hard. Come on, let’s spar. I want to see if you’re as terrible with a sword as you are with a bow.”  

Feyre rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Let's do it like this: if I touch you with the sword, you answer a question of mine, no walking around the truth, just a straight answer. If you touch me, I answer questions about Y/N that I know you are curious to ask.”

“That's a deal, little human.”

Lucien led Feyre to a small clearing just behind the stables, the morning sun filtering through the trees. He took his sword with a lazy flick of his wrist, the wood feeling a little too light to what he is used to.

“Ready, little human?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Feyre rolled her shoulders, gripping the wooden practice sword he had tossed her way. “You're going to regret making this deal, fox boy.”

Lucien's grin widened. “We'll see.”

He lunged without warning — a quick, fluid strike aimed at her side. Feyre barely managed to block, stumbling back a step. 

“Too slow.” With a flick of his wrist, the flat of his blade tapped her ribs. “That’s one.”

Feyre gritted her teeth. Lucien leaned on his sword, smug. “Tell me… when did Y/N show up at your family’s doorstep?”

Feyre's hands tightened on the hilt, but she forced her breathing steady. “I was still a child. She came after… after our father lost everything. She never talked about where she came from, only that she was family and was there to help.”

Lucien's smile didn't quite reach his eye. “Funny how she never mentioned where that family line came from, isn't it?”

Feyre scowled. “My turn.” She lunged, clumsy but quick — her wooden sword skimming his shoulder. Lucien blinked, surprised.  

Feyre smirked. “Tell me… how do you find out people's secrets in Prythian?”

Lucien's grin faltered, just for a heartbeat, before he leaned closer. “There’s an ancient creature,” he said quietly. “The Suriel. It loves to talk, if you know how to catch it.”

“How do you catch a Suriel?”

“That's not how the game works, Feyre.” Her heart skipped a beat, but she masked it, stepping back into position. Lucien struck fast — tapping her knee before she could block.  

“That’s two.”

He circled her slowly. “Y/N… how well does she know how to use a bow?”

Feyre's jaw clenched. “Better than I ever will. That thing looks like a kids toy to her.”

Lucien hummed. “Thought so.”

They fought in near silence, the rhythm of wood clashing against steel filling the clearing.  

Lucien struck her shoulder — three.  

“How were your hunts together?”

“She always had more food than me. She was faster, it was easier for her. Sometimes I spent hours getting a rabbit just to go back and find out she had a wolf and two deers ready.”

Her thigh — four.  

“What is that accent of hers?”

“I don't know. Ever since I met her she seems to be forcing it down, but when her emotions are too much it comes back without her realizing. Never heard anyone talking like her.”

Her wrist — five.  

“Why did she come to your family?”

Feyre's stomach twisted. “She never told us. Only that she had nowhere else to go.”

Lucien’s gaze flicked to the ground for half a second — as if that answer confirmed something he already suspected. Feyre forced herself to move, forced her body into action, swinging low, then high, until her wooden sword clipped his ribs.  

Lucien hissed through his teeth.  

“Straight answer, Lucien.”

His russet eye flicked toward her. “The Suriel can be found in the western woods, near the snare traps. But catching it is one thing… surviving its company is another.”

Feyre's heart pounded. She had one last strike left — and she knew exactly what she would ask. But Lucien was faster. His blade touched her ribs once more, making her curse under her breath.  

He grinned. “What’s she hiding from you?” 

Feyre's stomach twisted painfully.  

“I don’t know.”

Lucien's grin faded — because they both knew that was the worst answer of all. They circled each other one last time, the clearing thick with tension.  

Feyre lunged — her blade grazing his forearm. Lucien froze, breath catching.  

“What is she?” Feyre demanded.  

Lucien's russet eye locked onto hers, something dark flickering behind it. “I don't know. Ever since I met her, her mother never let her tell anyone else. But sometimes I think... She doesn't remember what she is, either.”

☆

Feyre waited until dawn before slipping into the woods, her bow slung over her shoulder and a satchel filled with snares bouncing at her hip. She walked in silence, the crisp morning air biting at her cheeks as she followed the path Lucien had mentioned, deeper and deeper into the dense green, where the light barely cut through the canopy.  

The Suriel.  

It felt foolish, chasing whispers and myths. But Feyre had no other choice, not when doubt gnawed at her every waking thought, not when your voice echoed in her mind, warning her again and again that something was wrong.  

The western woods stretched on endlessly, shadows pressing in from every side. Feyre set her traps with shaking fingers, twine and bones, baited with the blood of a rabbit she had killed earlier that morning. She didn’t know how long she waited—hours maybe—crouched behind a fallen tree, bow in hand, her heart pounding with every snapped twig and distant rustle.  

Then… The snare snapped tight. 

Feyre rose slowly, arrow notched, and stepped toward the clearing. The Suriel stood tangled in the trap, its skeletal frame hunched beneath the cloak of tattered black. Its milky white eyes gleamed in the dim light, lips stretched into a grin beneath the shadow of its hood.  

“Ah, the human girl comes seeking knowledge.”  

Feyre's grip tightened on her bowstring. “I caught you. You have to answer my questions.”

The Suriel’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth. “I do.” 

Feyre swallowed hard. Her heart thundered so loud she was sure the creature could hear it. “Tell me about Tamlin. Tell me the truth.”

The Suriel's hollow voice echoed through the clearing. “You have already been warned of the truth, haven't you? You cling to your ignorance because it is easier. But the High Lord of Spring hides more than his heart from you.”

Feyre's stomach twisted. “What curse is he under?”

The Suriel chuckled—a low, rattling sound. “Ah, unfortunately there are stronger magics that not even I can go through. That is not my secret to tell.”

Feyre's hands trembled around the bowstring. She was running out of time—she could feel it, like the forest itself was holding its breath. But before she could ask her next question, before the fear could win, another thought clawed its way forward.  

You.  

Her cousin's face flashed in her mind—those sharp, knowing eyes, that endless searching. She hadn't planned to ask. But the words slipped out before she could stop them.  

“What about Y/N?”

The Suriel's grin faded—just slightly. Its head tilted, milky eyes narrowing. “Ah… the lost daughter.”

Feyre's heart stopped. “What does that mean?”

The Suriel leaned closer, the snare biting into its withered wrists. “You do not yet understand what she is, do you?”

Feyre's mouth went dry. “Tell me.”

A long pause stretched between them. Then, softly… “Long ago, an Archeron man had a child with a fae female. A rare thing… an impossible thing, perhaps. The daughter of that union has been hidden for centuries, searching for what was stolen from her.”

Feyre's knees buckled. Her cousin. Her cousin, who was stronger, faster, more beautiful than anyone had a right to be. Her cousin, who always seemed to know more than she let on, who carried a grief Feyre had never understood.  

Half-fae.  

“You're lying.” Her voice cracked.  

The Suriel only smiled. “The Archeron line has always carried secrets. You are not the first to stand in Prythian, Feyre Archeron.”

The world tilted. Her lungs squeezed, breath coming faster and faster. “What is she searching for?”

The Suriel's smile sharpened. “The same thing all lost things search for. A way home. The family that was taken from her.”

Feyre's legs threatened to give out—but the sound of snapping branches cut through the haze. Her head whipped toward the trees. A low growl echoed through the clearing—then another.  

The Naga.  

Feyre's heart leapt into her throat as the four shadowed figures emerged from the brush, black eyes glinting with hunger.  

“Release me, human,” the Suriel hissed. “They will not touch you if I am free.”

Her fingers fumbled at the knot, but the Naga were already circling, their claws glinting. 

“You're taking too long,” the Suriel warned.  

Feyre notched an arrow and loosed it, striking one of the creatures in the shoulder. It barely flinched. Another lunged for her, she stumbled back, slashing wildly with her knife.  

“Free me,” the Suriel rasped.  

Feyre's blood roared in her ears. She dropped her bow, hands flying to the knot, tearing at the twine, nails ripping at the bone latches. The Suriel's long fingers closed around her wrist, guiding her.  

“You asked the right questions, Feyre Archeron,” it murmured. “Now run.”

The snare snapped loose. The Suriel vanished into the shadows—just as Lucien's arrows flew from the brush, striking two Naga dead in an instant. Feyre stumbled, breath ragged, as Lucien dragged her to her feet.  

“What the hell were you thinking?” he snarled.  

But she barely heard him—her mind still spinning.  

Y/N.  

Half-fae.  

Hidden.  

Searching.  

Not the first Archeron to stand in Prythian.

Lucien hauled her through the woods, cursing the entire way—but Feyre couldn't stop replaying the Suriel's words.  

The truth was almost here. And somehow… somehow you were at the center of it.

The second attack came fast. Too fast.  

Feyre had been running back from the stream with Lucien, still shaken from her encounter with the Suriel, the creature’s riddles echoing in her head—you, the lost daughter, half-fae—when the forest went too quiet.  

A silence that pressed in like a held breath.  

Lucien froze beside her, one hand slowly reaching for the sword at his side. Feyre’s fingers brushed the hilt of her knife, heart pounding. The sound was barely there—too controlled, too deliberate to be the wind.  

Then the growl. Low. Guttural.  

Feyre barely had time to turn before the creature lunged.  

It was all instinct—throwing herself to the ground as the beast sailed over her, claws slicing through the air where her throat had been a heartbeat before. She hit the earth hard, rolling, scrambling for her knife—  

Too slow. The Naga was already rounding on her, black eyes locked onto its prey. Feyre’s fingers closed around the knife hilt—she had no time to lift it before the beast snarled and pounced.  

She braced for pain. But it never came.  

The Naga’s body was wrenched back, its screech cutting off in a wet, gurgling choke. Feyre blinked, the world spinning. And there you were. A dagger buried in the creature’s throat.  

The Naga’s black blood splattered across your tunic, streaked down your arm—but you barely seemed to notice. You ripped the blade free, letting the body crumple to the forest floor without so much as a second glance.  

It took Feyre a full heartbeat to realize what she’d seen. How fast you had moved. No human should have been able to cross that distance so quickly. No human should have been able to throw a beast like that as if it weighed nothing.  

Feyre’s heart stammered in her chest, but before she could speak—before she could even breathe, another Naga lunged from the brush.  

Lucien was already moving, his sword a blur as he cut the creature down, blood spraying over the ferns. The third beast slunk into the shadows, but one glance from you had it retreating, snarling, into the depths of the woods.  

The silence returned, broken only by the harsh pant of Feyre’s breath. Lucien turned to her, wiping black blood from his sword with a rag. His russet eye scanned her quickly, a flicker of relief crossing his face.  

“Are you hurt?”

“I—” Feyre swallowed hard, her eyes locked on you. You stood over the Naga’s body, wiping your dagger clean with precise, clinical movements, your face utterly blank.  

But Feyre had seen it. Had felt it. There was no fear in your eyes. No trembling hands, no shallow breath. Just cold, detached efficiency. Like this wasn’t the first time you had killed. Like this wasn’t the first time you had moved like something other.  

Half-fae.  

The word curled in Feyre’s mind like a whisper—like the Suriel’s voice still lingering in her bones. You tucked the dagger back into the sheath at your hip, finally glancing at her. Your eyes were calm—too calm.  

“How did you—” Feyre began, voice shaking.  

“Let’s go.” You cut her off without so much as a flicker of emotion.  

Lucien’s golden eye flicked between the two of you, but he said nothing—just sheathed his sword with a sigh. “Don’t bother asking.”

He turned, already striding back toward the manor. But Feyre couldn't move. Her legs felt locked to the forest floor as she watched you, watched the way your fingers curled tight around the hilt of that dagger, the way your breath stayed steady, even, as if the fight had barely cost you anything at all. She wanted to ask, wanted to demand more answers.  

But your gaze flicked toward her—those bright, sharp eyes that always seemed to see too much. And Feyre suddenly understood why you had always hated being asked about your past. Because you had been hiding it. For a long, long time.  

The Suriel’s words echoed through her mind. The lost daughter. Searching for what was stolen from her. Feyre’s throat closed, her heart hammering against her ribs. You stared at her for one long, tense moment. And then you turned, striding after Lucien without another word.  

Feyre’s fingers curled tight around the hilt of her knife, knuckles white. No one said anything the entire walk back to the manor. But as the shadows of the Spring Court closed in around them, Feyre's mind spun, because she knew.  

Even if no one would tell her.  

Even if you refused to answer.  

Whatever secrets Tamlin was hiding, you were hiding something far bigger.

☆

Calanmai. The word itself made the hair on the back of Feyre’s neck stand up.  Tamlin had been clear.  

“Do not leave your room tonight.”

He had said it at dinner, his emerald eyes dark and steady as they pinned her in place. The golden light flickering off the candles did little to soften the tension in his shoulders, the rigid set of his jaw.  

Feyre had glanced at Lucien, hoping for some explanation, but he had only stared down at his plate, completely silent.  

And you… You had sat at the far end of the table, barely touching your food.   Tamlin’s eyes had flicked toward you once, just once.  

“The rite is not something for mortals to witness.” Something in his voice had been sharper than usual, as if the warning wasn’t just for Feyre.  

You hadn’t even looked up. You had been strange for days. Ever since the Naga attack. Ever since the Suriel. Feyre had caught you pacing the halls at night, your bright eyes flicking to the windows as if something was calling to you from beyond the walls.  Tamlin’s gaze had lingered on you for a long moment—too long—before he finally rose from the table.  

“Stay inside.” He had walked out without another word, Lucien trailing behind him.  

But Feyre had seen the way your fingers curled around the stem of your wine glass. The slight tremor in your hand. You hadn’t looked at her once.  

Now the sun had set, and the night air was thick. Magic hummed through the walls of the manor, a living, breathing thing pressing against her skin. It made Feyre’s heart pound in her chest, made her palms sweat as she paced the length of her room. She wasn’t going to leave. She wasn’t. But you…

Feyre had knocked on your door an hour ago. No answer. No sign of you. Her heart twisted as she stared out the window, watching the distant glow of bonfires rising from the hills, wondering if you would be there. She tried to tell herself that you could take care of yourself. That you had proven that more than once. You were half-fae, after all.

Half-fae. The word tasted strange in her mouth, even now. 

Maybe Tamlin had been right. Maybe she, as a human, didn’t belong out there tonight. But if that was true… Would you belong there?  

You sat on the edge of your bed, fingers tangled in the sheets, trying to breathe. The magic was everywhere. It pulsed beneath the floorboards, hummed through the walls, and sang through the very air itself. Your blood was thrumming with it, your heart pounding like a drumbeat beneath your ribs. Calling, calling, calling—  

You clenched your jaw, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes. It had never been like this before. You had felt the shift in the air the moment the sun had set, had felt it all day, really, building like a storm on the horizon. But now—  

It was unbearable.  

You could feel the pulse of the earth, the tug of something ancient and wild beneath your skin. It was in your veins, your bones, like a thread pulling you toward the hills. Your breathing quickened.  

No.

You wouldn’t go. You weren’t like them. You were just half of what those powerful things were. You had spent years telling yourself that, years convincing yourself that whatever blood ran through your veins didn’t mean anything. You were just Y/N Archeron now. You could be human. You were nothing. And yet—  

Your nails dug into your palms, drawing blood. Your head snapped up, eyes flicking toward the window. The bonfires were flickering in the distance, golden and beckoning. The call tugged harder—  

Gods, it hurt. You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to stay seated, to stay inside.

If you stepped foot outside those walls—  

If you followed that pull—  

You didn't know if you would come back.  

Feyre turned from the window, heart hammering. She couldn't explain how she knew, but you would go out there any second.

Her hands were shaking as she opened the window. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying the scent of earth and smoke. “Do not leave the manor tonight.” Tamlin’s voice echoed in her head. But he hadn’t said a word about you. With one last glance toward the door, Feyre swung her legs over the windowsill and slipped into the night.

As she was deep in the forest, her vision blurred when she saw the mess that place had become with so many faes enjoying the festivity. When suddenly a low snarl echoed through the trees—  

And that was the only warning she had before three faeries stepped out of the shadows. Predators. Their smiles were sharp and glinting, their eyes like shards of moonlight. The tallest one grinned wider, his gaze taking down her body.  

“What do we have here?”

[thecheshireprincess]

The Game Itself

Chapter IV: The Beach

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) AU Series

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, killing, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of an abusive father and tumultuous childhood, curse words, Niragi is in here and he is a confusing menace

Previous Chapter The Game Itself Masterlist

It had been too easy for you.

Shooting all those people in the name of what, self-preservation? You hadn't even offered the poor souls the decency of having your hands shake a tiny bit in fear as you lifted the gun toward them, no. Without hesitation, you had dropped them to the floor - snuffing out three lives faster than you could blow out candles on a birthday cake. Because of you, they wouldn't continue their journey in this strange world, wouldn't have the chance to return to their friends and families. Because of you, a cold-blooded killer.

Your sudden precision made no sense, not really. You had never felt the cold weight of any weapon pressed in your hands until the night of your Blackjack game, so you should have needed several shots to take down the three men. And yet? You remembered feeling . . . Something. Something within you had stirred in the moments just before you pulled the trigger. Something you had previously been aware of but unwilling to put a name to, for fear that doing so would only give it more power over you. A place like this, though? This world would undoubtedly rip it right out of you - force you to call upon it if you wanted to survive. If you wanted to protect the two people you cared about most.

There was darkness inside of you. Like a beast within a cage, gnashing and gnawing at the bars of its prison to escape.

Darkness that threatened to rip its way through you and plow through everyone and everything that you loved if you gave it the opportunity. Darkness that stemmed from years of abuse, years of watching the one person that should have loved and cared for you unconditionally repeatedly shatter you mentally, emotionally, and physically. Darkness that made you like him. Niragi had devoted his entire life to making sure you didn't turn out this way - had it truly all been in vain? Had you failed your brother? What would he think if he found out? Chishiya? No, this must stay trapped inside. Concealed.

A sharp, feminine voice suddenly cuts through your fevered monologue, forcing you to settle back into your battered body, "She should recover quickly, but we'll need to keep an eye on the stitches in her stomach. We don't want them to get infected." You furrow your brow, attempting to place the voice - you don't think you've ever heard it before. The hard press of the mattress against your back and the scratchiness of the wool blankets swaddled against your bare skin were also unfamiliar.

"You did good, little one. Time to get you back to your brother," you remembered hearing Aguni say as you slipped back out of consciousness. Niragi. He was supposed to bring you to Niragi.

As you continue your return to consciousness, you become aware of a soft touch on your head, gentle fingers combing through your hair. Soothing, familiar. You must have been really deeply out of it if you hadn't noticed before - just how much blood had you lost last night? "She's waking up," a monotone but deliciously familiar voice discloses quietly from beside you. Chishiya. You could sob with relief, knowing somehow he was here with you too. He was the last thing you remember worrying about before you'd finally slipped under from the pain.

"Good, now everyone get the fuck out," a third voice commands. Niragi. Hearing his voice, no matter how crass and unfamiliar it had come out, allowed tension you hadn't known you were holding onto to escape your body. You hear some mumbling and rustling as a few people leave the room at his order, but the weight beside you doesn't budge. Niragi hadn't been talking to Chishiya. You're desperate to see and hug your brother, finally willing your eyes open and attempting to sit up.

Your brother was smart, though, always five steps ahead of everyone else. He anticipated you trying to sit up to get to him, and quickly held your shoulders down, "Don't try to move just yet, sweetheart. You're in rough shape and might still be in shock." You oblige, relaxing your muscles back into the mattress. You really were not feeling very good.

You took in his appearance lazily; knelt on one knee and leaning over you on the bed, stray hairs that had escaped his half bun falling into his face. His hands maintained their tight hold on your shoulders, as if you might disappear into thin air if he let you go. His face showed signs of exhaustion, looking as tired as your body felt. There was also something very different about him, you could see it in his eyes. A flicker of black. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, to ask him; your mouth opening and closing several times in indecision. Your mind feels overwhelmed, threatening to drown you in emotion. You feel the lump in your throat grow to the point of explosion, and the tears you'd held inside for the last week finally escape.

Through your blurry eyes, you can see how his soften to take you in, the glint of whatever now gone. He moves to sit on the bed at your side, leaning a - rifle? - against the night stand before he does. Your eyes widen slightly, studying the shiny black weapon briefly. Why is your brother toting around a weapon like a fashionable handbag?

Choosing not to worry about that right now, you melt instead into Niragi's side. He allows you to press your now tear-stained face against his neck, bunching your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. Hearing the soft thump of his pulse against his ribcage is balm for your nerves; you had spent the last week in this place worrying that he was dead, but now had solid proof right under your fingertips that he was alive. You suddenly feel weak and too drained to attempt conversation with the men sitting on either side of you, sinking into the itchy blankets further. Your mind begins drifting back off into your ethereal dream space, breaths coming slower and more easily as Niragi coos and rocks you gently.

"Rest now, angel."

Even through your dream wrapped state, you eventually feel your body being repositioned. You huff in annoyance, still zombie-like, as you realize Niragi is trying to put you down in bed and leave. "No," you whine groggily, "Niragi, stay. Please." You could feel the hesitation in his movements, though that wasn't like him. You hear a deep sigh escape his chest, and he reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp.

You hold your breath for a moment while you wait to see what he decides - he wouldn't leave you here if you asked him to stay, right? Niragi always stayed. Always waited. Was always there when you asked him to be. Mercifully, he lays back down next to you, pulling the blankets over you and snuggling back in. Though you got what you wanted, this series of events has left your mind racing - something is different about your brother, and about you too.

As long as you stick together, you'll be okay. Right?

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The next time you wake up, it's from excruciating pain burning its way through your body. You try to contain it, but a whimper of agony escapes you nonetheless. You feel the bed move slowly underneath you, and a cool hand coming to rest against your heated face. "You're in pain," Chishiya deadpans, eyes roaming over your face and down to your abdomen.

You pry your eyes open to glare at your friend incredulously, "I almost got sliced in half and bled out on the floor, excuse the hell out of me." You roll your eyes as Chishiya lifts your shirt slightly to check on your wound; the man humming contentedly when blood isn't spotting the bandages. Finally studying your surroundings for the first time, you realize that it's now daylight outside, sun shining playfully through the cheap beige window coverings. It's also obvious that Niragi had left you at some point during the night, the thought making your stomach twist - what was going on with him?

"This isn't home," you muse distractedly; Chishiya only humming in agreement to allow you to continue. "Why are we here? Why did Niragi leave? How did Aguni find you? I have so many questions," you pepper your friend with every thought that popped into your head, realizing with discomfort that you still have way more questions than answers. Maybe even more now.

"Your brother must have indicated to his search committee that the two of us would be together, probably not expecting we'd ever split up. Aguni knew he still needed to find me even after running into you at the game arena; since you were completely unconscious, I'll assume you weren't able to tell him. It seems it was a part of his plan to search the apartment after the game anyway - he knew exactly where to go. Niragi must have given him directions. He brought you straight to me, and I stitched you up as best as I could before he drove us both here," Chishiya recounts with a small shrug.

"Drove?" you inquire with shock, "I thought the cars didn't work here!"

Chishiya nods again, "Wherever we've ended up is already far more advanced than any other area of this Tokyo, my guess is that Niragi knows this too and that's why he has agreed to stay. As for the rest of your questions, unfortunately, I don't have the answers you're looking for. We'll just have to wait and see what happens today," your friend states thoughtfully. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence again for a few moments before he turns to you again, smirking. "Your condition was quite critical last night. I really could have used your medical expertise," he teases, once again trying to deflect and distract. You smile at him, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. The memories from the game last night are flooding back to the front of your mind the longer you are awake, and you don't think you can keep the guilt to yourself anymore. If you can't talk to Chishiya about it, who can you talk to?

"Shiya . . ." You croaked after a moment of hesitation, throat dry. The man looks up from where he had been studying the pattern on the comforter, eyes locking onto yours. He patiently offers his hand for comfort, which you gratefully grasp onto. He rubs his thumb soothingly along your knuckles, urging you to tell him what was on your mind.

"I had to kill multiple people to clear the game last night," you rasped, "and it was . . . I don't know . . . easy. I-i didn't even hesitate. What kind of person have I become?" You feel nauseuous as you wait for him to answer you. What if he didn't want to be best friends with a brutal murderer?

Chishiya just hums in response, waiting to see if there was more you wanted to say. When you were silent, he cupped your cheek with his hand. "So you heeded my advice. I told you not to hesitate, and you came back to me because you listened. Good job," he shrugged, "it's best not to dwell on these things, y'know. In this world, it's kill or be killed. You're still you, even if you have to do bad things to survive."

His words did not make you feel better. You weren't sure there were words that could soothe you at this point. You let your gaze fall unfocused to the comforter in front of you, left hand subconsciously coming up to twist the earring in your left ear anxiously. The thoughts swirl dangerously through your mind for an undetermined amount of time, and Chishiya sits quietly in solidarity with you through it all. At least he won't leave you.

Eventually, your friend lets out a quiet breath and looks to you, "Want to take a bath? There's actually running water here, that might make you feel a bit better." Your eyes light up like the stars in Shibuya for the first time since entering this place. You no longer cared about where you were, because at least you had electricity and water. And cars. Maybe a sense of normalcy in an unfamiliar world.

"Yes, please."

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It's a hotel. Aguni (well, Niragi really) had brought you and Chishiya to a hotel.

It is quite an ugly hotel, at that. You aren't a snob by any means, but had always appreciated the effect of beautfiul, clean decor on the mood of a space. In another life, you may have even become an interior decorator. This thought brings a hopeful smile to your face, maybe now is your chance.

After the most satisfying bath you think you'd ever had, you re-entered your room to find Aguni sitting at your desk, drumming his fingers against the wooden surface. You try to suppress the surprise that you feel in seeing him in the daylight for the first time, electing to nod in his direction instead.

The quiet man nods back, "The two of you are requested in the conference room." Short and sweet. He stands with a sigh and heads towards the door. As he reaches for the door handle, you call out, "Aguni, wait!" The man stops, turning over his left shoulder to look back at you expectantly. "Thank you," you whisper, "for getting me out of there and for finding Chishiya for me."

His face remains expressionless, but he looks down to the ground, as if the pattern in the carpet was the most interesting thing in the world. "I meant what I told you, you did good last night," he says quietly with a sharp nod of his head, "let's go, it's best not to keep them waiting."

Who is them?

And so now, here you are, facing a group of three strangers, Aguni, and your brother who is leaning up against the far wall, rifle slung over his shoulder. Your stomach sunk a little bit. You weren't sure how you felt about seeing him parading around with a weapon so nonchalantly. Not good. He was back to looking unapproachable and so not Niragi - that glimmer of blackness in his eyes permanently fixed there for all to see.

No one moved to say anything, so you hazarded a look around. The room was large, bathed in lots of yellows and browns - ew. This room could be the ugliest you've seen thus far. It was, however, blessed with a ton of natural light - lots of potential for the space. You tilt your head upon noticing the cards spray-painted on the far wall that Niragi was leaning on. Playing cards, like the one you'd found after the Six of Diamonds game. Unconsciously, your body starts to move toward them, but Chishiya gently grabs onto your wrist, making it clear he didn't think it was wise to make any kinds of moves just yet.

Just then, the heavy double doors to the conference room are thrown open with a bang, an exuberant man with flowing locks striding in confidently. "It looks like we've found our missing princess at long last!" he exulted, talking far louder than you felt necessary for the space. Cult leader vibes. The man approaches you, taking your jaw tightly in his hand to force your gaze to his, "you have no idea what we've been through to get you here." You didn't love to be touched, and there was something about this man that made you particularly uncomfortable. You want to get away from him, now.

You squirm in his grasp and look to Niragi for comfort, but he has averted his gaze and is glaring at the floor as though it had personally offended him. Honestly, the carpeting in here was ugly - you felt offended by it too. But for the first time in your life, your brother was not giving you guidance in a stressful situation, and you weren't really sure what to do with that.

The weird man suddenly pulls you tightly against his body, hand moving to cup your cheek. He's now looking at you like a snack he'd like to devour. You have a bad feeling gnawing in the pit of your stomach, the man's bad vibes washing over you like tar. Chishiya tenses beside you, and Niragi's head finally snaps back up at this movement.

"Don't fucking touch her like that," he snarls from across the room, straightening up and allowing the weight of his rifle to fall into his hands. You don't know if you're more afraid of what Hatter wants with you, or how angry and unpredictable your brother has become over the course of a couple of days. Niragi's menacing reaction only causes the man to laugh as he backs away with his arms up. Chishiya visibly relaxes, releasing a breath as you shift your weight to be closer to him.

"So the princess is off limits, got it!" The man concedes, approaching the head of the large boardroom table instead. Niragi leans back onto the wall, rolling his eyes at the man. He does not like him either.

"So! Now that you two are finally here, we can proceed with our true purpose," the man prattles, "I am Hatter, the leader of this utopia. And you two will be joining us as our final two founding executive members!"

You feel your eyebrows raise involuntarily, exchanging a surprised glance with your friend beside you. "A Utopia?" you repeated, "what exactly does that mean in a place like this?" A cult, it sounds like a cult. You can feel the lump in your throat forming once again.

"We must create a place filled with hope in this world that is so wrought with despair," Hatter preaches to the two of you, "The Beach will be home to all who wish to live their lives to the fullest while they still have the chance! You truly never know what moment could be your last, so we must enjoy it while we can!" You blink in disbelief at the man. Huh? You were finding it impossible to believe that your brother had heard this same pitch and thought it was a good idea to bring himself and YOU here. Your eyes flick up to study Niragi, who simply looked bored leaning against the wall. What kind of game are you playing, Niragi?

You say nothing, chewing the inside of your cheek and steeling your face against Hatter's executive board. Whatever game they were playing, you were certain you were going to play it better. Hatter takes your silence as encouragement to continue, and so he does.

"The rest of us have agreed on two rules for The Beach so far - number one! All cards belong to The Beach. We clear the games as one, and send back one person back to Tokyo at a time as duplicates are collected."

You look up questioningly at this. The woman with sunglasses and red lips takes notice and speaks up, "we believe that collecting all of the cards will grant one person passage out of here. Back to our country." Hers was the voice that had woken you up this morning. Was she a doctor too?

You scoff, glancing around at the people in the room. "You think that we've left Tokyo? To appear in another country that looks just like Tokyo?" you faltered. Your doubt was clear in your expression, Chishiya lightly nudges your foot with his to remind you to reign it in. Right, emotionless. You look down to the red carpet under your feet, eyes running over the floral pattern in consideration of what you were being told.

"It makes the most sense, doesn't it?" Hatter cockily begins again, "They have dealt us Visas, so we MUST have accidentally entered another country!" You don't bother to look up at him, just nodding in acknowledgement. "The second rule is a little more fun, everyone here must wear a swimsuit at all times! You can't conceal a weapon in swimwear, right?" You look up to the three sitting around the table, noticing that they are, in fact, wearing beach clothes. Your gaze moves back to your brother and his rifle scrutinizingly; Hatter notices immediately.

"Ah, so you're wondering about that. Well, we must keep the people of our utopia safe somehow, yes? We will choose certain members of The Beach to act as our militant corp; only they will be allowed weapons. For now, that's just Aguni and Niragi."

You feel your mouth drop open slightly - on what planet did Hatter and Aguni think your brother was fit to be a member of some resort military? Had Niragi ever even held a gun? You're starting to get a migraine, and you have an important question on your mind. One that you know could get you in trouble.

"And if we don't want to stay here?" You queried bravely, meeting Hatter's eyes once again. "Chishiya and I were happy with the system we had in place before, we were doing fine on our own," you state, matter-of-factly.

Niragi's eyes snap instantly to your face, as if trying to figure out where in the hell he went wrong in his raising of you, that you would dare to act so stupidly in such a precarious situation. Don't you see how dangerous this place - these people - could and no doubt would become?

"The third rule of The Beach, one I just came up with this morning!" Hatter says sinisterly, drawing all seven pairs of eyes to him, "Death to the traitors."

You feel your world shift again, puzzle pieces falling into place. The room tenses up around you, and the now permanent lump in your throat grows. Your eyes glance once more to your brother, focusing momentarily on the rifle balanced on his shoulder. If you tried to leave Hatter's little cult . . .

Niragi would have to kill you.

"Okay," you concede, moving to sit down at the table, the tension in the room now broken. "But we have a rule of our own, one that we don't want broken," you tell Hatter, Chishiya moving to sit beside you. The man raises an eyebrow, but holds his hand out palm up as if to tell you to go on.

"We don't play games together, it's too great of a risk," you announce to the room. Niragi looks momentarily surprised from his spot in the background, never having expected the two of you to split up EVER. That explained why Aguni had initially found only you last night.

"What makes you think it's a risk? Having an ally in any game should be an advantage," The serious looking man with wire rimmed glasses asks you pointedly. You sigh.

"In our first game, only two people were able to leave alive," you mutter, trying not to relive the details of that night, "we made sure it was us. But that had us thinking that there is a possibility of there being games that allows only one person to live. We don't want to be put in a position where we have to choose." The woman with long black hair and bangs smiles eerily as you say this. Stay as far away from her as possible.

"I see," Hatter nods, "well that can be arranged. We do play in pairs for now, and hope to eventually split into small groups once our community has grown! But we will do our best to accomodate our Beach princess." You stifle the desire to roll your eyes at the title, deciding it was best to treat your relationship with Hatter as just another game to be played.

The man leans forward on the table, attempting to close the distance between you. "Now tell us, princess. What else have the two of you figured out about this country? Your brother has boasted of your intellect," Hatter urges you. Without bothering to look at your brother this time, you begin to tell the other executives what Chishiya and yourself had been up to for five days between games. They were particularly intrigued by your ability to scout and predict game venues. The meeting lasts several hours, discussing everything that you would need to know, and finally learning everyone's names. Just as Hatter is about to dismiss you all, you have a thought. If you were going to be stuck in this cage, you might as well make it enjoyable.

"One more thing," you say conspiratorially, grinning, "we have got to re-decorate this place. It's not exactly screaming "Beach" in its current state."

Niragi rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall, sauntering out of the conference room. You nearly miss the way that his lips turn up at the corners slightly. That's his girl.

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You're strolling through the hallways of the hotel with a notepad you'd borrowed from Ann, scoping out all the details that you wanted to make changes to. It might be easier to write down what you didn't want to change. You were dead serious about re-decorating, and Hatter had laughed but given you an all clear to do whatever you wanted. Might as well make your prison pretty.

As you wander past a linen closet, an arm suddenly shoots out to pull you into the tiny room. Your shriek of surprise is muffled by Niragi's hand as he shushes you, gently pushing you against the wall.

"What are you doing walking around here alone?" He inquires aggressively, "I don't want to catch you walking around this place without Chishiya again." You had left your friend in the room, working on a project of his own.

"What the fuck do you care?" you raise your voice at your brother, given confidence from not being able to see his face well in the dim lighting, "YOU brought me here. You sentenced me to live in this prison with you. I think I have whiplash from trying to figure out which personality you're going to be every time I see you!"

"I didn't raise you to speak to me like that, so quit being a brat. I do fucking care, all of this is because I care. But the faster you understand this, the better - I can't be what you want me to be here. It isn't safe. You're just going to have to grow up and take care of yourself." You think you feel your heart crack, your world spinning unpleasantly around you as you hold onto the wall.

"But you . . . You said . . ."

"It doesn't matter what I said in the past, what promises I've made to you. This is a different world and you need to act like it. Things are precarious at best in this place, and I can't have you fucking them up."

You feel your chest constrict and your heart race faster. If he hadn't wanted to live life the way you've always known it with him, why hadn't he just left you the fuck alone? If he truly felt you would be the reason things got messed up, why bring you here at all?

You whimper weakly, "I understand." You don't. Not at all.

"Good." he says with finality, before saying your name harshly again, "don't fuck with Hatter. I wouldn't want to have to kill you." Hearing those words made tears prick in your eyes, the ever present lump in your throat threatening to choke you.

And suddenly, you're back out in the hallway, blinking blearily at the change in brightness. For the first time in your life, speaking with Niragi had made you feel ten times worse than before. You wish you hadn't run into Aguni last night and been brought here, it was better when you were simply worrying that Niragi was dead. Because having this version of your brother? Might be a worse fate.

Glaring emotionally around at the details of the hotel, you start to feel an unfamiliar build up of anger within you. Maybe you'd just burn the place to the ground instead.

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Walking silently through the darkened streets alongside Aguni, your mind begins to reflect lazily on the long day you'd already had.

Hatter had wanted to immediately test you and Chishiya's theory on being able to scout game venues with a certain level of accuracy, thinking it would be a good thing for The Beach if it was possible. This meant that everyone on the executive board was divided into teams and sent to two wards that you'd yet to map out. This also meant that you all would be playing another game tonight, despite you having fresh stitches, a dislocated shoulder, and a nine day Visa available. How nice.

You'd spent the afternoon walking around the city, leading Niragi, Ann, and Kuzuryu to teach them what you looked for when mapping and exploring this new country. You pointed out details and fixtures that were always commonplace in locations that would become game arenas by night, and you were pretty proud of the progress each person made in identifying them. You'd stayed in contact with Chishiya's group through walkie-talkies, and each partnership selected a venue that they would test tonight.

You had been hesitant to agree to play another game with Aguni - he was nice to you and you weren't sure you would be okay with watching him die. However, your brother had made it clear to Hatter that there were three choices for your game partner: Aguni, Chishiya, or himself. The latter two were an absolute no go for you, so here you were. Since that was your choice, Niragi had taken Chishiya with him. That did not make you feel good.

As you and Aguni stepped into the warehouse, a venue you had scouted as a Spades game, you noticed the temperature drop considerably. This could be interesting. You lift the hood of your jacket over your head and lock your emotions away behind an expressionless mask. Emotionless, your pre-game ritual.

Being your third game, you didn't bother to look around at the other participants waiting to join. No point in getting attached. You collect your phone, allowing it to validate your identity before stuffing it in your pocket. You immediately slump to the cool metal floor, leaning your head back against the textured brick to await your sentencing. Admittedly, you were hoping for a low level game tonight, your body was still freshly injured after all.

Aguni leans dutifully beside you, but doesn't try to talk. He's a quiet man, always observing, like Chishiya and Niragi. Well, at least the Niragi you used to know. You shut your eyes briefly, willing time to move faster so you can get back to The Beach and rest your exhausted body and mind.

[Registration is Now Closed] The cheerful voice breaks you from your reverie. You glance wearily at your phone, but make no move to stand from the floor.

[Difficulty: Six of Spades] Fuck.

[Game: Avalanche] Double fuck.

[Rules: Each player will adorn the climbing gear provided. You will be tethered to another player to start your journey to the top of the mountain. Be aware that too much noise or too much movement may cause an avalanche. Only players situated on the platforms will be safe for the duration of an avalanche]

[Clear Condition: Summit the mountain successfully with your partner and wait for the doors to open when time is up]

[Game Over: Fail to reach the top of the mountain or become untethered from your partner during the game]

[Time Limit: One hour]

Your eyebrows knit together at this, an hour? You'd never climbed a mountain before, but are certain that you need more than an hour to do so, especially with fresh stitches holding your stomach together. A door opens up along the brick wall across from you exposing the climbing gear that the voice had mentioned, pulling you once again back to the present. Aguni holds a hand out to bring you to your feet, and the two of you make your way over to dress for your expedition.

You choose a mint colored snowsuit with frosty white details. You might as well look cute if you might die of frostbite, right? Or from suffocating under snow. You're pulling on a pair of white snowboots when Aguni carries over what you assume to be the tether that will be binding you. It looks like a larger version of handcuffs, and gives you pause.

Aguni looks down at you, studying your face. You don't realize that you're staring at the piece of metal in his hands as though it might bite you until he says your name, "don't worry. We'll clear this game and be headed back to The Beach in no time."

"I'm not a baby, I'm not worried," you grumble brattily, Niragi's words from earlier ringing in your head. Time to grow up.

"Uh, okay," the larger man concedes, "I wasn't comforting you because I think you're a baby; even I can use some reassurance sometimes." He smiles lightly at you, now moving to wrap the tether around your waist, saying nothing more. Once Aguni clicks his end of the tether around his waist, you walk together to the waiting position.

You glance around for the first time, noticing there are nine other pairs of people about to play this game with you. A part of you hoped they would all make it up the mountain in one piece, but the darker side knew that would not be possible. Once all of the pairs have approached the start line, the entire wall in front of you slides open to reveal a small snow covered mountain. Honestly, you're impressed with the scenery, if a little sad. Niragi had always promised he would take you climbing one day. But he was different now, no longer the person who made promises to you.

Your eyes study the mountain, noticing three platforms at different levels of the mountain, decreasing in size as you go up. They were the safe zones from avalanches. You doubted that with a group of twenty people you would get away with not setting off any avalanches, so you would need to focus on getting to each safe zone as quickly as possible. It's then that you notice, the tiny platform at the top is precariously placed - it won't hold all twenty of you, and the door won't open to let you out until time is up. This would be a game of physicality, but also a game of speed. And possibly sacrifice.

[Game Start]

Aguni grabs onto your mittened hand, pulling you close to him. "We need to try to move as one - let's sync up our movements as best as we can. Remember to stay as quiet as possible too, okay?" You nod, tightening your grip on his hand and digging your hiking pole into the snow as you begin your ascent. The snow is almost up to your knees, ensuring that each step is an absolute chore for your body. You do not want to see what the Ten of Spades is like, damn.

For a few minutes, you feel like things are going better than expected. It was fairly easy to fall into sync with Aguni as he adjusted his stride to yours, keeping a tight hold on you. You could see the first platform coming up in close proximity to your current place on the mountain, a first checkpoint to catch your breath. You feel your incision burning with the effort that it takes to climb, but you force the pain to the back of your mind. Just keep taking one more step.

It's then that you hear bickering from two teams that are already resting on the platform. You feel your body tense up as their volume increases to a shout, could they set off an avalanche just with an argument? This wasn't a normal mountain, but one that was designed specifically to test and kill you. So the answer to that is most likely yes.

Aguni seems to be thinking the same thing, suddenly pulling you a little faster toward the first platform. He pushes you first up the slippery stairs to the safe zone, following right behind you. There are three other groups now on the platform, but the yelling hasn't stopped. You hear a faint rumbling at first, and then gasp as a rush of snow starts pouring down the mountain. Avalanche. You glance back at the four men who had been fighting, now standing quietly smirking to each other. Your mouth drops open in shock.

They weren't just idiots fighting with each other because they wanted dominance over each other, no. They had intentionally caused the avalanche. Because they've seen it too, the top platform will not hold everyone. Brutal.

You look back down at where you had come from, no longer having eyes on the six groups that had previously been behind you. The snow has completely pulled them under and buried them. Your chest tightens at this, knowing they would likely suffocate to death. Aguni notices the panic rising in your eyes, though you've tried to keep your face fairly neutral. The man shakes his head and pleads with you, "Don't. Not now." You nod shakily, willing yourself to reign it in. You still have two-thirds of this mountain to go.

As you traverse the next section of the mountain, the frozen air finally settling deep within your bones, you become hyper-aware of just how much pain is flowing through your abdomen. You refuse to lift your jacket to look, but you're sure blood is starting to seep through the clean bandages Chishiya had put on you before the game. You don't think you can do this.

Every single step burns with impossibility. The blinding whiteness around you beginning to hypnotize you in the worst way. You're going to die here. You decide then that even if you can get out of this country, and somehow get your brother back to his usual self, you do not want to climb a mountain ever again. It becomes readily apparent that others are starting to feel the same way - hopelessness cutting into the air around you.

Just one group has made it to the second platform just ahead, two of the men that had caused the avalanche before. There is a group climbing in pace beside you and Aguni, and one that is much further back. The group beside you consists of a man and a woman, the latter of which is starting to unravel.

"We're not getting any closer to the top, Nikko!" she exclaims hysterically, "I want to give up. I can't do this anymore." You feel a twisting feeling in your gut, this time unrelated to your injury. You feel bad for the woman, you too are starting to feel the despair creep in.

"Look, Aya. We're almost there, please don't give up now," the man, Nikko, pleads with her. You can see it in her eyes, the will to live dripping out of them through her tears. The man is right though, the platform is right in front of you, you just need a few more good steps to get there. To rest momentarily.

"Yes but then we have the steepest part still to go!" Aya wails, volume rising each time she speaks. The man shushes her, willing her not to set off the avalanche again. As you take your last step toward the platform, you glance down to see blood dripping into the pristine white snow below you. Your side is indeed bleeding again, and you aren't sure for how long you'll stay conscious in that condition. Aguni reaches to pull you to the platform, noticing too. His eyes meet yours in a silent promise. He will get you out of here.

The now eerily familiar rumbling of the mountain begins, as Aya is incoherently wailing with Nikko attempting to calm her. They are so close to the platform, you want to reach out and grab them. You hold your breath, silently begging them to close the distance.

The heavy slide of snow somehow calmly flows down the mountain, as if it doesn't care that it's about to claim the lives of four more people. You watch in a daze as Nikko and Aya are pulled to the ground, her calmly accepting her fate, and him clawing at the stairs to the platform. He wants to live. His eyes meet yours, begging you to help pull them to safety. And you probably should. But they could pull you down into the snow, and then the avalanche would take you and Aguni too. You guiltily lower your gaze to study the splintering wood of the stairs instead. The rush of snow continues from the top of the mountain until both Nikko and Aya, and the group that was lagging behind are nowhere to be seen. You had let them die.

[Ten minutes remaining]

"This next part is pretty steep and you are losing too much blood, we can't afford to lose our footing or we risk dragging each other further down the mountain again. Let me carry you," Aguni reasons, but you know it is an order and not a question. You simply nod in agreement, and allow him to lift you easily onto his back. You're grateful that Aguni is carrying you, because you're frozen and are starting to feel a little woozy from the blood loss. You really shouldn't have been playing a game tonight.

You don't have much further to go, the two of you were much faster on this section with Aguni carrying you. You believe that both you and the other remaining partnership can get to the top and win, as long as another avalanche doesn't detonate before you can get there. Aguni is silent, the only sound coming from him his panting as he pushes his body; focusing hard on digging the hiking poles into the ground for purchase and moving up the mountain.

You're almost to the top now, the rickety platform swaying slightly in the manufactured breeze. It's just a little further, and you're starting to feel hope for the first time tonight that you're going to make it . . . until suddenly Aguni's foot hits an unexpected icy patch in the snow. The two of you are sent careening face first downward, the frost coating your face and eyelashes. You want to cry, you had been so close to the platform and leaving this frozen hellscape. You roll over onto your non-injured side, breath catching when you realize Aguni hasn't moved or made a sound yet.

"Aguni? Are you okay?" you whisper yell to him, not receiving an answer. You shuffle awkwardly on your side closer to him and see that he's hit his head against a rock. Your eyes widen noticing the blood staining the snow around him, medical instincts kicking in immediately. You rip your jacket off your body, the frosty air hitting your barely covered skin like thousands of needles. Ignoring the pain of the cold, you carefully wrap Aguni's wound and try to stop the bleeding as best as you can. You will have to drag yourself and him the rest of the way to the platform.

And just how the hell were you supposed to lift this man that is three times your size up the steepest part of the mountain with a gaping, bleeding wound to your core and a shoulder that was disolocated less than twenty four hours ago?

What's worse is that you can now feel the faint rumbling of the mountain beginning, your fall had set off another avalanche. Fuck. You clambor for the hiking poles that had fallen from Aguni's grasp, digging them into the ground for leverage. You can't die here. Not like this. You look up to the rickety platform that you're trying to get to, noticing there are wooden beams bracketing the bottom. If you could just pull the two of you up to them, you can hang on through the avalanche and maybe not get buried.

You're sliding on your belly, digging the poles into the ground above your head to pull the two of you up, inch by inch. You grit your teeth against the pain rushing through your body and the cold pressing against your skin. You scream uncaringly, the avalanche already on its way, lifting the pole in your right hand to loop through where the beam is bracketed, using it as more leverage to get there quicker. The avalanche begins to fall down the mountain, just as you use both hands to pull yourself and Aguni, still attached limply to your waist, under the protection of the platform.

[Fifteen seconds remaining] How will you get the two of you to the top of the platform in fifteen seconds?

You grit your teeth again, so hard you think they might break, upon hearing the chirpy voice once again, feeling rage fill your body. Everything that had happened the last couple of days washed over you, filling you with absolute wrath. Rage towards Niragi, rage towards Hatter, and rage towards the Game Masters that were forcing you to do this.

Calling helplessly upon these negative emotions, you reach for Aguni's arm, dragging him with you as you swing the two of you up to the platform, bodies hitting the splintered wood just as time is about to run out for good.

[Game Clear - Congratulations]

You sigh, but it comes out more like a scream, as you lay shivering and panting for breath on the broken and shaking wood platform. You didn't feel good about using anger towards other people to win the game, but you and Aguni would have been trampled by snow if you hadn't. You roll to your good side to look at the man, noticing he was blinking slowly at you, trying to maintain consciousness and understand what was happening. You smile at him, relieved he is awake. It will be much easier to get him out of here if he isn't dead weight.

"You did good, Aguni. Let's get you back to The Beach."

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You carelessly flick the bloodied Six of Spades card to land in front of Hatter on the cheap wooden conference table. You felt irritation pulsing in your veins seeing his greedy grin as he stares at the card as though you hadn't just dragged Aguni dripping blood into the space. You hate this man.

You gingerly lower Aguni into one of the seats and scurry off to find Ann's medical supplies. Taking the couple steps down into the cool basement, an electric shock of pain shoots across your abdomen. You grasp one of the metal counters, doubling over in pain with a cry. A quick glance at your shirt reminds you that you've been bleeding for well over an hour at this point, and you require medical attention too. You'll need Chishiya's help.

You quickly locate Ann's stash of gauze, winding the fluffy spool around yourself three or four times. This would have to do until you can finish with Aguni, forcing yourself to stay conscious by keeping busy and concerned about someone else's condition. Continuing to look through the space, you find a bottle of antiseptic and decide that's probably good enough. You could get ice from the bar outside by the pool too.

Rushing back to Aguni still sitting in the conference room, you scoff as you notice that Hatter has made no move to help. Had he even noticed? You work meticulously and quickly on wrapping Aguni's head. Just as you finally fold the last piece under and hand Aguni a bag of ice for the swelling, you hear the heavy doors to the conference room crash open.

"You unbelievable idiot," Niragi's voice cuts through the space, "I told you to be cautious, and you're still dripping blood all over the place. How stupid can you be?"

You use the oak table behind you to pull yourself to standing, though you've never felt smaller in your life. You drop your head to the floor, waiting for him to continue berating you. You knew how this worked, you lived life like this for eleven years. Chishiya enters the room just as Niragi opens his mouth to keep spewing words at you, eyes widening at the sight of you and rushing forward.

Your friend shoots a withering look at Niragi before pressing his hand to your side. "You're bleeding," he observes, taking your shaking hands in the one that wasn't already occupied. "And freezing. Let me help you get fixed up?" your friend hums. You nod, not pulling your gaze from the floor in front of you. As Chishiya guides you to the door of the room, you notice the tension between him and Niragi. The former sends a look of - disgust? - to the latter, and you know that something must have happened at their game.

Once you're back in your room, Chishiya lays a couple of fluffy white towels down on the bed, motioning for you to lie down. He helps peel the now completely ruined gray jacket from your skin, leaving you in just a baby blue bikini top. His eyes rake over your form, trying to assess the damage. He begins by cutting off the blood soaked bandages around your abdomen, seeing that the stitches will need to be redone entirely. The man clicks his tongue in irritation, "You should not have been playing a game tonight. This is unbelievable." You simply nod your head at him, tears pricking in your eyes as he pours antiseptic on the wound. Steady hands work meticulously over your wound, his gentleness soothing you somewhat.

"The stitches are going to hurt worse this time, baby," he whispers, reaching for the sutures that were on the bedside table, "The skin has seen a lot of trauma, are you ready?" You feel dizzy. Despite also being in training to become a doctor, you don't love being a patient, and you aren't certain how well you will tolerate this. But did Chishiya just call you baby? Your heart pounds a little quicker thinking about that as you watch him start to work. You try to be good, but do let out a small gasp of pain as he gets the first stitch started. He coos, whispering quiet nothings to pacify you.

"What happened to you, Koko? Are these burns on your skin?" Chishiya puzzled, finishing up your stitches, gaze now trailing over your arms and shoulders.

"Our game was to summit a mountain covered in snow, and try not to set off an avalanche," you recounted for him, "Aguni slipped and hit his head, I took my coat off to wrap his wound. Could be frostbite." You shiver again. He nods in understanding.

"You should get a warm shower before I wrap you up. I'll see if Ann has any aloe that I can put on your burns when you get out. Mind those stitches, I worked hard on them," he teases. You nod, allowing him to push you towards the bathroom as he moves to go downstairs to find the woman.

You allow the warm, soothing water to fall like a rain shower over your head and shoulders, feeling just a tiny bit of pain where it kisses your burns. You want your shower to be peaceful, but when you close your eyes, all you can see and feel is the rage that had built up so easily within you. You had called the beast out to give you the strength to carry Aguni up the mountain. Sure, it was harmless this time, even helpful. But how many more times could you let the darkness take you over before it didn't go back inside again? You'd never be able to fix things with Niragi if he knew you were so broken. After all he'd done to prevent this.

You suddenly feel as though the warm shower was boiling you alive, and you jump out with a yelp, water droplets cascading over the floor. You hurry to dry your skin off, dressing in a clean set of silky pajamas, as Chishiya knocks on the door questioningly - "are you okay?"

Are you? No, you don't think so. But you can't let him see it, can't let him know what was festering inside you. With your brother acting up, Chishiya is all you have. You can't let him go too.

You escape the bathroom, approaching the edge of the bed to allow your friend to finish his procedure on you. He does so carefully, with precision and gentleness that you admire. His eyes now roam over your face, and you feel yourself tense up. Good tense. Your bare thigh is pressed up against his, if you got any closer, you'd be sitting in his lap. You look back at him, flicking your eyes over his lips. For how long have you felt like you wanted to kiss him? You really want to right now. He moves his hand to gently cup your jaw, bringing his face closer, noses nearly touching. His grasp on your jaw is featherlight, allowing you the space to pull away. But you don't want to run away anymore. You feel your eyes flutter closed, breath caught in your chest and heart pounding in your throat. Just as Chishiya tilts his head, ready to close the distance, the door swings open.

The two of you jump apart, Ann walking in holding a bottle of aloe. Of fucking course. She glances between the two of you apologetically, but offers to help with your burns while Chishiya gets ready for bed. Though you're annoyed that you missed out on another opportunity to move your relationship to the next level with Chishiya, you can't find it within you to tell the woman off. You could really use more allies in this place, and she seems both kind and useful.

You don't address the almost kiss with your friend - neither of you speak until you're both leaning up against opposite ends of the velvety headboard of the shared bed. It was an unspoken arrangement, one that just made sense to both of you. You supposed that Hatter would give Chishiya his own room if you asked for it, but also figured that Niragi had told him that you'd probably prefer to be together. And you do. That stupid lump in your throat acts up when you think about Chishiya leaving you in this room by yourself. Niragi had already left you.

"I have something for you," the blonde murmers, reaching across you to turn the only remaining light in the room off. If he had something to give you, why the fuck did he turn the light off? He can sense your confusion, simply explaining, "All of the rooms have cameras in them. I believe Hatter is using them to monitor us."

"What??" You whisper yell at your friend. Truly. What kind of place was this?

"It seems that for as much as we don't trust him, he doesn't trust us right back," your friend muses, "the video doesn't have sound so you don't have to whisper. At least until he decides he's going to also tap the rooms . . ." You don't respond to this, but feel like you're spinning. You wish you were back to just a few days ago when your biggest problem was getting a bad score on a physiology exam. Those were the days.

"I'm going to hand you something and I need you to stay calm when I do, okay?" That doesn't sound good. "Okay," you relent with barely any volume. Chishiya moves your hands to rest palm open in your lap, before placing something cold, heavy, and metallic in them. Your stomach curdles, recognizing the weight. It was a pistol.

"Where the fuck did this come from, Shiya?!" You demand in a panic, definitely not remaining calm as you had promised, your friend taking it back out of your hands so you didn't hurt yourself. "It's yours," he drawls calmly, "the pistols were a prize of some sort in our first game. You left the game room in a panic and didn't realize, so I kept both of them until you were ready."

"And what exactly made you think I'm ready for this now?!"

"You have no other choice but to be ready now. This game that we are playing has become much more complicated now, thanks to your brother. I need to be sure that you have a way to protect yourself when the time comes," he declares ominously. You open and close your mouth several times, but can't find the appropriate response for any of this.

"Keep it hidden in here. Take it to a game if you feel so inclined to, but make sure that you aren't caught with it at the Beach."

Something had happened between Niragi and Chishiya, you were certain of it now. Something in their relationship had shifted and Chishiya didn't believe you were safe.

What you'd been hoping Chishiya was going to give you tonight was your first kiss. What he ended up giving you was the pistol that you used to murder a man in cold blood. You felt like this place was really starting to mess with your priorities.

As you lie your head against the pillow to finally allow sleep to take you, Chishiya speaks softly one more time, "Darling? Be ready to use it without hesitation when I tell you."

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hinting to tobio you like him is....not as easy as you think.

The kurasuno boys are practicing for a little while, you sit next to yachi and occasionally speak to her about whatever it is that comes to mind, laughing and giggling quietly to not disturb the practice.

You can't help but to admire the setter. He truly was graceful, hes so beautiful in his own way. Those luminescent blue eyes of his, so deep and full of life, full of potential. He's so sweet and stupid.

A small smile forms on your face as you watch closely, the boys bringing their practice to a final stop. You take the end of the day as an excuse to speak to him. It's not as if you guys aren't friends or haven't spoken to each other before, but ever since you've developed this silly crush on him you can't help but wanna be around him.

“ hey, nice practice, hm?”

“ yup.”

He was bland with you as he gave you a small nod as a 'thank you' for the bottle. You bite your lip with a smile as you look up to him, he closed his eyes and drank from his bottle tuning out the rest of the world. He was so pretty up close....

Again, it's not like you havent been near him before but...he's just so gorgeous....like when he's all sweaty and you can..smell him.........

You inhale deeply unintentionally, your thoughts taking over you and telling you to do it. It was so loud you think, you get embarrassed when he opens his eyes and raises one of his brows looking down at you. You groan and turn away mentally face palming and digging a hole in the ground.

You decided this was it. The worst he could say was no right? You decided to grow a pair and ask him out. Maybe like sus out the vibe before you do at least...

“ hey..so uh, tobi, are you like...busy sometime I—”

“ what did you call me?”

Huh-...he stops you mid sentence and stares at you, one brow cocked as he stared down at you. Kageyama isn't a shy person, he doesn't struggle with eye contact or talking to people like the average person would. It's almost as if he was leering over you with how tall he was...

“ uh.. i- y'know, everyone kind of uhm.. has a nickname and.. you....don't?”

He hums, one of his hands finding it's way to his hips and he thinks about it rather hard. You're honestly glad he's putting thought into it, because now you don't have to think about how cringey what you were about to say was.

“ ..hey yeah, you're right. tsukishima gets called tsukki, I think I've heard a few people call that idiot sho as well... why don't I have a nickname.”

He pouts to himself as he genuinely thinks about it more. It's so cute. He's so silly and stupid and himself, so dense to anything other than volleyball. Idiot. A smile brings itself back to your face as you giggle.

“ nicknames are normally a sign someone likes you, y'know?”

You aren't sure if he's listening or the hum he gave you was just to make you feel like he was. But you took it to heart.

“ I guess.”

His voice was rather bland, not giving much energy. Okay, you think to yourself...he's keeping it going, maybe this is the leverage you needed to sus out what you wanna hear.....

“ you're the first person to give me a nickname.”

“ is that right.”

He looks back at you, his normally stern face relaxing a bit. He nods and lets out a small 'mhm'. So fucking cute oh my goodness. You normally have such a hard time looking him in the eyes by the way he doesn't shy away or back down like you would, he holds eye contact perfectly. And goodness they are so effing gorgeous..

You let out a small scoff, one that catches his attention.

“ yeah..”

“ so what, have you never liked someone before?”

Kageyama turns his head to the side in confusion, he wasn't quite sure what you meant. Gosh he is so cute.

“ what do you mean?”

You giggle at his words, shifting your weight onto one of your legs as you cock your head to the side slightly, a smile still present as you don't look away from him.

“ have you never given anyone a nickname, y'know have you never liked anyone?”

He thinks about it once more, tobio can't exactly recall the last time he ever had feelings for someone. He's never given anyone a nickname. He's not even sure if he has had feelings for anyone.

“ hmm...no. I can't say that I have.”

Bingo. He's never been with anyone! Even better, he's never had feelings for someone!! But..its likely he doesn't even like people...not that he's in to animals or anything, but maybe he just doesn't have feelings for people.. maybe you don't stand a chance.

Your smile slightly fades as you think about it. Your eyes flickering away from his and moving towards the ground, your confidence fleeting as you're heavy in thought.

“ what uhm..kind of people would you say you're into, then.”

“ uh, probably someone with the same interests as me y'know. basics, I like volleyball so as long as they like volleyball too I think that's solid.”

You groan lightly and look back at him. It's not that you think volleyball is uninteresting or uncool or anything. You joined the club because you needed an extra curricular, y'know it helps your thing being a manager of them y'know. Getting to stare at hot boys was just a bonus.

“ huh. so I'd have to be into volleyball to go out with you. lame.”

“ yup.”

Kageyama was quick to answer before it even registered in his head.. you hum and pat his shoulder before walking away giving your 'goodnights' to everyone and leaving.

He watches you leave, his face as normal and stern. Kageyama stretches and gathers his stuff before Tanaka runs over with Hinata and noya joking and laughing

“ dude! she was flirting with you!”

Tanaka yells out slapping kageyama on the back, noya laughs and punches him in the arm.

“ wow man, I didn't know you had it like that! the rizz is rizzing.”

“ don't say that.”

Tsukishima says walking beside tadashi as he waves to everyone beside his taller friend.

“ what? y/n wouldn't flirt with me. y/n wouldn't try to ruin our friendship like that.”

“ what makes you think you can't be friends and in a relationship.”

“ that's why it's called 'girlfriend' dude.”

Noya and Tanaka tell kageyama, Hinata snickers and laughs at kageyamas stupidity.

“ I'm not surprised, of course you wouldn't know anything about relationships!”

“ SHUT UP, DUMBASS!”

Poor kageyama was all red and flustered now. He thought about it, you basically said you liked him... And it completely flew over his head..was he really that bad at relationships? He's never been in one. Would you dislike that? Why did you like him? You were friends?

Could you really be his friend and his girlfriend?