#my shoulder hurts a lot from the rides i went on today and also my hips r bruised still so im just gonna go die rq

[poems-of-a-lover]

guys i just went thru such an arc trying to establish a timeline for my rwrb wip. ugh. anyway its 2 am and i figured it out so im gonna outline it tomorrow and hopefully u will hear more abt it then bc eepykjsdhfksjdf

[adelliet]

Logan x f!reader

MEMORABLE RIDE

Summary: You went to the club with your friends and when it was time to go, you ordered a limo, but the girls didn't join so you took the ride alone, but this wasn't your only ride of the evening.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, age gap, strong language, fingering, nicknames (good girl, princess,…), unprotected sex (p i v)

A/n: Hello pookies! This is quite a short one-shot unlike the previous ones, but still there may be grammatical errors, for which I apologize. Also sorry if some parts don't make sense, English is not my native language! Thanks, enjoy <3

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"So are you coming or not?" you yell at your friends, trying to shout over the loud music. They were all sitting in a booth with their one-night stands, all dazed and drunk. They didn't hear you, despite their enthusiasm to have a good fuck today. Unlike them, you had no luck in finding a fuck-buddy. It wasn't that you weren't interested or didn't want to, but no one at the party was your type.

Your friends are into boys of the same age, while you prefer more mature men, older men who knows what they want. "Hey!" you yelled at them once more, at this point your throat started hurting. One of your friends finally heard you and gave you a cursory look. "No, we're not going, can't you see we're busy?" Julia said in her typical bitch tone, that you were already used to.

"But I already ordered a ride home" you furrow your eyebrows as you show her your phone screen. "So? Go home, we'll take care of ourselves" Kaylie said this time, making you realize they all heard you but just ignore you. They were just mocking you.

"Whatever" you breathed out and shook your head, deciding to leave. You love those girls, you really do, but when alcohol, drugs, and sex get into them, they're changed. Usually they apologize the next day and everything is back to normal, but sometimes you wonder if the ridicule is worth it.

When you finally squeezed through the crowd of people and nearly went blind from the beams of colored lasers, you stepped outside and took a deep breath. The club was incredibly hot and the air was thick in there, it was practically impossible to breathe, so the moment you stepped out, it was like a godsend.

You stayed on a spot for a while, just enjoying the clean air and the glowing lamps around you, until you noticed a black limousine on the other side of the sidewalk. That was for you. You quickly checked your makeup in your pocket-mirror, to see if you didn't look like a total mess and headed towards the limo.

On your way there, an old guy with a long gray beard and a black suit get out of the car. Even from a distance you could tell, that he's been gone through a lot in his life. He had a cute glasses on, his eyes squeezed, trying to read something in his phone. "Hi!" you said with a sweet tone and small smile.

You caught his attention immediately, making him groan annoyingly as he looked at you, but the moment he saw you, he needed to double check you. He carelessly scan you from the bottom up, his glasses sliding off his nose gently while he looked through his eye lids.

Before he could say anything you overtook him. "313, my code" you flashed him with your phone screen. He hastily blinked, his eyes watering from the brightness of your phone. He rudely took your phone and checked with a closer look. You awkwardly stood next to him until he hummed and handed you back your phone.

"Where are the others?" his voice was deep and grainy, showing his age. Hearing him for the first time made goosebumps all over your body and increased your heartbeat. "They...uh they're not coming, it's just me" you look behind your shoulder and glance at the club, remembering your friends words, before turning back.

He roll his eyes with a frustrated sigh. "Is that okay?" you asked him cautiously, automatically going to sit in the back of the limo, as he got into the driver's seat. "As long as you pay" you deduced, that hearing him talk is very rare thing and that was why it made it so special. Whenever he talks, his voice sends a sharp prick between your legs.

"Y-yeah I have the money..." you rummaged through your purse to check your wallet and you sigh with relief when you saw it there. The old man entered your location on the GPS and started the engine. The ride was quiet except for the songs on the radio, but you didn't mind, you watched things passing by from window. You could turn off your brain and relax.

"May I ask why you didn't take a taxi?" your rest didn't last long when you heard the wolf's voice again. It took you a while to recover and form a sentence in your head. "I guess I didn't think of that" you didn't want to tell the whole lore about your friends and how you naively thought you would drive all home together and enjoy the ride back, so you got a little carried away and spend a lot of money on a limo. All that so you are now sitting alone there and not didn't even enjoy the evening with some good fuck.

He was looking at you through the rear view mirror, sometimes you caught him and he swiftly looked back on the road. He could sense the dissapointment in your voice, but he didn't want to be intrusive, even though he was really interested in the story behind you.

"Aren't you cold?" another sharp hit into your core, when you heard his crisp voice. "Uhh no, it's fine, thanks" the thanks was almost inaudible as you looked down at your knees shyly. You honestly weren't surprised he asked, you were wearing a short top with a short black skirt. You hoped you don't look like some kind of slut, you wanted to impress him in a good way and if he told his friends about you, you didn't want him to call you a whore.

He nodded, quickly checking you in the mirror again before firmly focusing his attention on the road. That was his last sentence before the silence came again, broken by music from the radio and the sounds of cars outside. But it was soothing, the led lights were dark purple and before long your eye lids started being heavy and without realizing it, you fell asleep.

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Your body twitched and you instantly woke up, after you heard a sudden slam of the door. you rub your eyes and yawn tiringly, as you look from the window. You squinted your eyes when the lights of the gas station hit you, but after a while you got used to it, you try to orient yourself. When you wanted to check on the driver, he was gone. You tried to stay calm and not panic right away, as is your nature. You're only at the gas station, Logan must have gone to get gas or buy something, he doesn't want to bury you alive in the woods. Your paranoidness is really pathetic sometimes.

After a while, you heard a melody of door opening and immediately looked after the sound. Your eyes sparkle and your corners automatically lifted up when you saw him walking towards the limousine. Without realizing it, you felt a strange fluttering in your stomach when HE came into your sight. Feeling that you haven't experienced in a long time.

You watched his every step towards you, his serious expression still on his face with no sign of emotion. You sat back in the seat when Logan grabbed the handle and put his upper body into the car. "Hey...I was thinking you might want to drink something" he handed you one of his cups and gave you the cutest eyes you've ever seen. You though you were in a fever dream.

"Oh! T-thank you" you took the cup and giggle nervously, before your fingers touched by the process and you swear a spark jumped between you. The eye contact was intense, strong, almost romantic and none of you wanted to break it.

You hold your breath as you try to read his eyes, what he was thinking about. He flicked from your eyes to your lips quickly and then decided to go back to driver's seat. "Wait!" you stopped him quickly.

He bent down to see your face again and waited for your words. You didn't even know what you wanted. You had to think fast. "Can you...can you sit here with me for a while? I don't want to delay you, I just...I don't want to go home" you chuckle awkwardly as a side-smile appeared on your face.

Logan was quiet at first, again, not a single hint of any emotion in his face, but he got in and sat next to you, as you wished. He keeps the distance between you respectful, even though you wouldn't mind if he scoops a bit closer. "Why's that?" he raised his eyebrow and turned his head to you, looking deep into your eyes. You sighed and looked down while playing with your fingers.

"Well...it's a long story" you look back up at him, smiling softly. "I got time" his interest in you really warmed your heart and your inner self screamed with joy. Even though you are not a very extroverted person, you felt comfortable with him so he didn't have to tell you twice to talk.

"Well, today was supposed to be a hen party and originally, more girls were supposed to be here with me, but as you can see, that didn't quite work out...just a pinch of alcohol and they act like animals" you scoff and shake your head, being really pissed. You remember what they told you, how they treated you and didn't even give a hint of gratitude for the fact that you tried to get them a ride back.

"Oh...well-" he wanted to comfort you somehow, but you didn't finish and decided to confide properly. You surprised yourself. "You know, I really like them, but sometimes they act like total whores who only think about sex and dicks, not that there's anything wrong with that, but they just don't have any self-respect for themselves or others, and then I catch their rude behavior…”

You were so fired up about letting it all out that you didn't even realize the effect it must have on this man. When there was an awkward silence after your speech, you checked on him. He looked a little shocked but immediately cleared his throat and composed himself, so that he could finally react somehow, but you didn't let him, again.

"I have a pretty boring life, I admit, maybe I'm old-fashioned but I'm not really the type to sleep with the first guy I meet in a club..., anyway the answer to why I don't want to go home is simple, I still want to enjoy the freedom before going back to my awkward and boring office-life" this was the final speech and you felt amazing after that. Those words slipped out of your mouth so easily and you haven't confided in someone like this for a long time.

You sip from your cup loudly as the outrageous silence became really disconcerting. Your conscience began to eat away at you quickly, and since you didn't accept any answer, your nervousness grew rapidly. You started tapping your foot and gradually the shaking spread to your hands, which were holding the cup. You started to regret confiding so much and wanted to say something and save yourself a little, but a man's voice caressed your eardrums before you could speak.

"You don't look like someone who has a boring life" from everything you said you were surprised that he reacted to THAT but on the other hand, you were probably grateful for that, if he only reacted to the sex theme, it would probably put you both in an awkward situation. "Oh believe me, I really have…I'm not special" you smiled at him, your dimples shine as you try to read through his eyes again.

He frowned, that was the first facial movement you saw from him, you are finally getting somewhere. "C'mon your boyfriend sure thinks you're amazing" you chuckle softly and shake your head. "I don't have a boyfriend" "Really?" he answered, maybe too quickly, a big surprise in his voice. You nodded and couldn't stop smiling.

"You're telling me that a beautiful lady like you doesn't have a boyfriend?" you giggle again as a reaction to his compliment and shake your head. You felt like a little girl getting compliments from adults, it was exciting. "Damn…" he leaned back in disbelief, looking really surprised. "That's a shame, boys must flock to you" his compliments started being overwhelming and every time he said something nice to you, there was that sharp kick right into your clitoris that makes your core pulsating. At first you were a little embarrassed to be turned on by such an old man's praise, but later you didn't care and just enjoyed the moment.

"Not really...I'm quite quiet" "I noticed" he gave you a smile, which almost made you faint. That cruel nasty man was gone and replaced by a nice gentleman with beautiful eyes. "I'm Logan by the way" he offered you a hand to shake which you took almost immediately and your smile grew bigger. Logan. His name kept repeating itself in your head. It was quite an unusual but unique name that sounded very nice and you would get used to screaming it easily, to be honest. "Y/n" you shake your hands and let go, feeling a bit sad when your skins stopped touching.

"Y/n..." he repeated your name to himself quietly, looking at you up and down, not caring if you notice or not. His confidence was really visible and that only added to his attractiveness. Although you just said that your friends sometimes act like whores who only think about sex and dicks, now you've turned into one of them. A million scenarios started forming in your head and your pulsating started being unbearable every second Logan look at you.

You had no idea what kind of magic it was that he was so extremely attracted to you, in fact you had no idea, except that you wanted to ride him till you can't walk anymore in this fancy limousine. As if he read your thoughts and subtly started bending closer to you. You hold your breath once again, as the distance between your lips started getting smaller, until it barely existed.

You were inches away from touching each other lips, no one had the guts to destroy the barrier until Logan gave up and finally kissed you. As if he was afraid of what your reaction would be, his lips barely touching yours, he was very careful. He didn't want to scare you, but you were the oposite. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and goosebumps surrounded your body when you felt his lips, but you wanted more.

That's why you headlessly grabbed Logan's neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Logan wasn't so careful anymore as your tongues battled for dominance and your hands encircled each other's bodies. At the beginning there were slow, peaceful kisses that quickly turned into a hungry and merciless ones.

You didn't last long on your place and slowly moved away from your seat to sit on Logan. He devilishly smirk into the kisses as he feel your ass on his lap, where his boner was already growing. He was exploring your body, every inch of you, he wanted to remember it. He traveled from your long hair to your ass, which he squeezed from time to time. You panties were soaking wet and your natural instincts took control. You started moving your hips back and forth, desperate for even a little friction.

Your movements made Logan groan and squeeze your ass even harder, making you moan. Your lips were still firmly glued to each other, even though you wanted to see Logan's face as you rode him through your clothes. His body is tensed as he tries to keep his voice quiet, even that he doesn't do it very well. He was as desperate as you, from the moment he saw you you were on his mind and he couldn't let you go. There's a reason your friends didn't go with you and you're actually grateful to them. Really fucking grateful.

Logan was getting tired of touching you only through your clothes, so he lifted your skirt up a bit and touched your folds through your soaked panties. He chuckled at the feeling and let go of your lips, looking into your lustful eyes. "You're so fucking wet" he growled and started creating pressure between your legs that increased with every movement he made. You could finally throw your head back and enjoy his fingers, which for an old man were damn nimble. He definitely has a lot of experience.

Your pelvis automatically moved along with his hand as your palms rested on his chest. You throw your head back and started unbuttoning his pants, making him giggle. "Someone is impatient" you smiled, intensely focused on his pants until he made an illegal move. Your eyes shut and head drop, when he put your panties aside and finally touched on your bare wet folds. He was enjoying the view of you, how your face was squeezed and your quiet whimpers started echoing throughout the limousine, you were perfect.

He couldn't resist and had to thrust both fingers into you at the same time, forcing you to throw your head back and drop your jaw wide open. You felt so full when he was expanding your walls but that was just the beginning. His fingers started curling into you, smooth steady motions that were throwing you closer to your orgasm. “Logan” you were wailing his name over and over again as you started ride on his fingers. Your nails sank into his thighs but he barely felt it.

One of his hands was on your waist trying to keep you still at least a little bit, while the other was fingering you with no mercy. He noticed how you started clenching around him and even your moans started being cut off. You didn't need to tell him twice that you are about to cum right on his fingers, he knew it very well. You felt the weird feeling to go pee and your stomach started clenching, just a few more movements and you would cum, but he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you and you immediately look at him confused, sighing at the lost. He smiles, sucking his fingers and looking in your eyes while he taste you. He rolled his eyes and growls loudly. "Fuck you taste amazing" this sentence makes you wet again and your core pulsates even more than before. Logan let go of your weist and started clumsily taking off his pants. You quickly get up so you won't not to get in his way, and the moment his pants along with his boxers touched his ankles, he didn't hesitate for a second. He grabbed your hips harshly and eagerly forced you to sit on him.

You adored his impetuous behavior and how much he was craving for you, for your body, for the fuck. Even though he looked two hundred years old, he had an outrageous amount of energy in him and his body was bursting with adrenaline. You, on the other hand, weren't much different. Your horniness knew no bounds and the passion you felt was irreplaceable.

Your only focus was on Logan, you didn't care if anyone caught or heard you, you wanted him inside you no matter what. You look down at his penis, veiny, unshaven and huge. You gasped a little as the thought that this would all be inside you besieged you, but your excitement was much greater than your fear. "Surprised baby?" the craspy voice rang in your ears and you immediately look in front of you, his myschivious grin makes your core pulsates even more and the lust for orgasm was incalculable.

Your mouth filled with saliva and you weren't going to hold on to the anticipation any longer. You slowly started lowering yourself, your breath stuck in your throat as you felt his tip touching you. "Good girl, nice and slow..." Logan was looking down at the part where you two are going to connect, his strong arms still holding your hips and subtly forcing you to take him.

His words soothed and excited you at the same time, which is why his intrusion wasn't as painful. You groan loudly as his tip was fully inside you, already feeling full but that still wasn't the end. You change your hand placement to his chest, squeezing his boobs without realizing it, but Logan loved every moment of it. He decided to help you and slowly lifted up his hips, pushing further into you. Before long he was all inside you, you couldn't believe how full you were and how he was stretching your walls much more than before with his fingers. Your juice was already dropping on his cock, that was hard as a stone inside you.

He waited a while for you to get used to his length and during that he grabbed your neck and kissed you aggressively. When your hips started moving instinctively, he deduced that you were ready. With his hands still holding your hips, he was forcing you to move back and forth, heating up and creating pressure, like some type of foreplay. Your lips were still glued to his until you couldn't take it anymore and had to pull away to catch your breath. Your head dropped as your whining grew louder and louder.

“Yeah that's it princess…” he growled as he watched your face, still holding you tightly. His pelvis started moving along with yours, his pulse increased and his breathing slowed down. “Such a good girl” the endless compliments only helped to bring you closer to your climax and he was well aware of that. You look up through your eye lids, seeing him intensely focused with furrowed eyebrows send a chill down your spine.

You gradually began to pick up your pace and strength, each movement bringing you both closer and your moans getting louder. The car was starting to smell like sex and the atmosphere around you was getting thick. Logan wanted more, so he makes your hips go up and then thrust down. You scream his name as he did it again, but this was exactly what you both needed. He helped you a bit but after a while you could jump on him by yourself, the incredibly lust to reach your orgasm made you forget about exhaustion.

Logan dropped his jaw and shut his eyes as your ass was clapping against his thighs. His dick was twitching inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. That spongy sensitive spot calling the cervix sends incredible waves of pleasure whenever he hits it. You both were sighing in a rhythm as the juicy sounds started getting louder. “That's it baby…that's it” with a struggle he praised you again and banged you, desperately trying to finally reach his orgasm.

You knew you won't last long anymore. The overwhelming tense feeling started shutting down all your senses. Goosebombs jumped on every part of your body as you squeezed his breasts hard, making him chuckle. "C'mon baby, give it to me" this was the last straw when he gave you this green flag to cum. You put all your strength and energy into your hips and into finally achieving what you longed for. You slowly throw your head back again and just whimper quietly, as your hips took on the incredible speed of light.

When the feeling of going to pee and release finally washed over you, your entire body tensed and you shiver. You were paralyzed and your hips stopped moving when you finally reached your golden orgasm. But Logan didn't stop and when he felt how hard you clenched around him and saw your cumming face, he lost his control in hips and cum just few seconds after you. He emptied his balls into you, not missing a single drop and grunted very VERY loudly as he nearly crushed your hips. When you both calmed down a bit, the only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing.

"Fuck you were...incredible" you breathed out and Logan chuckled, nodding as a acceptence of your compliment. "You too sweatheart" you looked into his eyes with a surprised expression. He gave you those nicknames during sex, that's why you were shocked when he told you after it too. Your corners lifted up and your heart melts, making it hard for Logan to resist and he needed to kiss you one more time. But this time it was a long, romantic kiss that you hadn't received in decades.

When he pulled away, leaving just a tiny space between your noses, your teasing mood started setting in. "You lasted quite long for an old guy" he furrowed his eyebrows but smiled, as he sensed your teasing behavior. "Oh really?" he tsks before he asked ironically and you just hummed. "Say that again and you'll regret it" he warned you but you knew it was just a part of the teasing-play you had going on. "Okay, sorry, grandpa" you devilishly smile as you said the last word.

"That's it" Logan grabbed you and threw you gently on the floor of the limousine, making you smile. He started kissing you aggressively with his dick still deeply inside you.

"You won't be able to walk after this"

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[periprose]

heard you were wanting some Logan requests. If you want more let me know:)

So I’m thinking this takes places after Deadpool 3, reader, Wade, and Logan are roommates. Reader is like a little sister to Wade, while her and Logan have been seeing each other. But anyway, reader returns home from her college classes for the day. Wade and Logan notice that she seems kind of off, but give her some space. Later in the evening Logan goes to let her know that dinner is ready, but he can hear her crying. So he quietly lets himself in, and he comforts her. He asks her what’s wrong and she tells him that she’s really struggling with her classes, but also she and one of her best friends had a conflict and are no longer friends. Maybe she tells him how she’s always really struggled with having friends, and she feels like she’s always the problem, but the conflicts have always been caused by her past friends (if that makes sense). But he just comforts her, and it’s just cute and fluffy. (I’ve had a lot of problems with past friends of mine, and this would have been very comforting back in may:)) feel free to change of add anything. Thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi!! I’m so sorry you’ve gone through this, I’ve been there and it sucks :( hopefully you make new awesome friends soon, and I hope you enjoy this!! I made Reader genuinely Wade's little sister if that's okay. :)

Plenty of Time

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Hurt with comfort, angst, fluff, some sexual implications but nothing crazy

You grit your teeth as you put your key into the apartment door, feeling the weight of all your books in your backpack drag your shoulders down.

“Wade! I’m home!” You call out to a seemingly empty apartment, as you open the door. “...Hello?”

“Don’t look at me.” Blind Al shrugs as she reads a book, tracing her fingers over the Braille, from over on the couch. “Those two motherfuckers have never bothered to keep me up to date, even though location sharing is a thing now.”

You sigh to yourself. “Thanks, Al. I’ll be in my room.”

You’re not in the mood to track down Wade or Logan, as much as you love them both– the commute back home had been rather exhausting today.

Another day of no phone notifications from your supposed friend, or ex-friend now if you’re being honest, lower grades on assignments than you were expecting, and a moody bus ride back with the latest depressing songs as your personal soundtrack of choice, that perfectly described your continuing spiral– it was enough to make you want to head back to your room and just sit with yourself in solitude.

You’re just beginning to frown when there’s a thump in the next room over.

“Hey, sunshine goodness sister of mine, we’re in the kitchen!” You hear Wade call out. “You know, making dinner for our favourite scholar. Isn’t that right, Logan?”

“Sure. I mean, I’m not doing shit, because you seem to think you know what you’re doing, and I don’t want to be apart of your mess.” Logan says in his typical, gruff tone, and you resist the urge to smile. 

He peeks his head out through the door of the kitchen. “Hey, kid. Wilson’s making some sort of surprise-casserole– don’t ask. You okay?”

“Um… yeah. I just need to get some studying done, so I’ll talk to you later, Logan.” You ignore the way his eyebrows raise– he’s clearly noticed that you’re blowing him off, but you don’t care enough to get into that right now.

“Okay.” Logan inhales, and heads back into the kitchen, wondering what the hell went wrong this time, or if it had anything to do with him.

“Ouch, big guy. Blown off that easily? Sounds like sis is finally picking up on the fact that she’s too good for you.” Wade says cheerfully, as he haphazardly tosses dirty dishes into the sink. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Logan rolls his eyes, and Wade ignores him– you did sound pretty down in the dumps based on your tone of voice, and he’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with him or Logan. Probably just a shit day at college.

Maybe his casserole would cheer you up.

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After another gruelling hour of Wade making last minute side-dishes, and asking Logan to taste-test things, as Logan swears that he’d rather be out at the bar, if not for you staying at home; it’s finally ready.

You can tell. You can smell whatever Wade has managed to conjure up with your meagre budget, but you’re just not hungry, and you’re not willing to face them or tell them what’s gone wrong.

What even has gone wrong? Nothing super obvious, you know, but just the lack of anything momentous in your life… it feels embarrassing, it feels odd to be at this age and have nothing to show for it.

Like friends matter that much, you try to think to yourself. But it still hurts, knowing that when you walk through campus, through the city, you’re alone. And everyone else seems to be so good at having friends, big groups of people basking in each others’ presences, extroversion on full display. Someone you could never be.

You tried your hardest with your friend, didn’t you? But maybe there’s something wrong with you, maybe there’s something about you that drives people away. A broken friendship feels like you aren’t good enough.

Yes, you have your big brother Wade, you have Logan, and to an extent, Vanessa, Al, Laura, Colossus, Eloise and Yukio, but for all intents and purposes, you know these are people that have to care about you, and you think, even if it’s shallow to think this– they wouldn’t care about you otherwise.

Lately, you’re wondering what your value even is.

Tears start rolling down your face, and you slump down onto your bed, giving in to quiet sobs. 

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Logan’s been sent to tell you dinner is ready, but he’s waiting in front of your bedroom door. 

He’s been in there plenty of times, and he’s usually not one to care that much about privacy– but he hears stifled, little sniffles, and he knows you’re crying.

Being a typical hothead– Logan can tell he’s getting mad, because he wants to know who or what could’ve caused you to be so upset. But he knows this isn’t going to help you, and right now you need him for comfort, not as a big, angry oaf.

He opens the door quietly, and shuffles over to your bed, where you’re crying, your body wrapped around a pillow.

He sits next to you, and touches your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, eyes watery, face puffy. “Logan… sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“What the hell are you already apologizing for?” Logan scoffs, brushing away your apology and grabbing your hand, trying to steady you. “You’re allowed to cry in your own room. What happened?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m not doing great in my classes. My grades are a lot lower than I thought they’d be.” You answer glumly, and Logan’s mouth twists in a way that tells you he’s trying not to laugh. “What?”

“It’s still pretty early in the semester, kid. Give yourself at least until midterms before you decide that you’ve failed.” Logan admonishes you, but you sit up, leaning in closer to him.

“No, Logan. It’s a bad start.” You shake your head. “I just… I don’t know if I can improve them by midterms.”

“Of course you can. You’re the smarter Wilson, you don’t even know how surprised I was when I found out you were Wade’s sister.” Logan reaches for your cheek, wiping away the tears under your eye, and you lean into his touch, feeling what you’ve missed. Comfort.

“Thanks.” There’s a beat of silence, and Logan waits for you to smile, to tell him that it’s all okay now and yes, you would enjoy kisses to cheer you up, but he gets nothing of the sort. 

You still look troubled as you pull away from his embrace.

“Is that really all?” Logan asks, and you shake your head.

“It’s something stupid, I swear.” You try, wanting to change the subject. The last thing you want for Logan is for him to find out his lover is some kind of lame, no-friend outcast.

“Nah, let me hear it, kid.” Logan holds both of your hands in his, so you don’t move. “I’ll make it better. Want me to beat someone up?”

“Not exactly, but that does make me feel better– if not a little worried that you’re so prone to fighting.” You joke, and he smiles a little, which makes you feel better. “I just… I’m really struggling with making friends.”

“And you think I’d judge you for that?” Logan snorts. “You’re talking to the original loner here.”

“Well, no, but you always take it in stride, Logan. I don’t know– you seem pretty cool to me.” You say, and he shakes his head.

“There you go again with overrating me and underrating yourself. Thanks, but I think you forget how much of that is self-perception.” Logan glances at you. “I’m not that cool. A lot of that is me pretending not to give a fuck about anything.”

“Ah, so you do care?” You tease him, and Logan scowls.

“Obviously. Why else would I be holding your hands, hearing you out right now? I care a lot.” Logan shrugs. “Of course, like with all things in life, people can take advantage of that– people might not care as much as you and I do.”

“I guess so. I just wanted to feel like I could do it.” You frown. “Like I could really be a social butterfly, I guess… you know my friend? A couple weeks ago, we had an argument, and she completely ignores me now. It’s like I never even mattered to her, and it’s not even the first time that’s happened to me. And then I just wonder, what if it’s not in the cards for me to have friends? What if I’m the problem and I just struggle with it forever?”

“Ah, kid. That’s not true, lots of really terrible people have friends.” Logan shakes his head. “Come on. You are not the problem. Friendships come and go, take it from me. You know I’ve lived a long, long time– and I’ve witnessed people change and grow apart more than I’ve seen things last. It’s not a personal thing, it’s just life.”

“Really.” You don’t sound too convinced.

“Yes, really. I’ve got a great example: Charles and Erik.” Logan squeezes your hands as you listen. “They were inseparable for a period. And without getting too deeply into it, both of them betrayed each other in the most terrible way. I could lie and say they never got over it, but that’s not true. Both Charles and Erik made their own choices, and they grew and went their separate ways, and they made new friends. In the end, you end up with the people you’re meant to be with in that moment of time.”

“And you’re saying that I’ll do that, too?” You stare into Logan’s eyes, trying to see if this is some sort of story that’s meant to placate you, or if he really means it.

“Yeah, of course you will.” Logan says it immediately, not even waiting a second to reassure you.

You believe him. “I suppose it makes sense. I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who didn’t like me, either.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Logan leans back on your bed, against one of your pillows. 

“Well, it was a well-thought out answer. Have you just had that locked and loaded?” You lean back against him, and he lightly exhales.

“You forget my age, kid. I’ve lived through it many, many times.” 

“Well, you’re not gonna leave me behind, are you?” You ask, jokingly at first, but then you feel a sudden insecurity rise in your chest.

Logan gives you a hard stare. “No. We’ve got plenty of time left, and you should really be wondering if you’re going to be leaving this old man behind soon.” 

“I won’t insult your intelligence by saying never, but… I haven’t outgrown you.” There’s a yet left unsaid here, but you don’t think it’s true, you think you’ll stay with Logan for as long as he’ll have you.

“You could do better.” He states, and you laugh and shake your head. 

“Trust me, I wouldn’t say better. Different, sure.” You turn back to face him, and he stares up at you with a soft glance, from where he leans on your bed, and you decide to prove to him that he is the best.

You lean in and kiss him softly, and Logan exhales softly as you do, and it gets a little more needy, as you push against him on your bed, and Logan’s hands find their way around your waist.

There’s a knock against the doorframe. 

Wade grimaces at what he sees, as you and Logan pull away from each other.

“Hey, lovesick idiots. While you’ve been having sappy pep-talks and lukewarm foreplay, some of us have been waiting for you to eat dinner.” He shudders. “And if you’re about to initiate the unspeakable, at least close the door! And use protection, we don’t need a Wilson-Howlett kid with both of your self-esteem issues.”

“Wade– please, too far.” You tell off your older brother, but he raises his hands like he said what he needed to say. “C’mon, I had to listen to you and Vanessa going at it for years– and you wouldn’t stop even when I had trouble sleeping.”

Logan quirks an eyebrow at you.

“The headboard would bang against our very thin walls.” You mutter, and Logan laughs. 

“I’m very sex positive, I swear.” Wade starts, and you point a finger at him.

“That doesn’t sound true considering you’re enough of a prude to freak out at some kissing–”

“Well, in my defense, who wants to see their best friend and younger sister get it on? I always shut my door! Shut yours!”

“That never drowned out the sounds, Wade. You’re lucky this apartment has way thicker walls.”

“Both of you, shut it.” Logan stops the two of you. “I promise next time, we’ll shut the door and put a sock on the doorknob and everything. Now, let’s go eat.”

The minor kerfuffle is easily solved by Logan, and as you walk with him to the kitchen, hand in hand, you feel glad to have him on your side.

[kings-highway]

Haikyuu Flash Fiction: "Long Distance Injury" (Iwaoi Hurt/Comfort)

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Oikawa hadn't realized how much he had leaned on Iwaizumi's aggressive care for him. How easy and playful it had been, to wave it off, insist he was fine, knowing full well that Iwa would see through him and force him to the bench. That he'd prepare ice for him, demand he stay off it, yell at him and scold him for being reckless. He hadn't realized how much he had loved getting tended to. The pain in his ankle or his knee or his shoulder was secondary when he'd had Iwa there to play doctor, to rub his back and tell him how badly it must hurt, and how stupid he was.

So the first time he gets injured in Argentina, mid-practice with the team, he doesn't even know what to do. Coach blows his whistle and yells at him to go get it checked out - they have people for that, of course - but nobody comes running under the net. They ask if he's alright, but nobody looks feverish with concern.

He tells them it barely hurts, it's fine. He waves it off like he always does, because that's who he is, and they believe him. So they go back to practicing.

Oikawa is given a look over, the nurse says it's mostly likely just a light sprain, that he'll be okay in a few days if he takes it easy. He tells her he'll be a-ok, it doesnt even hurt that bad. She gives him ice, and then leaves him alone. He doesn't put the ice on it. He never has before, why would he now? But it's a confused emotion - it's not that he doesn't want to put the ice on, it's that he is supposed to pretend like he's better than the injury, like it doesn't really hurt at all, and Iwa is supposed to put the ice on, and call him an idiot for even considering going back to practice.

But nobody would stop him if he just said it didn't hurt and went back to practice.

It feels odd.

He gets home that day, the ice long melted, and knows he should get more. He sits on his bed and feels the dull, throbbing pain - he'd had to walk home. When someone asked to help him, or give him a ride, he's said he was fine and it didn't hurt. They'd believed him.

It hurts a lot. It hurts a lot more than he thought it would.

It occurs to him that across the ocean in Japan, Iwa would be awake by now. But Oikawa isn't stupid.

If he wants Iwa to call and tell him to ice the injury, he's going to have to tell him first.

There is no way for him to both try and hide the injury and play it off like he always did and have Iwaizuimi play caregiver anymore. Because hiding it would be easy.

He never has to listen to those rants again. Iwa can't force him to lay in bed, muttering and cursing him out as he cared for him. If Oikawa wants that attention again, he's going to have to ask for it.

He picks up the phone.

But that's not who he is. It hurts so badly, but he's Oikawa Tooru, he doesn't complain about his injuries, he fights through them. He fights until someone forces him to stop, so he should be overjoyed by the perfect opportunity to avoid drawing attention to it. Is that what he wanted?

He presses call on the phone. It only rings once.

"Hey, thanks for waking me up, asshole, what do you need?" Iwa says. Oikawa knows he was already awake.

He also knows how to care for this injury. He's an adult, he's had them before. He can visualize the entire healing process perfectly. He doesn't need help.

He shouldn't bother Iwa with this, there's no need.

But that's not what it's really about, is it?

"I... sprained my ankle," he says. "At practice today."

Iwa is quiet for a moment, before he says: "What, like, badly?"

"No. Not badly. It doesn't even hurt."

This makes Iwa laugh. Finally, finally, someone doesn't believe him.

"Oh, whatever," Iwa scoffs. "Just make sure you ice it, okay? And keep off of it, I don't want to be getting a call from you all teary and upset because your coach won't let you play when it doesn't heal quick. So lay down!"

Oikawa smiles slightly, a reflex to cover the fact that there are tears in his eyes now. No, not from sadness, that's not what this is about.

"It's not that big of a deal," he says, as his ankle burns hot in pain.

He can hear Iwaizumi's huff, a desperate, angry sound. "Please, you idiot, please just go ice it," he says, and Oikawa is a little shocked by how miserable he sounds. "You're... too far away, I can't knock any sense into you, so please, please just take care of yourself. Ice it. Right now."

Oikawa lifts a hand to wipe the tear that has run down his cheek, nodding before realizing Iwaizumi would not be able to see him.

"Yes sir," he says. "But for the record, I'm fine."

"I know," Iwa replies. "Do it anyway."

[desi2go]

Love a cowboy

pairing: cowboy San x reader

warnings: mostly fluff, some slight angst in the end

summery: You moved from the city into the wild west. On a bull riding competition, you meet San, a cowboy, not knowing that in the future you will cross ways with him more often...

author's note: Welcome to my first Ateez fanfic! I hope you'll like it. I loved the idea of cowboy San, especially after their new comeback! Have fun

The sun burned mercilessly over the vast prairie as you made your way through the lively little town of Red Rock. You have been living here for a few weeks now, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city you have left behind. Life in the Wild West was rougher, but also more exciting and filled you with a new kind of freedom.

Today was the day of the annual bull riding competition, an event that the whole town looked forward to. You had heard a lot about the cowboys who would be showing off their skills.

As you entered the dusty grounds of the arena with a friend, you felt the excited tension in the air. The crowd roared as the cowboys took their places. You picked a spot close to the action, eager to see the cowboys in action. Loudly, you cheered for the brave men who tried riding the bulls. Just when another man got buckled off, the speaker announced the next competitor and the people around you went wild.

"Lady and gentlemen, here comes the current favourite San!"

Time seemed to stand still as he stepped onto the arena. San, with broad shoulders and a determined look, seemed completely in his element. He jumped up the fence and swung himself on the angry bull. The fence was opened and bull ran free, trying to get the man off.

The fight between man and beast was intense, and for a moment it seemed as if San would loose balance. But in a wild moment of struggle, his hat flew into the air before finally landing next to you. You grabbed it and freed it from the dust. He still sat on the bull.

She didn't hesitate for long and picked up the dusty cowboy hat. The crowd continued to cheer, but you focused only on San, who was buckled off and rolled over the ground. He slowly stood up and looked over at her. She pushed her way through the crowd to give him back his hat.

When San saw her, a smile flashed through his face. He took the hat, but gently pushed it on her head.

"Keep it," he said with a wink.

"A little luck can't hurt you out here." You blushed and smiled back shyly as you ran a finger over the hat.

He walked away, letting himself enjoy the cheerings.

"Who is he?" You asked your friend who looked at you in disbelief.

"You don't know who that is? He is the best bull rider! He is known for his courage and skill, and the stories of his adventures had already made the rounds." She explained.

"Never heard of him" you responded.

"56,78 seconds! And thus takes the lead!" The speaker shouted through the loudspeaker. Even the following cowboys couldn't over it his time so he won the competition. It was crazy how long he sat on that bull even though it was moving wildly beneath him. You were impressed.

The crowd started to get thinner, everyone observing the stands for something to eat til the next competitions would start. You followed your friend who showed you the best food stand on the whole event and after that the best attractions.

When the sun began to go down, she brought you to a bar after you had confessed you didn't had time to get to the infamous bar. The music could already be heard from miles and the laughter of people. You still wore the cowboy hat even though it was too big, you loved that your face was shielded from the merciless sun all day.

When you enter the saloon, the first thing you notice is the smell: a mixture of smoke, sweat, spilt beer and a hint of perfume. The floor is made of rough wooden planks, worn by constant footsteps and the occasional scrape of boots. The room is dimly lit, mainly by oil lamps and candles, which spread a warm, flickering light. The walls are hung with hunting trophies, old mirrors and sometimes photos of famous cowboys or local events. The centrepiece of the saloon is the long, wooden bar, behind which bottles of various spirits stand on shelves.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and an apron, gave you a friendly smile.Men and sometimes women sit at the tables, which are distributed at irregular intervals around the room, playing cards, drinking or chatting. The atmosphere is lively, accompanied by the clinking of glasses, the laughter of the guests and sometimes the music of a small band.

The bartender greeted your friend, you always were shocked that nearly everyone knew everyone. She ordered a drink for both of you until she dragged you to the small dance floor where some persons were already dancing to the great rhythm.

Slowly sipping on your drink, you danced until your friend tapped you and nodded behind you.

"The sexy cowboy is watching you" she grinned and you followed her gaze. San indeed leaned against the, a beer in his hand, clearly mustering you. You blushed as he came towards you.

"Hello beautiful" he exclaimed over the loud music, wearing just a simple jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest.

"Hello" you answered, blushing slightly.

"I see you like the hat" he stated and a smirk formed on his lips as he brushed a hair strand out of his face.

"Yeah, thank you"

"No need to thank me. It suits you better than me"

You smiled. "You don't live in the city, right? I never saw you before"

"I'm just coming here for the competitions and important errands. My farm is outside of the city"

"That is cool. Even though it must be a little bit lonely, right?"

"Sometimes, but I have the animals and when I want to meet people, I'll come here" he smiled.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

Three days later, you were driving to the next biggest city to purchase some errands that you didn't find in the local store. For 30 minutes, you followed the dusty road that was more dirt than road. Around you just the desert and some bushes that fought against the searing heat.

You don't know what you were thinking for doing an one and a half hour trip in the noon with your old car. It was a truck that was perfect for the terrain here. When you moved you had sold your car. Now, you had one that has problems with the air conditioning.

Suddenly, you heard a bang and black smoak rose from the bonnet.

"Shit" you sweared and stopped. Of course you needed to buy the cheapest truck you could find and the car dealer even recommended it! Angry, you placed the cowboy hat on your head to shield you from the merciless sun and got out to take a look at the bonnet.

You opened it and a gush of smoak ascended, leaving you coughing. You leaned further into the bonnet, searching for the problem when you heard some rustling. You thought it was just wind.

"Everything alright?" Someone behind you asked, startled you shrieked, trying to get up but hitting your head on the bonnet over you.

"Ow" you exclaimed and rubbed your head while observing the man. It was San, sitting cool on a horse.

"San. What are you doing here?" You asked, eying him. He looked like a real cowboy in his lumberjack shirt, the dirty jeans and the cowboy hat.

"I could ask you the same" he smirked, letting his gaze roam over your old truck.

"I wanted to go to the next big city" you responded.

"Well, that didn't work out, right?" He stated cocky.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously" But you couldn't hold in a small smile. He dismounted from the horse and hands the reins over to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, holding the horse far away from you. Even though you liked animals, horses were a bit scary.

"Let me check if I can fix it" he told you, bending over your car. He sighed after a few minutes.

"I can't fix it here. But we could bring it to my farm." He stated, looking you in the eye. You nodded. "Come on, it isn't wide. We come back with my tractor to tow your car."

"Okay, thanks" you answered, giving him the reins back. He mounted the horse, holding his hand down.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

"We'll ride. And now come on" you shook your head fast. There was no way you would climb on the horse.

"It's safe. You can hold onto me. And I'm not letting you here alone on the street miles away from anything" he argued. You sighed, guessing you had no other choice.

Hesitant, you took his hand and climbed behind him on the horse who stood there unimpressed. Immediately, you clinged onto him like your dear life depended on it. He let out a laugh. "Relax. Rosie is a good girl" he brushed over the horse's fur.

He carefully pushed the horse into a small walk. It was strange to sit on a horse and you anxiously held onto San.

"You ok there?" He asked, guiding Rosie away from your lame excuse of a car. "Yes, it isn't that bad" you gave in, a small smile flashing over your face and relaxing your hold until the horse accelerated. You shrieked and clinged more while San just laughed.

After twenty five minutes, you saw the big wooden fences. The cattle farm layed peacefully in the vastness of the land, surrounded by endless grassy plains and rolling hills. At the centre of the property stood the farmhouse, a sturdy building made of sun-bleached wood that had weathered many storms. A wide veranda, furnished with rocking chairs and a wooden table, provided the perfect place to look out over the vast landscape.

Cows walked over the pasture, eating the dry grass. It was idyllic.

"That's your farm?" You asked, letting your gaze wander around. As soon as the horse halted, you jumped off just that San could dismount as well.

"Yes, in all its glory. Welcome to Red Wood Ranch." He exclaimed, signalling around him while smiling proudly.

"Wow, looks beautiful" you answered. You followed him to the tractor, sat next to him and you two took the way back to your track.

There, he towed it back to his farm, getting a better look.

"I think it'll take me some time before it's fixed." While his upper half disappeared completely into the bonnet, you helped him with giving him the tools he needed.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You asked curious. It seemed like he could do nearly everything. Bull riding, horse riding and repairing cars. And definitely so much more.

"I grew up here. Of course I know how I can fix a car."

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To be clear, you never thought that repairing a car could take so long. After four hours, both of you decided that you would continue tomorrow.

"Should I drive you home or do you want to sleep here?" He asked while he stepped into the farmhouse. The creaky front door opened into a rustic interior that reflected the tough but warm spirit of its inhabitant.

"You don't need to drive me. I'll stay" he nodded, leading you into the kitchen. The big window let the orange light of the sunset into the room, turning the wooden interior into a warm tone. The kitchen was beautiful, just like you had imagined it in a farmhouse.

"Then I guess you need to try my famous baked beans with mashed potatoes" a smile adorned his face.

"I would love to"

San was a great cook, opening the door to your heart with just one meal. You devoured every bite, making him laugh out loud. You sat in the simple garden, under an old tree, watching the sunset and later the stars. It was so beautiful. Even here, you could hear a cow moo from time to time. While you enjoyed the moment, you catched San staring at you. You grew red, brushing a loose hair strand out of your face.

"You look happy" he stated.

"I am. Moving here was the best decision I ever made"

In the middle of the night, both of you decided to finally go to bed. He showed you the guest bedroom, giving you a shirt because you didn't have anything with you. You thanked him and quickly brushed your teeth and throwing the shirt over your figure. It was big, too big for you but it smelled really nice.

San waited in front of the bathroom for his turn, his eyes widening when he saw you in his shirt. Thankfully the low light shielded his blush from you. You told him good night, unbeknown to you, his gaze followed you until you were out of his sight, admitting to himself that he liked the view of you in his clothes.

It was nice to have someone here again even if it was only for a night. But the house already felt warmer more like a home not just a farmhouse. He liked the company and the thought of someone who is here with him.

The next morning, when you came downstairs to the kitchen, you smelled already the delicious food.

"Good morning. Didn't know you were already up." You said, a yawn leaving you. Sadly, you had changed out of the shirt. "Yes, needed to feed the cows. I figured you would like to eat something."

Just the thought of his delicious food leaved you drooling.

After breakfast, he quickly continued to work on your truck and luckily after two hours he was finished. "Thank you so much, San. I didn't know what I would have done without you" you hugged him tight.

He laughed. "Then you're lucky you have me. I thank you for joining me for the night." You gave a smile widley.

"You're right. I am lucky. May I invite you to dinner tomorrow?" you answered. He agreed, watching you drive away with a light heart.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

You had agreed that he would pick you up so that both of you could go to the small restaurant. You were excited. It felt like you had known San for a long time. But it also made you nervous because you couldn't deny that there was more than friendship between you and him.

At seven pm sharp, his car stopped in front of your house. Quickly, you jumped into your shoes and walked towards the car after making sure that your door was locked. He leaned against his truck, dressed in a black shirt and a denim jacket. He looked handsome, especially with the way he styled his hair.

"You look beautiful, y/n" he said when you hugged him, jumping in the car.

"Well, you you don't look bad either" you confessed.

During the whole ride, the comfortable conversation went on. He lead you into the restaurant. It was small but still beautiful decorated. The waiter showed you your table outside in the lovely garden. The table was directly placed between three big trees with fairy lights, making it so much more romantic.

You learned that San's grandfather built the Red Wood Ranch until his parents took over and now he. His older sister has moved away into a big city, only coming here once a year. So, He was mostly alone but happy to live on the farm.

The night went on, slowly but surely, the heat of the day went away and leaved a cold wind that brushed against your shoulders. Of course you didn't think about bringing a jacket even if you knew that the nights were cold. You shivered slightly, brushing your hands up and down your arms to keep warm. San stood up and circled the table. Confused, you observed him as he took off his jacket and layed it over your shoulders. Immediately, you could smell his cologne, letting you inhale deeply.

"Thank you" you mumbled, pulling the denim jacket tighter around your body. He smiled and sat down in his seat again.

After dinner, San drove you home again. He stopped in front of your house, got out with you to bring you to your front door, mumbling something about safety.

"Thank you for the great evening" he said, a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, it was perfect. I had so much fun" you admitted, taking off his jacket to give it to him.

"You can keep it if you want" he added.

You chuckled. "I already have your hat. When you give all your clothes to me, you don't have anything to wear yourself"

He mimicked to think hardly. "You have a good point"

He leaned closer to you, his face only centimetres away from yours. "Even though I enjoy seeing you in my clothes" he added, his ears turning red. A rosy blush krept up your face, leaving San smirking. His eyes wandered from your eyes over your red cheeks to your lips.

San overcame the last centimetres and pressed his lips gently on yours. They were soft and couldn't do anything against it but to return the kiss, moving yours against his. Your lips tingled as a hand cupped your cheek, brushing over your soft skin.

Slowly, you finished the passionate kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

"I like you, y/n" he whispered, lips red and a bit swollen.

"I like you too, San" you replied, looking him deep in the eye. He pulled in for another kiss, a short one to say goodbye.

"Will you be there next weekend for the next competition?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll be there in the crowd watching you" A big smile plastered his face, leaning in once again to feel your lips against his. And you could feel his smile while kissing.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the next competition in bull riding!" The speaker shouted over the arena. The crowd was loud, discussing who will win.

You pushed yourself through the mass of people, forward right to the fence of the arena so that San could see you. You wore his hat, figuring that he would like it if you would wear it.

You watched his opponents, waiting for San's turn. One or two times, the person was immediately buckled off of the bull's back, hitting the ground hard. The crowd hissing as they heard the collision with the floor.

Then, San walked into the arena, waving when the speaker announced him. You and the other people cheered as he climbed onto the bull's back. The fence was opened and the bull ran into the arena, already buckling wildly.

He held onto the saddle with one hand, not letting go. Second for second passes. He had already the best time from all the opponents before him. The bull didn't give up, just buckling more and more while running through the arena.

Suddenly, the bull stopped full force. San loosed the grip, trying to not fly in front of the bull. Then, the animal jumped up, buckling like never before. San couldn't hold his balance and when the bull buckled one last time, he flew through the air, landing harsh on the ground, his head hitting an iron bar of the fence.

The cheering died, leaving the arena in silence. Everyone waited for San to get up but he still layed there. The bull was captured again and an emergency doctor ran to him. You pushed yourself through the fence, running to him.

"Ma'am, please, stay away" someone said. You shook your head. "He is my boyfriend" you lied. Well, technically he wasn't your boyfriend but you really liked him, well, you loved him.

They let you through. Fortunately, San was already awake, leaning against the fence with half closed eyes. "San" you whispered. Sitting down next to him, observing him precisely. He had a cut on his lips and some blood dropped down from his forehead. His hand grabbed yours, playing with it while he gave you an encouraging smile.

The doctor bandaged the forehead. When he was finished, you helped San up. Slowly, you walked him out of the arena, clutching to his hand.

"Your boyfriend, huh?" He teased while wiggling his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips as you two sat down in a room, waiting for the doctor.

You grew red, letting his hand go to brush your hair back. "I was worried!" You defended.

"It's okay. I loved the sound of it. Can you call me that again?" His eyes sparkled with amusement and malicious joy. He was such a tease.

"Oh shut it! I was scared." You crossed your arms, turning away from him so that he could see your embarrassment.

Two strong were arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against the muscular chest.

You felt San's face in your hair, inhaling deep.

"I'm sorry. I was just teasing you" he mumbled into your neck, leaving you shivering when his hot breath hit your skin.

"But I liked you calling me your boyfriend and I want to be able to call you my girlfriend. Is that okay?" He added, turning you around.

You couldn't say no to his sweet puppy eyes. You nodded and carefully placed your lips against his.

"You are never going to ride a bull ever again!" You commanded shortly after.

"We will discuss that later, princess" he said, pulling into another kiss.

[putschki1969]

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Talk Garden Vol.14‼️~Everyone's Health Regimens Are Amazing! I Can't Handle The Recent Temperature Changes~

The temperatures in Tokyo suddenly dropped below 20℃ so I thought it was finally going to get cooler…but it was only for a moment. It seems to be going back up to warm temperatures around 25℃ 😅A temperature difference of about 10℃ between different days is rough in many ways😵‍💫I'm not sure what to wear *laughs*🧥

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

How is autumn approaching where you live? I feel that the plants in my house are growing a little slower, maybe because they've been freed from the heat of just a few weeks ago. It's a little sad, but some of them seem to be preparing for hibernation so I need to be more careful when watching over them🤔Watering them will become quite tricky from now on 😇I'll do my best!

Well! Today, I Vol.14 of my podcast "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ I received many submission about "Everyone's Rules of Healthy Living"! It made me realise how well you all take care of your health😳You didn't only talk about different diets, you also mentioned exercising, regular health checks, trying new things to deal with daily physical problems…I was really impressed by everyone's dedication to a healthy lifestyle!! 😭✨I got the impression that a lot of people ride bikes😊🚴In terms of food, many people try to prioritise vegetables🍅🍆🥒🥕🥦Basic health rules seem to be ingrained in all of you🤔That's amazing…✨

I'm trying my best too, but the fatigue of summer and the dryness of the sudden cold have made my voice a little nasal😓It may be hard to listen to but if you have some spare time, feel free to check out the latest episode. I forgot to mention it in the podcast but I wanted to introduce my recent favourite foam roller. I am using it every morning and evening for stretching 😉It's a small foam roller for myofascial release. Look at the cute colour and size. It's tiny compared to a regular-sized foam roller. It's light and easy to carry! It's small, but it can release myofascia just as well as a regular-sized one!

I've always loved this stretch ball, too. It's a great product that can be used on trigger points. (Trigger points are "hyperalgesic areas, which are where the pain-sensing sensors in the body have malfunctioned, causing constant pain.") Personally, I use it in areas that don't usually hurt but are prone to stiffness. The shoulder blades, collarbones, and especially glutes! My glutes are surprisingly stiff! (By the way, if you want to work on large muscles like your glutes or thighs, I recommend using a foam roller with a large surface area rather than a small ball 😊 The ball is best for small focus areas) I keep these items near my bed so I can use them before bedtime at night, I also keep them in my stretch corner or on the sofa *laughs* I use them whenever I notice stiffness. It's quite painful though… 😇

Thank you to everyone who sent in submissions this month! ! As for the little present for those whose message was read, please expect it to arrive in about a month. I'm sorry to keep you waiting but please be patient😅💦

So! For next month's talk theme I chose: "Everyone's Ideal Autumn Trip". I talked a little bit about it in the episode but last month I went on a trip to Nikko with my mother 🧳I was very excited to be able to visit the nostalgic Nikko Toshogu Shrine 😍It was my first trip in a while and I felt very refreshed. That's why I picked this travel topic for the next episode ♪

Please tell me about the places you want to go or have been to, and the kind of trips you want to take! ! ＼(^o^)／I will of course share photos and a travel diary of my trip to Nikko on my blog soon✏️

And last but not least! I also wanted to talk about the happy news that were announced last week! Next year, on January 15, 2025, we will hold a Kalafina live concert. After seven years, we have decided to sing together again as a trio. 17 years after our debut! We have been encouraged by the feelings of everyone who has always supported us throughout the years. For this reason, we want to stand with gratitude and pride on stage to convey our feelings to you that day. The concert is titled "Kalafina Anniversary LIVE 2025".

We look forward to seeing you at Tokyo Garden Theater next year. Please come and see us!!! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／[Note: Unfortunately, Wakana doesn't really share anything specific about the upcoming live. She's bubbly as always when she makes the announcement but no further infos or thoughts are revealed]

All right, that's all for today! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #14

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For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on November 10th, the following two topics have been chosen: ・Everyone's Ideal Autumn Trip ・Anything you’d like to ask Wakana/Anything you’d like Wakana to talk about

The submission deadline is 10/31.

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Man Suang timeline

April 13

Mile and Apo added some new interesting info on the movie during this interview:

(this part is only about man suang, i cropped out the rest)

April 16

April 17

A fan found out that the tree in the last story up here is a jujube tree:

The importance of jujube trees in the thai tradition

According to historical records, Jujube trees -- known as pud sa in Thai -- were a favourite of King Naresuan, a great monarch during the Ayutthaya period. Over three centuries ago, King Naresuan ordered them to be planted in the palace area to express his gratitude after an incident where the elephant he was riding stumbled in battle but was prevented from falling by a Jujube tree. Much later, King Rama V also ordered hundreds of these trees to be planted in Ayutthaya, and invited local people to freely pick their fruit to engender a sense of civic pride.

The park has been a Unesco World Heritage Site since 1991.

April 18

During THE HIDDEN CHARACTER event Pond said that Man Suang will be the first thai movie to be premiered simultaneously in many foreign countries 💥!!!!!!!

They chose some countries where they know they have a fanbase thanks to the KinnPorsche World Tour such as Singapore, Korea, Philippines, Vietnam, Taipei, Hong Kong but also other countries like Indonesia ,Malaysia, Japan, Australia and so on…

Pond also said that they’re going to finish filming by the middle of may (so apparently not before the woody talk event like they suggested)

Mile and Apo talked about Man Suang during the press conference:

Question to Mile: can you talk about the bruises you got when filming Man Suang?

Mile: it's simply just an accident, there are some scenes that are a little bit too intense and it's normal for an accident to happen. My shoulder once got dislocated during the shooting of kinnporsche, that was the first time. It was something a little bit too intense and made this area (shoulder area) to get easily injured and it hurts a lot but it will recover in 2-3 weeks. Now there’s a little bruise but it's nothing serious. It's normal for an accident to occur

Apo: fans are worried because he's someone who gets bruised easily 😅

Mile: Not on the outside but here (*points to his heart*) 😂 I got to play one joke today 😂 I didn't get to see a doctor. I consulted my brother about it. He's a doc/physician and he has his other doctor friends so he told me to take this med and that med. I also did take care of myself because at that time I was very busy every day… we also went to India during that time. So i didn't have time to go see a doctor. So I was being careful at that time. Yes, it happened but I was happy

Apo: because it's a memory

Mile: Yeah it's a memory (*points at apo and himself*) and I heard people say that if we're careful enough we will still get hurt but if we aren't careful at all, we'd get hurt more than this

April 19

Pond left a comment on IG:

Poor boys :(

April 20

[flowerandblood]

My Best Friend (26)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]    

[warnings: smut, sex content, fluff, kissing]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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After much persuasion, Aemond and Y/N agreed to stay at his family home for the night. Aemond went out into the garden, said he needed to calm down. Y/N was standing in the kitchen with his mom after she offered her tea. They drank from their cups in silence, even though the tension of the situation eased, Y/N could see that she was still depressed.

"I didn't know Aemond would take you with him. I'm sorry you had to watch this." She finally said, pressing her lips together in a grimace of sadness and self-pity. Y/N looked at her surprised.

"He didn't want me to go with him. And I didn't want to leave him alone with all this." She said with a shrug. She knew things were bad between them, but she didn't know it was this bad. Aemond's mother looked at her thoughtfully. She looked like a huge weight was on her shoulders.

"Aemond was always a quiet, polite kid. I never had any problems with him. He studied well, read a lot, listened to music, played games. He was very shy. The opposite of Aegon." She began to speak as if she felt she couldn't hold it all in anymore. Y/N listened, shocked and unsure, seeing how desperate she must have been to confide in practically a stranger.

"Aegon and their eldest sister's sons teased him often. He confided this to me, I tried to intervene, but his father always thought it was just innocent childish antics. That Aemond needed to learn to stand up, to be a man." She sighed, shaking her head, rubbing her temple. She closed her eyes for a moment.

"He always helped me with everything. I could always count on him. That's why when Aegon started causing problems and his father pretended that nothing was going on, I asked him for help. I know that I am their mother, that I should ride these brothels." She said, finally looking at her, there was a lot of pain in her gaze. Y/N swallowed softly. "But I was afraid that if I saw my son there, something inside me would burst. That I would start despising my own child completely." She pursed her lips, trying not to cry. "But now I see that I did it at the cost of hurting my second child, who feels used."

There was a long silence. Y/N tried to understand her and knew she had her reasons for doing so, but the truth was that she felt even more sorry for Aemond. Despite all his best efforts, he was primarily an errand boy. She wondered if she should say something. After thinking for a moment, she replied.

"You should talk to him frankly about this. Not about Aegon or his father, but about you. He values you very much as parents." She said calmly, pressing her lips together, hoping she wouldn't find it rude to express her opinion. His mother only smiled at her words.

“Aemond never brought a woman to our house. For many years I was afraid that he would never make it, that he would never fall in love. I'm glad he met you." She finally said, her voice sounding tired but also sincere.

Y/N felt herself blush at those words because she was totally not expecting them. She'd only really seen them together once before, so it was fair to say that she had drawn these conclusions very quickly. Y/N wondered if she was just being polite.

“Thank you for these words. I will go to him." She said finally, feeling that she couldn't focus on the conversation anyway. Her mind was still with him, her stomach choked with remorse that somehow she might have failed him today. His mother nodded in understanding and Y/N started towards the terrace. She slid open the glass door and looked outside. It was completely dark and she had to wait a while to get used to the lack of light and to recognize any silhouettes.

After a moment, she saw Aemond crouching a few meters away, petting a large brown dog that Y/N recognized from a photograph in his apartment. Y/N quietly walked over to the grass, the sight of it made her very emotional for some reason. The female dog sensed her right away, raising her big head. Her nose twitched restlessly, detecting an unfamiliar scent. Aemond glanced at her in surprise.

"Is that Vhagar?" She asked quietly, kneeling a few steps beside them. When she was little, her parents had a large white dog named Nora, that she adored. They always said that the dog should be given space and the opportunity to smell and accept you. Y/N extended her open hand to her and placed it on the grass right in front of her, giving her the opportunity to react and decide.

"Yes." Aemond replied briefly, glancing at Vhagar and her reaction to intervene in case she tried to attack her. However, that did not happen. Vhagar stretched out her big head and placed it close to her hand. She sniffed it for a moment without touching it, then sighed and licked it lightly. Y/N, emboldened, touched her nose with her fingers. Vhagar didn't respond to the gesture, blinking lazily.

It wasn't until up close that Y/N could see how old the dog was. There were large wrinkles under her eyes. She let Y/N pat her head, then turned her full attention back to Aemond, laying down between his legs and sighing loudly. Y/N thought she must have missed him since he was so rarely home.

She wanted to ask him about it, but she could tell by the expression on his face that he was still angry with her. She didn't know how she should behave. She was afraid that whatever she said would only make matters worse. She felt that he didn't want an explanation for her right now, just to show her his frustration, and she understood that. 

She sighed softly, taking a sip of her tea. She rested her chin on her knees, looking at them hugging each other. Aemond stroked Vhagar fur steadily, thoughtfully. He finally looked at her. She couldn't see the anger in his eye anymore, but she knew the tension hadn't left him.

"Sleepy?" He asked suddenly, and she looked at him in surprise. She nodded.

Aemond stood up and patted Vhagar, who immediately stood with him, looking at Y/N.

"Come." He spoke softly and she nodded and followed him. They went up the stairs and down the corridor. Aemond opened the door at the far right end and let her go in first. 

He turned on the light and Y/N saw a room ahead of her that might have belonged to a teenage boy. Posters of various rock bands hung around, a guitar stood in the corner of the room, various books, game consoles, boxes and cardboard boxes stood on the shelves.

"Is this your room?" She asked quietly, looking around curiously. Despite the whole situation, she was somehow glad that she had the opportunity to see his family home and the place where he grew up.

"Yes." He replied calmly, looking melancholy at the interior. He thought for a moment, looking at his bed, and turned to her without looking at her. "This bed is small, you'd better sleep here alone. Grab a T-shirt from my drawer. I'll sleep downstairs on the couch."

His words hurt her deeply, and she thought he saw it in her eyes, because his expression changed as if he suddenly regretted his words. But he looked away and added nothing more. Y/N swallowed, but didn't dare defy him any more. They stood there for a moment in awkward silence.

"Good night." He finally said softly, turning to leave and closing the door behind him. Y/N burst into tears as soon as he left, but she covered her mouth to keep it from being heard. Since they started dating, they never slept apart. It was unthinkable for him. She could guess how furious he must have been with her to refuse her even that.

But she wondered if it was just her, or if this room reminded him of the events of eight years ago and the woman who had tried to take advantage of him. She tried to console herself that maybe that was the only reason for his decision, but she thought it was just her wishful thinking. Dejected, she began to pace the room. In one of the pictures hanging on the wall, she saw Aemond with both eyes. He was still a child then, maybe 10 years old. It was a very strange sight for her.

Resigned, she found T-shirts in one of his wardrobes and put on the first one that fell into her hands. She turned off the light and got under the covers, deep in thought. For the first half hour she tried to sleep, but all she felt was a pain in her heart and a tightness in her chest. She still wondered if she should have left Aegon and gone with him. Do what he wanted. Some part of her, however, couldn't believe that it would be good and would help in any way. But that didn't change how awful she felt.

She rolled over on the bed once more and sat up. She found herself unable to bear it. She tought that she had to come down to him and lie down beside him, and if he kicked her out, she'd come back upstairs. She wanted to at least try, she felt that she wouldn’t sleep well at night without feeling him at least next to her.

Quietly, she opened the door to his bedroom and made her way down the dark corridor. The lights were off all over the house and it was completely silent. Y/N started to walk down the stairs gently, trying not to make any sound. Halfway there, she saw the living room and the couch where Aemond lay. The light from the street lamps outside shone on him.

She saw his face and that he was awake. His eye was open, he was staring thoughtfully at a point on the wall. The step creaked beneath her foot, and he shuddered suddenly, startled, jumping to a sitting position. Seeing her, he sighed softly. She herself was scared for some reason, as if he had caught her in the act of doing something wrong.

"What happened?" He asked quietly, looking at her surprised. Y/N pursed her lips.

"I can’t fall asleep." She replied in a whisper, her hands clasping the balustrade. He looked at her for a moment and sighed, uncovering the covers so she could lie down next to him. Her heart beat faster at the sight. On legs as soft as cotton, she walked downstairs and headed for the couch. She lay down next to him. There was little space on it, their bodies and faces practically touching. Aemond looked at her.

"I'm afraid you won't be more comfortable here." He spoke casually, but she felt something change in his voice. She felt his arms against her skin, his scent filling her nostrils. She thought she wanted him and swallowed softly.

"That doesn’t matter." She said, her lips parted slightly. She saw him glance at them, unable to stop himself, and swallowed hard, looking away. Y/N felt she had to say something. “I know I was selfish today and didn't help you at all. I know I didn't do what you asked me to do, and you have every right to be angry with me. I'm very sorry that I disappointed you. I hope you'll forgive me someday." She said softly, lowering her eyes. She felt him flinch at her words, his face hardened. He didn't answer.

However, Y/N decided that he was under no obligation to answer anything. She thought that maybe he needed time to think it all over, to put it into words that made sense. She pressed her forehead against his neck and closed her eyes. His closeness, even if she couldn't hug him, was a great comfort for her. She heard Aemond draw in a quicker breath. They lay in silence for several minutes and Y/N slowly began to fall asleep. She was roused from her half-sleep by his soft voice, for a moment she wasn't sure if she was really hearing it or if it was just a dream.

"I shouldn't have taken you there." He said turning his head towards her so that their faces were almost touching. "I don't want you talking to Aegon except for basic politeness or when it's necessary or unavoidable. Can you do that for me?" His face was all tense, his voice trembled as he uttered the last sentence. Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes misty and sleepy.

"Yes." She said softly. Aemond's mouth parted slightly at the words and he let out a soft breath. He raised a hesitant hand and brushed a strand of hair from her face behind her ear. The gesture sent shivers down her spine. He felt it because his gaze shifted and he leaned over her, brushing her lips. Y/N moaned softly, she needed it like water, felt the space between her thighs tighten against this wonderful feeling.

She put her hand in his hair and pressed his face to hers, their lips connected in a kiss full of despair, regret and longing. They caressed each other's wet lips, stroking and touching each other, catching their breath once in a while, pressing more and more against each other. She was surprised at how hard he was already. She decided that he must have been aroused even when she lay down next to him. Y/N put her leg on his thigh and they both sighed, starting to rub against each other more and more.

"You drive me to despair." He whispered into her mouth, and she shuddered at the sudden confession. His hand gripped her breast, caressing it and kneading it lightly between his fingers, and she moaned softly. "I can't even sleep without you anymore."

In one swift motion, he took off her panties. She moaned loudly, but he covered her mouth with his, pulling away with a loud brush. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?" He asked, excitement evident in his voice. "I have never fucked any woman in my house."

Y/N shivered at his words, feeling it literally leak from between her thighs. She stared at him with hazy eyes, and he lifted her shirt up to get a good look at her breasts. She heard him slip off his tracksuits and pull her to him. They lay sideways, facing each other, their tongues touching hungrily, their quarreling making them need sex even more.

Aemond slid his cock between her thighs, rubbing it with her juices. He moaned low as he felt so much of it flowing out. It turned him on even more, he felt that he was on the edge, he didn't even have the strength to tease her. He slid the tip of his cock into her entrance and they both moaned into each other's mouths, feeling how hot and thirsty they were. Aemond slid inside her in one confident motion, and Y/N tilted her head back in delight. She could feel him throbbing inside her, as feverish as she was.

"How wonderful to feel you inside me." She whispered softly, and he flinched at the words with a groan and began to fuck her, hard and fast, without warning. His sudden and brutal pace surprised her, but also made her even more aroused. Knowing that he was as desperate as she was for a shared fulfillment warmed her heart. They kissed and hugged, running their hands all over their bodies, his one hand gripping her buttocks tightly, his hips setting a hard, aggressive pace that made them both dizzy.

They shuddered and froze as they heard someone upstairs open the door and start down the stairs. They were both covered with a duvet, so from the outside it looked like they were just cuddling. They both closed their eyes as they heard a person go to the kitchen and turn on the light there, apparently wanting to pour himself some water.

Y/N, terrified, tried to lift herself up and free herself from his grip, but Aemond impaled her more, preventing her from moving. She parted her lips in a silent moan and tightened her fingers on his back as she felt him slowly and unhurriedly begin to move inside her again. She shook her head, what little of her common sense wanted him to stop, but the rest of her responded to his movements, waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The fact that they might be caught made them both on the verge of orgasm.

Aemond pressed her buttock tighter against him, moving a little faster so the couch wouldn't creak as it brushed against her point of greatest pleasure. She felt that a few more thrusts from him and she would come, and he tried his hardest not to gasp, feeling her wonderfully clench on him, close to orgasm.

She looked at him imploringly, but his gaze was dark and implacable. He punished her for her disobedience and at the same time rewarded her for her love and devotion. He entered her a few more times, and she pressed her face and mouth to his neck, squeezing her eyes shut, waves of heat and pleasure spilling over her body, breathing shallowly, feeling her whole body tighten just to keep from moaning loudly.

She felt his hands gripping her body tighter, his movements becoming more and more irregular, and he breathed softly, his warmth spreading inside her, he hid his face in her hair. Convulsions went through their bodies, they pressed against each other, trying to survive together this wonderful, shared pleasure without any sounds. They froze as someone finally turned off the light and headed back up. All they could hear was their rapid breathing and the pounding of their hearts.

They didn't even have the strength to tease each other or comment on what they had just done. They fell asleep after several minutes in tight embraces, finally calm, soothed by each other's closeness.

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[witchywriterlythings]

Something This Way Comes

Chapter Nine: I Decide I Don’t Like Busses

It took me longer than I expected to pack. They’d been able to get all of my stuff back from the police, even the teeth, so I had to figure out how many changes of clothes to take, if I needed another pair of shoes. They didn’t exactly give you a list to take, and I wasn’t going to ask Luke. 

Annabeth was no help either, she was packing a book. Was this going to be like a roadtrip? 

I packed a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a blanket, and grabbed a bunch of water bottles from the campus store, along with all the money my mom had given me. The camp store loaned me one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. Chiron gave Annabeth and me each a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt.

Annabeth's siblings came to say goodbye to her, along with a few of the other campers she knew, while I waited with Grover awkwardly. After a few minutes of hugs for her, we made our way up the hill to where Chiron was waiting. 

Next to him stood the surfer dude I'd seen when I was recovering in the sick room. According to Grover, the guy was the camp's head of security and he supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck. He also weirdly smelled like hay and farm animal, but I couldn't really place it. 

"This is Argus," Chiron told me. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."

Thankfully we were saved from having to laugh at that by Luke running up the hill behind us with a pair of basketball shoes for some reason. They looked new, but something about them made me nauseous..

"Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around, which made me want to growl. 

"Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told me, completely ignoring Annabeth. "And I thought...um, maybe you could use these." He handed me the sneakers and said, "Maia!"

White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels, startling me so much, I dropped them. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared.

"Awesome!" Grover said while I glared at them. 

Luke smiled and tried to make me take them by giving them sentimental value and saying they were from a god. I just looked at him until he shuffled awkwardly. "Listen, Percy ..." Luke looked uncomfortable and I enjoyed it, while Annabeth gave me a sharp look. "A lot of hopes are riding on you. So just ... kill some monsters for me, okay?"

Luke patted Grover's head between his horns, then gave a good-bye hug to Annabeth, who looked like she might pass out. He looked at me for a second before running back down the hill.

I turned to Annabeth to make sure she was okay. "You're hyperventilating."

"Am not."

“Shut up.” Annabeth murmured but she didn't seem angry.

"You let him capture the flag instead of you, didn't you?"

"Oh ... why do I want to go anywhere with you, Percy?" She stomped down the other side of the hill, where a white SUV waited on the shoulder of the road. Argus followed, jingling his car keys, and smirking like he knew something I didn't. 

I glared at the shoes Luke left for me before being hit with a really great idea. "Hey, Grover. You want a magic item?"

His eyes lit up. "Me?"

Pretty soon we'd laced the sneakers over his fake feet, and the world's first flying goat boy was ready for launch.

"Maia!" he shouted.

He got off the ground okay, but then fell over sideways so his backpack dragged through the grass. The winged shoes kept bucking up and down like tiny broncos.

"Practice," Chiron called after him, like that was helpful. "You just need practice!"

"Aaaaa!" Grover went flying sideways down the hill like a possessed lawn mower, heading toward the van.

Before I could follow, Chiron tried to catch my arm but I pulled away from him when he tried. He went on a out how I should have had more training, how all the great heroes did, and I shifted uneasily from his doubt. Then weirdly, he pulled a pen from his coat pocket and handed it to me. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably cost thirty cents.

"Gee," I said. "Thanks."

"Percy, that's a gift from your father. I've kept it for years, not knowing you were who I was waiting for. But the prophecy is clear to me now. You are the one."

I looked it over curiously, trying to figure out how it worked. It must be a magic item, right? It left my hand all tingly where it touched, like it was full of static. "How does it work?" 

"Remove the cap, away from me if you please." 

I took off the cap, and the pen grew longer and heavier in my hand. In half a second, I held a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather-wrapped grip, and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs. It was the first weapon that actually felt balanced in my hand.

"The sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron told me. "Its name is Anaklusmos."

"Riptide," I translated, enjoying the name as well as the balance of the sword. Finally, something that worked.

"Now recap the pen."

I touched the pen cap to the sword tip and instantly Riptide shrank to a ballpoint pen again. I tucked it in my pocket, a little nervous, because I was famous for losing pens at school.

"You can't," Chiron said.

"Can't what?"

"Lose the pen," he said. "It is enchanted. It will always reappear in your pocket. Try it."

I was wary, but I threw the pen as far as I could down the hill and watched it disappear in the grass.

"It may take a few moments," Chiron told me. "Now check your pocket."

Sure enough, the pen was there.

"Okay, that's extremely cool," I admitted, grateful that someone was finally giving me something useful. 

Chiron hummed in thought before leaning down to look at me better and I just knew he was trying to be wise. "All we can do, child, is follow our destiny." Called it.

"Our destiny...assuming we know what that is."

"Relax," Chiron told me. "Keep a clear head. And remember, you may be about to prevent the biggest war in human history."

"Relax," I said. "I'm very relaxed." Chiron didn't seem to get the sarcasm though and just shooed me down the hill. 

Driving felt weird after all of the mythical shit that goes down at camp. I went from watching people fly pegasus to being in a van. Total downgrade. 

It was so distracting that I actually lasted thirty whole minutes before turning to Annabeth and asking her why she hated me all of a sudden. 

"I don't hate you," she tried to deny before reaching for a book like it would protect her from this conversation. 

"If this is about the whole rivalry thing…" I trailed off when she glared at me, figuring she wasn't ready to talk about it. 

Annabeth sighed though. "We just aren't supposed to get along, okay? Do you know the stories?” As she ran through all the reasons she should hate a son of the sea, all I could hear was the waiver in her voice. “Just forget it.” 

“Why is it so hard for us to be friends? Do you make all your life choices based on your mom? We don’t have to actually be our parents, you know.” I knew I was sort of pouting, but she was being so frustrating! All I wanted was for things to go back to the way things were before I was claimed.

“We can’t just ignore who our parents are!”  

“Why not?” 

“Why are you so frustrating?”

 “Cause I can be right?” I grinned as she became flustered again. 

“You make no sense!” Annabeth huffed and turned away from me to look out the window. 

In the front seat, Argus smiled. He didn't say anything, but one blue eye on the back of his neck winked at me.  

By the time we made it to the Greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, it was pouring rain and dark. Taped to a mailbox was a soggy flyer with my picture on it: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?

I ripped it down before Annabeth and Grover could notice.

Argus unloaded our bags, made sure we got our bus tickets, then drove away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

I thought about how close I was to my old apartment. On a normal day, my mom would be home from the candy store by now. And Smelly Gabe probably up there, playing poker, just like he would be right now, not even missing her. I had to clench my jaw to stop from growling. 

Grover must have seen something on my face because he tried comforting me by explaining why my mom was married to Gabe, but he quickly stopped when my claws came out and I slashed at a post. Thankfully, Annabeth wasn’t around to see it but Grover still gave me a look anyway. “You need to cool it or she’s going to figure it out.”

“She married him to protect me, that means it was my fault! If she didn’t have me, she wouldn’t have had to!” 

“Like your mom would do anything she didn’t want to. You can’t be that self centered, can you Percy?” Grover grinned at me even as I shoved at his shoulder gently. “Your mom loved you so much, that’s all I wanted you to know.” 

I nodded as I looked out at rain and pretended my dripping hair was why my cheeks were wet. 

The rain kept coming down.

Despite being initially confused as to why Annabeth brought a book,we quickly got bored waiting for our bus and decided to play Hacky Sack with one of Grover's apples. For two demigods, it was actually pretty easy to bounce it back and forth between us, with Grover keeping  up a lot better than I thought considering he had to use his crutches for the time being.  

The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared—core, stem, and all.

Grover blushed, waving his hands as he tried to apologize. “I am so sorry.” 

Annabeth and I were laughing too hard to even wave off his apologies. 

“Dude, that was awesome!” I reached out fora fist bump that he gave after a few seconds of staring. 

Finally the bus came. As we stood in line to board, Grover started looking around, sniffing the air like he smelled his favorite school cafeteria delicacy—enchiladas. Since he looked a bit silly, I tried to be subtle as I tried to figure out what it was he had noticed. 

“What is it?” All I could smell was sweaty socks and the toddlers diaper that needed changing a few feet away while his poor dad tried to figure out a place to change him before we boarded. I really didn’t want to keep focusing on my nose so I switched my attention back to Grover. “Monster?”

Grover shook his head. “It’s nothing, I think.” But he didn’t look totally convinced of that, so I tried to stay on my guard. 

I was relieved when we finally got on board and found seats together in the back of the bus. Annabeth and Grover went to store their backpacks, but I shook my head. “What if something happens?” 

Annabeth kept slapping her Yankees cap nervously against her thigh. “You’re going to jinx us, it’ll be fine.” She still kept her bag in her lap just in case though. 

As the last passengers got on, I felt my entire back tense and my head snapped up to look without my say so. An old lady had just boarded the bus. She wore a crumpled velvet dress, lace gloves, and a shapeless orange-knit hat that shadowed her face, and she carried a big paisley purse. When she tilted her head up, her black eyes glittered, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Annabeth, Grover.” I started fiddling with the pen sword Chiron had given me. “That’s Mrs. Dodds…and she brought friends.” Right behind my old math teacher were two identical versions of her, down to the wrinkled velvet dresses. Triplet demon grandmothers.

Grover whimpered as he shrunk down in his seat. “What do we do? It’s all three of them!” He was starting to shake, like we were back at Yancy and he’d been called up to the board. 

"It's okay," Annabeth said, obviously thinking hard. "Kindly Ones. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We'll just slip out the windows."

"They don't open," Grover moaned.

"A back exit?" she suggested.

There wasn't one. 

“Who designed this godsdamn bus?!” Annabeth was starting to get panicked too, though she was trying to keep control. 

Even if there had been, it wouldn't have helped. By that time, we were on Ninth Avenue, heading for the Lincoln Tunnel.

Annabeth started looking around desperately. "Maybe an emergency exit in the roof ... ?"

We hit the Lincoln Tunnel, and the bus went dark except for the running lights down the aisle. It was eerily quiet without the sound of the rain.

Mrs. Dodds got up. In a flat voice, as if she'd rehearsed it, she announced to the whole bus: "I need to use the rest-room." And her sisters followed  in the same monotone voice, in the most suspiciousway  possible, and started making their way back towards us. 

"I've got it” Annabeth turned to me and shoved something in my hands. "Percy, take my hat."

"What?"

 I tried to argue with her, I tried to explain that it didn’t matter if I left. But when Grover looked at me and sad that I had to go, I listened. No matter how much I wanted to scream, I took the cap and put it on. 

I don’t know how I got to the front of the bus,  I barely dodged  Mrs. Dodds by ducking into an empty seat as I passed. I was sure my backpack was going to hit the seats, or get caught on something, but my luck held out. We were almost through the Lincoln Tunnel now. I turned to check on my friends right as the wailing started. 

The monster I had fought back in the MET had now tripled, each with their own fiery whip that crackled and sizzled against the bus seats. The Kindly Onessurrounded Grover and Annabeth, lashing their whips, hissing: "Where is it? Where?"

The people on the bus must have seen something because the screaming started soon after. Annabeth must have said something to them because they quickly raised their whips. 

Annabeth drew her bronze knife. Grover grabbed a tin can from his snack bag and prepared to throw it.

I knew what I had to do, but the mortals would be in the way if we stayed on the bus. So I grabbed the wheel from the driver and played the most dangerous game of chicken in my life with the rest of traffic as we barreled down the highway. The first exit I saw, I pulled us off asI ignored the honking of other cars and the screaming of the passengers. 

The second I let the driver take over, he pulled off the road next to a stretch of forest and hit the  emergency brakes, slamming everyone forward. The only reason I didn’t crash through the windshield was the steering wheel caught me. 

The monsters regained their balance as the mortals rushed off the bus, leaving me to watch as they lashed their whips at Annabeth while she waved her knife and yelled in Ancient Greek, telling them to back off. Grover threw tin cans. We were all going to die if I didn’t do something. 

I sent a silent apology to my mom, but Annabeth and Grover were mine. And no one was going to touch them. I ripped off the invisibility cap, shoving it in my back pocket and yelled, “Hey!” As soon as I had their attention I felt myself let go. My claws in full form were almost half the size of my hands, curling slightly at the ends. My scales surfaced to protect my skin, circling around my body like armor, while my eyes turned back. I grinned even as I watched Annabeth pale and drop back into her seat. “You want a rematch?” 

The Dodds turned, baring their yellow fangs at me, before Mrs. Dodds stalked up the aisle, just as she used to do in class, about to deliver my F- math test. Every time she flicked her whip, red flames danced along the barbed leather. Her two ugly sisters hopped on top of the seats on either side of her and crawled toward me like huge nasty lizards.

"Perseus Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said, in an accent that was definitely from somewhere farther south than Georgia. "You have offended the gods. You shall die."

I didn’t respond, not when my mouth was too full of teeth for English, and charged her. A part of  me knew that I could probably use my sword for this but I couldn’t risk the others getting hurt. As soon as one of them was in reach, I lunged for the one on the left as Mrs. Dodds wrapped her whip around my right hand. I ignored the pain as I used the stunned surprise of my attack to slash sister number two across the face, her body dissolving underneath me. I ripped the hand still attached to the whip to pull Mrs. Dodds forward until we were face to face. 

I could hear shuffling and cursing behind her, but I trusted Annabeth to hold her off now that her sisters were dead or distracted. 

“What are you?”Mrs. Dodds asked curiously, sniffing at me. 

I growled at her as I slammed my head into hers. She fell back screaming and I took great pleasure in slicing my claws right through her belly, watching her dissolve into nothing. When I looked up, Grover was blowing on his hands from where he must have touched one of the whips and Annabeth was panting where she stood on one of the seats, her knife still out. Thankfully both of them had their bags. 

Annabeth turned her gaze on me even as I put my more human features back the way they were, her eyes promising blood. “What…what the fuck—”

Thunder shook the bus. The hair rose on the back of my neck.

“No time!” Grover grabbed her arm and started shoving me off the bus. 

We rushed outside and found the other passengers wandering around in a daze, arguing with the driver, or running around in circles yelling, "We're going to die!" A Hawaiian-shirted tourist with a camera snapped my photograph. 

The windows of the bus exploded as the passengers ran for cover. Lightning shredded a huge crater in the roof.

“We have to go,” Grover said urgently and once again pushed us both forwards. We plunged into the woods as the rain poured down, the bus in flames behind us, and nothing but darkness ahead.

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[miscmonet]

How shoulder pain led to my biggest healing break through.

TW: Domestic Violence, Sexual assault, Addiction/Substance abuse

To start out I've had some shoulder pain over the last couple of weeks. Nothing I couldn't handle or roll on the ground about.

Monday morning my partner and I laid down for bed after watching the Perseids. When I woke up I was in SO MUCH PAIN. My loving partner immediately jumped into action and got in touch with a friend who is also a masseuse. He invited her over, coordinated a time, planned with our roommate to be upstairs/ended up going to spend time with his partner while I was getting worked on. I was, and still am, completely overwhelmed by how much I am loved. I am so touched that he cares about me so much that he would go through these lengths to help me feel better. He set up an emergency at home visit and also scheduled an hour long session the day after to make sure the issue was taken care of. I am eternally grateful for him doing this when he did not have to at all.

With all that being said, it took so much trust for me to let all this happen. I was in so much pain that I was in no condition to protest or make a fuss about someone touching me/seeing my body. I could feel and see the start of a flashback coming on in the midst of all the planning. A mesh of the past and present.

I'm sitting on the floor, I've just been told someone I've met only a few times will be coming over today. For me. No time determined yet... The nervous anticipation and waiting for the next update, they are still needing to find a ride/sitter. Getting the text for final plans, my partner leaves to pick her up/greet her and see if she needs any help. Finally she enters. I'm still on the floor, not sure what the next move is. Waiting for someone to give me direction. Sit in front of her, don't move, don't show fear, don't flinch from her touch....

And then it starts. And nothing happens. The world didn't implode. My shoulder hurts more, sure. But I gave in. I trusted and I made it out the other side in one piece. For the home visit I didn't even have to take my shirt off. The best part was my partner didn't sexualize the visit. I had a massage. Period end of sentence.

The next day for the hour long session I was still weary of being touched. This one required at least no bra or shirt. I was able to keep my leggings on. At the end I was very touched out/overwhelmed. The combination of rough touch, the volume was a bit much on the relaxing playlist, there were lots of smells and to top it off I had a blanket on and was hot. As for the healing...

She started the massage on my right shoulder. I have an injury in that shoulder from my arm being pulled on roughly, at the time of the injury I was not allowed medical care. It pops multiple times a day, if I move weird it kinda shifts in the socket. Anyway, she starts on that side and I begin to cry and I let it out silently while being worked on. I'm thinking about how this wonderful man has healed wounds he never inflicted, even if he doesn't know it. To feel relief in my shoulder for the first time in almost 7 years! During that massage I let go of a lot more than physical pain. I was able to process the events that surrounded my shoulder injury, hopefully the nightmares of that one will stop now. I was able to process the events that led to my ankle injury and how that was handled. I was able to acknowledge and accept the fact that my abuser regularly invited someone over that I was not comfortable with, voiced this, and yet was still required to perform. And when I became unwilling, that's where the pills and alcohol came in.

There will never be a day that goes by where I won't have a fleeting memory of what I went through for six years and I hate you for that.

But I will forever love my partner, the light of my life, my moon and stars, for being so soft and caring. For always going above and beyond to take care of me. I see how much patience he has to love me, a broken and mentally ill mess, and yet he makes it look so easy.

That's the story of how emotional pain and trauma can stay hidden and stored in the body. Even if you don't remember, the body does. Don't try to run from the pain and memories, it will find away to come back around until you process it. But please do so responsibly and within your capability. Do not push yourself to heal from something you aren't ready for.

[reilivec]

Transformers Au Part 5

We ended up spending the night at Juan's and to our surprise it was quiet. Jazz agreed to act as my car and guard. The plan was that during the school and work he would try and find the other autobots where abouts. That got dashed the instant we pulled into the parking lot. The large parking lot was for both teachers and students. There is also a spot designated for a resource officer but today is the first day I have seen a car in that spot. Jazz slowed down, the radio stopped playing music, "That smells like the Decepticon from yesterday, but the scent is faint almost like he isn't there anymore. Weird. " I look down at the radio and snapped back, "What do you mean weird?" The radio quickly changed between station with the letters I D K appearing on the digital screen.

I parked as close to the door as I could and as I walked towards the door I felt a pull to look closer at the resource officer's car. As I walked towards it I didn't notice any changes in how I felt but I noticed that where it usually says, "To protect and to serve, " instead it says, "to punish and enslave." I couldn't hide my disgust and as I looked at the inside of the car I notice that the dash looked empty. There wasn't an odometer or radio there were gapping hole where they were supposed to be. Someone slapped my shoulder, a girl laughed, "What? Checking out the ride your going to be leaving in?" She sneered laughing with as she turned to her entourage.

I walked into the school and noticed the resource officer was talking to the principal in the hall. As I got closer I noticed a pull and as that happened the resource officer turned his head in my direction. I panicked looking at the ground and speeding up my pace. I could feel his eyes as I rushed down the hall. I spent the rest of the day trying to dodge the officer. The worst part was that he kept showing up outside my classes. When the final bell rang as I tried to bolt past he grabbed my left arm tightly and yanked me towards him with an inhuman strength. My arm immediately started getting hot and my head started spinning as he started dragging me towards the office. I could tell he was talking but I couldn't hear. By the time I was in the physical office I was about to black out and the last thing I remember was being tossed into one of the many chairs lining the walls.

Pain, my arms hurt and I hear metal hitting metal. I look towards the sound and see Jazz with twin pistols. There was a much larger transformer who attempted to shoot him but Jazz was far too nimble. I scrambled to my feet and started looking for places to hide. There was culvert near the school that was usually full of the worst students but right now I needed to get away. I ran down the embankment I could hear people laughing and I finally dashed inside finding beers all over and five of my classmates hanging on each other. One of the girl, Grace I think, looked up at me with horror in her eyes. They were all on there feet within second of me entering. There was a lot of cursing but Grace was the one who was actually helpful. She asked me, "OMG, are you okay, you look like you were thrown from a car." There was a loud slam above us making dust rain down on us. They realized what was happening and sobered up in seconds.

I was about to start talking when both Jazz and the Decepticon tumbled directly in front of the culvert. Everyone started screaming and everything went quiet as someone took over my body. My posture straightened and I turned towards the exit and reached out both hands. My stance widened and the blue energy poured out of my hands creating a see through blue wall and seconds after it was up an explosion hit the wall. As I stood there, becoming a wall all of my own I heard a voice, "Barricade, enough now isn't the time." My hair on my arms were standing up. The Decepticon punched Jazz one more time before climbing up the embankment and leaving with its tires screeching all the way out. I blinked a few times regaining control of my body the wall dissipating after a few seconds. I look back to see everyone holding each other and one guy recording on his phone. "Hey," I looked at the guy recording, "for your own safety I would delete that video and forget what you saw." He nodded before putting his phone in his pocket.

[xmasterofmunsonx]

Hey you! I saw you are still taking request (i hope) and since i don't see that many Eddie X Powered!Reader (which i totally love) was thinking if you could do something like this? Like taking place in s4 and she also escaped the lab and is like rock chic, sarcastic but hasn't interacted with Eddie much so maybe they get to know each other at the beginning of s4 or little before and then she is the one who saves him from the bats? of course Eddie has to be all mushy for her :)) Thank you!!!

Fall on Me

Eddie Munson x powered!fem!reader

Warnings: language, upside down violence, fluff

Author’s Note: Reader escaped the Hawkins Lab and is powered! like El. This takes place in season 4, and contains spoilers so beware if you haven’t watched yet. Starts out with a lot of backstory and it’s all as best explained as I can make it. Some of these things didn’t happen, I had to make them to make this work for my writing. Thank you for this request- it really challenged me and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You missed your friend- phone calls and letters just weren’t enough. It was hard being the “one” left behind in Hawkins when you knew she was out in California with the Byers. Nancy, Steve, and Robin had taken you under their wing after the split happened and you felt safe with them, especially since they knew about your past, just like Eleven’s.

You understood Joyce had to leave to keep Will safe, and after El lost her powers, it made sense for them to move on and try to start a new, safer life. You had laid low- lower than El, on the radar of everyone who went to Hawkins High. You never wanted anyone to know you had powers, for fear of being the “outcast” or worse- captured again for more experiments. Because of your lack of schooling, you had been held back once making you 18 for your junior year.

It was junior year spring break for you, and you were riding along with Nancy to do some of your own investigating about some suspicious activity at your friend Max’s trailer park. The authorities let you in, and you could immediately feel a shift in the air there.

“Nancy, I haven’t been out here much- but… but I think something bad is happening again.”

You watched as Nancy’s grip tightened on the wheel, and she drove to the trailer across from the one that had been taped off with yellow police tape. You couldn’t look away, it was practically calling your name.

“We’ve got to get in there.” You said to her, as you pretended to look like you were making yourselves busy.

“But it’s a crime scene.”

“Yeah, no way. How can you tell?” You said sarcastically, and Nancy cut her eyes at you for making a joke about something so serious. “Is it the police tape or…”

“Shut it.” She slapped your arm and you faked that she had hurt you worse than she did. “You’re gonna draw attention.”

“As if us being dressed as polar opposites isn’t enough.” It was true, Nancy was well dressed as always, in her pastel palette of clothing. You always opted for the darker side of things, a pair of black jeans, black shirt and a flannel shirt were today's choice.

“While you figure out how to get in the Munson trailer, I’m gonna go talk to him. It’s his uncle.”

“Who?” You asked, securing your backpack purse onto your shoulders.

“Eddie. He’s a senior, for like, the second or third time maybe? Remember the stunt in the lunchroom the other day. Him. He’s the one wanted for this murder.”

You thought back, the dramatic scene wasn’t unusual for the boy. You played a little dumb to Nancy, you actually knew exactly who Eddie was. You’d had a small crush on him for a little while, but you didn’t want any more attention drawn to you and talking to him would get you just that. He was handsome, tall, and something about him was so interesting to you. You neared the trailer with the yellow tape, sneaking from car to car, and you made it to it completely unnoticed. You peered around the corner and the cops were more focused on Nancy’s interaction with Wayne than anything else.

You checked the back door, and it swung open entirely too easy for a crime scene. And a crime scene it was. You gagged as the door opened, the smell of old blood filling your nostrils. But something- something wasn’t right here. You looked up.

“Well, fuck me. I thought we were done here.” You saw the crack beginning to form and you knew exactly what it was. You peeked around the rest of the trailer looking for any clues- you wound up in Eddie’s bedroom, of all places. His room was disheveled, dirty, and didn’t look like the room of a killer. Just a dirty high school boy. You found nothing of interest there, and knew your time was ticking before they found you so you snuck back out and made your way over to Nancy and Mr. Munson.

“Hey Nance.” You waved at the pair sitting on the covered picnic table.

“Hey, this is Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.” Nancy introduced you two- he had kind eyes just like Eddie did. Or, from what you could tell the few times you’d run into him at school.

“Hi Wayne. I know Eddie from school. He’s a grade above me.”

“Well, probably a few, isn’t he?” He chuckled to himself a little. You saw the worry on his face and your heart twinged a little.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. I was held back too though. They just want the best ones for a few extra years.” You smiled kindly at him and felt Nancy’s eyes on you. “Hey, listen. There is no way he did it. Nancy will make sure nothing bad is written about him- I’m sure we-someone’s going to find him soon enough. He’s probably just scared of this town starting a manhunt for him.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sighed, rubbing his face with a tired look in his eyes.

“We can help. Won’t get anyone involved that doesn’t need it, alright?” You two left the park, and Nancy briefed you on everything Wayne had told him- about Victor Creel and how these murders had happened before.

“But Victor’s got something to do with the upside down, if this is him. In their trailer- there’s a crack in the ceiling. Looks just like another gate.”

“But El-”

“Yeah, I thought it was closed off too. But I think that’s what I felt. As we’re driving away, I don’t feel it anymore. I think another gate is opening somehow.” You sat, looking out the window of Nancy’s car as you made your way back to town.

-

“You think he’s here? Of all places?” You looked at the semi-questionable house with a boathouse beside it. “All based off of Steve’s Family Video customer base?”

“Yes. It’s gotta be here. There’s nowhere else in town he’d be.” Dustin spoke confidently, leading all of you down to the boathouse. You looked around, your surroundings were unfamiliar and you felt unsettled.

“Well, he’s not here. So let’s go!” You said within seconds of entering the decrepit boathouse.

“Not so fast, if we need anyone here- it’s you.” Steve grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away. “Please?”

“I know he’s not your friend, and he’s a little weird, but he needs our help. Your help. If you say something with the Upside Down is going on again, he needs to stick with us.” You rolled your eyes at Dustin, that little turd of a kid could be so annoying but he had the biggest heart of all of them.

“Fine. But I’m staying by the door.”

“Good, be the lookout.” Max assigned your role to you as you peeked out the door, then back to your friends as they were poking and prodding around. A loud noise happened behind you and before you knew it, Eddie was holding a broken glass up to Steve’s throat.

“Hey, uh, a little help here?” Steve looked at you, he probably wanted you to use your powers on him but you wouldn’t.

“Eddie, we’re here to help you. We’re not going to tell on you, or take you in to the cops.” You gently placed your hand on his arm and he jumped, making Steve jump again too. “Hey, put that down.”

Eddie was breathing heavily through his nostrils as he battled with what to do. You flicked your head a little, and made the bottle fly out of his hand.

“Thanks.” You said to him, and nonchalantly wiped the small dribble of blood off of your upper lip from your nose.

“Wh-what? How?” His attention was off of Steve as he followed you around like a lost puppy to the front door of the boathouse. “Are you, are you a witch?”

“Listen, someone else wanna summarize this? It gets really old.” You gestured your hands to your friends and they all looked around, “He plays D&D. C’mon, he’ll get it. But you might want to sit down.” You guided him to a chair, and he sat down as he listened to the explanation of everything. To everyone else’s surprise but yours, he believed it all.

“So you’ve got special powers?” He pointed to you as he spoke slowly.

“Yep, and I’m not afraid to use them.”

“So like-”

“I can’t read your mind, but I can get inside of it. And I can move things, I can also throw you across the lake if I had to.”

“She will, I’ve seen it happen before.” Steve spoke to Eddie, he was still in shock and a little traumatized from everything that had happened in the last day or two.

“How’d you know he plays D&D?” Max asked as the group of you, minus Eddie, were walking back to the car.

You fumbled over your words as you hid the blush that crept onto your face, “Because he’s in that club with Dustin and that’s all they do.” You stated as if it were a common fact. She looked up at you with a grin, and you nudged her to get her off of your case.

-

Days went by, more and more happened. More people were killed, and you had figured out that every time someone died by Vecna, it was opening another gate.

You and your friends were currently climbing into a boat in the middle of the lake. You had spent your day trying to locate Eddie who had run after Jason was killed in front of his eyes over the lake.

Eddie and Steve had hopped into the boat first before Nancy and Robin, and you were the last one in. Eddie held his hand out to you, and you motioned you didn’t need his help. Your foot slipped as the boat rocked and he caught you, as you landed in his lap.

“Stubborn.” He quietly muttered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“I’ll throw you across the lake, don’t try me.” You craned your neck back at him and smirked, before you realized you were literally sitting in his lap now for no good reason. You stood up and sat on a different bench on the boat and you all paddled out to the center of the lake, where you could see the gate glowing.

“So, why are we here, and not at the gate at Eddie’s trailer?” You asked, scratching your head.

“Because the one in his trailer isn’t big enough yet according to Max.” Steve said, stripping down to his jeans.

“And you’re gonna swim?” You asked him, as he tossed his clothes to you.

“What, you think you can do better than me?” Sighs and grumbles were heard all around the boat at your bickering.

“Who’s the one with powers? I’m going with you. You’re not going in by yourself.” You stood up, following Steve’s lead and stripping down to your sports bra and jeans, not wanting your sweater to weigh you down extra. You handed your black sweater to Eddie, “You lose this, and I’ll definitely throw your body across the lake.”

He grabbed the still warm garment of clothing from you, and tucked it under his arms. “I’d be honored.” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

The two of you had started some banter over the last little bit, your personalities meshed together better than you thought and you enjoyed his company. You wished you’d started talking to him sooner, and little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

With a grunt, you and Steve fell through the gate onto the ground. Immediately you were being swarmed by creatures, and Steve reached for a makeshift weapon that was an oar as you fended off the ones you could with your powers. Moments later, your friends joined you and you could feel yourself growing weaker as you were exerting everything you could to get rid of the demobats.

Steve was ripping apart the bats, abandoning his oar, Robin and Nancy were pulling bats off of him, and Eddie was trying his best to whack them away too. You suddenly started to feel the blood gush from your nose- both nostrils this time and knew it wasn’t looking good for you. Closest to you was Eddie, and you yelled his name with the little bit of fight left in you before everything went black.

-

“So maybe we should try the other gate? At my house now?” You heard Eddie’s voice as you were waking up, everything felt blurry and heavy.

“Hey, she’s up.” Steve rushed over to you and helped you sit up. “You good?” You looked down at yourself- you were covered in blood and nasty Upside Down filth.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, again. You wanted your sister-like friend’s help now more than ever.

“Yeah, just not feeling my best.” You ran a hand through your dark hair and felt the mats that had formed from grime. “Everyone make it out okay?”

“You barely did.” Eddie spoke from the end of the couch, your feet were resting in his lap and you hadn’t noticed. “But I, believe it or not, saved you.” You rolled your eyes, too tired to have a comeback.

“Alright, so we’ve come up with a plan.” Nancy sat on the floor near you and explained it to you- how you were all going to get supplies, then you were going to enter through the gate at Eddie’s trailer with the rest of the kids.

“W-wait.” You spoke up, suddenly remembering something. “I-while I was out, I think I had a dream, or I saw El.” You looked up to Max. “You saw her too, didn’t you?” She shook her head.

“No, what are you talking about?” You knew she’d been seeing the clocks, and everyone knew she was Vecna’s next target. She was going to play pawn in the plan to destroy him.

“N-nevermind. I must’ve just been dreaming.”

“You stay here with Eddie, and we’ll go get everything. Then, we’ll come back and pick you two up- we need you rested, of all people.” Nancy patted your back before she walked out of the trailer.

They left Max’s house, and you settled back down into the couch. Your eyes felt heavy but you didn’t want to fall asleep. What you had seen wasn’t good, and you didn’t want it to happen again, not knowing if it was a dream or a vision of some sort.

“Your nose was bleeding the whole time you were out.” Eddie spoke, staring straight forward at the wall.

“What?”

“Yeah, I kept having to clean it for you so it didn’t get everywhere.” His eyebrows were wrinkled together, “what did you see?”

“El- Eleven. She was listening into everything. I don’t know how though, she lost her powers.”

“Maybe she’s got them back?” Eddie shrugged, you wished you could contact her but the Byers phone had been unreachable this whole time, and you knew trying to find her again would drain you too much before going into the Upside Down.

“Maybe so. Guess we’ll just have to find out.” You shrugged it off and laid your head on the backrest of the couch, looking back at Eddie. His pale skin was scratched with marks, he had dried blood and grime all over him. His jacket and vest were missing- you notice Steve had his vest on earlier but where did his jacket go?

As if he were reading your mind, he spoke up. “Jacket looks better on you. Sorry I uh, we lost that sweater you had on. I figured you’d want to be covered up some.” Blush was tinting his cheeks and you looked down- you had on his leather jacket. “I’ll make my way over to my house once they’re back to grab some more clothes.”

“Thanks.” You said, squirming into your seat a little more. “For saving me too. You were all I could see before I blacked out, I tried as hard as I could to get those bats off of you all. I just, I couldn’t do anymore than I did. I’m not as strong as El is.”

“Hey, you were pretty badass back there.” Eddie patted his hand on your legs, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth against your jeans. “I don't think any of us would’ve made it without you.”

You sat with him making small talk, the awkwardness hung in the air thick and heavy- but you couldn’t tell if it was that, or if it was the impending doom feeling of what you all were about to take on.

-

“Back again, bitches.” You said as you entered the gate through Eddie’s trailer.

“Alright, everyone know their part?”

“For the fiftieth time Nance, yes.” You rolled your eyes as you picked up your supplies. You reached to buckle your backpack onto your back, but felt a pair of hands already there.

“I got you.” Eddie buckled the clasp, then patted your shoulders. You blushed as your hands rested back on top of his, giving them a small squeeze.

“Alright, let’s go.” Steve motioned for you all to follow him once you were all ready. Your group exited the trailer, looking around at the unfortunate sight of the familiar grey, red, and flashy sky.

You heard your name being called, and you turned around to find Eddie running after you. You walked back a few steps to meet him midway.

“Yeah?” You were standing a few inches away from him, he was breathing heavy and so were you.

“Um, I just…” You raised your eyebrows at him I wanting him to finish his sentence. “Go kick some ass, yeah?” You could tell he wanted to say something else, but you didn’t pry.

“Only if you promise not to try and be a hero. This isn’t one of your games.” You poked him on the chest, and he reached up and grabbed your hand. He clutched onto it, giving it a small squeeze before raising it to his lips and placing a small kiss on your fingers.

“Promise.” He smiled at you, and you ran back to catch up with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Robin shot you a look and you ruffled her hair.

“Shut it, Buckley.”

“You might wanna wipe that drool off your face before you slip on the puddle you’re about to make.” Steve spoke from the front of the group.

“Oh, come on! If I wasn’t saving my energy for this Vecna, I would launch all of you across this fucking town.”

Minutes in the Upside Down felt like hours, and your stomach was wrecked thinking about the fate of Dustin and Eddie being away from you. You felt pulled to them, like you needed to be with them instead of with Nancy, Robin and Steve. You were all crouched in front of the Creel house now, waiting for the moment to enter the house.

“You good?” Robin nudged you, as you two were huddled in your hiding spot.

“No, I shouldn’t be here. You all are going to be fine. Dustin and Eddie aren’t- I, I need to be with them.”

“You know more than we do.” Nancy piped in, “Go to him if it’s what you need.” You grabbed a spare handgun from Nancy, knowing that you likely wouldn’t need it but you might need it in case your powers were weakened.

“Good luck. We’ll see you on the other side.” Steve spoke as you ran back to the trailer. Within seconds of you starting your trek back, you heard it. Eddie’s guitar was sounding out over the air of creepy Hawkins, and soon the flock of bats were heading the same way as you.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” You muttered out. The bats were distracted by the real noise- all was going to plan, and you would likely travel unnoticed but you weren’t sold on why you were going back now. They had the out- they had the gate to go back through if anything went wrong. You groaned as you kept running, testing your endurance as you didn’t stop. If only you could’ve made it to them a few moments sooner so you could be with them as the bats would make their attack.

You made it to the trailer to see them attacking the outside, they were paying no attention to you at all. In fact, they were disappearing into the trailer. That was not part of the plan, at all. You observed, being careful to not make yourself noticed because you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself- but where were Dustin and Eddie?

You watched as the front door to Eddie’s trailer swung open, and he grabbed a bike and pedaled as fast as he could- the flock of bats trailing behind him.

“Eddie, NO!” You screamed after him, running through the woods watching as he faded away further and further. He didn’t hear you- he couldn’t over the loud thunder and the bats making their screeches.

You caught up to him, only it was a little too late. The bats were swarming him as he was trying to kill them off one by one, and in turn, he was being attacked by them- they were ripping at him. He fell to the ground by their ripping, and he was brought to the ground accepting his fate. You held your hand out and screamed, exerting every bit of strength you could muster to attack the bats. In pairs, they were ripped off of Eddie by an invisible force, your force, and you heard Eddie’s name being called behind you- Dustin was hobbling over to you. Suddenly, the bats crashed to the ground and you two ran over to his bleeding body. You felt your nose gushing blood but you didn’t care, you collapsed on the ground, grabbing Eddie’s semi-lifeless body in your hands.

“Eddie, you- you can’t do this. You can make it. Come on.” You were puzzled as to what caused the bats to suddenly collapse, but you’d figure that out later.

“I broke my promise.” He spit out, blood pouring out of his mouth and wounds. “Henderson, I didn’t run.”

“Dustin, we’ve gotta get him some help, help me grab him up.” The two of you helped drag him back to his trailer, and ended up getting him through the gate in the ceiling.

As you landed back through to Hawkins, your body collapsed on top of Eddie’s, crying and using the rest of what powers you had left to help try to heal his wounds, then everything went black.

-

“Easy there, easy there.” You heard Eddie’s voice the calmest you’d ever heard it as you opened your eyes. You recognized the room as one in Hopper and El’s house in the woods, as you’d spent many nights here yourself, hiding with her. The door was closed, but you could hear others outside of it.

“Wh-wh-” you tried lifting your head up but gave up and snuggled back into the pillow underneath your head.

“You uh, you saved me. Like, I almost died and you saved me.” Eddie was blushing as he held your hand gently. He was tracing the veins on your hand and staring down at it. “We don’t know how you did it, but you did.”

“Is El here?” You asked, feeling that she was.

“Not even a few seconds awake and you’re already asking for her. Yeah, she’s here. Want me to go grab her?” You grasped onto Eddie’s hand and shook your head no.

“No, I’d like to sit for a little bit before everyone comes in here.” Eddie wiped a clean rag below your nose, and when he pulled it back there was some dried blood on there.

“Like a faucet, that nose of yours.” You sat up, and he helped you lean against the headboard of the bed. “They’re all itching to come take over watch, but I told them can’t leave you.”

“Who’s they?”

“Literally everyone. Joyce, El, Steve, Mike, Will, Nancy, Robin, Dustin-”

“Is Dustin okay? He hurt his foot coming back for you- I could-”

“He’s fine, he got a brace put on it.”

“Already? How long have I been out for?”

“Just like, three, maybe four days. All of Hawkins is split in half. Well, into fours. They’re saying it was an earthquake, but we all know it’s not. When Vecna got Max, the fourth gate opened up and-”

“Got Max, is she okay?”

He hesitated, “she’s in the hospital. She hasn’t woken up yet.” A silent tear slipped out of your eye as Eddie kept on talking, “El’s been switching up her time between being here and the hospital. She’s got to go undercover when she goes there, but she thinks Max might be coming around, she’s in a coma. We probably won’t know for a while. We’re hiding out here- me and you. They still want me for murder, and we can’t take you to the hospital because they know more about you now.” You knew exactly who he was referring to when he said “they”.

“So, sorry, but you’re stuck with me.” Eddie let out a nervous laugh. “I know I’m not Steve or anything, but-”

“I’d rather be stuck with you. You’ve got the better hair anyways.” You made him blush and reached for one of his curls. He’d clearly bathed since the last 4 days, as his hair was soft and falling in place like it usually was- not coated in blood and dirt anymore. “So, did I like, heal everything on you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean, I’ve got some scars and some scabs but they wrapped me up, but I’ve got no internal bleeding or anything else seriously wrong from what they could tell. Thank you.” He pulled your hand to his lips again and pressed a slow, gentle kiss that gave you butterflies as his dark eyes met yours.

You didn’t know what your healing powers could fully do, but you were glad to know you had the ability.

“Ready to see anyone else?” You shook your head no again, feeling tired from being awake for just a few minutes.

“No, I’m tired and I know everyone will be overwhelming to me.” You could only imagine how everyone was going to be badgering you and asking if you’re okay, what happened, what did you need, etc. The care would be appreciated but you just weren’t quite ready.

“Here, drink some water, then you can lay back down, and we can hide in here a little longer.” Eddie handed you a bottle after he opened it, and you chugged half of it before handing it back to him. You scooted down in bed, and beckoned him to lay with you. “You sure?”

“Mhm. I don’t wanna be by myself.” He hesitated but climbed in with you, keeping a small distance between you two. You rolled onto your side and wrapped an arm around him, pulling yourself closer to him.

“This okay?” You asked his permission, and smiled into his clean shirt.

“Better than okay.” He put a hand on your head and started playing with your hair. “I think, I might like you.” He stumbled over his words.

Your cheeks burned, “I think I might like you too.”

“But don’t tell them out there. I gotta look like more of a badass than you.”

“You got a lot of catching up to do, Munson.” You gently squeezed his side as you felt your eyes closing.

“Believe me, I know.”

“And I think they might already be onto us. At least I know Robin is suspicious of me, I might not’ve been so smooth. I’ve kinda had a crush on you for a while.” You admitted to him.

“And poor Dustin’s had to listen to me talk his ear off about you for a few months too. We’ve got-”

He eagerly interrupted you, “Chemistry together, yeah I know. I didn’t even know you knew who I was.”

“How could I not? You’re so pretty, and sweet, but you’re spunky. I like that about you the most.”

“Just wait till I’m fully recharged, you won’t like that the most, I promise.” You felt him chuckle beneath you and you nuzzled into him a little more, his arm wrapped around your side and he started tracing shapes onto your soft shirt. “What happened to your jacket?” You asked, suddenly remembering you still had it on during the battle of the bats.

“We both almost died and you’re just worried about my jacket?” You nodded, “Well, it made it out just fine. Got it cleaned up and everything. Maybe if we ever are able to escape the cabin, I can take you out on a date and you can wear it, yeah?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You picked your head up to meet his eyes that were already staring back at you.

“I am if you’ll say yes. If you’re saying no, then I’m not asking you.”

“Tricky. Hmmmm.” You pretended to have to think about the answer to his question, trying to hide your excitement. “Once we’re outta here, I’ll go on a date with you.” You watched as his eyes lit up.

“Can’t wait.”

You rested your head back down on his chest, a huge grin hidden on your face, “I can’t either.”

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya��how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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[i-am-distressed]

JJK Boys getting accidentally flashed by their Girlfriend

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, and Sukuna

Warnings: Implied 'nudity' cause, y'know, getting flashed. Naoya + Sukuna, Yuta’s turned out very detailed and warning for his cause curses are gross, mentions of injuries/implied blood, Noritoshi’s is eXTREMEly self-indulgent, allusion to sex in Toji’s and Sukuna’s but nothing explicit or suggestive (obviously), you guys are married in Toji’s, Naoya’s and Sukuna’s. Kids in Naoya’s, cursing in Sukuna's but I 'censored' it :)

**I write Naoya and Sukuna with some necessary changes, please hold your judgement☺ These are long but give it a chance-**

Fushiguro Megumi:

Due to his job as a student/Jujutsu Sorcerer, Megumi was usually pretty tired when you guys got to hang out.

So, the first thing you guys typically did when you met up after school was nap for a good hour or two.

Which worked out well for both of you since he finally got some rest and you got cuddles and a chance to play with his hair.

On this particular afternoon, Megumi had basically crashed the minute he hit the bed, you not far behind to lay on his chest while he zonked out on his back.

It had been just about 2 hours when he woke up, one hand going up to rub his eyes while his other arm wrapped around you to hold you tight.

You smiled when you felt him moving, turning ever so slightly to give him a small peck on his shoulder.

He smiled and turned to look at you, only to see that while he was sleeping you had changed into a loose tank top. A loose tank top that had...shifted, to give your boyfriend a view you had not intended to give him.

He was so flustered he didn’t realize how red the tips of his ears had gotten and how wide his eyes had gotten, not to mention the fact he hadn’t said a word.

Thinking he had fallen back asleep, you looked up only to see your boyfriend seemingly stuck in time as he looked at something.

Following his gaze you gasped, rushing to fix your shirt.

That seemed to snap Megumi out of his daze, that and your non-menacing ‘pervert’ you muttered, it’s not like you really cared (you were more embarrassed than anything) but the opportunity to tease was much too good to pass up.

“I- hEy! It wasn’t on purpose! You’re the one that flashed me…”

“I don’t know Megumi...you were awfully quiet for awhile there, didn’t even warn me😔”

You may or may not have gotten hit with a pillow following that remark.

Itadori Yuji:

You and your boyfriend Yuji were celebrating your two year anniversary, and this year you had both decided on going to an amusement park!

It was a pretty hot day, and you’d be walking a lot so you decided on a cute loose t-shirt and shorts and some walking shoes.

You guys had just gotten on this rollercoaster, and from the looks of it this one was going to be fast.

The ticking as you went up the first and very tall hill did nothing to quell the excitement/fear you were feeling, and it also did nothing to keep you from taking your boyfriends hand in yours.

After that first drop, it wasn’t too bad! But it was definitely on the faster side.

You guys were almost done, the end was in sight.

You turned to ask Yuji what ride you should do next when one sharp turn caught you off guard and flipped your shirt up into your face.

Right when Yuji had just so happened to have turned to talk to you.

Trying to ignore the utter shame you felt you tried to fix your shirt, your boyfriend then leaned over you to stop anyone from getting a peak as the car pulled back to the start.

You felt so embarrassed after it, but when you tried to apologize he just shook his head, gave you a kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you off to the next ride.

Okkotsu Yuta:

**Unlike the others, this happened before the two of you started dating, you were still just really good friends**

You and Yuta had been sent out on a mission together.

You were a little nervous since it would be your first time going against a special grade, but you were confident you’d be able to do your part. Plus, having Yuta there was helpful in more ways than just his power.

The fight was a tough one, this curse you guys were fighting kept breaking the ground and shooting debris everywhere, it was easily blockable and it really wasn’t that dangerous.

But it did prove irritating.

Along with making tears everywhere in your jacket and skirt, you had been left with no choice but to kill the curse when it was up close and personal, so you were also covered in gross stuff.

To keep yourself from throwing up then and there, you unbuttoned your top and shrugged it off your shoulders, wincing at the cuts that had amassed during the fight.

You planned to quickly exchange it with the spare you kept in your bag, the debris had caused a bunch of dust which was acting like a curtain to shield your half-naked self from the eyes of the world.

But most importantly, from the eyes of your crush.

Unfortunately for you, your bag had gotten caught under a somewhat heavy piece of concrete.

Which would be no problem for you to lift if you hadn’t run through a fair amount of your cursed energy.

In your exhaustion, you must have made your struggle known with the grunts and obvious sounds of struggle you were making.

Yuta, who had a radar for you on anyway, heard this and started making his way over to you since he’s a considerate lad and you could be hurt!

You had just gotten it off the ground when it finally shifted enough for you to get your bag out, and you, being ever so coordinated, stumbled backwards.

Right into the open arms of Yuta, who immediately went red when he realized you were no longer wearing a shirt.

His jaw dropped as he tried to form a sentence, say something, anything to make sure you knew it was an accident.

Poor guy was so scared you thought he was a creep, he couldn’t look you in the eyes for almost 3 days.

That is until Maki locked you both in a room until one of you confessed💖

Kamo Noritoshi:

(This one may or may not be self-indulgent since I’m a clutz-)

You and Noritoshi had been sent to get something from the principal’s office by Utahime.

You were walking in front of him, paying little to no attention as to where you were walking as Noritoshi lost years off his life watching you stumble and almost trip.

So, okay, maybe you were a little bit clumsy, so what?

“Y/n, would you please be more careful? You’re going to fall.”

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend with an unimpressed look on your face, continuing to walk as he was even more on edge now that you definitely weren’t looking where you were going.

“Have a little faith in me, would you? I’m not that clumsy-” Just then, your foot caught a root perfectly, resulting in an untimely fall to the ground.

Which, thanks to years of falling face-first, you were more than prepared for.

Noritoshi, who felt his heart stop, quickly went to aid you, only to realize that your skirt had shifted with your fall, leaving you partly exposed to the world.

Partly exposed to him.

He quickly made his way to your side, helping you up as you laughed and dusted yourself off, noting the quietness of your boyfriend.

Usually when this happened, and he was quiet, you’d be in for a lecture.

But this time you noticed he was quiet...but he was also blushing.

You guys continued walking, you definitely weren’t complaining about not being told off, but you weren’t a fan of his silence. And...since when did Mr. Blood manipulation blush…?

“No lecture today?”

Noritoshi, who had been very deep in thought almost jumped at your voice, huffing as he tilted his head downward and picked up his pace a little.

“No tights today?”

You stopped at that because...he typically didn’t care what you wore, he was actually pretty laid-back except when it came to your safety.

“It’s August...so no?”

“Then i’d recommend you be a little more careful, had it been somebody else walking behind you, they would have seen something they shouldn’t have.” Your eyes narrowed at his words because...what was he talking about??

Sensing your confusion he turned towards you, eyes cracked open and a small smirk on his face. Leaning in close, he whispered.

“When you fell, your skirt lifted.”

And proceeded to walk ahead and into the principal’s office, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions with no idea how to process them.

Nanami Kento:

You were over at Nanami’s place, in his kitchen cooking dinner with him.

You guys didn’t get to have dates often, but thankfully you guys both had tonight free. And seeing as you both have been busy, a home-date sounded nice to both of you.

Nanami was working on opening a bottle of wine while you were fiddling with the stove top.

Nanami had recently moved into this apartment, and it was really nice. But the oven was much different from yours, so it was taking awhile for you to get used to it.

You had finally gotten it on and you put the frying pan on the burner to heat up.

You turned your back to it and leaned against the nearby counter, appreciating the view you had of your boyfriend’s back and biceps.

It was safe to say you were distracted.

So distracted, that you didn’t notice that the shirt you were wearing had been just close enough to the burner that it had caught on fire.

You felt your hip getting a little warm, so you looked down and gasped when you saw that you were literally catching on fire.

You scrambled to rip the shirt off you, throwing it in the thankfully empty sink as you turned the water on, successfully avoiding a major problem and any serious injuries.

Shaking your head, you turned to your lover with an apology ready on your lips, only when you met his eyes, he quickly turned around.

Clearing his throat, he returned to his previous task of cutting the vegetables while he instead nodded his head towards his room.

“You can wear one of my shirts, they’re in the second drawer.” You nodded and made your way into his room, shaking your head to try and rid yourself from any further embarrassment and cool down your overheating face and neck.

Little did you know, Nanami was trying to cool down the burning red on his own face, as well as trying to focus on the vegetables.

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this you two are married and you’re Megumi’s momma**

You guys had recently adopted a cat from a nearby shelter, Toji didn’t want a cat, but between the puppy eyes of not only his young son but his wife, he was never walking out of the shelter without one.

Only, you didn’t walk out with one, since the cat Megumi chose was a female, and pregnant.

So now you guys have 4 cats.

Your kittens were older now, just about 4 months. So you and Megumi would let them out during the day (supervised and with their momma of course) and bring them back in at night. Toji didn’t really care what you did with them since they made you both happy (and it kept you both occupied-).

Toji had come home from a particularly grueling day at work, his shoulders were stiff and he had a small headache, and all he really wanted was to drag you to the bed so he could sleep on top of you while you ran your fingers through his hair and he could finally get some decent sleep.

Does he get that? No.

What he does get is you and Megumi yelling up the tree in front of your house for “Cat! Come down from the tree!” ‘Cat’ was the name of the kitten you and Megumi had forced Toji to name since ‘he had to have one too’, even though it was really just so he had no choice but to let you two keep them all.

Sighing he walked over to you both, ruffling Megumi’s hair and giving you a kiss before he stuck his hands in his pockets and asked the question he didn’t want, or need, the answer to.

“*sigh* what happened?”

Frowning, you looked back to the tree and pointed, revealing the small kitten who had managed to get herself, or himself he couldn’t remember, stuck on one of the lower branches.

“Well, he’ll come down eventually.”

You smacked his arm as Megumi’s eyebrows pinched together, little arms crossing in front of his chest, “It’s a she, daddy. And she’s just a baby! You have to get her down!”

Groaning he brought a hand up to rub his eyes, “There’s no way i’m getting up that tree, I’m way too big, and daddy’s tired”

Pouting, Megumi stood in front of his dad (Let’s say Megumi is 3~), little hands tugging on his pants leg, a little “please daddy?” coming from his trembling lips.

“No, daddy’s right, he’s too old to get in the tree,” You smirked at the glare you got from your husband, “But, if daddy helps me, I can get in the tree.”

So, that’s how you ended up in a tree, gently handing ‘Cat’ down to your husband, who quickly passed her down to Megumi, and found yourself struggling to get down.

You and Megumi had been out and about earlier, and you were wearing a comfortable dress that day, so being in a tree was less than ideal.

With the promise of Toji catching you, you jumped, not expecting the wind to carry your dress, and unintentionally giving your husband a show. Luckily, your son was much more interested in the kitten.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly fixed your dress, your husband just laughed with a ‘nothin’ I haven’t seen before babe’ which was quickly followed by an ‘ow!’ when you smacked him. </3

Zen'in Naoya:

You and Naoya were preparing to have dinner together.

He was sat at the table, finishing up some paperwork while you finished up the food.

Your 2 children, your 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter, were also sat at the table. Your children both telling their father about their days while he listened. (I know he’s literally awful, but if I can pretend Toji isn’t an awful father, I can pretend Naoya isn’t an awful person✌😌)

“And then, Momma told the guy off! It was awesome daddy!” Naoya raised his eyebrow with the smallest hint of a smile tugging the corner of his lip up. “Oh? Did he start crying too?” You gave your husband ‘a look’ while you walked to the table, setting the first dish down on the table before you turned to get another.

Your son giggled, “Like a baby!” Naoya chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of water.

He couldn’t help but think back to your younger days, specifically the day the two of you met when you told him off, the day you changed him, and finally the day you made him cry as you walked towards him down the aisle.

“I bet, Your mother has a habit of making men cry.” You sternly called his name from the kitchen as he snickered, your kids breaking out into their own fits of giggles.

You walked back into the dining room carrying in the last dish, shaking your head as you lightly bumped him with your hip as you passed him, him lightly patting your butt as you walked by. “Stop feeding my kids lies.”

He just smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips, he was in the middle of taking a sip when you bent down to place the dish on the table, your shirt dipping low to the point your chest was on show, giving your husband an, albeit welcome, unintentional view.

Choking on his drink, he set the cup down in favor of beating his chest with his fist, you coming over to rub his back, your children looking over in confusion cause...what the heck dad, that was weird.

“What happened? Do I need to get you a sippy cup?” Glaring at you he was finally able to stop coughing, you patting his back as you went back to your seat and sat down.

You raised an eyebrow at him, since he had still yet to tell you why he had suddenly choked on his water. But it was then you noticed just how red his face was, and how low his gaze was.

Looking down and realizing your shirt had drifted down, you fixed it and smirked, struggling to hold in the laughs and snorts that were sure to explode out of you.

Even after almost a decade of marriage, it was good to know you could still make your husband blush like a teenage boy.

Geto Suguru:

You and Geto had gone out on a date!

It was a nicer place, so you were wearing a cute spaghetti strapped dress with some nice shoes, and he was wearing a button down with slacks (sleeves rolled up to his forearms of course🥵).

You had just finished dinner and were now on the walk home.

All night you had been paranoid about your dress, you had gotten it when you and a friend had gone thrift shopping. It was honestly in pretty good condition, the only problem was that the dress’ straps had a good amount of wear on them, so the straps weren’t really that great, and you could feel them loosening as the night went on.

BUT, you were going home now, so it really didn’t matter much anymore.

Geto was lightly swinging your hands between you both as you told him the recent drama you had learned at work.

You were holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand, and obviously Geto’s hand in the other, so your hands were occupied.

“You would not believe how messy that got. In case you ever think about cheating on me, just remember that man’s gonna be finding glitter in his car for at least a few decades.” Geto laughed as he shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his, “Good thing we don’t have to worry about that, I’m not dumb enough to cheat on my crazy girlfriend.” You made a ‘hmph’ sound and nodded, “Crazy for you~” and laughed when he shook his head.

You guys kept walking, discussing whatever topics came up.

You were almost home, so close to freedom. You called Geto’s name, about to tell him something you had remembered, when you both heard a faint *snap*.

Guided by the rush of cold air you felt hit your chest, you looked down and gasped, you would’ve been quicker to cover yourself except for the fact that both of your hands were occupied.

Working quickly because...you both were still in public, Geto let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, draping it around you and grabbing ahold of your hand when you were covered.

You apologized for flashing him and he shook his head, obviously it wasn’t your fault and it’s not like he was complaining.

Gojo Satoru:

Due to a particularly bad run in with a cursed spirit, your usual uniform was trashed, so you had to wear your backup uniform, which also ran small.

All day, you had been fighting with your skirt. It was too tight and too short, and was providing you with a substantial amount of stress.

It was lunch, you were half way through the school day, half a day away from going home and getting to wear your sweatpants.

“Oh Y/n~” Half a day from getting rid of the walking headache you called your co-worker.

Sighing, you stopped from where you were walking in the hallway, turning to face him you raised an eyebrow. “Yes Satoru?”

So, yes, you were ‘co-workers’ and yes, you were technically just friends.

But there was also a painful amount of mutual pining and tension that hung between you two.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the attitude? You’ve been like this all day, it’s gonna start hurting my feelings.” You grimaced as you once again adjusted your skirt, “Yeah, well, you’d be a little irritated if you had to keep fixing your skirt every 2 seconds.”

Gojo hummed, “I can imagine, so, care to join me for lunch?” You replied with a ‘sure’, and the two of you made your way to the teacher’s lounge, side by side.

You walked to the fridge and pulled out your lunch, Gojo not far behind you and you both did the necessary prep you needed for your food.

Gojo finished just barely before you, and was already sitting on one of the couches, happily digging into his food.

Once the microwave stopped you pulled your food out and started walking over to the couch.

You sat down, carefully, and began to eat your lunch.

Despite causing you mass amounts of pain and most likely a gray hair or 2, you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gojo, I mean, you were kinda in love with him.

“Ah, Satoru, Y/n, just the two I needed to see.” Gojo’s (likely inaccurate) account of his latest mission came to a pause when Principal Yaga walked in.

He had some information about a mission the 2 of you would be going on in 3 days. Apparently this one would be an undercover mission, and a few days.

During the conversation, Gojo (who tries to always have one of his six eyes on you at all times), had noticed your skirt riding up, and seeing as he liked you, the last thing he wanted was for you to embarrass yourself in front of you guys’s boss.

Keep in mind, it’s not like Gojo was having a great time either, you were sitting right in front of him, but it’s not like he could interrupt the principal and loudly announce you were about to expose yourself.

Thankfully, Kusakabe walked in at that moment, stealing just enough of his time for Gojo to catch your attention (like he didn’t already have it🙄) to mouth ‘Your skirt’ while he made a subtle tugging motion with his hand, going back to like nothing happened and stealing the attention of the men while you fixed your skirt.

That mission may or may not have preceded your first date with him.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and Sukuna would be going on a date tonight, and you had spent the last half hour or so getting ready.

Your hair and make up was done, you had showered earlier, and all you had left to do was get dressed.

You had gotten dressed in your underwear when your mom had called.

You didn’t get to speak to you often and it had been awhile since you had talked, so you spent a good amount of time catching up and filling each other in on the things you had missed.

It had been about 15 minutes, you were sitting down at your vanity, pants on but still no shirt (hey man, a distraction is a distraction, let me have this i’m tired-).

You were so caught up in your phone call you hadn’t noticed that Sukuna had walked into your shared apartment.

He called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He would’ve been more worried than irritated if he didn’t hear you talking on what he presumed to be the phone.

If he knew you weren’t ready yet, he would’ve knocked, but seeing as you were on the phone, the last thing he expected when he opened your bedroom door was to see you half-naked sitting on your vanity stool like this kind of thing was normal.

“Sh*t. Warn a guy, will you? I’m not complaining but you near gave me a heart attack.” You screeched as you almost threw your phone, apologizing to your mom, you glared at Sukuna as he gave you a look that tip-toed between amusement and bewilderment.

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen your-” You threw your pillow at him before he could finish his sentence, with your mom of all people listening to your conversation.

You two might have been married, but the last thing you needed was your mom pestering you about grandchildren again.

In case you’re wondering, he was laughing the whole time as you beat him with said pillow for saying those kind of things to your mother.

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

-

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

-

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

-

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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