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01zfan · 8 months ago

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housequake pt. 2 | j. sc

soccer player!sungchan x cheerleader!reader | 9k words

i kinda got carried away with leading up to the party...y'all know me i love to type a little too much. also sungchan wears mr. burberry cologne in this.

contains: smoking, partying, and drinking

housequake: during the party | after the party

after the police crashed shotaro’s party, everyone became paranoid. guest lists were kept small and big blowout parties turned into medium sized gatherings or calm kickbacks.

some people complained about it, how the looming authority of the cops took away the joy of being young. there was the constant fear of being busted, especially from the kids that were caught and given a warning by the cops. your team complained about it too. you found it odd that they complained about the small parties when a majority of it was spent outside, passing around substances. very few times did you actually see your team inside the houses of the party instead of the lawn. you never said this out loud because there was nothing your team hated more than being considered hypocrites. you preferred to tough the weather conditions rather than try to navigate sticky floors and loud music. atleast this way you could actually hear your teammates as they ran through topics of conversation while smoking cigarettes down to the butt.

speaking points of your little huddle changed each week. you had started referring to them as your debriefs of the week. some topics would be on a rotation, ever now and then there would be something so monumental that happened it would be brought up time and time again. when you were freshmen, it was when karina caught her ex red-handed with a former member of the cheerleading team. your huddle combed over every detail of the night, adding in things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but just gave you more to talk about. each time you thought you were done and then you’d hear an i just think it’s funny how before everyone dove back into the conversation

as of late, you and sungchan became one of the main topics of conversation. it started when you and ryujin successfully escaped from shotaro’s busted house party. you barely had time to look back at sungchan as ryujin pulled you out the room and down the stairs. even though it was inevitable a party of that size in a neighborhood that quiet would get busted, it was still scary. warnings from law enforcement evolved into tickets and in school suspension after a call home. you even heard a case of someone having to get picked up from the station. you saw that some of your classmates had already been made into examples. they sat lined up on the curb like ducks in handcuffs while officers wrote them tickets.

before you could walk out the front door right to the cops, ryujin grabbed your hand and pointed towards shotaro’s backyard. you looked at the cop coming through the front door and locking eyes with you before turning on the ball of your foot, running towards the sliding glass door. kids rushed beside you going in all different directions. you knew it wasn’t nearly as scary to get caught by the cops, but the haste of everyone else made adrenaline pump through your veins.

when ryujin said your only option was jumping the fence you wanted to tell her that your legs were still exhausted from what you were doing in shotaro’s room not even five minutes ago. you didn’t have time as you ran past your slow peers, or narrowly evading the cops that were in shotaro’s backyard trying to grab whoever they could.

ryujin let go of your hand to get over the fence, and you had little time to prep yourself before you leaped over it. you had to thank your career in cheer for helping you clear the fence with ease. you saw a few of your peers get stuck on the fence and that’s how they were caught. you felt like a criminal on the run when you swung your leg over the fence to cut through the yards of shotaros’ neighbors. a few had their lights on, yelling at the small crowd of teenagers as they ran from the police. you recognized a few faces of the people who were able to escape. eyes were focused and everyone ran at full speed trying to hold all their things as they ran from the sound of police sirens. all you could think about were the soles of your poor cheerleading shoes as you ran through garden beds and stone walkways.

you and ryujin kept running long after everyone around you stopped. the two of you didn’t slow down until you found an exit from the yard, emerging onto the street. ryujin grabbed your hand again and pointed at karina’s car. you don’t know how ryujin noticed the car that was parked underneath the streetlamp. the lights were off and you couldn’t see anyone in the car. it was almost ominous, seeing the single light shine down on the matte black vehicle.

you two jogged across the street, the sound of your cheer shoes hitting the road louder than the police sirens down the street. karina and chaeryeong’s seats shot up when ryujin pulled on the backdoor car handle.

by the time you made it to karina’s car your shoes were a mess. the pristine white was replaced with dirt and mud, and it looked like it was going to stain. you and ryujin were huffing in the backseat trying to catch your breath. karina wasted no time turning on her car to leave the area.

you didn’t catch your breath for another five minutes. just as you thought you were calming down, your mind took you back to your encounter with sungchan. you barely had time to comprehend what happened before being pulled away. with each breath you remembered the way sungchan puffed into your ear, or how he was moaning for you when he was close. when you closed your eyes to focus that only made things worse. you swear you could see the way sungchan looked at you seared into the back of your eyelids, or how he leaned his head back when he came on your thighs.

ryujin caught her breath before you did. when ryujin was able to speak again she wasted no time to tell the story of how a guy was able to get you to go upstairs. her side of the story was dramatized and exaggerated, but it made karina and chaeryeong’s eyes go wide nonetheless. you were still breathless as you shook your head to try and squash ryujin’s lies, but it was no use. karina’s interest was piqued as she tried to figure out who the man was.

karina looked at your expression for only a second in the rearview mirror before gasping out loud. karina was so shocked her car swerved on the road slightly and had to be corrected by chaeryeong putting panicked hands on the wheel. you had to remind yourself that karina did nothing but smoke tonight, she was the safest one to drive out of everybody. you could probably ask her how the other girls got home to avoid talking about the elephant in the car, but it was too late when karina whispered his name.

“sungchan?” karina said.

ryujin nodded her head and you stuck your head in your hands, suddenly too embarrassed to even think. you felt karina reach towards the backseat and hit your knee in exclamation.

“i. fucking. knew. it.” karina seethed after each hit

she was entirely too excited, mouth open in surprise as she laughed. karina and ryujin laughed together, waiting for your explanation. you shook your head and ryujin took matters into her own hands. ryujin recounts the story and karina nods her head excitedly, eyes on the road as she gathers in all the new information. chaeryeong corraborates the story, nodding along as ryujin tells karina.

“so i see chaeryeong getting chatted up by that girl on her team that is always hitting on her right? so i go over to her just for a second to bring her back with me because she looks uncomfortable as hell.” ryujin says.

“not true.” chaeryeong says unconvincingly.

you can practically hear ryujin roll her eyes as you look up from your hands. you see ryujin pointing her finger at you as karina steals glances by looking at her rearview mirror.

“before i can bring her back, i see this little player walking up the stairs,” karina gasps again and ryujin nods her head. “i see her walking up the stairs with sungchan. his hand is literally on her ass by the way.” ryujin says

“his hand was on my shoulder.” you say matter-of-factly.

karina looks to the rear view mirror to laugh at you.

“you don’t deny anything else?” karina asks.

her eyebrows are raised and the car fills up with giggles as you say nothing in response.

“i didn’t know you had it in you.” karina says.

“i didn’t know he had it in him.” you correct.

ryujin and karina exchange looks. chaeryeong freezes before turning to look at you in the backseat. you can feel ryujin turning to look at you too. everyone has an extremely confused look on their faces and you subconsciously match their expressions.

“wait. you guys fucked?” ryujin asks.

your eyes are wide as you nod. you thought they knew, but the playful atmosphere in the car changed almost immediately. your three friends are silent as they look to one another. you consider opening up the car door and barrel rolling into the road to get away from the conversation.

“this changes everything.” karina says.

the car is silent again and you see chaeryeong and ryujin nod their heads in agreement. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you try to understand what karina means.

“how?” you ask. “you and eunseok have fucked.” you turn your head to the side to look at ryujin and chaeryeong. "you two have fucked."

“well that’s different. we’ve been fooling around for awhile.” karina says.

“your dynamic with sungchan is so different too.” chaeryeong says.

you look at chaeryeong in amazement that she has so much to say and she shrugs at you to say sorry. you know she’s not wrong when ryujin and karina nod their heads in agreement.

“it’s gonna be so awkward.” ryujin says.

karina turns on her blinker to go into her neighborhood. you try to come up with a rebuttal or defense but you know it’s the truth.

“i know. it’s gonna be great.” karina says smiling.

ryujin and karina were right. the following monday at school you saw sungchan first, and your mind immediately went to shotaro’s party two days prior. you wondered if he thought about the night as much as you did or if he was as nervous to see you as you were to see him. you debated on walking into an empty classroom to avoid the situation all together, but it was too late. sungchan made direct eye contact with you while anton and eunseok walked next to him. you felt like all their eyes were on you, and you there was a sinking feeling. you imagined yourself becoming the subject of their locker room talk. so when they came closer to you in the hallway your hands tightened around you backpack straps and you looked down, continuing to walk. you completely missed sungchan smiling at you and his awkward little wave and the way he turned his head to look back at you.

anton and eunseok were confused seeing sungchan try to get your attention. they didn’t even think about the time at the party that sungchan was unaccounted for, or how shotaro blew up their groupchat talking about jizz on his towel.

“what was that all about?” eunseok asked.

sungchan shrugged his shoulders and readjusted his backpack.

“i thought she saw me.” sungchan said simply.

they didn’t ask him to explain further. eunseok and anton just continued to talk about the next soccer game and how they were going against their rivals. sungchan was barely present for the conversation, nodding his head to seem engaged.

it went on like this for the whole day, sungchan thinking about how you passed him by in the hallway without saying a single word. he thought about you and him in shotaro’s room, how embarrassed he was after the fact. sungchan started to think you were embarrassed of the situation too. his face started to feel hot and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking you weren’t satisfied with his performance. you could’ve easily lied to make sungchan feel better. he couldn’t stop himself from putting his head in his hands at the thought of him not being able to please you. sungchan had the habit of losing himself when chasing his pleasure, he was afraid it was to the point that you didn’t have any fun.

when you sat at your table for lunch all their eyes were on you. you looked to ryujin and karina, they avoided your eye contact, picking at food on their plate. you tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible, eating your food while the rest of the table stared at you. you took a bite, feeling all of their eyes burn holes into your skin. you look up from your plate innocently, eyes darting to all your teammates.

“what?” you ask.

everyone at the table groans at your benevolence.

“don’t even.” yunjin says.

“details. now.” ningning says.

you look at karina and ryujin. they shrug and immediately get defensive.

“you didn’t say we couldn’t say anything!” ryujin says.

you can’t bring yourself to talk about the situation in detail. your team settles for hearing your awkward encounter with sungchan this morning, how you two made eye contact and didn’t interact. your team becomes your active audience, cringing and giving sound effects to your story. some of them even turn to look at sungchan sitting at a table with his friends. he barely eats his food, pushing around his fruit with a fork.

“he’s looked like a lost puppy all day by the way.” chaeryeong says.

“i mean look at the poor guy.” yunjin says.

she hides a smile and you look over yunjin’s shoulder to look at sungchan. you can’t lie and say he doesn’t look downcast at his seat. he has always been the worst at hiding his emotions, you have seen frustration take over multiple times during the season. he’d visibly roll his eyes at the referee when a bad call was made, and you have seen him get defensive when his teammate was pushed down. but that fiery spirit you saw on the field was nothing like the man sitting at the table, stealing glances at you ever so often.

when sungchan looked up at the same time you did you both made eye contact. so lost in eachother’s own minds made both of your eyes go wide, embarrassed for some reason to show you were thinking about the other. you held eye contact for a beat too long, eyes darting to your food a little too quickly. your friends laid witness to the whole thing, most of them cringing.

the monday after the party and the party itself gave your team alot to talk about. so now each party they would subtly try to bring up sungchan, trying to see if there were any updates. it bothered them to no end that you would just smile and look down shyly before shaking your head. you were awful at keeping secrets so you simply chose to stay silent. they could see the heat in your cheeks and the way you bashfully shrugged your shoulders, but they didn’t ask you anymore questions.

they didn’t know that by the time the next party came around, you were seeing sungchan consistently. you saw him again nearly colliding with him in the library. it was an accident on your part but negligence on whoever it was that ran into you. you turned around, ready to give whoever it was the meanest look you could muster. but when you realized it was sungchan, the expression on your face changed to pure shock.

he was no better, getting ready to apologize profusely before his eyes went wide.

neither of you could figure out what to say. you didn’t know it would be so awful to hookup with people at parties and never speak to them again. as you stared at sungchan you were at a loss for words—you had to shake your head several times when you felt your eyes wondering. you tried to push past him quickly to give your groupchat another thing to cringe over. but before you could get away, sungchan called out to you. he reached out his hand as well, but he pulled it back to rest by his leg.

“can we talk?” sungchan asked

that talk led to both of you quietly confessing that you would like to continue seeing eachother. you both kept it a secret from your teams in an effort to keep the mess contained. so many instances of your two teams fooling around made you want to keep everything personal until you decided where the relationship was going to go.

after the first date you were inseparable. after the second date sungchan asked to be your boyfriend. after the third date sungchan started dropping hints that he wanted to tell the world you were his girlfriend. he started walking you to all of your classes even if they were on the other side of the campus and holding all of your things even if his hands were full. sungchan started dropping his things off in class a little earlier, just so he could lighten the load you had to carry. you adopted your own ways of doting on sungchan. your doting came in the form of notes in his locker on game days wishing him luck and grabbing his hand when you both were alone. it was simple signs of affection, but no matter what sungchan shyly put his hand down and started smiling uncontrollably.

by the time the next weekend party rolled around you were heavily involved with sungchan. you both found it humorous to sneak around behind your teammates backs, although you weren’t really trying to keep it a secret. you just liked playing dumb when your team would bring up you and sungchan.

when you sat outside of sungchan’s house with your huddle while they passed around their substances you couldn’t stop smiling. something about parties now were even more enjoyable than they were before. even when your group got mad at the fact that they had to move to the backyard to smoke you remained happy, quickly looking through each room for your man. he was constantly going to each room of his house making sure everything remained in tact.

sungchan knew he was a little bit too high strung to throw big gatherings like shotaro did. after his friend got busted the unspoken responsibility to throw house parties landed on sungchan’s shoulders. he hated the idea of strangers being in his parents house so he settled for a smaller guest list and a designated schedule for when the party was over. he also made his team agree to help clean any messes that were left when the party was over. sungchan was trying his best to not get the police called on him, so he was constantly monitoring the volume of people and the music. sungchan felt an unbelievable amount of stress pacing around his home. it was freezing outside but he sweat from the anxiety, and he couldn’t stop himself from putting people’s drinks on coasters. he decided he was never going to host anything like this ever again.

the only source of relief sungchan had from the night was seeing you. it was in quick snatches and in between moments of sungchan catching someone doing something they weren’t supposed to. at first your interactions were rushed. sungchan would only be able to grip your shoulders quickly before stopping someone from running into a framed picture hanging on the wall. he kissed your forehead quickly during another part in the night before stopping someone from going into his room. it wasn’t until the party was winding down that sungchan was actually able to flirt with you the way he wanted to.

it was ironic, the harder he tried to seem cool the more awkward he felt. when sungchan put his hands into his pockets to lean over you, he felt like an idiot. the only thing that kept sungchan going was the way you looked up at him, and nodded your head slowly anytime he asked you if you knew how pretty you were. right as sungchan would be getting into the feeling of it all, he would see another one of his guests about to do something that would get sungchan reprimanded by parents. he kissed your cheek before running off, giving you his saddest look.

you didn’t care if sungchan didn’t spend all night with you. you were having fun outside with your friends hearing them talk about whatever came to their minds outside. it seemed like this time was the only relief you got from your hectic school schedules and grueling practices.

just as your huddle started talking about you and sungchan, you saw him come into the backyard. he had a bottle of beer in his hand that was just for show as he nervously approached your group of girls.

“the party is about to end,” sungchan rubbed the back of his neck as your team looked at him unamused. they continued to smoke as sungchan got even more nervous. you smiled at the situation, kicking a rock around as sungchan tried to get in everyone’s good graces. “my parents are gonna be home in the morning.” sungchan said.

your team didn’t react besides karina who nodded to him. sungchan looked at you and smiled, bringing his hand that was awkwardly behind his back to wave at you. it was awkward and he did it for no reason, bringing the attention of your teammates to your interaction. you could feel their eyes drift from sungchan’s hand to yours as you smiled and waved back. sungchan stayed there for a moment with his eyes only on you before he remembered the presence of your teammates. he walked away after looking around your huddle, and slightly tripped while heading back to the door. you failed to hide your smile as your team teased you for the awkward interaction.

you spent the remainder of the party outside with your team, staring at the sliding glass door of sungchan’s house. the door in the kitchen led you right outside, where the main group of people resided. you saw more and more people clear the space as time passed. occasionally you would get a glance of sungchan instructing his team on where to clean up. sungchan would also sneak peaks outside where your team remained unmoving.

“looks like the party is over.” you say casually.

your attempt at sounding casual failed. the moment you finished your sentence your huddle turned towards you with wicked smiled on their faces.

“trying to be alone with sungchan?” karina asked.

“that’s why she’s trying to end the party early.” yunjin laughed.

instantly you shook your head and raised your hands in defense.

“i don’t know what you guys are talking about.” you say.

it was no use. you were teased the whole time while your group left through the gate in sungchan’s backyard. they only got louder when you said you were staying behind to help clean.

“you’ve never helped clean up after a party in your life.” ryujin said.

your whole team was laughing while you tried to make up an excuse. you didn’t hear the end of it until the door closed to karina’s car. even in the team groupchat they were talking about you. the moment karina’s car backed out of the driveway your phone’s ringer was going off. you were getting sent texts talking about the importance of safe sex and to report back about how good sungchan was at actual sex when you were done.

you were defending yourself over text while walking back into sungchan’s house through the back door. the same kitchen table that was covered in spilled drinks and bottles of hard liquor was completely clean. the whole house seemed to be clean now with the help of the soccer team. they had stayed behind too, walking through sungchan’s place with bags and cleaning gloves on checking for spills or leftover trash.

you leaned against the table in sungchan’s kitchen waiting to see him again. his teammates passed by you, getting ready to tell you it was time to go home before realizing who you were. when they saw your face, they would nod politely before walking off to continue cleaning. you tried not to think too much of it, maybe they thought you were waiting for your teammates that were long gone.

sungchan was checking each room of his home trying not to seem frantic. he started at the very top, peaking into the empty room of his parents and then walking down the hallway to check his. when he saw that all of the upstairs was empty, he was happy that there were no stragglers. but when sungchan checked the downstairs living room and the guest room he felt himself begin to panic. he started to think that it was only him, his teammates, and leftover partygoers in his big house. sungchan started swinging open doors without knocking, only muttering a sorry to his teammate in the bathroom before continuing to check the rooms. sungchan almost ran past you to look outside before stopping in his tracks.

you looked up from your phone to see sungchan in the entryway of his dining room. you were still leaning on the table looking up to your boyfriend from something unimportant on your device. you took in sungchan’s frazzled appearance and the way he was slightly out of breath from running around his house. he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the strands from his face. he cleared the singular step that took him down into the kitchen with ease and walked towards you.

“you had fun?” sungchan asks.

sungchan’s perfume gets to you before his hand does. when he leans forward you smell the cleanliness of sandalwood and a hint of spearmint before the warmth and comfort of nutmeg and cardamom fills your nose. the woody cleanliness of sungchan makes you the drunkest you’ve ever been, it almost makes you fall off the counter you lean on. you’re drawn closer to him, and feel him everywhere before he even touches you.

sungchan brings a gentle hand rests on top of yours as he leans his body closer to you. he’s is at an awkward angle, almost like he is trying to stop himself from invading too much of your personal space. you look down at the shirt he managed to keep clean all night. the baby blue polo for your school uniform it’s too formal for a house party, but the collar looks perfect to grab. you have to fight to stop yourself from closing the space between the two of you. your mind drifts to the image of how the fabric would look wrinkled between your clutched fingers.

sungchan’s hand that doesn’t rest on top of yours goes underneath your chin to push your gaze upwards. you let your eyes connect with him, and your hands have to grip tighter to the edge of the counter. if anyone else was in the room they no longer mattered—only you and sungchan existed in the space of his kitchen.

“it was alot of fun.” you said.

“it wasn’t as big as taro’s parties.” sungchan said.

you shrugged your shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant. you felt like you were going to snap off the edge of sungchan’s counter with the force of your grip.

“i like smaller parties. they’re calmer.” you say.

sungchan nods in agreement. you see hie body pause for a second before he lets his hand rest on the edge of the counter next to yours. you quickly try to loosen your grip, but you see sungchan hold the edge until his knuckles turn white. it becomes harder to remain calm as sungchan’s eyes get softer. he still refuses to come closer into your space. it's almost torture having him close enough to smell but too far to touch casually.

“i barely got to see you.” you continue.

sungchan nods again. he surprises you by coming in a little closer, his hand underneath your chin brings you to him. you use your hands on the counter to move your body towards his.

when someone clears their throat in the kitchen you both jolt. sungchan’s hand immediately drops from your face and you turn your head away from whoever made the noise. you look outside the window of sungchan's kitchen, looking at the empty yard where you oncee stood. sungchan lets go of the counter to stand upright. he clears his throat too, and you can hear him scratching his head.

“we need help finding more bags.” you heard a voice awkwardly say.

“i showed you where already.” sungchan said.

“i forgot.” he says simply.

you let a tiny laugh escape you and sungchan shakes his head. when the person turns to leave the kitchen you look and see that it’s sohee. he sat next to you in your home economics class last year. now you would have to avoid him for the next couple days. sohee turned around for a moment and you could almost feel sungchan next to you trying to inconspicuously shoo him away. sohee looked lost for just a moment, looking around where to go before walking out of sight.

sungchan’s hands that were in the air suddenly moved to his hair to adjust the strands. he looked at you again before swallowing his nerves.

“go upstairs and wait for me?” sungchan asked.

he left the question in the air to let you decide what you wanted to do. his teeth were showing by the time he was done talking, an awkward smiling playing on his lips. you remain straight faced, the only expression showing in your eyes.

“is it going to be just us?” you ask.

you looked past sungchan to his mostly vacant home. the only evidence of a party that remained were the stragglers and the sparse messes on the floors. you saw crumpled red solo cups and occasionally your foot would step in something sticky. your team is long gone. they seemed to have disappeared after you told ryujin your plans, and you’re sure ryujin told everyone else.

sungchan plays with the short sleeve of your shirt, thumbing the hem so he can touch your bare arm. his hand travels up from the fabric until he reaches your face. he used his thumb to stroke the apples of your cheeks. his eyes focus on the way your skin moves underneath the light pressure of his thumb when he speaks.

“just us. i’ll put people on the street if i have to.” sungchan says.

you laugh and put your hand on his, moving it away from your face. his eyes snap back to yours, looking to see if you had changed your mind. you try to seem facetious, like you have something in store for him when you get him alone.

“your room is on the right up the stairs?” you ask innocently.

you start heading the correct way when sungchan nods quickly. he stays there for a moment, just to make sure you’re heading towards the stairs. he peaks over his shoulder to see the person that he almost got out the house settled back on his couch. sungchan starts backing towards the person on his couch as you walk towards the stairs. you turn your back but you can hear sungchan call out to you from the living room.

“i’ll be up there soon.” he says excitedly.

when you get to the base of sungchan’s stairs, the way up is daunting. you believe going up shotaro’s stairs were easier, even if his stairs were bare and had to carpet to help traction your feet. shotaro’s stairs had people shoulder to shoulder, not giving you the chance to be alone even if you wanted to. but up sungchan’s stairs—thirteen to be exact—was his empty room waiting for you. you tried to not trip on the even steps, and tried to seem as relaxed as possible incase sungchan had turned around to check that you went into the correct room. your posture is straightened as you try to make yourself seem calm and collected, and your hand grips the railing with a white knuckle.

you somehow make it up, and immediately make a beeline for sungchan’s room. you waste no time closing the door behind you, trying to give yourself as much time as possible to relax. you pace around sungchan’s room in the same timid path to try not and disrupt anything. you look at his desk and his chair that has his backpack hanging on the back. you turn on his lamp and look at the papers he has laid out.

when you feel like you have looked for too long, you walk to his dresser to read the trophies and medals that rest on top. they’re dusty, some of them newer than others but they all say the same thing. when you get tired of that you move to sungchan’s black bedside table. you debate on opening the tiny drawer, just to take a peak at what’s inside. when the temptation becomes to strong, you walk around the foot of sungchan’s bed to go to the other side. you study the photos and posters on his wall, slowly making your way across his room. at the very end, the closest spot to his bed you see the black and white photobooth pictures you took on your second date. you smile looking at the four photos on top of eachother. only in the first and last one does sungchan actually look at the camera; the two in the middle he spent locked on the expressions you made for the memories. you still remember having to manually move his head to take the last photo.

you were leaning in close to the photos when you heard the door open. your mind was preoccupied by snooping around sungchan’s room that you almost forgot why you were in here. the fleeting idea of stripping down to your undergarments and waiting on his bed for him posed all provocatively crossed your mind. the idea left your mind almost as soon as you realized you couldn’t look at sungchan’s bed without your stomach doing flips. it was too late anyway sungchan was in the room with you and you turned from the photos on his wall like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

sungchan enters his room hesitating. he stands in the open doorframe, to let the light from his hallway spill in. he debates with himself quietly, before using his back to gently close the door. when it’s just the two of you in the room the atmosphere changes. you watch sungchan’s every move as he comes further into the bedroom. he messes with something on his desk before coming around the foot of his bed to get closer to you. this is different from the anonymity of being in shotaro’s room. you are looking at the memories and snapshots of sungchan’s life while the possibilities of how your night is going to go hangs in the air.

sungchan sits on the edge of the bed and gently taps the space beside him. the invitation is timid, almost as timid as your shy steps towards him. the springs of his mattress give underneath your weight, and the dip caused by sungchan's body causes you to get slide closer to him. you can feel sungchan prop a hand behind your body as he leans back slightly. you let yourself lean on his arm, and sungchan flexes to give your body something more stable. he points to the photo booth pictures that are tacked to his wall with the hand that isn’t behind you.

“those are my favorite photos of us.” he says.

you hum in agreement, and let your body lean further into sungchan’s.

“that was a good day.” you say.

for a moment, you and sungchan stay like that, sitting on the edge of his bed while looking at the photos. the silence is comfortable, both of you leaning further and further into one another. you can feel the tension in the room go up as sungchan moves the hand behind you to wrap around your waist. it's slow, first picking at the belt loop of your jeans before going underneath the bottom of your shirt. his hand is warm against your waist, and you scoot closer to him. you can't get any closer without going to sungchan's lap, you only move to show him his touches are invited. you continue to breathe in sungchan, trying to calm your heart by looking at the photos on his wall.

“is everyone gone?” you ask.

“eunseok just left to drop off anton,” sungchan moves his hand to rest on your thigh that’s closest to him. “it’s just us.” sungchan says.

you finally get the courage to turn your head. you look at sungchan, your own face reflected in his eyes as he gets closer and closer to you.

both you and sungchan close your eyes at the same time before the kiss. it’s slow only a gentle peck to figure out what the other wants. too deliberate and overthought on both ends, completely different from the first time. you almost pull back as doubt creeps in but sungchan pushes forward to keep your lips connected. he’s quick, and his lips linger longer. you relax into sungchan as he sets the rhythm.

once you find a steady pace you both become more and more desperate. your hands touch various places on sungchan’s arm to find a good grip and sungchan’s hand goes underneath your chin to slightly push your head up. his other hand that wraps around your waist pulls at your sides underneath your shirt.

sungchan’s kisses falter, an offering for you to take the lead. you do it without hesitation—one hand reaches behind his back to the nape of his neck and the other clutches his shoulder. you tilt your head and sungchan mirrors your movement, giving you all the access you need. you both become starved, needing more and more with each kiss. the obvious doesn’t have to be said as you two dive into one another. both of your hands move to sungchan’s face to pull him in closer. he responds by getting off the bed and gets in front of you. your lips never separate as sungchan lets you suck on his face.

he’s a good teammate on and off the field, letting you kiss him until you tucker yourself out. when you pull away to catch your breath sungchan goes to your neck, bending even closer to lightly suck and nip at your skin. you clutch the sides of his polo shirt in your hands at the sensation. his plush lips tickle your neck, and the way his large hand tilts your head to the side makes you sigh contently.

you let your body fall back on the bed and sungchan kisses your neck all the way down. you can feel the electricity and sungchan can feel it too. you're already squirming, strong hands on his shoulder keeps sungchan in place. his dick presses against his pants, and he exerts all of his self control to hold himself back. you look so good underneath his body, and he breaks his no outside clothes on the bed rule to prop one of his knees beside your thighs. your hands continue to mess with his shirt, pushing it up to reveal his toned body. you arch off the bed, needing to feel his body against yours.

sungchan is suddenly upright, using quick hands to unbutton his polo. it’s over his head while you come from your daze. you start working on your own shirt, your fidgety hands fail you. sungchan is there to help you the rest of the way even though his hands shake the same.

when you are in your bra he kisses you back down onto the bed. his lips are on yours when you feel for the button on his jeans, clumsily undoing them as you try to keep up with his kisses.

“so pretty.” sungchan says breathlessly.

he started working at getting your pants off. having to lift your hips in the air is awkward, but it helps you push yourself further onto the bed. only your feet are over the edge when you’re left in your under garments. sungchan takes off his pants beside the bed. he adjusts the light setting on his lamp, changing it to a dim setting that still allows him to be visible.

”is having the light on okay?” sungchan looks to you quickly. “i want to see you.”

you shift slightly on the bed as you nod. sungchan’s eyes wander all over your body, staying on the parts of you he couldn’t see in the darkness of shotaro’s room.

he comes back to your slowly on the bed, his knees going to either side of you. he looms over you, bringing your face in for another kiss. this time it’s sungchan sucking on your lips, trailing down until he’s kissing your collarbones.

“can i touch you?” he asks.

his voice is raspy and low. you can feel the thrill shoot up your spine and the heat in the pit of your stomach intensifies.

“please.” you say.

sungchan wastes no time gripping your chest. he moves down your body slightly to place kisses on the exposed skin and to look at your expressions. he presses the pads of his fingers into your pillowy skin, fixated on the way it spills between his fingers. when his lips graze your sensitive areola you lift your leg that's between his. you can feel his hard dick press into your leg and sungchan sighs. when he purposely presses his dick against your thigh you can feel all of him, heavy and hard underneath his briefs. you sigh contently, and quietly moan when his kisses get wetter. sungchan doesn’t try to take off your bra, instead he pushes it down until your chest is completely exposed.

when he looks up to you again you nod, and your hand goes to his hair. you pet his head and arch your back into sungchan’s mouth and he doesn't hesitate to take you into his mouth. you can’t maintain eye contact when he looks up at you with glossy eyes, almost like he's waiting for approval. you lean your head back into the mattress, hoping that the way you pet his head tells him how good you feel.

sungchan starts moving your body until your head is resting on his pillows. when he’s not sucking on one breast he rolls your nipples between his fingers. you whimper when he pinches a little harder, and you can feel his smile against your wet skin.

sungchan drags his tongue across your chest until he latches on your other nipple. the cold air in sungchan’s room leaves the sensitive bud hardening, and the stimulation leaves you a squirming mess. you are only temporarily sated when sungchan’s fingers push underneath the waistband of your panties.

“so wet.” sungchan says quietly.

you only whine in response, and your legs close around sungchan’s hand. he smiles when he sees your swollen lip caught between your teeth and your hand fisting the sheets on his bed. your legs give sungchan’s hand no resistance when he separates them at the knee. he swipes his finger down your folds while he looks up at you.

“can you?” you ask.

sungchan nods before sliding a finger in. your body trembles. when he puts in two fingers you grab him and pull him close, pressing his face the soft skin of your stomach.

“i can barely fit two fingers” sungchan says.

he’s amazed when you start lifting your hips slightly. sungchan looks up to you and purposely locks his hand in place to see what you will do. when your stomach starts tightening so you can fuck yourself on his fingers, sungchan's eyes go wide. when you hiss each time his fingers go all the way inside of you, his dick twitches in his briefs. when you have to shake your head after sungchan tries to scissor his fingers, he has to focus on something else in his room.

“you’re perfect.” sungchan says out of breath.

he keeps his fingers in place, looking down at you as you slowly bring your hips up. your knees come together, and your grip on his sheets turns your knuckles white. when you start shaking sungchan has to pull his fingers out. he kisses away your whines when you start reaching for the waistband of his briefs.

sungchan looks down at your hand on his waistband and considers something for a moment.

“i could barely fit two fingers.” sungchan says.

“we can try,” you begin to pout and reach for your own waistband. “please?” you ask.

sungchan folds immediately, getting off his bed to look in his bedside drawer. you take the time to strip yourself, unclasping your bra and taking off your panties. sungchan looks around his drawer faster before finding what he’s looking for.

“i have these this time.” sungchan smiles.

you look and see the line of foil packets in sungchan’s hand. there’s atleast five, none of them have been separated yet. your eyes go wide and sungchan’s eyes go wide too. his cheeks become rosy as he holds out his hands defensively.

“i don’t plan on using all of them or anything. just extra just in case.” he says.

sungchan’s words come out rushed and you can’t help but smile. you slowly come to the edge of the bed yourself, letting your legs fall over the edge as sungchan slots himself between them. you snap at his waistband and look up to him. he ineptly detaches a single condom from the foil line, tearing it open quickly. you get back onto the bed as sungchan pushes down his underwear. you only let yourself look for a second to watch him slide the condom on his length. you look away and settle yourself in between the pillows, trying to find a comfortable position as sungchan clambers onto his bed.

you lay down as sungchan hovers above you, propped on an elbow as he looks down between the two of you. the anticipation is almost blinding as he looks to you for reassurance.

your eyes are closed underneath sungchan, and he kisses your lids to get you to look at him. you look to him for comfort, and his hand touching your face soothes you.

“tell me if it’s too much.” sungchan says.

you nod and crane your neck to kiss his lips. he kisses you back, and continues to kiss you as he lets his tip prod at your entrance. sungchan keeps his kisses constant, pressing lips to your open mouth. sungchan lips move all along your face as he goes further and further. when your walls clamp around him he can’t go any further without resistance. your sounds had graduated from whispers to moans when sungchan has to stop.

“you’re so tight.” he hisses.

“it’s alot.” you whimper.

sungchan stills inside of you and you bring your legs up to bend at the knee. spreading helps open your hips more, but an almost pained expression flashes against sungchan's face.

“should i pull out?” sungchan voice shakes.

“no,” you shake your head a little too quickly. “just go slow.” you say.

sungchan nods and kisses your forehead. he goes at an even slower pace. so slow that you can feel him everywhere—by the time sungchan’s hips kiss yours you’re consuming all of him. the way his hair shakes in the space between the two of you, his hand gripping your hip and his lips on your cheek. he pulls away only to go to the crook of your neck.

“you’re soooo tight.” sungchan rasps into your ear.

the way sungchan emphasizes almost makes you apologize. when you spread further to try and give him space he winces and holds your hips tighter.

"fuck. oh my god."

sungchan’s voice is almost whining in the skin of your neck. you let your hands go to his back, trying to find a comfortable position. you press on his back, and sungchan looks up from your neck to kiss your jaw.

“can i move?” sungchan asks tensely.

you tell him yes, and when he pulls out to slide in just as slow you move your hips up to meet him the rest of the way. sungchan sighs and you do too. you don’t know how you didn’t ask him to fuck you then and there in shotaro’s room all that time ago.

“it's like a perfect fit.” sungchan looks at you when he slides in a little faster.

“please don’t stop.” you whine.

“i don’t wanna,” you accidentally squeeze around sungchan’s length. “oh my god.” he says.

when sungchan kisses your lips again, you flex your abs to purposely clamp your walls around sungchan’s dick. you fail a few times, but when sungchan’s kisses falter you know you’re doing it right. you look to sungchan’s eyes and he looks down at you. his eyes are wide and blown out. he turns his head slightly when you keep squeezing around him, and you lift your hips to increase his pace.

“too much.” sungchan whines.

sungchan usually wasn't the one too back down from a challenge. that's why he was the leader of his team and why he was so good at his sport. when faced with a challenge he was able to find a way around it. he thought that breathing and focusing on anything else would keep him there with you. as he continud to slide in and out, he focused on his breathing, the way your face was contorting in pleasure trying to take all of him. the excitement that hung heavy off of him was bearable until the look in your eyes changed and sungchan felt your walls clamp his dick. almost too fast his hips stuttered and yours picked up their pace. his grip on your waist was useless as it loosened and he was pulled in close by you. the thrill he kept at bay shot up his spine and rang in his head.

sungchan moaned into your mouth when he came undone. it was desperate and quick, arguably even ruined as he started rutting into helplessly. his moans turned into whines while he released into the condom. feeling his climax brought you closer to your own peak, but you could feel yourself coming down when his sweaty body slumped on top of yours.

only a moment passes before his head shoots up from your chest, looking you in the eye. they’re no longer glazed with concern, only wide and blown out as he maintains eye contact.

sungchan said nothing when he stood up on his knees. your body can’t be cooled by the sweat when you feel his hands press to the back of your thighs. you moan at his strength, how he’s bending you in a new way. this sungchan is nothing like the whimpering mess that was panting against the skin of your neck before. this wasn't the sungchan that came on your cheer skirt almost untouched. this is the sungchan that has your knees pressed to your chest and watches his dick glide in and out of your pussy.

“feels good?” he asked, looking up to you.

“faster.” you whined.

”you got it” sungchan smiled.

sungchan went harder and faster, fucking you into his mattress. later down the line, once you got used to him, sungchan will coo at you teasingly as your responses came out jumbled messes. he would have to prove to you how possessive he really was, how the thought of anyone else seeing you like this made his skin crawl. without saying anything, sungchan could see you understood. he could tell by the way you looked at the shaking medals that hung above his bed while his headboard make contact with the wall. he could see your frantic hand trying to find something to steady yourself, first grabbing at the sheets before digging your nails into his arm. sungchan moaned, only using the pain as motivation to fuck you faster.

you could feel his strength behind each thrust and the hold on your thighs. the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out your moans. sungchan heard you perfectly when you moaned about being close. looked away from your face to look where your hips met. he used only one hand to keep your thighs in place and used the other to whirl his finger on your clit. your other hand rested on top sungchan’s hand that kept your thighs in place. sungchan looked to your face again and clasped his hand over yours. both of you worked together to keep your thighs in place while sungchan kept his pace.

“cum for me baby.” sungchan said.

the way sungchan spoke to you had you coming undone. he was tender but set on his mission. he gave you all you needed to seize around his dick and cry out. by habit you let your moans be muffled by your arm. sungchan’s hand was quick in letting go of your thighs, forcing you to hold them in place while his hand moved your face to his. he swallowed your moans and cries while continuing to fuck you, only stopping when they fizzed off into weak whimpers.

the two of your stayed in that position, sungchan’s body pushed against your thighs, and you suddenly started noticing the position wasn’t comfortable. you let your suddenly tired legs down, and they slid on the covers until laid flat. sungchan’s exertion seemed to catch up to him too. he was huffing to catch his breath mirroring your hiss when he slid out to continue laying on top of you. when sungchan’s body became too heavy on top of you, you gently pressed at his shoulder. sungchan’s body stiffened and he looked up to you.

“i’m sorry.” he apologized quickly while rolling off your body.

you two laid on his bed in silence while trying to catch your breath. you could feel sungchan occasionally turning towards you.

“was that too much?” sungchan asked.

when you turned towards him sungchan looked worried. if you had any strength left in your body you would’ve laid on top of him and press lazy kisses to his face to thank him. but you had to regain your energy to ask for another round.

“that was perfect.” you say honestly.

sungchan’s worried expression is replaced with a smile. he already is back to normal, pinching your cheek before leaning over and kissing your forehead.

“you should go to the bathroom,” sungchan pulls away from your forehead. “always pee after sex.”

he gets off his bed to tie the condom off, stretching his back until it pops and comes to your side. you are barely able to prop yourself up on your elbows as sungchan goes into his dresser. he pulls out boxers for you and a large shirt, setting it beside you.

you nod and sigh in pain as you bring your legs over the edge of the bed. you playfully hit sungchan’s leg when you see him puff out his chest in pride.

“are you gonna tell your friends how i get down?” sungchan teases.

“shut up before i make you carry me.” you say.

#01zfan: sungchan #seriez: housequake #sungchan smut #riize smut

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copperbadge · 7 months ago

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Lately, it's felt like every time I've started to work on writing, I'll just be getting into the rhythm of it when I get interrupted, either by work or the cats or because the time I'd booked in the library study room is up (you can only do two hours at a time, and only four hours a week total). It was getting to the point where I kept re-reading the same chapter or so of previous work but never managing to add to it.

So I tried an experiment this past weekend -- I found a really cheap rate on a local hotel room, and on Friday I took an overnight bag and a very old laptop with limited processing power and checked into a room about a mile from home for a quasi "staycation". I unpacked and had a quiet night on Friday, as prelude to working Saturday-Sunday. The idea was to write uninterrupted by other people, pets, the presence of all my Stuff around me at home, et cetera.

I had snacks but I also bought meals out, which was nice; I don't often order in or buy out when I'm at home. The way I set up was that I would do fifty minutes of writing with do-not-disturb engaged on my phone and then ten minutes of checking email, texts, etc. since often what pulls me out of writing is a text or an email that needs answering, or the anxiety that I'm missing one that would. If I set it so that every hour I check, well, nobody's going to die if something doesn't get answered in an hour, so the anxiety isn't there, and neither is the distraction. (I found a nice app for this, review later depending on how functional it continues to be for me, but it's a like $4 app called Forest.)

It worked pretty well -- writing for an uninterrupted hour, as long as I know what I'm working on, is very functional for me. I average about two thousand words, that way, though there is a limit to the number of hours I can put in. I ended up doing two hours in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, then switched from fiction writing to clearing out my tumblr drafts and some correspondence for the fourth hour. So it went something like

Go out and get breakfast, bring back and eat in room

Change into lounging clothes and do two one-hour sessions

Go out and get lunch, eat lunch out

Bit of a rest break back in the room

Two one-hour sessions, one of writing; when tired, switch to something that requires less creativity

Go out and get dinner, bring back and eat in room

And then in the evening the plan was to watch movies or catch up on reading, but I ended up being mentally weary, so instead I did some simple tarot reading. It was less divination or even meditation than just messing around, keeping the creativity stimulated; I did a couple of Creative Writing spreads, some very brief divination spreads (I nicked a nice three-card spread here that I mentally call He To Hecuba, and just used it in general rather than for a specific question) and then invented a spread when I was starting to get irritated that the same like, five cards kept coming up, more on this in its own post.

Sunday I did one more writing session but it was less successful, I think partly because what I was writing required a lot of research and partly because the previous day I'd dumped eight thousand words into the file. (Research took longer because I brought the most garbage laptop known to man, and the browsers crash if you try to open Google Maps, but in other ways it was ideal since there wasn't much I could do on it other than write.) But I had a good breakfast, got some rest, packed up easily enough, and headed home just ahead of the rain storm.

I don't think it's something I'll be able to do in that format especially often, since the deal I got on the hotel was an anomaly and Chicago lodging, even just AirBNB stuff, is stupid expensive. But in addition to helping get some work done it was a nice break, so I'm going to look into ways I could swing it on a perhaps monthly basis, or some other way to cheaply spend an entire day alone with decent access to a bathroom/snacks and a way to come and go easily. I've looked into coworking spaces before but they tend to be prohibitively expensive and don't really have the setup I'd prefer; there's a hostel on the north side with private rooms that I might try out but it doesn't seem significantly cheaper than a hotel. I might just have to pick one weekend a month and watch last-minute hotel price cuts where they simply want to fill a room for a day or two.

Anyway, functionally I wrote almost a fifth of a novel this weekend, and one that I wasn't feeling super on fire about; I'm feeling much better about it now that I've got some established plot going and I feel like I "know" the newer characters a bit better. (Also I'm enjoying writing Simon as someone who is absolutely entranced by his love interest and clueless that what he's feeling isn't mild antipathy because they met while fighting over ricotta.) So it was a big help, although if I were to put a budget line item in the Extribulum Press ledger for "writing staycation" it would wipe out my royalties surplus very quickly.

#writing #shivadhverse

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mrs-takami-keigo · 6 months ago

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Motivation

Main Pairing: Hawks/Fem!Reader

Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

Genre: Smut, just pure Smut

Words: 2.2K

Sweat trickled down your body as heavy breaths came out of your slightly parted lips, chest falling with each deep exhale. The gym was stifling; suffocating even if all that covered your body was a sports bra and biker shorts. You could feel your mouth get dry with each shaky breath. Dropping your stance, you walked to the bench behind where the black duffle bag you brought sat grabbing your bottle of water.

“I see you started without me chickadee.” With the bottle still attached to your parched lips you looked at the male that just entered the room, nearly spitting the water back out. Hawks was finishing his hand wraps, pulling the last tiny piece with his teeth, all the while staring at you with those brilliant golden flecked eyes. The rate of your heart quickened and your knees became weak, as he kept walking closer. His attire was simple, wearing sneakers and a pair of basketball shorts that hung almost too low on his hips and a tank top that showed off the lean definition of muscles on his arms.

“Hello, is anyone home?” The feeling of his knuckles knocking on the side of your head was enough to bring you back out of the daze.

“HA HA you’re very funny Hawks, what took you so long anyway? I’ve been here for about forty-five minutes.” Putting the water bottle back in your bag, you fixed your own hand wraps seeing as how they came loose while you worked on the punching bag.

“Would you believe it if I said there was traffic?” Hawks pushed his shoulders up, cocking his head to the left showing you his signature smirk.

“I would if we lived with flying cars, birdman, now give me fifty push-ups since you want to be such a smart ass.” Pushing his shoulder as you walked past him laughing at the annoyed face he made. Hawks had known you were going to come to the gym at the agency and asked you to help him with some boxing training. The both of you knew he could brush up on some combat skills seeing as his wings could only do so much for him in a fight.

By the time you were done with his warm up you could tell he was ready to call it quits. You were sure he was ready to walk out on you when he had to do battle ropes. After counting his last sit up, you bounced up from the floor standing in front of him, your hand reaching out,

“Come on, let's spar!”

He watched you in disbelief, “You have literally pulled every ounce of energy out of me and now you want to practice hand to hand?” His rough hand grabbed yours as you pulled him to his feet but little did you know he was going to use his wings to help give himself a boost. With your own strength and his wings, it was as if he weighed nothing making him crash into you. Before you realized it, your back was on the cold black floor mats and his sweaty chest was pressed against yours, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and a knee trapped in between your legs. It wasn’t until your eyes started to open did you realize they had shut.

Once your sight came into focus all you saw was a mess of soft blonde hair falling forward framing Hawks face as the ends tickled areas of your face. It felt like time had slowed for a minute as your gaze looked over every aspect of his face. He was always a gorgeous man to you but you never wanted to admit that, no you were too scared of ruining the relationship you already built. His own roaming across your face, fierce eyes watching as that pink tongue of yours peaked out ever so slightly to lick those plump lips he had been dying to touch.

Your eyes met his as both of your breaths synchronized, shallow and shaky, chest heaving as one. Hawks shifted his weight from his knee that was in between your legs to the other but as he did that it brushed against the already sensitive core. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that came from your throat. Noticing what you just did, your hands shot up to cover your mouth. But it was too late. Hawks heard it and he felt something stir in him. Smirking he moved that cursed knee again only this time with intent, letting it press firmly against your cunt giving it a light nudge. Staring back at him eyes wide while the hands covering your mouth tightened to stifle the moan that evidently was heard by the man above you.

“Well, well what’s this now?” The blonde went to remove those hands silencing the sounds he desperately wanted to hear from you. Grabbing both your wrists he pinned them above your head with one of his wrapped hands pressing firmly against them.

“Seems like someone is getting excited.” Hawks had moved his face down to whisper in your ear. The light hair from his beard brushed against your skin causing your body to shudder under his.

“Fuck you Keigo.” You started to wiggle trying to get out of his grasp. Oh, you wanted it, you wanted him just not in the agency’s gym. You felt his grip loosen on your wrists letting you break free from his grasp.

“Only if you want to, baby girl.” The heat in your cheeks started to rise when it hit you that he was dead serious. You knew the difference between playful Hawks and the serious Keigo, and right now he was Keigo.

“Hawks we are in the middle of the gym at YOUR agency, I think it’s highly inappropriate, don’t you?” Pushing yourself up on your elbows, he was still hovering above you, leaving you with very little room.

“See now dove, that's where you’re wrong.” Before you could even blink a red feather flew off from his right wing going towards the door behind him. Peering around him you watched as the little feather pushed the lock on the doorknob before hooking its base in the ring that hung from the string of the blind, pulling it down.

“It’s not inappropriate since it's my agency.” Taking the back of his hand he brushed it against your hot cheek. “What would be inappropriate is if I did this without your permission. Just say the word and I’ll make that feather unlock the door and we could leave this here on the mat, your choice.”

Just the thought of having Hawks throw you down on this mat and letting him have his way with you was enough for you to make your choice. “No one will come in, right? Are you sure that door is locked?”

“Oh, princess, I'm positive it's locked.” That devilish smirk appeared across his lips again and you’re sure you felt your damp cunt clench. Grabbing the back of his head you slammed your lips against his. Hawks didn’t hesitate to kiss you with the same fire as you did, leaning forward Hawks laid you back down never letting his plump lips leave yours. Wrapping both arms around his neck you pushed your chest up into his, earning a groan from the hero. Hawks licked your bottom lip seeking entrance into your mouth before biting down on it.

Moaning into the kiss you parted your lips letting his skillful tongue slip past your teeth. God the way his tongue moved with yours only led you to think what they would feel like as it licked your slick folds.

Hawks took his right hand letting it roam down your side with a ghost-like touch. The feeling of his rough hands on your exposed skin had you rolling your hips on his thigh looking for something to relieve the tension he had started to build inside of you. Hawks grabbed the back of your thigh, wrapping it around his slim waist while his hand made its way to your ass before giving it a hard squeeze.

Breaking away from your lips he started to kiss down your neck, gently sucking on certain parts. His other wandering hand came back up to grab your jaw firmly making you turn your head to the side.

“Baby girl you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Gasping as you felt his lips brush against your ear as he whispered those sinful words. His tongue peaked out giving your neck a swift lick followed by a gentle bite of his canine teeth. You weren’t sure what heaven felt like, but dammit this must have been close. Hawks released your jaw to let his slightly calloused hand drag down your chest to rub against your fabric clad breasts. His thumb tracing circles on your nipple, hardening it.

“How long I wanted to kiss you. Shit dove, I've even dreamt of how these lips of yours would feel, and this is way better than that.” The man's lips brushed against yours with each word he spoke, it was a tease. He went back to kissing your neck before nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“How long I’ve wanted to feel your smooth skin on my fingertips.” The hand that was fondling your breast moved, skimming your exposed stomach before landing on the waistband of your shorts. Those sinful lips returned to your ear as he snarled.

“How long I’ve waited to have you whimpering underneath me as I showed you what pure euphoria felt like.” So lost in his voice you didn’t even notice he had both hands on your waistband until you felt the yank of his hands pulling off your shorts, taking your underwear with it. With your bottoms by your knees he lifted your legs in the air pulling them past your sneakers, throwing them somewhere behind him. Hawks grabbed hold of your calves before placing them on his shoulders. He gave your legs a small tentative kiss, hooded eyes staring into yours. You felt him guide his hands down your shins, stopping at the middle of your thighs. You were burning up, your cheeks were flushed, heavy pants coming out of you making your mouth dry. All you wanted was him, you wanted to feel him on you…in you.

“Fuck baby look at that. Is that all for me?” Eyes watched as he took his pointer finger gently, swiping it between your folds. It was then you realized just how wet he made you. You moaned at the sight of him taking that coated finger to his lips, his tongue giving it a seductive lick, Hawks hummed.

“I always imagined how you would taste but damn little dove I never imagined it would be this fucking good.” Taking his entire finger, he placed it in his mouth, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he savored the taste, your taste.

“K-Keigo Please..” Those were the only words you could form, hoping the man in between your legs would just give you what you want.

“Please what baby girl, you have to use your words.” Hawks was now back to hovering over your heated body, making sure to not touch you.

“I want to feel you please!” Arching your back attempting to feel some part of him touching you. That devilish smirk grazed hislips; god did you love that smirk. His hand was beside your head, arm muscles flexing as it helped keep him above you. You felt one of his fingers from his free hand caress your cheek, agonizing slow as it made its way down your soft cheek. Then down your neck against your rapid pulse, across your chest. He ran it between your breasts slightly pulling on the sports bra. Down your stomach before reaching his destination.

Slowly he let his middle finger press on your bundle of nerves. It felt exhilarating like he pressed a button that sent you into overdrive. Observant eyes watched your reaching, how your body arched against him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a shuddering breath falling from those bruised lips. Your hair was around you, creating a halo effect, small moans making themselves known with each swipe of his finger against you.

Haws was sure he was looking at an angel. An angel that he so desperately craved. The finger that was torturing you with each movement went slightly lower, brushing against your entrance. A gasp was heard through the room as your eyes shot open, your hands shot up to press against his chest.

“Inside…” It was a whisper but Hawks heard you and had no choice but to oblige. Slowly you felt him slip a finger inside of you. Your inner muscles wrapped around him, inviting him to keep going. With a shuddered breath Hawks slid one more finger inside, watching as both his fingers were disappearing into you.

You were watching him as he stared at your pussy, swallowing his fingers. His rhythm at first was slow, in and out. But you didn’t want to be slow , not now at least.

“Faster please.” Gold eyes flicked back towards your face, pupils blown at your request. Who would Hawks be if he didn’t grant you your wishes. “Oh fuck-” His speed quicked, like you had asked. His thumb was playing with your swollen clit with each thrust of his fingers.

The sensation had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. The sounds of your slick and the moans he pulled out of you on top of his primal growls above you were too much.

“Come on dove,” You hadn’t even realized that the man above you leaned down, his sinful mouth pressed against ear. “Cum for me.” He growled out the last part of his sentence. You arched as a wave of white heat soared through your veins.

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers slowed their pace, riding you through your orgasm. “God you are so fucking enchanting.” Your lower half jumped with every slow thrust, over stimulated by his touch. Opening your eyes, his golden eyes were all you saw. You were sure your eyes reflected his own, covered by pure lust and admiration.

Hawks pulled his digits out of you when you caught your breath again. You moaned at the loss of him filling you. Raising your hands you carded your finger through his hair, slightly tugging, causing the man that had your full attention to close his eyes. A shuddered breath fell from his lips as you continued to tug.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned down again, his mouth hot on yours as his tongue danced with yours. You moaned against him as he slid his body in between your legs. You felt him rut against you, his bulge pressing against your overly sensitive clit.

You bucked against him, feeling yourself get worked up again. It was like you were denied water your whole life, and Hawks; Hawks was the oasis that you so desperately wanted to drink from. He continued to thrust against you, and you met each and everyone. Your nails racked against his back leaving marks in their wake as you did.

“I’ll be sure to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you keep that up baby girl.” He growled against your lips. Tugging on his hair again he let out a hiss from between his teeth. He knew you were competitive and with how he had wrecked you, it was only fair you did the same.

“Bring it on bird boy.”

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taylorswift-imagines · 1 year ago

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Second chances

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No

Plot:

Taylor is rude the first time you meet but quickly has a change of heart

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This happened every time you were about to board a flight somewhere, you are always the punctual type of person and you hated to be even just a minute late.

You were rushing more than you should because you were afraid of missing your flight. However, what you didn’t know was that there was going to be a special guest on the same flight. The guest being your all time idol and not to mention secret crush, Taylor Swift. You didn’t know you’d be getting the life long dream of meeting the pop star, but it didn’t go as it you had it in your head.

Had you known you were going to be meeting her today, you wouldn’t have left home without putting on your makeup. You had at least made sure that you looked decent instead of letting yourself go out looking like a lazy person. The reason you left home without makeup was because you had decided it would be easier to plant it on during your flight. Hardly anyone knows this, but you you had a slight fear of going on planes after surviving a plane crash nearly five years ago. Everyone thought you had quickly overcome your fear, not knowing it took a lot of time and therapy for you to feel comfortable stepping on for another flight once again. Taylor’s music has played a big role in your recovery process, and you hoped that one day, you’d get the chance encounter to thank her while telling your story of survival.

You were rushing through the crowded airport and had blindly bumped into someone, both of you tumbling to the floor. You quickly got up and offered a hand to whoever it was you had run into, wanting to help them up as you took full responsibility for this incident. But as you looked to see who it was, you couldn’t help but stare, hardly daring to believe you were looking at Taylor Swift. As you continued to stare, you were taken by surprise when she unexpectedly come out as rude to you, it stung to say the least.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Especially for an adult woman like yourself? Hasn’t your mommy ever taught you that?” Her voice was like ice.

The cold tone frightened you into silence as you continued to offer your hand out to her. But Taylor harshly smacked it away, pulling herself up before giving you a glare as she walked away ahead of you. It was such a shock to you that she would just do that to someone she hadn’t even met yet that time seemed to stand still around you. When you got the call to board the plane and take your seat, you were unaware that Taylor was sitting next to you until you hear her scoff before saying something off the grid.

“You again?”

It was obvious she wasn’t happy to see you, so you didn’t say anything back and kept your mouth shut until the plane started to take off.

Something that helped you to calm down on flights was humming a favorite song. The song you favored at the moment was ironically’Never Grow Up’ by Taylor swift and you started humming it. That only seemed to bother Taylor more as she waved a flight attendant over to where you both were seated. What she says next, is completely unexpected and takes you by surprise and hurts you just a little more. You listen as Taylor asks the flight attendant if she could change to a different seat. Looking over at the flight attendant, you realize she was one of those who survived that same plane crash, you were both on the same plane five years ago.

“May I have a different seat? My neighbor here is being a pest and inconsiderate by humming too loudly.”

“Of course.”

You didn’t get in trouble, but you had to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill as Taylor was being so harsh.

But then again, she was unaware of your story and didn’t know how you felt about planes. Still, what she said had stung your racing heart. Now that you were by yourself, you could continue to hum while drumming your thumbs nervously on the armrests. Strangely enough, it was than Taylor’s attention was directed back towards you, but for different reason this time. Looking back at you, she couldn’t help but notice how your face had gone pale after the plane hit turbulence. Seeing the condition you were in concerned Taylor and asked the same flight attendant to check on you, little did taylor know, you didn’t have to be checked on to know. The flight attendant went on to explain how you were both victims and survivors of the plane crash that took place five years ago.

Feeling guilty, Taylor moved back over to you and you were surprised. Feeling this was a second chance, you tried staying till and quiet, not wanting to up set Taylor again. But Taylor reassures you after giving you her hand to hold onto the rest of the flight as she gave you an apology.

“I’m sorry.” she said.

You nod your head, accepting her apology as the flight continues smoothly.

Taylor had healed you on that flight, giving your confidence back.

She was truly your hero.

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@taylor-loves-you

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ronaldofandom · 2 years ago

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A Fairy Tale

A short drabble on Bheem, Malli and Jenny.

No warnings. Pure fluff, and the title is self-explanatory :)

Written in 90 mins as a stress buster since work has been kicking my butt!!

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The day was long. And harsh. Bheem felt drained of all energy. Every ounce of his body just wanted to crash and rest and not deal with the things that he had to deal with today. The only respite was that he was walking back home. Where she would be waiting for him. She probably hadn’t eaten also. He had asked her many times to not wait up for him when he was getting late, but she had told him she liked doing that.

He could hear her voice from outside - sweet, serene and so melodious.

She had left the door open for him. And when he entered, the sight was even sweeter. Jenny was telling a bedtime story to Malli. The kid looked so happy and peaceful - her head in Jenny’s lap, her eyes closed, hanging on to every word. Jenny’s bedtime stories were in English. Still, Malli had started picking up a few words in Delhi and more from Jenny’s classes in the last six weeks in Adilabad.

The love of his life noticed his presence then, and gave him a dazzling smile. It lit up his world every time, and tonight was no different.

‘Five minutes please.’

She mouthed to him slowly, and he nodded at her.

Malli had complained to Bheem passionately that he had been hogging all the time of her friend. Jenny had been her friend first. Not his. And that it was grossly unfair.

Both Bheem and Jenny had felt guilty about it and promised to rectify it. Since then, Jenny had been actively taking time out of her day to play with Malli, do activities with her and also tell bedtime stories to her.

She had already told three stories tonight, but the kid kept insisting on more. Malli loved the descriptions of beautiful princesses in faraway lands - far beyond her imagination - across wide seas. She had never seen the sea before in her life, but it sounded so fascinating. And she was obsessed with fairy tales.

‘Okay, I will tell one more, but it will be the last one. Promise?’

The girl nodded happily and closed her eyes again as Jenny stroked her hair. The puppy eyes worked every-time on Jenny, and Malli had realized that long back.

‘This one is called - The Princess who never smiled.’

‘Long ago, there lived a princess who never smiled or laughed. Not the kind of smile that reached her eyes anyways. It was plastic, platonic - she didn’t know what true happiness, laughter, and contentment really meant.’

Malli adjusted her head in her lap, turning her face towards her waist to hide from the light coming from the nearby lamp. Bheem was freshening up in the adjoining chamber.

‘Meanwhile, an honest common man lived across the town. He used to work as a labourer for a merchant. He worked sincerely, tirelessly, all year, every year. At the end of every year, the master offered him a sack full of money, asking him to take however much he desired. But he only picked one coin. Every year.’

‘Aisa kyu?’ (But why?)

Malli asked curiously. She was confused - when the man could have so much more, why did he settle for less?

Bheem had changed into his night clothes by then - which were essentially his pajamas. He liked to sleep bare-chested, which Jenny had learned soon after coming to Adilabad. Not that she was complaining, far from it.

He sat next to where Jenny was sitting on the cot, linking his arm with hers. Her other hand kept stroking Malli’s hair. Jenny looked deep into his eyes as she responded to Malli’s question.

‘Because the man was simple, honest and content. He had a small little world, far away from the town, deep into the woods, and he didn’t need much else from life. One coin was enough to meet his family’s basic needs. He didn’t want to take more than he needed. Greed was a sin for him. He didn’t want to take advantage of the merchant’s fondness for him.’

Bheem noticed how her sweet smile had turned into a look of deep admiration and affection. He kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

‘He was also a proud man, you see. He didn’t want to take more than he deserved. He didn’t want to take any charity from others, even from people close to him. His principles, morals, ethics and beliefs were sacrosanct to him. It would have broken him if he ever had to compromise on those, unless he was compelled to do that for his family, his people.’

Malli nodded in understanding. She liked the man already. Maybe he was a little too idealistic - in his shoes, Malli may have taken at least a couple of coins. But the man’s honesty seemed sweetly charming. And very familiar also, for some reason.

‘What happened then? Did he ever meet the princess?’

She really, really wanted them to meet. Something told her they would complete each other.

‘She always kept looking for different experiences hoping that something would click someday that would make her truly content. One day, the princess was roaming the local bazaar. She had asked her bodyguards to wait at a distance - their constant presence everywhere was a big source of irritation for her.’

Bheem intertwined his hand in hers, keeping their joined hands in his lap, as his head nuzzled hers slowly.

‘That’s where she saw him for the first time. He didn’t venture away from his house in the woods, unless he absolutely needed to. But that day, he had some urgent business to attend to. It was fate that brought them both to the same place, she knew that in her heart the moment she saw him.’

Jenny looked up at Bheem then. Her eyes turned slightly moist. It didn’t distress Bheem because he sensed it was coming from a place of love.

‘Aage kya hua?’ (What happened then?)

His hand moved into her open hair, brushing them with his fingers. She sighed blissfully.

‘The princess smiled then. This one reached her eyes, her heart, her soul. They talked that day, and then they met again, and talked some more. Her friends also noticed that she had changed and were happy for her. But she couldn’t get enough of him. Always worrying that he would disappear one day. That he would retreat to his own world, which she didn’t understand and where she may not be welcomed. That he would forget about her.’

Her voice trembled ever so slightly, and he caught it immediately. His hand moved from her hair to her neck and shoulders, rubbing them gently, trying to soothe her.

Malli was far too intrigued now. She had a sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen. Which would make it a horrible bedtime story and she would make Jenny tell her one more, then, despite her protests - there was no way she was going to bed with a broken heart.

‘Did he….forget? Did he…leave?’

Malli asked slowly, trying to find the right words. Jenny’s hand tightened around Bheem’s, and he squeezed back.

‘Well, that’s what she thought. Because he did leave for a while. She thought that was the end of her short fairy tale. And she would have to return to a world full of fakeness, pretense, and manipulation. But it was fate which brought them together again.’

Malli breathed a sigh of relief. Not realizing that Jenny’s voice had eased too.

‘You see, she didn’t know that he had started to feel the same way about her. She had fallen first, and hard, but he had fallen too. So when fate gave them another chance, they took it with both hands. He held her hand & led her into his world, paving the way for her, looking out for her, keeping her happy, and safe. She had been a princess all her life, by title, but he really made her feel like one. With his love. That’s when she understood what true laughter, true happiness really meant.’

Malli clapped her hands. Both Bheem and Jenny smiled at her antics.

‘But, her family…let her leave?’

‘Well, she eloped. And that was the best decision she ever made in her life.’

Malli clapped again, grinning from ear to ear, her head still buried in Jenny’s lap.

‘Happy ever after then?’

That was something Jenny used to say at the end of many stories. Malli had memorized that line by heart.

Jenny’s eyes turned heavy again. Bheem kissed her palm in response.

‘Y-yes. They lived happily ever after.’

Hopefully. She omitted the last word.

Bheem sensed that something was troubling her heart, and he wanted to kiss away her somber mood immediately. His lips brushed the outline of her jaw, but Jenny jumped at the first touch, gasping in horror and covering his mouth with her palm. Her eyes pointed towards Malli, who was drifting to sleep in her lap.

At least she wasn’t somber now. He will take that as a win. In all honesty, he loved flustering her like this. It was the quickest way to see her all flushed and bothered. It was his favorite look on her.

He pulled her hand away and dove in one more time, tasting her lips briefly before she pulled away with more horror.

Malli stirred in her lap from her sudden movement.

‘Bheem, not like this, please.’

She mouthed at him, half pleading, half admonishing.

Malli chose that moment to ask some more questions about the story, almost building a segue to request another story.

Bheem’s patience, though otherwise infinite, ran out then. He lifted Malli in his arms, ignoring her half-hearted protests, carrying her back to her mother’s hut. She had gotten more than her fair share, it was Bheem’s turn now.

By the time he returned, Jenny had set up two plates on the mat and served dinner. And, she had changed into her night clothes too, looking every bit as ravishing as she always did.

The food was tempting, but she was far more tempting to him.

She held his hand and started leading him toward the mat, but he didn’t move.

‘You must be hungry, right? Come, let’s have some.’

Was he hungry? Most definitely. For food? A fair bit. For other things? A helluva lot more.

He would have happily foregone food for now and jumped straightaway to other things. But she hadn’t eaten either, and he couldn’t have that. And he won’t want the food to go to waste, either. So he would eat first and do do other things after that, but he would get his dessert without further ado.

She tugged at his hand again, and he pulled her back, sending her crashing into his chest.

Grabbing the back of her head, he locked his lips onto hers as his hands started to wander. She gasped at the suddenness of it all, and he deepened the kiss further, lifting her slightly off the ground. All his trials from the day seemed to vanish in those few minutes.

He willed himself to stop before the point of no return. Smiling at her disheveled state, he pulled her towards the mat to have their dinner. Bheem couldn’t remember the last time he was this disinterested in food in his life. It was a first, like many others since she came into his world and turned it upside down. And Bheem couldn’t thank his stars enough for every single one of those moments.

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Hope it was remotely coherent :)

As always, would love to know your thoughts!!

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ker18 · 1 year ago

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Beautiful Disaster (2)

Hello again, friends. I am really into the whole writing thing right now. But, I am no professional and all this is just a work of fan fiction from a wretched, battered soul. There may be absurd grammatical errors within this work, but please be gentle with me... :D

This was in no way intended to hurt or harm. Only to express thoughts in my head.

I do not claim to know anymore than anyone else in the issues plaguing the characters in the fanfic and this is not in anyway related to whatever truth they might actually hold.

With that said... please, enjoy... xD

-Sometime in the Future-

The leaves were rustling and tumbling over each other on the blanket of greens and yellows, the scent markers avid with dawn of the equinox, the tinge of fiery reds eminent in the overhang. The season was already showing signs of the beginning of the end but there she still was, sat on her front porch, looking out into the hibernating world. For five years, it had been hibernating… Five long insufferable years, filled with longing, yearning, and emptiness. For so long, she held on to the hope that there would still be another chance, an opportunity to make things right, a break in the stunt, or a redemption from the solitude.

She could still recall the last minutes, the fleeting moment, the pain – the excruciating grief, the tears, and the last goodbye before the actual fall. The recollection was as vivid as the day itself, no shield from the hurt, still inevitable in the way it came crashing down. For five years, she relived that moment over and over, every hour that dusk rolled by. She would convene herself on the same seat - blanket across her lap, a cup of jasmine tea in hand, thoughts in normalized disarray- and just allow the emotions to flood in.

There was an insincere calm that came with the chaos. First, memories would crash-in of the time when things were happier. The smiles, the dates, the late night talks, the stargazing moments, the promises, the sweet-nothings, the laughs, the hyper-awareness, the water colors, the teasing, the succumbing, the holding-back and then giving-in, the kisses, the touches, the skin-on-skins, the hugs, the warmth, the comfort, the scents, the breaths… the LOVE. All these came tumbling down as soon as the flood gates were released. She’d let them. It was the only way she could feel again. For those few minutes of seclusion, she would allow herself to relive it all and let it seep to revitalize her bones. This was the daily ‘bend before the break’… The instant where the grays showed other hues and she felt perpetual again.

“Babe? I’ll be here. You’ve got me. You know that, right?”

She recalled the cascade of emotions that overtook her the moment she heard those words, coming from the only mouth she could ever want them from. Those sakura lips were her life-force, her only means of survival in the world full of pandemonium. That voice was her voice of reason- the silencer to the unruliness of their day-to-day. Five years ago – and to present – she hadn’t a clue how she would go through every day without hearing that sweet influence. Up to date, her mind still processed that voice, still kept her promise to take the conversations to heart. Pain ensued in her chest where her heart lay, and she let it. Clutching at an imaginary handhold as tears threatened to fall, she moved onto another memory.

“Can you come over? Or should I just make my way to you?... You know what? Pick me up, please?”

Her mind’s eye reread the words and she remembered getting in her car, driving like crazy with one destination in mind. She overlooked the rain, the slippery street, the honks and beeps of traffic as she sped towards her terminus. All she knew at the time was that she needed to be in those arms, just as urgently as their owner needed her to be. She recapped exactly how that night went. As soon as the door was opened to allow her entry into more than just the room, she was enveloped into the warmest embrace. She remembered the whispers of gratitude as the strong arms weaved her into more than just body against her. She felt her heart soar and melt at the same time – melt in to what felt like home. There was no need to move, no need to speak, no need to mind, no need to do anything else but be in each other’s arms… and for that night, they stayed in. There was no rush in those moments, no race to finish anything that they started - there was just them, in the quiet of a room, their thoughts on full display for each other’s regard. Serene touches and sighs, beauty and grace, time and focus, unparalleled devotion were the courters of that night. And, these were welcomed with ardor.

”How could you, Babe? What does this mean for us?” Silent tears drowned the conversation until the silence was broken with the sweetest let down, “I’ll always love you, Babe. But, I can't... I'm sorry..."

The bitterest I love you she’d ever heard was that one right there. It felt like her world came crashing down on her that night, and every night since then. She saw the tortured look of love and betrayal on the face of the only person who had stuck by her through thick and thin. Suddenly, her voice of reason had ran out of reasons – reasons to fight for her, for them –and that’s when she knew that it was over. The sudden emptiness that masked those eyes that she loved, the coldness that radiated from the body she once burned to touch, the brusqueness of the rejection that arose – she felt it all smack her in the middle of her chest. Her heart fell and shattered, and she failed to find herself any excuses to save it from the instant break. ‘Coz she knew she hurt the one she gave it to and there was no greater pain than to see the hurt mirrored at her.

She scoffed and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as tears fell freely at the memory - eyes that had grown tired, but never ran out of sorrow. The sobs racked her body, making her hunch in on herself to pacify the sudden tear she felt in her battered heart. Because, until today, she still felt the ache, she still mourned her loss, she still loved the ghost of her derelict lover. She remembered the incalculable emotions that ran across the face of the one that once was so certain of her – the one that traumatized her the most was the look of agonized love. She couldn’t unsee that but what frustrated her the most was that she chose to walk away without letting herself explain... She was a coward! She was the biggest fool! She shouldn’t have! She shouldn’t have listened to that goodbye and held on. She would have… if she’d only known that it was going to be the last time.

That was it. That one mistake was what cost her everything. The cross she bore for the past five years was born of that infuriating moment when she chose her pride over the love she had. In the snap of an instant, the click of a button, the turn of a head, and the blink of an eye, it was all gone. And it took her heart with it. The one thing that kept her together was the one thing that fell her. And, woe to her, she knew that it was all her fault. She let the tears fall freely now – crying in the way a forsaken soul would – cascades of lamented water soaking the blanket that was now pulled up to her chin. She bawled and she broke down, like yesterday, like the past months, like the last five years since that fateful day.

“Off to somewhere new... Time to heal.

But, I’ll always love you…”

The last story she read before the radio silence. The last message to her, broadcasted for all to see. It haunted her and scarred her deeply. She saw and felt the remorse in those words, but also the exigency to leave. She felt the defeat wash over her. She pulled herself away and watched herself crumble and rupture, but she did nothing else to quell the decided.

For months on end, she fell into a monotonous existence, only doing the bare minimum to survive. She lost time, she lost connections, and she lost herself. But nothing could compare to what she actually lost inside. She still kept on until hope reared its head. Deep within, she hoped - maybe, one day, she’d be given the chance… maybe one day, she’d be able to make things right. Maybe, one day, her love would come back… But, for now, she allowed herself these precious moments. The moments to reminisce and drown her system with actual feelings. She lived for these advent moments where she discovered exactly how much she felt, loved and lost.

She basked in the ambience. Her lachrymose disposition slowly subsiding as she stared off into the last rays of the sunlight over the horizon. She wiped her tears, gearing up to head inside and resume her morose life.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

Her heart leaped at the voice. It was the voice from her thoughts… the voice she would never forget. The voice that brought a torrent of emotions with it. Her brain seared in anguish, threatening to explode at the seeming reality of that familiar timber. She refused to look for a moment, fear eminent in her chest to find nothing but the phantom of her memory, but her curiosity broke loose and made her turn towards the source of the dulcet voice. And there, time stopped – eyes, nose, lips, hair, smile, and regard… there was Love! She failed at words at first, exasperated joy and pain overcoming her. She stood slowly, air and strength refusing to support her. The speaker walked towards her, climbing the two steps to reach her on the porch, reaching for her hands with sincerity and adoration, familiarity engraved in her sights. When contact was made, calmness ensued…

“Hi…” She finally said, breathlessly, heart in her hands – figuratively but literally.

#freenbecky #srchafreen #freen sarocha #angelssbecky #beckysangels #issues #ForeverFreenBecky #StayWithFreenBecky #angst #fanfiction #love #reunion

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amanjinka · 1 year ago

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Movement One

(A/N: The prelude and first movement took me 20 days to finish [I used to be able to write 2k words in less than a week] Absolutely wild from start to finish, had both a lockdown due to a potential bomb and a shooting threat at my school. Hope everyone has fun.)

The first week back in school was pretty average for me. Even though we started on the 6th, nothing happened until the 11th. That was the day of that big subway crash.

I remember I couldn’t sleep very well the night before, so I got up early to get ready. That was also the day that I emailed my boss to make sure my work schedule got changed.

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“Thank you very much in advance,it was a pleasure to speak with you, [l/n] [y/n].”

After a quick read through, [y/n] rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and hit the enter key to send off her email. She pushed back from her simple desk and stood up, stretching deeply to further wake herself up.

After quickly shutting the lid of her laptop, she crossed her room to don her school’s uniform and prepare for the day. ‘Did Hanabi ever bring back those nail gems of mine?’ She wondered, inspecting her faded manicure as she slipped on her ivory coloured socks.

For a brief minute, she debated styling her hair differently from normal, but after a failed attempt or two, she sighed and fell back on her usual look. A couple more layers, a bit of mascara and a spritz of perfume later and she was all ready to head out. Luckily, the walk from dorm to school building wasn’t intensive, and the mid-spring breeze kept her from feeling the slight discomfort of her new shoes as they rubbed up against her ankle. Less than five minutes later, she stood in front of the front entrance to Kosei High School.

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It was only a few minutes into the first class of the week and already [y/n]’s phone was being bombarded by chats from her friends. Quietly, she slipped her phone out of her bag and began to read up on all she had missed.

☆Momo 7.57 - There’s a criminal in my class this year. 😶

☆Hanabi 8.01 - ?? WDYM

☆Momo 8.01 - I mean theres a kid with a criminal record who’s gonna transfer to Shujin this semester.

☆Momo 8.01 - That’s what I heard at least but he hasn’t showed up yet so I wonder if Mishima was just trying to scare us lol.

☆Yuna 8.01 - You have Mishima in your class? And the transfer student???

☆Momo 8.02 - Yeah, he looks like he went to hell yesterday. What’s going on in your guys’ practices???

☆Yuna 8.02 - He just sucks lmao. Gets hit all the time.

☆Hanabi 8.03 - Which one was Mishima again? Did we see him at the tournaments last year?

☆Yuna 8.03 - He’s the kid with the short dark hair. He never got to play so you probably never saw him. Not like you went to watch the boys match anyway.

☆Momo 8.03 - Yeah he was at the tournaments.

☆Hanabi 8.04 - He didn’t go to middle school with us, did he??

☆Momo 8.04 - Nah, I think he went to one in a different district.

☆Yuna 8.04 - Thankfully!

☆Momo 8.05 - Thankfully?

☆Yuna 8.05 - Hes a total kiss ass.

☆Hanabi 8.05 - Yuck.

☆Momo 8.05 - Oh yeah..

☆Yuna 8.06 - I stayed up way too late last night, about to pass out in homeroom.

☆Hanabi 8.06 - Teacher is here, one sec.

☆Yuna 8.09 - Did [y/n] fall into a pit on her way to school or something? How come she hasnt said anything..

☆Hanabi 8.10 - Lol she’s probably just actually paying attention.

☆Momo 8.10 - Omg speaking of [y/n] I still need to send her the dates for the concert lol.

☆Yuna 8.11 - Why didn’t she just ask the director?

☆Momo 8.12 - 🤷‍♀️

☆Momo 8.13 - Is Shiho in class today? I meant to ask her about her birthday plans but didn’t see her this morning. ☹️

☆Yuna 8.13 - Nah, she’s out today for a funeral.

☆Momo 8.13 - Oh. My bad... Well I’ll text her later then.

☆[y/n] 8.20 → ☆Momo [🤷‍♀️] - I don’t know the director’s email address.

☆Momo 8.21 - It was on the sign up sheet and the like every other paper we’ve gotten.

☆[y/n] 8.21 - I don’t have any of those with me, they’re at my mom’s house.

☆Momo 8.21 - then text your mom??

☆[y/n] 8.22 - :(

☆Momo 8.22 - Whatever. It’s the 28th, 29th, and 30th of April.

☆[y/n] 8.23 - Thank you Momo, I love you <33

“[l/n] [y/n]?” A male voice rang out from beyond [y/n]’s screen. She quickly jolted in her seat, shoving her phone into her desk and looking up to acknowledge her teacher.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you said,” [y/n] said, her voice fading as her embarrassment set in.

“I can tell,” He responded, crossing his arms. “I just asked if you could could tell me what it is called when we do geometric calculations on a non-flat surface. ”

“That’s non-euclidean, I think..” She whispered.

“Yes. Thank you very much Miss [l/n]. It would do you good to turn off your phone before class starts next time so you could answer the first time I ask,” he reprimanded, then turned to move away from her desk and back to the front of the room.

Shifting down further into her seat, [y/n] focused her gaze to her legs so her peers would not see how red in the face she was. What a great start to the day…

“[y/n] are you working this weekend?” Hanabi asked as the two walked the halls during lunch time.

“Yeah but I’m going to be Sundays only for the first couple weeks back,” [y/n] responded then took a quick sip of her drink.

“So you're free Friday afternoon? Cause I was thinking we could go and get our nails done professionally instead of just doing them ourselves."

"I have rehearsal right after school but I'd be free after 17."

"The salon I looked at closes at 20 so we're totally fine,” Hanabi smiled,”It’s only like a 7 minute walk from the station so I’ll just wait for you there.”

After a short silence, [y/n] sighed,“I’m so not ready for that performance.”

“Momo said there was gonna three nights of it, is that for real?”

“Yeah, I’m really not looking forward to it.”

“My brothers going to be back in town pretty soon so I might take him to watch you two.”

“You’d be better off watching a bunch of crickets hop around. It would probably be more to your liking anyway.”

“Yeah well the more you say that the more I want to go.”

“Aww Hanabi, come on!”

“Oh what’s that? Is the bell ringing? Well I guess i’ll get a head start and order my tickets on the way to class! See you [y/n]!”

All I could do was sigh and head back to my class. That concert ended up pretty good, but it was overshadowed by all that stuff with Mister Kamoshida.

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful. I just met all of my teachers and walked back to my dorm after school ended. Hanabi wanted me to run over to the store with her, but I was still pretty tired so I skipped out on it.

After changing into a more comfortable outfit, [y/n] fell down onto the edge of her mattress and laid her head back as she let her body sink into the soft blankets and comforting scents. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, before a loud and obnoxious buzz reverberated throughout her body.

Groaning, she turned over and pulled out her phone, turned it to silent then skimmed through the notifications.

“Detective Prince Akechi on Mental Shutdowns: ‘It could happen to anyone’”

“Everything to know before watching ‘The Cake Knight Rises’”

“4 dead in subway accident, more injured. Driver comatose.”

Hah…

None of it was interesting in the slightest.

Clear, clear, and clear!

Finally, [y/n] opened up her messages and scrolled up to check just how much she had missed after the morning.

☆Momo 13.12 - He’s real.

☆Momo 13.13 - Transfer student came in after lunch, hes honestly kind of scary looking. Like disheveled almost. He didn’t even introduce himself either.

☆Yuna 13.14 - Kizana said she saw him come into the school with Sakamato. He still hasn’t showed up to class though so maybe he’s getting chewed out.

☆Momo 13.14 - Oh so he really is a delinquent. You think they were up to something or what?

☆Yuna 13.14 - No clue, but she said the same stuff you did. Told me he looked like he was gonna snap at any moment.

☆Momo 13.15 - 😗

☆Yuna 13.15 - stop that.

☆Momo 13.15 - 🎱

☆Yuna 13.15 - About to come over to your class and tell your teacher to kick you out.

☆Momo 13.16 - 😱

☆Hanabi 15.36 → ☆Momo[He’s real.] - Did you ever find out what he did?

☆Momo 15.45 - Only rumours.

☆Hanabi 15.46 - boo.

☆Momo 15.46 - Not like hes just gonna show up and say “Hi, I’m your new classmate, I’m on probation for armed robbery” or something.

☆Hanabi 15.47 - I wouldve.

☆Momo 15.47 - Sure.

☆Hanabi 15.53 - They’re all out of the good brand of rice crackers.

☆Hanabi 16.04 - Hey @[y/n] do you want me to get some of your [favorite drink UwU]? They have your flavor here.

☆[y/n] 16.07 - yes please

☆Hanabi 16.08 - Alright. It’s buy two get one so I got a new type too.

☆[y/n] 16.08 - You’re my number one Hanabi. Forever and always baby <3

☆Hanabi 16.09 - So you’ll pay for the nail salon?

☆[y/n] 16.09 - I can if you really want me to.

☆Hanabi 16.09 - <3

☆Momo 16.10 - Thought I was your number one forever and alwats 😞

☆[y/n] 16.10 - Alwats.

☆Hanabi 16.10 - Alwats

☆Momo 16.11 - Alright what if I died in a plane crash tomorrow and that was the last thing you ever said to me.

☆Hanabi 16.11 - Then I’d be [y/n]’s number one forever and always for true and real and always and alwats

☆Momo 16.12 - Okay then bye I’m going to go die. [y/n] I will always love you, not Hanabi though she’s my enemy.

☆Hanabi 16.12 - Absolutely.

☆[y/n] 16.17 - I’m going to go do my homework you guys.

☆Momo 16.17 - Loser.

☆Hanabi 16.17 - booo.

The rest of that week went by really quickly. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary really. I did my best in class, did my best in practice, did my best to talk to the people around me. It felt like the year was going to be really uneventful to be honest, but all I really had to do was wait until that friday and everything really kicked off.

#joker persona 5 #he isnt even in this chapter lmao #a waltz #had to edit this because i forgot the foreshadowing #trust you guys #its just yn #its like a choose your own adventure except you dont get to choose

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wellnesscard · 2 years ago

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almost got lost in the forest skiing two nights ago I was like ummmmmmm Devon is it ok if I go in front bc I'm so afraid of the dark and it had become nightfall bc we got a lil lost while we were out there we ended up taking a snow bike trail all the way to the neighboring town by accident, but while heading up the back I'm like frantically trying to keep no more than five feet distance between us in case a [w****g0] tries to get me and I'm seeing and hearing the fairies but pretending I'm not just eyes forward head down bc that's how they getcha I'm like Stoooooppppp pine trees have been so goblinlike to me lately fr.......... whaddahell that's a person like. Ok demon.. ICU. but I went in front and we skied back to our town and I'm like thank God I brought the headlamps cos we were only supposed to be out there an hour or so but we were prepared to be out there til morning once it hit 6pm and we were still lost thankfully it was a warm night and we stayed hot because of moving around I'm like yeah I could realistically be out here all night without it being a big deal. but essentially what I came here to say was my phone fell outta my pocket while going down this very long steep and narrow downhill trail section where I stacked it about twelve times so I actually missed this whole job opportunity thing bc I couldn't fill out the forms without my phone bc I couldn't get on my email or set up my new secondhand laptop without it either so that sucked and I got really depressed about it and being an epic fail but it's minor and Devon bought my mopey ass some sushi and an orchid and instead of languishing for the next three or four days like I am prone I woke up at 7:30 and went to the Verizon store waited my two hours picking split ends and staring at their fireplace and got the replacement phone so I can be a functioning and wage-earning person and not have to kill myself for being so disappointing and I did this all in record time I replaced the phone two days after I lost it last time I had to replace my phone I waited like six months using an essentially nonoperational thing even tho I'm still on my parents plan and was due for an upgrade anyways and they kept telling me to replace it bc I already lost a job bc they could never contact me and I'm like hey guys. Soon. Anyways I have adhd I'm learning so much every day. the skiing was really fun though I just got really scared when I realized we were lost in the woods after dark but even that fear reaction is so much less panicked than a few years ago it's like I don't need to scream and throw things anymore (usually lol) I just get overwhelmed and need to sit down for a minute. Plus my blood sugar was crashing really hard and the reality that we still had to ski at least three miles was a heavy truth at the time.

#woohoo this became so long #new phone who dis #i asked for the most basic one so i got this lil google thing not sure how i feel abt that kinda fuck google #however. all da smartphones are kinda ass. i miss my motorola from 2015 i could add micro sd cards to :(#that was peaked #i asked the boyo if they had any in stock w headphones jax still and the answer was no :((((#i did todays wordle in 3 tries on devon flipphone while waiting tho its a nice flip phone if i didnt need spotify n use my google calendar #everyday id switch too

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chrisgetsbig · 2 years ago

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So I'm quitting the gym today.

Not that I'm gonna stop working out, I'm just pseudo-canceling my gym membership by swapping to an empty debit card and I'm gonna try and set up in my basement with the weight bench and weights I have.

The reason I'm posting this is that I want to highlight this as one example of inequity, notably lack of reliable transportation, as a barrier to Fitness. Today I got in a solid 45 minute workout that I'm really proud of. However because I had to take the bus, it took FIVE hours out of my day. 30 minute walk to the bus stop, both ways. 30 minute bus ride, both ways. About 15 minutes waiting for the bus to arrive, since it was late. and well over an hour to catch the bus home, since it only runs like every hour and I finished my workout right as a bus was leaving.

This was my first day back in two weeks. I kept kicking myself for not making it to the gym. But today I realized, it's not just me. It's this fucked traveling schedule. I have a gym that's much closer, but I had just renewed my contract with this gym when I lost my car in a crash back in July. Gym contracts are bullshit. The state of public transportation in the US is bullshit.

And this is why I get pissed off when people say things like "obesity is a choice."

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glacierruler · 4 months ago

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Are We Flying Towards the Future or Crashing Into a Distant Dream

Chapter 4

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It was early morning and Virgil couldn’t help but want to shut off the alarm he had made to wake him up. He ached and wanted nothing more but to stay in bed. But it was the same song and dance he played every day.

Except, when he looked at the day’s date, he realized, it was his day off. The whole crew had today off. Mandatory airship inspection and maintenance, and the only thing he had to do was go to the office to collect 5 items at the end of the day. He could tinker. And probably sew the fabric into something to trade, they were running low on spices and a few other things… Oh, and he had to see what size the shoes were, after washing them of course.

But first, he had to wake Thomas up. After all, he might not have work, but his brother certainly had class today.

“Thomas, Thomathy, Thom Thom!” Virgil snickered, shaking his brother awake again.

“Vee, wha’ is it?” Thomas slurred, exhausted.

Virgil snorted, “you know I can’t have you be late. I don’t give away my little gadgets for nothing.”

“Oh yeah, college. Why did I decide to go again?”

“No idea, but I did not give away hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of trinkets and gadgets for you to fail. So, time for you to get up!”

“Fiiiine. Have fun on your day off.”

“Will do.”

Remembering to set an alarm to go get his items, because it would be a headache and a half to forget to get the five items he got on inspection days, Virgil started getting to work on creating little objects. Things that ticked and clicked and popped. Nothing remarkable, he wouldn’t do that for fear that he’d want to keep it, and how would he pay Thomas’s college fund then. Maybe if he ever got a good chunk of extra parts… speaking of, if he was going to trade any fabric or sewn clothes, he needed to get a start on everything. Bringing the tub out, he started getting everything prepared to scrub the shoes he got clean.

Picking them up, Virgil inspected them very carefully, not wanting to ruin them. They were about his size, he could probably wear them, and they were a nice pair too. But they could also get him more gadgets too… which would make it easier to trade for Thomas’s next semester. Except as Virgil carefully turned the shoes upside down, a secret compartment opened up. A tinkerer’s compartment. And it was full of little gadgets, and bits and bobs made of metal Virgil could only dream of trading for. And he had gotten them with these shoes! Looking at the parts, he could make something truly spectacular with them, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty keeping them for himself. They’d probably cover a good chunk more of Thomas’s tuition than the little clickety clacks he’d been making or the tools he’d been finding. But it had been so long since he’d tinkered, and it would truly be a waste to let these extra items go to waste… to not make something with them.

And it wasn’t like he couldn’t make Thomas’s college fund, he just liked extra, in case the amount of tools he had to trade to keep Thomas in there went up. Or he lost or damaged any of the little gadgets he did make.

A thought entered his mind… if he kept the little metal bits in these new shoes, he could save them up for something important. Or, if he had to, use them to get Thomas into college for the next little bit. Hopefully he wouldn’t and he could do something with them. Make something new. His mind was reeling, trying to figure out what to do with all of these, when he heard a knock on his door.

“Just a minute!” He called, sighing a bit. He really should get dressed for the day soon, all things considered.

Gathering up the little bits, he carefully placed them back in the hidden compartment of the shoes, before going to the door. Virgil wondered who would be knocking at a time like this, it was still pretty early, and barely anyone knew where he lived. Except for Remus and Janus. Unless either of them had told someone else he lived here, or Thomas. Oh doloren, he should have talked to Thomas about that! He can’t just go around giving away their address. That’s exactly how they get killed! As much as some people could be trusted, most couldn’t! At least not right away, Remus had proven that although he was a bit gruesome, he could be trusted. Had Janus done the same? Probably not, knowing Thomas wasn’t one to test his friends, to see if they’d stay through thick and thin and whatever else needed to be seen to prove they should get to stay part of their lives.

Still, Virgil supposed the knock could be something important. Throwing his jacket on, Virgil opened the door to see someone he hadn’t met staring back at him, their eyes full of some sort of hope.

“Hello sir, so ever terribly sorry to be a bother to you. I am Miss Algamathene Adamentelle and I’ve barely just moved here! It was quite a terrific ordeal too! Might I interest you in trading for my wares? I don’t ask for much, just something to eat really, and possibly some clothes to wear. For this outfit that I don now is the only one I have, it is such a sad ordeal is it not?”

It didn’t take much for Virgil to tell that something was off. She was absolutely lyrical in the way she talked, it was… unnerving, looking into the box he saw all different kinds of wares. None of which seemed particularly valuable; however if what she was saying was the truth, then she’d been through something horrible.

The speech pattern could be because of an aether user who practiced in manipulation of some sort, perhaps an abusive ex that she barely managed to escape. While he wasn’t able to do much with any of it, it wasn’t like he could do nothing with it, and those parts would be helpful in helping with Thomas’s tuition. Even if the quality would be nowhere near as great as what he could get from the market.

“I’d love to trade, to help you out. But I’m afraid I don’t have much. Especially in the way of food.”

“I understand,” her voice a bit tighter, seeming to already expect a rejection.

“But I don’t have nothing.” Virgil quickly clarified, clearly Algamathene had been asking around a bit. “I did not mean to imply that I had nothing to trade with. It just, won’t be much. I have a few spare vegetables that I’m sure I won’t be able to use in time. As for clothes. I don’t have anything made, but I do have some sewing supplies. Such as fabric and thread. Would that be a fair trade for you?”

“That would be an absolutely acceptable trade! A terrific trade for the both of us. Each getting something we would enjoy and use, why my eternal gratitude is yours!”

“There’s really no need for that, let me go get the things. I’m afraid I’ve yet to wash the fabric, but if you need I can show you how I would go about doing so. It can take a while, usually I set aside my whole day to go about washing these fabrics.”

“Oh thank you, thank you so much kind sir! This is an act of kindness, something to be remembered through the ages for sure. You shall be the reason why I do not cut off from this desolate, lonely place, and you alone. And yet, you hold not the touch now do you, as though you don’t know the astonishing act you have just accomplished! Oh how wonderful is that!”

Wincing at the lyrical words, Virgil couldn’t help but be worried for the stranger. Had she really not known kindness before, had everyone been brushing her off, what had happened to her? Still, it was none of his business, and probably best not to pry, he didn’t want to upset her.

“Just wait here and I’ll get everything.” With that he gently closed the door and went inside. Virgil rushed around, picking up his sewing supplies, and bringing the fabric he had together along with the thread and a couple needles he had laying around. Satisfied with that, he went and started going through his fridge to see what food he could give this strange woman; he had some carrots, that he and Thomas were putting off eating as long as they could; some lettuce, maybe she could make a salad. Was that enough ingredients for a salad? Virgil had no idea, he’d never made a salad before, he didn’t really like salad. Looking around his fridge some more, he grabbed a bag of the cheap chicken he had managed to get, maybe whoever she was, she enjoyed meat. If not, it was no bother, Virgil would cook it today. Doing his best to gather everything up, he was glad the stranger was carting around her things in a wagon or else it would be nearly impossible to transport her items back to wherever she lived. Which hopefully wasn’t too far.

Opening the door again, a basket of food being held in his left arm, both hands full of fabric and sewing supplies, that are somewhat organized; the smaller items being kept in a box he had managed to find. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and he rather hoped that whoever the stranger was, she wasn’t picky about containers. Virgil doubted it, it would be a weird thing to be picky about when you had nothing; yet people always seemed to surprise him in the worst ways.

“Oh wonderful, splendid even! You have provided what you have said and these are of a sublime quality! They shall do so well for my clothes, and the food in that quaint container looks scrumptious. Oh I shall be not have want for a while after this! Possibly eons, such a generous gift, of course I shan’t forget my deal of course. Here are your lovely little trinkets, they are uniquely made. Can do almost anything you can imagine!” With that Algamathene smiled a bit too wide, and, now Virgil doesn’t quite remember how this happened, but she switched the items out; Virgil’s arms had boxes of trinkets, with a slight glow to them now that he was looking at them closer. A soft glow, that also emanated from the woman; the same soft glow that surrounded Thomas’s hands whenever he was working on something that involved him manipulating the aether.

“I’m sorry to be an intrusion, if I’m being one, but are you… are you familiar with aether?”

That got a laugh out of Algamathene; her laugh was pitched, as if a mimic of a laugh; and her eyes glowed a little bit.

“Oh you, it has been a while since I have let out a laugh like that. I must admit this has been enjoyable. I am not merely familiar with the aether. For I am what resides in the beyond; I am what allows you control over the things you value so freely. However,” her voice went shrill at this, “it is not just something you can take, you must give as well. If not, the balance is upset, and disaster reigns. Oh do you know of the barren days? Aether, as you call it was nowhere, nothing had it. It’s what keeps the world together! It has been, oh, over a thousand centuries since the barren days. You dears don’t live long enough to remember, of course you don’t, the energy barely responds to you. Things of this plane are connected to this energy, you would all almost certainly die without it. But we don’t need you, you are just something to curious for your own goods. So we let you play a little, have your fun.

“However, those little trinkets, not much in the realm I’m from. But for you, they are the most valuable thing in the world. I would suggest you use them wisely.” Algamathene smiled wide, wider than that of a human, “now I’m sure you have questions dear, but I really must go! I do hope your life is… easy. You have been a wonderful trade partner.”

Virgil’s head was swimming, he hadn’t heard of this happening before. Maybe Thomas had? Either way, with a glow of light that Virgil instinctively looked away from, Algamathene was gone. Looking at the boxes of trinkets in his hand, he noticed that they still glowed. If he ever had time, he’d experiment with them later, probably fix his washing machine, as the aether keeping it running had faded. Did the aether in these fade? He wasn’t sure, he wished he could ask, he was so curious as to how they worked. Sighing, he went inside and set the trinkets down.

No longer having anything to trade for the day, he supposed he had a little time to draft up something he could make before he went and picked up his five items for the day.

#glacier's writing #glacier's fanfic #fanfic #sanders sides fic #ts virgil #virgil sanders #c!thomas #ts sides #ts #tss

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amirahart · 2 years ago

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Car Crash || Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x (Y/N)

Warnings: Language, mentions of hospitals and car crash, idk what else

Summary: (Y/N) gets into a car accident, and Charles all but turns the world upside down.

Word count: 2280 words

Authors note: 1. I GOT A BUNCH OF LIKES AND FOLLOWERS??😭😭 THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH 2. Inspo from this Prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting 3. Pls request stuff idk what to write

Xoxo Art

Charles couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. It was probably something stupid, anyway. He had been stressed about the upcoming race -and the fiasco that was his team’s strategy-, and (Y/N) had been worried about some upcoming deadlines that she had at work. They were not in the greatest moods, was the point, and it was late at night, and they were a tad hungry. So, at the first opportunity, they both snapped at each other. One thing led to another, and (Y/N), always the reasonable woman that she was, got up and slammed the door, grabbing her car keys and setting off for the Monegasque roads to clear her head.

So, here he was, sitting on the couch, no longer fuming, just glancing at his phone every two minutes to see how much time had passed since his girl left. Charles was literally worried sick, calling and texting her, but she was still not replying. She had been gone for five hours at this point. Where on Earth could she be?

For the first hour, he tried to distract himself. He tried to start a race on the simulator, but he saw (Y/N)’ hoodie thrown over his chair, and he got mad again. He tried to take a nap, but every time he closed his eyes, his brain filled with thoughts of her. He thought about going for a walk, but he decided against it, because he didn’t want her to find an empty house when she came back.

The second hour, he spent pacing around the house, peeking through the window, in case that her car pulled in the driveway. He was still far too stubborn to call or text, not ready to admit defeat in the argument that seemed continuously stupider and stupider. As he paced around, his anger started to evaporate and started to be replaced with worry. (Y/N) hadn’t been living in Monaco for a while, and even though she had been around the city, it had only ever been with Charles on the driver’s seat. What if something had happened to her?

The third and fourth hour were spent being paranoid. Charles made up a billion different scenarios of what could have gone wrong. What if she got lost? What if she ran out of gas? What if she stopped somewhere and she got mugged? What if she was hurt? What if she was so mad, she never came back?

At about the four hour and ten minutes mark, Charles’ worry seemed to completely overpower his anger, so much so that he called (Y/N). He decided to push all his catastrophic scenarios to the back of his head. Nothing would have gone wrong, he decided. She would just accept the call, reassure him that she still needed some time to cool off, and that she would be home soon to talk.

All this positive energy shattered when the phone kept beeping, and beeping, and beeping, and then went straight to voice mail. His heart kept getting faster every time the phone beeped. He called her again. Maybe she had her hands full at that moment, and she would answer this time. She didn’t. And he felt his heart sink to his stomach.

So, for the past fifty minutes, Charles kept calling, and texting, and calling, and texting, with no reply. He called some of her friends, but none of them knew where she was. She called her gym, her hairdresser, her nail salon, and her favorite restaurant, and still, (Y/N) seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Charles was ready to get in his car and look around for his girlfriend when he heard his phone ringing. He all but lunged himself at his phone, picking it up immediately.

“Ma chérie? Are you okay, I’m so sorry for everything…”, he started to apologize, but he was immediately cut off.

“Charles?”, (Y/N) said, and the tone of her voice almost made him drop her phone. Her voice was shaking, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and it made Charles’ heart shamble.

“Chérie, where are you? I’m coming to get you”, he bolted to the door, grabbing the keys to his Ferrari, rushing to the car.

“Charles I’m sorry, don’t get mad, I didn’t mean to…”, she interrupted herself with a sob, which made Charles wince.

“Baby, please don’t apologize, just tell me where you are”, he was already in the car, turning it on and waiting for her instructions.

“I- I’m not sure, it just hurts a lot, Charles, it hurts”, she cried. Charles immediately pushed his foot down, not even caring that he had no idea where to go. Monaco was small enough, he’d find her.

“(Y/N), please breathe, take a deep breath. What happened baby, what hurts?”, tears filled his eyes as he thought of his (Y/N) being in pain.

“My hand, I was just trying to… and then the other car… and he keeps yelling at me… I don’t know what to do”, she was hyperventilating, interrupting herself by sobbing, and Charles was ready to throw up.

“My love, you’ll be okay. I’m coming right now, everything will be okay, just please, please take a deep breath and tell me where you are baby. Please”, his vision was blurring by his tears, and he was thanking God for the high speeds that his car could reach.

(Y/N) managed to give him her location, and Charles, reaching speeds that were in no way legal, reached her in no time. He spotted two cars, one of them undeniably (Y/N)’, and he ran with all his might to reach her.

Just like she had said in the phone call, there was a man outside the driver’s window, which was now cracked. He was yelling at his girl in French, making him see red. “Eh!”, he yelled at him, gaining his attention. “Va te faire foutre, qu'est ce que tu crois faire” Go fuck yourself, what do you think you’re doing?

“Cette salope a totalisé ma voiture”, he yelled back without turning his attention away from the car, hitting the window, and making (Y/N) flinch. The moment Charles saw that, he lost all self-control. He grabbed the man and slammed him down on the hood of his car.

“Tu as de la chance qu'elle soit blessée, sinon je te ruinerais!”I, he growled in his ear. You're lucky she's hurt, otherwise I’d ruin you.

He left him there, not even caring if he hurt him or not. All he cared about was whether his girl was okay. His legs couldn’t move fast enough to get him to her door, he almost broke the door trying to open it. Charles finally got to her, weaving his hands around her waist and bringing him close to his body in a front piggy-back ride. (Y/N) hid her face in his shoulder, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. All is well now”, he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair, and kissing her gently. The whole world seemed to dim. It was only the two of them in that moment, glad to finally be in each other’s embrace. Everything seemed to be okay in that moment, when (Y/N) had her Charles’ arms around her, and Charles had his (Y/N) tight in his hands.

He didn’t know how much time had passed with them just holding each other, but Charles remembered that she said she was hurt, and immediately set her down. He stole a glance to her car. The front of it was totaled, but it was nothing he couldn’t afford to fix. The guy who was yelling at her must have recognized Charles, and his face whitened immediately. He gave him one of his business cards with his contact information, got into his car and left, but Charles could not care less. All that occupied his mind was (Y/N)’ tear-stained face, and her hand that she was clutching to her chest.

“Chérie, please let me see”, he kneeled next to her, feeling his heart break for what seemed like the millionth time tonight at the sight of his girl so fragile and broken. He noticed bruises and scratches up and down her legs, and a huge bruise right on her cheekbone.

Hesitantly, (Y/N) showed him her arm. Her wrist was swollen, her entire hand was red. It was definitely broken. Charles gently grabbed her in his arms again, guiding her to the car and showering her with kisses.

“My love, we have to go to the hospital. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay”, he kept repeating, more to himself than to her.

They both got to the car, and after a quick call to the police, they made their way to the hospital. (Y/N) was now totally relaxed in the presence of her boyfriend and felt guilt wash over her at the argument. Charles kept his hand in hers the whole drive, glancing at her every so often to assure she was well. She tried to apologize three times, but Charles kept cutting her off, kissing her hand and telling her that all would be well.

When they made it to the hospital, Charles all but carried (Y/N) to the Emergency Room. He got her a private room, forced the doctors to double and triple check everything, made them run every test, even if they assured him that it was not needed, and almost yelled at every single doctor and nurse that was on call. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her boyfriend’s behavior. She kept having to hold him back from being rude to the staff- she knew he was never rude to working people and that it was just the adrenaline, but it wasn’t the poor nurse’s fault that the pillows weren’t fluffed to his liking-.

Finally, (Y/N) got her diagnosis- a fractured wrist- got treated, and was left in her room, as the doctors decided – after some pressure from Charles- to keep her in overnight to monitor her. So, the young couple made themselves comfortable on the hospital bed, cuddling into each other after what was a super stressful day.

(Y/N) was cuddled into Charles’ side, with her head on his chest, as he ran his fingers through her hair. “How can you look so beautiful in a hospital gown?”, he mumbled into her hair, making heat rise to her cheeks.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, have I told you that?”

“Yes, once or twice”, he cuddled into her.

“Thank you, honey. For everything, I mean”, she spoke softly.

“Stop it, Chérie, you don’t need to thank me. If anything, I need to apologize. It’s all my fault”, he said, and (Y/N) immediately clapped her broken hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“It’s not your fault that guy ignored the stop sign. You did more than enough today. Don’t feel guilty. You heard the doctors, it’s just a fracture and some bruises, in 6 to 8 weeks I’ll be good as new”

“I think that we should go to another doctor tomorrow, just to be sure…”

“No! No more doctors! I’ve seen enough doctors to last a lifetime”, (Y/N) exclaimed, and they both broke out laughing. “Just promise me that you won’t force me to see any more doctors”

“As long as you promise me that you’ll never leave home like that again. I’ll drive you around everywhere, I promise”

“I promise I’ll never leave. I’m sorry”, she looked up to see him already looking down at her with a small smile.

“I’m sorry too”, he kissed the top of her head, and they slipped in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Charles hugged her tighter to his side. He never wanted to experience the kind of feelings he experienced today. The thought of anything happening to (Y/N)… he couldn’t even fathom it. He was too thankful to have her at his side.

He looked around the room, the largest room in the hospital, as he had specifically requested. It was filled with flowers that he had ordered, which he knew was a bit excessive, but he wanted his girl to feel as beautiful and comfortable as possible after the shock that she went through today. On the nightstand that was next to the bed, amongst the vase of peonies-her favorites-, was a red marker that probably one of the doctors had left. He immediately smiled at the idea he got.

He leaned over to grab the marker, gaining (Y/N)’ attention. “What’s wrong baby?”, she asked, and instead of an answer, Charles just shushed her.

“Give me your hand, Chérie”, he cooed, grabbing her broken hand with his left one. As his non-dominant hand traced soft circles on her fingers, his right hand uncapped the marker and started scribbling away with a goofy smile on his face, which made (Y/N)’ cheeks rise. She stole a quick kiss from him, but he kept his focus on her cast.

When he was done, he showed her the cast, like a proud kid showing off his drawing, and she immediately burst out laughing. Her previously white cast was now decorated with messy red handwriting spelling out “This is proof Charles Leclerc is the better driver in the relationship” “#16”, “Je t’adore”, and other little doodles. What made him proudest, though, was the sketch of his formula one car that he had made on the palm of her hand, which was terrible, but it made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt.

“You’re an idiot”

“I love you too”

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gojou-violin · 2 years ago

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izu and his toy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| based on this post made by @spacelabrathor

| pairing: subby!izuku midoriya x gn!reader (college au)

| warnings: 18+ MDNI sex toys, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, overstimulation, some aftercare.

| wc: 3.3k

| a/n: is this mildly based off of something that happened to me recently....... uhhhhhhhh....................................................

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"Izu, the library's closing," I hissed at him as I gently shook him away.

We'd been studying in the library for a couple of hours to cram before our midterm tomorrow at 7AM, but at some point I'd let him put his head down without thinking about it, and next thing I knew, while I was still going strong with my studies, he was drooling onto his textbook. I tried to let him be for as long as I could. He had been working so hard to pass this exam on History of Pro Heroes that he'd practically started living in the library and my apartment just so he had some peace and quiet to study. But it was time to go home. I wasn't sure there was much more for either of us to study anymore without burning ourselves out.

"Shit--" Midoriya jumped up to his feet and looked around frantically. The library was pretty much empty besides us, another late night lurker, and the impatient librarian who was waiting to close up. "Shit, shit, shit--" He quickly started gathering his things and shoved them into his backpack. "I should probably go find a classroom to catch up on the time I missed--"

I cut him off by snatching his backpack and throwing it over my shoulder. "Like hell you are. You need a break. You need to sleep." I started walking out of the library with both of our backpacks over my shoulders. "It's bed time for you."

"What!"

As he chased after me, I kept walking, listening to his protests and bargains to come to my place so that he could study for just a few minutes before crashing on the couch. He'd make me breakfast! He'd buy me coffee from campus before the exam! He'd clean my apartment, buy me lunch, drive me around on the weekend with his car that he didn't like to park on campus, etc. Anything! Yet I refused with a shake of my head and a light smile.

"Bed time."

It was like talking to a five year old sometimes, I swear.

When we got to his dorm building, Midoriya used his keycard to let us in the front door, then led the way to the elevator. He was one of the lucky students that managed to get into the best dorm his Sophomore year when usually only the Seniors and Juniors won rooms in that building during the housing lottery at the end of each school year. He got a room to himself in a suite that he only had to share a bathroom and sink with three other people, he got air conditioning, space for his gaming setup, plenty of space for a fridge or two, etc. I'd never actually been up to his room before, but I had heard plenty about it before. He liked to brag about it whenever he'd come over to my place because I spent far too much on my shitty apartment off campus that I shared with four other people, which meant that there was no privacy whatsoever, and that I had to share a room with someone. Izuku was lucky and he knew it.

"If you judge me when you see what's inside, I will cry and never talk to you again," he warned me with a hand on the doorknob after using the keycard to unlock his room. "Got it?"

"Got it."

He opened the door and stopped inside. What I saw wasn't exactly surprising, but it was a bit embarrassing for him, so I suddenly understood why he never invited me or anyone else over to hang out in his oh-so-fancy dorm room that he bragged so much about. I was also starting to realize why he never got a girlfriend.

Plastered to pretty much every inch of his walls was some kind of All Might memorabilia. Posters, figurines, tapestries, flags, and so on. His sheets were red and his comforter was blue and yellow, like All Might's color scheme. Next to his gaming set up on his desk, he had a framed photo of the time he met All Might at a Pro Hero convention. Hidden behind his closet door were so many All Might t-shirts and pajama pants that I thought I was going crazy.

I tried my best not to laugh. I wasn't judging him, I just thought it was cute... He was really obsessed with All Might, I knew that, but... I didn't realize it was that bad.

"Oh, this is gold," I snickered as I saw a pair of clean All Might themed boxers hanging out of a drawer. I went to inspect them while putting them away for him, but as I did so, I pulled the drawer open a bit, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. "Iz?"

He saw what I was staring at and immediately scrambled to hide it from me, but I stopped him before he could slam the drawer shut.

"I didn't think you'd actually go digging through shit--"

"I didn't dig."

"Why were you looking in my underwear drawer in the first place!" His voice pitched with panic.

I looked over at him, still smiling, to find that he'd gone pale with worry and embarrassment while still trying to find the perfect opportunity to hide his shame from me after I'd stopped holding so firmly onto the drawer.

"When'd you buy it?"

"I'm not telling you!" He tried to push the drawer closed again. I held true. "My eighteenth birthday, okay?!"

"Why?"

He strained to close the drawer. My smirk widened.

"Why are you so shy about it, Izu?"

He turned from pale to red at the nickname. "Why are you teasing me about it..." he croaked.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm just asking."

"I'm endlessly ashamed of this whole situation, okay, can we just let it go?"

I grabbed the toy from his drawer to inspect it a bit. His eighteenth birthday, huh? So, what, he went to a sex toy store the second he could go into one, and he walked out with a transparent fleshlight? I'd seen worse from kids our age. I wasn't so sure why he would be sheepish about it. He was a young, single college kid. It was understandable that he needed something... I just never expected that Izuku Midoriya of all people would buy a fleshlight instead of something a bit smaller and more secretive.

"Is it nice?" I asked.

He finally managed to grab it from me. "That's for me to know and you to forget while I die of shame."

I laughed. "Stop being so squirmy about it, Izu!" I jumped onto his bed and relaxed against the pillows that were propped against the wall. "I think it's cute that you bought a toy for yourself."

He choked on air. "Stop that--"

"What?"

"You know..."

Did I know? Perhaps I did. All the blushing glances he'd send my way, all the times he'd ask to stay over at my place even though his was better, all the times he insisted on being a gentleman by holding the door for me, buying me food instead of letting me use my student meal points, driving me around even though he disliked it, spending all of his time with me. Yes, I think I always knew but I suppressed it because I didn't want to make a fool of myself by jumping to conclusions simply because he didn't act like any of my other guy friends; simply because he was better than any guy I knew. But now we were in his room, he was as red as a tomato while hugging his fleshlight in his arms to try to hide it from my sight, and he was shaking when he heard me call him Izu and when I said he was cute.

"You are cute, though, Izu," I tested the waters a bit more.

"You're being mean."

I watched him closely for a minute to see if he really meant it, but the strain in his pants said otherwise. Still, I didn't want to push it too far if he wasn't okay with it, so I played it safe by telling him that I'd leave if he really wanted me to. I wasn't smiling or teasing when I said it. I was as sincere as I'd ever been. If he really didn't want it, if he really hated it, I'd leave.

"No, wait--" He reached out to stop me. "I just... I don't know... How do you expect me to not be embarrassed about this? It's not like I was ever planning on having a friend come over and find... this."

He was close enough to me now that I could reach out for the toy again, and this time he let it happen while he stared at me with big eyes like a deer in headlights. I looked at the details of the toy. It was big. When he bought it, he probably had someone at the store tell him, "Are you sure? It might not be the right fit." Which meant that he probably really did fit into something that deep... The entrance of it was tight, but I could see that deep within it, it was a bit wider to fit his size. I swallowed hard. Did he really fit that? Did he know that they were supposed to be somewhat tight to feel good, or did he just go with it when it didn't properly fit?

"You clean it?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Good."

He burned a brighter red.

"Do you have any others?"

He shook his head.

"How often do you use it?"

He trembled and played with his fingers anxiously as he stared at the ground and replied, "Couple of times a week..."

Oh, the poor thing... He was really desperate, wasn't he? I felt bad for him. If only I'd known sooner.

"When'd you use it last?"

"Wha-- I-- Well, you know, I've, uh, I've been really, uh, busy, and, you know, well..." Izuku trailed off as I perched my finger under his chin and lifted his gaze. "Last night."

"We were hanging out last night, Izu."

"After that!"

"Is that why you left in such a hurry?"

He nodded.

"Poor thing."

He melted into my hand subconsciously. Over the past few days, when we'd been studying endlessly at the library, he'd come up with excuses to race home afterwards, like to shower, or grab pajamas, or something along those lines, before driving to my place. I really didn't think much of it at the time because I was so tired and stressed, too, but... Now that I knew the truth, I was beginning to wonder if he was racing home to get all of his anxiety out using his toy before coming to see me.

I mentioned then and there while caressing his cheek that he must be under so much pressure, that he must be so tired and stressed, that he must be so desperate for some release and some help. I don't know when or how or why, but something snapped in Midoriya, and suddenly he was melting further into my hand while inching closer to me until he was standing between my legs, his growing erection pressed up against the edge of his mattress.

"Not so shy now, are you?" I cooed.

He shook his head vaguely.

When I reached down to slowly run my hand from his hip to his pubic bone, he tensed up and pursed his lips, holding back a moan that nearly escaped him if he hadn't stopped himself so quickly. That just wouldn't do... I wanted to hear him. So I drifted further down until my hand was cupping his erection. He finally broke, lurching forward as he whined pathetically.

"Don-- Don't-- Don't tease--" he croaked.

"Mmm... Why not?" I whispered in his ear.

He moaned again as I slid my hand under his pants and underwear. "'Cause... 'Cause... I can't- I can't-- Fuck--"

"'Cause you're really desperate, Izu? Is that it?"

"Fuck--"

I pushed his pants down a bit, letting gravity do the rest so that everything fell easily to his knees, his cock springing free. So he hadn't bought the wrong size toy after all. There he was, my best friend, red faced with lust and embarrassment, his cock hard for me, his hands shaking as he gripped his sheets for dear life to stop himself from grinding against my thigh. He was big. He wasn't as long as I expected considering the depth of the toy, but he was certainly wide enough for it.

"Would you feel better if you got to fuck your toy?"

He nodded without a second thought.

"Go on, then." I turned the toy in my hands so that the opening was facing him, and I placed it between my thighs, just where his dick was waiting eagerly for some kind of stimulation; but I refused to help him. I wanted to see what it was like when he was alone and fucked his toy. I wanted to see what Izuku Midoriya looked like when he was practically in heaven. "Fuck your toy for me."

A small voice in the back of my mind was trying to knock some sense into me by screaming that this was my best friend, and that I was overstepping by coming into his room and telling him to get off in front of me. I was trying to warn myself that I was ruining my friendship by doing this. But then the devil on my shoulder was whispering into my ear that Izuku would look so cute when his sweaty hair would fall in his face, when his freckled cheeks would glow red as he got closer to the edge, when he'd grab onto me as he came into his toy. The sexual tension in the room was far stronger than any bit of reason I had left.

"I... Are you sure?" Midoriya looked up at me with puppy eyes.

I nodded with a smirk. "Go on."

With his grip still tough on his sheets, he swiveled his hips until his tip was playing with the entrance of the toy. "My lotion," he whispered while pointing to the table next to us. I leaned over to grab it for him.

"Show me exactly how you do it all, Izu."

I watched as he used some of the lotion to lube up his cock before burying two greasy fingers inside of the toy. It looked like he was trying to impress me by showing what he could do to someone else if given the chance, but to me, it looked like he was an inexperienced kid who'd never actually fingered someone before. I giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Wha--" He stared at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I..."

"Why'd you stop?"

Suddenly, with a little pep in his step, he fingered the toy a bit faster to make sure it was slick enough for him to fuck before he pulled out of it then pressed his cock in. He hunched forward a bit while doing so. His breath hitched and his knees buckled slightly, all of which told me that he was definitely as inexperienced as I initially thought he was.

With the toy still pressed between my thighs, Midoriya braced his hands on my thighs, then he started fucking the toy slow and deep, likely feeling the stretch of the silicon around his twitching length. He probably didn't even know what a real, warm hole felt like... How cute... It was so mesmerizing to watch him fasten his pace desperately while his thrusts got increasingly sloppier, his head hanging low as his hair fell in his face, and he was moaning constantly under his breath.

"You're such a good boy." It escaped me before I could even think to hold back such a lewd compliment.

However, it seemed to give him a greater sense of urgency because he was rolling his hips and reaching deeper and different angles with every thrust in. What happened to catch me off guard, however, was how he looked up at me suddenly, his green hair sticking to his forehead, and he leaned forward to kiss me passionately. His fingers clawed into my knees to hold me still as he sloppily stuck his tongue into my mouth and made an attempt to fight for dominance. I inevitably began fighting back before I ultimately won. He gave in and followed my lead. I smiled against his lips. He was moaning so affectionately, I could have melted and moaned back right then and there if I didn't hold myself back for the sake of seeming like I had more self-control than him.

"Is this what you imagined would happen when you bought this toy, Izu?" I mumbled against his lips.

"No..."

"Mmm... What do you think about when you're fucking it... When you're all alone in your room at night... Chasing your orgasm so you can race to my apartment and act like nothing ever happened..."

He whined.

"Hmmm? Tell me."

"You!" He gasped loudly as he hit a sensitive spot. "I think about fucking you-- Fuck!" His grip on me was starting to hurt, which was how I knew he was close. "I just wanna make you feel good..."

"One of these days, Izu. I promise. Just keep going. You can cum."

He panted into my mouth as he fucked his toy fast and faster and harder and harder until suddenly--

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, I'm cumming, fuck, god, fuck, I can't, fuck!"

I looked down at the transparent fleshlight just in time to see him burying himself deep inside of it as he came hard. His forehead fell against my shoulder. His body shook from being so overwhelmed.

"Keep going," I encouraged. "It'll feel good."

He listened despite his brain being fried. He pulled back a bit, then carefully slid back in while he was shooting the last of his cum out. He shivered and went weak a bit. I barely caught him with my hands under his armpits before he could collapse onto the ground.

“Izuku?” I lifted him back up a bit after he got his feet back under him. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Fuck.” He took in a deep breath to try to relax. “Fuck.”

I tried to find his face under his hair to see if he was really alright and to get a grasp of what happened. Behind his hair, he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes again. “What happened?”

He blushed. “I think I came too hard…”

I laughed.

“It’s not funny!”

I kissed him while I was still laughing. “I told you it’d feel good.”

Before he could kiss me back, I pulled away to help him out of the toy since he was soft now and his legs were shaking. I jumped off the bed to make room for him to lay down. He sighed as he got on his bed, his pants pulled up again to cover himself as he rested and I left his room to clean the toy in a lazy way so that I could set it to the side for now and clean it properly for him later. I set it to dry on top of his dresser.

“This is weird, right?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s weird. Do you?”

“No. I thought you’d think it was weird.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re my best friend. And we just… You know…”

“It’s only weird if you think it’s weird, Izuku.” I rolled onto the tall bed to snuggle up with him. “I liked it.”

He shimmied down so that he could be the smaller spoon in our embrace, so that he could hug my torso and I could kiss the top of his head. “I liked it, too,” he admitted while hiding his face in my shirt.

“Good.” I kissed his hair and let my lips stay there. “I’m glad.”

Now it was time for us to finally rest before our midterm tomorrow. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to think about anything besides him now, but... There was always after the midterm.

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