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hstyleshoney · 4 years ago

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Luck On Tour

A/N: Soo, this is my little thing for @oh-honey-styles HSFICSLAM 2 challenge. I’ve been struggling to write something for a while now and this kind of just caught my attention because it seemed like fun. It’s nothing too serious or fancy. Just a little bit of fun. If one person enjoys it then I’m happy, bc I just had a good time writing again.

Let me know your thoughts, it would mean a lot!!! xx

WC: 2.7K // a cheesy story about good luck charms and love

“You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“What?”

You blinked and turned around to glance at Charlotte who was looking at you with a smug smile. She raised her eyebrows knowingly and nodded her head in the direction you had just been glaring.

“I told you this was gonna happen.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you told her, taking a deep breath, before forcing a strangled laugh from your chest. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Charlotte hummed and tapped her chin, pretending to be deep in thought before continuing. “Maybe because you two have been sleeping together for a couple of weeks now and you won’t admit it’s more than a ‘friends with benefits’ type of thing.”

You opened your mouth to tell her she was wrong, but Charlotte stopped you by putting her hand up and adding; “And now you’ve been glaring at poor Rosie for the last ten minutes for doing his hair - which, you know, is her job.”

“I have not.”

“Sure,” she chuckled mockingly and pressed her lips together to stop herself from grinning. “If you say so.”

Instead of replying you turned around to look at Harry again. He sat across the room from you, getting ready for the last and final show of his tour, with Rosie standing in front of him. Your eyes went to her hands as she ran her fingers through his brown hair and twirled his locks around her fingers to give him a little more definition.

And you had no reason to be jealous - but maybe you were? Just a little bit. Just the tiniest little bit jealous.

Because you now knew just how soft his hair was and that morning you had been the one to soothingly run your hands through it as he rested his head on your chest, cuddling up to you and holding you close.

Still, you really shouldn’t be jealous, because Rosie was only doing her job as his hairstylist and there was absolutely no reason for you to be jealous. None. Nada. Zero.

But then there was also that interviewer who, in your opinion, sat way too close to him and touched his arm a little too often. Laughing and flirting with him like no one else was around. It left a sour taste in your mouth, although you would never admit that outloud. Especially not to Charlotte.

It was only supposed to be a bit of fun. It was never supposed to get to this point. You were only supposed to be the tour photographer. Harry had liked the pictures you had taken of him during one of his Jingle Bell Ball performances a while back. And when his regular photographer wasn’t able to join him on the North American part of his tour, due to a conflict in her schedule, his team reached out and asked if you were available.

You were.

So a couple weeks later you were on a plane, traveling across the Atlantic, and ended up befriending one of the world's biggest pop stars.

How you ended up naked in his bed after the show in Chicago was still something you were trying to figure out.

It kind of just... happened.

One of the crew members had turned 40 and Harry had arranged a big birthday party for him after the show. You weren’t supposed to be working but you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling out your camera, the moment was there and you wanted to capture everyone's good spirits. Harry came up to you, a plate of cake in one hand and a drink in the other, forcing you to take it from him and telling you to put the camera away and have some fun.

One drink turned into another, and another turned into a third, and the third turned into a shot of tequila. It was all just downhill from there.

As the night went on you found yourself being drawn closer to Harry and when his fingers danced across the skin on your thigh you knew there was no going back. An hour later you stumbled into his hotel room, and his hands and lips were all over you as you ripped his shirt from his body before the door was even fully closed behind you.

The next morning you woke up with a raging headache and a belly full of regret because it was terribly unprofessional of you to sleep with the artist you were supposed to be working for. You were sure you were going to be told to pack your bags and go back home.

Of course that didn’t happen and Harry was nothing but sweet. He ordered both of you breakfast and let you sleep off your hangover in his bed while he got himself ready for the day.

Then it kind of just became a thing, because life on the road could be a little lonely and your pink vibrator wasn’t always enough.

It didn't bring you the same warmth Harry did.

And he didn’t seem to mind sharing a bed with you either, even if he sometimes complained about your cold toes rubbing against his legs.

So, really, who were you to say no?

But perhaps you should’ve because now the tour was coming to an end and you had no idea where the two of you stood and the uncertainty of it all was making you jealous of his hairstylist touching him - not ideal.

Which was why you decided to remove yourself from the situation and went to get your camera ready instead. You found yourself a quiet spot in a small corner next to the stage and tried to ignore the immature thoughts about Harry and Rosie running through your mind.

You shouldn't be jealous. It was stupid. Besides you and Harry weren’t anything exclusive. Sure, he made your heart beat twice as fast and made you feel things you had only ever read about in novels before, but you hadn’t told him any of that yet.

And you weren’t really sure how to tell him any of that.

Should you even tell him?

Telling him would make it real and what if he didn’t feel the same... that would certainly be the end of whatever was going on between the two of you.

But it was possible that the end of the tour also represented the end of the two of you, so, maybe you didn’t even have anything to lose by telling him?

You groaned to yourself and ran a hand over your face in frustration, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to drown out your thoughts with the sound from all the screaming fans in the already full-packed arena. The anticipation was high and usually it made your whole body itch with excitement as well, there was just so much love and adoration going around for one person. It was impossible to not be part of it, but tonight it only made your belly twist with anxiety.

You were going to miss it. The loud crowds. The anticipation. The joy radiating off of everyone in the arenas. The ringing in your ears as you got into bed hours later. The sparkle in Harry’s eyes as he looked through the pictures you’d taken and saw the happy faces of his fans.

You were going to miss him. Harry.

It was one of the reasons you hadn’t asked him how he felt about the two of you. If he turned around and said that your late night rendezvous was only a bit of fun while you were on the road... Well, it was something you weren’t ready to hear just yet.

Fuck.

It was also at that exact moment that Harry decided to show up, only a couple minutes before he was due to go out on stage.

“There you are,” he called out when he spotted you, your green trousers and matching striped blazer making you stand out from your little hideout in the dark corner. You watched as he said something to Jeff before making his way over to you. “Been lookin’ for ya for bloody ages - thought I’d have to go on stage without a goodluck from my little ladybug.”

You tried your best to ignore the way your whole body tingled from his little nickname for you; a nickname that started after he noticed the small little ladybug ring you always wore on your right index finger. You had had it since you were twelve and you just couldn’t get rid of it. Ever since you first saw it in the small thrift shop in your hometown it had been your good luck charm.

And once Harry asked about it and learned that you wore it every single day for good luck, he decided it was also the reason why the North American tour had been going so well and didn’t go on stage before you had wished him a good show.

“Well, here I am.”

Harry frowned and stopped in his tracks. You couldn’t look at him, the high waisted trousers and sparkling suit jacket he was wearing made your already racing heart beat even faster.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting ready,” you muttered and nodded down to the camera in your hands. You didn’t mean to sound so bitter but the words fell from your lips before you could stop yourself. “Are you all set for the last show then? Maybe you should go find Rosie again to make sure the hair is good.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it, your cheeks turning hot as the last phrase slipped from your tongue.

That was stupid.

His eyes burned through your skin and you knew there was no way he was going to let your snide little remark go. Stupid stupid stupid.

For a moment you contemplated just making a run for it so you could hide in the lively crowd for the whole show and then simply just disappear into the night, so you wouldn’t ever have to look Harry Styles in the eyes ever again.

But something stopped you.

A low, almost inaudible, chuckle fell from the man in front of you and you glanced up at him just as his lips curled into a small smirk, his dimple appearing on his cheek, and you felt your face grow even hotter. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Harry held his hands up innocently.

“I’m not looking at you in any way,” he said, still smirking, and let his tongue poke out to lick his pink lips.

“Yes, you are! I don’t like that-” you started and waved your finger at him, “Whatever it is you're doing with your face.”

“Are you jealous?” Harry asked, ignoring your frustrated little stomp, and took a step closer to you.

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous,” you said, taking a shaky breath and a step backwards away from him, making both of you disappear in the shadows of the dark corner where you had previously been hiding as he followed and continued to come closer.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“I’m not.”

“It’s fine if you are.”

“You really need to stop or I’ll only snap pictures of you from your worst angles tonight.”

Not that he really had any bad angles but that was beside the point. It was absolutely infuriating how he could see right through you so easily.

Harry laughed and took one final step forward, trapping you between his body and the wall. His familiar perfume washed over you and you wanted to bathe in it forever. He always smelled so damn good, and for a moment you forgot about your childish behavior from a couple seconds ago and let yourself get lost in the green of his eyes

“You know you have nothing to be jealous of, right?” Harry told you and reached out to push a strand of your hair away from your face. His fingers gently brushed across the apple of your cheek, making your heart flutter and head fuzzy. He was no longer smirking at you but his lips were still turned upwards. Instead of the smug smirk he was now looking down at you with a soft smile - the same smile you had gotten so used to seeing first thing in the morning, and you were sure you wouldn’t mind if you got to see it every morning for the rest of your life.

“Do I?” you breathed out nervously.

“Well, when we’re back in London I'm gonna make sure to finally take you on a proper date and-”

“What?”

You didn’t mean to cut him off. It just took you completely off guard and the words fell from your lips before you could think twice about it. “You want to take me out on a date in London?”

That caught him a little off guard.

“Oh,” Harry faltered a little and scratched the back of his neck. For the first time there was a hint of nervousness across his otherwise confident features. “I kind of just assumed we would, eh, we don’t have to- I mean if you, um- if you don’t- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to continue things back home.”

And you probably really should’ve said something then, but you were at a loss for words. It was the first time either of you had ever mentioned something about seeing each other after the tour was done. You finally had an answer to the question that had swirled around in your head for days and had created the uncertainty and jealousy in the first place. Just like that.

You had spent all day trying to decide whether you should tell him your feelings for him had changed and admit you wanted to see him more, and there he was -- already planning for your first official date.

You really needed to say something.

But someone else beat you to it.

“H!” It was Jeff. “You’ve got less than a minute until you have to get on stage, c’mon!”

Harry turned around and gave his friend a thumbs up, to let him know he had heard him, before he looked down at you again.

“Alright, duty calls I guess,” he said and gave you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Again, I’m sorry.”

And you knew you had to say something because you couldn’t let him do his final show thinking you didn’t actually want to continue seeing him. Especially when it was the opposite of what you wanted.

“Wait,” you burst out and reached for his hand to stop him from leaving. “I do. I do want to see you.”

Harry’s dimple made another appearance and there was so much more you wanted to say to him. You wanted to tell him how thankful you were to have met him. How happy he made you. How safe you felt in his company. How you could always be yourself around him. How he actually had no right to complain about your cold feet because his own were even colder.

But Jeff beat you again.

“Harry!” He shouted. “Get your ass over here!”

“We probably shouldn’t talk about this right now,” Harry chuckled and pulled you a little closer, his hand still in yours.

“Probably not,” you mumbled and watched as Harry ran his fingers over your dainty little ladybug ring, before lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. His warm lips lingered for a couple seconds on your skin and you could have melted into a puddle right there and then.

“Wish me luck then,” he smiled, his lips still brushing against the skin on top of your hand.

“You don’t need it.”

“Shhh, don’t ruin it now,” he shushed and shook his head lightly. “S’the last show. I need my ladybug luck.”

“If you need your ladybug luck,” you began quietly and pulled your hand away from his. Harry pouted and reached for your hand to have the little ladybug on your ring between you again, but you were quicker and put your arm around his waist. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

A grin broke out across his face and he didn’t waste any time before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that filled your belly with butterflies. Warmth consumed your whole body as you leaned into the kiss and Harry smiled against your lips. You really could’ve stayed in that moment forever.

“Harry!”

Jeff called his name again.

Harry let out an excessive sigh as he broke your kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. His breath warm on your face and as he pressed his lips to yours again in a short peck you realised you were still smiling as well.

Then he was off to do his final show.

And despite the thousands of ear piercing screams that filled the arena as he entered the stage the sweet little “Good luck” you shouted after him was the loudest one.

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shin-city · 4 years ago

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Attentive Detention [Denki Kaminari x Reader]

a/n: kaminari is aged up to 18! (see end for more notes!)

genre: smut

word count: 3.8k

tags: sexual content, pwp, a sprinkle of dubcon, a pinch of humiliation, degrading, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, quirk play, overstimulation, Denki is a sadist lol

“This is all your fault,” you grumbled, glaring at the back of the blonde head of hair sitting in front of you. He instantly turned around, returning a glare just as icy.

“My fault? You’re the one who can’t take a joke,” he whispered angrily.

You rolled your eyes, dropping your pen that had stilled in the middle of writing, “I will not fight with Denki Kaminari,” for the 59th time out of 100.

“Okay, for the thousandth time- shocking me in the middle of class is not a joke.”

Yes, your classmate had an annoying habit of using his quirk on you at the most inappropriate of times, despite how many times you’d told him to stop doing it. He would always get a kick out of how flustered you’d get before halfheartedly smacking him and telling him off.

You both turned your attention to the front of the classroom once you heard a throat clear, being met with the hard stare of your teacher.

“Surely the two of you haven’t finished your sentences already,” Mr. Aizawa declared, raising a brow at the both of you.

“S-sorry, Mr. Aizawa. I’m almost done,” Kaminari smiled at him, although looking over his shoulder you could see that he’d only written, “I will not fight with y/l/n y/n,” 20 times before beginning to doodle random images all over his paper.

Following your outburst in class earlier that day after Denki had shocked you one time too many, Mr. Aizawa was fed up with the two of you bickering and gave you both detention. He’d lectured you on how it was important for you to get along seeing as you were teammates, and made the two of you promise to stop fighting with each other. He’d also assigned the two of you to write it 100 times each.

Aizawa stood up, eyeing both of you momentarily before shuffling lazily toward the door. “I’m going to the teachers lounge for a bit. I trust that the two of you will behave, because if you don’t,” he mumbled, pausing to glare at both of you over his shoulder. “You’ll be writing those sentences 1,000 times each.” He pulled open the door, adjusting his scarf before making his exit.

Kaminari waited until Aizawa’s footsteps could no longer be heard before spinning around entirely in his desk to face you. He had that signature smirk of his on his face, which could only mean he was up to no good.

“Turn around,” you said firmly. “We’re never gonna hear the end of it if he comes back and we’re arguing.”

He chuckled at that, snatching your pen from your hand and tucking it in his pocket. “Why do we have to argue? Can’t we just talk?”

You clenched your teeth, your hands balling up into fists as you glared at him. You knew you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting you so riled up, but he was so annoying sometimes that it was hard not to.

“Maybe if you didn’t do stupid shit like that, we could just talk,” you spat, holding your hand out in front of him. “Now give it back.”

He looked down at your palm, a sinister smirk on his lips. You should’ve known what was coming next, but you didn’t register it quickly enough and before you knew it he was pressing his index finger against your palm, a small shock diffusing throughout your hand.

“D-Denki!” you whined, immediately pulling your hand away and dramatically clutching it to your chest as if it hurt that badly. It didn’t; in fact, it almost felt... good, but you would never tell him that.

He threw his head back in laughter, but returned his gaze to you in time to see your cheeks flush. That was his favorite part about teasing you.

“It’s not funny,” you mumbled through a bitten lip, grateful for the desk that covered your thighs, which had involuntarily clenched together the moment he touched you.

As Kaminari’s laughter died down, you noticed him staring at you intently, his smirk fading along with his laughter. His eyelids lowered ever so slightly, and this new expression he’d taken on had you blushing even more. His eyes glinted with mischief as usual, but...there was something else...

“Hey, why’re you looking at me like that....,” you seethed, turning to look away from him as you cheeks grew hotter. You tensed up when his hands extended toward you, but you relaxed a little when they grabbed the edges of your desk.

“You know,” he began, leaning over your desk until your faces were just a couple of inches away from each other. “I think you might like when I do that to you.”

Your eyes widened as you gawked at him, sitting back in your seat in an attempt to close the distance between you, but he only leaned in closer.

“What are you talking about? What’s gotten into you?”

It was like a switch flipped in him or something. He’d tease you all the time, yes, but never like this. But Denki had realized something. He’d noticed how your brows furrowed when he touched you...how you tensed up; how you’d whimper his name, practically moaning it. How had he not noticed it before?

You liked when he electrocuted you.

“What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you?”

He smirked as he tightened his grip on your desk, the legs scraping against the floor as he slid it away from you. You didn’t even try to stop him. All you could do was stare pathetically as he moved it until it was no longer between you. The only thing separating you two was the back of his chair, which he slouched over seductively. Slowly, he reached a hand toward you, and you watched in anticipation, frozen in your seat. He gave you ample time to stop him, but you never even attempted to. Before you knew it, his fingertips were brushing against your bare knee, just below your uniform skirt. You could see the electricity buzz around his fingers as he gave you a light shock.

You bit your lip in a failed attempt to hold back a whimper, your thighs pressing together which Denki could now fully see.

“It’s just as I thought,” he chuckled, pulling his hand away and turning back around. You thought he was done messing with you until he spun his whole chair around, now facing you with nothing in between you. He scooted closer and closer, until your knees were almost touching. “You’re so naughty, y/n,” he mused.

Your mouth fell open at his comment, not knowing how to respond. Usually you’d call him a name or two and hit him a couple of times, but that was when he was teasing you playfully. Now, he was teasing you lustfully and your body was responding to him better than your own mouth could.

“I...I...,” was all you could sputter, becoming very aware of the dampness between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you again, your worries about crossing that line with him settling in the back of your mind.

“You what?” he asked, sinister smirk playing on his lips. “C’mon, spit it out. You always have so much to say, don’t you?”

His fingertips graced your knee again as he shocked you, this time giving it a little bit more than he normally did. He was careful not to over do it; testing your limits to see how you’d react to different wattages.

“Denki,” you whined, becoming very aware of the growing dampness between your legs. “Please.”

“Please what?” he retorted. “Tell me what you want.”

You tried to find the words, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything except his hand on you. Even if you could manage to utter a comprehensible sentence, you weren’t even sure what you’d say. You weren’t sure if you were pleading him to go or stop. A part of you knew you shouldn’t be letting things get this far with him, especially in the classroom. But another part of you was eager for more; craving his touch. You were curious as to just how far this would go, as was he.

Following your silence, his hand spread out to firmly grip your thigh, fingertips digging into your flesh as he upped the wattage just a little bit more. That was all it took to break through what was left of your restraint, a moan emanating past your lips before you could stop it. Your thighs clenched once again, this time trapping a part of his hand between them as your body trembled.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched your body shudder under his touch. “Look at you...such a dirty girl.”

Your stomach did somersaults as he stood up, his hand never leaving your skin as he loomed over you. When you lifted your gaze to look at him, his face was only centimetres from yours, his hair tickling your check as he hovered his lips just over your ear. “I wonder...” he began, his free hand now gripping your other thigh. “Just how many times I made you wet from doing this...”

He activated his quirk through his other hand, both of them now shocking your thighs rhythmically. He snickered menacingly as you cried out his name, your hand reaching out to clutch his arm because you felt as though you’d fall over if you didn’t.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.” His warm breath fanned your ear as he whispered sinfully into it, and another series of shocks rattled your body. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Denki...,” you mewled, clutching desperately at his sleeve. “We... someone might walk in.”

“And? What, are you worried someone might see what a little slut you’re being for me right now?”

Kaminari’s fingers inched higher up your thighs, his fingertips now underneath the hem of your uniform skirt. You wondered how far he’d go, because despite your feeble warning about getting caught, you knew you weren’t going to stop him. You both did.

“Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is say so,” he mumbled into your neck before placing a soft kiss on the delicate skin just below your ear. His hands crept further up until they disappeared underneath your skirt, though he no longer shocked you; waiting for you to tell him what he already knew- what you couldn’t deny any longer.

“N-no...,” you uttered, fidgeting as his tongue darted out to lick at your neck. “I don’t want you to stop.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to resume his ministrations on your thighs, buzzing at them more feverishly after your admission had caused his pants to grow tighter. He detached his lips from your neck, peppering kisses across your cheek until he was at the corner of your mouth. He pulled away from you slightly, gazing hungrily at your lips. He desperately wanted to feel them on his, but he wanted you to initiate it. He wanted you to show him just how much you wanted him.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, his tone playful, but demanding as well.

You didn’t hesitate, meeting him halfway and closing the gap between the two of you. You pressed your lips against his, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, and another in his soft, blonde locks. He returned the kiss with fervor, immediately deepening it and sliding his tongue into your mouth. He swallowed your moans, returning them every so often when you’d roll your tongue slowly against his, or when you’d tug at his lip particularly hard. He’d removed his hands from underneath your skirt and placed them on your knees, gripping them needily. He broke the kiss shortly thereafter, attaching his lips to your throat instead.

“Open,” he commanded, tapping at your knees to signal you to open your legs for him. You complied, blushing as you shifted in your seat into the lewd position. You grew even more flustered when he knelt before you, his face right in front of your aching core. He drummed his buzzing fingers back up your thighs, gazing up at you as he gripped the hem up of your skirt and slowly hiked it up towards your hips- just enough to see a peak of your dampening underwear.

You averted your gaze from him when he began to snicker, licking a stripe on your inner thigh. “I can’t believe how wet you are already.”

The way he kept laughing at you had you soaking your panties even more. It was embarrassing yes, but something about his teasing tone sent shivers down your spine and straight to your dripping cunt.

You gasped when Denki pressed his thumb against your clothed clit, rubbing small circles through the wet patch on your panties. Small moans broke past your lips as he played with the speed and pressure, watching your face to gauge your reactions.

“I bet you want me to shock you here, don’t you?” He paused the movements of his thumb and looked up at you, indicating that the question wasn’t rhetorical, and that he was waiting on an answer.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, pathetically grinding yourself against his hand. “Please, Denki, I want it.”

He laughed against your thigh, his hands disappearing under your skirt to grip the waistband of your panties.

“Look at you- begging, and I didn’t even have to ask you to. You really are a slut, aren’t you y/n?” He dragged your panties down your thighs painfully slow, before letting them drop around your ankles. “Say it. Tell me what a little slut you are so that I can treat you like one.”

Kaminari’s hands gripped your thighs firmly as he spread them even further, your dripping heat glistening in front of him like a meal waiting to be devoured, and oh, was he going to devour you.

Your face went crimson at his vulgar words, but you still uttered what he wanted to hear. “I’m a slut, Kaminari. I’m such a s-slut. Your slut.”

“Yeah, that’s right you are,” he mused from between your legs before leaning in to lick along your folds. Your body trembled immediately. He hadn’t even used his quirk there yet, but still you felt like every one of your nerve endings were live wires. He continued to lap at your cunt, relishing in the taste of your essence that had accumulated there. He mumbled something about how sweet you were, but you couldn’t quite hear him over your own moans.

He began to softly flick his tongue against your clit, shocking you both figuratively and literally as he channeled his quirk through his tongue.

“Ohhh my f-, Denki~” you cried out, bucking your hips against his face. He grunted and groaned into your pussy, lapping at you faster and harder and zapping at you just the same. There was no way you were going to last much longer like this, and he could tell you were nearing your climax, prompting him to wrap his lips around your clit and suck- hard, buzzing at the nub with his tongue.

Your hands flew to his mop of blonde hair, tugging at his roots as you ground your pussy against his mouth. “Denki- ahh~, I’m g-gonna c-”

“I know, baby,” he murmured into your cunt. “ Cum for me, my naughty girl. Let me taste you.”

Your mouth fell open and your moans caught in your throat as you teetered on the edge of your climax. The lewd sounds of Denki sucking and licking at your pussy filled the classroom. He shocked you for a particularly long period of time, and that was all it took to push you over the edge. You cried out his name as you came on his mouth and chin, Denki lapping it up diligently.

“So good,” he groaned into your cunt, not letting up even a little bit. “So sweet.”

You tugged at his hair in an attempt to pull him away, your clit feeling over sensitive and over stimulated, but he didn’t budge. In fact, he only devoured you more feverishly.

“W-Wait I... c-can’t, it’s too much Denki,” you mewled, trying to close your legs but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Oh, baby,” he smiled into your pussy, kissing your swollen clit. “Yes you can. Because you’re my little slut, aren’t you? That’s what you said, right?”

He spared you no time to respond, sinking two fingers whirring with electricity into your dripping heat. He pressed them against that soft, spongy spot inside you, rubbing at it as he shocked you rhythmically.

The combination of electricity on both your clit and your g-spot had you seeing stars and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you moaned out for him.

You felt him snicker into your core. “Don’t you think you’re being a little loud? Someone might hear you.”

You weren’t even paying attention as he dragged his free hand down your leg, his fingers hooking around your panties that now hung around one of your ankles. He pulled it off, detaching his mouth from your clit as he did so. You opened your mouth to protest, and he used the opportunity to reach up and stuff your balled up panties into your mouth.

He stood up, slouching so that he was eye level with you, never once ceasing the driving of his fingers into your cunt.

“So cute~” he mused, pushing a third finger into you like it was nothing. “I bet you can taste your sweet little pussy now, too. I’d ask how it tastes...but I guess you can’t answer me, huh...”

You whimpered and whined pathetically around the makeshift gag, saliva dribbling out of the corner of your mouth as your body shook with pleasure. You were so embarrassed, and yet so aroused all at once. It didn’t help that Kaminari darted his tongue out to lewdly lick up the small stream of saliva that escaped your mouth, before pressing his lips to your ear.

“Let’s make you cum one more time, yeah? Before Mr. Aizawa comes back and sees you like this. Though, you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?”

You blushed as you shook your head feverishly and mumbled around your panties, denying the accusation.

“No? Is that why your tight, little pussy clenched around my fingers when I said that?” he snickered, nibbling on your earlobe before growling how dirty you were into your ear.

The blend of his fingers and sinful words had you peaking again, so close to coming, and he could sense it too. He upped the wattage of his fingers just a little bit more, smirking into your skin as you writhed beneath him.

“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned sensually into your ear, stopping to kiss your jaw. “Cum on my fingers like the good slut you are.”

The room filled with the squelching of his fingers pounding relentlessly into you. You reached a hand out to grip his bicep, digging your nails into his arm. He used his free hand to rub furiously at your clit, pushing you over the edge. Before you even knew what was going on, a clear fluid was streaming from your fluttering cunt, soaking your thighs.

He didn’t stop until the squirting did, watching in awe as you spurted out so much.

If you weren’t so dazed by your mind-numbing orgasm, you would’ve been embarrassed. There was no point in being shameful anyway. Denki proudly licked up every last drop from your cunt and thighs.

He suckled on your neck as he waited for you to calm down, your convulsing body settling into a light tremor as you came down from the euphoric feeling.

He pulled the damp panties out of your mouth, and replaced them with his cum-covered fingers, discreetly tucking your underwear in his pocket as you sucked your flavor off of him.

“Who knew you were so naughty,” he smirked at you, his cock growing harder as he took in your drained expression. “Imagine all the fun we could’ve been having.”

He desperately wanted to fuck you; to feel your tight pussy wrap around his cock like it did his fingers. But it’d have to wait for another time, for your teacher would probably be back any minute now.

“Denki...,” you whimpered around his fingers before he pulled them out of your mouth. “That was so-”

Your eyes widened as you heard heavy footsteps trudging down the hallway, a telltale sign that your teacher was returning. Denki found amusement in your horrified expression, grinning wickedly at you.

“I’d keep those legs closed if I were you. Wouldn’t want to give Mr. Aizawa a free show, now would you?” he chuckled, returning your desk to its place in front of you before sitting in his own seat.

He turned around to look at you once more, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, and you’d better hope he doesn’t see what a mess you’ve made, either.”

Kaminari looked down at the floor below you, and your eyes widened in horror as you followed his gaze to the small puddle under you, expanding as more of your essence dripped off of your chair.

He laughed as you brought a hand up to your mouth and gasped, your face flushing crimson. You felt your stomach drop as the classroom door slid open, a groggy looking Aizawa lumbering into the room.

“I take it the two of you behaved,” he grumbled, sitting down at his desk.

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa,” Denki responded confidently, before turning to look at you. “Didn’t we, y/n?”

Aizawa and Denki both looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer.

“Y-yes. We behaved, Mr. Aizawa,” you lied.

Aizawa took notice of how flustered you looked, and how pink your cheeks were. His brows furrowed, head cocking to the side as he stared at you.

“Are you alright? You look a little rattled. He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” he inquired, throwing an accusatory glance at Kaminari.

“N-no, sir. I’m fine,” you assured him, offering him a small smile as you lied once again.

He looked at the both of you suspiciously before clearing his throat. “Well, you two are free to go. You can leave your papers on your desks. Enjoy your weekend,” he muttered, averting his attention to some assignments that needed grading.

You were very aware of the small droplets of liquid that dribbled down your legs as you stood up to gather your things. Denki noticed too, not even trying to not make it obvious. You were just grateful that Mr. Aizawa was too preoccupied to notice.

You left the classroom with unfinished papers and a puddle on the floor, both of which the two of you would probably have to answer to when you returned to class the following Monday. But you both were too excited about the new dynamic of your relationship to care in that moment. All either of you could think about were the inevitable escapades that were surely in your future.

a/n: that escalated quickly 👀 a sequel to this can definitely be expected to come in the near future!

#my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #denki #kaminari #denki kaminari #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #denki smut #kaminari smut #chargebolt

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Hello would you mind writing vets as a music band? And that fans suspect the “normal” relationship of head vocal Levi and bassist Hange? Sorry if my english isn’t writing properly at all.

Mikasa invites him to a No Name concert.

And it's like- whatever, right? Who cares? Jean certainly doesn't.

So what if the girl of his dreams asks him out on a date? It's not like he has been daydreaming about it for the past two years. So what if she offers to see his favorite band in the whole world? He doesn't even like them much. Sure, he knows all their songs by heart but- he doesn't listen to them that often. Only twice or thrice each day. And it's not like his closet hides an insane amount of their merchandise. That is between Jean, his closet and his mother.

He isn't nervous, he doesn't care about the upcoming date. At all. Most certainly, he doesn't spend literal days, obsessing over his outfit. And he obviously doesn't pester Sasha and Connie with questions on how to style his hair.

Most importantly, he doesn't imagine how it would feel to hold Mikasa's hand or maybe even go for a hug or a kiss-

Jean tries not to think about it, his heart starts to beat to fast, when he does, but when he doesn't think about Mikasa, he starts thinking about No Name and the little, tinie tiny fact that he's going to see them in person. That he's going to meet them and maybe even shake their hand, because Mikasa being the gorgeous goddess she is, got them tickets with access to a backstage. It didn't require any kind of effort from her side, since the famed, spectacularly, dreamy Levi Ackerman is Mikasa's cousin, but- Jean doesn't remember sharing his No Name obsession with Mikasa, for obvious reasons - he doesn't want to think that he likes her just because she's Levi Ackerman's cousin, Mikasa is great not because she's an Ackerman, but because she's Mikasa, but- but Jean is so, so grateful that he'll have the chance to see No Name in all their glory.

Of course, he is not at all nervous about meeting his favorite band in person. No, no, he doesn't lose sleep over it, his palms don't turn clammy. Sometimes he feels like he'll combust from anticipation, but he's fine, completely fine.

He just can't wait until that fated day will come.

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When that day rolls around at last, Jean is cool. He's cool, calm, serene.

His hand is greasy from all the times he touched his slicked back hair, and he can't stop tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket, but- but he's cool.

The band that is currently playing isn't that bad - not nearly as talented and awesome, and hot as No Name, but still good. The crowd is bigger than Jean is comfortable with, but today it works in his favor because it prompts Mikasa to hold his hand. Maybe, he'll get that kiss after all. If he continues keeping his cool.

That proves to be just a little harder task when Mikasa announces that they reached the backstage.

Jean can't help it - he gawks around helplessly.

This is it, this is a place where miracles happen, where stars lounge and rest.

This is the place where he'll meet No Name.

Jean can't imagine how this meeting will transpire. Will they like him? Will they agree to make a photo? Will they give him an autograph? Will they think that he's a weirdo who is too obsessed with their music?

All of the above? None of the above?

Jean doesn't know.

There are so many things he wants to say. There are so many things he wants to ask - how can they play with those bandages on? How do they never trip during performances? What is their favorite song to play? What do they do in their free time? What is their favorite food? Are the rumors about Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe-

Okay, no, he probably shouldn't ask that last question, no matter how much he wants to know the answer. And he wants to, so, so much.

The thing is- there are many rumors about No Name. It's not surprising, they are young, famous and extremely hot. These rumors usually exclude the drummer, Mike Zacharias, who is already engaged with a very pretty blonde lady, their stylist. Although, there are some fans who speculate that the engagement is not true, and Mike actually dates their producer, one Erwin Smith, but- Jean usually ignores that type of fans, branding them as freaks.

Now, as far as everyone is aware, nor Levi Ackerman, neither Hange Zoe are involved in any kind of romantic relationships, and that's- that's where the juicy stuff begins.

There aren't many rumors about Hange - some say she's involved with Pieck, the band's make-up artist. Or their manager, Moblit Berner. Or an indie artist, Onyakopon. But that's where the list ends.

Levi Ackerman, however, oh he has a far longer list of lovers. Petra Ral, for example, a rising pop-star - young, talented and so pretty that it hurts. Or Erwin, although on that subject rumors wary - some say that Erwin is the one who got Levi in showbiz, some say that Erwin is his sugar daddy, some say that they're already engaged and even married. The rumors are as varied as they're wrong, in Jean's opinion. Most rumors about Levi are like that. There are even talks about his involvement with Yeager brothers - with the front man of the rival band, Zeke, and Jean's and Mikasa's classmate, Eren. Jean doesn't understand where these rumors even come from, as far as he's aware, Levi hates them both. But- but rumors still exist.

As stupid as they are.

Now, Jean has a different opinion, one that he spends nights defending in chats and forums. Yes, Levi Ackerman has a lover. And no, it's not Petra Ral, Erwin Smith or any of the Yeager brothers. It's Hange Zoe, No Name's bassist.

There are many reasons why he thinks so. Firstly, they are always together. And by always, Jean means always. In photoshoots they stand side by side, during performances they lean against each other, on all kinds of photos - from after-parties to official events, they always touch each other in some way. And that's not all. They spend their vacations together, they hang out at movies, restaurants, museums, their respective instagrams are full of the other's candid photos. And it's a known fact that they share an apartment. Honestly, how much more obvious it can get? Also Jean is pretty sure that one of the songs written by Levi is about Hange, and he has an entire essay, explaining why he's right. He prays to every saint known that Mikasa will never find it. He doesn't want his almost girlfriend to find out just how invested he is in the romantic life of her famous cousin.

As they walk further and further into the magical territory of the backstage, Jean tries to think of something cool to say, something laid-back and easy like 'hey, what's up, guys? I've listened to the couple of your songs, you're not that bad...'

Yes, he decides. That's a good way to start. A cool way to start.

And Jean is cool. And calm.

And- oh my god, there they are, the three of them, already in their costumes, just without the signature bandages. They look even cooler in person. They look even hotter and-

Mikasa squeezes his hand.

"If my asshole cousin says something awful, I'll punch him in the face for you."

God, that is so sweet. So Mikasa. He wouldn't be opposed to anyone getting a punch from her except- her gorgeous cousin. His pretty face should be protected at all costs.

However, as they approach, the face that charmed millions transforms, turning into a quite nasty scowl.

"So that's him?" Levi Ackerman asks (Jean's sick brain, even in that moment, can't help but note that Hange Zoe is standing right behind her band member, a hand laying on his shoulder). "That's the guy you're going crazy about?"

"Yes," Mikasa answers, and suddenly the air grows stiff. "Do you have a problem with that?"

The lines around Levi's mouth harden, and Jean tries to focus on Hange Zoe, while his mind prepares for something not at all pretty, but- Hange is smiling - not smirking, smiling. That is a good sign, right?

"Don't mind the Ackermans," she stage whispers to Jean. "Levi was actually very excited about meeting you."

Right now it's hard to imagine that dark (and still so handsome) face in the expression of excitement, but. Hange knows him a lot more, right?

"Oh and by the way," she giggles, and at the back of his mind Jean wonders if that's how angels sound like. "I'm Hange."

He almost blurts out 'I know' but- that'd be creepy? Or not? He can't decide so settles on a simple nod.

"Jean," he says, taking the offered hand in his. With his hand that isn't holding Mikasa's (they're holding hands, wow!), he shakes Hange's. It's unexpectedly calloused. But still warm and gentle. Not as nice as Mikasa's but... somewhere very close.

"And that is the one and only Levi Ackerman," Hange continues, gesturing to the man in question. "He only looks so scary. But actually," she winks and lowers her voice. "He's the biggest softie you'll ever meet."

The biggest softie Jean has ever met, practically snarls, baring his teeth. But the hand on his shoulder tightens and he instantly relaxes, scoffing in annoyance. Oh, so that's who Hange Zoe is? The one who tames the beast?

"You're not as revolting as her other dates," Levi says. Jean is pretty sure that it was meant as a compliment. "But if you dare to-"

"Oi," Mikasa's face becomes as stormy as her cousin's. "He won't."

"And even if he does," Hange smiles, so handsome and a little scary. "Mikasa knows what to do."

Jean gulps. He has seen Mikasa train that one time. He was very impressed, and a little bit scared. Also a lot aroused.

He knows with ironclad certainty that should Mikasa kick him... his face may not survive it.

"Hange, Levi," a gruff voice behind them calls. Jean lifts his eyes, mouth opening in shock as he sees him in the flash - the third member of Non Name, Mike Zacharius himself. In person... he is even more enormous than on photos. His shoulders are twice as wide as Jean's, and next to Hange and Levi, he looks almost like a giant. "We're starting in five."

"Oh!" Hange covers her mouth with a palm. "I haven't checked my guitar yet. Let's hurry, shorty!"

Hange dashes away instantly, Levi sighs and trudges after her. Mikasa tugs at Jean's hand as well, whispering that they need to go to their places.

Jean nods, absentmindedly, because right in that moment, at the other side of the room he sees Hange and Levi exchange a playful, quick but undeniably a kiss.

Triumph courses through him, firing him up. He knew that he was right, those fuckers from twitter can eat his shit.

Hange Zoe and Levi Ackerman are truly dating.

He wants to know more, wants to ask Mikasa to spare the juicy details, but for now-

For now, Jean has to take care of his date as well.

He interlaces their fingers, and, keeping Hange's words in mind - Ackermans are not as scary as they look - he leans in to press a kiss to Mikasa's cheek and whispers,

"You look fantastic."

Ever so slightly, but Mikasa blushes. It's the best moment of the evening so far.

And, hopefully, there will be more of that.

#levihan #jeankasa #i guess???

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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago

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Enemies

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; You and Spencer have always been at each others throats, what happens when you both finally snap?

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, degradation, choking, hair pulling, impact play, slight exhibitionism

a/n; this is a product of my obsession with early season spencer having a dirty side no one knows about and you can’t change my mind

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You loved your job. You really did. Growing up you knew you wanted to go into a job which would let you help others. That was just who you were, always selfless and ready to spring into action to be there to comfort anyone in need. This made you fit in perfectly with the rest of the team. They were all a family who welcomed you with open arms.

Well all of them except Spencer fucking Reid.

No one on the team knew why there was so much animosity between you two. Being the youngest ones there they figured you’d end up being two peas in a pod. Yeah that didn’t happen. Penelope describes the first time you met being like two cats fighting.

It was the way he always had to be right which just rubbed you the wrong way. Yeah you liked to prove points and make powerful statements but you didn’t make that your whole personality. It was like he lived to cut you off mid sentence just to see you practically blow steam out of your ears.

However being one to never back down, you had to match his energy and mess with him back. It started off simple with little office nuisances like hiding his pens or taking out all the staples in his stapler. But as he caught on, the snarky remarks on his side increased. And you couldn’t let that slide. So you had to up the antics, anything to wipe the stupid smirk off his face.

Everyday you woke up with a mental list on how to piss him off. Sometimes you’d help JJ pass out the files for the day and right when you’d get to Spencer you would lick you thumb to sort out the individual paper knowing about his germaphobic ways. You’d sit in your seat smirking to yourself as he scowled trying not to touch the contaminated edge.

Petty tactics soon turned into heated arguments about the smallest things. Like who was able to call shotgun to drive with Morgan, which usually ended with Hotch making you both sit in the backseat like grounded teenagers. You felt bad for the increasing lines on his forehead you knew the both of you caused. But it was never your fault, Spencer started it so you had to finish it.

Today was no different. You had flown out to a case in California. During the flight the younger members sat in the four seats facing each other with Spencer sitting on the couch in front of it, while Hotch and Rossi sat in the seats towards the back discussing Jack’s soccer team.

“Last time I was in L.A. was for spring break in college. I met a pretty girl, had some fun. I wonder what she’s up to,” Emily said casually.

Morgan extended his fist for her to bump then spoke out, “Pretty Ricky over here had some lovin the last time we were here too,” he said ruffling Spencer’s hair. He scrunched his nose trying to tame the brown locks which now reached his shoulders.

JJ spoke up from digging into her bag of cheetos, “Yeah, Lila right? Did anything ever happen after?”

Spencer cleared his throat before speaking up, “N-nothing happened after we kissed. I saw her again and that’s it.”

You picked up your head from resting on Emily’s shoulder, “What couldn’t get it up genius?” you snickered. The girls made noises of disgust while you and Morgan laughed.

“For someone so hot that was certainly cold mama,” he said shaking his head.

You looked over to see Spencer glaring at you, his brown eyes turned into little slits, to which you smiled and closed your eyes sleeping on Emily’s shoulder for the remainder of the flight.

It had been three days since the case had started. You were dealing with someone who was killing older women, obviously surrogates for a maternal figure or lack of. With Penelope’s expertise you were able to find who it was but now you needed the reason behind it. The rest of the team was out searching his house and job, which he hasn’t visited for the past month. Hotch had made you and Spencer stay back to look at victimology and dig deeper with Garcia to find something about his life.

Safe to say you guys were not seeing eye to eye about the unsubs motive. While you believed he was killing them because of his mother’s absence in his childhood, Spencer came to the conclusion that it was because she was too controlling over his life and manipulated him. You had both approached Hotch and he sided with Spencer on this. You couldn’t help but shoulder check him as you walked out of the conference room.

After that, the last part was to catch the unsub which you were all involved in the take down. Luckily it went by smooth as Derek was able to deescalate the situation. It was late at night and the team decided to wait and fly back in the morning. Having one last night in the hotel you decided to get a few snacks from the tiny pantry that was in a room around the corner from yours and watch a movie before bed.

While you were bent over picking out some chips you heard the door open and footsteps approaching. You quickly got up and started apologizing for being in the way until you saw who it was.

“Oh it’s just you,” you said rolling your eyes and looking back at the snacks.

He scoffed before responding, “Listen Y/n I know you’re mad Hotch sided with me instead of you but at least be a little mature.”

You stood up pointing your finger at chest, “Listen Spencer,” you said mocking his words, “I know you’re a submissive little bitch who lives for approval, so why don’t you go suck Hotch’s dick some more and leave me alone.”

You were about to turn around again when his hand grabbed you by the wrist you had pointing at him. He pulled you to his chest, leaning down so your faces were inches apart.

“I dare you to say that again.”

You gulped as he spoke. You had never been this close to him. You could feel his breath on your face as you inhaled the scent of his sweater. Peppermint. Your eyes trailed from his wet pink lips up to his caramel eyes which were boring into yours. You didn’t know how much time passed until he spoke again.

“Who’s the submissive little bitch now,” he said emphasizing by switching his grip. His hand let your arm go and instead found its place in the back of your head, cocking you back by your hair to strain your neck to look up at him. You let out a whimper at the pain cursing in your scalp.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Your breathing was getting heavy and he wasn’t even doing anything. Of course he noticed much to your dismay.

“Oh don’t tell me this is turning you on,” he cooed lowly.

You sucked in a breath, trying to rub your thighs together in search of friction. He looked down and saw you shifting your weight on your feet, an evil smile on his face.

“I bet you’re just soaking through those little pajama shorts,” he said leaning to whisper in your ear. His unoccupied hand drifted down between your legs, rubbing on your clothed heat. You nodded as you huffed out a sigh.

“Tell me what you want.”

You could feel your face get hotter than it already was. Your throat was dry from the anticipation building up, “I want you Spencer.”

“I know you can do better than that sweetheart.”

You almost moaned at the name. It took everything in you to muster up the courage to ask him such a lewd request.

“I want you to fuck me Spencer,” you all but whined, “I want it so bad. Please! Make it hurt sir.”

With that he let go of your hair and stepped away as if nothing happened. He looked you up and down, taking in how disheveled you looked.

“Go to your room and wait for me at the edge of the bed with nothing on. Leave the door open so I can get in. You have 5 minutes.” With that he turned on his heel and left.

You were gaping like a fish for a while until his words sunk in you dropped the snacks in your hands and speed walked into your room. You chucked off your slippers in a corner and peeled off your sweater and shorts. You were about to remove your bra when he walked in and closed the door, making sure the ‘do not disturb’ sign was on the handle.

He strode over to where you were you kneeling. He grabbed your jaw in his hand while the other went to his belt.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see a single fucking piece of clothing on you.”

“I’m sorry sir,” you tried to whimper out.

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it. You wanted me to make you hurt? I’ll make it hurt princess.” You knew he was a man of his word. And that was a promise he was going to make sure he followed through on.

“Bend over the bed.”

You got up quickly not trying to further anger him. You debated turning around to look back at him. The sound of clothes dropping to the floor had you shaking in anticipation.

He approached you placing one hand in the center of your back, making you instinctively arch it, your clearly soaked panties on display for him to see. He had his belt in his other hand which he trailed on your behind. You weren’t ready for the blow. The surprise impact made you let out a moan.

“Fuck Spencer,” you mewled.

You heard the belt whizz in the air before you felt the impact, “Who?”

“Sir! Please fuck me already,” you basically sobbed out.

He dropped the belt and hooked his fingers into your panties, tugging them down hastily, “Yeah say it louder. Let the whole floor know who makes you such a fucking mess. Who’s slut are you?”

His hands dipped into your folds gathering you dripping essence before spreading it around and teasing your entrance with his finger.

“You, sir! I’m your slutty mess,” you could feel the tears starting to slip past your eyes and he had barley spanked you.

You let out a whine of dissatisfaction when he removed his fingers. However just ask quickly you felt his throbbing cock line up with your soaking cunt. You could feel inch by inch as he slid in slowly. You hissed at the stretch and he let out a groan and silent curse. That was the only peace he have you before he started fucking you with a quick pace.

The moans were slipping out of your mouth but you tried to hide them by biting on the cotton sheets. Spencer was having none of it. He pulled your head up by your hair, using it as leverage as he rammed into you from behind.

“Such a greedy fucking cunt. Take my cock like the perfect fucking whore you are,” he gritted out. His harsh words lit you aflame. You swore you could cum from them alone.

“Harder sir fuck! I need it,” you were moaning in between sobs. He was hitting a spot you never knew you had inside you. You knew no matter how hard you tried to replicate it later, nothing could compare.

Without slowing his pace he lifted one of your legs onto the bed. Your knee was digging into the sheets as he kept his bruising pace. You wanted faster so he complied. You could feel the marks forming on your hip where he was holding onto you.

You knew there would be a noise complaint sent to your room. The sound of skin slapping and your desperate moans bounced off the walls. However Spencer wasn’t quiet himself, the groans he let out behind you were driving you mad.

He could feel your walls clenching on his cock. The hand on your hair shifted to your throat as he started to add pressure. Broken moans were having a hard time slipping out of your lips.

“That’s it princess. You wanna cum for me?”

You tried nodding the best you could letting out a broken “Please”. He let up the pressure on your throat, letting you take in air.

“Please,” he mocked how desperate you sounded and laughed, “be my good little slut and cum all over my cock.”

His hand slipped down to your aching clit rubbing quick circles. With a few more thrusts of his length perfectly hitting your cervix you came. The breath was taken out of your lungs. You trembled as he continued to search for his release, stars prickling behind your eyes. He never let up on your clit. The overstimulation quickly building up a second orgasm.

“Sir I ca-can’t take it,” your hand reaching back to try and stop his thrusts. You knew you could. You were drowning in the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“You can and you will,” he said pinning your hand behind your back. You trembled as you came for a second time. You let out moans of his name and curses, which triggered his release.

He stilled his movements, spilling his warm seed inside your aching cunt. He stayed there for a minute as you both caught your breathes. You sighed at the loss as he pulled out. You could feel your mixed release dripping down your thighs.

He reached down to grab his boxers and pulled them up. You felt him walk away for a minute then return with a damp towel to clean you up.

“Can you stand?” he asked and you nodded pushing yourself up to avoid adding pressure on your surely red behind.

While he helped you pull on a tshirt you heard a knock on the door.

“We will talk about this tomorrow agents.”

Fuck. You shared a look of wide eyes before groaning. That was going to be an interesting conversation.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #mgg smut #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler x reader #chellewrites

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evanescentjasmine · 4 years ago

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Writing Egypt and Egyptian Characters: Rusty Quill Gaming Edition

I’ve finally caught up with the Cairo arc of Rusty Quill Gaming, which I was anticipating and dreading both. Fiction set in my country usually reduces it to a caricature of itself, especially when it takes place in the Victorian era, but considering everything they’ve said in their metacasts I was hoping Rusty Quill Gaming was the exception.

It wasn’t.

I’m aware the game world plays fast and loose with history and setting, but the problems in this case are more than just inaccuracies. However, because I want to help fic writers and artists be able to portray Hamid and his family well, this resource will be split into two parts. The first part will tackle details I’ve been asked about with regard to the setting; it may touch on things RQG went wrong, but I’m writing it primarily as a resource for artists and writers. The second part will be my criticism of RQG, and why I found the Cairo arc actively harmful. This includes discussions of Orientalism and some racist text.

I should also preface this by saying I’m not a historian. Everything I say in this resource is a combination of what I grew up with and what I remember from school, supplemented by Google and guesswork. I’ll be explaining my thought process throughout, which can help you see what’s actual history and what’s my extrapolation.

Part One: On Egypt

Historical Context:

Figuring out the history of Egypt in RQG terms is a bit complicated, so bear with me because this will take a while.

In real-world history, Egypt was a Roman then Byzantine province from 30 BC to around the mid 600s AD, at which point the Arab conquest swept through and Egypt became Muslim.

What this means is that when the Meritocrats took down Rome and took over the world, Egypt was still a Roman province. That gives us a several hundred year gap before the Arabs that may have maintained the same culture? Or morphed a little back to some pre-Ptolemaic Ancient Egyptian, given their Meritocrat, Apophis, is named after a great Pharaonic serpent?

Either way, given Hamid’s name and the fact they live in Cairo, the city built by the Arabs, we can assume the Arab conquest still happened somehow, despite having a Meritocrat in Egypt. Maybe a Meritocrat out there is Arab and settled in Egypt for a bit with or before Apophis? Maybe it took a couple-hundred years for the Meritocrats to get all the previous Roman areas under control? Maybe there was a whole war and the Arabs won and settled and eventually they got to a truce or got absorbed into Meritocratic lands?

Many Muslim dynasties ruled throughout the period from the mid 600s to the 1500s. Given the lack of Islam in this world, probably the Arabs were unified by some Pre-Islamic deity/deities and brought them over as well, because I refuse to just sweep everything under the broad Greek God rug.

In the 1500s, another Muslim dynasty took over--this time, from outside of the country, which is why it’s considered separate from all the rest. At this point, Egypt became part of the Ottoman Empire until the 1800s, which is when the Mohammed Ali dynasty started to try and secede and rule independently. And there was a brief blip of the French occupation for two years around then as well.

And, of course, we can’t forget about British colonisation, which started in the late 1800s with a veiled protectorate.

Presumably, since France and Britain are also Meritocratic and it seems like Apophis is currently ruling, we can disregard everything from the Ottomans onward. This changes, or should change, a ton, because Ottoman rule informed a lot of things from fashion to slang to nobility and so on.

What we’re left with is most likely a Cairo that is still Arab but with much more Pharaonic influence, as Apophis is in charge, as well as continuing Greek influence due to the Gods. I am not a Coptic Christian, so I cannot speak to how these changes in history and religions would affect the Coptic language and culture, but no doubt it would still be around.

There would also be a bigger, more long-standing connection to other Meritocratic countries. This explains why Hamid was British-educated and so many people speak such good English without a British occupation to create the power disparity that would make that necessary to rise in Egypt and such a mark of status.

However, this presents several confusing and contradictory aspects of the world building:

Why doesn’t this go both ways? Why aren’t there people in England and France who know Arabic or are influenced by Egypt? All we get is that the Tahan family are big. That’s it. If these countries are equals, it sure doesn’t look like it.

If Apophis is pharaonic and Ancient Egyptian culture and knowledge are so ubiquitous...why would they hollow out a pyramid to put a bank inside? It’s a tomb. It’s made to bury dead kings in a way that follows possibly still-existing cultural and religious beliefs. It’s the equivalent of someone building a bank inside a mausoleum. It’s bizarre.

Relatedly, if Ancient Egyptian culture and knowledge are so ubiquitous, why is Carter mentioning the Rosetta Stone? Why would the knowledge necessary to translate hieroglyphics have been lost?

I mention these questions so fic writers can keep them in mind while writing and, of course, it’s entirely possible to create a workaround. For example, maybe the Rosetta Stone is supposed to be translating something else, like an ancient hidden magic?

Describing Cairo:

I want to make one thing very clear: Cairo is not, despite Alex’s description, like Vegas. While we do certainly have hotels and casinos, to reduce the city to only that is very harmful for reasons I’ll go into at the end of this resource.

Cairo is a very old city with a mix of architectural styles and is very heavily Muslim in real life. In Arabic, its tagline is often “city of a thousand minarets,” so clearly RQG Cairo will be fairly different. Given Apophis’ influence, Ancient Egyptian styles might be more prevalent in Cairo, but very likely not in the form of pyramids unless those pyramids were for the dead. In real life, some buildings do incorporate Ancient Egyptian flavour, usually just in the form of lotus columns or hieroglyphs. These would only be found in public institutions, however, or, frankly, tourist-bait.

Residential buildings tend to be clustered very close together and, since it’s an old city, streets are crowded and winding as the city keeps building on itself and spilling out of its previous bounds. Estates do, of course, exist, but I’d suggest against using Bryn’s example of Alhambra as a setting for the Tahan home. Alhambra is a palace fortress in Spain and, although it’s Andalusian and therefore influenced by Muslim architecture, it’s very different than anything in Egypt. It’s as absurd as saying a posh British character lives in a house that’s basically Versailles and leaving it there. I’ve included images of some Egyptian residential estates below, all from the 1800s to early 1900s.

And here are some photos of Cairo in the 1800s:

As you can see, not quite Vegas.

A fic set in Cairo can certainly still have the Cairo strip with all the casinos, since that’s an aspect of canon, but a place like that would probably be geared more to tourists and foreigners than locals. So long you’re aware of this while writing, and that Cairo would exist beyond it, you should be fine. It might also be worth having characters explore the actual city.

Weather:

The stereotype is that Egypt is just hot and sand year-round. It isn’t. The further south you go, the hotter it will get, so that Upper Egypt (which is in the south, yeah), is hotter than Lower Egypt, which is where Cairo and Alexandria are. Alexandria, by virtue of being on the Mediterranean, has fairly cold (for us) and rainy winters and mild, humid summers. Cairo gets very occasional rain and has harsher summers but is also dryer.

And, of course, a thing to remember is that even in the depths of the desert, the morning might be quite warm but the night will be quite cold as well.

Sandstorm season (called khamaseen) takes place from April - May but in the middle of Cairo it’s more of an annoyance than anything else.

Language:

Since they speak Arabic, it’s important to note that spoken Egyptian Arabic is very different from written Classical Arabic. Egyptian is a mishmash of Arabic, Coptic, a bit of Greek, and a bit of French (and, in the real world, some Turkish too) all smashed together. Accents differ from city to city, and Cairene Arabic is best known for the fact we pronounce the letter jeem as geem (so all soft Gs are turned into hard Gs) and tend to replace the letter qaf with a glottal stop.

This means that a Cairene wouldn’t be called Jamal, they’d be Gamal. A Cairene would pronounce burqa as bur’a.

Since religion plays a big part in language, RQG Egyptian Arabic may be a bit different. For instance, the greeting most people associate with Arabic is “Assalam alaykum” but that’s very specifically Muslim or at least associated with Islam, and might not have been as wide-spread given...y’know, that Islam doesn’t exist. I’m not saying it’s incorrect to use, just explaining the context.

Alternatives could include “Sabah/masa’ el-kheir” which means “Good morning/evening,” and “Naharak/Naharik saeed” which is, “May you have a good day.”

Fashion:

Although this didn’t really feature in RQG, I’ve received a lot of questions about the period’s fashion and honestly it’s my favourite thing ever so I probably would have touched on it anyway. I’ll only go into broad strokes, as there are plenty of regional variations and, again, I’m no expert

Women

Egyptian women covered their heads and sometimes their faces not out of religiosity but out of a cultural expectation of modesty. This may well have come about as a result of the Arab/Muslim cultural majority, as to my knowledge this wasn’t the case in the Greek and Roman periods, but women of all religions covered their heads so that would likely still be the case in RQG’s Arab Egypt.

This isn’t with the hijab we know today. It may have been a cloth or kerchief tied over their heads and then the melaya laf (which is larger cloth, almost a sheet) that they wrap around themselves and over their head, as follows:

The black face-covering was called a burqa or bur’a (not the same as a Muslim burqa, which serves similar modesty functions but is a separate thing) or a yashmak and may have been opaque black, white, or netted, such as in this picture:

Underneath the melaya they would be wearing a long, loose, patterned dress:

Upper class Egyptian women tended to wear Western dresses with a white yashmak that covered their faces and heads. A yashmak is Turkish, however, and without Ottoman influence this style and name might not have caught on in Egypt.

Men

While the melaya laf and yashmak have disappeared from Egypt, the traditional men’s gallabeya and ammama, or turban, are still seen widely today. The gallabeya (or jellabiya, outside of Cairene Arabic) is a long, loose garment with wide sleeves and no collar. It’s in muted, neutral colours, usually lighter ones like white or beige in the summer and navy blue or grey in the winter. You’ll have seen examples of it in the pictures of Cairo above, and here’s another one:

Middle to upper class men and civil servants, however, tended to wear English suits with a tarboosh, or fez. Since fezzes were also a result of Ottoman rule, RQG Egyptians might not wear them.

And yes, impressive moustaches were also very much the fashion.

Names:

The running joke is that Hamid’s name is unnecessarily long, but my name is longer, and I don’t think that’s particularly unusual. We don’t usually go around introducing ourselves with all of them, admittedly, and I’m not sure whether Hamid does this as a way to indicate he’s overly fancy or because Bryn doesn’t realise it, but four names is not long. My ID boasts five, and I know of at least one more.

Arabic naming conventions use patronymics for all children, regardless of gender. What this means is that my name and my brother’s name is identical except for our first.

Mine is Jasmine + Dad’s name + his dad’s name + his dad’s name + his dad’s name

And my brother is also First name + Dad’s name + his dad’s name + his dad’s name + his dad’s name.

Egyptians do not typically have last names, but an important family may all choose to identify under a name and use that as their last, such as the Tahans. In my case, I use my fifth name as my last name and introduce myself in everyday life as Jasmine Fifth Name. Notably, my brother does not, and goes by First name + Dad’s name instead. This isn’t unusual. On paperwork, however, we still have the same name.

Additionally, Egyptian women do not take their husbands’ last names in marriage, nor do children take any of her names.

I’m not sure why, according to the wiki, Hamid’s sisters seem to have taken their mother’s name. Following Arabic naming conventions, they would all be First Name Saleh Haroun al Tahan, and their father would be Saleh Haroun al Tahan. A possible workaround might be that halflings have their own naming conventions that mean daughters have matronymics and sons patronymics.

A note to podficcers: please google name pronunciations beforehand because Alex and Bryn’s are actually often wrong. Ishak, for instance, is not pronounced Ee-shak. It’s Iss-haaq or Iss-haa’, because of quirks of the Egyptian accent I mentioned earlier.

Part Two: Criticism

I understand it can be difficult to portray a country different from yours with accuracy. I understand the RQG crew will not have had the perspective on Egypt and Cairo that I do by virtue of living here. I do also acknowledge that I’m sure none of this was actively malicious or on purpose.

But it doesn’t have to be on purpose to hurt, frankly, and given how often the RQG crew have talked about their responsibility with a game that’s intended for an audience, I expected better. Bryn has spoken about not wanting to fall into stereotypes for Hamid and, to be fair, by being a non-religious fancyboy Hamid does neatly avoid the religious zealot and the noble (or ignoble) savage routes. Unfortunately, he falls into another, which was hammered home by the portrayal of Cairo and the Tahans as a whole.

Our first glimpse of Cairo, after the sandstorm clears, describes it as “basically Vegas,” with hotels and garish casinos catering to the rich all along the “Cairo strip.” From then on, our only other images of Cairo are vast estates and a pyramid in the desert.

The only named Egyptians we meet are the Tahan family, who are introduced through an absurdly lavish estate compared to the palace fortress of Alhambra, a gambling problem that apparently runs in the family, murder, and corruption, as the head of the family who has already covered up a crime for one son then turns himself in to protect the other.

Then, to top it all off, Hamid is apparently utterly incapable of understanding why letting his brother get away with murder is an issue until the paladins point it out.

Do you see the pattern, here?

I understand this was aiming to be a criticism of the rich and powerful, but the fact remains that the Tahans are the only representation of Egyptians we get. While this may not be harems and hand-chopping levels of Orientalism, the image presented is of Cairo as a den of excessive wealth and vice, and Egyptians as corrupt and immoral.

This isn’t new.

The Middle East and North Africa (as well as India and China and everywhere else considered “the Orient”) has often been tied to images of wealth and overt splendour, usually hand-in-hand with the Oriental despot and corruption. This view went beyond just fiction and influenced the policies with which we were ruled.

Cromer, Consul-General of Egypt, wrote books called Modern Egypt. He had this to say about us:

“The mind of the Oriental, on the other hand, like his picturesque streets, is eminently wanting in symmetry. His reasoning is of the most slipshod description. . . . They are often incapable of drawing the most obvious conclusions from any simple premises of which they may admit the truth.”

In his opinion, our inability to follow logical reason led to us being inherently untruthful and, therefore, immoral. Similarly, British statesman Balfour was of the belief that:

“Lord Cromer’s services during the past quarter of a century have raised Egypt from the lowest pitch of social and economic degradation until it now stands among Oriental nations, I believe, absolutely alone in its prosperity, financial and moral.”

Egypt was under British colonial rule from 1882 - 1952.

You can see, I hope, why a storyline focused on an Egyptian family’s corruption in an Egypt characterised almost entirely by its casinos and one lavish mansion was very uncomfortable. The fact Azu was one of the people trying to explain morality to Hamid keeps it from sliding into a clear East vs West dichotomy, but the fact remains this is a British show featuring British players and this is the story they chose to tell.

The rest was just salt in the wound, really.

I expect mispronounced names and pyramids and jokes about camels in most media, but rarely do the makers of said media then go on to pat themselves on the back for doing their “due diligence” on a metacast about sensitivity.

I see weird naming conventions and mispronounced names and “basically Vegas” and “crocodile steak” and “camel’s milk froyo” and I do not see due diligence.

I see a setting that barely looked past Cleopatra and I do not see due diligence.

I see a storyline that shows only excess and immorality and corruption and I do not see due diligence.

I see a disregard for me and mine, and I do not appreciate it.

Literature I’ve referred to in writing this criticism:

Orientalism (1978), by Edward W. Said

Orientalism in the Victorian Era (2017), a paper by Valerie Kennedy

Orientalism in American Cinema: Providing an Historical and Geographical Context for PostColonial Theory (2010), a thesis by Samuel Scurry

Popular Culture, Orientalism, and Edward Said (2012), an article by Robert Irwin

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pairing || Poe Dameron x Reader

summary || Sometimes it takes a crash and the fear that your best friend is dead to finally admit that you love his stupid ass.

word count || 3,466

warnings || language, allusions to sex, minor injuries, lots of teenage makeout sessions lmao

a/n || I rewatched the sequel trilogy and was reminded of my intense love of Poe Dameron, so this kind of just... happened. My first Poe fic, too, so I tried to nail his sarcastic, teasing personality but I don’t know how well I did. Let me know what you think!

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“Poe?” You called out, your hands cupped around your mouth in a vain attempt to amplify your voice through the trees. “Poe, where are you?!”

It had been hours since you crashed on this godforsaken planet, the smell of smoke and overheated metal rousing you from your unconscious state. The first thing you noticed after the awful smell was pain. Your calf was killing you, the pain radiating up through your entire leg from a long gash that thankfully wasn’t bleeding too badly. It just hurt like a bitch.

Panic lanced through you when you realized your hot-headed pilot was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t a single trace of him. No blood, no tattered clothes, no nothing. He was just gone. Fear thickened in your throat like glue, your lungs seizing under the weight of it. Still, you busied yourself with fixing what was left of the radio. Poe would be pissy if he came back and you hadn’t at the very least gotten a distress signal to the Resistance.

When he came back.

Poe would be back.

But then the radio was repaired and you managed to salvage some supplies from the wreckage of your precious ship - and Poe still wasn’t back. Enough was enough, you decided. Forget your fucked up leg, your pilot was out there somewhere, possibly in worse shape than you and in desperate need of help. So you found a branch that had been ripped from its tree when your ship met its untimely demise and tucked it under your arm in a makeshift crutch and got to hiking.

It was way more painful than you had expected. Each step had a sharp stab of fire-like pain bringing a wince to your face, but it seemed like the longer you walked, the more your body grew acquainted with the wound. It still hurt like hell, but the worry for Poe was far greater. The further you went, the more you really began regretting the choice to come on this mission. Your presence wasn't even entirely necessary - it was a damn supply drop for Maker’s sake. But when Leia herself asked you to have Poe’s back (and keep his pretty little ass out of trouble), you couldn’t very well say no.

Boy, was she going to get an earful if you got back.

When. When you got back.

“Poe, you shithead!” You screamed, your voice echoing off of the trees even through the rain. “I’m gonna leave your ass here, I swear! Where are you?!”

You barely heard it, the sound of his voice calling out your name. Hope lit in your chest, burning hotter than the pain that was now entirely forgotten as you took off through the trees, expertly dodging branches and raised roots as you went. His name fell from your lips over and over, hope falling away into relief when you realized his voice was growing closer.

The sight of Poe Dameron always took your breath away - not that you would ever admit that. It didn't matter when, it didn't matter the circumstance. He was too pretty for his own good, all sharp angles and dashing smiles. Even when you were at your grumpiest, usually as you sipped your coffee during morning briefings that always felt earlier than the last, his presence eased the heaviness that plagued your shoulders.

This time, it was infinitely more intense. Maybe it was the desperate way he crashed through the treeline. Maybe it was the huge grin that broke out across his face when he locked eyes with you. Maybe it was the way his arms immediately opened to embrace you and lift you from the ground, disbelieving laughter rumbling through his chest. Whatever it was, it had tears building in your eyes. For a moment, everything else was forgotten. The two of you weren’t stranded without a functional ship, you weren’t filled with fear and adrenaline, there wasn’t a painful gash in your leg. You were just in the arms of the one person who could make this whole shitshow a little bit better.

Out of nowhere, your relief gave way to fear. Sharp, debilitating, all-encompassing fear. You could have lost him. Poe could have died, or you could have died, and you wouldn’t have told him - fuck, he never would have known. Holy shit.

“Did you really have to call me a shithead, though?” Poe laughed as he put you down, his eyes sparkling with amusement. The gasp you let out when your feet touched the ground had that amusement disappearing, though. “Shit, what happened? How bad is it?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” You managed through the heaviness that clamped around your throat. Poe didn’t believe a single word that came out of your mouth, obvious by the way he sighed and shook his head. He ignored your protests and the way you slapped at his shoulders when he quite literally scooped you up. “Fuck, Poe, I said I’m fine -”

“You’re bleeding, you aren’t fine.” He gruffed out, readjusting his grip at your knees carefully. “Which way is the ship?”

The standoff only lasted a few moments, the both of you glaring at each other and waiting - Poe waiting for you to at least nod in a direction and you waiting for Poe’s dramatic ass to put you down. Of course, Poe won. When didn’t he? All it took was the jerk of your chin and Poe set off, grunting every now and then with the effort.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” You whispered a few moments later. That fear was still rolling in your stomach. No matter how hard you tried to swallow it down, it still threatened to choke you up.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you know me. I’m tough as nails.” Poe laughed. He cleared his throat quietly when he saw the tears still gathered in your eyes. “Seriously, I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

The endearing term made your heart flutter. Pet names fell from Poe’s lips like second nature, you were used to it. Blame the leftover adrenaline, but this time it hit differently, right in your chest. Without thinking, you reached up and brushed his sweat-dampened curls back from his forehead gently, careful not to accidentally tug with all the jostling as he carried you. Your lower lip trembled. “We could’ve died.”

“I know.” Poe’s eyes hardened. “I know, I’m so sorry.”

“Poe, it wasn’t your fault.” You chastised gently, your fingers automatically carding through his hair and gently untangling it. He leaned into your touch slightly and a small smile graced your lips. “You couldn’t have known this would happen.”

“You told me to take the northern route, I should’ve listened -”

“Come on.” You sighed. Always so hard on himself, this one. “I literally argue with you about everything. That’s what we do, you dork. There’s no actual difference between the north route and the west route and we both know that.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Poe smiled softly down at you and your breath caught in your throat again. Damn it. The man really was gorgeous, even with the guilt that still lingered on his face.

“I wasn’t bitching at you or trying to say you got us into this, okay? I… I just realized that you… fuck, Poe.” Words failed you. Or rather, you failed your words. They were there. They had been there from the very beginning, but the overwhelming fear of losing his friendship choked the words from you time and time again.

You didn’t even realize you were back at the wreckage of your ship, too in your head to pay attention to the world around you. Poe set you down gently in the grass, apologizing quietly when you hissed in pain. Now that you weren’t adrenaline soaked and desperate to find him, your body was all too happy to let the pain flare back up.

“Let me get the bacta from the med kit,” Poe murmured, leaving your side for just a moment. He seemed just as anxious as you were, the idea of being apart making both your stomachs turn. Even just a few moments, even just a few feet of distance, it was too much. Poe kneeled at your side and easily tore the remainder of your pants from your calf, the comfortable material now only reaching just above your knee.

Cleaning the gash was no walk in the park, but the moment the bacta touched your inflamed, angry skin, you sighed. That shit was magic, no doubt about it. Nonetheless, Poe was still careful as he wrapped your calf, his every touch slow and gentle and the memory of the last time the two of you were like this bubbled to the forefront on your mind. The roles were reversed, of course, because it was almost always Poe making daringly stupid choices and ending up wounded, but you had been so scared of making the blaster wound to his shoulder worse that your hands shook.

There had been a gentle trust in his eyes when Poe reassured you that he was okay, that you would do just great. His normally confident voice became meek as he whispered that you were the only one he trusted to fix him up, so you better get to it. That was Poe. Always trying to cover up vulnerable moments with humor. But that sparkle of humor was nowhere to be found as he settled himself next to you. Hell, he could barely keep eye contact with you.

“What...what did you realize?” Poe whispered. Something in the way he was looking at you told you that he knew already, fear and hope and anticipation all plain on his face. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, something you had come to recognize as a nervous habit.

You drew in a deep breath, steadying yourself against the racing of your heart and the excitement that buzzed through your veins. It lit you up from the inside out, the very idea of finally, fucking finally, saying the words you had been itching to say for far too long. “I realized that we could’ve died before I told you how much I love you.”

Poe let out a shaky breath, those full lips parting and closing around words that couldn't seem to find their way into existence. A fleeting moment of panic wound its way through your chest at the idea that you had misread this whole thing, constricting your lungs in a vice-hold that threatened to choke the life out of you, but it was washed away by the sudden press of his lips against yours. On the many occasions you imagined what it would be like to kiss Poe Dameron, you envisioned it to be all teeth and gasping passion, but the reality was so much better than anything else your brain could have dreamed up.

Poe kissed you like you were the most precious thing he had ever had the privilege of holding in his hands. Your eyes fluttered closed the moment his lips brushed yours, a soft and reverent touch that pulled a wrecked sound from him. He leaned back, breaking the gentle embrace of your lips to study your face. There was a small crease between his eyebrows where he had them furrowed and you couldn't help but reach up to rub at the space with your thumb.

The smile that broke across his face was brighter than any sun in the galaxy and he pulled you to him. The second kiss was more confident, something you never thought Poe Dameron could be more of. The warmth of his tongue sliding along your bottom lip made a rough shudder slither down your spine and his hand at your cheek buried itself in your hair to tilt your head. The new angle let him press even closer to you and the quiet moan it drew from him had you practically giddy, excitement singing through your entire body. Somehow your hands found the collar of his shirt, your body moving instinctually as if it was commonplace, as if your body knew exactly how to move with his.

“I love you.” Poe whispered against your lips, pulling away just far enough to rest his forehead against yours. He kissed you again, a short one just shy of a peck. “I guess we’re both idiots, huh? Could’ve had you for so long if I had just said something.”

“You can have me now if you stop talking.” You teased and Poe grinned. It was a grin you had seen countless times, but this time it felt almost new. Like you were able to appreciate that pretty smile of his in a new light. “Kiss me again, flyboy.”

An almost wild groan rumbled through Poe’s chest and he did just that. Poe kissed and kissed and kissed you until you were both left with swollen lips and goofy grins. Neither of you could get enough, like you had been drowning and were finally up for air. There was nothing else that mattered. Not the slow establishment of peace and control that Leia had managed to bestow upon the galaxy. Not the sudden shifting of goals after the success of the Resistance. Not the sudden floundering for meaning.

Everything you were searching for, the meaning of it all post-war…

It was found in each other.

“Wait, did you radio anyone?” Poe asked suddenly, those pretty brown eyes blinking up at you inquisitively.

“What?” You were a bit dazed from the feeling of his tongue expertly taking you apart. It took your mind a second to remember how to process words. “Uh, yeah, Leia sent Rey out to get us.”

“How long ago?”

“...Seriously? That’s what you’re thinking about right now.” You motioned between your chests, an eyebrow raised. Poe just stared at you expectantly and you sighed. He would wait there until the Falcon landed right next to you with his stubbornness. “Like three hours ago. Why?”

That devilish smirk reappeared like it never left. “Just wanted to know how much longer I get to have you like this.”

Heat creeped up your neck at the implication. “Maker, you are so annoying.”

Poe bit at his bottom lip and for a mere second you were distracted, wanting nothing more to be the one nibbling at him. But then he had to open his mouth again. “Yeah, and you love me. Says more about you than it does about me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You demanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” The words were whispered against your lips as he leaned in, once again dragging you into a makeout session that could rival any other. Like teenagers, the two of you, all wandering hands and teasing nibbles.

It wasn’t long until the telltale sound of the Millennium Falcon approaching pulled you apart - a good thing, too, because both of you were writhing for more than could happen in a field in the middle of nowhere. Besides, it was growing darker and being stuck any longer without shelter when the creatures of the night would begin creeping out to prowl wasn’t the best of ideas. You weren’t surprised that the little orange and white droid was the first down the ramp when the ship had settled on its landing gear.

“Hey, buddy!” The excitement in Poe’s was unmistakable as he crouched down to greet BB-8, the impact of his droid crashing into him knocking him right onto his ass. A series of inquisitive beeps made Poe sigh almost exasperatedly. “No, she’s fine, I took care of her leg.”

BB-8 rolled over and bumped at your legs affectionately, completely ignoring Poe’s indignant, “I’m fine, too, by the way!”

Rey appeared a moment later when you were kneeling to pat the droid and look him over, ensuring he hadn’t been harmed since the last you saw him. It felt a bit strange to care so much for the little guy but he was practically a little kid to you. You had started calling him Poe’s son as a joke long ago when you first met, but you had come to realize just how right you were.

“What the hell happened to you two? Did you forget how to pilot, Poe?” Rey called out as she walked up and immediately a loud bout of bickering began. To an outsider, it would look like these two hated each other but you knew better. Your little friend group would do anything for each other, especially after all you had been through together. All that was missing was -

“Finn!” Poe smiled and embraced his friend in a tight hug before slapping him on the shoulder. “I didn’t know you were coming, too.”

“You think I would miss seeing you two stranded together? Nah,” Finn asked as he pulled you in for a hug as well, a laugh rumbling through his chest. “I figured the two of you would’ve ripped each other's heads off by now.”

“Ha, ha.” You intoned sarcastically. “It’s nice to know that you two have careers in comedy now that the war is over.”

The playful jabs continued as the five of you settled into the Falcon, Poe keeping a hand on you at practically all times. On your lower back, on your hip, settled on your thigh. It seemed like now that he had the ability to touch you like he always wanted to, he couldn’t stop himself. It wasn’t long until his little game became obvious - seeing how long it would take for either of your human companions to realize something was different.

It didn’t take long for it to escalate. A hand on your thigh quickly became tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, which became affectionately rubbing the tension from your neck. Within fifteen minutes of flying through hyperspace, you had to leave the cockpit with some bullshit excuse just to keep yourself from curling up in his lap right then and there. You busied yourself in repairing the wiring you had been working on the last time you were on the Falcon, a simple job that was practically finished already save for untangling and reconnecting the wires and replacing the panel that covered it. Of course it took no time at all for Poe to wander off and find you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Hey,” Poe murmured before kissing your neck gently, swiping your hair out of the way to give him even more access. The scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin made you shiver against him and you could tell Poe felt it by the way he smiled against your neck. “Love how responsive you are...you’re never getting rid of me now, sweetheart.”

The lighthearted remark on the tip of your tongue melted away at the feeling of his tongue tracing that sweet spot just under your ear. You couldn’t help but lean back into his chest, one of his hands leaving your hips to brace against the wall. A low hum fell from your lips when Poe bit at your shoulder teasingly and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching back to run your fingers through his hair and hold him against you, your attempted repair completely forgotten in front of you.

Every touch had pleasure curling around your body, lighting up your every nerve with need and excitement. The man was a god, but if you told him that, it would pump up his ego to an insufferable level. Maybe you could handle it, the ridiculous amount of pride, if he would just touch you…

“Please,” You whispered, your eyes closing as your head fell back onto his shoulder, and you didn’t miss the hungry way he hummed against you. The arm that was wrapped around your waist shifted and his hand slid under your shirt, the shock of his warm skin against your stomach forced a gasp from you. His fingers dipped below your pants, just barely teasing at the hem of your underwear, and -

“I knew it!” Finn’s deep voice echoed harshly through the metal walls of the Falcon and you both jumped, damn near cracking heads in your surprise.

“No you did not!” Poe scoffed, letting you bury your face into his neck to hide your embarrassed face. Poe’s dismissal did nothing to curb Finn’s excited sprint back to the cockpit, screaming something about Rey owing him credits all the while. A short, huffed laugh fell from his lips as he pushed you back against the wall, facing him this time. “We can’t go back up there, they’ll be impossible.”

You set your chin against his chest with an agreeing hum. “We could just go to the bunks… carry on where we left off.”

Poe grinned at you. “Hell yes.”

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Sweat It Out

A/N: Here’s the last of the twelve filthy fics for my Kinkfest! Based on the below request, for sweat kink with Will Miller (getting off on the scent/taste of his sweat – please don’t read if you’re not into that!) Note: The Kinkfest may be finished, but the kinky adventures will continue with my ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series Super Kinky Fics list! ✨

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Will, degradation, sweat kink (you getting off on the scent/taste of (almost literally) every inch of him while he’s all hot and sweating – please don’t read if this isn’t your thing!!) Request: Request from @innerpaperexpertcloud

Word Count: ~3.1k

It’s not every day that a sex god walks into your local gym.

Scratch that—it is every day as a matter of fact, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.

You’ve heard a thing or two about this man. Apparently a former military captain. And damn, you’d love to serve beneath him as a one-woman battalion. Just from the way he walks, it’s obvious he’s packing an enormous cock, and you don’t doubt he’s got the stamina and sex drive of a stallion.

You really shouldn’t stare. But he’s so gorgeous it’s not fair. The way sweat sparkles in the spikes of his dark golden hair, and glistens all along the chiseled muscles of his back—the first time he took off his shirt here in the gym you practically died of a heart attack—the way he goes about his business knowing everyone is watching and just doesn’t even care.

With a body so fine he has no right to hide. But sometimes when the weather is colder outside, the sex god will wear a few layers, or his go-to heather grey hoodie, which helps you to focus on your own affairs, to not be so incredibly slutty. The hoodie helps... a little bit. But you can’t help yourself, honestly. You already know how he looks underneath it and you’re a shamelessly thirsty piece of shit.

Yet nothing could’ve prepared you for the embarrassment of him calling you out on it. That’s the last thing you ever wanted...

... until it turns out to be everything you ever wanted. But you don’t know how this is going to play out just yet. All you know in this moment is that you’re being confronted.

Confronted by none other than the Ironhead. Captain William Ironhead Miller.

He walks up to you now where you’re pretending to work out, and flashes you a cheeky little snicker. One that you really wish you could kiss off his mouth. “You know I could throw you some overused line about how it lasts longer if you take a picture...”

The sex god knows he has you wrapped around his finger. Pretty soon your slutty tongue will be literally wrapped around every hot sweaty inch of Will Miller.

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What follows is a bunch of flirty banter. But none of that even matters, because filthy sex is the obvious answer.

It’s clear to Will that you’re obsessed with how he smells so good it kills. Just one whiff of his sweat and your whole world stands still. So he suggests that after his training is done, by the time his body is all worked up and burning hotter than the sun... you come and meet him in the sauna.

He playfully shrugs, and just... fuck. “You know, if you wanna.”

Oh, you wanna. And you’re gonna come, in the sauna, in more ways than one.

It feels like hours as you patiently wait for his workout to end. It’s increasingly hard to stay patient. Captain Miller takes his time to build up the anticipation, as if you haven’t been spending your whole life waiting.

When he finally steps off of the training room floor, once his session is finished, he flashes you a smoldering wink. You know you should give him a minute, maybe more—so that he can get settled in, sitting in the sauna like a king. The whole setup for this is for you to serve him as his personal whore.

You have no fucking shame anymore.

Will had assured you that he would make sure to secure private access so nobody else would intrude on you two. Taking a deep breath as you finally approach the sauna door, you kick off your shoes, leaving them just outside as you push the door open, letting it fall closed behind you as you slowly step in.

On the instant, just as you knew would happen, you soak in the essence of the captain: your senses are flooded with his godlike scent, with the powerful force of his presence. It’s literal heaven.

And then there is the sight of him, enough to take you right over the edge, in some ways even more intoxicating than the smell. Here in this room that feels like heaven... Will looks hotter than all motherfucking hell. He’s seated on a wooden ledge, reclining comfortably against the heated panels. And of course, he's wearing nothing but a medium-sized towel, and you’re pretty sure that it must be illegal for a man to wear a towel so damn well.

He has it wrapped around his hips, draped over his most precious gifts—hiding the muscles of his thighs, in between which you know there lies... the big fat ironheaded prize.

But even as he is, without that holy grail in view, still he’s too gorgeous to be true. Too marvelous a sight for mortal eyes. Aside from the white cloth that’s draped across his thighs, he'’s otherwise... completely fucking naked. And he’s glistening with sweat. Like, dripping wet. So obviously you are too. You’d thought you were already dead, but for the thousandth time, you literally die.

He has both arms resting behind his pretty head, so you can watch each perfect droplet, as it trickles down the firm bulge of his biceps, gathering in his golden-haired pits and gliding down his sculpted pecs. Gleaming against his washboard stomach, greasing up the chiseled ridges of his abs. Though you can't see his upper legs, still you can see the lower halves, the sweat cascading down his strong muscular calves.

Your gaze then wanders up again, to watch each drop slide from the head of hair that he wears like a crown, onto his brows and further down, over his statuesque cheekbones and the divine slope of his nose. Each drop so sacred as it drips. Glossing his lips, so plump and pink and perfect, dripping down his chin, the perfectly trimmed beard along his jawline and his neck, pooling up in the hollow of his throat. It feels like you’re gonna explode.

His face is just as flawless as his physique; as you gawk up at him like a freak, your bedazzled eyes don't even know where to go. You have no clue at all. Wherever the sweat falls, your thirsty gaze is simply desperate to follow.

And of course he fucking knows.

“You’re late,” he plainly states.

Well, fuck—seems like he’s slipping into dom mode right away. Cutting straight to the chase. Just your luck, his natural dominance falls seamlessly in line with your submissive tastes. You lower yourself to your knees, on instinct, barely even aware of what’s happening as you impulsively sink.

Will lets out a chuckle, clearly loving the way your knees buckle, the way you obey him as your sovereign king. “And a bit... overdressed for a sauna, now don’t you think?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you instantly answer, ashamed to have displeased your beautiful master. “I’m sorry, sir. Do you want me to...”

“Strip,” he commands, finishing your sentence with a royal flourish of his hand. As you hurry to follow his orders, he watches with ravenous eyes, his slick tongue flicking out across his luscious lips. “Go on, bitch. Faster. Let me fucking look at you.”

“Yes, Master,” you whimper, a whore for Will Miller, ripping off your clothing as fast as you can, till you’re kneeling naked before this perfect god of a man.

“Damn,” he murmurs, rubbing at the bulge in his crotch with the palm of his hand. “You’re one hot piece of ass, you know that?”

“Th-thank you, sir...”

"Mmm, such a sexy piece of meat. Look at that face—so cute, so sweet... that pretty little body, good enough to fucking eat...”

Bashful and grateful for the filthy praise, you feel heat rising to your face; unsure what else to say, you bow your head, sincerely thanking him again for his objectifying compliments.

“But you didn’t come here to get eaten up. Did you, slut,” he sneers, his dirty talk pure music to your ears. “Tell me honestly, baby. ‘Cause I think you’re here... to taste me.”

“Oh Goddd...” you reactively moan, drooling at your mouthwatering king like a dog at a bone. Hearing those sinful words off his sensuous lips is so painfully hot. Especially as he keeps rubbing his palm across his hidden cock, so provocatively.

He laughs at the sight of you slobbering down on your knees. “Hmm, you like what you see?”

“Uhhh... I...” your voice simply trails off in a faltering sigh.

“Crawl over to me,” he instructs you imperiously. He is taking his role very seriously. “Then look me in the eye. And beg for the privilege to worship my body.”

You scramble eagerly across the hardwood floor, gawking up at your king like a starving street whore. It’s not easy to formulate words, as you tremble in thirst, down on your fucking knees. “Yes, yes sir—may I p-please...”

“Hmmm?” he hums, big dick energy filling the whole heated room.

“Master, may... may I please slurp all the sweat off your cock...?"

“What’s that?” he goes on to tease. “Little slut want a piece of meat? Something to suck? Something to eat?”

“Yes sir, I need...”

“As if you deserve such a privilege,” your regal king rightfully scolds, watching you beg. “Greedy bitch. Bow down and bury your whole face between my legs. And fucking sniff. That’s all I’m gonna give.”

You do as told, and immediately feel your eyes rolling in bliss to the back of your skull. As Will Miller’s rich manly scent fills your nostrils, fulfilling the sluttiest depths of your soul... you feel so fucking whole. Until this moment you had not truly lived. Allowing you to breathe the sweat off of his gorgeous, godly body is a gift.

“Wow, you are actually doing this,” Will laughs, as you shove your face deeper into the white towel that’s resting on his lap, so that your nose and lips feel every inch of his big throbbing shaft, through the thick textured fabric. It’s magic and already has you orgasmic. “You’re such a kinky piece of shit. Now get that filthy face up here and sniff my sweaty pits.”

Like a mad bitch in heat, you lift your head off of his meat, and smash it hungrily into his sweat-soaked underarm, rubbing your face into the gloriously golden hairs nestled there, all damp and soft and warm.

“Mmm, you like that?” he asks, reaching down to smack your naked ass, making you squirm and gasp. He growls in pleasure as he dishes out another vicious slap. “Of course you do, you dirty sack of trash. Love the smell of my sweat. Bet you’re desperate to taste. You like the way I dominate your pretty little face? Punish this slutty ass?”

The answer could not be more obvious, but you still wish you could answer. Yet you can’t when the damn sexy bastard then shoves your face deep into his other armpit, so you can't say shit. It feels so good you wish you could thank him for it.

“Now when I let you up for air,” he snarls, dominant hand tugging hard at your damp messy hair, “I want you to tell me just how good I smell. Use your words, baby. And if you do it well... maybe then I’ll let you taste me. Maybe.”

When he finally pulls your head off of his skin, you don’t even stop to breathe oxygen. The only oxygen you’ll ever need is the captain. You obey him on the instant, gazing up into his flawless face as you pour on the praise. “You smell like a god, sir. You are a god. You are so perfect, so fucking hot—you exist to be worshiped and serviced, your sweat smells like heaven and I would do anything for you, anything, I promise... my master, my king...”

“Damn, girl—it’s like you were born to be my little whore,” Will snickers, knowing that is what you live for. Knowing he is your entire fucking world. He gives you a quick little kiss on the top of your head, treating you like his favorite pet, then reclines in his seat. “Go ahead baby, knock yourself out. Use that sweet fucking mouth. Mmm, so sweet. Work your way up my body, just lick me and kiss me all over—ugh God, it's so hot—I’m so sweaty... you ready?”

As if he has to ask. You were put on this earth to do exactly that. You start by spending ten fucking minutes just kissing and licking your way up his calves, to his knees, and his muscular thighs, pausing at the towel in his lap, looking up at him questioningly... he smiles down at you with those beautiful blue eyes, and beckons you up toward his abs. You can’t unwrap your present just yet; no, you’ll still have to wait just a little bit longer for that.

But when you still have his whole upper body to worship, with your tongue and lips, it’s not as if you’re mad. You suck droplets of sweat out of his belly button, before kissing and licking every curve and ridge of his abdomen, obsessed with the statuesque way that his muscles so beautifully bulge and ripple. Working your way up to his scrumptious nipples, so perfectly pink and delicious enough to devour, you use your teeth and tongue to worship each one for what feels like a whole fucking hour.

Then you take your time kissing literally every hair, every inch, of his hot sweaty armpits, lingering there, in each one for at least thirty minutes.

You service his big bulging biceps, the curve of his elbow, his strong sturdy forearms and each of the fingers and knuckles of his perfect hands, then over to his beefy broad shoulders, not letting a drop of his sweat go to waste, so drunk on the way that his scent and his taste just get richer and bolder, the longer the two of you spend in this tight heated space.

Will is moaning and groaning in pleasure the whole while as you are as well, both hot and horny as hell, in quite literally every way. Your pussy is so soaking wet it feels wrecked. After licking and kissing your way up his beautiful neck, even sucking the sweat from his cute little ears, now you’re up to his breathtaking face—you’re not sure if you’re worthy of kissing him here; surely that’s not your place...

It doesn’t matter, though—because right now, there’s one more place, an even better place, for you to go.

Down fucking low.

“You’ve earned it, bitch,” Will happily admits. “Now rip that towel off and fucking suck it.”

Maybe taking his orders a little too literally, for better or for worse... you tear the white cloth off his hips, and shove as much of it as possible between your lips. Stuffing the towel in your mouth, to feed your thirst, just like a dog chewing a rug, so you can suck, hoping to get all of his sweat out.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he laughs, breaking out of dom mode for a moment again now as he playfully pulls the towel away from you. He runs his thumb across your lower lip in a caress that's sweet and soft. “Of course that's what you’d fucking do. But, um... I was actually talking about my cock.”

This time you definitely heard just what he ordered. Master doesn’t have to say another word. With a giddy grin, you leave a loving kiss upon his thumb, and then descend into the kingdom of heaven. In this moment with the captain, heaven is honestly right here on earth.

You bury your face in his sweaty balls first, so heavy and brimming with come, they seem ready to burst. Reaching up to pump his huge staff while you worship his ball sack, using both your hands to encircle his jawbreaking girth. Once you’ve had enough of inhaling the sweat off his nuts—not that you’d ever get enough, but well, there’s something else you have to do to satisfy your inner slut—you burrow deeper underneath his balls toward the sensitive patch just in front of his butt. You press a wet passionate kiss on that tender strip of skin and you know that you’re bad, but really hope he likes that.

Apparently he does, because the second that you kiss him right beneath his bulging nuts... all his restraint snaps and he’s suddenly unable to hold back. Where his massive cock towers above your face, it begins to violently pulsate, convulsing in your loving hands. Promptly soaking your hair and your forehead in the essence of your ironheaded captain.

Your mouth pulls off his balls with a loud sloppy smack so that you can drink up your sweet snack. Latching your lips around his luscious dick, you smash your nose into the base, taking him so deep that you’re sure it’s gonna break your fucking face. He grunts and groans as he continues to unload, exploding all his godlike juices down your throat, watching you dutifully swallow, sending you straight to heaven with the mind-blowing power of Will all around: those magnificent sounds, his manly musky scent and meaty mouthwatering taste.

From this day forward you will probably permanently live in subspace.

As soon as you’ve swallowed his glorious thick creamy cum, you’re all ready for round two already. Though you’ve thoroughly cleaned every inch of his beautiful body, here in this intense heat he's perspiring constantly—so he is still plenty sweaty. But after round one... maybe the captain is done...?

... Or maybe not. The glimmer in his bright blue eyes, beaming down at your cum-glazed face between his thighs, says otherwise. You quiver in bliss at the thought.

It’s not every day that you get to worship a sex god... but from this day forward it may become a daily thing, for you to kneel before him as your king. You want that more than anything. And knowing that the captain seems to want that too is just so fucking hot.

Ever since Will Miller first walked into your gym, your fate was sealed as nothing but a dirty little sweat-worshiping whore for him. And you’ll happily spend all the rest of your life showing him just how much you adore him.

Now that’s something that’s gonna happen every day. And neither you nor Will would have it any other way.

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link4eva · 4 years ago

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Kiro’s Promised Date in January (元月之約) [CN]

Hey, y’all! A couple notes before you begin reading...

This date was released a couple of years ago in the CN server but hasn’t been released to the ENG server. I think it’s safe to say that it won’t be released so I’ve decided to just go ahead and translate this super cute date.

With that being said, I don’t actually know any Chinese so this date was done by the power of Google Translate and with a huge help from the amazing and wonderful @keliosyfan ! You’re the best!!

I hope you enjoy!!~

[First Part]

On a Sunday afternoon, Kiro came downstairs to my apartment building early. We had made a date to go to the department store to purchase Chinese New Year’s goods together, but he didn’t think he’d have the spare time to do so.

(Scene changes to the mall)

The spring festival is approaching but the cold weather can’t curb people’s enthusiasm for buying New Year’s goods. Only at this time do the usually deserted shopping malls become lively. Lanterns, Spring Festival couplets, Chinese knots; every inch is filled with decorations. Their bright red colours make for a very warm atmosphere.

MC: Sure enough, you still gotta decorate to have the feeling of New Year!

Looking at the various decorations, I couldn’t help but sigh. Kiro also couldn’t help but lean over towards me.

Kiro: So MC, do you decorate your home every Spring Festival?

MC: ...I do, but it’s not over-the-top. It’s just sticking spring couplets and hanging Chinese knots and the like. I prefer buying dried fruits and snacks rather than decorations~

Kiro: Shall we go and buy snacks now then?

Kiro looked at me with anticipation and excitement written in his eyes which made me unable to refuse.

MC: Just know that your purpose today is this. And... me too, of course!~

Kiro: Haha~ Who’s the one who’s always mindful all the time? Let’s go! Destination: Supermarket on the basement floor! *Changed some wording here*

With that being said, he raised one fist, while his other one held my hand very naturally, and winked at me.

Kiro: There are too many people here! We gotta hurry!

Before he finished speaking, I had subconsciously squeezed his hand back. Even in this cold weather, Kiro’s palm was still very warm. Like a warm winter sun…

As I imagined this, I couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the blonde hair sticking out from under his hat. The fluffy brim and scarf blocked most of Kiro’s face. And coupled with a pair of glasses, it would be hard to notice if he was even in the crowd.

Kiro: Speaking of which, this is the first time I’ve bought a New Year’s gift. I’ll be sure to follow your directions~

MC: Eh?

I recalled the year I went to Savin’s hometown with Kiro. At that time, he told me that he used to be alone so he didn’t like Chinese New Year.

It seems that Kiro’s life has become a little different because of me.

I don’t know whether it’s gratitude or blissfulness, but I look at him with a smile, my heart is overflowing with warmth.

MC: There are so many people who buy Chinese New Year’s goods!

I stretched out the ending cryptically.

Kiro: Are there?

Seeing Kiro’s curious look, I gave a slight cough but didn’t actually say anything, just leading him to the supermarket slowly.

He also secretly made up his mind.

Today, I have to prepare his New Year’s gift together with him! Not only that but also decorate his house so that he will have the most enjoyable and happiest Spring Festival ever!

[Second Part]

There are more people in the supermarket than I had originally thought. Fortunately, Kiro has already done a “full disguise”. But even so, leading this superstar to walk amongst the crowds still made me nervous.

Kiro didn’t think much about it. The empty shopping cart was soon filled with all kinds of New Year’s goods, so many that it was overflowing.

MC: It feels almost done, shall we check out?

I glanced at the shopping cart, then looked at the goods on the shelf. I didn’t hear Kiro’s answer so I turned my head to look at him. Kiro was fiddling with his scarf while frowning slightly, looking a little distressed.

I was a little puzzled. Before I had time to ask, I found myself looking at the glasses on the bridge of his nose. A layer of fog appeared on the transparent lens at some point. Looking closer, Kiro also had tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

I looked at his tightly wrapped coat and the fluffy scarf that was super warm at first glance….

Is it too hot?!

I hurriedly pulled Kiro to a corner and looked around to make sure no one could see us. I quickly took off his glasses.

MC: Sorry, I forgot that the heater is always on during this time of year….

Kiro’s forehead was also covered in sweat but he still smiled gently.

Kiro: It’s okay, winter should be a little warmer….

MC: Anyway, take off the scarf first!

I stretched out my hand and wanted to take off the scarf for him. As soon as my fingertips touched the soft corner of the scarf, I was held by Kiro.

Kiro: Don’t move….

Kiro lowered his voice and his expression suddenly became a little nervous. I can say that this expression is quite familiar.

I quickly put his glasses back on him and then turned my head and ran away from some girls’ gazes.

That was close! I exhaled and Kiro’s low laugh came from behind me.

Kiro: That was a quick response time! As expected of my Miss Chips!

MC: I haven’t even worked out with you yet…

I puffed up my cheeks and pretended to complain. I wanted to get out a few more words but they got caught in my throat when I saw the sweat on Kiro’s neck.

MC: How about we forget it today? Next time, I’ll come by myself….

Kiro: But you have a film shoot next week, won’t you be busy?

Kiro leaned closer, lowered his glasses, and looked at me.

Kiro: Let’s just buy the stuff today. It’s been a long time since we went shopping together. So let’s fulfil my cautious wish~

While talking, a few more customers passed by, and Kiro quickly pushed up his glasses.

MC: Pff….Good response haha!

Seeing him panicked, I couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe because of me, Kiro also laughed again.

The next second, I was pulled into a warm embrace.

MC: Woah! What’s happening?

I exclaimed, Kiro’s breathing on the side of my neck was light and slow. The warmth on my neck then began to trickle up towards my cheek, little by little.

Kiro: Forget it, I won’t lie to you. It really is a bit hot.

MC: Then we are one and the same--

Kiro: So, let me hug you so I don’t get hot.

MC: Wouldn’t that make things hotter?....

(Screen goes black)

I couldn’t help but whisper. Kiro turned his head slightly as if he hadn’t heard me and hugged me tighter. His soft hair rubbed against my neck, his hot breath fanned onto my skin, and even my heart somehow felt weak.

MC: Why are we doing this?....

Kiro: Because I like it, don’t you?

His voice was smiling. Although I couldn’t see his face, I could easily imagine his smile. It must be as warm as his embrace.

MC: I…., I….

(Mall background comes back up)

I hesitated for a while, unable to say a complete sentence. Kiro’s laughter fell onto my ears more clearly. We just hugged quietly in the corner for a while. During this time, customers occasionally passed by and sometimes glanced at us weirdly.

I’m really embarrassed by the constant “watching ceremony”. I gently pushed Kiro who was leaning against me.

MC: Kiro, this is too embarrassing….

Kiro: It doesn’t matter, just let them watch~

As he said this, he hugged me tighter and whispered to me. The heat that had finally dissipated from my cheeks was ignited once again and I was too shy to speak. Kiro quickly let go of me.

He put on his hat again and under his cover-up was his brilliant, smiley face; as bright as the sun.

Kiro: OK, charging is complete! I have been fully resurrected! Let’s go continue our shopping over there!

[Third Part]

Kiro took my hand and pulled me to the other side where all the New Year’s decorations were. Although he looked at ease, I couldn’t help but feel a little worried when I saw his thick coat and fluffy hat.

MC: I’ll buy the stuff quickly! If you feel hot, let me know….

Kiro: You worry too much, I’m fine. But since you’ve said so, then I must take on the important task of reminding you about the time….

He stopped suddenly and turned to look at me sideways, his expression becoming very serious for a moment.

MC: And, therefore?

Even knowing that he is likely to be joking with me again, I still subconsciously start to get nervous and stare at him indifferently.

Kiro: Therefore, I have to hug you every ten minutes which can remind you of the time and “charge” me simultaneously. Perfect!

Kiro raised his eyebrows, his feigned seriousness was instantly replaced by a somewhat triumphant smile.

I was told by him that I didn’t know what to buy, so I turned around and hurriedly tried to escape the heat that was ignited again.

The other side of the special area for New Year’s goods is mainly various kinds of decorations. Since I’ve decided to help Kiro decorate, I decided to get all sorts of New Year’s goods.

I kept stuffing all kinds of things into the cart. When I got to the fifth New Year’s decoration, Kiro couldn’t help but make a comment.

Kiro: MC, will this be too much? Aren’t you just doing simple decorations?

MC: These are for….

I paused and watched Kiro carefully examine the appearance of the New Year’s decorations. I decided not to tell him that the decorations were actually his for the time being.

It could be thought of as a small surprise for him!

MC: I bought it for the company!

I randomly thought of an excuse and carefully continued to select decorations. Although I have bought a lot, I still feel that it is not enough.

MC: This seems good….

When I came to the pillow shelf, I looked at the piggy-shaped pillow in front of me and muttered to myself.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. Kiro’s hands tightly encircled me from behind, his hot breath fell on my ears.

Kiro: Ding dong! Friendly reminder, ten minutes is here~

I don’t know if it’s because of the thick scarf or Kiro’s breathing, but I felt my cheeks get hotter. I turned my head and Kiro’s face was close at hand. His cheeks were dyed a light red.

MC: Are you hot?

Kiro: Not hot! Not hot! Have you picked up everything?

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly with a smile. However, that smile seemed to be less energetic than before and perhaps even a little weak.

I took another look at the pillow, then looked back to Kiro, then nodded quickly.

I have to say, even after staying in a heated building for so long, the bitter cold can make people feel refreshed.

(Cut to plaza)

Walking out of the mall, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as I was about to ask him about the next stop, Kiro proposed that he take me to a place.

Kiro finally stopped after going through an alleyway not too far from the mall.

Kiro: We’re here!

(Cut to shop)

A small shop covered in bright red appeared in front of me. Sunlight penetrated through the alleyway, lighting up the window grilles on the glass; it looked like it was shining.

Flaming red lanterns are hung on both sides of the store door, and the handwritten Spring Festival couplets with the word “blessing” written on them, are paired with the brown wooden doors.

Through the window, you can vaguely see the things placed inside it. The uniquely designed pillows and the exquisite Chinese knots form exquisite New Year’s pictures….

I couldn’t help but walk a few steps forward and looked at the wooden door carefully. Suddenly, I began to wonder if I was really in the center of Loveland City.

Kiro smiled and pointed to the red lanterns by the door and shook his head to talk about it, following the way I explained the New Year’s goods with him before.

Kiro: In fact, I discovered this store on Halloween. At that time, there were no red lanterns and wooden doors, only pumpkins and bats.

Kiro: I walked by accidentally during Christmas. I didn’t expect that the decorations and merchandise here all became the theme of Christmas!

Kiro: So I guess, in this current period, will this be the theme of the Spring Festival? Sure enough, I guessed it~

MC: Sounds like a pop-up shop! Or “theme flashes”?

Kiro: Almost! Although the theme is always changing, there is one thing that’s in the store year-round.

MC: Eh, what is it?

Kiro winked at me with a mysterious smile. He took my hand and opened the door at the same time.

Kiro: Let’s go see!

The moment I opened the door, the warm air surrounded me. Inside, there was a strong New Year’s breath. All kinds of New Year’s goods were neatly placed on the shelves. Before I had time to take a closer look, Kiro took me straight to the deepest part of the shop.

Because there were no outsiders present, Kiro finally had the chance to take off his thick disguise. The white T-shirt underneath was particularly eye-catching among the red New Year’s decorations.

My gaze had been naturally locked onto his body until….

Kiro: This is it!

As soon as Kiro’s voice sounded, a whole wall of donuts appeared in front of my eyes!

[Fourth Part]

The donuts in front have various shapes, and they all fit the theme of Spring Festival. There are pandas, pigs….

MC: Amazing! Wait, isn’t this shop selling decorations? Why are there so many donuts?!

MC: You said it’s always there….Is this still a dessert shop?

MC: What! No wonder you--

Before I could finish, the complacency on Kiro’s face instantly vanished and was replaced by a suspicious kind of blush.

He coughed slightly, with a side-eye, and reached his hand to take a panda-shaped donut from the shelf.

Kiro: You can see through it. Actually, I heard that there’s a whole wall of donuts here. I thought I was in donut heaven but I didn’t expect this….I can’t eat any of them!

He sighed and put the donut on his index finger. The panda spun around on his finger like a hula hoop.

Kiro: It’s so realistic, turns out they are all decorations….

Kiro: This is simply a fraud to food lovers! Unacceptable!

Looking at Kiro’s slightly puffed cheeks, I imagined that he was extremely disappointed after encountering “fraud” here on the first day, and laughed.

MC: That’s too funny! I want to interview the manager now~

Kiro: We’re not here to work, we are here to buy things! Take a look, how about that piggy pillow over there?

I looked in the direction of Kiro’s finger and a pair of cartoon pillows lay quietly on the shelf, designed to be cuter than the ones in the mall.

MC: Eh? Did you bring me here to pick a pillow?

Kiro: Yes, don’t you want to help me decorate my home well? I have to buy everything for you~

MC: Eh! How did you know?

I nodded. It took me a while to react with a shocked face to Kiro’s smile.

Kiro: Because your lying was really bad!

Kiro took the shopping bag stuffed with all kinds of New Year’s goods in his hand.

Kiro: Many of these were bought for me, right?

MC: You guessed it again….

Kiro: I knew it! We really know each other the best!

His eyes are shining. He seems to have seen through my little surprises and secrets. But he secretly kept this discovery to himself.

A burst of warmth came to my heart and I looked at the pillows on the shelf and made up my mind; Today, I must pick the best New Year’s goods for Kiro!

With this in mind, I looked around in the store and finally bought the final purchase of the evening.

(Cut to Kiro’s house)

After returning to Kiro’s house and doing some decorating, the originally cold room finally had a New Year’s atmosphere.

I hugged the piggy pillow I just bought and slumped on the sofa. I looked around and was quite satisfied with my masterpiece.

Kiro sat down beside me, picked up another pillow of the same style, and turned to me with a smile.

Kiro: Thank you, MC.

MC: No problem….

After suddenly receiving such a formal thank-you, I was a little embarrassed. I could only look away and look at the panda donut on the coffee table and whisper.

Both: So….

After a brief silence, we both nodded. I looked at Kiro in a daze. He also froze for a moment but he reacted quickly after.

Kiro: You go first~

MC: I just want to ask you about your future plans. How will you prepare for the Spring Festival this year? Do you want to go to Savin’s hometown?

As I spoke, I subconsciously recalled what happened last year. The memory was like eating a cola-flavoured candy, the sweetness spreading through my heart.

I prompted Kiro but found that he didn’t look very happy. Perhaps even a little depressed?

Kiro: Actually, this is what I wanted to ask you too….

Kiro: I will take over the work for the next party and start all kinds of preparations tomorrow. I have to participate in the live broadcast on New Year’s Eve.

He turned to look at me with a helpless smile on his lips.

Kiro: So I may not be able to accompany you on New Year’s Eve….

The cola candy suddenly turned into a bubble and shattered in the air with a loud “pop”.

I was playing with the pillow and my hand let go of it. I didn’t come back to my senses for a while.

I needed to move my lips. Before I had time to say anything, Kiro threw the pillow aside and leaned directly in front of me. He knelt on the carpet, putting one hand on the back of mine, and making a swearing gesture with the other.

Kiro: I will come back to find you immediately after it ends, I promise! I’ll be there before midnight!

Kiro: If I can’t make it….

Kiro lowered his eyes. After a short pause, he picked up the donut on the coffee table, held it in front of him, and winked at me.

Kiro: Then I will also look at you behind the camera and accompany you in the most special way on New Year’s Eve!

His smile is always so gentle, and his eyes are like gentle sunlight, as if he could envelop me even if he was separated by the camera.

MC: Then if you can’t come back, I will try my best to eat up the New Year’s Eve dinner alone!

MC: What! I can also take photos of all the delicious things and send them to you!

Kiro: How do I feel that you deliberately want to torture me?

MC: Haha~ You saw right through it!

Kiro smiled and squeezed my hand tighter, his focused gaze seemed to look into the deepest part of my heart.

The moment our eyes met, I felt that the sadness that I was hiding was completely seen by him and I quickly raised the corner of my mouth and smiled at him.

Kiro winked without saying anything. The next moment--

The distance between us suddenly became very close. So close that I could see the curl of his eyelashes and I could see myself in his eyes.

Kiro: I’ve thought about it. Let’s give our New Year’s gifts to each other in advance!

The distance at this moment became increasingly smaller and our breaths were almost entangled.

Between the lighting and the room, I quickly raised the pillow, blocking Kiro’s face!

MC: Wait, wait a minute! Whatever it is, give it to me on New Year’s Eve!

Kiro held my hand, the barrier that was blocking his face was removed by him. He blinked innocently. I felt that my cheeks were too hot but I had to bite the bullet and look at Kiro in front of me.

MC: If you can’t come back, I’ll find you….

MC: This is so you can prepare with peace of mind. After it ends, we will have the New Year’s Eve dinner together!

Kiro was taken aback for a moment and that little surprise immediately turned into a huge smile. His azure blue eyes were like a clear sky, washing away all my shame and disappointment.

He took my hand and gently kissed the back of it. The temperature bloomed from where his lips touched.

Kiro: Well, that settles it. I will prepare an even grander gift to give to you!

Kiro: When the time comes, you must accept all orders from me.

[END]

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skieswords · 4 years ago

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Some Type Of Way~ Luke Patterson x OC

Luke and the other lead singer of Sunset Curve have been dating for years- playing gigs together has turned into a game that the other members of the band have learned not to get involved in.

Warnings: Smut Smut SMUT.

There was nothing hotter than singing with Luke Patterson. Even after 3 years of singing side by side, he never failed to take her breath away. His eyes almost black, his hot breath on her face, and his dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat- she couldn’t help but let her mind drift to the other times she saw him like this.

Afternoons spent rolling around in the sheets, or on their sofa. The living room floor, in front of the fireplace. Mornings on the kitchen counter, or at the breakfast table. In the shower, his face buried in her shoulder as he held her up.

Their foreheads were almost touching as they shared his mic, the vibrations from his guitar sending a delicious buzzing sensation throughout her entire body. They were reaching the final chorus, and she could feel her heart racing in anticipation.

But live it like it's now or never It's now or never (now or never)

The final chord struck, and Luke met her eyes, a wide grin stretching across his face. The room was filled with deafening applause, and Ella turned to look at the room full of people clammering to get close to the stage and clapping desperately. A few teenage girls, probably a little older than her, had tears running down their cheeks, reaching out in hope they might get some skin on skin contact with Luke. One came close, and she couldn’t help but grab Luke’s wrist, jerking him away from the girl’s outstretched hand. Luke raised his eyebrows at her, and broke her hold gently to set his guitar down on its stand.

“Chill baby, they probably don’t even know my name.”

Ella rolled her eyes as the calls of “Luke, marry me!” echoed in her ears, and grimaced slightly.

He smiled apologetically and rubbed his neck.

“Yeh okay, fair enough.”

She sighed and stepped forward, leaning down to sign a few of the girls’ CDs, and winking at some of the guys a few rows back. The girls came for Luke and Reggie- the boys came for her and Alex. A handful pushed their way to the front of the stage, hungry eyes dipping down to stare down the front of her top. She grinned and knelt down, letting her knees spread slightly as she signed a few tops. One guy’s hand trailed across her leg, and she frowned slightly, before a firm hand on her shoulder told her she’d gotten what she wanted.

Ella waved to the crowd as Luke escorted her off stage, one hand on the small of her back and the other on her hip.

They hardly made it into the dressing room before he had her up against the wall, his mouth on her neck, drawing patterns on her collarbone with his tongue.

Ella let out a breathy moan, feeling his hands grip at her hips, thumbs digging in hard enough to leave fresh bruises on top of the ones that were pretty much a permanent feature on her body.

“Jump.”

His voice was raspy, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from groaning as her legs wrapped round his waist, his length pressing into her stomach through his jeans.

Hands tangled in his hair, she pulled his head back and met his lips with hers, starting a fiery battle for dominance as she slipped her tongue over his lips, before pulling back in a tantalising manner.

They always did this after gigs- sometimes they never even made it out of the wings before his hands would be on her, his lips already attached to her bare shoulder as they walked to the dressing room. Alex and Reggie had learnt it was safest to hang around on stage or in the wings after the show ended, for fear of being scarred for life.

Nothing riled Luke up like a full house and duets with his girl. Both of them knew the other was being watched, but they only had eyes for eachother. They’d turned it into a competition a while back, after a heated argument over some fans who’d taken it a little too far when they left the venue.

Who could turn the other on the most while they were on stage?

Tonight had been a game changer, with Ella running on stage in tiny black cut off shorts last minute, one of Luke’s old band tees knotted and sliding off one shoulder, revealing the lace of her bra, and the remnants of fading purple marks littering her shoulders.

Luke’s eyes had darkened when he’d seen her, feeling his tight black jeans get impossibly tighter. With the opening chords the game began, with Luke swinging his guitar around and sending flirty looks at the girls in the front row, countered by Ella flipping her dark hair, and dancing provocatively with her mic.

The audience found it hilarious, and she always made it look like a joke- but Luke loved it.

Brought back to the present by Luke’s hand on her ass, Ella groaned in his ear as his teeth grazed her collarbone, his mouth working lower and lower, pulling her shirt away from her body with his free hand.

“Luke- the boys- oh my god- said we couldn’t do this here- oh fuck.”

Ella terminated her attempts at slowing him down as his hand grazed over her chest under her t-shirt, thumb circling her nipple through the lace of her bra.

“What’s that you were saying baby? Want me to stop?”

Luke took a step back, letting her legs fall to the floor, and ran a hand through his hair. Ella resisted the urge to growl and stood up off the wall, reaching down to pull her shirt over her head. Luke’s eyes darkened as they raked over her chest, still littered with the purple marks he’d left the night before. She resumed her position, leaning against the wall, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders. Luke was evidently battling something within him, bouncing on his toes slightly.

“Fuck.”

His resolve crumbled, and he was on her in seconds, their mouths tangled together in a heated display of passion. Ella snaked her hands round his neck to play with his hair, tugging it gently as he kissed her desperately. His teeth grazed her lips, and she sighed into his mouth, pulling him close to her by the belt loops of his jeans. Luke pulled back and tore his top off, before slamming her against the wall again, his hips pressed tightly against hers.

“Need you- now.”

Ella nodded and reached down, undoing the button and fly of Luke’s jeans. He growled in her ear as her hands made deft work of her shorts, letting them fall down her legs, and stepping out of them. A groan escaped his lips when he noticed her black g-string, and he grabbed her hand when she reached down to pull it off.

“Leave it.”

Ella grinned and dragged his mouth back to hers, a needy moan escaping her mouth as she felt his hardness through his boxers. Luke broke their kiss and slipped two of his fingers into her mouth, watching with lustful eyes as she sucked them slowly, before letting them go with a satisfying pop.

“Good girl.”

Ella felt her lower abdomen tensing as she anticipated his touch, biting her tongue until it hurt to stop herself from yelling out, as his fingers grazed her entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. This won’t last long,”

He warned her, looking straight into her eyes. Ella shook her head; she didn’t care about anything except having her perfect rockstar boyfriend right this second.

“Hurry up.”

Luke snorted and circled her clit with his thumb, smirking as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Impatient, are we baby?”

Ella glared at him and tilted her head to one side, licking her lips seductively.

“I’m just remembering the boy from last week- the one who fucked me in the wings, because he couldn’t wait to get me home- what happened to him?”

An animalistic growl from Luke told her she’d won, and she moaned out in ecstasy as he thrust two fingers into her, stroking her walls and coaxing high-pitched moans out of her. He buried his nose in her shoulder, breathing in her scent with a low groan.

Sweat mixed with her lavender body wash, and the slight tinge of tequila from ther pre-show ritual. It was intoxicating. The needy whimpering and sighs in his ear were driving him insane, and Luke knew he couldn’t go much longer without being inside her.

“Luke- oh god-please.”

That was all it took. Ella whined as Luke’s fingers disappeared from her, longing for contact. But she was soon sated, as she felt his erection bump against her stomach, and he gripped her waist once more. She lifted her left leg and curled it around his hip, thanking god that their height difference wasn’t huge.

A desperate moan from Luke as he slid inside her to the hilt drove Ella wild, and she raked her nails down his back with one hand, pulling his hair so hard that his head tilted back with the other. He stilled inside her, panting desperately, picturing anything other than his cock slipping in and out of her.

Ella kissed his head gently where it rested on her shoulder, stroking his hair and giving him the few seconds he needed, before gasping as he moved sharply, sending heavenly sensations through every single one of her nerve endings.

His thrusts were deep and slow, timed perfectly so that she felt every single inch of him. His hand dropped from her waist to her clit, rubbing in soft circles, earning needy moans from Ella in his ear as he worked at her weak spots. She felt a familiar knot form in her stomach as he started sucking and nipping at her neck, his other hand gripping her hip so tightly, he knew he’d find bruises in the morning.

“Shit you feel good.” Ella groaned at this and let her head drop onto his shoulder as his thrusts sped up, listening as his breathing became more ragged by the second.

“You’re so tight- fuck.”

He swore under his breath as she arched her back into him, her head hitting the wall.

“Faster. Luke.”

Hearing her moaning his name in his ear nearly sent him over the edge, and Luke started slamming into her, almost whimpering as he did so.

“I’m so- fuck, close.”

Ella dug her nails into Luke’s back, and bit her lip so hard tears came to her eyes. Luke’s thumb pressed onto her clit just that little bit harder, and she felt the wave start to crest, creeping up on her until one final thrust from him, and she was there, her body going rigid as her skin was set on fire. Her walls clenched around Luke, pulling him with her, and they both tumbled over the edge in a mess of groans and whimpers, as Luke sank to the floor, pulling Ella on top of him, still inside of her. They stayed silent for a few moments, the room filled with heavy panting and sighs as they both fell from their highs.

“I love fucking you.”

Ella laughed and kissed his forehead, wincing as the movement made him stir inside of her.

“Again, already?”

Luke shrugged and rested both hands on her hips, grinning up at her.

“My girl’s hot. What else do you want me to do?” Ella smacked him playfully, but leant down and kissed him softly, her hand stroking his cheek.

“I love you.”

Luke reached up and stroked a curl out of her face, taking in her post-orgasm expression, totally blissed out eyes and fiery cheeks.

“I love you too.”

She collapsed onto his chest again for a moment, knowing they’d have to get up and dressed any second, before Alex or Reggie came barging in. A telltale bang at the end of the corridor made them jump, and Luke sat up, pulling out of Ella unwarned. She groaned and gripped her thighs together, closing her eyes. Luke pulled his jeans back up and fastened his belt, before kneeling down and pulling a t-shirt over Ella’s head gently, helping her lift her arms.

“Are your legs gone?” Ella curled her toes and looked up at him, shaking her head. Luke held out a hand and pulled her to her feet, a mischievous look on his face.

“Didn’t do my job properly then. Hurry up, we have a round two to get home to.”

Ella rolled her eyes, and slipped her shorts on, just in time for Reggie coming barging in, hand over his eyes.

“Are you guys ready?”

Ella laughed at him and nodded, swinging one of Luke’s jackets round her shoulders, and checking she had their apartment key.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Reggie sighed in relief and dropped his hand, but his face screwed up in disgust as he looked at them.

“You’ve got sex hair, Luke. And Ella uh-” He gestured to his neck, and her eyes widened.

“Fuck.”

A quick look in the mirror resulted in a punch in the arm for Luke, who grinned his shit-eating grin, and pulled her in for a kiss that was probably far too heavy for company.

“My bad, heat of the moment, you know?”

Ella frowned at him, and flipped him the middle finger, trying to pull her top up to cover it.

“You can’t be mad- you’re worse.”

Ella raised her eyebrows and scoffed.

“How am I possibly worse?”

Luke grinned, and turned around, facing away from her and Reggie, displaying his back, painted with red lines and a few spots of blood. Reggie squeaked, horrified, his hands flying to his eyes.

“Jesus- what do you two even do?”

Ella groaned and hid her face in her hands.

“Are you guys- oh my god.”

Alex’s arrival was unfortunately timed, just as Luke was pulling a shirt over his head. It didn’t stop him from getting an eyeful, and he groaned in disgust.

“I thought we’d timed it right! You two have got to stop this- we’re going to be banned from coming back.”

Luke shrugged.

“Not my fault. She just looks so good on stage- I can’t help but want to fuck-” He was cut off by Ella’s hand on his mouth, rolling her eyes.

“They don’t wanna know. But I want dinner. Can we go home now? Please?” Luke grinned at her, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“So eager for round two?”

She shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder, sauntering out of the door.

“I just hope you’re hungry.” She winked at him and swung her hips as she walked a little in front of him, giggling as he groaned desperately after her. Alex watched them leave, horror filling his face as his brain registered what had just been implied.

“I heard that!”

Alex shivered with disgust as he eyed the dressing room with disdain. He closed the door with a sigh, shaking his head and yet again, pitying whoever had to use it next.

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julyarchives · 4 years ago

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Scintilla (M)

Having to deal with the most handsome and cocky nemesis can be fun when that person is Yanan

→ Pairing: Yanan x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words: 2.6K

→ Contains: Smut; Enemies To Lovers; Mafia AU, Semi-public sex.

→ A/n: This was very fun to write and we may have gotten carried away, hence the word count lol. We truly hope you guys enjoy it, we think there’s too little Yanan on our blog so we decided that the next story will also be an Yanan imagine, although the plot will be completely diferent. Good reading!

Check the sequel HERE

You were born into this, but it wasn't like you are involved against your will. Your father is the head of an organization that runs half of the city through technically not legal ways. People call it mafia, you call it a family. You learned from your father how to be a good leader, how to be tough, and to not let anyone step over you. You were ready to make this organization your legacy and nobody could take that from you.

Except for one person.

The other half of the city is taken by a different organization. An enemy. And just like you, someone else wants to make their legacy. His name is Yanan and he is the prodigy you should keep an eye on, the one who threatens everything you stand for.

Yanan and you have been in war since you can remember always racing to be one step ahead of the other. You two wanted different things, had different visions that clashed and were not possible to execute simultaneously. You were mafia but you had your morals, and what his crew does is not what you want for the city, and that's why things never go well if you two are in the same room. Today is one day that you two have to be in the same room. Your dad is meeting with his, the current leaders, to discuss the limits and business, and you two as heirs will be attending.

Sitting on opposite sides of the table, Yanan simply does not stop staring at you. He has this stupid smirk on his face, like he knows all your secrets, presumptuously assuming he has some kind of upper hand. At some point, you two were excused so they would discuss private aspects reserved for them only.

You stood at the door, and he positioned himself by your side, lazily leaning against the wall.

“You know, y/n” Yanan was the first to break the silence between you “coming to these meetings is always so fun.

You rolled your eyes, already anticipating some snarky remark from him.

“Why is that, Yanan?” you said impatiently

“Because one day it will be us there, and I’m pretty sure I can have you on your knees for me.” His smirk grew wider “figuratively, of course”

He winked and your stomach turned.

“Gross.” You simply answered “And as if. I’ll have you destroyed in no time. Your little business will be nothing once I’m in command”

“Cute” he chuckled.

"You know what's cute?", you smirked at him. He hummed in answer. "You, wasting my time to brag about your defeat".

You walked away, leaving a laughing Yanan behind. You had no idea why the banter between you never ceased, you both sounded like teenagers sometimes and he annoyed you to no end but as you took your place at the driver's seat in your car, you smiled without thinking.

All the Yanan situation was forgotten as you arrived at the nightclub. You were supposed to meet a guy there, a date a friend got you swearing the guy was hot enough to forget about some felonies. In the state you were in, all you wanted was to get laid so you agreed. The club was not packed, it was not a full day but still seemed like fun, the music was loud by the dance floor but the bar and the entrance had music low enough to hear people talking. You spotted some familiar faces from your gang and some others from Yanan's, the club being a very middle term and neutral place in town.

The guy spotted you as you spotted Yanan coming back from the bathroom doors and for a second you were confused. The guy was all smiles at you but your eyes seemed too curious about Yanan's posture, you hated seeing him here, he always managed to look extremely hot at the club. Shaking those thoughts away, you turned to the guy, finally giving him your full attention, not before seeing Yanan wink at you. You took a seat by a couch, with the guy close to you. Your friend was somewhat right, the guy was kinda cute, but didn't quite match your tastes but you swore to give him a chance.

An hour later you regretted even leaving home. The guy was such a bore you couldn't stand, his voice was annoying you in a way you never thought possible. His only subjects were his family history and his adventures. Many ridiculous adventures. Not once he asked you about yourself, just speaking nonstop with the cockiest grin ever. Once he tried to touch your thighs but you shook his hand away and ordered your fourth drink.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt", someone said just as you were praying for the first time in your life for a rescue.

Looking up you scoffed. Of course, God sent you Yanan to rescue, like a mean genie that twisted your wish. The asshole was hotter up close and that annoyed you even more. You realized that you truly needed to get laid, more than ever, to even consider Yanan this attractive.

"Y/N. Urgent call, sweetheart. You know, heir business".

The boring dude asked something about heirs but you got up immediately. Business was business and any chance to leave the guy was a chance. You followed Yanan closely to the back doors and sighed in relief when you get fresh air outside. Yanan leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette lazily, he had a very much shit-eating grin and wiggled his eyebrows at you. It all clicked.

"There's no call, is there?", you asked, already leaning on the opposite wall and taking the cigarette pack and lighter from him. He managed a small "no" between his grin as you lit your own cigarette freshly stolen from him.

"Why were you with that idiot?", he asked seriously after some minutes of silence. The alley was well lit enough but seemed cut off from the rush of the club.

"I honestly don't know. A friend set us up but that was such a stupid idea", you laughed at your own misery. You didn't even know why you were being so honest with him. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe the frustration.

"Do you need to get laid that bad, Y/N?", he scoffed, "that idiot tried to get in with our business once. He was so stupid he got arrested a week later picking pockets at a football game".

That made you crack. You laughed hard, thinking of how lame the guy was, your power situation always being your most proud deed. You finished your cigarette and tried to light another but Yanan snatched it from you, pocketing the items before you managed to get one cigarette out.

"Shut up, Yanan", you said, crossing your arms almost like a stubborn child whose toy got snatched.

"I mean it, is that how desperate you are?", he moved his head to the side, analyzing you. Shit. For a second you wondered if all his endless innuendos with you actually meant something that you never read but dismissed it quickly. No way. Yeah, he was hot but he was a cocky annoying enemy and you were just lonely.

"What kind of question is that, Yanan? Are you that interested in my sex life?"

"Yes", his simple answer shocked you, your mouth agape. He smirked. "I almost never see you with someone and always wondered why. I think you're too hot to be that lonely, you know?"

"I never see you with someone either", was your smart comeback and you wanted to kick yourself.

"Who's interested in who's sex life now, Y/N?"

"Shut up, Yanan", you said with no bite, looking away from him.

"Maybe…", he said it like he was architecting a plan, "maybe I am a bit lonely as well. I mean, I get you perfectly, don't I? We have the same position, same problems…", he got close to you in seconds and you didn't even hear it, soon enough he had a finger running along your neck to your scalp, "same needs".

You'd definitely blame the alcohol tomorrow. And the boring guy. But right now you couldn't care less, he was blatantly teasing you and he did make sense. You both had similar life and of course, you two were lonely, in this line of work and life you can't trust anyone. Or almost anyone. That was your resolution as you grabbed him by his leather jacket and pulled him for a bruising kiss. You decided that if anything were to happen, he would not be in charge.

Yanan seemed to be expecting that, you felt him smirk in the kiss and fist your hair quickly. The kiss was hot and you both moved with your bodies, a full fight for dominance. You knew you had the upper hand when you moved your hips to rub against him and felt his semi-hard already, earning a groan. His free hand grabbed your ass with force, not even hiding his intentions, and lucky you had the same ones, you used his hair to guide the kiss, never letting go of his jacket.

Even as you or he needed to pull back to breathe you'd stop, the kissing was replaced by nibs and sucking, you knew both of you would be marked tomorrow and that made you win this as well, leaving many hickeys on his neck and collarbones. You thanked his unique ability to wear loose thin shirts that allowed you to reach downwards on his neck while he fumbled to reach your bra in your tight fit shirt. Saying fuck it to any last reasonable thought, you pulled back entirely and took your shirt off, quickly pulling his jacket away. Yanan got the hint and took his shirt off, going for your bra seconds later, not wasting time and already teasing and sucking on your nipples.

Of course, his mouth would be heaven, you thought. He never stopped talking and teasing you all his life, his mouth always drove you crazy and now you discovered he could get you crazy with his mouth in some other way. His thigh reached your covered core and you shivered, you automatically riding his thigh with want. Yanan grunted out your name, his hold on your ass coming back to help you move with even more force, his dick rubbing on your jeans pants with the movement. It felt like you stayed that way for a long time, you needed more but it was too good to stop, his mouth doing wonders on your neck and boobs, it was leading to a very strong orgasm, you could feel it.

Suddenly he stopped you, getting his thigh out of reach. He laughed at your involuntary whine and leaned over, hands massaging your breasts.

"You seriously think I'm gonna let you cum with my thighs only?", he nibbled your ear, "what kind of asshole do you think I am?"

The wetness in your panties got even damper with his words, your hands already opening your pants. Yanan followed your lead and soon both pants and underwear were by your ankles. But before anything could happen, you put both hands on his chest, feeling his strong body with more calm.

"Don't make me regret this, Yanan. This better be good", you meant to be serious but his cocky smile made the corners of your mouth move upwards without intending to. He whispered your name and gently held your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your lips that got you both gasping softly.

"Can you turn around, please? With the pants where they are, I think it'll be better this way", he asked, too calm for the situation. You hated to agree with him but moved in silence. You placed both hands on the wall and bent over, looking back only to see him watching you with dark eyes. He was stroking himself and fully moaned when you placed your fingers in your entrance to tease him. It was Yanan that yanked your wrist back and even from behind you saw him suck your fingers next to your head.

"You taste so good, Y/N. Maybe next time".

Next time. Was it even going to have the next time? You didn't even have time to think it over before he pushed his dick inside, slowly but surely. You moaned at the feeling, hands turning into fists from how good that was. You could feel he was no better than you, hips spasming to move already even if he was waiting for you to adjust. When you pushed back he held your waist and wasted no time in moving. He got his member almost completely out only thrust in fast and hard again.

Yanan held that rhythm all along and if you had any coherent thought in your head, you'd praise his physical strength and stamina. But you didn't. He was giving it to you and it felt like magic, he knew how to move and where to move exactly as you needed him to without you having to guide him. He was hitting your g spot dead on and it took all of you to not scream his name over and over in the small alley. His expert fingers moved to your clit and rubbed it deliciously, making you writhe against him.

"Keep that up and I'll come too soon, I'm so close", you said, already clenching at how he was touching you.

"I'm close, Y/N. Shit, come with me", he breathed it out against your ear.

You'd deny it forever but his pleading voice did the trick. You came with a cry you couldn't hold back. Vaguely you heard Yanan curse at how you clenched around him and you felt him release. You two moved until both came back from the high, now the silence was coming back but you were too tired to care.

He stepped out and got his clothes back on first and followed, tired hands retrieving pieces of clothing from the ground. You heard him chuckle, looking at nothing specifically and you somewhat understood. You laughed quietly and you exchanged a look.

"So, Y/N, any regrets?", there he went. The same old annoying bastard.

"Shut up, Yanan", you laughed, throwing his jacket at him.

"I will start to collect streets from your domain every time you tell me to shut up, by the end of a year you'll have no more power, Y/N", you both laughed out loud and you shook your head.

"What do you wanna do now?", you said, reaching for his cigarettes in his pocket.

He only raised an eyebrow at you and extended his hand to collect his items after you used them. With both cigarettes lit and smoke clouding the air a little, he huffed.

"I'd invite you over to my place for more and just for tonight, I'd pretend we're allies and not enemies. I truly think we are similar, Y/N", Yanan was not looking at you.

"Alright. Lead the way, Mr. I'm-just-like-you", you mocked him with a very bad imitation of chis voice and you laughed at both your joke and his shocked face.

"May I hold your hand, m'lady?", it was his turn to mock your voice, a quick recovery from his shock.

"Don't push your luck, sweetheart". You used the same nickname he used with you earlier and he laughed, walking back into the club without saying a word and without looking back.

You threw your cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, shaking your head. Tomorrow you'd deal with all the consequences but tonight you were willing to let this good sparkle inside your belly make decisions for you. Just tonight.

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romancemoon · 3 years ago

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✨❝nightchill.❞ 🌙 maddie & vi.

✨ @celestieu asked 🌙 ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . // ok but like... baking spoon instead..... meme. still accepting!

A soaking, heavier-than-considered-normal rain that arrived in the evening washed out plans to visit a small, local dive with a jazz band Virote really liked—he had planned on following that up with a stop to some late night patisserie on the way back to his spot. But, the weather was bad enough for them to stay indoors; though, Maddie didn’t seem to mind that much at all. The schedule was shuffled around and they ended up cooking, Miles Davis playing from the sound system. They had a hefty potful of pork, cuttlefish, and Yunnan ham simmering away on a steady, low flame on the stove, perfuming the entire apartment. Along with hot and sour sweet potato noodles, adding an aromatic of black vinegar and sesame oil.

While waiting for that to get done, they made about half a dozen vegetable dumplings to tide them over while everything else got done. Actually, Maddie was the one that cooked them. He gave her instructions and a clear guide, with a few notes on his tablet on how to get them filled and the best ways in pinching the sealed edges in a visually pleasing fashion. In the meantime, he was engrossed in his laptop, trying to figure out what they could do some other time when the weather was right.

❝Hey, bestie-westie, there's this cool Muir Woods and Sausalito half-day trip could take if you're down for that? And, maybe—❞ Virote peeped a large baking spoon being offered from his peripheral, holding the fattest dumpling he’d ever seen in his life ( for fuck’s sake, it almost took up the entire spoon. ) The pleating wasn’t the greatest, but the dumplings smelled good. By the scent, he could tell Maddie was heavy-handed with the ginger and green onion.

He took the dumpling into his mouth, the spoon coming along with it. It fell to the counter. Never minding that the dumpling was hotter than Hell from a fresh steaming, it was better than he anticipated. ❝Holy shit, this is great! Are you sure you've never made these before? That’s my mother’s recipe, sometimes it’s hard to pull off even with someone teaching you how. Bring the rest over. And, can you get the peanut sauce out of the cabinet? To your left. It's the Trader Joe's one.❞

#( 🌙 MAIN! IT'S YOUR LOCAL MAGICAL BOY & DEMIGOD. ✨ )#celestieu #/ :)))

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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Hello❤️❤️❤️ congrats with 100 followers🥳🥳🥳 hope the audience will expand😍 and can I repeat myself again? I love your works😍

So, can I request 5 with Himuro?

hihihihihi!! ty sm for your support squeeeeee, sure you can repeat again, think of it as a thank you for being there since the beginning <333 i actually have so much requests now it’s kind of crazy!

Himuro x Reader

5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

Word Count: 2255

prompt list here

TW: attempted assault and stalking, nothing graphic, but these are the main subjects for this scenario, so PLEASE PLEASE take care of yourself first if these topics trigger you and avoid them!

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Himuro felt helpless.

The Winter Cup that year when Seirin rightfully won was over months ago, but even still, there is still a part of him that gnaws at him from the inside of his consciousness. Ever since he failed to stop Haizaki from making unwanted advances on his mentor.

No matter how much Alex assured him that it wasn’t a big deal, no matter how easily she shrugged the incident off, there is still a festering guilt that eats him away at how useless he was in protecting the people he cared about. He couldn’t even protect Kagami as an “elder brother,” and he couldn’t even protect Alex as a “male” against another male. Still, no matter how much he chastises himself for having such immature thoughts, they’ve continued to overstay their welcome. What kind of traits does an “elder brother” or a capable “male” even entail?

Someone who wouldn’t be beaten and swatted like a fly…

Someone who wouldn’t just sit idly by when someone is being wronged…

Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to fight back to protect someone, even despite the consequences…

But if that’s the case… that’s just the definition of a person with human decency, isn’t it? Yes, perhaps that is why he still mulls over the encounter to this day. First he split off his brotherhood with Kagami over a one-track goal of an equal rivalry, and then he talked down to his mentor before his Winter Cup game that evening… In the end, he was absolutely pathetic, losing to Kagami’s inborn talent and getting beat down while watching his teacher getting harassed and choked. He easily accepted the fact that Kagami surpassed him with his basketball… The latter? Not so much.

He hasn’t really talked about his inner turmoil with anyone. Atsushi is someone who would not care too much about the complex emotions that he’s currently harboring, much less help deal with them. His other teammates are graduating and too occupied with final exams. He could speak with Alex, but by now, she’s moved back to America, and a part of him doesn’t want to call her out of his self-consciousness and humiliation. You?… He could confide his troubles with you… but a part of him whispers that you’d think less of him if you knew how incapable he really was.

After all, if he couldn’t even protect you as your boyfriend… no, he’d rather not go too far into that thought.

He smiles at the thought of you openly complimenting everything of him every time he subconsciously downplays himself, whether it was his basketball skills or his looks or even his habits. He always thought about how cute you were when you always made exaggerated hand movements to express your sincerity when you shower him with compliments, even if he always told you that you never had to go that far in saying such things. (You always insisted that they’re true and he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for anyways.)

To someone like Himuro who had always hid their inferiority complex and other entangling insecurities behind a mask of a genial smile, your words always reassured him that he wasn’t treating you horribly or neglecting you or just being downright selfish. Just like what happened with Kagami. Just like what happened with Alex. He just hopes he doesn’t fuck this up somehow with you too.

He had always apologized for how he couldn’t spend as much time with you as he wanted to; basketball practice doesn’t spare anyone, after all. Still, you would smack his arm and push him to the gym as you scolded him to focus on what he loved to do best. Ah, he really didn’t deserve you… how you were so understanding he would never know.

But dusk fell at another early-February weekday; it was still quite chilly, cold enough to see his own puffs of warm exhales. His hands are cold, but the rest of his body burns from running laps and repeating shooting drills moments earlier. His ears grow hotter still when he remembers that you two had planned a simple outing near the coffee shop around the corner.

“Atsushi!” Himuro turns back to call out to the center player. “I need to be going now.”

“Hmph,” Murasakibara huffs in reply. “I was gonna ask you to take me to that new booth to try out new samples.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughs, noting the faint mist escaping his lips. “I’ll take you there next time, Atsushi. I have a date planned with (y/n)-san right now.”

“Tch, I’m leaving before you get too mushy on me. Buh-bye~” the giant drawls, casually strolling down the opposite path. Himuro manages to hold back a mild snort before he makes his way to head to the shop you two agreed to meet up at. Propping up his phone to look for your name to send a text, his eyes widen as he registers your name popping up on his screen as an incoming call. What a coincidence. You must’ve been anticipating this too. He smiles as he envisioned your anticipation at the table before he picks up on your call.

“Tatsuya?…” your voice rang.

“(y/n)-san,” he teased. “I didn’t think of you as an impatient person. Can’t wait to see me?”

“Yeah,” you said, but something about your voice was overly cheerful.

“Don’t worry,” Himuro hummed. “I’ll be there really soon. Give me 5 minutes.” He assumed it was just your excitement taking over that made you sound different than usual. He was about to hang up before you spoke again.

“A-Anywho!” you say. “How was practice, Tatsuya?”

“Hmm, the same it has always been,” he replies. “Just drills and laps before running a few practice games. Why do you ask?”

“No reason! C-Can’t I check up on you sometimes?”

“Of course you can, (y/n)-san,” he reassures you. There was a silence from your end, but he can hear how your breaths quickened over the line. He then registered some footsteps and maneuvers on the concrete and furrowed his brows in mild confusion. “… Hey, is there something wrong?”

“A-Ah yes! I’m at the laundromat right a-around the corner!” Your voice slightly peaks at the end. “Y-Yeah, yeah! I can’t wait to… s-see you soon! Uh, huh, m-mhm! You’re near right now, right? Yeah! You-you’re almost there!…” By now, your voice has taken on an almost hysterical tone.

“(y/n)?… (y/n)!” he half-shouts into his phone. “(y/n)! Can you still hear me! Where are you?!… Laundromat, right?” He breaks into a brisk run, ignoring the disapproving stares of other pedestrians on the sidewalk.

“I-I-I’m near the alley adjacent to the laundromat!… Yeah! C-Can’t wait to see you! O-Oh, don’t forget… um, to bring your wallet. S-Silly, you always forget to bring money, so… s-so…” You completely break your facade with a faint voice crack and a sniffle at the end. “Please… please hurry…”

Himuro pushes himself to a full sprint, completely disregarding etiquette as he pushes a few people to the side. His cold hands struggle to cease from shaking as he clutches his phone harder, as if he was holding onto you for dear life. Something terrible might happen to you, and if something happened to you on his watch…

Please, please, please, fucking god, please—please make it on time—

He grits his teeth and screams at his legs to move faster when he hears a stifled sob and a cry from your end.

“A-ah please…” you whisper. “They’re coming—they’re, Himuro, I don’t know where to ru—” All he heard after was a terrified scream before the line cut off.

Fuck, hurry up, hurry the fuck up—

———

Your phone was completely shattered on the floor, and you swore you had a few broken shards embedded in your skin somewhere from the harsh impact. That didn’t matter though. Not when there were two men grabbing you and trying to muffle your cries for help.

You try to use your elbow to hit their weakest parts, their joints, to loosen their grip. It worked, but as soon as you took a few steps, the other just tackled you to the floor to completely immobilize you.

You screamed, you kicked, you slapped, you elbowed, you punched, you flailed, but nothing seemed effective against two bodies, twice the size and twice the strength of your own.

You pitifully wail as a last desperate attempt, but in the quiet corner of the neighborhood, nobody seems to heed your cries for help. The sun had completely set by now, the year still experiencing the darkness of a winter night; by now, most are already at home relaxing. Their weight on your body was suffocating and you don’t know whether the pain was from the rough concrete, the shards, their weight, or all of the above.

You register them heaving you up with a firm hold on you still and shoving you to walk to the nearest vehicle they owned, and your legs are absolutely trembling from the shallow wounds you accumulated from the roughing and from the fear of the uncertainty of what would happen to you.

———

When Himuro lays eyes on your roughed-up state and the two men restraining you, all his fury and guilt and fear comes rushing back from his encounter with Haizaki.

He is not a rational man right now. He is not thinking of being the “bigger person.” He is not thinking about being a model athlete nor proper sportsmanship nor disqualification. There are no such thoughts of consequences, not when your life is being jeopardized.

He does not fucking care that he looks like the aggressor when he throws a left hook at the first man. He does not fucking care that the second man looks like his shoulder got dislocated. For once, he does not fucking care how his violent actions might cost him his prospective basketball career.

When he pulls your trembling body into his arms and feels how warm you are against his body in the night chills of an early-February weekday, he breathes out a long cloud of air, slowly calming himself as he hugs you more firmly against his side and pulls up to dial the local police.

He feels a slight sense of relief when he can feel you instinctively snuggling into his side for solace.

———

The local officers immediately got the gist once they saw the scene of two sprawled men, a terrified you, and a protective Himuro. After checking the nearby CTE cameras, their suspicions were confirmed. They still ask Himuro a few basic questions before they haul them off to the station; Himuro mostly answers for you.

Once the quiet fills the neighborhood again, you release a shuddering breath; Himuro knows because he can see your own mist from the corner of his eye. Still, you haven’t spoken a word since then.

“(y/n)…” he murmurs, bending down to your level to survey the scratches and bruises on your body before he hesitantly looks at your eyes. “Well… yell, scream, say something—anything… please.”

“… Can you… hug me again?”

“… Of course.”

And you both embrace tightly, Himuro tucking your head into his chest as you nuzzle as much as you could into his body.

“… Did they do anything to you?”

“They roughed me up and all, but… thank god you came…”

“They still put their hands on you—I couldn’t protect you—”

“… Why do you look so much more distraught than me, Tatsuya?”

“Because, I—I can’t do anything for the people I love and care about, and I… never mind, do you… want me to walk you home?”

“Wait, Tatsuya…” you whispered. “Let’s talk for a bit, please talk to me.”

“Our date—”

“Which we can always reschedule,” you said, bringing Himuro’s head down to nuzzle against your shoulders.

“If I was there faster—if I was there, this wouldn’t have…”

“Because you were there,” you corrected him. “I am able to experience another day, another tomorrow… especially by your side, where I’m happiest.”

“You must’ve been so scared—damn it, I—”

“Yeah… I’m still shaken up from that, to be honest,” you sighed. “I’m… just a bit paranoid about being alone in the dark now, but you saved me from the worst case scenario—Tatsuya, what’s wrong?! Are you crying—?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, quickly separating from you to rub his stray tears away before attempting to smile. “I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around. Please don’t mind me.”

“Oh silly,” you mused. “I’m dating you too. I want to be able to protect and care for you in my own way, too.”

“It’s getting dark, though. We should really start walking.”

“And we can talk while we do. I demand you to snuggle while we walk, too.”

“Haha… how could I ever say no to you, (y/n)?” He feels that gnawing sense of guilt and patheticness rearing up its head again, but when he looks at your earnest eyes even despite what transpired a few moments ago, the fact that you were safe and in his arms was more than enough to quell those feelings away.

In the lulls of a chilly early-February night, Himuro wraps a comforting arm over your figure as he draws a shuddering breath before he hesitantly begins. You look up at his face expectantly to show that you were giving him undivided attention as encouragement.

“It was during the Winter Cup a few months ago…”

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End Note: being stalked by a dude in a CAR was NOT FUN. IT WAS NOT A FUN TIME !! 😭 unlike this y/n here, I had no one to “call” and pretend that I was meeting up with them because my walk route home comprised of only houses and streets, so that was something else OOF I was thinking of the worst case scenarios at the time;;;

#submission #kagummypack #knb #knb scenarios #kuroko no basket #himuro tatsuya #knb himuro #himuro x reader #himuro tatsuya x reader #knb fics #knb x reader #100 followers #100 follower milestone

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minnie-mei · 4 years ago

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okay so hyde likes knives, blood, and tattoos. and he can be both masochistic and sadistic,,,,and he is possessive,,,,,imagine, he takes his favourite knife and writes hyde on his darlings arm, then gives the knife to her and makes her to do the same to him,,,,,blood oozes from both of their names,,,and then they mutually lick the blood hohoho sorry i’m nasty 👉🏽👈🏽😳

cut me | jackson hyde

yandere oc !

scenario !

gn! reader

note; this is right up his alley bitch thank you for this request 👁️👄👁️

WARNING(S): NSFW !!! AT THE END, swearing, obsessive/possessive behavior, abusive themes, graphic violence, implied kidnapping, blood, sensitive topics

This wasn't an unfamiliar sight; Jackson Hyde coming home covered in blood after returning from a kill. But it was, however, the first time he returned injured.

It wasn't a major injury or anything, the blood on him wasn't his, but he had a deep, messy cut running down his jawline. You weren't sure if he felt it or not; he was moving around perfectly fine, save for his breathing being slightly heavier and movements a bit rushed. He began stripping down as he usually did, ridding himself of his black shirt and hat and throwing them into the hallway. You were sure there were stains on the floor from where he did that so often, but it wasn't like you were ever given the chance to look.

"C'mere, Doll." He snapped his large fingers, pointing to the edge of the bed. His hands ruffled through the messy black hair atop his head, before pulling a familiar knife from his belt.

You thought it was pretty and he knew it. That's why it was his favorite, actually. You remember when he lined out all his blades in front of you and asked you to pick which one you thought was best. You'd picked an 8-inch, black handled hunting knife with daisy patterns decorating the silver. It was ironic how delicate it looked despite its intended purpose.

You were shaking by the time you crawled over to where he wanted you. He didn't waste any time either, rushing to lean down and press his lips to yours, the blood from his jaw smearing on your chin and dripping down your neck.

"Shh." He shushed your whimper, shoving you roughly back onto the bed before pinning your arms down with one hand, his other clasping his knife. Crawling up your body, he moved to straddle your thighs to keep you from kicking, his hands unmoving. It was entirely too quiet in the house, at least to you. The only thing that could be heard was Hyde's heavy breathing.

The raven haired man wasn't moving, preferring to stare at your body below him instead. You were wearing nothing but his favorite Mötley Crüe t-shirt, a garment that was maybe six sizes too big for you, and a pair of skimpy pink panties he'd bought for you as a shitty surprise gift only a day ago. You knew he liked seeing his shirts on you, they were all he gave you to wear and he'd told you on multiple occasions how fuckable you looked when wearing them. But he'd never watched you beneath him for this long before.

"Ya so pretty." He said suddenly, his crazed hazel his glaring into yours, "Mine. You're mine, ya know that? Forever."

His large left hand gripped down on yours harder when you started to struggle, having spotted his knife moving down your body.

"Jack-!" You gasped his nickname out, knowing how well he liked when you used it, "I've been good!"

"So good." He agreed, using his knife to push the shirt further towards your chest, revealing the soft skin of your stomach.

You jerked when the cold silver touched your ribs, "So- ah- why...?!"

"It's not a fuckin punishment, so relax, Doll." He scoffed, some form of desperation still strong in his voice, "This'll be good for us..."

To be fair, the cuts weren't that deep, just barely enough to scar. But that didn't stop the broken screams from leaving your lips at the sharp metal dragging across your upper abdomen. Hyde didn't seem to mind the screams, probably used to them now that you thought about it. He just continued, humming some rock song to himself with a sick look of satisfaction across his face.

He cooed at you when he was done, dropping the knife and pulling your hands to his mouth to press sweet kisses to your fingers, "Ya did good, baby~ Took me cuttin' up ya little tummy so well, huh?"

Excluding the carving of your stomach, he'd never actually been this sweet with you before. He was usually blunt or sarcastic, only nice if it was in a teasing way. He was gentle sometimes but always sure to make up for it with plenty of bites and rough pinches.

"'Don't gotta cry..." he kissed your tears away to the best of his ability, "Ya get ta do it ta me." He chuckled darkly when your sobs began dying down out of surprise, "I'm yours too. Here, here..."

The knife was shoved into your hands, Hyde forcing you to grip it as he still hovered over you. He didn't have to speak out loud for you to know what he wanted. His eyes said it all.

'cut me'

Jackson Hyde's upper body was covered in tattoos, save for most of his abs and right side of his chest. You guessed he was just giving you full reign of where he wanted you to cut him. What should you write? You didn't even know what he put on you yet. When you looked down to find out, all you could see was red.

"Ya name, Doll. Put ya name." He whispered, licking his lips and pulling the knife closer to his chest.

You could admit to yourself that a piece of you had always wanted to inflict harm on your captor, but now that you were actually presented with the opportunity? You were scared. Was this some sort of test? He'd certainly tested you before. But something was different about this time; he looked so genuine. He was practically vibrating in anticipation. There'd never been a time before this when you'd seen him anything other than calm and cocky.

When you allowed the blade to touch his chest, rather than the hiss of pain you expected, a happy hum left him. You swallowed nervously, continuing to drag the knife down to shape the first letter of your name. The way he shook out of pleasure made you want to just stab through his ribcage. You had all the power at the moment. Even his hulking figure couldn't beat a hunting knife. But something stopped you: this was kind of nice, in a sick way. For the first time in months you didn't feel entirely like an unloved victim. Well obviously you just had something carved into you, but the affection was nice and so was the small taste of power.

"I-I love you, Doll." Jackson sputtered out, high off the pain and feeling of being claimed by someone, "I own you. 'Love touchin' you 'n hurtin' you. 'Want ya ta touch 'n hurt me too."

You hated how attractive he was, especially when he grinned like that. You hated his stupid Boston accent too, it just made him hotter. Somehow though, it was good for distracting you from the blood flowing down the knife to your arm, only adding to your own blood covering your body. His jaw had stopped bleeding heavily and hadn't dripped on you since he first started using the blade.

It was taken from your hand and tossed to the ground the moment you finished your name. You thought it was because he didn't want to risk you stabbing him for real, but you were proven wrong when he slid down your body and stuck his tongue to the cuts on your stomach.

And fuck did it burn.

"Stop-- stop!" You sobbed out, tears flooding back.

Of course he didn't, he didn't pay any mind to your pleas at all. He continued to drag his warm muscle across the red liquid and stinging wounds. You gripped his dark hair in your hands tightly, knowing better than to try and push his head away. If you did, he'd probably switch to biting you. Lost in your pain, you seemed to forget just how much he liked his hair pulled. His lips switched from your abdomen to your mouth in a second, swallowing your cries and gasps.

The remaining bit of blood he had on his tongue slipped onto your own, forcing you to taste the metallic flavor. His kisses were never soft, just like they weren't now. They were rough and hungry, full of the lust he didn't have moments ago. On the bright side, at least your cuts weren't being sucked on any longer, just your lips. As if sensing your relief, Hyde pulled back to stare at you. He was using his left elbow to hold himself up, the same hand was tangled in your hair to keep you down. You could only watch, out of breath, as his right index and middle fingers traveled up to his chest to catch some of the fresh blood there.

The bloodied digits were shoved into your mouth before you had a chance to process what he was doing. You didn't want to swallow at first but when he sunk his fingers deep enough to make you gag a couple times, you knew you didn't have a choice.

"'Taste good, Baby?" He smirked, his tongue running over his teeth. His eyes were back to normal now; dark, animalistic, and threatening. The 'softer' moment you were having before had apparently ended.

He was exceptionally rough with you the rest of that night; you'd eventually passed out from both exhaustion and blood loss. You had no doubts that he continued to fuck you after you lost consciousness, something he's done before (though he tries to make up for it by bringing you 'presents'). Your thoughts were only confirmed by the stickiness you felt between your legs when you woke up the next morning. You felt sticky everywhere actually, and that's how you realised you were still covered in blood, along with the sheets and blankets.

Jackson had gone to work already it was a Tuesday, leaving you to clean yourself up. He wasn't very consistent with his affection for you; sometimes he was sweet and gave you tons of aftercare, and sometimes he just dumped your limp body and fucked off. It was the latter today.

You knew what was most likely written on your stomach, but you couldn't tell by just looking in the mirror. The blood was so heavily cached on your skin that you could only see red. Blood was all over you: stomach, chest, limbs, and face. It was even in your hair and under your nails.

You kind of regretted taking a shower though. You weren't sure if feeling clean was better than feeling dirty if you had to see yourself claimed like this. Because there, carved surprisingly neatly into your upper abdomen was his name:

'J. HYDE'

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i... rlly love him lmao

- Admin Duckie

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